All language subtitles for The Chronicles Of Narnia - 3 - The Voyage of the Dawn Treader - Episode 4

Take us back,
Cap'n, back out of this.

(Caspian) Should we go on,
Drinian, in this terrible darkness?

- Not by my advice.
- Captain's right, sire.

Are we of Narnia
afraid of the dark?

Mouse, you're a hard taskmaster.

Post lookouts at the bows. We
know not what may come upon us.

And let us put up
lights, Your Majesty.

Lights, man! Lights fore
and aft and at the masthead!

Every man be silent
and keep his ears open.

I do hear waves, sire,
waves breaking upon a shore.

Another island?

- Three fathoms.
- Three fathoms, Cap'n.

- Two fathoms.
- Two fathoms, Cap'n.

(Man screaming)

(Screaming) Help me!

(Reepicheep) Who calls?

If you are foe, we do not fear
you. If you are friend, come to us.

(Man) Mer... mercy!

Mercy!

Take me on board, even
if you strike me dead!

- Where are you?
- (Man) Oh!

(Man) On... on the shore!

- Come aboard and welcome!
- Captain!

Thank you, Rhince,
bring her about.

Heave to.

- (Groaning)
- Your Majesty!

Rhince, have him on board.

(Groaning)

Fly! Fly! About with your ship!

You... you must get away!

- You must get away from this accursed island!
- But we are not used to fleeing.

Thank you, Reep. But first
tell us what is the trouble.

(Gasping) You must get
away! You must get away!

This is the island
where dreams come true!

Oh, aye? That's the island I've
been searching for all my life.

Dreams come true?
I'd have my own ship.

You fools!

Not... not dreams! Not
daydreams! Not desires!

But where your worst dreams,
your worst nightmares come true!

(Groans)

We must turn the ship around,
give her full sail. We must get away!

Pull for your lives! You may say what you
like. There are some things no man can face.

I can hear it.

It's like a huge pair of
scissors opening and shutting,

getting closer and closer to...

Scissors, scissors.

- Listen, listen.
- Scissors, scissors, scissors.

I can hear some scuttering
up the sides of the ship.

- Oh, look, they're coming! They're coming!
- Scissors. Scissors. Scissors.

They're coming.

- They're settling on the mast.
- Scissors. Scissors.

- We're going round in circles!
- Scissors. Scissors.

- Scissors. Scissors. Scissors.
- We're going round in circles!

- Scissors. Scissors. Scissors.
- Oh, no! They're coming! They're coming!

- Scissors.
- They're coming!

- Scissors.
- They're settling on the mast.

- Scissors.
- We're going round in circles.

- Scissors. Scissors.
- We're going round in circles.

- Scissors. Scissors.
- They're settling on the mast.

(Stranger laughing)

- Guns. Guns.
- (Stranger) Fools!

You fools! I was a fool to
think they'd let me go so easily!

- (Laughing)
- They're coming! They're coming!

- (Laughing)
- They're coming!

Aslan! Aslan!

If you ever loved us
at all, help us now!

(Aslan) Courage.

- (Shouting)
- Courage, dear heart.

(Shouting)

(Bird calling)

- Follow it!
- Sailor men follow an albatross?

Do it!

(Groans)

You who have saved
me, tell me who you are.

I, when I was worth anything,
was Lord Rhoop of Narnia.

And I am Caspian,
King of Narnia.

I've come to find you and your
companions, who are my father's friends.

Sire.

Grant me a boon, I pray you.

Never send me back
to that accursed place.

Oh!

You've destroyed it!

I don't think it was us.

Caspian, will this
quest ever end?

Edmund, really.
Of course it will.

Will it? All right, when?

We have located four
of the missing lords.

Surely you believe, as I do, that
we will find the other three soon.

But we've come so far. Well, we must be
reaching the limits of the eastern world.

Soon there will be
nowhere left to look.

(Caspian) Perhaps
this is the last act.

But what are they?
Beavers sitting on a table?

No, it's a huge bird's nest.

Looks more like
a haystack to me.

They will not fight, I think.

Are they dead?

No, sire. He is warm
and his pulse beats.

Why, they're only asleep!

It must have been a pretty long
sleep for their hair to grow like that.

An enchanted sleep! It must be!

This island is magic.

Do you think we came
here to break the spell?

We can try.

Here are their family crests. The last
of the seven lords. Our quest is ended.

No, it isn't. We
can't wake them.

Too much magic in the air around
here, sire. Let's get back to our ship.

Begging Your Majesty's pardon. Well,
we don't see a dinner like this every day.

Eat that food? Never.

Depend upon it, sire,

it was from eating this food that these
lords came by their seven years' sleep.

- I wouldn't touch it for my life.
- Cap'n, back to the ship.

The men are right. We can decide tomorrow
what we're going to do with the sleepers.

We daren't eat the food and
there's no point staying here all night.

Entirely right for the ship's company.
But I will sit at this table all night.

Reep, why?

This is a great adventure,

and a worse thing would be
knowing when I get back to Narnia

that fear made me walk
away from a mystery.

- I'll stay with you, Reep.
- And I.

And me.

Very well, I'll stay too.

- Your Majesty.
- Your place, Drinian, is with the ship.

- Take the men and leave us.
- Aye, sir.

Carry on, Rhince.

Men, with me.

(Edmund) Well, where do
we sit? (Lucy) Not too close.

(Eustace) Certainly not. Once it gets
dark, who knows what might happen?

On the other hand, too far away and if they
did start moving, we wouldn't see a thing.

Now remember, we
must not fall asleep.

(Rumbling)

Travelers who have come from
afar to Aslan's Table, welcome.

But why do you
not eat and drink?

Madam, we feared the food. We thought it had
cast our friends into an enchanted sleep.

They have never tasted it.

Well, how did they
get like that, then?

(Girl) Seven years ago, they
came here in a ship, its sails in rags.

Its timbers were
almost falling apart.

When they came to this
table, such an argument grew.

Should they stay and eat
and end their lives in peace,

or return to Narnia, or
venture on behind the sunrise?

The quarrel grew until one
gripped the knife of stone.

But it was a thing not
right for him to touch,

and as his fingers closed upon
the hilt, deep sleep fell upon all three.

Until the enchantment is
undone, they will never wake.

But why do you not eat?
I have told you it is safe.

I hope I'm not a coward. When I look in
your face, I believe everything you say.

- That's just like a witch.
- That's rubbish, Edmund.

Is it?

How are we to know
that this lady is a friend?

You can't know. You
can only believe, or not.

I can't say I've ever had
turkey pie for breakfast.

But...

delicious.

Please, why is it
called Aslan's Table?

It stays set here, at his bidding,
for those who come so far.

Some call this island
the World's End,

for though you can sail still further, this is
the last island and the beginning of the end.

- But how does the food keep?
- It is renewed every day. This you'll see.

In the world of my friends,

they have a story of a
prince arriving at a castle

where all the people lie
in an enchanted sleep.

In that story, he could not dissolve the
enchantment until he had kissed the princess.

Well, here it is different.

Here he cannot kiss the princess
until he has dissolved the enchantment.

Then, in the name of Aslan, show
me how to set about that work at once.

My father will teach you that.

(Rumbling)

(Birdsong)

(Birdsong)

(Bird cheeping)

Welcome, travelers.

Sir, will you tell us how
to undo the enchantments

which hold these
Narnian lords asleep?

My son, to break
this enchantment,

you must sail right to the world's
end, or as near as you can come to it,

and you must return, leaving at least
one member of your company behind.

And what will
happen to that one?

He must go on to the utter east
and never return to the world.

That would be the
greatest adventure of all.

I am Ramandu.

Ha! I see the name
means nothing to you.

And no wonder,

for the days when I
was a star in the heavens

ceased a long time before
any of you knew the world.

So, you're no longer a star?

I am a star at
rest, my daughter.

When I set for the last time, old
beyond all that you can reckon,

I was carried to this island.

But I am not as old
now as I was then.

Every morning, a bird brings me a
fire-berry from the valleys in the sun,

and every fire-berry
takes a little off my age.

When I am as young as a child that was born
yesterday, I shall take my rising again

and once more
tread the great dance.

Come, are you yet resolved?

Do you sail home or
to the end of the world?

Sir, there is no
question about that.

It is very plainly part of our quest to rescue
these three lords from their enchantment.

Thank you, Reepicheep,
I think so too.

It would break my heart

not to go to as close to the world's
end as the Dawn Treader will take us.

Sire?

What is it, Drinian?

What of the crew?

They signed on to seek the seven
lords, not to reach the edge of the world.

If we sail east from here, we may well reach
the edge, and some of them are afraid of...

what will happen to us there.

Besides, Caspian,
there is Lord Rhoop.

(Caspian) True,
he is a broken man.

(Ramandu) He needs rest.

In this island, there is sleep beyond
measure, sleep without dreams.

Let him sit with
the other three,

and drink oblivion
until your return.

You're here to speak? Speak.

Your Majesty.

What the men are asking is, whether
we turn back here or further east,

- how do we get back home?
- And why is that?

It's been west winds all the way
driving us ever further and further east.

If the winds don't change,
how do we get back to Narnia?

That's landsmen's talk, Rhince.

In these seas, seems to me there's
a prevailing wind in the late summer.

After the new
year it will change

and we'll have sufficient wind
to take us westward and home.

Aye. Aye, winds there may be.

But, by your leave, sire, if I was
in command I'd say winter here

and begin the voyage home in
March, in spring and fine weather.

And what will you eat
while you winter here?

This table's filled with a
king's banquet every day.

- That'd do fine.
- As for us, we go no further.

(Others) Aye.

What are we to do?
There's mutiny in the air.

Listen, all. There is one
among us known for his bravery.

Have you nothing
to say, Reepicheep?

I, Your Majesty? What is there to
be said? My own plans are made.

When I can, I shall sail
east on the Dawn Treader.

When she fails me, I
paddle east in my coracle.

When she sinks, I shall
swim east with my four paws.

When I can swim no longer,

if I have not yet
reached Aslan's country,

then I shall sink with
my nose to the sunrise.

I say the same, barring the bit about the
coracle, for it wouldn't bear my weight.

- (Drinian laughs)
- I'm not going to be outdone by a mouse.

(Drinian) Good man, Rhince.

Friends, I will not deceive you.

The last part of our voyage
may take us into places

more dangerous and more sacred
than any we have seen before.

In Aslan's name, I will take
no hands who are unwilling.

I want only those men hardest in
battle, most skilled in seamanship,

most loyal to our person.

Aslan's mane!

Do you think the privilege of seeing
the last things is to be bought for a song?

Why, every man who sails with us

will bequeath the golden title of Dawn
Treader to all his descendants forevermore.

Only those good enough, skilled
enough, brave enough will come.

So, who's with me?

- I, sir!
- Yes!

The water looks
different. It's so clear.

What is he up to now?

Yes, it's sweet.

The water's sweet,
fresh. It isn't salt.

My song! The song sung
over me in my cradle.

"Where the waves grow sweet,

"Doubt not, Reepicheep,

"There is the utter east."

Mouse.

Sire.

We're here, then!
We've reached it!

The end of the world.

What do you
think it will be like?

We go on and on, as though
drawn by the strongest current.

And not so nice, if the world really
has an edge and we're getting close to it.

Why, that's how I've always imagined
it, the world like a great round table,

the waters of all the oceans
pouring endlessly over the edge.

The ship will tip up. For a moment, we shall
see over the edge, then down, down, down.

- No!
- Aye.

Aye, but what will be waiting
for us when we get there?

Aslan's Country.

♪ Where the waves grow sweet

♪ Doubt not, Reepicheep

Drinian...

- what do you see?
- ♪ There is the utter east ♪

It looks like ice.

(Eustace) It's not ice, yet...

(Edmund) What is it?

Lilies!

♪ Where the waves grow sweet

♪ Doubt not, Reepicheep

♪ There is the utter east ♪

(Caspian) Friends, we
have fulfilled our quest.

The seven lords
are all accounted for

and, if one of us
stays behind here,

you will find when you go back that
the three sleeping lords are awake.

To you, my Lord Drinian, I leave the ship,
letting you sail back to Narnia with all speed.

And all of you, led by the Lord
Drinian, will choose a new king...

But, sire, are you abdicating?

I must stay to see
the world's end.

Caspian, you can't do this.

Most certainly His Majesty cannot, for
you know, sire, that I am the one to stay.

Can't? Who says
"can't" to a king?

Begging your
pardon, sire, but...

well, if one of us did that,
it would be called deserting.

Rynelf, you presume too
much on your long service.

Nay, sire, he is right.

By the mane of Aslan, I thought you
were my subjects here, not my masters!

I am not your subject and I
say you cannot do this thing.

Your Majesty, you break faith with
all your subjects if you do not return.

You shall not please yourself with adventures
as though you were a private person.

You dare to lecture me?

Caspian.

Didn't you almost promise to Ramandu's
daughter that you'd go back to her?

- Then we all go back.
- Majesty.

For the spell to
work, one must stay,

and I am that one.

Will no one silence that mouse?

(Aslan growls) Prince Caspian.

Prince Caspian.

Hear me.

Aslan has been with you.

And his words were terrible.

You are to go, Reep, and you,
Edmund, Lucy and Eustace.

Do you understand?
We are to be parted.

I am to go back and you go on
alone, beyond the end of this world.

And he means now, at once.

And what is the
good of anything?

Dear Caspian.

You knew we had to go back
to our own world sooner or later.

But this is sooner.

Did he say what else is to
happen here after we have gone?

Oh, yes.

Argoz!

- Mavramorn!
- Revilian!

(Crowd cheering)

This is where I go on alone.

I shall not need this anymore.

♪ Where the waves grow sweet

♪ Doubt not, Reepicheep

♪ There is the utter east ♪

Well, we're aground.
We can sail no further.

Come along.

(Lamb bleats)

(Bleats)

Please, is this the
way to Aslan's Country?

(Aslan) Not for you.

For you the door into Aslan's
Country is from your own world.

There is a way to Aslan
from our world too?

(Growls)

Will you tell us how to get to
your country from our world?

When the moment
comes, you will know.

But now I will open the door in the
sky and send you back to your own land.

Are we ever to
come back to Narnia?

Lucy, you and your brother
will never come back to Narnia.

You are too old.

Back to your own world with you.

Ahhh.

(Trumpets sounding)

Did it really happen?