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[music playing]

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-Ready!

MALE SPEAKER: Move it, hurry!

-All right, men.

Get in position!

Forward!

MALE SPEAKER: Fire at will.

[music playing]

-Charge!

Bring me the general's head.

You will be handsomely rewarded if you do.

-His head is mine.

-Hey, wait for--

-It's Bazuso.

-He can kill 30 men at once.

-I heard he fought a bear and won.

-So?

Who wants to feel my legendary axe?

Come on!

-Quit your dawdling.

What are you cowards waiting for?

Someone defeat him?

-You go.

-No, you do it.

MALE SPEAKER: He must be joking.

They're not paying us enough for this.

-You are all cowards!

-No response?

Have your balls shrunk so high they're caught in your throat?

Come on, men!

Show no mercy!

Gouge out their eyes.

Pull out their innards.

We'll feed them to the pigs later.

Huh?

MALE SPEAKER: Who is this?

MALE SPEAKER: He's just a boy.

MALE SPEAKER: What's with that sword?

MALE SPEAKER: It's just for show.

He's gonna be slaughtered.

MALE SPEAKER: No one can beat Bazuso.

-10 pieces.

-What?

-That's what I want for this iron oaf.

We're mercenaries, not knights.

At the end of the day, you can't eat glory.

MALE SPEAKER: Disrespecting Sir Bazuso.

-Very well, boy.

Go on, defeat him and seven silver coins will be all yours.

-What a cheap bastard.

Fine, then.

-You'll regret this, boy.

You'll be sorry when you lose your head

for seven pieces of gold--

MALE SPEAKER: He's forcing Bazuso back!

-All right, you had your fun, boy.

[music playing]

No, wait.

I yield to the better man.

Please have mercy on me!

-Bazuso's dead.

-Now their morale is broken.

Charge!

MALE SPEAKER: That guy's really something.

I wonder what mercenary band he's with.

-Give me a break.

He's not so impressive.

We got here late is all.

-Blame the stupid general.

It's not our fault.

-Hey there, Griffith.

I wonder which one of you is stronger.

-Don't be an ass, Corkus.

No one can match Griffith's strength.

[music playing]

NOBLEMAN: Next.

Here's your two months' pay.

And of course, there's the reward for Bazuso.

Now, will you reconsider serving me on a regular basis?

I'll give you three times the pay,

and you might even have the chance

to become a squire one day.

Wouldn't that be nice?

For common mercenaries like us, becoming a squire?

Well, it's like a dream come true.

-Dream?

You can't eat dreams.

NOBLEMAN: Wait.

I-- I can guarantee you money and rank.

What could be the problem with that?

-You don't own me.

No one cages me in.

-Who's next?

-Bandits, huh?

[music playing]

-All right.

Go get him!

Shit!

Now you've done it.

Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

He's strong, unbelievably strong.

-We're getting killed down there.

-Now what?

I bet Corkus is shitting himself right

about now, and with good cause.

-He's even better than we thought.

-Yeah.

I guess taking out Bazuso wasn't just a fluke.

-What are we gonna do?

-Told you so.

GRIFFITH: Casca, go help him.

-Why should I?

This is all Corkus's fault.

Yeah, I get it.

-Go. You can take him.

-Me? This was your idea.

Damn it!

No, no, no!

-Everyone get back.

-Thanks!

CASCA (VOICEOVER): What's with the size of that sword?

-A woman.

-Bastard!

-Casca's on the defensive.

-I can't believe it.

This is crazy.

CASCA (VOICEOVER): I'm gonna die.

CASCA: Griffith!

Careful, Griffith.

This one's stronger than he looks.

-Griffith?

-It's all over for you now, you bastard.

-Have at him, Griffith!

-Will you put up your sword?

I see.

-Too fast.

Shit.

-You got him with a single stroke.

-Griffith.

[music playing]

-On your feet.

On your feet unless you want to die here.

On your feet!

BOY: Look.

He did it. [inaudible].

Look.

Gambino, say it's not true.

MAN: This is all your fault.

You should have died.

You should have died!

No!

[inaudible]

This is how he pays you back?

Gambino, is it you?

You're alive.

Gambino!

[music playing]

-Hey, wait a minute.

What's going on here?

Where am I?

And why are you here?

-You bastard!

Griffith should have left you to die out there!

-Why you little bitch--

-And that was for my horse.

-Damn it.

You lousy bitch!

-Check.

-No!

JUDEAU: You should be grateful to Casca.

You lost so much blood you'd gone cold and were shivering.

To warm you up, she lay with you for two whole days.

-She what?

JUDEAU: It was Griffith's orders.

He told her that it's a woman's duty to keep a man warm.

-Judeau, you almost got me!

-Sorry about that.

GRIFFITH: So you're awake at last.

-Oh, hey, uh, good morning, Griffith.

[music playing]

-I am the leader here, Griffith.

And you are?

-I'm Guts.

-Hmm, a great weapon.

It's a bit much for me, though.

Would you care to join me for a walk?

-Morning, Griffith.

-Morning.

-Sir.

-Griffith.

-Morning, sir.

-Sir.

-Seems you're popular around here.

-Hey, look.

-Huh?

-Ah, that smells great.

Huh?

Son of a--

Well, well, look who's up and about.

-Griffith?

-I'm not really used to this.

Who are you people?

-The Band of the Hawk.

Have you ever heard of us?

-Yeah.

They say the Hawks are the last mercenaries

you'd want to run into during battle.

They were a pain in the ass during that last castle siege.

So these are the Hawks.

-That's right.

We're the Band of the Hawk.

[music playing]

Quite a view, isn't it?

GUTS: Tell me why.

Why didn't you stab me through the heart back there?

It would've been easy for you.

-Since I first saw you, I knew I wanted you, Guts.

-Great.

Does that mean you want me in that way?

-I watched your duel with Bazuso at the castle.

You were magnificent.

That said, it was a close fight.

If it wasn't for that crack in Bazuso's battle axe,

I am certain that you would have lost

your head to his final strike.

-Probably.

-I like your honesty.

Judging by the way you fight, you're

trying to find what your own limits are.

It appears to me that you deliberately

put yourself in harm's way and seek meaning in your existence

by battling to preserve it.

That's what I felt.

I find you fascinating.

That's why I want you to join us.

[music playing]

-What happens if I say no?

-You'd refuse?

-Of course I refuse!

Don't talk like you know so much!

Don't treat me like a friend after stabbing me.

It pisses me off!

We settle this with swords.

If I win, I put a hole in your chest as big as this one.

-And what happens if I win?

-You can have whatever you want-- my sword or my ass.

-All right.

I rather enjoy settling things by force.

CASCA: Griffith!

-Don't interfere.

Stay back.

-But Griffith--

-No matter what it takes, I will have what I want.

-It's that superior attitude of yours that makes me sick!

-Look, they're fighting.

-That idiot's never gonna learn.

-Stay back, everyone.

Griffith said not to interfere.

-We could always suspend our duel,

at least until you've fully recovered.

-Shut up!

-Griffith!

-I enjoy the way you fight, my friend,

and the lengths you'll go to.

But now you can't wield your sword unless I move.

If you like, now would be a good time to submit.

GUTS: You know, you talk too much.

It's my turn to tell you something.

In battle, this is how you use your mouth.

-Griffith!

GUTS: So how do you like the taste of your own blood?

What's wrong?

Is this the first time anyone's managed

to mess up that pretty face of yours?

MALE SPEAKER: Yeah, come on!

CORKUS: Beat a lesson into that thick skull of his!

-Didn't want to show up in front of your own men,

but you're going down!

-Yeah!

-Griffith's got him pinned.

-Does that hurt?

Alas, my friend, I'm afraid this fight is over.

Admit defeat or I'll be forced to dislocate your shoulder.

It's up to you.

Now choose.

-You bastard!

CORKUS: Oh, that's got to hurt.

Well, that's what you get.

-From now on, you belong to me.

CASCA (VOICEOVER): Never.

Griffith has never said anything like that, not to anyone.

-So what, I'm a member of the Band of the Hawk now?

Is that it?

GRIFFITH: Guts, I will need your assistance

with something-- something which is most precious to me.

I will have my own kingdom.

And I shall decide where you will ultimately die, Guts.

[music playing]

[music playing]

-Hold your formation.

We'll show those Tudor dogs what Midland is made of!

-Head them off.

Kill anything that moves.

The Black Ram Iron Lace Heavy Cavalry's

inflicting terrible damage.

I beg of you, your majesty, you must withdraw from the field.

It is no longer safe here.

-Who can save us?

Who can stop the march of Tudor's black devils?

-Charge!

We will take the king's head in the name of the Black Ram Iron

Lance Heavy Cavalry!

That fool.

He's gonna fight us all by himself?

As he wishes.

I'll trample him to dust.

-What?

He killed General Gien with just one swing.

[music playing]

-He's only one soldier.

Surround him!

-But, sir-- what's this?

-We're being flanked!

Is that Band of the Hawk?

-The grim reapers of the battlefield.

But why?

Why do they fight for Midland?

-Tudor's forces are retreating from the battlefield?

-Absurd.

One mercenary band cannot change the tide of an entire battle.

-These Hawks, are they so strong?

-Yes.

They were well worth the hire, your majesty.

-They're common mercenaries executing an ambush.

You need not praise them so highly.

-However, the fact remains that they defeated the Black Rams

when we could not.

-They executed their strategy flawlessly, along with the way

they anticipate the enemy.

Impressive, uh--

-Tell me, who leads these men?

-I believe he is called Griffith.

-Griffith.

-There, there.

RICKERT: Guts.

That was amazing, Guts.

-Nicely done, even if it was a bit reckless.

-I apologize.

I shouldn't have charged in there alone.

-Oh, and we're just supposed to accept that?

-Yeah, don't apologize, captain.

It's not like you.

-Regardless, today is a victory for the Hawks,

and a celebration is in order.

-All right.

Follow me, boys.

-I'm with Corkus.

JUDEAU: Guts is the man of the hour.

-Hey, Guts.

We need to talk.

Can I have you alone for a moment

if you're not too busy, captain?

What the hell were you thinking?

GUTS: About what?

CASCA: Don't give me that.

You were supposed to be a decoy.

That was the plan.

But you just had to go out there and charge them head on

like you were some kind of hero.

Well you know what?

You may not be so lucky next time.

And if you don't watch it, that ego of yours

could put all of the Hawks in serious danger.

So I would suggest that you remember your position

next time.

-I apologize.

It won't happen again.

-You always say that.

You're so insincere.

You haven't changed a single bit in these last three years.

All you care about is swinging your sword against anyone

you possibly can.

You don't care at all about the lives of those me you lead.

You're just a mad dog!

-You're wrong!

I'm not like I used to be!

I care about the Hawks.

I do!

GRIFFITH: That's enough.

Calm down, you two.

CASCA: Griffith.

-I'll speak to Guts alone for a moment.

-You're way too soft on him, Griffith.

-The two of you are fighting like cats and dogs.

-Give me a break.

Casca's the one who refuses to get off my back.

GRIFFITH: Hard to believe that three years of fighting side

by side hasn't changed a thing.

GUTS: Three years, huh?

GRIFFITH: Yes.

It's been that long since our duel, Guts.

That was quite a fight we had.

That's the way fights should be.

Come on, let's go.

You're the reason we're celebrating.

-Griffith.

I apologize about the battle.

-When you fight and how you fight is all for me

because you're mine.

NOBLEMAN: Have you heard about the one they call Griffith?

NOBLEMAN: Indeed I have, and I find it most upsetting.

NOBLEMAN: But the Hawks have been

a great help on the battlefield, and thanks to them

we've not suffered a single defeat.

NOBLEMAN: They are still common mercenaries.

Their loyalty is bought and sold.

NOBLEMAN: True.

And when these times of war pass,

men like them will turn to banditry.

It's outrageous to bestow such an honor upon a plebeian.

NOBLEMAN: But we must take heed in the way we utilize them.

Who knows what the consequences will be?

But alas, without the Band of the Hawk,

I fear Tudor's forces would be knocking at our gates.

NOBLEMAN: Perhaps his majesty is not acting so rashly after all.

NOBLEMAN: Impossible.

You can't be serious.

NOBLEMAN: Indeed.

The thought of raising a commoner to the peerage?

If nothing else, it is most irregular of his majesty.

NOBLEMAN: There's more.

I've heard the Band of the Hawk will take up

the vanguard in the war effort.

NOBLEMAN: That honor is for Count Julius and his White

Dragon Knights.

NOBLEMAN: He's being relieved.

NOBLEMAN: Most likely because his ransom was too great

after Tudor took him prisoner.

Is it not?

MALE SPEAKER: Sir, the enemy count is dead.

Guts and his raiders are inside mopping up the stragglers.

-Hmm, why is this taking so long?

This shouldn't be a problem for Captain Guts.

-Why didn't you report to me sooner?

-You see, someone talked about checking out some treasure deep

inside the castle.

But then--

-Yeah, it was real quiet until the screaming started.

-Then no one came back.

-Look, they're my men.

Let go of me, Gaston.

-Captain, at least ask Sir Griffith

for some reinforcements.

-Contact Griffith and you're dead.

-Please, don't--

-No one follows me!

[music playing]

What the hell happened to them?

[screaming]

What the hell?

What is that?

-Nosferatu Zodd?

-Yeah.

There's a rumor that Zodd sometimes

fights alongside the enemy's lines.

-Did you say Zodd?

You mean the legendary warrior?

-Yeah.

He's taken the heads of hundreds, sometimes thousands,

in battle.

-However, that is not the only reason that he's feared.

According to accounts of his exploits,

he's been around for over 200 years.

RICKERT: 200 years?

JUDEAU: And that is why people call him Nosferatu Zodd.

-He's strong.

Too strong.

-That was very impressive.

You were able to withstand my attacks successfully.

-All right.

So the swords themselves are evenly matched.

ZODD: Interesting.

You aim to sunder my sword.

This is the first time I have ever been so deeply cut

from a blade wielded by a mere human.

To feel like this again.

To fight an opponent like you.

This is what I've been waiting for.

I have soldiered on for 300 years to meet someone like you!

-It's impossible!

There's now way a monster like this can exist.

-Fight me!

Do not disappoint me.

[music playing]

Giving up already?

Is this the limit to your strength?

Well, so be it.

I suppose you've done admirably for a mere human.

MALE SPEAKER: Is it Zodd?

-Stay focused!

Second volley.

Fire!

-Inexcusable.

I will forgive no one who interrupts our fight.

-Get out!

-Casca, I want you all to pull back.

CASCA: Griffith?

What are you doing?

-Guts.

-You idiot.

Why'd you come?

-You can complain all you like after we

escape from that monster.

-Fight me.

You must fight me until your bodies are torn apart!

-Griffith!

-Can you move?

-I'll die if I don't.

-Then you take the left.

Go!

-Guts, we have to run!

-Griffith!

ZODD: Amazing.

I found two men who are able to wound me.

What a shame I'll have to destroy them both at once.

-Stop!

Don't you dare.

Don't touch him!

-Farewell, human.

Take your last breath.

This cannot be!

The Egg of the King!

A man like this possesses the Crimson Behelit?

So that's their ploy.

Human, I will leave you with this bit of advice--

or rather, I will foretell your doom.

If you believe this man to be a true friend,

and if you regard him as a brother,

then know this-- when this man's ambition crumbles is when

you will face your death, a death you can never escape.

[music playing]

-What the hell was that?

-A demon?

GUTS: What the hell?

What was that about?

A true friend and my death?

I don't get it.

What does it mean?

CASCA: Griffith!

Speak to me!

-Griffith!

Are you all right?

-You keep away!

This is all your fault!

You put Griffith in danger and almost got him killed!

It's because of you!

CASCA (VOICEOVER): You haven't changed

a single bit in these last three years.

You're just a mad dog!

This is all your fault!

You put Griffith in danger and almost got him killed!

It's because of you!

-She pisses me off.

What a bitch.

GRIFFITH: You're certainly on edge.

And to think, you were beaten more soundly than I.

I swear, you're nothing if not tough, Guts.

GUTS: Nosferatu Zodd.

A monster like that shouldn't exist,

at least not in this world.

GRIFFITH: Perhaps.

But on the other hand, that's proof

that there's something beyond human understanding

in this world.

GUTS: Huh.

-Something akin to a god?

-More like a devil, don't you think?

-Is there really a difference?

GUTS: That reminds me-- it was because

of that thing around your neck.

-Hmm?

Oh.

-Nosferatu Zodd, he took off as soon

as he recognized that thing.

So what is it, anyway?

-A Behelit.

Actually, I got it from an old fortune teller

when I was just a boy.

She said, once you possess this, you

are destined to rule the world-- in exchange

for your flesh and blood, that is.

-Huh.

Rule the world, huh?

You should be more careful with it.

That thing is creepy.

-Nice, huh?

-Damn it, Griffith.

You aren't ever gonna change, are you?

-I will never change.

Not ever.

[music playing]

GUTS: Tell me something.

-Huh?

-If I'm just one of your soldiers,

why would you risk your life for me?

-No reason in particular.

Am I obliged to give you a reason every time

I put myself in harm's way for your sake?

-Uh, no.

It's just--

KING: Seems your recovery is going well.

-Your majesty.

Guts, get down.

-You!

Show respect for your king.

Kneel down.

-Hmm?

KING: Never mind the formalities.

Up, up.

I am always proud whenever you so

capably lead the Hawks to another victory.

-You are too kind.

JULIUS: Perhaps your majesty should not

address someone so new to the peerage.

-I shall address whom I like.

To be honest, many in the court are

displeased by the effect men of common birth

will have on the Midland army's prestige.

However, neither prestige nor status

brings us triumph on the battlefield,

so I must depend on exceptional people rather than generals

chained by tradition.

-I am much obliged, your majesty.

My sincerest gratitude.

Who is that lady over there?

-Oh, why, that is my daughter Charlotte.

She by her own account is frightened of haughty warriors

and rarely leaves the palace.

Charlotte, join me, please.

Because she is my only daughter, I

fear that I may have spoiled her.

Please excuse her, Count Griffith.

All right.

Come along, Charlotte, my dear.

[music playing]

-Are you all right, my lady?

Pardon me, but be careful, Princess Charlotte.

-Uh, I, uh--

-What insolence, laying hands on the princess!

-Hey, old man.

-Won't you please pardon my ill manners,

your lordship General Julius?

-Now that's more like it.

Come, princess.

Let's not keep your father waiting any longer.

-Uh, yes, I'm coming, uncle.

GUTS: Why do we have to waste our time watching

these nobles screw around and play games, anyway?

This is ridiculous.

JUDEAU: We've got no choice.

It's our duty now.

Besides, this is easier than fighting on a battlefield.

No stray arrows, no heads split open.

It's not without its perks.

-I'd still rather be out on the battlefield

swinging this around.

CORKUS: You bloodthirsty loon.

-Aw, come on, Corkus.

-Shut up!

Don't you know that serving as escorts for the fall hunt

is an honor that is normally reserved

for the most well-connected knights?

We've had to run around muddy battlefields for years

to finally gain real status and get to this point!

So yeah, how dare you talk that way?

-Corkus, stop.

-You really enjoy risking your life that much, then fine.

But do it alone.

I want none of it.

-Well, as they say, it takes all kinds.

Your grace.

GRIFFITH: Do you dislike hunting?

-Tell me something, my lord.

Why are most men so preoccupied by bloodshed?

Hunting and war are both--

[squeaking sound]

-Hold it like this, then place it softly.

-Your grace?

-Not yet.

We must exercise patience.

MALE SPEAKER: Run it out of the bush!

[music playing]

-Please, someone help!

-You're safe now.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Shh, easy.

Have you injured yourself, my lady?

What is the matter, Princess?

-I'm so terribly frightened.

My heart has never beat so fast in my life.

Never before have I--

-But you no longer seem frightened, Princess.

Shall we had back now, my lady?

Everyone must be worried.

GUTS: Griffith!

Griffith!

-Ah.

Over here.

-Griffith!

Damn it!

-Griffith!

-Hey, Princess, what the hell just happened here?

Where'd that arrow come from?

Tell me!

-You're hurting me!

-Griffith?

Please, no.

-Casca, don't cry.

FEMALE SPEAKER: Griffith's alive?

MALE SPEAKER: I don't believe it.

RICKERT: What happened?

-But how have you not been wounded?

-Do not touch the tip.

It's most likely poisoned.

-Does that mean that you'll--

-I'm fine.

Thanks to this, the arrow never pierced my flesh.

-It's the Egg of the King.

-It's like a miracle.

MALE SPEAKER: I think it is.

-It's more like the luck of the devil.

JUDEAU: Someone must be watching over you.

-I'm gonna search the surrounding brush with my men.

Let's go.

-Griffith, perhaps you should remove your armor.

If you have even a little scratch--

-A high price to pay for this poison.

-What's the matter with her?

JULIUS: Shameful, that's what you are.

How can you ever hope to take over command of my invincible

White Dragon Knights when you are so weak?

That's enough for today.

-No, wait.

Father, I can keep going.

I'll prove it.

-Master Adonis, come inside and let me treat your wounds.

You know, your father had a very harsh upbringing.

And now he has the pressures of raising you on his own.

Try not to think too poorly of him, huh?

GUTS: You want me to kill a man?

Who?

-The man presently next in line to the throne, the general

of the White Dragon Knights, Count Julius.

The reason is this-- this arrow was

dipped in a unique poison, one his family alone

has employed for generations.

What I'm talking about is an assassination.

It's dirty work, and you cannot fail.

You must not be seen, either.

Because of the nature of this mission,

you're the only person I can ask.

Will you agree to my request?

GUTS: This is not like you.

You should cut all this polite crap

and order me to do your bidding like you always do.

HASSAN: Your lessons of late have become a bit harsh.

Remember, Adonis is but a young boy.

JULIUS: That's enough, Hassan.

Adonis won't remain a child forever.

And as my successor, he will carry great responsibility

on his shoulders.

-But your grace--

-That will be all, Hassan.

Not only did I fail, but that man

was credited with risking his own life

to protect the princess.

[creaking sound]

Damn wind.

Hey, Hassan.

Huh?

Intruder!

I know you.

You're one of Griffith's-- one of Griffith's men.

GUARD: It came from up there.

Intruder!

Stop where you are!

-Look over there!

Lord Adonis!

-You bastard!

-Damn it.

GUARD: He can't have gone far!

Find him.

Find him!

-Oh, Lord Adonis, this is too cruel.

Is there no mercy?

Get him!

Do no let that intruder out of this house alive!

-There, on the western parapet!

Cut off his escape!

Archers, fire!

-While we're here, I bet Griffith

is enjoying a succulent meal right now

at the princess's soiree.

JUDEAU: Yeah, but that bunch is no fun.

Who wants to worry about observing

all those formalities?

You can't relax.

-I don't care about that.

What's a little stress when he gets to eat fine food

and enjoy the perks of count-hood while tasting

the fruits of a noblewoman?

CORKUS: Somehow I have a feeling that Princess Charlotte's ball

isn't that kind of party.

RICKERT: Hey, does anyone know where Guts is?

I haven't seen him since this morning.

-That loon is probably out playing with his sword ,

as usual.

CASCA: Pippin, top me of.

Our two companies were scheduled to have joint drills today,

but Guts never showed up.

And he didn't give anyone notice, either.

There he is.

Guts!

Where in the hell have you been all day?

GUTS: Where's Griffith?

-Griffith was personally requested

to attend a ball thrown by Princess Charlotte.

So he's probably at the Promrose Hall.

-I see.

-Hey, I'm not done talking to you!

Come back!

That wound.

[music playing]

-Oh, what a lovely night.

And such a nice breeze, too.

Truthfully, I find such festivities quite tedious.

I'm afraid I'm becoming quite tired.

GRIFFITH: Please, rest here, Princess Charlotte.

-Oh, my.

Why, thank you.

CASCA: Wait.

You intend to go looking like that?

You'll just end up embarrassing him.

If you must speak to him, then wait

until the princess is gone.

I'm borrowing this.

GRIFFITH: Why are most men so preoccupied by bloodshed?

That is what you asked me on the hunting grounds, is it not?

-Yes.

-It's true that men possess a side that

is rather savage, as you have already observed.

But it's purpose is to win things that are precious

as well as protect them.

You could say it's like a double-edged sword.

-Are precious things those you love?

Sorry.

I mean honor?

-Love and honor are both important things.

They are the things a knight is willing to die for.

It's the reason they take up arms.

However, for a man, I believe there

is something that goes beyond that,

something even more precious.

-Something more precious?

-They're driven to pursue it, so driven they

do it entirely for their own sake.

It's their dream.

-A dream.

-Men yearn for their dreams, regardless of their class

and no matter what their achievements have been.

One can be sustained by their dream, hurt by their dream,

revived by their dream, or even killed by it.

And though one might be abandoned by his own dream,

even then it will smolder in his heart forever.

One should know what it feels like to strive for such goals,

to willingly martyr yourself to the god named Dream.

I find it abhorrent to simply live out

my life for no other reason than I was born into it.

[music playing]

I apologize.

I hope I haven't been boring you, Princess.

-No.

Lord Griffith, you are such a marvelous person.

You are more noble than the aristocrats we call nobles.

But on the day of the hunt when you taught me

how to play the leaf, you seemed like an innocent little child.

But when shared your thoughts, you were like a philosopher.

I think you're amazing.

I'm sure your friends are equally fascinated by you.

I'm certain it's what attracts them to you.

-They are my soldiers, and they will follow me

into the jaws of death for the sake of my dream.

But it doesn't make them my friends.

A friend should never subsist on another's dream.

The man who would be my friend must have a reason for living

that goes beyond me.

And he should put his heart and soul

into protecting this dream, even if it means opposing me.

For me to call a man my friend, he

must be my equal in every respect.

-Lord Griffith?

Would you share your dream with me?

Princess!

-What-- whatever's the matter?

-Something terrible has happened.

It pains me to tell you, but your uncle the count

has been murdered.

-That can't be!

An intruder stole into his study under the cover of darkness.

The young Lord Adonis was killed, as well.

The-- the court is in an uproar, and your guests

have been cleared from the main hall.

His majesty ordered you to return to the safety of you

chambers at once.

The guards will be here to escort you soon.

Please make ready to leave, Princess.

-Guts, we have to go.

If this was Tudor, there'll be all-out war.

Guts.

[music playing]

GUTS (VOICEOVER): This isn't the time for thinking.

I should only focus on wielding my sword

and how I'll kill them, nothing more.

CASCA (VOICEOVER): I wanted to be his sword.

It's all I wanted.

GUTS (VOICEOVER): It's just like any other castle, only bigger.

We just do what Griffith says, like we always have,

and it's ours.

[music playing]

GRIFFITH (VOICEOVER): Our survival demands

that we stake our lives on this fight.

And to survive is to be victorious.

GUTS (VOICEOVER): I'm going to see it through to the end.

I want to see what heights the Band of the Hawk can reach.

I want to learn all that Griffith's

done in the past and witness what

he plans to do in the future.

[music playing]