Original subtitles

(playful music)

* Now the mist has cleared as day is dawning

* It's all becoming clearer to me

* The seasons change

* As I change with them

* And the cool of spring

* Gives me strength

* I can't wait to know

* I will make it through

* Whatever life throws at me

* Summer's sweet scent

* Autumn's whisper

* Winter stings with the cold

* When trouble comes rolling in like thunder

* Tears may fall

* Fear may call

* But with spring in my heart

* When seasons change

* I'll change with them

* And I know I can weather the storm *

- Birk, what's gonna happen?

- (Narrator) As the clash between Mattis and Borka

grew more intense, Ronja worried

about what might happen next.

Then she returned home from the forest

to the awful sight of Birk, who was captured by Mattis.

I hate you, she cried.

Ronja had always loved her father dearly,

but now she only despised him.

(soft music)

(yells out)

- Here they come.

(footsteps)

(gasps)

(cries out)

- My boy!

(grunts)

(door creaks open)

(grunts)

(ominous music)

- Birk! Birk, are you alright?

Mattis, you good-for-nothing dirty beast!

Bring my son back here this instant

or I'll tear off your legs and rip out your eyes!

Do you hear me, you scoundrel?

Do you have nothing to say for yourself?

Or is it that you're so ashamed of yourself,

you can't even speak?

Well? Say something, Mattis!

- Tell her to be quiet, Borka.

It would be better for everyone if you listened

to what I have to say and keep your woman out of this.

- Why are you just standing there, Borka?

Why don't you say something?

- You must have a heart of stone, Mattis.

- Hey, stop!

Get your hands off me!

- You're a vile man.

I can understand that you want me out of here,

but you must understand that's my son,

my child who you used to get what you want.

Have you no sense of shame?

- I didn't ask what you think of me.

What I want to know is how soon

you'll be getting out of my fort.

(growls)

(seethes)

- First I have to find a place in the forest

where we can stay out of danger,

but that may prove difficult for us.

That said, give me back my son and I promise

that we will be gone before the summer is over.

You have my word.

- Sounds good.

Then I in turn promise that you will get your son back

before the summer is over.

- I meant, Mattis, that I want my son back

right now.

- Well then you better go right now.

(growls)

- You animal!

I hope the harpies rip ya to pieces!

(gasps)

- Bet ya know, Borka, we have dungeons here in Mattis' fort.

Your son won't want for a roof over his head

or food on his plate,

so let that be a comfort to you

if it happens to be a cold, wet summer.

(water drips)

(sniffles)

- I should just destroy everything

then Mattis will know how I suffer.

(water drips)

(dinging)

(whistling)

- What's wrong with you?

Don't you feel well?

(gasps)

(laughs)

Don't you want to play?

Here, watch once more.

(gasps)

Beat that!

If you can.

(sighs)

(dramatic music)

(gasps)

(grunts)

(wooshing)

(rumbling)

(gasping)

(gasps)

- You're not the only people who have dungeons.

So your daughter will not want for a roof over her head

or food on her plate either.

Comfort yourself with that thought, Mattis.

- Yes, cry, I would do the same if I had a beast

like that Mattis as my father.

- I'm warning you, be quiet.

You will not interfere in this.

- How dare you!

(footsteps)

- Do you hear that, ya fool?

If you want to see your daughter again,

you will return my son to me!

Mattis, will you bring my son back over here,

or do I throw your daughter into our dungeon?

- You can have your son back whenever you want.

- Whenever I want?

Shall we wait 'til summer is over?

You want that?

- Whenever you want.

- Look, I am merciful, not a scoundrel,

I'll do a fair exchange with you.

If you give me back my son, you will get back

your own child, you heartless villain.

- I have no child.

(gasps)

(gasping)

I have no daughter.

- What's that supposed to mean?

Is this some sort of mischief you're trying to brew up?

Is it?

- Feel free to take your son, Borka.

However, I can't take back my child.

For I no longer have one.

- But I do! I do and I want her back!

- (wooshing) - (crow crows)

Now you bring my child back here, hear me?

Right now.

Borka!

Even if that child's father has gone crazy,

as crazy as they come.

(soft piano music)

(footsteps)

Let's go.

(door creaks open)

- Look.

(sheep bleating)

- Where is Mattis?

- Who knows.

(sighs)

But somehow, I doubt he wants to show his face to Ronja.

(crow cawing)

(crow cawing)

(scoffs)

- And where's Mattis, the child robber?

Hiding under a rock somewhere?

No doubt he's too ashamed to show his face.

(sighs)

(scoffs)

(scoffs)

(crows cawing)

- Home.

- Hmm? - Hmm.

- What are you doing?

- I won't leave my sister.

I owe her too much, she saved my life.

- Sister, who saved your life?

- Just as Birk, my brother, saved me many, many times over.

- Your brother?

What's this?

My enemies child thinks you're her brother?

- Listen to me, she is my sister.

- Your sister?

Oh yes, but that's how it all starts,

and then the next thing you know...

(grunts) Come on, let's go!

- Get off! I'll go!

(gasps)

But I don't need you, so get your hands off me

and leave me alone!

(gasps)

- Birk!

Don't go!

(soft music)

(crows cawing)

- Ronja, what is it between you and that boy?

- (Ronja) You wouldn't understand.

- Ronja?

Ronja!

- Stop it.

- Why?

Ronja!

Welcome home, Ronja!

(door creaks open)

Ronja?

(sighing)

(sighs)

(dice click)

(door creaks open)

- Ah, Ronja, I'm glad you're alive

and back with us where you belong.

Poor little child.

I've been so afraid for ya, dear Ronja.

Ah.

(sighs)

There's nothing but misery in the fort these days.

(fire crackling)

(sighs)

I've got Mattis staying in my room.

But he just lies there,

staring at the wall,

never says a word.

Doesn't wanna get up, doesn't want to eat.

Oh, what should we do with him, eh?

(sighs)

- He'll come to his senses when he's hungry enough.

(sighs)

* Wild wolf, please

* Leave us be

* I know you're prowling

* Out from the forest

* To come steal from me

* I know your pain

* Cubs hungry again

* But you won't

* Take mine from me

* Wild wolf, please

* Why don't you feed

* On the scraps

* That I leave you?

* I promise this

* If my child you kiss

* That's the last thing

* You'll do *

(upbeat music)

- (Narrator) Next time on "Ronja the Robber's Daughter."

"Moving Out."

Don't miss it.

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