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±×¸®°í ½ÃÀÛµµ ³¡µµ ¾Æ´Ñ ³ªÀÇ À̾߱â´Ù.

 

Two years on the frontier.

 

ÀÌÀå¼Ò´Â ¼¼»óÀÇ Á¿°°Àº °÷ÀÌ´Ù.

 

½ÉÁö¾î ¶¥Àº ¿ì¸®ÀÇ Á×À½À» ¿øÇÑ´Ù.

 

´ÙÀ̾ ¹éº´Àå´Ô(ÁöÀ§; 100¸íÀǺÎÇϸ¦ °Å´À¸° ´ëÀå)
¼­¼­ °¨½ÃÇϱ⿣ ³Ê¹« Ãä½À´Ï´Ù.

³»°¡ °¨½ÃÇÏ´Â ¿ªÈ°Àº ¾Æ´ÏÁö¸¸
´ÜÁö ¹Û¿¡ ÀϵéÀÌ ±Ã±ÝÇØ¼­ ±×·¡

¼øÂûº´µéÀº »õº®¿¡ µ¹¾Æ¿Ã°ÍÀÔ´Ï´Ù.
Á¶±ÝÀÌ¶óµµ ÁÖ¹«½Ê½Ã¿ä.

¿À·¡ ¸Ó¹°¼ö·Ï Ãä°í ´ª´ªÇÔÀÌ »À¼Ó±îÁö ´õ ±íÀÌ ½º¸çµç´Ù.

±×¸®°í ºñ´Â ¿ÀÁ÷ ³¯Ä«·Î¿î ºÏÂʹٶ÷À» ¸¸µç´Ù.

±«»ç¼º ÇǺο°°ú µ¿»óÀ¸·Î ¿ë°¨ÇÑ ±ºÀÎÀ» ÀÒÀ»µ¿¾È,

ÇÇÆ®Áö¿ªÀÇ °í¶óÄÜ¿ÕÀÌ

±¹°æÁö¿ªÀ» ½À°ÝÇϱâÀ§ÇØ ÀÚ½ÅÀÇ ºÎ´ë¸¦ º¸³Â´Ù.

- Á¨Æ²¸Ç~
- Evening, sir.

¾ÕÂÊÀÌ Ãß¿î¹ãÀ̱º..(ºÏÂʹٶ÷ÀÌ ºÒ¾î¼­ ±×·±µí)

 

³» ¾Æ¹öÁö´Â ÁøÁ¤À¸·Î ÀûÀ» ¹°¸®Ä¥ ¹æ¹ýÀº,

Àڽź¸´Ù ÀûÀ» ´õ Àß¾Ë¾Æ¾ß ÇÑ´Ù°í ¹ÏÀ¸¼Ì´Ù.

³­ À̹ø ÀûÀ» Àß ¾È´Ù.

±×µéÀº ¿ÀÁ÷ ±×µéÀÇ °­Á¡¸¸ »ç¿ëÇϰí
Àý´ë Àü¸éÀü¿£ ³ª¼­Áö ¾ÊÀ»°ÍÀÌ´Ù.

´ë½Å¿¡ ±×µéÀº ¿ì¸®°¡ ÇÇÈ긱¶§±îÁö ÇǵüÁö¸¦ ¶¼¾î³¾°ÍÀÌ´Ù,

µ¿¹°Ã³·³ ¾îµÒ¿¡ ¼û¾î¼­,

ºü¸£°í °­ÇÏ°Ô °ø°ÝÇÑ´ÙÀ½ ¾îµÒ¼ÓÀ¸·Î »ç¶óÁú°ÍÀÌ´Ù.

 

»õº®ÀÌ¿À¸é ¿ì¸®´Â Á×Àºº´»ç¸¦ ¼¼°í
½ÃüµéÀÌ ¶¥¿¡ ¹¯À»°ÍÀÌ´Ù.

 

»õ·Î¿î ¹æ½ÄÀÇ ÀüÀïÀ¸·Î¼­ ¸í¿¹µµ ¾ø°í ³¡µµ ¾ø´Ù

 

ÀûÀÌ´Ù! ¾¾¹ß ÀûÀÌ´Ù!

 

¸¶Ä¿½º, Agricola·Î °¡¶ó

 

¹®! ¿­¾î¶ó

 

»¡¸®¿òÁ÷¿©!

 

- ±×¶óÅõ½º.
- ÀÚ½ÅÀ» º¸È£Çضó.

 

ºñ¸±·ç½º! ºñ¸±·ç½º!

 

The winner.

- That's the way!
- Yes!

 

ÇÑÆÇ´õÇØ!

 

ÃæºÐÇØ!

ÁÁÀº°æ±â¸¦ Çß´Ù.,
ÀÚ ³ª¶û ¼úÇÑÀÜ ÇÏÀÚ.

¼ÁÅõ½º, ¸ÆÁÖÁ» ´õÁà

 

´Ù½ÃÇØ, ºñ¸±·ç½º.

³Í ÃëÇß¾î. ¸ø³­ ¼úÁÖÁ¤¹ðÀ̱º.

 

±×¸®°í Çö¸íÇÏÁöµµ ¾Ê±º.

 

10ÆÇ°¸é ´Ï°¡ Á³´Ù´Â°É ¾Ë±â¿¡ ÃæºÐÇÏÁö ¾Ê³Ä?

Á¿±î¾¾¹ß ´Ù½ÃÇØ!

 

ÇÑÆÇ ´õ!

 

¼ÁÅõ½º, ´Ï°¡ ½ÉÆÇºÁ.
³» ¿·ÂÊ¿¡¼­.

 

Come on!

Come on!

- ºñ¸±·ç½º! ºñ¸±·ç½º! ºñ¸±·ç½º!
- À̰ܹö·Á.

ºñ¸±·ç½º. ºñ¸±·ç½º.

 

Sore loser.

 

¼ÁÅõ½º?

¹»±â´Ù¸®´Â°Å¾ß, ¸í·ÉÀ»?

¿©±â¸¦ ½Ï ¾²·¯¹ö·Á

 

¾¾¹ß, Á¤½ÅÀÌ ¹øÂ½ µå³×!

 

¾ðÁ¦ÂëµÇ¾ß »ç¶÷µéÀÌ 9±º´Ü¿¡°Ô ´ýºñ¸é Á¿µÇ´Â°É ¹è¿ï±î?

 

ÀϺδ 9±º´Ü»ç¶÷°ú ÇÔ²² ¼ú¸¶½Ã´Â°Ô ³Ê¿¡°Õ Á¤»óÀûÀÌÁö ¾Ê´Ù°í ÇÏ´õ±º

¼ÁÅõ½º, ³» ¿À·£ Ä£±¸¿©, ±×µéÀº ÀØÀÚ.
³­ 9±º´Ü »ç¶÷À̾ß.

 

- º´»ç, Áö³­¹ã ½Î¿ü¾ú³ª?
- ½Î¿ì´Â°Ô Á¦ Á÷¾÷ÀÔ´Ï´Ù.

³ÊÀÇ À屺¿¡°Ô Àü´ÞÇØÁÙ ¸Þ¼¼Áö°¡ ÀÖ´Ù.

Áö±Ý´çÀå ´ÏÀ屺¿¡°Ô·Î ¾È³»Çضó
³Î äÂïÁú ÇϱâÀü¿¡.

´©±¸³Ä?

³­ Agricola ÅëÄ¡ÀÚÀÇ °³ÀÎ »çÀýÀÌ´Ù.

 

Á¦¾ÈÇϰǵ¥ ¸»¿¡¼­ ³»·Á ³ª¿¡°Ô ¸Þ¼¼Áö¸¦ Áà¶ó.
I suggest you get down off that horse
and give me your message

³Î äÂïÁú ÇϱâÀü¿¡

À屺´Ô!
(äÂïÁúÀº) Á¦ Áñ°Å¿òÀÔ´Ï´Ù.

 

¶°³ª´Â°Ç Ãë¼ÒµÆ´Ù.

Agricola°¡ 9±º´ÜÀ» ¼ÒÁýÇϰíÀÖ´Ù.
¿ì¸®´Â ÀüÀïÇÏ·¯ °£´Ù, ¼ÁÅõ½º.

»ó±Þ Àå±³¿¡°Ô Ä·ÇÁ¸¦ Á¤¸®ÇÏ°í º´»ç¸¦ ¸ðÀ¸¶ó°í ¾Ë·Á¶ó

 

- Á˼ÛÇÕ´Ï´Ù¸¸... À屺´Ô.
- Agricola·Î µ¹¾Æ°¡¶ó Áï½Ã.

- Çѽ𣠳»·Î ¿ì¸®°¡ °£´Ù°í ÀüÇØ¶ó.
- ¾Ë°Ú½À´Ï´Ù. À屺´Ô.

 

¹Ì°³³ðµé¾Æ!

 

¿¡·Ð.

°í¶óÄÜ. ±×´Â ³óºÎ¿´´Ù.
±×ÀÇ ¾Æ³»°¡ Á×±âÀü±îÁö.

±×ÈÄ ±×´Â Àï±â¸¦ ¹ö¸®°í
±×¸®°í °ËÀ» µé¾ú´Ù.

 

±×´Â ÇÇÅ©µéÀÇ ½Î¿ì´Â ¹æ½ÄÀ» ¹Ù²å´Ù.
±×°Ç È¿°ú°¡ ÀÖ¾ú´Ù..

 

±×´Â ÀüÀïÀÇ È帧À» ¹Ù²å°í,
±×µéÀº ±×¸¦ ¿ÕÀ¸·Î ¸¸µé¾ú´Ù.

 

Agricola°¡ ¾î¶² À½¸ð¸¦ ²Ù¹Ì°íÀÖÁö

- damm you, Pict!
- ¾ðÁ¦ ±×ÀÇ ±º´ë¸¦ ºÏÂÊÀ¸·Î º¸³¾ ¿¹Á¤ÀÌÁö?

³­ ·Î¸¶ÀÇ ±ºÀÎÀÌ´Ù! ³­ Ç׺¹ÇÏÁö ¾Ê´Â´Ù.!

 

·Î¸¶´Â ³Ê¸¦ ÇÇÈ긮°Ô ¸¸µé°ÍÀÌ´Ù.

³Ê¸ÕÀú¾ß... ¹éº´À徯

 

À屺ÀÌ ¾î¶»°Ô ÇÒ²«Áö ³­ »ó°ü¾ÈÇϰڳ×.
±×·¯³ª ±×µéÀ» ¾µ¾î¹ö·Á¾ßÇϳ×

±×¸®°í °í¶óÄÜÀ» µ¥·Á¿À°Ô ³»°¡ °¨¿Á°¡±âÀü¿¡

ÁÖÁö»ç´Ô, ´ç½ÅÀº Á¤Ä¡ÀÎÀ̰í,
³­ ´Ü¼øÇÑ ±ºÀÎÀÔ´Ï´Ù.

 

±×·¯³ª ´ç½ÅÀÌ ·Î¸¶·Î µ¹¾Æ°¥ ¹æ¹ýÀ» ã´Â°Í¿¡´ëÇØ
³­ ´Ü¼øÇÏ°Ô º¸Áö ¾Ê½À´Ï´Ù.

³» »À´Â ·Î¸¶¸¦ À§ÇØ ¾ÆÇÁ°í.
À̰÷Àº ¾ß¸ÁÀÇ ¹«´ýÀ̳×..

And men.

´ç½ÅÀÇ °ÔÀÓÀÇ ½Éº¹ÀÌ µÇ±âÀ§ÇØ
³­ ³ªÀÇ ºÎ´ë¸¦ Èñ»ý½ÃŰÁö ¾ÊÀ»°ÍÀÔ´Ï´Ù.

¾Ë°Ú³×.

À屺 ¿ì¸® ¼ÖÁ÷ÇÏ°Ô ¸»Çغ¸¼¼

¿µ±¹ÀÇ Á¤º¹Àº ÆÐ¹èÀÇ ¿øÀÎÀ̳×

 

´ë´ãÇÑ ÇѹæÀ̸é..
¿ì¸° ¸ðµç°É ¹Ù²Ü¼ö ÀÖÁö¾Ê³ª..

À屺ÀÇ ¸í·É¿¡ ¿òÁ÷ÀÌ´Â 9±º´Ü°ú ÇÔ²²¶ó¸é
¿ì¸®´Â ÀûÀ» ºÎ¼Å¹ö¸±¼öÀÖ³×

À屺°ú 9±º´Üº´»çµéÀº Àü¿ªÇÒ¼öÀÖ³×.
¸í¿¹¿Í ºÎ¿ÍÇÔ²²

Á¦ º´»çµéÀº ¸í¿¹°¡ ÀÌ¹Ì ÃæºÐÇÕ´Ï´Ù.

Á÷Á¢ÀûÀÎ ¸í·É¿¡ ºÒº¹Á¾Àº ÃæºÐÇѰ¡?

 

Well...

 

¹ìÀ» Á×ÀÌ·Á¸é,
¹ìÀÇ ¸Ó¸®¸¦ Àß¶ó¾ß ÇÕ´Ï´Ù.

°í¶óÄÜÀ» ã¾Æ¾ß °Ú±º¿ä.

 

±×°ÉÀ§Çؼ­, ´ç½ÅÀÌ ¸¸³ª¾ßÇÒ»ç¶÷ÀÌ ¶°¿À¸£´Â±º

 

ºñ¸±·ç½º À屺, ¿¡Å×ÀÎÀ» ¼Ò°³ÇÏÁö,
³» ºê¸®°£Æ¼½º(¼¿Æ½ºÎÁ·À»ÁöĪÇÏ´Â ´ë¸í»ç) Ãß°ÝÀÚÀ̳×.

¸»Àº ¸øÇÏÁö¸¸, ±×³à´Â ¹¹µçÁö »ç³ÉÇÒ¼öÀÖ´Ù³×
¾î¶² Áö¿ª¿¡¼­µµ

³» ¸Í»õÄÁµ¥ ±×³à´Â ´Á´ë¿¡ ÀϺγ×.

ÀÌ·± ¿¬±ØÀ» ÇϰԵǼ­ ¹Ì¾ÈÇϳ×
±×·¯³ª ´ç½ÅÀÌ ³»ÆíÀÎÁö Áõ¸íÇÏ±æ ¿øÇß³×

ÇÏÀÎÀÌ Á×Àº°Ç ¾Æ¹«°Íµµ ¾Æ´Ï³×
¹ÏÀ½ÀÌ Áß¿äÇÏÁö

Àü À߸𸣰ڽÀ´Ï´Ù. ±×³à¿Í ½Î¿ö¾ß ÇÒÁö.. ȤÀº

±×³à´Â ¸»À̾øÀ»»Ó, ±Í¸Ó°Å¸®°¡ ¾Æ´Ï³×

 

- Àü Á¤Âûº´À» °¡Áö°í ÀÖ½À´Ï´Ù..
- ±×³à´Â ¾Æ´ÏÁö!

±×³à´Â ÇÇÅ©µéÀ» ¾È´Ù³×. ±×µéÀÇ ¹æ¹ý°ú,
¼û´Â°÷±îÁöµµ.

±×³à°¡ À屺À» »êÀ¸·Î ¾È³»ÇÒ²¬¼¼

 

¿Ö Àú±â¿¡ ¾É¾Æ ÀÖÀ»±î?

- ±×³à´Â °è¼Ó ³Î ÃÄ´Ùº¸°íÀÖ¾ú¾î ¹ã»õµµ·Ï
- ³»°¡ ÂïÇû³ªº¸Áö..

³Ê¿¡°Ô¼­ ´«À» ¸ø¶¼´Â±º

Come on, you.

±×³à´Â ¸»À̾ø¾î, ¸ÛûÇÑ ³ð¾Æ.

Àú¿©ÀÜ Çô°¡ ¾ø¾î, º´½Å¾Æ.
³ª¶ó¸é °¡±îÀÌ °¡Áö ¾Ê°Ú´Ù.

 

Çô°¡¾ø´Ù°í? ¿Ïº®Çѵ¥?
¿©·¯°¡Áö »ý°¢À» µé°Ô ¸¸µå´Âµ¥?

- Á¶½ÉÇØ¶ó.
- Oh!

 

³»»ý°¢¿£ ÇÇÅ©µéÀ̿ö§ ²¨Áö¶ó´Â Çൿ°°¾Æ

Àú¿©ÀÜ ºÐ¸í ÁÁÀº Á¤Âûº´Àϲ¨¾ß
´Ï ÀÚÁö¸¦ Á¤È®ÇÏ°Ô Ã£¾ÒÀ¸´Ï±ñ

³»»ý°¢¿£ »ç¶ûÀΰŠ°°¾Æ.

³ª À̹ø¿£ ¾ß¼ö¶û »ç±Í¾î¾ß ÇϳªºÁ..

 

º¸°í!

3¸íÀÇ ¸»Åº ÇÇÅ©µé°ú ¸Ç¹ß·Î µµ¸Á°¡´Â °¨¿Á¼ö¸¦ ºÃ½À´Ï´Ù..

Á¦»ý°¢¿£ ·Î¸¶ÀÎ °°½À´Ï´Ù.

 

¹éº´Àå ¸®¹«½º,
´ë¿­À» ¸Ã¾Æ¶ó

 

´©¾îÀÖ¾î! ´©¾îÀÖ¾î!

´©¾îÀÖ¾î!

 

ÀÌÇÇÅ©³ðÀ¸·ÎºÎÅÍ ¾Ë¾Æ³¾°Ô ¾ø½À´Ï´Ù..

¿ì¸®´Â Ç౺¿¡ Æ÷·Î°¡ ÇÊ¿ä¾ø´Ù.
¹»ÇؾßÇÏ´ÂÁö ¾ËÁö?

¾Õ¸é ¾Æ´Ï¸é µÞ¸é?

¾Õ¸éÇÒ¶õ´Ù ÃÖÀºÁ¤¾Æ~

 

³»°¡ À̰å³×

¹Ì¾È µ¿±â, º¹ºÒº¹ÀÌÁö.

 

Hey?

 

Çϳª´Ô °¨»çÇÕ´Ï´Ù. ´ç½ÅÀÌ ³¯ ¹ß°ßÇß±º¿ä?

½ÅÀ̾ƴ϶ó Àú¿©ÀÚ¾ß Àú¿©ÀÚÇѵ¥ °¨»çÇØ¶ó

¿¡Å×ÀÎ, ¿ì¸®ÀÇ ÇÇÅ© Á¤Âûº´. Àú¿©ÀÚ°¡ ´ç½ÅÀ» ¹ß°ßÇß´Ù.

 

À̸§ÀÌ ¹º°¡ º´»ç?

 

Àú´Â ÄöÅõ½º ´ÙÀ̽º

À̱º´Ü
±¹°æ¼öºñ´ëÀÔ´Ï´Ù.

 

¹Ì¾ÈÇÏÁö¸¸ ¿ì¸° ¿©±â¸¦ ¶°³ªÁö ¾Ê´Â´Ù.

 

- ºñ¾îÀÖ´Â ´ë¿­ÀÚ¸® ÀÖ½À´Ï±î?
- ¾øÁö´Â ¾ÊÁö.

³ª´Â 9±º´Ü ºñ¸±·ç½º À屺ÀÌ´Ù.

¿ì¸° ÀüÅõ¸¦ À§ÇØ ¿©±â¿¡ ¿ÔÁö..

 

±×·¸´ã ÇѸí´õ Ãß°¡ÇѰų׿ä.

 

- À屺´Ô.
- ¹éº´Àå ´ÙÀ̽º~.

ÇÏ~ ÀÌÁ¦ ·Î¸¶»ç¶÷ó·³ º¸À̴±º.
»óóµéÀºÀÌ ¾î¶²°¡?

º£Àλóó¿Í Ÿ¹Ú»óÀÔ´Ï´Ù.
À¢¸¸Å­ ȸº¹µÇ¾ú½À´Ï´Ù.

¶§·Î´Â º¸ÀÌÁö ¾Ê´Â »óóµµ ÀÖÀ»¼ö ÀÖÁö.

 

³Ê´Â ±Û¶óÄÜÀÇ ¼Õ¾Æ±Í¿¡¼­ µµ¸ÁÃÆÁö¸¸.

 

±×·¯³ª ³­ ³Ê¿¡°Ô ¿ì¸®¿Í ÇÔ²² ´Ù½Ã »çÀÚÀÇ ±¼·Î °¡ÀÚ°í
¿äûÇÒ¼ö¹Û¿¡ ¾ø±¸³ª

½Î¿òÀ» ´Ù½ÃÇÏ´Â°Ô ÃÖ°íÀÔ´Ï´Ù. À屺´Ô.

 

- ±ºÀÎó·³ ¸»Çϴ±¸³ª.
- ±Û·¡µð¿¡ÀÌÅÍ.

 

Á¦¾Æ¹öÁö´Â ½ºÄ¡ÇÇ¿À ´ÙÀ̽ºÀÔ´Ï´Ù..

±×¸¦ º»ÀûÀÖ´Ù. ±×´Â ±×°æ±â·Î ÀÚÀ¯¸¦ »çÁö ¾Ê¾Ò´À³Ä

±×´Â ´ë´ÜÇß¾úÁö.

ÀÔ´ëÇϱâÀü ¾Æ¹öÁö´Â Á¦°Ô ¾î¶»°Ô ½Î¿ì´ÂÁö ¾Ë·ÁÁּ̽À´Ï´Ù.

 

µû¶ó¿Í¶ó ¼Ò°³½ÃÄÑÁÙ»ç¶÷ÀÌ ÀÖ´Ù..

 

- ¼ÁÅõ½º.
- ³×?

À̳²ÀÚ¿¡°Ô ¼úÇÑÀÜ ÁÖÁö.
±×·²¸¸ÇÑ °¡Ä¡°¡ ÀÖ´Â »ç¶÷À̳×.

 

¿ì¸®¶û ÇÔ²²ÇÏÁö. ȯ¿µÇϳ×.
Àß ÀÍÀÎ ¼úÇÑÀÜ ÇϰÔ

°í¸¿½À´Ï´Ù.

 

³»ÀÏ ³Í ³»¿·¿¡ ½º°Ô µÉ²¨´Ù.

¾î¼¸é ´Ï°¡ ÇÇÅ©µéÀÇ È¯´ë¿¡ ´ëÇØ °¡¸£ÃÄÁÙ ºÎºÐÀÌ ÀÖÀ»²¨´Ù.

 

- °í¸¶¿ö. º¸Å彺
- ³×.

- ¼ÁÅõ½º, ³­ ÁÖº¯ Á» µ¹¾Æº¸°í¿À°Ú³×.
- ³×.

- ÁÁÀº Àú³áÀÔ´Ï´Ù À屺´Ô
- Àü ÇÇÅ©µéÀ̶õ ´Ü¾î°¡ ÀÌÇØ°¡ ¾È°©´Ï´Ù..

¸¸¾à ±×µéÀÌ ³¯ Àâ´Â´Ù¸é ³­ Á¿µÈ°Å¾ß.

Àú·± À屺Àº óÀ½ºÃ¾î
±×ÀÇ º´»çµé¿¡°Ô »ç¶û¹Þ´Â..

À½, ÈÆ·ÃÇÒ¶§´Â ¿ì¸®ÀÇ ¼±»ý´ÔÀ̰í,
ÀÜÄ¡¿¡¼­´Â ¿ì¸®ÀÇ ¾Æ¹öÁöÀ̰í,

¿ì¸®ÀÇ µ¿·áÀ̱⵵ÇÏÁö.

±×¸®°í ÀüÅõ¿¡¼­ ±×´Â ¿ì¸®ÀÇ ¸ñ¼ûÀ» ±¸ÇØÁÙ¼ö ÀÖ´Â
½ÅÀ̱⵵ ÇØ

- ¾îµð¼­ ÀÐÀº°Å¾ß?
- ÀúÂÊ¿¡ ÀÖ´Â Á¿°°Àº º®¿¡ ½áÁ®ÀÖ¾ú½À´Ï´Ù.

- ¾Æ¸¶µµ ±×°¡ ½º½º·Î ½è³ªº¸±º.
- ±×´Â ¹«ÀÚºñÇÏ°í ¹«¸ðÇÑ °³»õ³¢¾ß.

 

±×¸®°í ³­ ±×¸¦À§ÇØ Á×À»¼ö ÀÖ¾î ¸Á¼­¸²¾øÀÌ.

 

ÇÔÁ¤ÀÌ´Ù!

ÁøÇüÀ» Çü¼ºÇضó! Çü¼ºÇضó!

Quickly! Come on!

¸»¿¡¼­ ³»·Á¶ó! ¸»À» µÚÂÊÀ¸·Î ²ø°í°¡¶ó!

Tight! Quickly!

 

Steady, boys. ¹æ¾îÇØ!

 

Watching!

 

¾È°³¼Ó¿¡¼­ ¹º°¡°¡ ³ª¿Àµç.
µ¿·áµéÀÌ¿© Áø¿­À» À¯ÁöÇØ¶ó.

 

ÄöÅõ½º, ÈĹæÀ¸·Î °¡.

¹éº´Àå ·¹¹«½º¿¡°Ô ´ëÇüÀ» µÚ·Î ¿òÁ÷À̶ó°íÇØ.

- ¿­¾î¶ó.
- Keep watching!

 

Get ready!

 

Watching.

 

´ë~~¿­À» À¯ÁöÇØ!

 

ÀϾ¶ó!

 

- ÄöÅõ½º.
- º¸Åõ½º.

 

- »ì¾Ò±¸³ª.
- ±×·¡ À̳²ÀÚ°¡ ³»»ý¸íÀ» ±¸Çß¾î.

ºê¸¯À̾ß

 

- À屺´ÔÀº?
- ¾ø¾î.

¿ì¸° ¿òÁ÷¿©¾ßÇØ.

- °ÉÀ»¼ö ÀÖ°Ú¾î?
- ¾î.

Come on.

 

¿òÁ÷ÀÌÀÚ.

 

ÀüÀïÁß¿¡ È¥¶õµ¿¾È¿¡,

´ç½ÅÀÇ ¹ß¾Æ·¡ ÀÖ´Â ¶¥Àº
Çǹü¹÷ÀÌ µÇ°í ÅäÇÏ°í ¿ÀÁÜÀ¸·Î °¡µæÂù´Ù,

±×¸®°í µ¿·áÀÇ ³»Àå°ú ÀûÀÇ ³»ÀåÀ» º¸¸é,

½ÅÀÇ ±¸¿ø¿¡ ÀÇÁöÇϱ⠽±´Ù..

 

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¶ÇÇÑ Á׾´Â ±ºÀÎÀÌ´Ù.

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(±¸¿øÇÏÁö ¾Ê´Â´Ù)

 

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·¹¿À´Ï´Ù½º, ÇÏ±Þ Á¤Âû°ú º¸º´.

 

- ¿ì¸®°¡ ³²Àº»ç¶÷ÀÇ ÀüºÎÀΰ¡?
- ¿ì¸®´Â Çà¿î¾Æ¾ß..

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¿ì¸®´Â À屺´ÔÀÇ ½Ã½ÅÀ» ã¾Æ¾ß ÇÑ´Ù.
À屺´ÔÀº ¿©±âº¸´Ù Á»´õ ÁÁÀº °÷¿¡ ¹¯Çô¾ß ÇØ

À屺´ÔÀº »ì¾Æ°è½Ê´Ï´Ù.

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- ±×µéÀÌ À屺´ÔÀ» µ¥·Á°¡´Â°É º¸¾Ò½À´Ï´Ù

- ¾î´À±æ·Î?
- ºÏÂÊÀ¸·Î.

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- ÇÇÅ©µéÀÌ ¿ÂÈÄ °¡´Â°Ô ÁÁ°Ú´Ù.

À̽£¿¡¼­ »ì¾Æ³²Àº ÀÚ¸¦ Á×ÀÌ·¯ ¼øÂûº´µéÀ» º¸³¾²¨¾ß.

- ¿ì¸®»Ó¸¸¾Æ´Ï¶ó »ì¾ÆÀÖ´Â º´»çµé ¸ñÀ» µû·¯.
- ¸¸¾à À屺´ÔÀÌ »ì¾Æ°è½Å´Ù¸é, ±×°Ç ¿ì¸®ÀÇ ÀÓ¹«ÀÌ´Ù.

ÃÖÀºÁ¤¾Æ~~~~~!

 

- ¾îµð¼­ ¿Â°Ç°¡?
- ºÎ¾ý¿¡¼­ ¿Ô½À´Ï´Ù.

 

ÀßÇß³×, º´»ç

 

Á¦ À̸§Àº Ÿ¶óÅ©ÀÔ´Ï´Ù.

Àü º´»ç°¡ ¾Æ´Õ´Ï´Ù. ¿ä¸®»çÀÌÁö

´õÀÌ»óÀº ¾Æ´Ï³×

¹»ÇÒ¼ö ÀÖÀ»Áö ã¾Æº¸°Ô,
¹«±â³ª À½½ÄµéÀ».

°©¿ÊÀ» ¹þ°Ô. ¿ì¸®´Â °¡º±°Ô °¡¾ßÇϳ×.

 

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ÀÔ´ëÇϱâÀü¿¡ ±×´Â ¸¶¶óÅæ ¼±¼ö¿´½À´Ï´Ù.

- ¾î¶»°Ô ¾Ë¾Ò¾î?
- ¿ì¸®´Â À½½ÄÀ» ¸¸µéÁÒ. ¿ì¸®´Â ´Ù ¾Ð´Ï´Ù.

 

Aargh!

 

¼û¾î¶ù!

 

¾Æ~~!

 

¾Æ..!

 

Àú ½Ö³âÀ» ¹ÏÀ¸¸é ¾ÈµÇ´Â°Çµ¥...

 

À屺´ÔÀ» ¾îµð·Î µ¥·Á°¬´ÂÁö ¾Ë²¨°°´Ù.

¿òÁ÷ÀÌÀÚ

 

ÀÌÂÊÀÔ´Ï´Ù. ÀÌ µ¿±¼..

»¡¸® »êÀ» ¿Ã¶ó°¡¶ó! »¡¸®!

 

¿©±â ¾à°£ÀÇ À½½ÄÀÔ´Ï´Ù..

 

¾ÈµË´Ï´Ù.

µ¶¹ö¼¸ÀÔ´Ï´Ù. ¸îºÐ³»·Î ´ç½ÅÀ» Á×ÀϰÍÀÔ´Ï´Ù..

 

¼÷·ÃÀÚ°¡ ¾Æ´Ï¸é ºñ½ÁÇØ º¸ÀÔ´Ï´Ù.
À̰ÍÀÌ ¸ÀÀÖ´Â°Í ÀÔ´Ï´Ù.

 

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Ÿ¶óÅ©. Assyrian ¸ÂÁö?

³×.

±×·¯³ª Ÿ¶óÅ©´Â ³» ÁøÂ¥ À̸§ÀÌ ¾Æ´Õ´Ï´Ù.
³ªÀÌ°Ô ÁÖ¾îÁø À̸§ÀÌÁÒ

- ÁøÂ¥ À̸§ÀÌ ¹º°¡?
- ´ç½ÅÀÌ ¹ßÀ½ÇÒ¼ö ÀÖÀ»Áö ¸ð¸£°Ú½À´Ï´Ù.

³»°¡ ž°÷ ÈùµÎ Äí½ÃÀÇ »ê¿¡¼­ À¯·¡ÇѰÍÀÔ´Ï´Ù.

 

·¹¿À´Ï´Ù½º, ¸ÂÁö?

- ±×¸®½ºÀÎÀÔ´Ï´Ù.
- ºÒ¿¡ °¡±îÀÌ ¿À³Ê¶ó

 

- ¾îµð¼­¿Ô³ª º¸Å彺?
- ±º´ë·Î ºÎÅÍ ¿Ô¼Ò.

ÀÌ°Ô ³»°¡ ¾Æ´Â ÀüºÎ´Ù.

 

±×µéÀº °Å¸®¿¡¼­ ³¯ »Ì¾Ò°í, ÈÆ·Ã½Ã۰í
³ª¿¡°Ô ´õ ÀßÇÒ ¼ö ÀÖ´Ù°í ¸»ÇØÁá¼Ò.

 

±×·³ ¸»Çغ¸°Ô º¸Å彺
ÀßÇß´Ù°í »ý°¢Çϴ°¡ ¾Æ´Ô À߸øÇß´Ù°í »ý°¢Çϴ°¡?

 

¸¶Å©·Î½º?

 

Àü »ì±âÀ§ÇØ ·ç¹Ìµð¾Æ Áö¿ª¿¡¼­ºÎÅÍ
´Þ¸®±â ½ÃÀÛÇß½À´Ï´Ù.

±×¸®½º¿¡ ´ê±â±îÁö ¸ØÃßÁö ¾Ê¾Ò½À´Ï´Ù..
±×ÈÄ ½ºÆ÷Ã÷¸¦À§ÇØ ´Þ·È½À´Ï´Ù.

´Ù½Ã Á¦ »ý¸íÀ» À§ÇØ ´Þ¸®°í ÀÖ±º¿ä.

¿ì¸®¸ðµÎ Áý¿¡¼­ºÎÅÍ´Â ¸Ö¸®¿Ô±º.

 

- À̹øÀÌ Á¦´ëÀü ¸¶Áö¸· ÀÓ¹«¿´³×..
- °è¼ÓµÇ°í Àֳ׿ä. ¤»¤»

 

³ªÀÇ ¸¶À½À» Åõ½ºÄ«´ÏÁö¿ª ³óÀå¿¡ µÎ°íÀÖ³×
°Å±ä µûµíÇÑ ÇÞºûÀÌ ÀÖ´Â °÷ÀÌÁö

 

ºê¸¯...

 

¾Æ±î ¾î¶² À̸§À̶ó°í ÇßÁö?

ª½À´Ï´Ù. ÃÖÀº°»À̶ó°í ÇÕ´Ï´Ù.

 

³ÊÀÇ ¾î¸Ó´ÔÀº Çö¸íÇÏ½Å°Ô Æ²¸²¾ø±º.

±×³à´Â ¾¾¹ß °³±×¿ì¸ÕÀÔ´Ï´Ù.

 

ºê¸¯À̶ó..... ±×·³

 

Á» ÀÚµÎ°Ô ³»°¡ ù¹øÂ° ºÒħ¹øÀ» ½º°Ú³×

 

- À屺.
- ³» º´»çµéÀº ¾îµð¿¡ ÀÖ³ª?

½ÅÇÏ°í °°ÀÌ ÀÖ°ÙÂî.

 

¹è½ÅÀÚ!

 

±×³à°¡ ³ÊÀÇ Ã¥ÀÓ¿¡´ëÇØ ´äº¯ÇÒ°ÍÀÌ´Ù.
±×·¯³ª ¸»À» ÇÒ¼ö°¡ ¾øÁö ¿Ö ±×·±ÁÙ ¾Æ³ª?

±×³à°¡ ¾î·ÈÀ»¶§.
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±×³àÀÇ ¸¶À»Àº ´ë·®ÇлìÀ» ´çÇß¾ú´Ù.
·Î¸¶¿¡ ´ëÇ×ÇÑ ´ñ°¡·Î.

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±×µéÀº Á׿©´Þ¶ó°í ¾Ö¿øÇÒ¶§±îÁö
±×³àÀÇ ¾ö¸¶¸¦ °­°£Çϰí

¿¡Å×ÀÎÀ» ÁöÄѺ¸°Ô ¸¸µé¾ú´Ù.

 

±×³àµµ °­°£´çÇϱâ Àü±îÁö

±×¸®°í ¸¶Ä§³× ±×³àÀÇ Çô¸¦ ©¶ó¹ö·È°í
±×³à´Â ÇǺñ¸°³» ³ª´Â ·Î¸¶Á¦±¹ÀÇ

ÇÑÀÏ¿¡ ´ëÇØ ¸»ÇÒ ¼ö ¾ø°Ô µÇ¾ú´Ù.

 

±×³à´Â ºÏÂÊÀ¸·Î ´Þ¾Æ³µ°í
±×¸®°í ¿ì¸®¿¡°Ô º¸È£¸¦ ¿äûÇßÁö

¿ì¸®´Â ±×³à¸¦ Ű¿ü´Ù.
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¿ì¸®´Â ±×³àµé ´Ù½Ã µ¹·Áº¸³Â´Ù.

Ãæ¼ºÀ» °¡ÀåÇØ¼­
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º´»çµéÀÌ ºÐ»êµÇ¾î ÀÖ±º

¾îµÎ¾îÁö¸é µé¾î°¡ÀÚ.

 

Come.

 

Urgh!

 

Come on.

 

ºê¸¯, º¸Å彺 ³ª¶û °°ÀÌ °£´Ù.
³²¾îÁö´Â ÁÖº¯À» °æ°èÇØ¶ó

 

À屺´Ô.

- 9±º´Ü.?
- Àú¿Í ¸î¸î º¸º´¸¸ ³²¾ÆÀÖ½À´Ï´Ù.

 

Oh, fuck.

 

Oh, shit.

 

Come on.

³ªµÎ°Ô.

 

Á¶¿ëÈ÷ÇØ .

 

- µµ³¢°¡ ÇÊ¿äÇØ.
- ³ªµÖ!

¿ì¸®´Â À屺´ÔÀ» ¹ö¸®Áö ¾ÊÀ»²®´Ï´Ù..

ÀÌÁ¨ ´Ï°¡ ±º´ÜÀÇ ´ëÀåÀÌ´Ù.
°¡¶ó

 

¶°³ª¾ßÇØ.

 

°¡¶ó¾î¼­!

 

ÁýÀ¸·Î °¡¶ó.

 

9±º´ÜÀÌ ÁÖ´Â ¼±¹°ÀÌ´Ù.

 

ÅØ½º´Â ¾îµðÀÖ¾î?

 

ÀÛÀº ¹®Á¦¸¦ ÇØ°áÇØ¾ßÇØ

³­ À屺´ÔÀÇ ÇÛ¸äÀ» ã¾Ò¾î.
À屺´ÔÀº ¾îµð¿¡ ÀÖÁö ?

±¸ÃâÇÒ¼ö°¡ ¾ø¾ú¾î °¡ÀÚ.

 

¾Æ¹«°Íµµ ¾òÀº°Ô ¾øÀÌ ¿À°ÔµÆÀÚ³ª!

 

Á¨Àå

 

ºÃÁö ´Ï³×º´»çµéÀÌ ÇÑÀÏÀ»?

Á×±âÀü¿¡, ÀÌ·¸°Ô ÇÑ ´Ï³×º´»çµéÀ»
»ì·ÁµÎÁö ¾ÊÀ»°ÍÀ» ¾Ë°íÀÖ¾î¶ó.

 

Èï.. ±×·³ °è¼ÓÇØºÁ¶ó

 

³ÊÀÇ ·Î¸¶ Ä£±¸µéÀº Â÷°¡¿î Ä®Àº ±¸ºÎ·¯ÁöÁö
¾Ê´Â´Ù´Â°É ¾Ë¾ÆµÖ¾ß ÇÑ´Ù. ºÎ¼­ÁöÁö

 

¹» ±â´Ù¸®°í Àִ°žß?
³»°¡ ¹«¼·³Ä?

³ª¶û½Î¿ï ¿ë°¨ÇÑ »ç¶÷ÀÌ ¾ø³Ä?

 

´Ï°¡ ¾ó¸¶³ª ÀßÇÏ´ÂÁö º¸ÀÚ
she-wolf.

 

Go!

 

Èû³»¶ó ¿ì¸®´Â °è¼Ó °¡¾ßÇÑ´Ù
¿ì¸®°¡ ¾Õ¼­´Â µ¿¾È

- µµº¸·Î, ÀÌ°É ³ÑÀÚ°í?
- ±×µéÀÌ ÁÖÀúÇÒµ¿¾È ¿ì¸®´Â °è¼Ó°¡¾ßÇÑ´Ù.

 

¿ì¸®´Â °è¼Ó ºÏÂÊÀ¸·Î °¡¾ßÇØ

±×·¸Áö¸¸ ¿ì¸®ÀÇ ºÎ´ë´Â ³²ÂÊ¿¡ ÀÖ½À´Ï´Ù.

±×·¡¼­ ±×µéÀº ¿ì¸± ã±â À§ÇØ ³²ÂÊÀ¸·Î
°¥²¨¾ß

 

¿ì¸®´Â ±×µéÀ» ¾Õ¼³¼ö ¾ø´Ù..

±×·¡¼­ ¿ì¸®´Â ±×µéº¸´Ù ¼±¼öÃľßÇØ

¿ì¸®´Â ºÏÂÊÀ¸·Î ÇâÇÑ´Ù, ¿ì¸®ÀÇ ÈçÀûÀ» ¹ö¸®°í,
±×·±´ÙÀ½ ¼­ÂÊ ³²ÂÊÀ¸·Î µ¹¾Æ°£´Ù

 

¾Æ¸¶ ¸îÀÏ È¤Àº ¸îÁÖ°¡ °É¸±²¨¾ß

¿ì¸®´Â Àûµé·ÎºÎÅÍ ¸Ö¸®ÀÖ´Ù.
À̰ÍÀÌ ¿ì¸®°¡ ÁýÀ¸·Î µ¹¾Æ°¥ ¸¶Áö¸· Âù½º¾ß.

 

Come on!

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¹ÞÀ¸½Ê½Ã¿ä.., ¾î°µí..¹éº´Àå´Ô.

 

ÇÇÅ©µéÀÌ ³Ê¸¦ ¦i°ÔµÇ¸é ±×µéÀº Àý´ë ¸ØÃßÁö ¾ÊÀ»²¨¾ß

±×µéÀº ¸î½Ã°£µ¿¾È ´Þ¸±¼öÀÖ°í, ¸îÀÏÀ» °¥¼öÀÖ´Ù.
±×µéÀº °ÅÀÇ ¸ÔÁöµµ ÀÚÁöµµ ¾Ê´Â´Ù.

 

¿¡Å×ÀÎ ´Á´ë°°Àº³â,
»ç³ÉÇϴ¹ýÀ» ž¶§ºÎÅÍ ¹è¿ö¿Ô´Ù.

¼¾½º¿Í º»´ÉÀÌ ÇÕÃÄÁ®ÀÖ´Ù.

±×³à´Â ÁöÇüÀ» ÀÐÀ»¼ö ÀÖ°í,
Áö³ª°£ ÈçÀûÀ» ãÀ» ¼öÀÖ´Ù.,

¶¥À¸·ÎºÎÅÍ Áö½ÄÀ» ¾ò°í
±×¸®°í ¿ì¸®¿Í °¡±î¿öÁ³´Ù..

 

ÀÌÁ¨ ±×³à´Â ·Î¸¶ÀÎÀ» »ç³ÉÇÑ´Ù

 

ÀÌÁ¨ ¿ì¸®°¡ ¸ÔÀÌÀÌ´Ù.

 

Move! Keep moving!

 

Stop!

 

- Leo, ¿ì¸®´Â °è¼Ó°¡¾ßÇØ!
- ¾ÈµÇ°Ú¾î¿ä ½¬¾î¾ß ÇÒ²¨ °°¾Æ¿ä.

- ´õÀÌ»óÀº ¸ø°¡¿ä ³Ê¹« Ãß¿ö¿ä..
- °¡ÀÚ ±×¸¦ ºÎÃàÇØ¶ó

ºÎ¸¯, ½¯¸¸ÇѰ÷À» ã¾Æ¶ó,
¹Ù¶÷À» ÇÊÇÒ¼ö ÀÖ´Â ¾Æ¹«°÷À̳ª.

Enough. Help me.

 

±×´Â °è¼Ó µÞÃÄÁö°í ÀÖ½À´Ï´Ù. ¸í·É¸¸ Áֽʽÿä.
Á¦°¡ ó¸®ÇϰڽÀ´Ï´Ù.

 

¿ì¸®´Â ¹¶Ä¡¸é»ì°í Èð¾îÁö¸é Á״´Ù.
³ÊºÎÅÍ ±×·¡..

 

±×°¡ ¿øÇÑ´Ù°íÇØµµ °è¼Ó ÀÌ´ë·Î °¥¼ø¾ø½À´Ï´Ù.

¸¸ÀÏ ³ª¿¡°Ô ±âȸ°¡ ÁÖ¾îÁø´Ù¸é
³»°¡ ó¸®ÇÏÁö

´ÏÀå·Ê³ª ó¸®Çضó

 

±×µéÀÌ ±×µéÀÇ ¾ó±¼¿¡ Ǫ¸¥ ¹°°¨À¸·Î Ä¥ÇÒ¶§ ,

±×°ÍÀº µ¥ÄÚ·¹ÀÌ¼Ç ÀÌ»óÀÇ Àǹ̸¦ °®´Â´Ù.

±×°ÍÀº ½Å¼ºÇÑ ÀǽÄÀÌ´Ù.

 

ÇÇÆ®Àο¡°Ô´Â,
±×°ÍÀº ½ÇÆÐÇϱ⺸´Ü Á×À½À» ¼±ÅÃÇÑ´Ù´Â ÀǹÌÀÌ´Ù

 

±×°ÍÀº ±×µé¿¡°Ô µ¹¾Æ°¥°÷Àº ¾ø´Ù¶õ ¶æÀÌ´Ù.

 

À̵éÀº ³»°¡ º» »ç¶÷Áß ÃÖ°íÀÌ´Ù.

 

³»°¡ ±×µéÀ» À̲ø¸¸Å­ °¡Ä¡°¡ Àִ°¡?

 

³» ¾Æ¹öÁö´Â Àλý¿¡ ÀÖ¾î,
Àǹ«¿Í ¸í¿¹´Â ¸ðµç°Íµéº¸´Ù À§¿¡ÀÖ´Ù°í °¡¸£ÃÆ´Ù.

»ç¶÷Àº ¸í¿¹¾øÀÌ´Â Áü½Âº¸´Ù ³ªÀº°Ô ¾ø´Ù.

 

³­ À屺¿¡°Ô ¾à¼ÓÇß´Ù À̵éÀ» ÁýÀ¸·Î µ¥·Á°£´Ù°í/i

 

ÀÌ°Ô ³ªÀÇ Àǹ«ÀÌ´Ù

 

ÀÌ°Ô ³ªÀÇ ÀÏÀÌ´Ù.

 

±×¸®½ºÀÎÄ¡°í ³ª»ÚÁø ¾Ê±º, °¡ÀÚ

 

½Ä±âÀü¿¡ ¸¶¼Å¶ó.

 

- À̰Թº°¡?
- À§ÀÔ´Ï´Ù..

À̳¢µéÀÌ ¹ÝÂë ¼ÒÈ­µÈü ¾È¿¡ Àֳ׿ä.

 

µå¼¼¿ä, ¸ö¿¡ ÁÁ½À´Ï´Ù.

 

ÄöµÎ½º. ±×µéÀÌ ºñ¸í¼Ò¸®¸¦ µé¾úÀ»²¨¾ß.

 

¹¹°¡ À߸øµÈ°Å¾ß?

 

Move! Move! Move!

 

Move! Move!

 

This way!

 

Move. Come on, let's go.

Come on, get up!

 

Come on!

 

They're coming!

 

- ±×µéÀÌ °¡±îÀÌ ÀÖ´Ù..
- Come on! °è¼Ó¿Ã¶ó°¡

 

Come on. ¼ÕÀ» »¸¾î¶ó

 

No!

 

Shit!

- ¶Ù¾î³»·Á¾ß ÇØ.
- ³Ê ¹ÌÃÆ³Ä?

- Do it!
- Fuck it.

 

- I can't!
- Yes, you can!

 

You can do it!

 

No! Tarak!

 

±¦Âú¾Æ? ¿Ã¶ó¿Í¶ó.

 

- ±×¸¦ Àâ¾Æ.
- Àâ¾Ò¾î.

 

Ÿ¶ôÀº ¾îµðÀÖÁö?

±×´Â Á×¾ú´Ù.

 

Thax, Macros?

 

¿©±â¼­ ³ª°¡ÀÚ.

 

Come on.

 

°©¿ÊÀ» ¹þ¾î,
±×°ÍµéÀÌ ¿ì¸± ´õ ¹«°Ì°Ô ¸¸µé²¨¾ß

 

Oh, shit.

- °ÉÀ»¼ö ÀÖ°Ú¾î?
- Yes.

 

ÀÚ..°¡ÀÚ

 

±×µéÀº ¹°±æÀ» µû¶ó ¿ì¸®¸¦ µû¶ó¿Ô´Ù..

 

ÁÁ¾Æ..°è¼Ó°¡¶ó

 

Shit!

- ±×³à´Â¿ì¸®ÂÊÀ» ÇâÇØÀÖ¾î.
- ¾¾¹ß³â ¾î¶»°Ô Çϴ°ÅÁö?

±×°Ç ¸¶¼úÀÌ¾Æ³Ä ±×³âÀº Ãß°ÝÀÚ¾ß.
±×¸®°í ±×³àÂÊÀ¸·Î ¹Ù¶÷ÀÌ ºÒ°íÀÖ¾î.

 

- ¹«½¼ÀÏÀÌÁö?
- Çù°îÀ» °Ç´õ Ä·ÇÁ¸¦ ¸¸µé°í ÀÖ¾î

±×µéÀÌ ¾îµð¿¡ÀÖ´ÂÁö ¾Ë°íÀÖÀ¸¸é
±×µéÀº ½Å°æ¾µÇÊ¿ä¾ø¾î.

±×³à´Â ¿ì¸®ÀÇ À§Ä¡¸¦ ¸ð¸¦²¨¾ß.

 

º¸Å彺, ¸®¿ÀÁ» Àß ÁöÄѺÁ.

 

- ¹»ÇÒ²«µ¥?
- ÀÛÀº È®·üÀÌ¶óµµ °¡Á®¾ßÁö

Come on.

 

Aargh!

Quintus!

 

±×¸¦ Á׿© ´ÙÀ½ÇൿÀ» ÇÏÀÚ

 

No!

 

±×µéÀÌ ¸Ó¸®¸¦ ©¶ó °¡Á®°¬¾î.

 

- º¸Å彺!
- T±×µéµµ ³Ê¿Í °°Àº »ý°¢À» Çß³ªº¸±º

±×µéÀº ´õÀÌ»ó ±×µéÀÇ »î°ú ³ª¶ó¸¦ À§ÇØ ½Î¿ìÁø ¾Ê´Â±º

 

±×µéÀº ÇÇÀÇ º¹¼ö¸¦ ´ÙÁüÇß¾î ¿ì¸®Çѵ¥

 

±×¸®°í ±×µéÀº ½¬Áö ¾ÊÀ»²¨..

 

±×µé¿¡°Ô Á×À½À» ±¸°ÉÇϱâ±îÁö

°è¼Ó °¥Áغñ°¡ ÁغñµÆÁö?

- ³­ ³¡³µ¾î.. Èñ¸ÁÀÌ ¾ø´Ù.
- Èñ¸ÁÀÌ ¾ø´Ù°í?

 

Àý¸ÁÀº ±×µéÀÌ ³ë·¡ÇÏ°í ½Ã¸¦ ¾²´Â°Å¾ß.

 

Àý¸ÁÀº ¾²Àßµ¥±â ¾ø´Â°Å¾ß, º¸Å彺.
Àý¸ÁÀº °è¼Ó ³Î ´©¿öÀÖ°Ô ¸¸µé²¨´Ù

 

±×·³ ³»°¡ ¹»ÇؾßÇØ?

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Macros. Macros.

 

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Thax!

 

Come on!

 

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- Oh!
- Whoa, whoa!

 

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You speak my language.

 

Are you from the garrison?

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Here.

 

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ÀÌÆ²?

 

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Çâ±â ÁÁÀºµ¥?

 

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Àú³âÀÇ ¸¶¹ýÀÌ µéÀº°Å °°¾Æ?

ÄöÅõ½º, ¹ö¼¸À̾ß.

- ¸Ó¶ó°í?
- Àú³âÀÌ ¿ì¸± Áßµ¶½ÃŰ·Á°í Çϰí ÀÖ¾î

 

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Á¤¸» ÁÁÀºµ¥?

 

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- ¾ÆÁÖ ÁÁ¾Æ

 

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±×³à¸¦ ¾Æ¼¼¿ä?

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Where's Arianne?

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ÀϺη¯ Çϴ°ſ¹¿ä?

 

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¾îÁ¬¹ã »ê±â½¾¿¡¼­ ÆøÇ³ÀÌÀÖ¾ú³ªºÁ¿ä.

 

Come on!

 

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±×³à´Â õ»çÀϱî?.

 

¾Æ´Ô ¾Ç¸¶Àϱî?

 

- Clear.
- All right.

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There it is.

 

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µûµíÇÑ ºÒ·Î ¸Â¾ÆÁá¾î¿ä,

 

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Agricola´Â ÈÄÅðÇß´Ù.

 

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±×³à´Â¾î¶»°Ô ÇѰÅÁö?

 

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´õÀÌ»ó µµ¸ÁÀº ¸ø°¡°Ú´Ù.

 

- ÀÌ°Ô ³»°¡ ãÀº ÀüºÎ¾ß.
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¼­Âʺ®!

 

ºê¸¯!

 

Come on!

 

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- ³ªµµ¸ð¸£°Ú¾î

ÇÏ·ç ȤÀº ÀÌÆ²?

 

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Oh, shit!

 

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¿ì¸®´Â ´Ï°¡ Á×ÀºÁÙ ¾Ë¾Ò¾î

 

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ÇìÀÌ Àû¾îµµ 3¸íÀº »ì¾ÒÀݾÆ

 

- ¾ÆÁ÷ ¿ì¸° Áý¿¡ ¾È°¬¾î.
- ¹«½¼¸»À̾ß?

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AgricolaÀÇ ¸í·ÉÀÌ ±×ÀÇ ºÎ´ë¿¡ ³»·ÁÁ³¾î

ÇÏ ·Î¸¶°¡ ¸¶Ä§³» ÀÌ Á¿°°Àº ³ª¶ó¸¦ Æ÷±âÇϴ±¸¸¸ ±×·¸Áö?

 

±×°Å ¹Ì¾ÈÇÏ´Ù°í ¸»Àº ¸øÇϰڱ¸¸¸

 

±×·³ ¿ì¸° ¾Æ¹«°Íµµ ¾Æ´Ñ°ÍÀ» À§Çؼ­ ½Î¿î°Å¾ß

 

Hup! Hup!

 

- ¹«½¼ÀÏÀÌ ÀÖ¾ú´ø°Å¾ß, Thax?
- ¹«½¼¸»À» Çϴ°ÅÁö?

 

¿©±ä Çϵ帮¾ÈÀÇ º»°ÅÁö, Á¿°°Àº °èȹÀÌÁö?
A wall?

Hey, ´©°¡½Å°æ½á ¿ì¸®´Â ÇØ³Â´Âµ¥

- °¡ÀÚ!
- º¸Å彺, ±â´Ù·Á

 

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Thax, ¹«½¼ÁþÀ̾ß

 

¿ì¸®°¡ ¼­·Î ÀÌÇØÇϰíÀÖ´ÂÁö ¾Ë°í½Í¾î¼­ ¸»ÀÌÁö.

 

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Hey!

 

º¸Å彺!

 

ÀÌ º¸°í´Â ¿ì¸®ÀÇ ÃÖ¾ÇÀÇ µÎ·Á¿òÀ» È®ÀÎÇÏ°Ô µÆ´Ù.

 

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±×µéÀÌ ½ÇÆÐÇß´Ù´Â°Ô ¾Ë·ÁÁö´Â°Íº¸´Ü.

 

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9±º´ÜÀÇ ¿î¸íÀº ±â·ÏÀ¸·ÎºÎÅÍ Áö¿öÁú°ÍÀÌ´Ù.

Aye.

 

Aye.

 

À½½ÄÀÌ ÀÔ¿¡ ¸Â±æ ¹Ù·¡¿ä.

 

´ç½ÅÀ» À§ÇØ ¿ÍÀÎÀ» °¡Á®¿Ô¾î¿ä.

 

À̰ÍÀÌ ·Î¸¶ÀÇ ¿µ¿õÀ» À§ÇÑ ¿ì¸®°¡ ÇÒ¼ö ÀÖ´Â ÀüºÎÁö¿ä.

 

À̰ÍÀÌ ·Î¸¶°¡ ¿µ¿õÀ» ´ëÁ¢ÇÏ´Â ¹æ¹ýÀԴϱî?

´ç½ÅÀº Áø½ÇÀ» ¹¯±æ ¿øÇÏ°í ³ª¶ÇÇÑ ¸¶Âù°¡ÁöÀԴϱî?

³Ê´Â °ñÄ¡µ¢¾î¸®À̾ß.

 

¾îµð·Î °¡´Â°ÅÁö?

³»°¡ ¼ÓÇѰ÷À¸·Î °£´Ù.

 

¾ÈµÅ!

 

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³»À̸§Àº ÄöÅõ½º ´ÙÀ̽ºÀÌ´Ù.

³ª´Â ·Î¸¶ÀÇ µµ¸ÁÀÚÀÌ´Ù.

 

±×¸®°í ÀÌ°Ç ³ªÀÇ ½ÃÀÛµµ ³¡µµ ¾Æ´Ñ ³ªÀÇ À̾߱âÀÌ´Ù.

 

My name is Quintus Dias.

 

I'm a soldier of Rome.

 

And this is neither the beginning
nor the end of my story.

 

Two years on the frontier.

 

This place is the arsehole of the world.

 

Even the land wants us dead.

 

Centurion Dias, it's too damn cold
to be standing watch.

 

It's not my watch.
I'm just wondering what's out there.

 

The patrol returns at dawn.
You should get some sleep.

 

The longer we stay, the deeper the cold
and damp soaks into our bones.

 

And the rain makes way only
for the stinging bite of the north wind.

 

While we lose brave men
to foot rot and frostbite,

 

the Pict king Gorlacon

 

sends his war parties
to raid along the frontier at will.

 

- Gentlemen.
- Evening, sir.

 

A cold night on the front.

 

My father believed
that to truly defeat an enemy,

 

you must know him better than yourself.

 

I know this enemy well.

 

They play only to their strengths,
and will not be drawn into open combat.

 

Instead, they pick at the scab
until we bleed,

 

hiding in the shadows like animals,

 

striking hard and fast
then falling back into the night.

 

Come the dawn, we count our losses
and sow the earth with our dead.

 

This is a new kind of war,
a war without honour, without end.

 

(Urine trickles)

 

- (Bell rings)
- (Man) Come on! Come on!

 

(Shouting)

 

Marcus, ride to Agricola!

 

Gate. Move!

 

Move, soldier!

 

- Gratus.
- Save yourself.

 

(Roars)

 

(ln Pictish)

 

(Crowd) Virilus! Virilus!

 

(Chanting continues)

 

(Cheering)

 

The winner.

 

- That's the way!
- Yes!

 

Again!

 

Enough!

 

You put up a good fight,
now you drink with me.

 

Septus, more ale.

 

Again, Virilus.

 

You're a drunk. An ugly drunk.

 

(Laughter)

 

And not too bright.

 

Isn't ten times enough
to know when you're beaten?

 

Damn you! Again!

 

Once more!

 

Septus, your ruling.
And watch my flank.

 

Come on!

 

Come on!

 

- (Chanting) Virilus! Virilus! Virilus!
- You beat him.

 

Virilus. Virilus.

 

Sore loser.

 

Septus?

 

What are you waiting for, an order?

 

Get stuck in there!

 

Damn, that'll sober a man up quick!

 

When will people learn
not to fuck with the Ninth?

 

Some say it's irregular for you to be
seen drinking with the men of the Legion.

 

Septus, my old friend, they forget.
I am a man of the Legion.

 

- Soldier, have you been fighting?
- Fighting is my job.

 

I have a message for your general.

 

Now, point me in his direction
before I have you flogged.

 

Who are you?

 

I'm the personal envoy
of Governor Agricola.

 

I suggest you get down off that horse
and give me your message

 

before I have you flogged!

 

General, sir!
It would be my pleasure.

 

All leave is cancelled.

 

Agricola is mobilising the Ninth.
We're going to war, Septus.

 

Alert the senior legates to break camp
and prepare the men.

 

- Sorry, General, sir...
- Return to Agricola at once.

 

- Tell him we rode out within the hour.
- Yes, General.

 

(Shouting and jeering)

 

Bastard!

 

Aeron. (Speaks Pictish)

 

(Quintus) Gorlacon. He was a farmer
until his wife was killed.

 

Then he put down the plough
and took up the sword.

 

He changed the way the Picts fought.
It worked.

 

He turned the tide,
so they made him king.

 

(Jeering)

 

What does Agricola intend
for my people?

 

- Damn you, Pict!
- When will he send his armies north?

 

I am a soldier of Rome! I will not yield!

 

(Gorlacon speaks Pictish)

 

Rome will make you bleed for this.

 

You first, Centurion.

 

(Groans)

 

(Door slams)

 

I don't care how you do it
but wipe them out.

 

And bring Gorlacon before me in chains.

 

Governor, you're the politician,
I'm just a simple soldier.

 

But I'm not so simple that I can't see
you're looking for a way back to Rome.

 

My bones ache for Rome.
This place is the graveyard of ambition.

 

And men.

 

And I won't sacrifice mine
to be pawns in your game.

 

I see.

 

Let us be frank, General.

 

The conquest of Britain is a lost cause.

 

With one bold stroke,
we could change all that.

 

With the Ninth Legion at your command,
we can crush this enemy.

 

You and your men could retire
with wealth and honour.

 

My men have honour enough.

 

Enough to disobey a direct order?

 

Well...

 

To kill the snake,
you have to cut off its head.

 

I need to find Gorlacon.

 

For that, I have someone special in mind.

 

(Screams)

 

General Virilus, meet Etain,
my Brigantes tracker.

 

Can't speak a word, but she can hunt
anything over any terrain.

 

I swear she's part wolf.

 

I apologise for the theatrics,
but I wanted to prove a point.

 

Slaves cost nothing.
Trust is priceless.

 

I don't know whether to fight her or...

 

She's mute, not deaf!

 

- I have my own scouts.
- (Agricola) Not like her!

 

She knows the Picts. Knows their ways,
knows their hideaways.

 

She will guide you into the mountains.

 

(Wind howling)

 

(Distant shouts)

 

(Gasps)

 

(Thunder rumbles)

 

What's she sitting over there for?

 

- She's been looking at you all night.
- I've spotted it.

 

Can't take her eyes off you.

 

Come on, you.
(Kissing noises)

 

She's speechless, you daft bastard.

 

She's got no tongue in her head, you fool.
I wouldn't get too close.

 

No tongue, that's perfect,
she'll have... more room for this.

 

- (Septus) You be careful.
- Oh!

 

(Bothos) I think that's Pict for "fuck off".

 

She must be a good scout
if she can find your cock.

 

I think it's love.

 

I'll have a go with the mutt this time.

 

(Laughter)

 

(Whooping cries)

 

(Virilus) Report.

 

Three Pict riders and another,
a prisoner, on foot.

 

I think he might be Roman.

 

(Virilus) Centurion Remus,
take the column!

 

(Shouting in Pictish)

 

(Speaks in Pictish)

 

(Horse whinnies)

 

(Yells)

 

Stay down! Stay down!

 

Stay down!

 

We'll get nothing out of him.

 

We can't take prisoners on the march.
You know what to do.

 

Head or ship?

 

Head.

 

I win.

 

Sorry, mate. Orders are orders.

 

Hey?

 

Thank the gods you found me.

 

Not the gods you should thank. It's her.

 

Etain, our Pict scout. She found you.

 

What's your name, soldier?

 

I'm Quintus Dias.

 

Second in Command.
Inch-tuth-il frontier garrison.

 

Well, sorry we couldn't get here sooner.

 

- Are you the relief column?
- Not quite.

 

I'm Titus Flavius Virilus,
Commander of the Ninth Legion.

 

We've come here looking for a fight.

 

Then you'll get one.

 

- General.
- Centurion Dias.

 

Ha! Now you look like a Roman.
How do you feel?

 

Cuts and bruises, sir.
Nothing that won't heal in time.

 

Well, sometimes there are scars
that cannot be seen.

 

You escaped the clutches of Gorlacon,

 

but I must ask you to return with us
into the lion's den.

 

Best to get back into the fight, General.

 

- Spoken like a soldier.
- Gladiator.

 

My father was Scipio Dias.

 

I saw him win the fight
that earned him his freedom.

 

He was magnificent.

 

He taught me how to fight,
when to choose my battles.

 

Come meet the men.

 

- Septus.
- Sir?

 

Get this man a drink.
I think he deserves it.

 

Come and join us. Be warm.
Have a well-earned drink.

 

Thank you.

 

Tomorrow you ride by my side.

 

Perhaps you can teach me something
about Pict hospitality.

 

- Thax. Bothos.
- Sir.

 

- Septus, I'll be doing my rounds.
- Sir.

 

- Evening, General.
- I can't understand a word of these Picts.

 

- If they ever catch me, I'm fucked!
- (Laughter)

 

I've never seen a general
so beloved of his men.

 

Well, in training he is our scholar,
at the feast he is our father,

 

in the ranks he is our brother.

 

And in battle he is the god we pray
to save our souls.

 

- Where did you read that?
- It's written on the shithouse wall, sir.

 

- Probably wrote it himself.
- He's a ruthless, reckless bastard.

 

And I'd die for him without hesitation.

 

(Virilus) It's a trap!

 

(Septus) Column! Form up! Form up!

 

Quickly! Come on!

 

Dismount! Get the horses to the rear!

 

Tight! Quickly!

 

Steady, boys. Shields!

 

Watching!

 

(Horns blowing)

 

(War cries)

 

(Septus) Whatever comes out
of that mist, lads, you will hold the line.

 

(Horns blow)

 

Quintus, ride to the rear.

 

Tell Centurion Remus
to pull the column back.

 

- Make a hole.
- (Septus) Keep watching!

 

Get ready!

 

(Distant war cries)

 

Watching.

 

(Rumbling)

 

Hold the line!

 

(Screaming)

 

(War cries)

 

Stand tall!

 

- Quintus.
- Bothos.

 

- You made it.
- Yeah. This man saved my life.

 

Brick, here.

 

- The General?
- No.

 

We've got to move.

 

- Can you make it?
- Yeah.

 

Come on.

 

Let's get moving.

 

(Quintus) In the chaos of battle,

 

when the ground beneath your feet
is a slurry of blood, puke, piss,

 

and the entrails of friends
and enemies alike,

 

it's easy to turn to the gods for salvation.

 

But it's soldiers who do the fighting
and soldiers who do the dying.

 

And the gods never get their feet wet.

 

(Twig snaps)

 

- Thax.
- Thank the gods some of us made it.

 

Only you?

 

Macros, second cohort.

 

Leonidas, junior scout and peltast.

 

- Are we all that's left?
- We were outsmarted.

 

That's all. Time to go home.

 

We need to find the General's body.
He deserves a nobler tomb than this.

 

The General's still alive.

 

- Are you sure?
- I saw them take him away in chains.

 

- Which way?
- North.

 

- Then we follow north.
- You would go after the Picts?

 

They'll have patrols sweeping
these forests for survivors.

 

- We might as well slit our throats.
- If the General's alive, it's our duty.

 

Yaargh!

 

- Where did you come from?
- From the kitchens.

 

Good work, soldier.

 

My name's Tarak.

 

I'm not a soldier, I'm a cook.

 

Not any more.

 

Scavenge what you can,
food supplies, weapons.

 

Ditch your armour. We travel light.

 

Shit! That Macros can move.

 

(Tarak) He used to be a marathon runner
before he joined up.

 

- How do you know that?
- We make the food, we know everything.

 

Aargh!

 

(Horses whinny in distance)

 

Take cover.

 

Aargh!

 

(Screams)

 

Aargh!

 

(Metal clinks)

 

(Shouting in Pictish)

 

I knew we should never have trusted
that bitch.

 

I know where they've taken the General.

 

Move out.

 

This way. The cave.

 

Get up those mountains. Get up!

 

(Bothos) Here, some food.

 

No!

 

Death Caps. They can kill you in minutes.

 

To the untrained eye, they look similar
to these, which are delicious.

 

Thanks.

 

Tarak. It's Assyrian, right?

 

Yes.

 

But it's not my real name.
It was given to me.

 

- What's your real name?
- I doubt you could pronounce it.

 

It's from the mountains of
the Hindu Kush where I was born.

 

Leonidas, right?

 

- Greek father, sir.
- Move closer to the fire.

 

- Where are you from, Bothos?
- I'm from the army.

 

It's all I've ever known.

 

They picked me up from the street,
trained me, told me I could better myself.

 

So, tell me, Bothos.
Do you feel better or worse?

 

Macros?

 

I escaped with my life
by running from Numidia.

 

Didn't stop until I reached Greece.
Then I ran for sport.

 

Now I'm running for my life again.

 

We're all a long way from home.

 

- This was supposed to be my last tour.
- Still could be.

 

Had my eye on a farm in Tuscany,
where the sun warms the skin.

 

Brick...

 

What kind of name is that, anyway?

 

Short, sir... for Ubrickulius.

 

(Chuckling)

 

Your mother must have been... wise.

 

- She was a fucking comedian.
- (Laughter)

 

(Quintus) "Brick" it is, then.

 

Get some sleep. I'll stand first watch.

 

- General.
- Where are my men?

 

With your gods.

 

Traitor!

 

She would answer your charge
but she cannot speak. Do you know why?

 

She was a child
when she came to us seeking sanctuary.

 

Her own village had been slaughtered
as punishment for resisting Roman rule.

 

To set an example,
they burnt out her father's eyes.

 

They raped her mother
until she was begging to die.

 

Etain was forced to watch...

 

...before she too was raped.

 

And finally they cut out her tongue
that she may not speak ill

 

of the bloody Roman Empire.

 

She fled north
and came to us for shelter.

 

We raised her
and made her one of our own.

 

And when she came of age,
we sent her back to you,

 

to feign allegiance
and deliver you into our hands.

 

(Speaks Pictish)

 

(Grunts)

 

(Quintus) The army is still dispersed.

 

When it's dark, we go in.

 

(Muffled cry)

 

Come.

 

Urgh!

 

Come on.

 

Brick, Bothos, with me.
The rest of you, watch the perimeter.

 

General.

 

- The Legion?
- Only myself and a small cohort remain.

 

Oh, fuck.

 

(Straining)

 

Oh, shit.

 

- Come on.
- (Wood splinters)

 

Leave me.

 

(Muffled cry)

 

Shut up.

 

- (Bothos) We need an axe.
- Leave!

 

We will not abandon you, sir.

 

What's left of the Legion
is yours to command. Now go.

 

We have to leave.

 

Go now!

 

Get them home.

 

That's for the Ninth.

 

Where's Thax?

 

Had to take care of a small problem.

 

I've got the General's helmet.
Where is he?

 

We couldn't free him. Come on.

 

We came all this way for nothing!

 

Fuck.

 

See what you have done?

 

Before you die, know that the men
who did this will not live to tell your tale.

 

Well, let's get on with it, then.

 

Your Roman friends should have known
cold iron does not bend. It breaks.

 

Well, what are you waiting for?
Do you fear me?

 

No man brave enough?

 

(Scoffs)

 

Let's see what you're made of...
she-wolf.

 

(Cheering)

 

(Roars)

 

(Cry echoes)

 

(Bothos) Go!

 

(Coughing)

 

(Quintus) Come on. We need to keep
moving while we have the lead.

 

- On foot, over this?
- Where they may hesitate, we must go.

 

We keep moving. North.

 

But our lines are to the south.

 

And that's where
they'll be looking for us.

 

Look... we can't outrun them.

 

So we have to outsmart them.

 

We head north, throw them off our trail,
then double back, west, then south.

 

It may take days, even weeks.

 

But we're so far behind enemy lines,
it's our only chance of getting home.

 

Come on!

 

You'll be needing this, then, Centurion.

 

(Shouting in Pictish)

 

(Quintus) When the Picts
come after you, they never stop.

 

They can run for hours, ride for days.
They barely eat and rarely sleep.

 

Etain, like the wolf,
has learned to hunt from birth.

 

It is part sense, part instinct.

 

She can read the terrain,
search for signs of passing,

 

run her quarry to ground
and close in for the kill.

 

Now she hunts Romans.

 

Now we are the prey.

 

(Quintus) Move! Keep moving!

 

(Groans) Stop!

 

- Leo, we've got to keep moving!
- No. We need to rest.

 

- I can't go on, I'm too cold.
- Come, take him.

 

Brick, find shelter,
anywhere out of this wind.

 

(Bothos) Enough. Help me.

 

He's slowing us down. Just say the word
and I'll take care of it.

 

We live united or die divided...
starting with you.

 

You can stick this out if you want,

 

but first chance I get,
I'm taking care of myself.

 

It's your funeral.

 

(Quintus) When they paint their faces
in the blue woad,

 

it is more than just a decoration.

 

It is a sacred rite.

 

To the Picts,
it means they'd sooner die than fail.

 

It means for them...
there is no turning back.

 

(Ferocious roar)

 

(Quintus)
These men are the best I've ever seen.

 

Am I worthy enough to lead them?

 

My father taught me that in life,
duty and honour matter above all things.

 

A man without his word
is no better than a beast.

 

I made a promise to a general
to get his soldiers home.

 

That is my task.

 

That is my duty.

 

(Horse whinnies)

 

(Stag grunts)

 

Not bad for a Greek. Come on.

 

Drink while it's hot.

 

- What is that?
- The stomach.

 

The moss inside is half digested.

 

Try it, it's good.

 

(Spluttering)

 

(Horses whinny)

 

(Bone breaks)

 

(Screaming)

 

Quintus. They'll have heard him
from miles away.

 

What's wrong?

 

Move! Move! Move!

 

Move! Move!

 

This way!

 

Move. Come on, let's go.

 

Come on, get up!

 

- (Groaning)
- Come on!

 

(Grunting)

 

They're coming!

 

- They're closing.
- Come on! Get your arses up here.

 

(Groans)

 

Come on. Give me your hand!

 

(Macros) No!

 

(Thax) Shit!

 

- We have to jump.
- Are you out of your mind?

 

- Do it!
- Fuck it.

 

(Screams)

 

- I can't!
- Yes, you can!

 

You can do it!

 

No! Tarak!

 

(Gasps and splutters)

 

(Brick) Are you OK? Come on up.

 

- Grab him.
- I've got him.

 

(Panting)

 

Where's Tarak?

 

I lost him.

 

Thax, Macros?

 

Let's get out.

 

Come on.

 

(Gasping)

 

Take off the tunics,
they'll weigh us down.

 

Oh, shit.

 

- Can you walk?
- Yes.

 

Then you can run.

 

They've followed us downstream.

 

That's it. Keep going.

 

(Quintus) Shit!

 

- She's onto us.
- Damn witch. How can she do that?

 

It's not magic, she's a tracker.
And she's downwind of us.

 

- What's happening?
- They're making camp across the valley.

 

They don't care
if we know where they are.

 

But she won't expect it... us.

 

Bothos, watch over Leo.

 

- What are you going to do?
- Going to even the odds.

 

Come on.

 

(Stifled cry)

 

Aargh!

 

(Brick) Quintus!

 

Kill him and be done with it.

 

No!

 

(Screams)

 

They took his fucking head.

 

(Distant cries)

 

- Bothos!
- They had the same idea as you.

 

They're not defending their lives
or their country any more.

 

They've sworn a blood vengeance
against us.

 

And they won't rest...

 

...until we beg them... for death.

 

Are you ready to get on your knees
and beg?

 

- I'm finished. It's hopeless.
- Hopeless?

 

Hopeless is what they sing songs about,
write poems about.

 

Hopeless is the stuff of legend, Bothos.
And being a legend will get you laid.

 

(Laughter)

 

What do I have to do?

 

Keep moving, while we still have
darkness on our side.

 

The gods have forsaken us.
We make our own chances now.

 

(Wolf howls)

 

(Panting)

 

(Wolves snarling)

 

(Wolves barking)

 

Aargh!

 

Macros. Macros.

 

I... I can't keep up.

 

I can't keep up.

 

(Screams)

 

Macros, at least this way,
one of us will make it.

 

- Bastard!
- Don't cry out, Macros.

 

They'll end it quicker
if you don't cry out.

 

Don't leave me! Thax!

 

Thax!

 

(Panting)

 

Come on!

 

We should give this place a wide berth.

 

We need food and a place to rest.

 

Where the hell are we now?

 

- I'll get some water. Stay alert.
- Yeah.

 

- Oh!
- Whoa, whoa!

 

Brick, go back inside.

 

Go back inside now.

 

I'll leave you to it, then.

 

You speak my language.

 

Are you from the garrison?

 

I thought you'd stopped
coming up this far north.

 

Garrison? What garrison?

 

- Two days south of here.
- They come here?

 

How do you think I know your language?

 

I do what I can to discourage them.

 

They think I'm a necromancer...

 

...and they leave me alone.

 

It usually works on the others.

 

Why not you?

 

We're too tired to be afraid.

 

We were 3,000 and now we are three.

 

Here.

 

Brick, put the fucking knife down.

 

Bothos, there's a Roman garrison
two days from here.

 

It must be the Western Frontier Post
at Mentieth.

 

Two days?

 

Let's take a look at your friend.

 

Quintus, what's she doing?

 

She's a Pict and a woman...

 

Two good reasons not to trust her!

 

(Groans)

 

Right, that'll stop the bleeding.

 

(Whispers) Death caps?

 

Smells good.

 

Well, how's your leg?
Has our witch worked her magic?

 

(Whispers) Quintus, the mushrooms.

 

- What?
- She's trying to poison us.

 

Why heal your leg, only to kill you?

 

Death caps have white gills.

 

It pays to know your mushrooms.

 

Good.

 

It's really good.

 

- It's delicious.
- It's good.

 

(Owl hoots)

 

Your men are very nervous.

 

They ought to be.

 

A demon stalks us day and night.

 

A demon?

 

They call her Etain.

 

You know her?

 

If Etain is hunting you,
you might as well be dead already.

 

That's comforting.

 

Her soul is an empty vessel.

 

Only Roman blood can fill it.

 

(Shrieks)

 

Where's Arianne?

 

She went to fetch us some breakfast.

 

Are you OK?

 

(Urinates into stream)

 

Is that for bait?

 

Where I come from it's considered rude
to interrupt a man midflow.

 

Where I come from it's considered
only fair to warn a man

 

when he's pissing on his breakfast.

 

Good point.

 

Must've been a storm
in the hills last night.

 

(Wings flutter)

 

Come on!

 

- Trouble.
- Let's get out of here. Bothos.

 

- (Groans)
- Too late for that.

 

Hide in the grain store
and don't make a sound.

 

(Whinnying horses)

 

We put you in too much danger.
We'll leave.

 

Leave now and she'll have you gutted
and skinned before nightfall.

 

Stay until morning,
and your friend will be fit to travel.

 

These are your people.

 

They are not my people.

 

Not since Gorlacon accused me
of witchery and gave me this...

 

...to mark me as an outcast,

 

and banished me
to live out my days here, alone.

 

(Quintus) What cruel devices
does fate yet have in store for us?

 

To find sanctuary
in the house of our enemy.

 

Is she angel...

 

... or devil?

 

- Clear.
- All right.

 

Get some rest.

 

I'm a cantankerous old soldier...

 

...but not too stubborn
to admit when I'm wrong.

 

I'm sorry I misjudged you.

 

There it is.

 

(Groans)

 

- It's getting cold.
- Thank you.

 

You've given us the shelter of your home,
the warmth of your fire,

 

and risked your life for us.

 

Why?

 

I owe allegiance to no man,
but to whom I choose.

 

Here's some food for the journey.

 

Thank you.

 

Good luck, Roman.

 

Good luck, witch.

 

(Shrieking)

 

- (Groans)
- Bothos, get up. Come on.

 

My leg!

 

Look! Look! See, the fire's burning.

 

Look, hot food and a dry bed.
Come on.

 

Agricola has fallen back.

 

Emperor Hadrian has given orders
to form a new defensive line to the south.

 

Giving up the ground we fought for.

 

- And where does that leave us?
- Fucked.

 

(Distant horses)

 

How does she do that?

 

I don't know about you,
but I'm tired of running.

 

- This is all I could find.
- Make them count.

 

For Virilus.

 

For the Ninth.

 

(Brick) Bothos, they're flanking us.
West wall!

 

(Roars)

 

Brick!

 

Come on!

 

- How much further do you think?
- I don't know.

 

A day's ride. Maybe two.

 

(Twigs snap)

 

That's close enough, Thax.

 

Oh, shit!

 

I thought you were Picts.

 

(Bothos) We thought you were dead.

 

Where's Macros?

 

Wolves got him.

 

Is this it? Are we all that's left?

 

Hey, at least the three of us made it!

 

- We're not home yet.
- What are you talking about?

 

- We should be at the frontier by now.
- (Bothos) No.

 

Agricola's been given
his marching orders.

 

Ha! So, Rome's finally given up
on this shithole of a country, then?

 

Can't say that I'm sorry.

 

Then we fought for nothing.

 

(Groans)

 

Hup! Hup!

 

- What happened with the boy, Thax?
- I've no idea what you're talking about.

 

This is Hadrian's big, fucking plan?
A wall?

 

Hey, who cares? We made it.

 

- Let's go!
- Bothos, wait!

 

Slow down, Centurion.

 

Thax, what are you doing?

 

Just making sure
that we understand each other.

 

I understand that many good men died
because of what you did,

 

and you will answer for it.

 

Why did I just know
you were going to feel that way?

 

Hey!

 

Bothos!

 

(Agricola) This report
confirms our worst fears.

 

You fought your war, soldier,
and earned the gratitude of Rome.

 

This man will show you to my private
quarters, he will see you fed.

 

You look half starved.

 

We cannot return to Rome in disgrace.

 

Better that the fate of the Legion
remain a mystery

 

than the truth of their failure be known.

 

If word gets out, every tribe
and every nation will rise against us.

 

It's too great a risk.

 

Are we agreed, then?

 

The fate of the Ninth Legion
will be struck from the record.

 

Aye.

 

Aye.

 

I hope the food is to your liking.

 

I've brought you some wine.

 

It is the least we can do
for a hero of Rome.

 

Is this how Rome honours her heroes?

 

You want to bury the truth
and me along with it?

 

You are too much of a risk.

 

Where will you go?

 

Where I belong.

 

(Horse whinnies)

 

No!

 

It seems my life is
in your hands again, witch.

 

My name is Quintus Dias.

 

I am a fugitive of Rome.

 

And this is neither the beginning
nor the end of my story.