All language subtitles for Merlin.S03E12.The.Coming.of.Arthur.Part.1.1080p.BluRay.x264-OFT-NHI

In a land of myth
and a time of magic,

the destiny of a great kingdom rests
on the shoulders of a young boy.

His name, Merlin.

It was Cenred who did this,
you're certain of it?

Yes, my lord.

His messenger has only
this minute departed Camelot.

Cenred said that the patrol
trespassed on his land.

And an example had to be made.

How many dead?

All of them, sire. Every last man.

The Knights?

All lost.

Edric, Oldof, Osric.

And Sir Leon.

Here!

Quick. Help me.

We do not have much time. Ready?

His spirit leaves him. We must hurry.

Welcome back.

-We thought you were dead for sure.
-I was dead.

Or as good as.
Until the Druids found me.

The Druids?

Yes, my lord.

I owe them my life.

How did they heal you?
You were as good as dead you said.

-I don't know.
-Did they use magic?

Well, I...

Yes or no?
It's a simple enough question.

I only know that I drank
from some kind of cup, sire.

Cup?

It was extraordinary, my lord.

I have known nothing like it.

From the moment it touched my lips
I could feel my life return to me.

Well,

your trials have left you weary,
I'm sure.

We must let him rest.

-Is that it?
-That's it.

He is exhausted, sire,
and severely dehydrated.

But given time he'll make
a full recovery.

Thank you, Gaius.

Well?

It's remarkable, sire.

He bears no sign of any kind of wound.

-He is in perfect health.
-And the cup he spoke of?

From his description,
I would say it was the Cup of Life.

-You are aware of its power, Gaius?
-I am indeed, sire.

But the Druids are a peaceful people.

They would only ever use
the Cup for good.

-Sir Leon is surely proof of that.
-Be that as it may.

According to Sir Leon's description,

the Druid's cave lies within
Cenred's kingdom.

It is imperative that we get
to the Cup before he does.

My lord, the Druids are secretive
by nature.

They will have the Cup well hidden.

Might it not be wise
to leave it where it is?

I am not prepared to take that risk.

I thought the Cup was
destroyed with Nimueh

when I defeated her
on the Isle of the Blessed.

The Cup cannot be destroyed.

It's magic is eternal,
unbound by time or place.

But why does Uther fear it so much?

Because the Cup can be used
for evil as well as good.

-I don't understand.
-Many centuries ago,

it fell into the possession
of a great warlord.

One night,
he gathered his army before him.

He took a drop of blood
from each and every man

and collected it in the Cup.

Such was the vessel's power
that the soldiers

were made immortal where they stood.

So they could not be killed.

The carnage they wrought
was beyond all imagining.

The King's no fool.

He knows that the forces
of the Old Religion

are rising against him once more.

Heaven forbid that the Cup should
fall into the hands of Morgause.

Or Morgana.

With such a weapon at their disposal,
Camelot would be all but lost.

-You called for me, father.
-Cenred is our sworn enemy.

We cannot risk him getting his hands
on the Cup of Life.

-I know, Father.
-You must retrieve it.

Your mission must remain secret.
You can speak to no one of this.

I will take only my most
trusted men.

We've seen what happened to the
last patrol that entered Cenred's land.

You must go alone.

I am sorry to place
such a burden upon you,

but there is no one else I can trust.

I understand, Father.

You will be ready by sunrise,
won't you, Merlin?

I don't know where we're going,
how do I know what to pack?

Will it be hot? Will it be cold?
Will it be wet? Will it be dry?

Don't be such a girl, Merlin.
We're not going on holiday.

Holiday? What's a holiday?

Not that.

Nothing bearing the crest of Camelot.
We're going under cover.

This is ridiculous. Are you going
to tell me where we're going or not?

-I can tell you it will be dangerous.
-Great.

And I can tell you we will be traveling
through bandit infested lands.

-Terrific. Then where?
-I can't tell you that.

You don't know where we're going.

No, Merlin. I know where we're going.
It's just I can't tell you, that's all.

Right, 'cause if you do,
you'll have to kill me, I suppose.

Immediately and without hesitation.

Great.

It'll be a surprise. I love surprises.
Who doesn't love a good surprise?

What is it you wanted
to tell me, Sister?

Arthur rides at dawn.

He's been sent to recover
some kind of cup.

The Cup of Life, they called it?

The Cup of Life? Are you sure?

I heard every word.

How long I have searched for it.

Is it as powerful as they believe?

Oh, yes.

Trust me, Sister,

with the Cup in our possession,
Camelot would soon be at our mercy.

Where is the Cup now?

It's in the hands of the Druids.

All I know is that their camp lies
within Cenred's kingdom.

Then perhaps Cenred will be of use
to us again.

He has spies everywhere.
If he can have Arthur followed...

Then Arthur will lead us all the way
to the Cup itself.

Which way was the Prince heading?

For the Forest of Ascetir, my lady.

Send word to the scouts in the area.
They must be prepared.

Yes, sire.

Can your scouts be relied upon?

Of course. I handpicked them myself.

Why does that not reassure me?

Do not concern yourself, my lady.

The Cup of Life will soon be
in our hands.

And when it is, Camelot will be ours.

You forget yourself, Cenred.

It is Morgana that will take the throne,
not you or I.

I make no claim upon the throne,

only the spoils of victory.

You will get what you deserve, Cenred.

I can assure you of that.

We're going to Cenred's Kingdom,
aren't we?

What makes you say that?

Er, we're in the Forest of Ascetir,
we're not stopping.

You can think what you like, Merlin.

Oh, come on, you might as well tell me.

Then I'd have to kill you.
I told you that.

Go ahead. I mean,
I'm probably going to die any way.

Look at what happened to the patrol
that came here!

Dead, the lot of them!

Sir Leon survived.

Right, so that gives me, what?
A one in forty chance of making it?

Rather less, actually.
There are only two of us.

So I'm not probably going to die,
I'm definitely going to die.

Always the pessimist, Merlin.

Who knows, maybe just this once
we'll have no trouble.

Maybe you're right.

If past experience is anything to go by.

What was that you were saying
about me being a pessimist?

Must have slipped my mind.

Touch me again, you die.

-Gwaine?
-No manners you royals.

Merlin, old friend, you look terrible.

-Likewise.
-What are you doing here?

You know, wrong place, wrong time,
wrong drink.

-Nothing's changed there, then.
-That's just unfair.

Where exactly are we?

The bowels of an old castle.

Belongs to a fellow names Jarl.

-Never heard of him.
-Lovely bloke. Slave trader.

We're going to be sold as slaves?

Right, you filthy vermin.

Which one of you is ready to face
my champion in the arena?

No volunteers?

Well, I shall have to choose
one of you toerags myself, then.

Let me see.

How about you!

-Me?
-Death or glory, boy.

You should be honored.

Who is this so-called champion?

Can he crush nothing
but weaklings like this?

You think you could offer
a better contest?

I guarantee it.

Arthur, no.

Very well.

But if you lose,

I'll feed your little friend
to the crows, piece by stinking piece.

Are you ready, my champion?

I am.

How could you let this happen?

You let Arthur slip
through your fingers.

He was taken before my men
could get to him.

Taken?

By whom, exactly?

The slave trader, Jarl.

He's been working
our western border for months.

-And you let him?
-We have an understanding.

He doesn't bother me,
and I don't bother him.

-And where is this Jarl now?
-Don't worry, Morgause,

I'll find him soon enough.

See that you do.

Are you threatening me?

Trust me, Cenred,

when I am threatening you,
you'll know about it.

Gentlemen,

the rules are simple.

One man lives and one man dies.

If you cannot or will not finish off
your opponent,

I'll kill you both.

Let battle commence!

-Take it easy, will you?
-It's got to look real, hasn't it?

Fine, if it's real you want.

So far, so good.

What happens next?

Er, there was no next.

Finish him!

Well, that's somewhere
I'll not be in a hurry to see again.

Best stay out of trouble, then.

I could say the same to you.

You could do, but I wouldn't have
any idea what you're talking about.

Oh, come on.

You must have done something
to end up in a hole like that.

Actually, we're on a quest.

We're looking for the Cup of Life.

-Ow.
-What?

What part of the word "secret"
did you not understand?

It's Gwaine.

Gentlemen. Gentlemen!

It seems whatever it is
that you're after,

you could use a little help.

No one makes a fool of Jarl.

No one.

I want to know who they are

-and where they're hiding!
-My lord...

What's that?

It was confiscated from the prisoners,
my lord.

It may hold some clues.

I don't want clues.

I want blood!

Well, well, well.

It seems we were entertaining royalty.

So according to Merlin, here,
if you tell me where this Cup is,

you have to kill me.

That's correct.

You may as well tell me, then.

I mean, let's be honest,

you couldn't kill me
even if you wanted to.

Yeah? Try me.

I already did. Back in the arena.

I had you bang to rights, did I not?

-That was just a game.
-Oh, a game? Right.

-I won that game, did I not?
-No, you didn't.

-One more minute...
-One more minute

and you both would've been dead.

Neither of you won.
Your plan was a half-baked disaster,

and if it was not for that fire,
we would all be pushing up daisies.

You're certain it was Arthur?

Oh, yes.
It was the Prince, all right.

Matched your description exactly.

Had his servant with him.
Him and another man.

And you have proof of this?

-Where were they headed?
-West. Into the Forest of Gedney.

They've no horses, their tracks told us
as much. You'll soon run 'em down.

Excellent.

Always glad to be of help
to people of qualities

such as yourselves, sir.

Perhaps some small compensation

for my time and trouble?

My dear man, how remiss of me.

You will have your reward this instant.

Well, don't tell me we're actually here.

Easy, Merlin.

Wouldn't want to rile the Prince.

It has to be here somewhere.

Where is it?

Hmm? Where's the Cup?

-Tell me.
-Let him go, Arthur.

-He's just a boy.
-Where is it?

-Arthur.
-Stay out of this, Merlin.

No, Arthur, really.

One step closer.

There is no need for violence,
Arthur Pendragon.

The boy has done you no harm.

Release him.

Not without what I came for.

You seek the Cup of Life, do you not?

I do.

It is yours.

Please, now, the boy.

You meddle with a power you do not
understand, Arthur Pendragon.

By taking the Cup of Life
you risk more than you know.

I'll take my chances, thanks.

Let's go.

Emrys...

The Cup is in your care now.
Guard it well.

The future of this land depends on it.

Hard work this quest business.

Trust me, it's a great deed
we did here today.

Are you sure the Cup wasn't safer
with the Druids?

They can't be trusted, Merlin.
No one can.

The only safe place for the Cup
is the vaults of Camelot.

Yeah, but we have to get it there first.

Get the Cup.

Then kill them.

We're approaching the border
of Cenred's lands.

Beyond the forest lies Camelot.

And food and water and a nice hot bath.

Quiet.

Listen.

I don't hear anything.

-Exactly.
-Never satisfied, you city-types.

It's too noisy, it's too quiet...

Run!

Aah.

Merlin!

Right.
That doesn't look too great.

Arrow must've been poisoned.

He's got a fever,
we need to keep him warm.

I don't get it.

Why all this bother over a cup?

Because in the wrong hands
it can become a terrible weapon.

Not so great Cenred's got it then?

It's worse than you can
possibly imagine.

Loyal friends,

our time is at hand.

From today

no sword will fell you,

no spear will stop you short.

Your blood will not be spilled in vain,

but in victory.

You march with the mightiest weapon
of them all,

immortality.

Arthur should be back by now.

I'm sure there's a simple
explanation, sire.

You know as well as I do
he's been gone too long.

Take a patrol,
as many men as you need.

Whatever it takes, find him.

Yes, sire.

You show great strength, my lord.

What do you mean?

Day after day you must send
your only son into danger.

Not a responsibility
any father would wish to bear.

You must try not to worry.

He's the first Knight of Camelot
and your greatest warrior.

He's made it home safe in the past.

Why should this time be any different?

You're right.

Of course you are.

We need more firewood.

You're right about that.

-Do you want to go and get some?
-Not really. Thanks for asking.

There's wolves out there.

Bears, boars.

Exactly.

I'm not a warrior,
I can't defend myself like you.

Never too late to learn.

Merlin,

don't you know
when someone's joking with you?

If I die collecting firewood,
keep it to yourself.

I got my reputation to consider.

Come on.

Arthur, come on.

Magnificent, aren't they?

My army of immortals.

-Your army?
-Well, they are my men.

Correction. They were your men.

It is I that made them immortal.
They are bound to me now.

Do not think for one moment
that you can cross me, my lady.

Cross you?

Never.

What are you doing?

Have I not always been honest
with you, Cenred?

Stop.

Stop! You answer to me, not to her.

Morgause.

Morgause, make him stop. Make him stop!

Did I not say that when I
threatened you, you'd know about it?

Well, now you know.

Morgause, please...

My God.

All right, come on.

Where's the Cup?

-Where's the Cup?
-Cenred's men, they took it.

-Then what are we still doing here?
-You were unconscious.

Oh, always an excuse, Merlin.

Ow.

We have to get back to Camelot
before it's too late.

We must convene the Council of War.

They cannot be stopped.

-The soldiers, sire, they will not fall.
-What are you saying?

They will not die.

Gather the Knights,
prepare whatever defenses you can.

-But, sire...
-Do it!

Cenred. It must be.

How?

The location of the Cup was secret.

There's only one explanation, sire.

We have a traitor in our midst.

Gwen?

Is it true they attack at dawn?

I'm afraid so.

And no word from Arthur?

Nothing.

Then all is lost.

We'll be massacred,
every last one of us.

Not everyone has to die.

What do you mean not everyone?

Those that defy them,

those that choose to fight,
they will surely die.

But those who do not resist,

those that choose to welcome change,

they will have a future here.

Everyone has a choice, Gwen.

You know I have always
been loyal to you, Morgana.

And I always will be.

Then have no fear.

No harm will come to you,
I can promise you that.

What the hell happened?

I don't know.

We need to hurry.
We're still a day's march from Camelot.

Camelot patrol.

There's not a single enemy body.

He's right. This wasn't a fight,
this was a slaughter.

Who could've done such a thing?

An army of men that cannot die.

Come on.

They never stood a chance.

Here, let me.

Elyan!

I'm sorry.

Where is everyone?

I thought that...

Elyan, please, what happened?

They came out of nowhere.

A mighty army.
Weapons were useless against them.

They... They were men, sire,
but not men.

Nothing could kill them.

Nothing.

Where's your sister? Where's Guinevere?

She was in the citadel
when they attacked.

There's still hope.

Sire,

the citadel's been taken.

Let's go.

How much longer
can he keep going like this?

I don't know.

Where now?

Now...

-Now we...
-Arthur,

you can't go on.

-We must... We must find the others.
-You can't go on without treatment.

Guinevere, my father...

-Elyan.
-Yeah.

-Do you know the way to the dungeons?
-Yeah, I think so.

Go with Gwaine.
See if you can find them.

-I'm going with them.
-No, you're not.

-That's an order.
-No, to hell with your orders.

You're coming with me.

You're disobeying orders, Merlin.
I'll have you in the stocks for this.

Fine. Now, stay put
and try not to move that leg.

-Gaius!
-Merlin!

-Are you all right?
-All the better for seeing you.

Arthur.

I tried to heal him using magic,
but it didn't work.

This may hurt a bit, sire.

The wound's infected.

I'll have to redress the leg
to reduce the inflammation.

No, no, no, no. We haven't got time.

Just give me something to keep going.

Yes, sire.

It's the army of immortals, isn't it?

We'll be lucky to get away
with our lives. Any of us.

Where are you taking me? I am the King!

I demand to know!

The effect will be instant, sire,

but I cannot guarantee
how long it'll last.

Thank you, Gaius.

-The King, sire, he's alive.
-Where is he?

They're taking him to the throne room
as we speak.

This may be my last chance.

Arthur, there's too many of them.
You'll never make it.

I won't leave my father
to die here alone.

Gwaine, Elyan, take Gaius,

and make your way to the woods
beyond the castle.

I hope we meet again.

Merlin, you should go with them.

Nah, I've seen the woods already.

-Are you all right?
-Keep moving.

Well, Uther,

how the mighty have fallen.

The guards are immortal,
they'll cut you to ribbons!

What use are you dead?

I don't think you'll be needing this
anymore.

This is unlawful.

You cannot do this.

You have no right to the throne!

No, she does not.

But I do.

I am your daughter, after all.

Don't look so surprised.
I've known for some time.

By the power vested in me,

I crown thee, Morgana Pendragon,

Queen of Camelot.

No!