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the line! They're retreating!

Slaughter them!

Attack!

Forward!

Attack!

I just want to go home.

That's you and I, both.

Kill them!

He's got a blade!

Ya call that a blade?

Kill her!

Was she trying to look up your skirt?

It's a kilt!

Even.

I killed three.

We're even.

- Forward! - Spiffing.

You all know me, men.

You trust me.

We've been asked...

ordered... to counter attack at Waterloo.

If we do that, it'll be suicide,

- Ridiculous. - We'll be slaughtered.

Even if we do manage to defeat the enemy,

more will come.

Mm.

This war is over.

What happened to the Prussian army?

If they came to our aid?

Napoleon defeated the Prussian army today

while we fought here.

The Duke of Wellington must have a plan.

The Iron Duke, I fought with him in Spain.

You know how he got that nickname?

By using his men like a hammer

to smash the French lines.

It'll be the same at Waterloo.

Only this time we'll be out-manned and outgunned.

Napoleon has captured the Prussian artillery.

It'll be suicide.

If we go to Waterloo, we're dead.

This lucks bound to run out.

So uh...

why did you come here

in the dead of night to tell us this?

I suggest... we leave.

Now.

And become deserters?

This campaign has been madness since the beginning.

Aye.

I vote we leave.

Aye.

Aye.

Aye.

If we're discovered...

...we'll be shot.

The way I see it.

We're dead already.

Form up on me, men.

Let's get out of here.

Bring only what you need.

The guards will be watching the front lines.

We'll head for Germany and then North

to the coast.

In a few more days we'll be uh,

back on British soil.

She'll be waiting for you.

She will.

You know, I counted the amount of days

we've been away.

It's been 427.

427 days gone...

in the blink of an eye.

We were never meant to come back alive.

But we have.

Sometimes the paths we take aren't always what we expect,

But we'll uh,

get to where we're going in the end.

Be strong, my friend.

We uh, set out at first light.

Beautiful.

Piss off.

Righty-o.

Logan!

You tried to leave without saying goodbye.

Is there anything fond about this farewell?

I am your wife.

Only yours and I will be here when you return.

And if I do not?

Oh, don't speak of such things.

If you see that man again, I shall kill him.

Your last words to me are that of death.

We'll find little shelter until we reach Germany.

I wouldn't expect a warm welcome even then.

I thought they're quite hospitable.

I think you heard wrong.

I heard that the women don't even shave their legs.

What's that got to do with anything?

I don't trust the bears.

Logan?

Is there anything the matter?

Shall we?

Shall we?

I've read a lot about Germany.

What? The Brothers Grimm's tales?

Specifically, yes, actually.

I was joking.

I'm not. Fascinating.

They're real, you know?

Codswallop.

Tales to scare the kids.

Maybe, maybe not.

I wouldn't have thought you to be one

to believe in such things.

Glass slippers, princes and fairies.

Pray. Tell me which of these have you've come across?

If you want to know and not just mock me, ask then.

Clear.

So what did you and the Miller's daughter

say in private?

Didn't know I was meant to be talkin'.

Well, she must have liked it very much.

Yes, well, women love a man in a skirt.

It's a kilt.

Yes, very pretty.

There's a goat herder up ahead

and very little else.

Good.

Get yourself some bread, boy.

Charles. The watch is yours.

This is Germany.

How do you know?

I know.

Time for Bernard to tell us his tale.

Yes, let's take a break.

I'm sure we'd all like to hear it, Bernard.

You'll stop when I say. Not before.

I met him in the market.

The Exmoor Beast.

I was stationed in Devon after my basic training.

The beast took more sheep than any disease,

any man.

Then took a babe straight out of the crib.

The mother found the body.

What was left of it.

We hunted for the Beast.

We never found it.

There were sightings, more dead animals.

Aye.

Don't believe all that you hear, boys...

but don't disbelieve it either.

If you see that man again, I shall kill him.

You look more sour with every step we take towards home.

Don't worry, she'll be there.

There's a man up ahead,

British uniform.

And he looks injured.

Did he see you?

No, sir.

Edgar. Logan.

You two find some height.

We'll need coverage in case it's an ambush.

Charles. Rupert.

On me!

What's he doing?

He looks in pain.

Alone.

Nah, doesn't feel right.

What should we do...

There's only one way to find out.

You're a better shot than I, sir.

May I?

It's dangerous.

It could be dangerous.

You think it's a trap?

I don't know.

If it is, they've waited a long time for us.

It'll be safer with you here having my back.

He's got a point.

If you wish, Charles.

Thank you, sir.

Soldier?

Soldier, are you hurt?

What's your name, soldier?

Charles?

That's my name.

It's a good name.

What are you doing here alone, Charles?

I'm not alone.

Something's wrong.

And here we go.

Keep your eyes on the tree line.

Anything moves, fire.

What do you mean you're not alone?

Who's with you?

Look, if this is an ambush, I'll gut you.

I'm not alone.

You're here.

So, what's wrong?

Pain.

Is it your leg?

Uh-huh.

Where are all your friends, Charles?

Everyone who came...

died.

But you survived, eh?

Where was the battle?

Within...

Within the woods, there?

Stay here.

Keep your eyes on the tree line.

Whatever happens...

don't join us until I signal.

Yes, sir.

Report!

This is Charles, sir.

Injured leg...

maybe a sprain, possible fracture.

I uh, think he has hysteria, sir.

Doesn't seem to be too lucid.

His men?

Probably the cause of his current state.

Dead.

Killed in the forest, I believe.

French?

Yet to identify them, sir.

Imminent danger?

I don't believe so, sir.

Keep alert.

Good work, soldier.

Rank and regiment, soldier.

Your legs.

- Broken? - Pain.

Stay alert.

This man's lost his unit in the forest.

When you say, "Lost..."

We need to get him to a doctor.

- He's in pain. - What's wrong with him?

Hysteria from battle.

- Seen it all before. - What?

The toll of war on a man's soul.

Yes. He's hurt his foot too.

We need to get him through the forest.

Go around....

...go around.

'Round is another 100 miles.

Three days march!

We'll quick march.

We'll be through there by sunset.

We'll rest on the other side.

That or when we're dead.

Aye, we know it's dangerous.

You're not welcome.

We're running out of rations

and as much chance of running into the enemy,

skirting around as there is going through...

- Sir, we just... - That's an order.

Logan. You've got point.

Edgar. You stay with the wounded.

Charles. You've got the rear guard.

Keep your eyes open for the French.

- Aye. - Sir.

- Sir. - Move out.

Yes, sir.

I have a bad feeling about this.

Stick to the path. We'll be fine.

Eyes peeled.

Eyes peeled.

Are you a deserter?

I cannot leave.

I feel we should have stayed with the army.

- We'd be dead for sure. - You really think that?

I know that.

Do you long for home, sir?

Aye.

I long to hear my wife whisper goodnight.

And I know I'm safe at home in my bed,

where I'm meant to be.

And the world is right again.

Logan.

Is there anything wrong?

I went for a walk...

because I woke this morning and a thought was troubling me.

Oh, my dear.

So I turned to the Bible.

I've never known you to touch a Bible

- let alone look at one. - Indeed.

I found some truth in there.

It's an old letter.

Lies!

I swear.

I swear I would...

I would never lie to you...

Lies! Lies, lies, lies, lies!

Lies!

Do princesses dream of daffodils?

Halt!

Three owls watch.

Three owls were there.

No owls spoke.

Logan.

Why?

Words filled her mouth

but no noise was made.

Fragments of a heart

fail to beat.

The air's getting stuffy in here.

Indeed.

What will you do when you get home?

Stay alert, Rupert.

Yes, sir.

- How many attacked you? - Me? None.

- Your men? - Many. None.

Turncoats?

Sir!

I think the attack was by turncoats.

Is that right, Charles? You're a traitor!

Traitors will be shot.

If you're leading us into a trap I will kill you.

That is no idle threat.

Take him up front with Logan, three on point.

- We can still head back. - Not on my watch.

You'll see your children soon.

Is that a promise?

- Has anyone got eyes on it? - On what?

Whatever it is that's rushing past us.

Stop and you will see.

Let's quicken the march, lads.

Down here, lads.

Something the matter, Logan?

Take... Take a break for a moment.

I went for walk.

I went for walk.

Rupert.

On guard.

Charles.

Give him 10 minutes and then take over.

I woke this morning...

and a thought was troubling me.

Weariness helps the wandering mind

Hello.

So I turned to the Bible.

So many thoughts.

So many memories.

So many bad deeds.

So many silly things making you unhappy.

So I turned to the Bible.

We don't have to be here...

Indeed.

Indeed.

Why don't we take a walk away from the others?

Then we can talk.

Lies!

Lies!

Would you like to talk?

I'd like you to talk.

I want to hear your voice.

You have a pretty mouth.

I feel your desire.

I see it.

Walk with me awhile.

Are you OK?

Is something the matter, Logan?

I swear to you...

I must just... I must relieve myself.

I just...

Lies!

Logan!

Don't go far!

I went for a walk...

It's an old letter.

Lies!

Where are you?

Here...

...in your thoughts.

Welcome.

Why have you come here?

Just passing through.

What are you?

I am Moriquendi.

Moriquendi?

In your tongue it means, "Dark Elf."

You're an elf?

I see your dark thoughts...

Lie... Lie... Lies!

The shadows of your source...

Your desires...

your lusts...

your... sins.

I swear I would never lie to you.

Lies!

Your mouth is as foul as your words.

Eat them. Eat them!

Eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat...

Make them go away.

Oh?

But then what will you have to think about?

Good things.

Good things?

Yes. Yes, good things.

I've wandered in the darkness for too long.

You seek a new start.

Yes.

Seeds of the sapling give the mind a fresh start.

I must have these seeds.

- You must? - Yes.

Yes.

Logan!

Logan!

Where the blast have you been, soldier?

Get your wits about ya!

The seeds of the sapling...

Charles. On point.

Rupert. Rear guard.

Let's march.

Logan.

Are you OK?

You want the seeds of the sapling

more than you want me.

Weapons ready.

You had women with you?

It came from up ahead.

Advance.

On guard.

If you hurry, you may find the seeds.

The others will want them but if you hurry,

you'll get there first.

- Logan? - He wants them.

- Logan, I'm on point... - You must hurry.

Left side.

Who fired?

I did. I heard...

You've got blood on you.

There!

Nothing.

I...

There was...

What, man?

- I don't know. - What did you see?

I don't know!

A man? Men?

No. There was...

I don't know.

This forest is playing tricks on you.

Edgar?

Aye. Tricks.

There's nothing there.

Aye, the whole forest will know we're here, now.

- Fool. - I'm sorry.

Where's Logan?

The seeds are getting away.

You must hurry. You must.

She didn't mean to fall in love with another.

She didn't.

She didn't fall in love with another.

That bastard turned her head and her head is easily turned!

She doesn't know about the world.

But you do.

Don't you?

I know it's evil.

I've seen its evil.

You've done its evil.

Logan!

You tried to leave without saying goodbye.

Is there anything fond about this farewell?

I am your wife.

Only yours and I will be here when you return.

And If I do not?

Oh, don't speak of such things.

If you see that man again, I shall kill him.

Your last words to me are that of death.

I'm scared, Lily.

I'm scared for you.

I'm scared for me.

When I leave here, I will march for over 100 days

and be gone for more than a year.

I must know the truth.

Please.

I met him in the market.

He visited only once.

I left a note for you in my study saying,

"I'm sorry, I didn't get a chance to say goodbye."

When the servants find you in the morning,

they'll raise an alarm.

And when he returns...

as I know he shall...

he'll raise an alarm.

And when I come back, I'll show everyone the letter...

and then I'll show him what he wrote you.

And he'll be hanged, Lily.

I don't understand.

He'll be hanged.

Hanged.

It's okay, I have the seeds for you.

They'll take these dark thoughts away.

There you are.

Come here.

I have the seeds for you.

The seeds of the sapling.

Words filled her mouth and you put them back in.

You can put the seeds in your mouth

and all the sins will be forgotten.

Crunch the seeds of the sapling, Logan.

Let your sins be gone.

Crunch them.

Crunch them.

Crunch them.

More, eat more.

Keep eating until you're full.

Crunch them.

Crunch them.

Crunch them.

Don't they taste good?

Crunch them.

Where the hell did he go?

He was here one moment.

He could be in trouble. Step it up. Quick march.

You have blood on you.

Let me clean it.

She...

Wails for you.

Death...

has come.

Let us play

It's the forest.

It's talking to us.

Nonsense.

It's the wind.

Nothing more.

When you return...

will you marry me?

Did you see the enemy?

Does one not simply look at their own reflection?

What do you mean by that?

You're a whore.

Nothing more.

Halt.

Fresh tracks.

Of some sort.

Animal?

Larger.

Logan.

Too small.

Child?

No.

They lead off the path.

Good.

Let's go.

Ya know what I like the most

about you not wearing any trousers?

- What? - That.

Surely you heard it.

The wailing scream.

Tell me you heard it.

Are you okay?

Are you okay?

Are you okay?

I'm not the one about to go off and die in battle.

Now, why would you say that?

I speak the truth.

Does it bother you?

Poison to your ear.

Are you okay?

Let's catch up with the others.

How are you feeling?

- Slightly better. - Want to rest?

Do you?

The truth, eh?

Truthful words are like poison to your ear.

You think you can have me.

Well...

You have visited me for three years now.

You call me nothing?

When you had the fever, who was there for ya?

You're a whore.

Poison to your ears.

Who nursed ya?.

Aye, I may have to feed me-self

by doing depraved acts on depraved men...

- You're a whore. - It's like

poison to the ears, isn't it?

But you know what made it all worth it?

Why I put up with it?

How I live with me-self each day?

It's because I know you'll call for me.

And for a brief moment...

You're a whore.

I get a chance to glimpse, just glimpse at a life

that I didn't inherit, that I 'aven't earned.

But, by God, it's what I deserve as much as the next!

It's a life where love comes first.

You're a whore.

Poison to your ears.

When a tender moment can bring a smile

at the end of a darkest day

and I gave you that back

and don't you dare deny it.

Bravo.

My, how you are... saying

your words so poetically.

You... are a pig of a man.

I come here for relief.

Nothing more.

Oh.

He's... he's eaten rocks.

What insanity is this?

What is this?

Who did this?

He did this to himself.

I've heard more women wailing. Have you?

- Have you heard it? - Where have you been?

What?

We should bury 'im.

We should move out!

Sorry, Logan.

If we don't want to end up like him, we need to move now.

Stick together, stick to the path.

We can't leave him!

Believe me,

if you end up like him, we will leave you too.

Move out.

Guilt opens the door to fear.

Fear leads to distraction.

Distraction leads to death.

So, take your money

and forget me, whore.

This man's lost his unit in the forest.

When you say, "lost..."?

Charles.

Are you okay?

Charles!

Charles.

Charles!

- Charles, no! - Charles!

Stick to the path! Charles!

We must go after him!

Stay on the path.

Where's your humanity, man?

Back there with Logan! We stay on the path

and we get through this.

If any of you wanna run off, go ahead!

I'm getting out of here. Alone if I have to.

If Lady Luck is with us, he will find us again.

And if not?

Daddy?

You are a whore.

A whore. You are a whore.

Poison to your ears.

You are a whore.

Words like poison to your ears.

You are a whore.

Make it stop!

Sticks and stones will break your bones

but words,

words will be like poison for your soul.

God! Make it stop!

You're a whore. Nothing more.

You're a whore.

What are we doing?

Lily.

We should really have a chaperone.

Indubitably.

Does it make you feel uncomfortable that we don't?

Perhaps.

Well, I have no reason to wish you uncomfortable.

Yet you visit me three times in a row,

all without a chaperone.

Is there really any other way I should feel?

Or perhaps I'm wrong

and you like to make yourself feel uncomfortable.

Perhaps, you like being somewhere that you shouldn't.

I'd like you to be somewhere else that you shouldn't.

Eat me.

- Are you okay? - Fine.

Eat. Me.

Perhaps... you like being somewhere that you shouldn't.

Do you like being somewhere that you shouldn't?

You like being somewhere that you shouldn't.

How much further?

Oh, I don't know, a few hours yet.

- What the? - What is it?

The trail's gone.

What do you mean gone?

See for your bloody self!

He knew this was going to happen.

Is this a trap.

- Tell us what you know! - Edgar!

He has to tell us.

You can't hear the voices?

What are you talking about?

- I've... - What's he talking about?

I've been hearing voices.

- What voice? - I don't know.

You better talk.

You're too weak. Let us have another.

- Eat me. - Rupert?

Take him.

- Do you hear the voice? - Ignore it!

These two are mine.

We're losing the sun.

Come and find me.

Catch me.

Rupert! Rupert!

- Rupert! - Stop, man!

If you go after him, we're dead.

We stay here and we're dead.

We've got... Where the blast has he gone?

Over here...

Now if you catch me, I'm yours.

- Mine? - To have.

- To have? - To fuck.

Come on.

Find me...

I'm yours.

I'm here.

Find me. Catch me.

Found you!

You found me.

Will you play with me? It's been so long.

I've yearned for you.

I've searched your thoughts,

your memories.

They're so...

Hot.

I wanted you to come here, to find me.

I want to eat you.

I want you to eat you.

Is how easily I could suck your cock.

So good.

Eat you.

Let.

It's nothing but a paper cut.

Well, at least let me kiss it better.

Darling, if they knew we were in here.

Do you know what I like most about you

not wearing any trousers?

What?

Is how easily I could suck your cock.

Swallow. Swallow.

Swallow.

Yes.

So tasty.

Edgar!

Jesus, man.

How did you find it?

- What? - The path.

Did you find out which way he went?

I was following you.

Let's go.

- The other way! - What?

That way leads back to where we entered the forest.

We have to continue on.

He's our man.

Aye. It pains me not to help him.

Only God can help him now.

You are a coward.

You can call me many things.

Many things I am. But not a coward.

- You are... - You call me that one more time

and I'll cut your tongue out.

I thought not.

Follow me.

That's an order.

Daddy?

Almost home.

Aye. Close. But far.

Closer than a long while.

Aye.

Will you miss it?

War brings power but it only leaves pain.

Sooner I forget about it, the better.

You did your duty, you should go home proud...

I did what you told me to.

There's no shame in that.

Quick march!

Night has come...

Run! Run!

What the hell is going on?

All I know is we have to get out of here!

Lies!

He wants to lead you to the others.

He's a traitor.

A turncoat.

Lies!

He led you in here.

He's a traitor.

When we met him, all this happened.

I told you not to enter.

- No. - Lies.

I said, "You weren't welcome."

Go around. Go around.

Lower your gun, boy.

Lower yours.

By God, think how many battles have we fought together?

Exactly and now you run.

That way leads back to

where we entered the forest!

In here, you fled every sign of trouble!

Move out!

No. I...

- Yes. - Shut up, Charles!

That's not even my name.

That's my name.

What?

I never said it was.

- What? - Good name.

Your friend was called Charles.

Was.

And you let him die.

Rupert, you let die. Logan.

We can't leave him.

Believe me,

if you end up like this, we'll leave you too.

Move out.

If you can not take me at my word, then shoot me.

Who are you?

I am a shadow of a child

whose parents had fled

from the horrors of the wars of men...

Only to be slaughtered in the forest for sport.

I hid.

I saw.

Alone.

A nobody trying to survive.

A killer of unicorns.

A drinker of their blood.

A man cursed to walk in the shadows,

forever bound to the darkness of this forest.

Many call me a necromancer

and they should

for I feed on the souls

of men.

You wanted to come here but you are unwanted.

So your souls are mine.

Pl-please.

And with each one, my power returns.

Your friends...

Had such tortured souls.

Beautiful...

Please! Let us live.

Men make the strangest choices...

Thinking of death.

One thinks of death.

The other asks for life.

Fine...

Kill your friend.

Sacrifice him and I shall do as you ask and let you live.

I... I can't.

Then you shall die.

Both of you.

No!

Sacrifice him.

What is this place?

The Black Forest

full of creatures with no homes,

Wary of strangers.

Under my command.

Perhaps you'd like to meet the dark elves like your friends.

- No. - Or the dragon?

Or the trolls, or the...

It's been a while since we had visitors.

Kill him.

I can't.

Oh, but you can...

That's an order.

No....

Please, no...

No. Ah! Stop!

Let's put those tears back in his eyes.

And.

What have I done!

Saved yourself...

And lost your soul...

What have I done?

That's an order!

Rupert!

They're retreating! Attack!

Slaughter!

Go! Stick to the path!

Move out.

That way leads back to where we entered the forest.

Your soul is mine.

Its broken fragments are pitiful...

Tasteless.

My soul is my own.

Fear the darkness... for I am watching.

Are you going to get back to bed soon?

Yes.

You'll strangle her

in her sleep.

Or maybe you won't.

Fear the darkness.

Blow out the candle.

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