♪
MARTINI am that is my
sword shall wield for me.
♪
Cluny, you may believe you
have scored a victory by
stealing Martin from us, but you
do not understand this
tapestry’s magic.
Its power may surprise you.
Beware, Cluny.
Beware.
(Muttering indistinctly)
♪
(Swords clashing)
(Growling)
(Yelling)
(Sword slicing)
CLUNYMurder!
What is it, chief?
What’s happened?
Sh-sh-should we sound the
call to arms?
It’s too late for that, you
wretched vermin.
If there had been an assassin,
I’d be dead by now, wouldn't I?
Gee, chief, I-I-I guess you
would.
Dead, cold, and ready to go
in the ground.
Get out, now!
KILLCONEYYes, chief.
I’ll not live in fear of
some ghostly mouse.
I know how to silence his
spirit.
I’ll crush Redwall Abbey and
everyone in it!
(Grunting)
But I’ve got to get inside
Redwall.
That’s the only way to end this.
CHEESETHIEFAbsolutely.
I’d have been able to keep it
if Killconey hadn’t been in the
way.
Me?
It was your tail I fell over.
Cheesethief.
Much quicker that time,
wasn’t I, chief?
Shut up.
Shutting up, chief.
The next as*ault on Redwall
must come quickly.
But I can’t lead in this
condition.
Oh, ha, ha, so you want me to
take over.
An excellent choice, chief.
Silence!
I need my leg fixed.
I need a healer.
(Gulping)
Understood?
Uh-huh.
Understood.
(Thudding then gasping)
That vixen Sela knows the old
ways.
And her good-for-nothing son,
Chickenhound.
(Coughing)
Will do, chief.
I’ll have them both back here
before--
Get out!
♪
Prepare if you can, Redwall.
Cluny is coming and no mouse
alive or otherwise is going to
stop him.
What’s this?
Matthias, there you are.
It’s been a long time since you
ate.
I thought you might be hungry.
Thanks, Cornflower.
I’m starving.
METHUSELAHMatthias,
Cornflower.
Look at this.
MATTHIAS"I am that is."
The same words were on the
tapestry.
Yes, most curious that
someone wrote them out again.
Almost as if they expected the
tapestry to be stolen.
"I am that is."
Mat, hat, sit, this...
What are you doing?
Oh, ha, sorry.
It’s just a game my father
taught me.
See how many words you can
make out of a sentence.
You just juggle the letters
around.
See?
Hit, sat, mat, matthi--
Ahh, "Matthias."
What?
"Matthias."
Unmix the letters and the
message reads "I, Matthias."
That’s impossible.
This was written long before I
was born.
Look, there’s more.
MATTHIASWhat kind of words
are these?
METHUSELAHIt’s written in
the old hand.
What does it say?
Read it to me.
Ha, ha, patience, young one.
"The Warrior sleeps ’twixt hall
and Cavern Hole.
I am that is, take on my mighty
role."
Wh-what does it mean?
It would seem it is a message
from Martin to you, young
Matthias"Take on my mighty
role."
That can’t be right.
I’m no warrior.
"The Warrior sleeps ’twixt
hall and Cavern Hole."
Hmm.
Martin’s tomb was never found,
was it, Methuselah?
Sadly, no, though many tried
to uncover it.
"’Twixt hall and Cavern
Hole."
Wait a minute!
Brothers, come with me.
♪
(Sela chanting)
Enough!
Give me the herbs.
The herbs without the magic
may not have the desired effect,
O great one.
If you and your idiot son
want to leave here alive, give
me the herbs now!
As you wish, my master.
Chickenhound.
Where are the plans?
Right here, chief.
Just like you ordered.
This is how we get inside.
CHEESETHIEFA battering
ram.
Work on the ram is to start
immediately.
Construction is to be completed
by sunup.
Redwall will be in our hands by
midday tomorrow, or breakfast
may be the last meal you ever
eat.
Am I making myself clear?
CHEESETHIEFRight, chief,
absolutely.
KILLCONEYYes, sir.
Now, if you’re all done with
your business, I’d like to get
to work on that leg.
Well, what are you waiting
for?
(Rats gasping)
RATSRight, chief!
With any luck they’ll all be
k*lled in the att*ck.
It must be very difficult for
you, O great one.
Here, drink this down while I
apply your poultice.
It will help you sleep.
Does this help with
nightmares?
Most assuredly, Your
Honour.
Your sleep will be long and
restful.
♪
(Both laughing)
(Yawning)
A good sleep would help.
And a good sleep you shall
have.
How does that feel, Your Honour?
Your Highness?
(Snoring)
Who’s the idiot now?
(Both laughing)
Who, indeed.
(Echoing below)
Hear that?
(Echoing below)
It’s hollow.
And we are definitely "’twixt
hall and Cavern Hole."
Look at these letters.
See how "Redwall" is written so
it can be read going up or
down?
So?
This middle stair, see, the
letter there?
The W is an M when seen upside
down.
M for Martin.
And for Matthias.
Let’s see if we can move it.
(All grunting)
It’s hopeless.
Here, moles, gettin’ out
of light.
Well, well, Mr. Foremole.
Letting him dog a bone there.
What did he say?
Ha, ha, "get out of the way."
Ah.
We’re having a bit of trouble
with this stair, Mr. Foremole.
Don’t suppose you could help us
move it?
(Sniffing)
Uh-huh.
’Bout the same as me grandmom
do find when she rootin’ 'round
olden-time fortifications.
His grandmother found steps
like these in the old ruins.
Yup, yup, don’t need
diggin’ or breakin'.
Just turn them after dustin’.
Ah, that will be.
All and be pullin’, boys.
Here she come, if-in’ you
please.
Bowl them over, slide and
grease.
T’ain't that an interesting
turn, then?
♪
Look, she’s selling you out,
chief.
She’s got the plans.
They’re fake.
You’re not building a
battering ram?
No, but they’ll think we are.
And while they spend their time
shoring up the front gate we’ll
proceed with the real att*ck.
And by dawn, Redwall will be
mine.
(Laughing)
♪
I wonder how many summers
it’s been since any mouse walked
these halls.
Untold generations, I’m sure.
Have you noticed we still
seem to be going down?
Down indeed.
This is the farthest underground
I’ve ever been,
MATTHIASThis must be it.
Martin’s tomb.
It may well be.
But how do we get inside?
Look up there.
More old writing.
Can you read it, Methuselah?
METHUSELAH"The same as the
steps betwixt the hall, remember
and look to the centre of all."
"Look to the centre of all."
(Gasping)
Uh, maybe we should all go in
together.
And you think this is fake?
It’s too easy, especially
coming from Sela and
Chickenhound.
It sounds as though they went
to great personal risk.
Do you want to place the fate
of Redwall Abbey in that pair’s
hands?
This plan is meant to distract
us, abbot, nothing more.
So, what do you suggest we
do?
Turn the tables, use it to
our own advantage.
By mounting a counterattack now
when they least expect it.
I’m sorry, Constance.
To mount an unprovoked att*ck?
I’m afraid I could never
sanction that.
We’ll have to think of something
else.
♪
(Rats muttering)
Silence!
While the defenders inside
Redwall prepare for an att*ck at
their front door, we will enter
Redwall by a different route.
RATSOoh!
For the entranceway to
Redwall lies not above the
ground, but below it.
RATSHuh?
The way into Redwall is
through a tunnel, a tunnel you
will dig tonight.
(Rats murmuring)
Why aren’t you digging?
RATSYes, sir!
♪
We’re coming, Redwall.
We’re coming.
MATTHIASMartin’s tomb.
You look a lot like him,
Matthias.
He does bear an uncanny
resemblance.
(Door closing)
The door!
We’re locked in.
Matthias, Martin’s shield.
And look there, his belt.
Can you see the sword?
Alas, no.
Try it on.
No, I can’t.
I couldn’t.
Do you really think I should?
It’s a perfect fit.
A perfect fit indeed.
Now the shield.
There can be no doubt, young
Matthias.
Methuselah, there must be
some mistake.
I am a mere mouse.
There’s no mistake, Matthias.
You are the next great defender
of Redwall.
Not if we don’t find a way
out of here.
(Gasping)
Ah, there you are.
(Mice sighing)
Mr. Foremole told me I’d find
you lot down here.
I say, beastly dank old place,
eh, what?
We have to act now.
It may be the last chance we
have.
But it is not our way.
Let us concentrate on
fortifying the front gate.
You are making a mistake.
Sela and Chickenhound will do
anything for money.
Oh, no, I left them alone in the
Great Hall.
I’ll look after them.
The rest of you, finish this.
Come to some agreement.
Father Abbot, Constance is
right.
I agreed we can’t att*ck, but we
can take other steps to defend
ourselves, can’t we?
Well...
If the plans are a ruse,
shouldn’t we be trying to find
out how Cluny is going to get
into Redwall?
This would satisfy you?
Anything, so long as we don’t
just stand here.
We better spread out and
start looking.
But what are we looking for,
old bean?
I don’t know.
But I’m sure we'll know when we
see it.
♪
(Sniffing)
Strange, I’m feel like
something been digging.
Good news, chief.
We’re under the abbey courtyard.
About time.
Down the hole, all of you.
Any last orders, chief?
Just onewin or die.
(Gulping)
(Gasping)
You there, what are you
doing?
Stop.
Stop!
Help!
(Grunting)
(Groaning)
Is he dead?
Who cares?
Let’s get out of here.
♪
(Gasping)
Hey, sound the alarm!
They’re trying to open the gate.
(Both gasping)
(Grunting)
Back into the Hole.
After them.
Don’t let them escape.
Matthias, leave them to the
others.
Why?
Matthias, there’s bad news.
W-what’s happened?
It’s old Methuselah.
Is he...?
No, he’s alive.
But he’s badly hurt.
Matthias, I’ve words to
speak with you.
It was Chickenhound, wasn’t
it?
Him and Sela.
Probably.
But that doesn’t matter right
now.
Yes, it does.
I know you’re hurting,
Matthias, but you can’t let
your pain blind you.
Cornflower’s right.
But what am I supposed to do?
Ask yourself the important
questionwho’s really behind
this?
Cluny?
Yes, where is Cluny?
Master Matthias, them words
is what I’ve been tryin' to
speakin’.
I think I know where him is.
What?
Feel ’em?
Someone down below be diggin’.
(Gasping)
♪
Father Abbott, could please
get everyone together, quickly.
Of course, my son.
What are we having for
breakfast?
Matthias, this really isn’t
the time to be thinking of
food.
Cornflower.
All right.
Um, porridge.
Hot porridge?
All clear.
(Grinding nearby)
It’s a trap!
(Rats screaming)
What are you doing?
Get back in there or I’ll flay
your hides!
(Sniffing)
Porridge?
They’ve defeated me with
porridge?
Heads will roll for this!
Cheesethief!
Cheesethief!
Well done, everyone.
And with porridge yet.
Hmm, well done.
♪
How is Methuselah?
Only time will tell.
And what about this traitor?
Oh, dear.
Yes, I suppose there must be
some form of punishment, mustn’t
there?
Bury her up to her neck in
red ants, then hang the wretch
from the tower before you draw
and quarter her?
Or we could let her go.
Are you crazy?
Not really, but Cluny is.
I’m sure he will know how to
deal with her.
Eh, now wait a minute!
There’s no need for that.
I’m sure we can come to a better
arrangement.
I-I-I can be of great service.
I’m a healer, after all.
I’m a healer!
(Grunting)
(Gasping)
If I were you, I’d run.
(Gasping)
(Swords unsheathing)
Matthias!
♪
(Laughing)
They’ll never find me now.
(Laughing)
I made it.
(Hissing nearby)
Hello?
I-is somebody there?
Asmodeus.
Asmodeus.
Come with me, young foxy.
I will show you eternity.
(Chickenhound screaming)
(Bones cracking)
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