Queen Ravenna:
My brother tells me you are a widower. A drunkard. And one of few who has ventured into the Dark Forest.
The Huntsman:
Aye.
Queen Ravenna:
One of my prisoners has escaped there.
The Huntsman:
Then he's dead.
Queen Ravenna:
She.
The Huntsman:
She is certainly dead.
Queen Ravenna:
Find her. Bring her to me.
The Huntsman:
No, I've been to that forest. I'm not going back.
Queen Ravenna:
You will be rewarded handsomely.
The Huntsman:
What good is gold to me if I'm lying dead with the crows picking at my eyes? Why is she of such value?
Queen Ravenna:
That is none of your concern.
The Huntsman:
I'll determine what concerns me, thank you.
Queen Ravenna:
[yelling]
You will do this for me, huntsman!
The Huntsman:
And if I refuse?
[guards point spears at him]
The Huntsman:
Do me the favor, I beg of you.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:09