The Brothers Grimm

(lion roar)

(wolf howl)

(girl) Mama, it's so cold.

(woman) It's very, very cold, Will.

Put another log on the fire, lad.

- There isn't any more firewood, Mama.

- (girl coughs)

Don't worry, Ma.

Jake'll be back soon.

He'll have money for a doctor.

- Did you sell the cow?

- You'll never believe it.

- How much did you get?

- I met a stranger on the road.

(Will) Beans?

Magic beans.

- Oh, Jacob.

- Beans?!

He said that they'd make Lotte better

and we'd live happily ever after.

And you believed it? You believed it?!

You idiot! You idiot, Jake!

- She's gonna die because of you!

- Boys, think of your poor sister!

Arrtez!

Where do you come from, mein Herr?

Kassel, near Frankfurt.

Monsieur, we're looking

for food and lodging.

Passez.

Merci vous.

Au revoir. Monsieur.

A little something, sir?

Help an old soldier. Help an old soldier, sir.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you, sir.

God bless you, sir.

God bless you.

Ah!

Oh, God bless you.

- Groom your horses for half a franc.

- Do you know the mayor of this town?

Only groom for the best, sir.

Then give him this.

The Brothers Grimm?

Every second counts.

(man) The witch comes in the dead

of night, when the moon is well-hid.

She comes out of

the darkest, coldest blackness.

(man screeches and crowd gasps)

Her cry would freeze

the very blood in your veins.

You were right to send for us.

- How many here have seen her?

- Everyone who lives by the mill stream.

It was a hundred years ago. The miller's

wife was burned at the stake for witchcraft,

and they tossed her charred bones

into the river.

Her remains should have been

sealed in a mirror-lined box.

Well, for nights thereafter children saw her

walk the riverbank, beckoning them to her.

- Many did. The mill witch of Karlstadt.

- Yes. We know the legend.

- Then you believe us?

- I'd believe anything you choose to tell me.

Come to my mill.

Such ungodly horrors!

Such banshees screeching.

And if you dare set eyes upon...

Shut up!

Give him his medicine.

Brothers Grimm, we're at our wit's end.

What can you do for us?

It's difficult. Jake?

When you burn a witch,

her soul burns eternally,

so the exorcism of witches

requires a very special method.

- And expensive.

- Only an arrow of innocent tears,

that is child's tears, shot directly

through the heart can put out that fire.

(softly) That's the theory.

This is no ordinary witch.

(softly) But we've got no one else to turn to.

Can't you help us?

(clears throat)

How much?

- You're doing the right thing.

- I hope so.

Whatever happens,

stay behind that shield.

The armor was forged by Prince Richard

the Charming, who awoke Brier-Rose.

- Thank you.

- It reflects the powers of evil.

- Most of the time.

- Right.

- Surprise is critical.

- She mustn't detect us until we're...

(screeching)

...ready for her.

- (animals call)

- Hold that.

- Positions.

- Will?

- Ready.

Three, two, one.

Huh?

She's trying to bring the whole place down.

(screeching)

Run!

- Take a shot, Jake!

- (witch speaks)

(miller) She's here!

She's here! She's here!

- I can't see the heart, Will.

- (witch) Lucifer!

Get ahold of yourself, man.

(witch speaks)

The Brothers Grimm do not fear you.

(screeching)

Reload, Jake.

Don't look her in the eyes.

- Shoot, Jake.

- Something's wrong.

Hit her in the heart.

- It won't release!

- Don't look in her eyes.

- What?

- Not the eyes.

(witch laughs)

She's got control over it, Will.

- Fight her, Jacob.

- I can't, Will!

We're brothers, dammit.

Be a Grimm and fight.

We've killed worse than you!

Argh!

(screams)

Down! Down!

Down! Down! Down!

Stay back.

Back. She's trying to escape.

All souls take corporeal forms,

and when they fail they find places to hide.

Seal these in a mirror-lined box

and bury them far from any river,

and your witch will be gone for good.

You're a brave man.

Take the bag.

Bless you, brothers.

Bless you.

Whoa. We had

a legally binding agreement.

Oh, yes. Yes.

Of course.

Thank you. Thank you.

She... She is dead?

- Yeah, very.

- Course she is.

She's dead.

I must tell the whole town.

She's dead.

Our witch is dead!

(miller laughs)

That one was a bit of a nightmare.

Don't give me that look.

- I was a scholar once, Will.

- Yeah, now you're famous.

All the girls know your name.

What do you want? An apology?

(screeching)

Blithering idiot!

Your mother was a toothless cow!

Get me down.

Get me down!

Sorry, Hidlick. Slipped.

Fat Christ! What are you doing?

Trying to kill us?

Weren't we supposed to?

(laughs)

(coughs)

God-awful smoke!

You know, just once...

Just once, I'd like to sell it

on the strength of my performance.

Bunst.

Watch out for the...

snap boards.

We do all the flying, the burning, the

scaring, what do we have to show for it?

Talk to Will.

- One tenth. Just like God.

- Exactly, one tenth.

And for the rest, all you have to do

is ride into town and smile.

Yes, well, talk to Napoleon.

Organize your labor, start a guild.

There are two of us. Hm?

Two times ten. Hm?

- We want a twentieth.

- A twentieth?

Each.

Done.

Shrewd thespians.

Now, here's the plan.

Have a couple of days' rest

then meet us in Hamburg.

- Jake knows a legend of a bridge troll.

- Bridge troll. Yes! (grunts)

How comes he does the monsters,

I play the girlie ghosts?

Because you, my friend, have talent.

You've got range.

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