I don't own any rights. C. S. Lewis does.

(They continue turning the wheel. Up top, Edmund keeps
shaking his torch, trying to get it to work. Inside,
Trumpkin and the mice turn the wheel to lower the draw-
bridge. Outside, Glenstorm and the army grow restless.
Finally, the torch turns on, and Edmund flashes it.
Glenstorm shouts and the Narnians charge into the castle.
Asterius uses his horns to smash through the first gate.
The Narnians charge past Peter, the Bear, and Caspian. They
draw their weapons, and run to join the battle. )

Peter: For Narnia!!

(The Narnians charge through the courtyard, and start
fighting. Up top, a Telmarine with a crossbow aims at
Peter. Edmund slides down and knocks the soldier over.
Peter looks up.)

Peter: Ed!

(Edmund looks to his left and sees the other Telmarines with
crossbows. He dives into a room and kicks the door shut
just in time. Peter and Tyrus start fighting their way up
to Miraz' balcony. Tyrus jumps and raises his weapon.
Glozelle shoots him in the shoulder. Miraz slowly walks
over to Tyrus... and then pushes him. Peter watches as the
satyr tumbles down and hits the ground hard. )

Miraz (to Glozelle): Get that gate closed!

(The gate starts closing. Asterius runs over and holds the
gate open. Peter watches. )

Peter: Fall back! Retreat!

(Peter runs around telling all the Narnians to retreat.
Glenstorm swings the Bear onto his back on the way out. )

Bear(to Peter): Hurrah! We are losing!

(Peter barely makes it out before Asterius collapses and the
gate shuts. Many Narnians are still trapped inside. Peter
and Reepicheep are the last to exit. Peter looks back in
horror. Glentorm nods to one of his sons. The draw-bridge
starts going up. Holding back tears, Peter looks back at
the Narnians and hesitates. Then he rides away.

On the griffin, Edmund flies over the castle and surveys
the carnage. )

(Lucy looks at her cordial as she waits in the Stone Table
room. She hears something, and rushes outside. The army,
led by Peter and Caspian, return.)

Lucy: What happened?
Peter: Ask him.
Bear: I am sorry. I just wanted to move the plot along.(looks guilty)

Lucy(wispering):Bad Bear.

Bear:Hey, where is Susan? I am tired of being her.

Lucy(wispering): I am afraid you will have to be her fo a bit longer. She left to find Aslan so she can party like in the book.
Caspian: Me? You could have called it off. There was still
time.

Peter: No there wasn't thanks to you. If you'd kept to the
plan, those soldiers might be alive right now.

Bear: Now, now he was just following the script.
Caspian: And, if you'd just stayed here like I suggested,
they definitely would be!

Bear: Yep. We would starve.
Peter: You called us, remember?
Caspian: My first mistake.
Peter: No. Your first mistake was thinking you could lead
these people.

Caspian: Hey!! I am not the one who abandoned Narnia.

Bear: Wait, no one abandoned Narnia. They can't control over when they leave.
Peter: You invaded Narnia. You have no more right to it
than Miraz does! You, him, your father... Narnia's better off

without the lot of you!

(Caspian shouts, and they both draw their swords.)

Edmund: Stop it!

(Glenstorm sets down an injured Trumpkin. Lucy runs over and
gives him a drop from her cordial. He opens his eyes. )

Trumpkin: What are you all standing around for? The
Telmarines will be here soon enough.

(Lucy smiles at Trumpkin. )

Trumpkin (to Lucy): Thank you, my dear little friend.

Bear: Hey, in this script it says Lucy made DLF up. But in the book everyone knows Edmund made it up. What is up with that?

(Caspian looks at the carvings of the Pevensies at Aslan's
How. Nikabrik walks up.)

Nikabrik: Are you so glad of that magic horn now, boy? The
kings and queens have failed us. Your army is half dead.
And those that aren't will be soon enough.

Caspian: Who's there?
Werewolf: I am hunger, I am thirst. I can fast a hundred
years and not die. I can lie a hundred nights on the ice
and not freeze. I can drink a river of blood and not burst.
Show...me...your enemies!

(The werewolf throws off his hood. The hag approaches. )

Caspian: And you can guarantee Miraz' death?
Hag: And more.

(Caspian puts away his sword, and then looks back at
Nikabrik. The dwarf nods. )

Hag: Let the circle be drawn.

(The hag begins saying strange words. The werewolf draws a
circle on the ground around Caspian. The hag pulls out the
White Witch's wand, and sticks it into the ground. Ice
grows up, covering the image of Aslan. Within the ice wall,
the White Witch appears.)

Caspian: Wait... this isn't what I wanted!

White Witch: One drop of Adam‟s blood and you free me. Then
I am yours, my king.
Caspian: No!

(The werewolf grabs Caspian's hand, and the hag cuts it. The
White Witch sticks her hand out of the ice. She smiles.
Caspian looks at the Witch... and then seems to stop
resisting.)

Peter (OS): Stop!

Bear: But is that really Peter's voice?

(Peter, Edmund, and Trumpkin run into the room and draw
their swords. The werewolf crawls over the Stone Table and
attacks. Nikabrik and Trumpkin swordfight. The hag knocks
Peter's sword out of his hand. Edmund swings at the
werewolf. The werewolf howls. Nikabrik stands over
Trumpkin, but Lucy comes up and puts her dagger to
Nikabrik's throat. Nikabrik twists Lucy's arm around and
throws her to the floor. Peter kicks the hag into a pillar
and she falls. Edmund runs away, turns back, and hits the
werewolf. Nikabrik looks at Lucy and hesitates, and then
Trumpkin stabs him in the back. The Witch keeps reaching
towards Caspian.)

White Witch: Come on...

(Peter pushes Caspian away and points his sword at the
Witch. )

Peter: Get away from him!

White Witch:I am bored...Do I really have to follow the script?

Edmund: Yes.

White Witch:Oh, alright......(The White Witch falls back a little.)

White Witch: Peter dear... I have missed you. Come, just one
drop.

(The Witch reaches towards Peter. )

White Witch: You know you can't do this alone.

(Peter hesitates, and then lowers his sword a little. Then
the Witch groans, and the ice wall shatters. Edmund stands
behind with his sword still drawn. )

Edmund: I know. You had it sorted.

Bear: Actually, he didn't have it sorted. I don't know why anyone bothers to follow the script.

(Edmund walks away. Peter and Caspian look at the carving of
Aslan. Then they look back and see the Bear.)

(Caspian sits outside Aslan's How. Doctor Cornelius joins
him. )

Casian: Why did you never tell me about my father?
Doctor Cornelius: Two plus two is 4. My mother was a black dwarf from the
northern mountains.

Bear: Yeah, that totally makes sense. No, it doesn't. What does that have to do with anything?

Doctor Cornelius:I risked my life all these years so
that one day you might be a better king than those before
you.
Caspian: Then I have failed you.
Doctor Cornelius: Everything I told you, everything I
didn't... It was only because I believe in you. You have a
chance to become the most noble contradiction in history:
The Telmarine who saved Narnia.

(Peter sits in front of the cracked Stone Table and looks at
the carving of Aslan. Lucy walks up and sits beside him. )

Peter: You're lucky, you know.
Lucy: What do you mean?
Peter: To have seen him. I wish he'd just give me some kind
of proof.
Lucy: Maybe we're the ones who need to prove ourselves to
him.

(Edmund runs up.)

Edmund: Pete, you'd better come quickly.

(They go outside, and see the Telmarine army approaching.
Miraz, in full armor, rides to the front. )

(In the Stone Table room, the Narnians make plans.)

Trumpkin: Cakes and kettledrums! That's your next big plan?
Sending a little girl alone into the darkest parts of the
forest alone?
Peter: It's our only chance.
Bear: So, apparantly, I am going with her.
Trumpkin: Haven't enough of us died already?

Bear: No.
Trufflehunter: Nikabrik was my friend too, but he lost
hope. Queen Lucy hasn't. And neither have I.
Reepicheep: For Aslan.
Bulgy (The bear now sucking his thumb)Bear: For Aslan!

(Peter looks at the Bulgy Bear.)

Trumpkin (to Lucy): I'm going with you.
Lucy: No, we need you here.
Peter: We have to hold them off until Lucy and Susan get back.
Caspian: If I may...

(Caspian steps forward. )

Caspian: Miraz may be a tyrant and a murderer. But as king,
he is subject to the traditions and expectations of his
people. There is one in particular that may buy us some
time.

(Edmund, Glenstorm, and Wimbleweather, walk across the
battlefield carrying green branches. Miraz watches through
a telescope.)

Susan: Cool, a telescope.

MIraz(wispering):Susan, you are not suppose to be in our camp.

Susan: You have good food.

Glozelle: Perhaps they intend to surrender.
Miraz: No. They are much too noble for that.