No!
Come and get your son.
But you can't return a child to me.
I don't have one.
[Ronja sobbing]
- [Undis] What have you done with her? - She's my sister.
You went behind my back.
You're a disgrace to the whole Borka line.
What do you want me to do?
I don't care what you do. You're not my child.
[Lovis] Mattis!
[Birk] I'm moving to the forest now. I can't live in Borka Keep any longer.
- [Ronja] Where will you go? - To the Borka Cave.
I'll come to the cave.
Mattis' silence is worse than all the shouting and yelling in the world.
- [Birk] Welcome. - [Ronja] Thank you.
[wheezing breathing]
[gray dwarf] We know where the human children are.
[ominous music playing]
[wile-wings screeching]
[music fades]
[bird chirping]
[faint screeching]
[wile-wings screeching]
[wile-wing] The small humans!
[wile-wings screeching]
[tense music playing]
[wile-wings screeching]
We will scratch!
Come!
[wile-wing] Claw, scratch, tear!
[loud screech]
[Ronja screams]
[screeches]
[Ronja and Birk panting]
[tense music continues]
- [wile-wings screeching in distance] - [Birk] Here.
- [wings flapping] - [screeching]
- [Ronja] Hurry! - [loud screeching]
[music intensifies]
[music stops]
[screeches echo]
[wile-wing snarling]
[screeching] No!
[panting]
[faint screeching echoes]
We didn't manage to run away for very long.
- [exhales] - We can't stay here.
I'm not going back to Mattis Fortress, that's for sure.
Where will we go then?
We could stay in Bear Cavern.
What's that?
A big cave. Not as big as this one, but you can live there.
Is it far?
Uh, quite far.
It's up on the mountain by the river, close to Gobble Falls.
It feels like you can see the whole world from there.
Then let's go there.
[heroic theme music playing]
BASED ON ASTRID LINDGREN'S BOOK
RONJA THE ROBBER'S DAUGHTER
[Birk] Bear Cavern, is it called that because there are bears there?
[Ronja] Only in the winter. It's their hibernation place.
[Birk] So they're not there now?
They shouldn't be.
Unless one of them has really overslept.
[chuckles]
How do you know about the place?
Mattis stayed there sometimes during the summer
when he was a boy.
But won't he come and look for you there then?
No.
Not there and not anywhere else.
[gentle music playing]
[Ronja sighs]
[birds chirping]
[music continues]
[rump-goblin] Why? Why? Why?
Why? Why? Why? Why? Oh. Oh. Why? Oh.
- [rump-goblin] Oh! Oh. Oh. Oh. - [Ronja chuckles]
- [Ronja and Birk laughing] - Oh. Oh...
What's this here?
[laughing]
[sniffs] Ugh!
- Why are they doing this? - [Ronja giggles]
- [rump-goblin groans] - [Birk] What do they actually eat?
They eat old people.
What?
In the olden days, old people were left on rocks in the forest.
And then the rump-goblins would come and eat them.
You're joking.
Yeah, I am.
I actually don't know what they eat.
I've never seen them eat.
Hmm.
Do you want to do something fun?
Yeah.
[dramatic music playing]
[rump-goblins] Throw it. Throw it.
Throw it!
- Come on. Here it comes. - Throw!
- Wa-hoo! - Oh!
Why are they doing this?
[all muttering happily]
Why did they miss?
- [laughing] - [rump-goblin] Why did they miss us?
- Why they doing this? - One more time! One more time!
- We'll go again. - [rump-goblins laughing, muttering]
[Ronja] Yes, just take aim...
- Here it comes. Here it comes! - Ooh!
[Ronja] ...and roll!
[rump-goblins chattering excitedly]
[rump-goblins laughing]
[Ronja] Hi.
Hi.
[insects chittering]
- [Birk] When are we there? - [Ronja] Soon.
Are your "soons" the same as your "quites"?
What?
You said that Bear Cave was "quite far away."
A whole day is not "quite far away."
It's far away.
- So when is soon? - Soon is soon.
Will we get there today?
Maybe not, if you're going to stand there whining.
So let's go.
[Ronja] Now we're almost there. But we need to climb the last part.
Be careful here.
[grunting]
I'll not exactly be doing somersaults here.
No. But still.
Here it is.
It's more beautiful than I expected.
I know.
And it all belongs to us.
[epic instrumental music playing]
It's ours.
Well, until the bears return.
[Ronja laughing]
[sighs]
Cover your ears, Birk.
Here comes my spring shout.
[yelling loudly]
[Ronja clears throat]
- Do you want some meat? - Sure.
Thank you.
We'll have to drink water from the spring from now on. And nothing else.
We won't get fat.
- But it won't kill us either. - Uh-uh.
[sighs] I'll sleep like I'm dead tonight.
Because it has been "quite" a long day.
Yeah.
[creature howling in distance]
[creature howling a bit closer]
[bird screeching]
[creature howling]
Ronja, will you sing?
Do you want me to sing?
Yes.
♪ Howling wolf in the nighttime wood ♪
♪ Lamenting with hunger he whines ♪
♪ But I shall give him a piggy tail ♪
♪ A morsel well fit for his kind ♪
[Mattis sobbing]
[Ronja singing] ♪ Oh wolf, oh wolf Keep away from here ♪
♪ Never shall you take my baby ♪
[thunder rumbling]
[dreamy music playing]
[Ronja, yelling] Mattis!
Mattis, I'm here!
Mattis!
- [echoing] Mattis! - [Ronja gasps]
[panting]
Buh!
[sniffs]
- Good morning. - Good morning.
[clears throat]
[Ronja] Fishing net, grinding stone...
- I see you know what we need out here. - We need food.
And to be able to defend ourselves.
We can make bows as well.
If you let me use the knife.
- Only if you're careful with it. - Of course.
The knife is very important.
Without a knife, you can't survive in the forest.
Do you know what else we can't survive without?
Yes. Each other.
[chuckles] That too.
But I was thinking of something to collect fresh water in.
You have your bottle.
It's way too small.
But you're in luck, Birk Borkason, because I know where to get a bucket.
- [Ronja] Lovis calls it the Health Spring. - Why?
I don't know.
Skully-Per says he needs it for his stomach.
But I suspect he just thinks it's funny
to send someone halfway across the forest to get some water.
Here it is.
Wait, wait, Birk.
This is a magical place.
You can't just approach the spring like that.
[cuckoo calling]
How should I approach it then?
There are ancient rites that you have to follow.
I can teach you, if you have to come here alone sometime.
First, get down on all fours and crawl towards the spring.
[Birk grunting]
Then you have to say your name backwards three times.
Birk...
K... Kr... Uh...
Krib, Krib, Krib.
And then, between each "Krib," you need to oink loudly like a pig.
Krib... [oinks] Krib... [oinks]
- Krib... [oinks] - Mm.
And then you have to lift up one leg, like a dog peeing.
- Are you sure about this? - Very sure.
They are very old rites.
Krib... [oinks]
[grunts]
Krib... [oinks]
[grunts]
Krib... [oinks]
[grunts]
[Ronja laughing]
- Now you. - [yelling] No! No!
[Ronja laughs, yelps]
No, Krib the Pig-Oinker. Stop!
[Birk] Just you wait.
[Ronja] I have to wait.
Otherwise, you'll never catch up with me, you're so slow.
[laughing]
- Whoo! [laughs] - [grunting]
[laughing]
- I'll trick you one day. - You can try.
- Do you know what else I will do? - What?
Let you say that name one more time, but only once.
You mean Krib the Pig -Oinker?
That's right.
Now you've said it.
We'll see about that.
[sighs]
Krib the Pig-Oinker.
[laughing]
- [Ronja yelps] - That's it!
[Ronja giggles]
[Birk] Just you wait.
When Lovis sends someone here, they won't find a bucket.
They can bring another.
They stole it anyway.
But we aren't robbers, and we never will be.
Then let's borrow it for as long as we need.
We can be borrowers.
- Aren't you going to fill it up? - We can fill it in the river later.
[triumphant flute music playing]
[Ronja] This will make a good bow.
[Birk] We have to make bowls too.
Five of them.
Thank you.
[Birk] Stop whittling and come eat.
[Ronja] It has to dry for a few days anyway.
Then I will make bow strings and some arrows.
And look after the knife.
Of course I will.
[Birk] I can help you later.
[grunts]
[gentle instrumental music playing]
[bird cawing]
[howling in distance]
[Lovis] ♪ Howling wolf In the nighttime wood ♪
♪ He longs for sleep but it won't come ♪
♪ His wolf belly aches for a bit of food ♪
♪ The chill of his den makes him numb ♪
♪ Oh wolf, oh wolf, keep away from here ♪
♪ Never shall you take my baby ♪
[instrumental melody continues]
[melody fades into birdsong]
How about that one?
Yeah. Let's use that.
These might make good arrows.
[Birk] Ah!
- What's happening? - [Birk groans]
What's happening? Are you okay?
Ah, I cut myself. [groans]
[Ronja] It's bleeding.
- Well, just let it bleed until it stops. - No, no, no. Not with that.
Ouch.
- [groans] - Wait here.
[grunting]
[cuckoo calling]
[Birk groans]
What's that?
Plantain.
It will help heal the wound and stop the bleeding.
I'm putting it on now.
[Birk gasps, groans]
There.
[groans] I'm going to apply some pressure.
[groans]
- [groans] - There.
[Birk exhales]
- Are you all right? - Yeah.
Lovis puts peat moss on wounds.
I'll pick some for us to have in store.
[Birk] One... Two...
[grunting] Yeah.
[Ronja] And now.
[groans]
[straining grunts]
[Ronja] Hold it, hold it, hold it. Hold it.
One, two, three.
Now, now.
Yeah.
[joyful flute music playing]
[Ronja gasping happily]
Ah! [laughs]
Come.
- Sure, sure. I'm coming. - Yes, come.
[laughing] It's not that cold, is it?
[music continues]
[horse neighing]
[neighing]
[Ronja] Ah!
[yelps happily]
[Ronja screams]
No!
[Ronja laughs]
[blowing]
[music continues]
[whistles blowing squeakily]
[both laughing]
[music fades]
Do you know what I think?
No, what?
That I'll remember this summer
for the rest of my entire life.
So will I.
- [Birk] We might as well keep going. - [Ronja chuckles]
If we said we're going to have five bowls, we will have five bowls.
Here.
- Do you have the knife? - No.
Then where is it?
I don't know.
- You had it last. - No, I didn't.
Yes, you did. Give it to me.
I don't have the knife. Can't you hear what I'm saying?
- So where did you put it? - Where did you put it? You had it last.
[Birk sighs]
[frustrated] Ah!
[Ronja] It's not out here.
Can't you do anything right?
I've already looked.
I told you we can't survive in the forest without a knife.
Then you should have looked after it properly.
I shouldn't have given it to you. That's what I should have done.
You're a scoundrel to blame others, do you know that?
Just like you, robber's daughter. You think you're better than everyone.
You never do anything wrong. And I have to live with you!
You won't have to!
You damn scoundrel!
You go live with your beloved knife if you can find it!
- I hope the wile-wings take you! - [Ronja grunts angrily]
[sobbing]
[panting]
[Birk sighs]
[melancholy music playing]
[melancholy flute music playing]
Ronja!
You fool.
[music fades into birdsong]
[horse neighing in distance]
- [horse squealing] - [loud roaring]
[Ronja screaming]
[Birk] Ronja!
[tense music playing]
[panting]
Ronja?
[horse snorting]
Easy now.
Easy.
What happened to you?
[Ronja] Birk!
[Ronja gasping]
Did you see the bear?
I chased it off, but it killed the foal.
[Ronja panting]
[sad music playing]
- [horse puffing air] - [Ronja] Hi. Hi. Ooh.
Yes. We'll help you.
Get the peat moss.
Hi there.
Don't worry. Don't worry. We'll take care of you.
- [softly] We'll take care... - Here.
Thank you.
Oh!
Hold this. Hold this.
Now what do we do?
We can't just leave her here.
So what do we do?
[Birk] We can't get her up to the cave.
So where can we keep her?
We could keep her here until the wound has healed.
Yeah.
Come here.
[grunting]
[chuckling]
Hi.
Here's for you to eat. Yeah.
Yeah. Mm.
[horse munching]
[Birk] Good. Good.
Ah.
- Birk? - Yeah.
Go get a bowl and a rope.
All right. Take this.
[milk squirting]
- Now we have a pet. - Mm.
- What should we call her? - [horse nickering]
Lia.
Lia?
Mm. That's what we'll call her.
Why?
Because it's pretty.
And that's what I want.
[milk squirting]
Has it got anything to do with Mattis?
His first horse was called that.
It's a good name.
[chuckles]
Lia.
The mare who wasn't supposed to die.
- And we have milk again. - Yes.
Thank you, Lia.
[Ronja, tenderly] Mm.
[kisses]
Goodbye.
[Ronja] It's a shame that the knife got lost, though.
[Birk] It's a good thing that it turned up again.
- Did you find it? - Yeah. It was under the firewood.
[Ronja] Huh.
- Do you know what I'm thinking? - No.
How easy it is to ruin everything, for no reason at all.
Then we have to watch out for no reason at all.
I think we can manage that.
I've always been good at watching out for things.
[both laugh]
- [wheezing breathing] - [grunting]
[joyful instrumental music playing]
[music fades]