[venting to Fiver about the Owsla] "You know the rules." I'm sick of the rules. I wonder where there's a place for us in this warren at all. There's too many rabbits and too little good food as it is without the Owsla stealing from us.
[Hazel stops when he sees Fiver staring at the horizon.]
This is where it comes from. The thing in my dream. Look. The field... all filled with blood.
It's only the light of sunset, Fiver.
Brother, I know everyone thinks I'm strange, even you sometimes, but you have to believe me. Something will come to this place, something foul and fierce. We need to warn everyone.
We're outsiders, Fiver. People don't listen to us.
Well, we must make them listen.
And how do you propose we do that?
[Cut to Hazel and Fiver talking to Bigwig]
Go away. He's busy.
We only need a few moments with Threarah, Bigwig, and we wouldn't ask if it weren't important.
[short pause] Alright, go on. But if I get my head bitten off, I'll come looking for you.
[Hazel and Fiver go into the burrow and talk to Threarah, who's eating]
So you were saying, your brother senses things.
Ahh... yes. Sometimes. Images in his head and... ah, I don't know how to say it, but he was right before; and he knew the flood was coming last autumn.
Ah, I see. And what has he sensed this time?
I don't know what it is. But it's bad. It's so bad, you have to get everyone to leave. Tonight, Threarah, please.
[unconcerned] My goodness. Everyone? Tonight? Ha! The entire warren, and you want me to tell them that we all have to go? Well... I'll give that some very serious thought.
[desperately] You're not listening! There is no time! I can feel the danger like a wire around my neck! Threarah, you have to act now! NOW!
[Fiver's big "NOW" echoes outside, where Bigwig and a few other rabbits hear. Threarah, still not believing Fiver, loses his patience.]
Bigwig! Hazel, I think your brother needs to rest for a while. Why don't you take him out for some fresh air?
No! But--!
Shh. Yes, Threarah.
[They both leave, while Bigwig enters the burrow]
[to Bigwig; angrily] I told you I wanted to be left alone, you fool! And you let a bunch of outskirters wander in here!
Hazel... Hazel, that was our answer. We have to go.
Are you really sure, Fiver?
I'm telling you now as your brother, as your friend, this warren will soon be laid waste. We can leave now, or we can be destroyed with it.
[sighs] Alright, we need to spread the word to as many rabbits as possible. But be careful. If the Owsla get wind of this, there will be trouble.
