All language subtitles for Legend of the Seeker S02E12

Richard Cypher,
you are the true Seeker.

Legend of the Seeker 2x12- Hunger
Original Air Date on February 20, 2010

Sync, corrected by elderman
- for www.addic7ed.com -

Good morning to you, sir.

What may I interest you
in today?

How about a rare map

of the Thelusian Plains? Hm?

Or perhaps an elixir

known to restore stoutness

to the aging gentleman?

I'm not buying.

I'm selling.
Hm.

These items are from my family's
personal collection.

Then I'm sure they have
sentimental value to you, sir,

but they are
of no interest to me.

Uh, forgive me.

I should have
introduced myself.

Thaddicus Zorander, son of
the great Carracticus Zorander

and brother of the only living
Wizard of the First Order

in all the Midlands,
Zeddicus Z'ul Zorander.

After you.

A wizard demonstrates
the full majesty of his powers,

and those dearest to him can't
even manage an "ooh" or an "ah?"

Thanks for moving
the tree, Zedd.

Please, wait!

Are you the Seeker?

Yes.
Thank the Spirits.

The constable in Dewith told me
you were headed this way.

It's all right. Catch your
breath. Come on, sit down.

What happened?

Two days ago,

men kidnapped my husband.

They took other people
from our village too.

Who were these men?

I don't know.

We were in the field,
bringing in the harvest.

They came with
swords and clubs

and grabbed as many
as they could

and rode off with them
in a wagon.

Maybe you haven't heard,
but the Seeker is on a quest.

Perhaps this constable
of yours can help you.

Cara.
The constable can't help us.

He's got his hands
full fighting the banelings.

Banelings?

There seem to more of them
in our valley every day.

Could banelings have abducted
these people for some reason?

Banelings don't kidnap
people, they kill them.

Yes, but they have to do it
every single day to stay alive.

Maybe they're
stocking up on victims.

If you take us to where
your husband was grabbed,

we can pick up the trail
of the wagon.

That will take days.

We'll get back to looking
for the Stone of Tears.

Right now, this
woman needs our help.

Worthless.

Rancid.

"Shadow Water."

Shadow Water.

Shadow Water.

Hm. No.

Well, the contents
are worthless,

but the bottle
has a certain appeal.

I can always use a
little cruet for my potions.

I can give you, say,
10 farthings.

If it was worthless,

you wouldn't offer me
even 10 farthings.

And my father wouldn't have
saved so much of it.

There's hardly two spoonfuls.
Do you think I'm a fool?

I had a feeling this
was the cream of the crop,

so I only brought a sample.

There's more?

My father saved 50 jars.

Where are they?

First tell me why
it's so valuable.

If I tell you, you might decide
you don't need me anymore.

How much will you pay?

One gold piece per jar.

Then you think you
can charge

your customers
considerably more.

All right.

Two gold pieces a jar.

I have a better idea.

We'll be partners.

Are those the men?

Yes.

But there's no
one in the wagon.

Where's my husband?

Stay here while we find out.

Stop right there!

What happened to the people
who were in this wagon?

Get rid of them.

Cara, the driver!

Kahlan!

I'm all right.

Tell me what you did
with the captives.

All right!

We handed them over
to another driver.

He's taking them to a farmhouse

on the old forest road
in Gurdoone.

But they'll be dead long
before anyone finds them.

Rahl!

Darken Rahl!

Cara.

How delightful.

I knew it was
only a matter of time

before your misguided loyalty
to the Seeker got you killed.

I want the deal.

I beg your pardon?

You heard me.

I'm willing to kill for you.

Make me a baneling.

So...

you want to be a baneling.

Send me back, and
I'll serve the Keeper.

And miss out on the pleasure

of tormenting you
for an eternity?

I'm only one soul.

Think of all the others
I could provide for you.

Yes, you always
had a nose for blood, Cara.

But perhaps you're forgetting
the fact that you betrayed me,

that you helped
the Seeker to kill me.

And now you want me to trust you

to uphold your
end of a bargain?

If I don't honor the agreement,

you can call me back here

to face the Keeper's wrath.

True.

But if I give
you a second life,

you will just go back
to helping Richard.

He and I aren't exactly
on friendly terms.

You know I kill people
to protect Richard.

Many.

What does it matter why I do it,

as long as I do it?

Yes, the Seeker
and his merry band

are some of the Keeper's
finest suppliers of souls.

But you delude yourself

into believing you're
killing to defeat evil.

My banelings have
to kill every day.

What happens when you
run out of bad people?

I don't think the Seeker
would appreciate

you killing the good ones.

That will be my problem.

It certainly will.

Do you understand the rules?

If I keep killing, I stay alive.

Only living people.
No banelings.

Their souls already belong
to the Keeper.

And you can't get ahead.

Ahead? I'm sure
it's occurred to you

that you could
kill six or seven

irredeemable miscreants

and stay healthy
for a week at a time.

But it doesn't
work that way.

Every time you kill,

the clock begins to tick again.

And don't think
because you're Mord-Sith

you will have
a special advantage.

As a baneling,

you will no longer
have the Breath of Life.

You won't be able
to kill someone,

only to revive them.

I understand.

Now send me back.

Patience

never was one of your
strong suits, Cara.

Do we have a deal

or not?

You couldn't at least
stay alive long enough

for me to come back
and kill you.

Why do you have to burn them?

If we destroy
their bodies,

they can't become banelings.

Cara, are you all right?

I'm fine. Why
wouldn't I be?

Your neck.

It's the driver's blood.

I had to kill him.

But not before he told me where
the kidnapped people were taken.

A farmhouse near Gurdoone.

Did he say why?

No.

Just that they
wouldn't survive long.

My banelings have
to kill every day.

What about him?

I confessed him.

He was only paid to
help round up the captives.

And they were loaded
into another wagon.

He didn't know where they
were going, or why.

Then he's of no use to us.

I'll kill him.

Cara, we're not going
to execute him.

The driver said we
wouldn't find the captives alive.

If that's true,

he helped kill them.

He deserves to die for that.

Go home. Find honest work.

And never take up arms again

unless it's to protect
an innocent life.

Yes, mistress.

Now let's find out
what's happening in Gurdoone.

Who's next?

I am. Please, hurry.

I don't have much time before
the Keeper calls me back.

You should have come
to me sooner.

It took all day
to get the money.

She's weak.

Get her a small one.

No.

No! Please!

No!

Please don't!

May the Creator forgive me.

No! Please don't!

Only living
people, Cara. No banelings.

Their souls
already belong to the Keeper.

Richard, behind you!

Quickly.

Let's get these
people out of here.

Thank you.

Come on.

What were all
you banelings doing here?

Buying people to kill.

She'll be a rotting corpse soon.

Take her away,
so these people

don't have to
see any more death.

Gavin!

Bless you, Seeker.

How long do you think
you can fool your friends?

I tried to hide it too.

But you can't stop
the skin from rotting.

Or ignore the hunger.

Quiet.
Or what?

You'll kill me?

Don't worry, your
secret's safe with me.

After all, you're one of us.

I'm nothing like you.

I took the Keeper's bargain

because there
was no one else

to care for my
sick daughter.

Why did you do it?

Everybody has a reason.

And when you have to kill,

it's good to remind yourself
why you're doing it.

Tell me.

I did it to stay alive
to protect the Seeker.

There might be a way you
don't have to keep killing.

What way?

Only ten gold pieces buys you
a soul-saving sip

of the remarkable remedy,
the complete cure,

the magical
malady-destroying mouthful

which will ever-after eradicate

the appalling affliction

which perennially plagues you,

you, you and you.

Get out of the way!

Give me one!

We're gonna be rich,
partner.

There's a rumor that a magic
peddler in South Caston

has been selling a cure
for a few days now.

It's not far.

I can take her.

We'll all go.

Richard, if this magic peddler

is who I think it is,
we've dealt with him before.

He's not to be trusted.

Maybe we shouldn't delay
the search for the Stone,

based on a rumor.

If this cure is real,

and we can get it
to the banelings,

they won't have
to kill anymore.

We don't know how long it will
to take to find the Stone,

but we would be saving a lot
of lives in the meantime.

Let's go.
It's too late for me.

I've only got
a few heartbeats left.

I'm glad it's over.

If you hadn't come along,

I never would
have stopped killing.

But an eternity
in the Underworld,

it's better
than living like this.

Please. Please, ju-
Just be patient.

Move.

You know what I want.

Yes. Of course, sir.

Right away. I'll-
I'll just be a moment.

We're running out
of Shadow Water.

What? No, we're not.

How did you-?

Simple. Added a
little plain water,

tripled our supply.
But-

We were getting
four doses a jar.

Now we're getting 12.

What if the cure
doesn't work watered down?

The banelings
won't be happy.

Of course it'll work.

It's still glowing, isn't it?

Get out there.

You know who
I was before I died?

No, sir.

Captain of a D'Haran squadron.

You don't make
a man like me wait.

Time's too precious
when you work for the Keeper.

We're terribly sorry, sir.

Here you are.

I'll tell my friends about this.

Why are we stopping?

We've been on the road less
than two hours.

Even the Seeker needs
his sleep.

You don't look well, Cara.

You could do with
some rest too.

I'm just hungry.

I'm going hunting.

Now?

We've got some apples.

I want meat.

Okay,
I'll come with you.

No.

Zedd's right.

You need some rest.

Besides, I'm a better hunter
on my own anyway.

Is somebody there?

I don't have anything
for you tonight.

Come back tomorrow, and I
might have a fresh supply.

I can't wait till tomorrow.

You deserve worse than this.

Every time you kill,

the clock begins to tick again.

I was about to
come looking for you.

It took me a while
to find some prey.

Well, even without sleep,

you look much
better this morning.

I just needed a good meal.

Hey. What are you doing?

Closing up. We've only got
a few drops of the cure left.

There's not enough
to keep watering it down.

Then we'll mix plain water
with something else.

Sorcerer's gypsum
will make it glow.

But it won't cure anybody.

Then we'll just tell 'em
it takes a few days to work.

And when they realize?

By the time anybody's the wiser,

we'll be long gone,
with a fortune in our pockets.

But it doesn't seem right.

We'd be cheating people.

Well, they're
not people really.

Banelings.

You swindled me!

You said I'd be cured, but after
half a day, the hunger was back.

And look at my face!

Sir, the dose we gave you
was watered down.

But we have a few drops
of the pure liquid left.

It will cure you permanently.

You can have it.
No charge.

I'll take my cure the old way.

By sending your soul
to the Keeper.

Let him go!

Hello, Sebastian.

Wizard!

When I heard a magic peddler

in South Caston was selling
a remedy for banelings,

I knew it had to be you.

And by the looks of them,

I see I was also right

that your so-called cure
is a sham.

No. No, I assure you,
the cure is quite real.

But it wasn't my idea.

I was helping
out a friend.

Hello, brother.

Lord Rahl.

I'm puzzled I didn't see
you sooner, Eagan.

Yesterday you failed
to deliver me a soul.

You broke the covenant.

And yet, somehow,

you managed to
remain among the living.

How, I wonder?

I-

I bought a cure.

A cure?

For being a baneling.
They called it Shadow Water.

But it didn't last.

The secret of the source of
Shadow Water died decades ago,

along with the Wizard
Carracticus Zorander.

It didn't work
anyway, my Lord.

Oh, it worked.

You're not the only baneling
who's stopped killing

for the Keeper
in the past few days.

But tell me.

How is it that you
come to be dead again?

The Seeker ran me through.

The Seeker? Where?

In the shop where they
were selling the cure.

Then the Seeker knows
of its existence.

Tell me, the Mord-Sith who's
with him, did she drink it?

I don't think
they have any left.

If not, then the Seeker will
be searching for the source.

And he travels with
the son of Carracticus.

They will find it.

Send me back again, My Lord,
and I'll stop them.

I'm afraid it's much
too late for you, Eagan.

Now give me one good reason
I shouldn't incinerate you too.

Who are you to question me?

You said you were
going to come back

after Darken Rahl was
defeated, but you didn't.

Maybe you haven't heard, but
the Keeper of the Underworld

is waging war on
the Land of the Living.

I know all about it.
And I was trying to do my part,

by curing banelings.

Where did you find
this cure anyway?

I was planting a new row
of squash in the back garden.

My spade struck the crate.

Father must have buried
it there a long time ago.

Father.

Was it Shadow Water?

You knew about it?

There was a rumor, when I was
training to be a Wizard,

that Father had found the source
and was experimenting with it.

Using it to bring
the dead back to life.

But that kind of dark magic
is taboo for a Wizard.

I was upset.

I went to him,
he said it was a lie

concocted by his enemies
to discredit him.

And I believed him.

Is there more?
Only a few drops.

I don't know if there's
even enough to cure anyone.

Can you make more?

It can't be conjured.

Only found.

If I remember correctly...

you have an apparatus

that makes magical maps.

I was making a map
a few months ago,

and suddenly it jammed.

It hasn't worked since.

It's not broken, it's spelled.

No doubt by a
dissatisfied customer.

Harlan. I warned him
that map would take him

through the Forest
of the Greel Mites.

He blamed me for the rash.

Spiteful old conjurer.

Good as new.

The source.

We should be able
to get there

in two days, maybe three.

Three days?

We got lucky.

It could have been
a lot farther.

I want to go with you.

So you can bottle
the water and sell it?

You're right, Zedd, I've been
selfish and short-sighted,

but this cure could make
a big difference.

You already have a quest.

You don't have time
to pass out Shadow Water

to banelings across
the Midlands. But I do.

Please, brother.

Give me a chance
to do something good

and maybe the world will
remember both sons

of the great
Carracticus Zorander.

Having an early
breakfast, I see.

What do you want?

I'm hungry.

We don't feed beggars.

Your mother must have neglected
to teach you manners.

Or maybe she didn't
have any herself.

I'm going to enjoy killing you.

Unfortunately for you...

I'm already dead.

She's a baneling!

Now throw his body on
that fire, or I kill you too.

How are you enjoying
working for me again?

I serve Richard.

What a hard-headed girl
you always were.

But your first obligation
is to me now.

And I believe you still
owe me a soul for today.

I know the rules.

Then why are you just
sitting here by the fire,

when your time
is nearly running out?

Don't tell me you've given up
on being a baneling already?

It's harder than you thought
it would be, isn't it?

You were lucky to find a nasty
D'Haran to kill last night,

but...

now, here you are,

leagues from the nearest town

with nobody to kill.

Except them.

Well, I knew this would happen.

But I am prepared
to offer you a way out.

Tell me where the
Shadow Water source is,

and you will never have
to kill again.

I don't have
to tell you anything.

That's not part

of our agreement.

Very well.

But you are going to
have to kill one of them.

You really should give old
Thaddicus a thought.

He hasn't amounted
to much in life.

He never was any good to anyone.

Thaddicus.

Help me get some firewood.

But it's not even light yet.

It will be soon.

And the others
will want breakfast.

We're going
to get some more wood.

That dried birch
will burn well.

He never was
any good to anyone.

Give me a chance
to do something good.

Maybe the world
will remember both sons

of the great
Carracticus Zorander.

What's wrong?

You- Help! Zedd, help!

Help!

I'm not going to hurt you.

What happened?
She's a baneling!

Cara.

When?

Three days ago.

I've already killed twice.

You died in the fight
with that driver.

Rahl offered you the deal.

I asked him
to make me a baneling.

Why?

I had to get back,

to tell you where the kidnappers
had taken the captives.

And I had to protect you.

You, Richard.

But I'm no use
to you like this.

I almost killed Thaddicus.

I was looking at the map.

There's a faster way
to the source,

a canyon pass.

We'll get you
the Shadow Water.

Even if it was only
a thousand paces,

I won't make it.

Please, go.

I don't want you
to see me like this.

Is there anything you can do?

Banelings are created
with dark magic.

I have no power to help you.

I'm sorry.

May the Creator
watch over you.

Thank you.

For what?

You could have killed me
to save yourself.

But you didn't.

Thaddicus!
No.

Thaddicus, why?

Give him the Breath of Life!

I lost that power
when I became a baneling.

If you drank from the source,
you'd get that power back. Zedd?

It stands to reason.

Cara and I will run.

You follow with Thaddicus
as fast as you can.

Welcome to your
eternal reward,

Thaddicus.

I'll take the deal.

Make me a baneling.

So that you can find
the Shadow Water,

cure yourself, and cheat me?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

You think I don't know you've
been traveling with the Seeker

searching for the source?

Tell me where
is it, Thaddicus.

I don't know.

Oh, but I think you do.

And I think you will tell me.

Come on. It should be on
the other side of this ridge.

Tell me where the source is
before I do my worst.

In a grove.

In the Valley of Echoes!

May the Creator forgive me!

Oh, I'm afraid the Creator

can't do you any
good here, Thaddicus.

There it is.

No!

I've got some.

I don't know how much longer
we can drag him.

He's growing colder.

If too much time passes,

the Breath of
Life won't work.

I'm here!

Thank the Spirits.

How?

You saved Cara's life,
so she returned the favor.

You should
have let me stay dead.

What are you talking about?

I told Darken Rahl the
location of the source.

I was too weak.

I couldn't stand the pain.

Few could withstand the torments
of the Underworld, Thaddicus.

But even fewer would sacrifice
their life for another.

Why did you?

I nearly killed you.

But you didn't.

And when I saw
you dying I realized

I'm just an old man.

I've never done anything
for anyone but myself.

But you're important.

You help people. You-
You protect the Seeker.

Your life is much
more valuable than mine.

Thaddicus,

your life is valuable
to me, brother.

I'm grateful

to both of you for
helping me save Thaddicus.

It wasn't just Thaddicus
we wanted to save.

Still.

You must think
I'm a monster.

For taking the deal.

If I was faced
with the same choice-

Eternity in the Underworld

or come back,
help Richard,

be with him.

I might have made
the same decision.

I guess this is
where we part company.

After we've found the Stone
of Tears, I'll come see you.

I promise.

Thank you.

I wonder what
he'll do now.

Step right up,
ladies and gentlemen.

and purchase a jar
of genuine soil

from the hallowed
and enchanted ground

that once bordered the renowned
source of Shadow Water.

This unrivaled and efficacious
loam has been known

to cure boils and warts,
snuff out colds,

and, yes, it will
even re-grow hair.

You, sir, for a
mere five shillings,

can reclaim the
flowing locks of your youth.

Allow me to demonstrate.

Oh.

Just give it a
couple of days.

You'll be astounded
by the results.