All language subtitles for Into The Labyrinth s02e02 Treason

Belor, you have lost.

The circle is complete.

No, Belor, no!

The nidus, source of all my powers, has
split into five parts.

Belor will be seeking the pieces too. We
must find them before she does.

You will see them only in reflection.

That is your task.

You, Helen, will be entrusted with them.

Each piece will form a chain about your
neck.

Find the five pieces of the nidus.

Look

at

this! No time for that, Helen.

We've got the five pieces of nidus to
find.

Rothko must be around here somewhere, in
some form or other. Yes, I know. I just

wonder what time we'd arrived in.

Am I having proper clothes?

Tudor or Jacobean. It's difficult to
tell.

Phil, what's this?

All good men and true, I think, ye
foreign king

is dead.

I can't get that.

The favourites who serve him.

Rally to the true religion.

The last bit's torn off.

Does it make sense to you?

No, but it means we're in England.

I wonder which true religion it is.

And which king is dead.

Come on.

And now we have to make a decision which
way to go.

Oh, what was that?

It's back.

Where is it?

Gone now.

It was horrible. It grabbed at my hair.
We can't worry about that.

Look, I think we're going to have to
split up. What happens if we get lost?

Just be careful. Don't go too far and
retrace your steps.

Five minutes, then.

All right.

Your infant warrior is separated now.

I pray you heed my words. These tunnels
are unsafe.

But you are here. What have I to fear?

That I cannot protect you from falling,
Ruth.

These vaults have stood as long as there
has been an English throne.

I do not fear for collapse.

Not in the sense you mean.

Your Majesty, it is not too late for you
to retire from your promise. Commander,

you have your orders.

Sir.

That is well.

Away from this place.

Be not within earshot.

I have made my...

Promise?

I shall remain within hearing only if
you shout, and then I shall come.

And with my men.

Oui, oui.

Your Majesty, it is I, Fox.

You may approach, Fox.

As you see, I have agreed to your
requests.

Extraordinary though they were.

Not without good cause, sire.

Aye. In spite of all the advice of my
minister, in spite of all my own self

-counsel, in spite of all that speaks
plain sense, I've come to these vile

dungeons to meet you.

Your explanation had better be swift
and... plausible withal.

Sire, you are my sovereign.

For you I would gladly fight and
willingly die. There is no cause more

What's your business?

Before you, sire, I am as naught.

I style myself gentleman and adventurer,
Guido Fawkes.

A warning and an offer made with the
humble respect of a loyal subject.

Rothko! You seek to do business with a
king?

I come with priceless information, sire,
modestly offered. I beg you, listen.

Nay, I insist.

Insist?

A sovereign may not be ordered.

My apologies, sire. It was in my
eagerness to warn you and in the same

offer you a scheme whereby to improve
your popularity with the populace.

You speak as if I were not popular
already.

Well... Impedance!

I have agreed to meet you, that is all.

And I am honoured beyond my station,
sire.

Presumably there is a price I am
expected to pay. Not a price, your

merely ask that the reward be my own
life now at risk since I come to warn of

plot against you. Ach, a plot. There are
always plots. Some more deadly than

others. But who would plot against me?
Do I not rule with mercy, with favor to

all? Of course, your majesty.

Would that your subjects showed more
gratitude. That is why your life must be

preserved. I come to warn of a deadly
plot against you.

One which seeks to destroy your family,
your chosen advisors, all you trust and

love, as well as your royal personage.
Name the ringleader, or I'll have your

neck. Catesby, Robert Catesby. Ah,
Catesby.

There are others, sire, amongst them
myself.

Your honesty is a virtue, for, and for
it you shall die.

If that be your wish, I am at your
mercy.

And yet, sire, if I save your life, I
ask only that mine be spared.

No compacts.

A king does not bargain with a serf.

You suppose there were a plot?

Your Majesty, you hesitate.

Yet think what I offer you.

A king whose very benevolence is
threatened by conspirators. In the nick

time, the plot is discovered.

The bells ring. The crowds throng the
streets.

The king is saved.

Long live the king.

Tell me what you know, Fox.

You will be treated justly. On the
morrow, sire.

The fifth day of November.

As you'll sit at the opening of
Parliament, a mighty explosion will

the palace of Westminster.

Speak more, man.

The gunpowder is placed, and tonight
Catesby brings the final keg. With dry

powder, fresh fuses, that keg cannot
fail to set off the rest.

More than a tonne of powder lies
concealed within these very vaults.

The plan is complete.

I will have the vaults searched.

Nay, sire, wait a while.

Wait for Catesby.

Let your guards take him on the morrow
in the very act of this felonious deed.

Good man, Fox.

Good man indeed.

You have your compact and you will be
given what you deserve.

Catesby will hang and you will go down
in history. I am your

servant, sire.

Is this why you come to the cellar? To
conspire with conspirators? Aye, but no,

there's more than one conspiracy.

I do not trust that man, Guy Fawkes. But
it is he that will assure us this

throne. The throne is yours already.

And with me behind you, you could be the
most powerful king who ever lived. Aye,

but we still need the hearts of the
people.

And we shall win them. Such will be the
horror of this infamous plot of

gunpowder. I say it still, you cannot
trust Fawkes. But I have given my word.

He will be treated justly.

We can't get out this way either.

What are we going to do?

We'll have to retrace our steps like
Phil said.

But we've done that. That's how we got
here.

Then we'll have to do it again, won't
we?

Roscoe! It is Roscoe, isn't it? Guy
Fawkes to you, boy.

Roscoe, it's me, Phil.

I know, I've been expecting you.

Did you say Guy Fawkes? The very one.

Do you know what happened to Guy Fawkes?
He was hung, drawn and quartered.

Not this Fawkes boy.

I have a royal assent.

But, Roscoe, I'm talking about history.

You can't change that, can you?

You speak in middles. I'm here for the
same reason as you, boy, to find the

Nidus to defeat Belor.

I also happen to be...

One of Guido Fawkes.

Well, you've chosen a pretty dangerous
one to be.

Ah, it is the danger that fascinates.
But then I always cover my tracks just

these kegs are covered by faggots.

And I have made a pact with King James.

Assassination is an evil thing.

It only replaces bad with bad.

Or worse.

King James wasn't a very good king.

That's how it looks in the history
books.

In this particular case...

The alternatives are a bad king or
anarchy, persecution and bloodshed, all

things upon which Belor thrives. But
enough of this.

Nidus is here somewhere.

In this vault, beneath the very seat of
Parliament.

Then let's find him and get out of here.

Patience, youth.

We have all this to search and one more
kick to come. Robert Catesby brings it

on the hour.

Do you have anything that reflects?

Better than nothing.

Do we have to search all of these? If we
want to find the Nidus.

Let's get started.

Take me.

Your Majesty.

I am majestic. You do well to believe
it.

I meant no harm, ma 'am. I'm seeking the
vault where fuel and victuals are

stored. Indeed?

On your guard, Catesby, you have been
betrayed.

Betrayed? I fail to grasp your meaning,
Majesty.

You have no knowledge of forks, of
course.

Forks? So it is true.

My warning is one you should heed.

Fawkes plans treachery with the king.
You are to be sacrificed while he

with his skin intact.

Your Majesty, I cannot understand your
warning me, and yet you know of the

Perhaps you will understand this.

What plot against you? What is this
sorcery? Quiet.

Watch Mark. Name the ringleader or I'll
have your neck.

Catesby, sire. Robert Catesby. Ah,
Catesby.

I know the man.

Does that convince you, Casely?

I'm scrawling the placards, ma 'am.

Do my powers frighten you?

Are you... Are you a witch?

Believe me, little worm.

I could, if I so wished, send you to one
of the four corners of the earth or

make you squirm in the fires of hell.

But it is not you I seek. It is your
fellow conspirator, Fox.

Then I'm indebted to you, ma 'am.

I swear my lifelong allegiance to you,
your majesty.

Be gone.

I need no allegiance from such as you.

Hasten to the shires and pray justice
does not find you out.

Bid you farewell, ma 'am.

Casey?

Yes, ma 'am?

You do not wish to encounter the king's
guard, do you?

No, ma 'am.

Take the other way.

Yes, ma 'am.

Thank you, ma 'am.

As Phil.

He promised he'd be here.

Yeah, after five minutes, but we've been
lost for ages.

Do you think he didn't wait for us?

He probably found Roscoe, found the
Nidus and went home without us.

Oh, don't say things like that.

Oh, is that back again, Terry?

Don't bother with the stupid thing.

Pat me twice, Terry. Get rid of it.

It won't hurt you, you know. I don't
like it clawing at my hair.

All right.

That's right, little one.

Keep running in the wrong direction.

Bello! That was Bello!

Did you see how I... I struggled with
her.

Yeah, but where are we now?

No near finding Phil or Rothko, are we?

I know. Why don't we contact Rothko in
the labyrinth? Maybe he could help us.

Only Trevor?

Well, might as well try.

Okay.

Two of you were able to reach me.

Rothko, we had to call you. We're lost
and Belle's been tricking us.

And you were unable to help yourself?

I did?

Well, some magic. I shot a bolt at
Belle.

Ah, then you are close to the Nidus
fragment.

Can I work magic?

Of course, if you believe in it
sufficiently.

Well, keep it up, lad.

Don't make sparks.

Are you sure the nidus is here? No,
that's why we're looking for it. And

could it be?

In the rope, in the bung, in the keg
even.

Oh, it's hot in here.

Yes, that makes it rather dangerous,
doesn't it?

But keep looking. We can't stop now.

Leave me be.

I'm a messenger of the Queen.

State your credentials, Catesby. My
business is privy to Her Majesty. I

it to her and none other.

Now, let me go, or I'll pee to it that
you... Hold him, prisoner corporal!

Where's your warrant?

My warrant is the King's instruction.

He knows all about your conspiracy,
Catesby.

Take him away. I demand to see the
Queen.

The next person you'll see is Guy
Fawkes.

Fawkes?

How?

Betrayed. I've been betrayed. This man
is the ringleader of the conspiracy.

Search all the cellars.

Come. I cannot stay much longer.

Now I must leave you.

But why?

Because it is time for you to make your
own way. But Rothko.

You have new powers.

Believe in them.

Use them wisely.

Rothko! No good, he's gone.

What do we do now?

Use our new powers.

You're the magician.

Why not try some more of your magic?

Yeah, but it was an accident before.

But it worked.

Oh, all right.

You've got to try. You've got to make...
I am trying.

The traitor Catesby has been caught, my
dear.

Good.

What of the other traitor, Fawkes? He
will return to me for his reward.

You are a fool to trust such a
scoundrel. One who has betrayed his own

Are you sure he will not betray you? It
is possible, yet I have given my word

that he will be given a just reward for
his honesty and loyalty to the king.

A prize at the end of a rope?

And more, perhaps?

It will be fitting, I assure you.

Take care of that man, folks.

He will not be so easy a victim as you
may think. You speak as if you knew him.

He entered kind to my eternal enemies.

Then I will ponder on ways to rid the
queen of her enemies.

We'll both try.

But you heard what Roscoe said.

You've got to believe. I am really
trying.

Roscoe, it's you.

I am Guy Fawkes in this time, child.

Who? But you were hung drawn and
quartered. Where have you two been?

We got lost. Then we couldn't find you.
It's no good. The nidus is not here.

It must be in the other keg. So we have
to wait for Catesby to bring it.

Catesby? Yes, Catesby. You know him?
Yeah, he was arrested by the guard.

Arrested? Certainly not on the king's
orders.

He's got the piece of nidus. Then we'll
have to go after him. It would not have

been on his person.

When you saw him, was he carrying
something?

A keg?

No. I'm sure he wasn't. Then he must
have been waylaid.

You are trapped, Guy Fawkes, with your
little friends.

Belar. This time you will be dealt with,
Rothko. Without the nidus, Guy Fawkes

will die a dreadful death.

I told you, Rothko. So you all did, but
I put my trust in the word of King

James. You'll be a lot safer trusting
the nidus. Where is it? Catesby was

-handed.

Leave it for me, Delors.

Your magic without the nidus is feeble,
Rothko. It is without effect.

Hardly. Rothko, you're wasting your
time. Wasting time?

Outwitting the very mistress of
conspiracy herself?

I shall fight you to the end, Rothko.

Rothko, look out.

Hold! Hold in the name of the king. I
act for the king.

Witchcraft. Arrest the conspirators.

Look. The bung in the keg. It's the
nidus. I deny you.

I claim the nidus.

So you have been chosen, child.

Then henceforth, each piece will join
the chain about your neck.

until the nidus is complete.

But there are four more pieces still to
be found, and I shall deny them to you.

I think not.

You think you have won, Rothko, but you
have blundered. By giving her that

fragment, you have dispatched your own
powers from this time.

But, Rothko, what will you do? That's
any magic.

I need no magic, lad. The King of
England has given me his word.

Now go.

Find the four pieces of the nidus
wherever they be.

Join hands.

Go. But... Now go!

We shall see if you escape the gallows,
Guy Fawkes.

Good fellows, I am a servant of the
king. Take me to him. We all serve the

but you're being served at Tyburn.

functionary of the crown.

I demand to see the king. Oh, do you
hear that, corporal? He demands to see

king. Laugh on, good fellows.

Just give him word of my name. Oh, he's
already heard your name, folks. Your

death warrant's already made out.

The

lesson

for you, Guido Fox, is that... treason
will always be rewarded by treachery.

Your Majesty.

What is this?

I am Rothko. You stay back! Help!

You do well to grovel in terror.

Your word is not that of a king. You
betrayed me in this time.

Who are you? Why do you haunt me?

My name, sire, is Rothko.

Rothko, I do not know you, and yet your
face...

Then call me Forks, if you prefer.

Forks? You think you have triumphed.
But, sire, my quest in this time has

fruitful, but your reign will be a
sickly and unhappy one.

How dare you?

This I dare.

You see, sire, I am immortal.