All language subtitles for The Witcher - S04E08 - Baptism of Fire

Isn't it ironic?

Everywhere else, people are fleeing
Nilfgaard, and we are doing everything

can to get there.

That's the only way to Cape Duke.

But to save city, the end justifies the
means. We must find a way across.

Milford knew these routes best. I'd be
better off if she were here. Hey, I know

them pretty well myself. Back in my
sandpiper days, I was not only renowned

my bravery, but for my keen eye to
detail.

And my eagle eyes.

All right.

Yeah, just those little roots there.

Someone needs to have their eagle eye
checked.

Hey, don't mock the explicit.

It's not a root.

It's a rope.

Well, then maybe.

Yes,

Geralt, you are going to want to see
this.

Well done, Jaskier. You found us an
abandoned petty.

It's not abandoned.

These two were hiding in the bushes.

We need to cross the river.

To Nilfgaard?

Sorry, but this old bathtub ain't gonna
make it.

It appears to be quite sound.

Yeah, well, closed for business now,
ain't we? What with the war on.

And the baboon attacks.

Baboons? Never seen any monkeys on my
travels here. I bet you don't miss a

if the price is right.

Do you?

Have the right price?

Yeah, didn't think so. We ain't going
anywhere.

Either you take us, or we'll take it
ourselves.

After all the deep tourist death and
battle, who'd have thought this was how

we'd get to Nilfgaard?

I've taken shit stronger than this ride.

You're not the only one who has a way
with words, Bard.

After all this time, Nilfgaard looks
like any other spit of land.

Aye, just something else for humans to
fight and die over.

Nothing special about it. I'm not sure
everyone would agree.

They're northerners.

What are they doing in Nilfgaard?

Not baboons.

Gorillas fighting behind enemy lines.

Oh, shit. Nilfgaardians!

They won't survive long in Nilfgaard.

And we took their ride back to safety.

That bear is our only hope!

What the... They're reeling us in! Into
their face!

What are you... No! No, no, no, no!
We'll have to do that for you, idiot!

We're not going to piss them off even
more! Come back!

Sorry! These are bots!

They're not starting a fight!

We need to cross! No!

Incoming!

Stop! What are they doing? Grab an oar
and row!

Gliding down that river, caught between
two warring armies, our witcher knew his

quest for Ciri was in danger.

But this time, because they had faith in
each other, Geralt's odd little band...

The Hansa.

They came to be known as the Hansa.

Angoulême coined it. Who? Don't worry,
you'll meet her soon.

Little Nimue, look at you.

So grown.

And still see the need to correct old
Strybog.

Nori, I'm the one who's leaving.

I told you this would happen someday.

I have a destiny to find.

How about it?

A final story?

Yes, please, Strybog. What did the Hansa
do?

Please tell us. Okay, okay.

Now, where was I? The fairy was being
shot by the baboons. Ah, yes.

The Hansa.

managed to survive for the moment.

It appears we've passed the danger, my
friends. Sure, on a river that makes us

everyone's enemy.

There's no place to land.

Let's keep moving downstream.

Where in the north did the white tunics
hail from?

The heraldry was an amalgamation.

Some kind of joint army.

No need in knowing them intimately.

Let's just be glad we weren't fucked and
move on.

Arceus, northern side!

Fire! What? Are those nilpies? I don't
understand anything.

Northerners on the south shore, nilp
guardians on the north.

They're trying to make sense of war.
Fire!

Take cover! We're sitting down here!

I don't mean to tell you how to do your
job, but could you please?

Yup.

Nope, nope. He's dead.

He's dead.

Fire! Tell the music!

They're not with the arrows already.

Yes, they do lack a little creativity,
don't they? Fuck.

I think they heard you.

What the fuck is that?

Their creativity.

Oh, God.

We're all going to die.

Quick,

put it out.

That was quite an entrance.

Someone had to save your assets.

Are you all right?

I'm fine.

Truly, I am.

Regis!

Masterful, Archer.

It got you in the heart.

Oh, dear one.

Haven't I disabused you of these quaint
human notions?

Imagine a simple shard of wood being my
end.

As absurd as yours being something
without teeth.

Let's hope neither is in the foreseeable
future.

Welcome back. You were missed.

Remember when you tried to get rid of
us?

Which time?

Centuries of brilliance.

Istris.

Rita.

Vesemir.

The novices.

Gone. All because of one man.

You know, it's crazy.

I actually thought we could do it.

I really believed because we wanted it
so badly that we would finally destroy

Vilgefortz.

Wait, where's Emi?

Emi hasn't got her, Philippa.

She's out there.

Somewhere. But I don't know where.

I'm sorry.

No, I'm sorry.

I know she's your daughter.

But she was also our hope.

And now it truly feels like all of this.

All of us.

When I found you, I asked you, how will
you

be reborn?

Do you remember?

At the time, I didn't realize what it
truly meant.

I was building an army. I thought
that...

In order for us to survive, we
sorceresses had to become soldiers.

I was so wrong.

What do you mean?

This whole time, I've been overlooking
something that was right in front of me.

What would be our strongest asset from
here forward?

Everyone's so scared of Leo Bonhart.

Can't wait to see the look on his face
when we get the drop on him.

He's not an ordinary one.

Yeah, I wish we had Falco.

I wish I knew why she left.

She just wasn't herself.

She'll come back to us.

I can feel it.

Maybe. You hope so, though. I'm taking a
break from hope.

Focus on what I know is real.

Like Leo Bonhart.

Mitchell's right.

Falco made a choice.

We made the better one. Bring it on.

Best way to become legends is to kill
one.

Thank you.

Look, clear here.

The rest of our journey to the druids
might be safer afoot.

Then, again.

For fuck's sake.

Are they chasing us? They're being
chased by the look of it.

It's like we're caught between two
wildfires. Fucking nightmare is what it

What are they saying?

Well, it's hard to make out in between
all the horsens and seed waste.

That's...

Fucking sorry!

Queen May.

Quite the pose of brass to be
gallivanting around Nilfgaard. And we've

her.

Nilfgaardian spies!

You are hereby ordered by Her Majesty
the Queen to bring that postman to shore

immediately! Failure to do so will
result in execution! I hate to poke

your logic, but we're not Nilfgaardians.
We're on your side!

I think we should keep rowing. That'll
do you no good.

Not much further, we reach open sea.

A saltwater sea. Why, another great
human notion? No, it eats my skin.

I'm a vampire.

Oh.

Bye.

Any idea how we're going to survive this
river ride?

By ending it. We need to get off the
water.

Even at its conception, the Brotherhood
was an exercising contradiction,

weaponizing our God's given power to
serve its whims, fueling hate

and distrust for anyone who was
different, pushing us into

royal alliances, pitting us against each
other.

But in the course of weeks, we, the
women in this room, have

managed to combine our magic, our
methods, to make allies of old enemies,

because we shared one goal, protecting
magic from Vilgefortz's takeover.

Fringilla, you are stronger than all of
us.

To have endured what Vilgefortz put you
through.

It's like all my life, I've only ever
known one primal instinct.

And that's been to seek out the powerful
and hold on.

So you showed up at my door?

Your rabbit hole.

You know, it turns out that our
strength,

all of our strength, is innate.

And stronger.

Together. Together?

We can clean up this mess.

We can also all agree this is
Vilgefortz's fault.

But he's still out there.

We're not done yet.

The future of magic is still at risk.
The theory is still at risk.

We'll find her.

And in the meantime, we make sure
there's a home for her to come back to.

We bring back Isaiah, Ida, Zima, Elena,
and the novices. And we build

a lodge of sorceresses.

And we do it our way.

It is revealed.

The first crossing we've seen for miles.
And likely the last.

No wonder there are so many troops
around.

He who holds the bridge rules all this
territory.

Let's clear that bridge, make land, and
cover our track.

Get back to our real mission and find
those droids.

That's it.

Don't mind us.

We're just a gang of happy -go -lucky
misfits here to save a princess from an

abominable fate.

Just don't look down.

Here we go again.

Move from the ground.

Try to push down.

Go, go, go.

You've been hit.

No, I haven't.

Oh, get her down. Get her down. Quick,
easy.

Oh,

you are most certainly not all right.
The symptoms are clear.

She's miscarrying.

Thanks for announcing it.

Milford, what can I do? You can leave me
alone.

Go, quickly.

Milford, you cannot move until the
bleeding subsides.

Hey, hey, what's going on?

Nilfgaard takes Asprey's name, so kill
every introvert and eliminate anyone

find down here.

This isn't our fight. No, for her.

Why aren't you listening? I said leave
me.

Your privacy, yes, but no one's leaving
me behind.

I can help her.

But you've got to help us gain safe
passage.

Squirrel, you saved our hides, and a
dwarf never leaves a debt unpaid.

We're getting out of here, even if I
have no fucking idea how to cross the

battlefield. What rank did you hold in
the Nilfgaardian army?

I was an officer.

You're willing to kill the very thing
you once were.

You finally understand what I'm not
anymore.

What strategy do you propose?

Keep up.

Carol!

It'll be okay, Maria.

What are the chances they were both
dropped on their head as babies?

Even an officer and a witcher are no
match for an entire army of nutters.

Yes, sir.

Go.

We are coming back.

I promise.

Can't let them have all the fun now.
Come.

It won't be long.

Let's go cut some nifty bastards.

Come on, Wolf.

Come on, old man.

Oh, you don't have to motivate me.

Retreat! Take another step, Alex!

It is not lost until I say it's lost. So
turn your arses round and fight.

What were your orders?

Hold the bridge for the queen.

Then hold the fucking bridge or your
queen is lost. You enjoy the taste of

leather, my friend, because you are
about to feel this man's boots so far up

your arses you will be biting on
buckles. You listen to him.

And hold!

Anything to add, Paul?

Let's fucking move!

Come on!

My help was more needed down here.

What's happening?

Tell me.

It's messy.

But they are fighting.

Milva, the North, is fighting back.

It only took a Nilfgaardian, a Witcher,
and a dwarf to lead them.

But they will clear the path to
Cagedale. Oh.

I need it.

Good news.

I thought you were foolish to try this.
You came anyway.

You're glad you didn't kill me now.

I'll let you know.

They need a witcher.

Your head's still intact?

Well, they're nearly roasted.

Thank you. You see?

There are certain advantages to being
underestimated.

We held the bridge.

We did.

Let's find Melba.

Chris, I need your help.

You mean besides sweeping?

What's that?

The dagger Vesemir used to wound
Vilgefortz. And you have it because... I

you to use it to track Vilgefortz back
to Stiga.

Yen, no.

He's weak.

If I find him now, I can kill him.

But the Lodge of Sorceresses.

You lit that spark.

I led you to an idea.

But to you to see it through.

I don't understand.

I need to protect Ciri, and I won't let
anyone else suffer for this.

You sound like Geralt. Thank you. That
wasn't a compliment.

Not in this case.

Even if you break through his portal
matrix, you'll wind up somewhere he

well, and you not at all. I know.

I made a promise to stop him, and I
intend to keep it.

For Istredd, for Geralt, for magic.

For me.

If I don't come back, don't say that.

With or without me.

The sole survivors of the Battle of
Monte Calvo.

Welcome home.

There's only one way you could have
escaped with your lives.

Cowardice.

A true believer would have burnt to ash
to murder those witches.

However, you'll get a second chance to
be better in death than you ever were in

life.

You were always good with your hands.

I remember.

You were always sharp -tongued.

I

don't

know you.

You have the most beautiful eyes I've
ever seen.

Witness my final victory.

Vilgefort knew Yennefer would come for
him. But that's another story.

Off you go. Go on.

Go on.

I'm going to study in Aretuza.

Aretuza, you said?

After all those generations?

I can't believe it's open again. I can't
believe I get to walk the same stones

as Lady Yennefer. To learn everything I
can about all of them.

Especially... Ceri.

I remember.

I still feel a connection to her.

Linked by... Destiny.

Stories are very powerful.

They change us.

And we, in spite of that, change them
too.

We are studies.

No need to nick it this time.

I couldn't. Nonsense.

My eyes are going.

It needs a good home.

And who knows if any of it's true.

But you said it.

How this saga ends may depend on you.

But how?

Huh.

What happened to her?

The theory.

Geralt saved Queen Mev, and Yen was on
the hunt for Vilgefortz, but he never

finished the theory story.

You're asking the wrong person.

Good luck chasing that guy.

If Skrull was right, theory would come
back for them.

But what happened next?

Something begin.

But something also ends.

Is there a rat?

Yes, a rat.

Come inside.

Zyla, get in here now.

You won't get any trouble from her. As
long as you keep your tongue still till

we leave.

Where's the chimera's head?

Oi, no words.

my little mate. Fine.

Did you just... Stop that.

If we are to go forth, we shall go
forth. But at least allow me to make you

offer first.

Why don't you suck my bull sack?

Well, I consider that you're mine.

There's a goodly reward for you dead.

But I am obligated to tell you that
there's an even bigger reward.

For you alive.

So what's it going to be? The easy way
or the hard way? The easy way hurts much

less. Stop your yapping and get down
here, you skinny little fucker. The hard

way it is.

One, two, three, four, five.

Where's Valka?

Valka, the highly skilled one, where is
she?

No?

Is she hiding?

I'll be right down.

Let's kill this freak.

What was that, Kelpie?

Keep going.

What the

music.

You better get through me first.

I don't want to get through.

Please!

Please!

Come on, little mouse.

Think of me and, huh?

He'd want you to do better, wouldn't he?

Not to die like a dog!

It's all right.

It's over.

What?

Where is Felka?

Tell me where she is, and I'll let you
live.

Come on.

They're all dead.

No one will know.

Where is your little friend?

She's dying, you know.

Will she go for you?

Good, I get to complete the set.

Belka, we meet at last.

If your friends had fought like you,
maybe they'd still be alive.

You're about to die here.

But you don't fear a tear.

You've got the skill, but you don't have
the stomach for battle.

This is how you die.

In your own pits and shits and your
blood and guts.

Woo!

Can I get some breast?

She lost the child.

How is she?

Oh, she'll recover.

Fully.

Is she traveling with you?

As long as she'll have us.

Thank you.

I wish to be thanking you.

If it weren't for you and your friends,
we'd all be dead.

We're wearing black and gold today.

Not only you saved me, you saved our
queen.

Queen Malfavois.

A kingdom of Lyria and Rivia.

Who risks his life not knowing who he's
fighting for?

That's him. It is your grace.

Rise.

For Queen Mev.

Now, whatever happens next is staying by
my side.

You led the charge in defense of the
bridge.

We did.

What possessed you to do such a thing
when I could not convince my own men?

Just seemed to happen.

Seemed to happen.

You know the feeling. Some son of a
bitch smacked me in the face. That just

seemed to happen to you.

What's your name?

Geralt.

Geralt from where?

Not where, really.

Well, that will not do.

You speak the oath. I am tasteless.

Neil. Aye.

For outstanding valor in a fight for a
just cause, I, Mev,

by grace of the gods, the queen of Lyria
and Rivia, by my power, rights, and

privilege, dub you a knight.

Bear this blow.

Don't look at me like that. Shirk not
away from pain as you would not from

honor. Never mind. Let me do it.

It's the best part of my job.

Don't tell him I said this, but he's
wanted to be a knight ever since we

met. A white knight, and now he is.

He always was, I think.

Shh. Stay in the moment, you don'ts. May
you always remember the cause for which

you fight and those you have sworn to
protect.

Serve us faithfully, Sir Geralt of
Rivia, with courage and valour,

with allegiance to me and only me.

in the days ahead, and for all of time.

Wait.

Keep your eyes on me.

I'll throw me your head in the barrel.

I grow weary of the theatrics of this,
yes.

Show me.

Truly a magnificent specimen for you.

Largest and most brutish I have ever
seen.

Oh, yes.

You know them very nicely.

There is someone you need to find for
me.

who stands between me and my daughter.

My destiny.

Whose will is as great as my own.

Let me give you a sample of his stench.
Give it to me.

Hey.

In shadows to bow, no man of point can
trust to survive.

He only keeps his fortune fire.