All language subtitles for xxx333

Welcome to the stage,

the one, the only,

Geralt of Rawvia!

And who would our Silver Dog be

without his witchy seductress,

his raven-haired beauty,

Yennefer of Bangerberg?

Come on, girl!

Oh, I wouldn't like to lose you, Yen.

Oh, but you have me, Geralt.

Oh, Yennefer.

Hold me.

Don't stop.

Oh! Oh!

I've been a very bad queen.

Please, don't stop on my account.

I thought this was my fantasy.

You are a nightmare.

You're no longer aligned with Nilfgaard.

No longer a tool in someone else's fight.

Much more fun to use than be used,
don't you think?

Whilst I deeply... deeply envy this,

the fight you're avoiding
is still happening.

Vilgefortz is hunting mages.

- How many times have you given the speech?
- Sorry?

It's rehearsed. I can tell.

I can read you like a book. And this
has precious little to do with Vilgefortz.

You do know how important Ciri is?

You're right. You're not
the first person I've asked.

I'm trying to warn those of us left.

This is a witch hunt,

and in my bones, I know
it's all to enact his plan for Ciri.

- Which is?
- I don't know.

But if we work together to kill him,

we won't ever have to find out.

No. Not me.

- Move on to the next.
- I don't have time for this.

I don't have hope.

I lost my entire family.

You should understand more than anyone,
so kindly fuck off.

I'm afraid I can't do this without you.

Shit.

At least I spared you this part.

My senses tell me
that we're drawing close.

What senses are those, exactly?

Dead motherfuckers!

Every part of my brain is telling me
we should... reconsider our direction.

It's the right direction.

Where they all coming from?

Emhyr keeps burning villages.
Refugees have to have somewhere to go.

Geralt!

This might be it.

My family might be here.

The road is long to Nilfgaard.

Every minute counts.
Are you sure you want to get into this?

I'm sure.

Remember, we do this fast,
and we do it clean.

Smash, grab, and get the fuck out.

Falka's first official heist.

- Ready to show us what you've got?
- Yeah. Try not to fuck it up this time.

Well, thank the gods
for your wonderful words of wisdom.

Thank the gods
for rich, stupid folk, okay?

All right, everyone's ready?

Asse, now!

Go, go, go!

- Please don't rob me.
- Why have you stopped?

- Stay right there.
- What in God's thunder is going...

- Apologies, milady. Please step outside.
- Got it.

It's a silk cloak. Look at that!

Filthy Rats!

I know who you are.

That's funny 'cause I haven't got
the faintest clue who you are.

- I am Lady Gilda Adelina Everill Emengar.
- "I am Lady Gilda!"

Daughter of the Baron of Casadei.

My father will make you pay

when he finds you've been
laying your putrid hands on me.

My hands feel rather empty.

I want that brooch.

- Oi! We've got company!
- Grab what you can.

By the state of your dress,

your father is a feckless third-rate noble
in a backwater province,

presiding over more goats than humans.

We have more than you could ever dream,

as opposed to your sad little self.

- It's clear you've got nothing and no one.
- Falka, let's go!

Run along. Like a good little Rat.

I do know you.

You're a fool

who thinks the world is safe for you.

Well, open your eyes, precious,

because life is shit
and blood and death.

Falka, come on!

- What have you done to me?
- Given you your first taste of misfortune.

Adversity to overcome.
You'll thank me one day.

Falka, now!

Good day, milady.

You'll pay for this.

I'll admit this is not where
I expected Yennefer's invite to lead me.

Ah, don't hold back. Are you disappointed?

That she convinced you
to join the side of good?

No.

Surprised.

And you've barely scratched the surface.

- Now, get back.
- What?

Yen!

Ooh. Hmm.

Polymorphy is a delicate art.

We need to restore portals. I cannot think
of a less dignified way to travel.

Hmm.

You're welcome.

Let's go see who else
has answered Yennefer's call.

Come on.

Oh the gods! This draft!

- Assire. It's a pleasure. I...
- Yes, yes, Philippa.

- Of course you are.
- Oh!

Something smells simply intoxicating.

You with the raven hair.

What is that? Gooseberries?

Yes. And lilac.

I'm Yennefer. Thank you for coming.

Lilac? Yes.

I will need to take
some of that home with me.

Won't be able to keep the men away.

Now, you said there'd be wine?

- Yes, this way.
- Oh, good!

- She's here?
- Assire, yes.

You decided to come.

It remains to be seen if this is,
in fact, the least worst option.

The air in here
is tighter than a gnome's arse.

My name's Ximer,
and no, you may not touch the beard.

I know you. You gave 'em hell at Sodden.

Those Nilfgaardians
were roasted and toasted.

Thank you for coming.

Uh, I would shake your hand,

but the last time I touched a ginger,
she didn't want to let me go.

I'll do my best to resist.

Well, no shame
in falling to temptation, love.

That goes for you both.

I thought you were bringing Francesca.

You did not put the Queen of Elves
in your cleavage.

Yen!

Oh my!

How dare you!

Oh, my queen.

You've certainly taken a risk
bringing Francesca here.

Are we really all supposed to be
on the same side now?

Francesca, you must be exhausted.

Why don't you freshen up
after your most... undignified journey?

So this is how you're controlling portals?

By Vilgefortz's design.

A small demonstration
of his growing power.

If his goal is to possess Ciri,

then why not portal to her?

- You'd be wise not to question him.
- I'm questioning you.

Since the fall of Tor Lara,

the girl has been impossible
to locate through magic.

Have you no more to give the cause?

Pathetic!

You are meant to be the chosen ones.

I need more.

Ah!

No!

You're using their Chaos.

A finite resource, unfortunately.

Unlike our master,

who is self-healing
through his own sheer power.

You.

There's nothing he cannot do.

Now, take your place
at the edge of the portal.

Learn from this mission
our method of recruitment.

Know your place...

Mmph...

Whilst recruiting mages
to the cause is important, I...

Well, I believe
that I can be of most use here.

Is that so?

Go on.

At Sodden...

I chose which mage
would be sacrificed to the fire.

This mage will serve his purpose,

for a short while,

but he's lacking in true Chaos.

Use this girl.

Her Chaos

is less refined,

but stronger.

Very clever.

Keep her here.

I may need her.

Everyone keep together.

Whoa! Is that a stench worse than death?

Can anyone help?

This way!

Oh no! Shit and cabbage.

Easy, Perce.

I've never understood why survival
always manifests itself in boiled greens

and a reluctance to dig latrines.

Witcher, do you really think
they'll be able to find their family here?

That's the hope.

Well, boil my balls and call it tea.
If it isn't the wallopin' fuckin' bard.

And if it isn't...

Uh...

Yorp? I wanna say Yorp?

Come here, Yarpen!

- How are you, my friend?
- Good now.

There's the Wolf!

- It's good to see you.
- And you.

Oh, don't tell me you're traveling around
with this fuckin' wankstain?

Says the shitsmear himself!

You two... know each other?

What? You think
all dwarves know each other?

Where's your normal lot
of sweet and endearing faces, Wolf?

On my way to get them back.

Aye, I know you will, then.

Shall we make haste towards that end?

We could use your help. And your... hammer.

Witness the reward.

Oh, thank the gods you're safe!

- Mother! I'm here!
- Oh!

My sweetheart!

Boil my balls.

- Over here!
- You're here?

Beata? You're alive!

Never lost. Always found.

- It's your sister. She needs you.
- Oh no! Talver.

Beata!

Excuse me.

Over here. Hey!

Beata!

An elven witch sent
the Squirrels after your children.

Beata, what's wrong?

He said my sister's here.

- Talver!
- Let's find her. Come on.

Since the dawn of time, woman has been...

- Oh, this crowd could turn at any moment.
- Talver?

- Stop! She's no witch! Look!
- Beata!

Witches are the reason we're in this war!

Our homes fell to Nilfgaard
because of them!

I've done nothing wrong! Let me go!

We must purge ourselves
of these wanton abominations.

- Talver!
- Beata! No!

- She's a witch!
- Another witch!

- My sister's no witch!
- Witch!

Behold. Another
in the same wicked bloodline.

- Take her down!
- Grab her.

- Let them burn!
- Let her go!

Look what the day has delivered to us.

- A witcher.
- It's a witcher?

She! She's the one who bloodied him!

Wi... with a spell!

It was my fist in his face!

And I will split you in two
if you come near me again!

- Witch!
- She's a witch!

Another one! Can we burn her first?

- Yeah! Let her burn!
- Witch!

Shut up!

You don't have the numbers for this fight.

Oh, we have more than enough to end you.

Solve this with steel,

become the monster you oppose,

rather than what defeats it.

Your companion is wise.

Good people!

We have a witcher among us

who has sworn an oath to protect mankind
from monsters like these girls.

If he will agree
to what is obvious to all of us here,

we will allow him and his... companions
to pass freely.

And that's what?

That Talver Vermillion
and her sister are witches.

No! Geralt!

This one feels like years ago, doesn't it?

Another lifetime.

Whoa! Whoa!

Quite the prize.

How do I look?

- Blonde could be fun for a while.
- Yeah?

The Baron's high profile.

A move like that could put heat on us.

Listen, we pulled it off.
No one was hurt. So what is your problem?

There are no problems.

Lads and lady loves, a fair.

Let's find some fun.

Yeah, how am I not already
beating Reef at something?

Oh!

Look at these, Dolly.

- I like your doll.
- Thank you.

I've heard
there's some sweets around here.

Mm-hmm.

If only we had some...

Oh, what did she get?

Thank you, Falka.

Aren't you lucky, eh?

Looks like Falka's got admirers.

She's trouble.

It was in jest.

That's not what I mean.

She's not who she says she is.

None of us are.

You left the army.

I lived in a castle, for fuck's sake.

But once you're a Rat, you're a Rat.

I'm... I'm trying to look out for you.

And I for you,

when I say fill your mouth up with ale,

cozy up to some juicy tits,

and shut the fuck up.

Hmm?

- I've not seen you here before.
- This yours?

Milady.

Nice try. She's mine.

- Ariana, the amazing mermaid!
- Hey, mister, what did she say?

- Get off!
- Come and behold!

Feast your eyes.

A mermaid!

- Who's next? Come and see!
- Oh! You got a little bit...

Hmm. Some on your lip.

Mmm.

I'm glad you had a little fun
with the carriage robbery.

But I need you
to listen to me from now on.

Mm-hmm.

When I say go,

it's time to go.

You want me to obey you?

More just trust
that I know how to get us through.

Well, maybe I do too.

Remember the first time we met?

I ate for a week
with a coin I pinched off you.

That's not what I meant.

I wanted to get your attention
even back then.

And it worked. Didn't it?

I don't know. Has it?

Oh, apologies, sir. It's this crowd.
Someone should teach them some manners.

You absolute scoundrel.

Good shot.

Oh.

Oh, come on.

Ooh.

You've got to be kidding me.

Who are they talking to?

- It's not about that. Come on.
- I don't know.

I've got this weird feeling
we're being followed.

You are.

The famous Falka.

Hmm?

Oh my gods.

- Take it...
- So you don't know him?

No.

We won't get caught today.
We won't get caught ever.

Especially now that you're with us.

Now, come on.

- I can take my business elsewhere.
- Stupid game anyway.

Like the last time
you kept the crew waiting.

We're hated for what we are.

We're being hunted.

By both humans and mages.

By one of our own,

who seeks power over everyone

and everything.

There is no future for us
if we do not survive this.

We must eliminate Vilgefortz.

I share your goal. But how?

We take him by surprise in his refuge.

His home.

If we find it.

Even if we do,
we're just a handful of leftovers.

With no allies. Yen, we've lost so many.

And we won't lose more.

I'll provide sanctuary here

for all who are with us as we prepare.

If you want us to trust you,
Yennefer, be honest.

Your urgency is less about Vilgefortz
and more about a certain princess.

The blonde one is on to something.

I have heard stories of Cirilla of Cintra.

- Fairy tales is more like it.
- No.

We watched Tor Lara collapse
under her powers.

We all have powers.

What makes her so special?

Because Cirilla is Hen Ichaer.

Dear gods!

Many of you may have heard
the story of Lara Dorren.

Undoubtedly the human version.

A lie.

- Always lying.
- Expect us to believe it?

- I would know if it was a lie.
- Let her speak.

This land,

every tree, river, and ocean,

belonged to the elves.

And then, the Conjunction of the Spheres.

Humans entered our world,

displacing and killing us
to claim the land.

Even now, we're seen
as blights on your world.

Are we not?

But a great elven sorcerer
named Avallac'h offered us hope.

A key in the form of Lara Dorren,

whose blood promised a new future.

They were to marry.

The mixing of the blood

would create a child with the power

to ascend us to Tir ná Lia.

The place we all dream of.

Our celestial paradise.

But instead,

Lara fell in love with a human.

And their child could have been seen
as a sign of balance.

Peace between our people.

Instead, humans murdered her.

The child was taken.

Through generations,

we've waited for the power
to reappear through her bloodline.

Ciri is her descendant.

Everyone wants Ciri.

To save elves.

To save magic.

To rule Cintra or the Continent.

She has the power
to do all of those things.

That's what makes her so special.

You're right, Sabrina.

I do want to save Ciri.

I love her as a daughter.

But Ciri is what we all need now.

Hope.

I had a daughter.

She was murdered as an infant.

For nothing.
As a pawn for the power of men.

I will help you, Yennefer.

Let's end this witch hunt
once and for all.

- A witcher!
- What say you, Witcher?

Confirm the monsters before us?

Come on! Do it!

Geralt, please.

Help us.

I will name any evil amongst you

if I see proof.

- Why should I testify?
- Is he blind?

- So where is the evidence?
- We are law-abiding citizens.

Of course we have evidence.
Who will testify?

All right. Me!

That makes one!

My white-pawed cat went missing
the day she showed up.

And I found its bones in her possessions!

- Murderer!
- Show them!

Let go.

- An illicit potion!
- No, that's stock!

I was making broth of chicken!

Lies!

Boiled the poor fellow alive
in a dark ritual.

Lies!

Indeed.

It was a fine striped beast.

White-bellied and proud.

Eyes like two chrysoberyls.

Everything you could want in a cat.

Bear witness, my friend.
Speak to what you know of it.

Ask the cat.

It's right there, lickin' its own arse!

Is it the cat?

She brought it back from the dead!

It's not possible!

I'm just like you, trying to survive!

Shut up, witch!

Witches!

Talver Vermillion!

You and your sister are sentenced
to burn at the stake

for witchcraft and treachery.

Stop!

- What's he say?
- It's settled.

You have proven nothing.

You have no say.

You have literally been trying
to get him to say things this whole time!

A monster may have many heads,
including ignorance.

If your priest has no evidence,

then he must fight
for his claim against me.

In trial by combat.

- Fight! Fight! Fight!
- Come on!

- Fight! Fight!
- Everyone just calm down.

Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

- Calm down!
- Fight! Fight!

Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

There you go.

Your turn.

Shut up!

Shut up, you bastard!

I want the same, but on this side.

Okay, let's do this.

Falka, what are you doing?

They're Casadei's goons. All right.
I got us into this, so I'll get us out.

You've been following us all day.

Nah. Just you.

Since before Glyswen.

I think you have me confused
with someone else.

The princess commands!

We're not getting caught today.

We're not getting caught ever.

When we met

all those years ago...

could you imagine that we'd be here?

I saw in you

what you could not see in yourself.

And I... you.

How could I be
anything but grateful to you

for reuniting me with my dear daughter?

How is she adjusting to Nilfgaard?

Yes, quite well,

considering she's a fraud.

I cannot believe that you betrayed me.

Hmm.

How quickly you forget.

The only reason you rule Nilfgaard

is because I steered you
to claim what was rightfully yours.

Where is she?

Cirilla is far greater than you.

Power like that

could never be yours.

She will, however, be mine.

No.

I am her family.

Me.

She belongs with me.

She will be protected from those
who would use her

to secure their own fortunes.

And you would not?

I have given you all you need
to claim Cintra

and expand your rule across the Continent.

It's finally in sight.

Take it.

Get... out.

My lord is uncommonly generous

in letting a mage who has deceived him
simply walk away.

Uh, we could yet stop him.

No.

His arrogance makes him insufferable.

But he remains useful.

He said Cirilla will be his.

He doesn't have her either.

Hmm.

If I may, My Lord,

we could announce your engagement
to the imposter girl.

- None would be the wiser.
- Why are you not listening to me?

I will not fuck a peasant from the gutter!

I will not be a false ruler!

My heir will be born of elder blood
of my daughter's womb.

Is that clear, Skellen?

In her, your seed will not sprout,

but instead burst into flame.

A son is destined

to rule the Continent.

Emhyr var Emreis will rule

the whole Continent.

But to do so,

he must first
keep the half he already has.

Dare you question your emperor?

No. My Lord.

The battle lines are shifting daily.

Cintran holdouts fight for the North.

If we could announce
that you were marrying their Cirilla,

it will crush their spirits.

And this will buy us time

to find the real Cirilla

and fulfill the prophecy.

And... it will remind the Continent

that whatever the White Flame desires

shall be his.

Go forth with the engagement announcement.

A wise decision, My Lord.

I'm not finished.

I will fulfill the terms of the prophecy
with my daughter.

You find and you return Cirilla
before this... wedding of yours.

Or you will meet your end of days
in failing me, Skellen.

So how do we find and defeat Vilgefortz?

With a bit of help.

I don't have much time.

His operation, it's formidable.

His army, it grows larger by the day.

Spy in the house of Vilgefortz?

- How exciting!
- We're gathering mages.

- Tell us how we find you.
- Oh, no, you can't.

The portal they brought me through,
it's hidden.

There's so many layers that
I couldn't even pinpoint or track it.

- Your master calls you.
- There's someone coming.

Yes?

Master Vilgefortz would like you
to select the next sacrificial mage.

As he wishes.

That girlie gonna be okay?

Are we going to be okay?

If we can't find his keep,
we'll bring him to ours.

We will fight Vilgefortz here,

in Montecalvo.

You cannot possibly...

- You cannot argue.
- I absolutely can.

She's a wild man's,
from a collapsed bloodline.

Cirilla is soiled
by every manner of depravity

across the Continent by this point.

Chosen over a virtuous daughter
from one of our ancient houses.

Who are already under attack.

Did you hear what happened
to Casadei's daughter, Gilda?

Some high-born bitch
nearly slit her throat.

That's not good.

Is this what shall become of Nilfgaard?

Conquering others is fine.

Conquering us is not.

Our great emperor's decision to marry,

while we may find the choice, um,

distasteful...

advantages us.

So, why not let this marriage be the noose

with which we both oblige our imperator

and hang him?

You would have us stand against Emhyr?

As traitors?

Stefan, speak plainly.

I have, uh...

come into some information
which, if used correctly...

would destroy an empire.

Choose your weapon.

Nonsense. You're a trained killer.

- What chance do I stand against you?
- What chance have you given them?

I'll stand in his place,
you wrinkled up ball bag.

- I'll do it.
- I'll pull him with his tongue.

I'll help.

Any one of us would.

Geralt!

Wait. Listen.

There is no reason for a trial by combat.

We have already prepared
a trial by ordeal.

If anyone can remove the horseshoe
with no harm to themselves,

the girls go free.

Otherwise, they are guilty
and will perish.

I'll show you where you can stick
your hot flamin' horseshoe!

Fuck this, Witcher. Let's fight.

To arms against these impostors
for interfering.

Kill them!

- Burn 'em.
- Yeah!

- Kill 'em!
- Tricks!

This was the idea...

if I'm not mistaken.

Oh! Magic!

If so, I believe
the divine judgment is unambiguous.

How's he doing that?

The girls are innocent.

Their defenders are innocent.

And I, just imagine, am also

innocent.

Show me your hands.

What sort of devilry is this?

- It's witchcraft!
- An abomination!

Burn them!

- Geralt! Help me.
- Get them!

Back up. Move, you fuckers.

- Get back!
- Go on!

- Nilfgaard.
- Nilfgaard!

Move! Go!

Don't let them get away!

For Nilfgaard!

- Geralt!
- You're free. Let's move.

Get the horses.

Yep.

Come here.

- Oh no!
- Everybody run!

Filthy Nilfgaard.

No!

- No, no, no, no! Don't!
- Bless you, father.

Please!

No!

Get out of the way!

Ah! It's the witch's horse.

Give me that, you slag!

- Shit. Go!
- My horse!

- Come on. This way! Come on!
- Geralt! Help me!

- Go!
- Get him.

Beata!

- Come on, let's go.
- Yah! Yah!

Beata!

It's all right.

You're all right.

Beata.

No.

Oh.

No.

No!

Run.

Geralt!

Sh.

I've got you. It's okay.

I saw someone I lost...

in so much pain.

I used to have those dreams too.

I had a family.

Two brothers.

Things and people I took for granted.

Do you not dream about them anymore?

I try not to.

The girl I was is gone.

I used to think you were
this scared little thing who needed me.

I'm not scared.

But I do need you.

What do you want, Falka?

To not be alone.

Is that all?

That's everything.

Easy. Easy.

Ah.

So you did receive my invitation.

You.

Who's paying you?

Payment is for...

for bounties.

And what's this?

I guess this is for fun.

That's the spirit.

Can you still

use your signs with two fingers?

Hmm?

No? Didn't think so.

Get up!

Get up!

I am very disappointed in you.

You know that?

You were supposed to be one of the greats.

Come on.

You're an embarrassment to your school.

I'm not through with you, Witcher!

Ahem.

Apologies for the interruption, Leo.
I have a job for you.

I'm busy!

Get up! Get the fuck up!

Ugh!

He's dead.

He's dead!

He died on me already.

Where's the thrill in that?

Here.

Hmm?

Oh, there's not many
witchers left, you know.

You're soon gonna need a new hobby.

You're really...
far from your emperor's cunt.

Emhyr let his pet spy go out
for walkies, has he?

- Huh?
- Here. Tell me.

Uh, have you ever heard of the Rats?

Aye.

I had a wee run-in with them.

In Rocayne.

But, and... and they got away?

Ah... 'cause they recently

toyed with the daughter of Casadei.

She described her attacker

as a young woman
with green eyes and ashen hair.

Green eyes, ashen hair...

No, I don't remember that one.

- Exactly.
- Uh...

Uh, my network tells me
she goes by the name of Falka.

High-born accent.
Fights with immense skill.

Oh?

- More immense skill than this fucker?
- Hah.

I hope so.

She is worth, um...

She is worth a great deal to our emperor.

You know, finding her
would be well worth your while.

Aah.

- Hmm.
- So kill the Rats, and, uh,

bring you this... Falka.

- Aye.
- No.

No, no, no. No. no.

Kill them all.

Uh...

Kill them all, hmm? Hear that?

Kill them all.