All language subtitles for Into.the.Badlands.S03E04.1080p.WEB.H264-DEFLATE

A warrior with no enemy to fight.

Must be a bitter frustration.

Is Mother dead?

Not yet.

So, you're not here to kill me?

And break her poor, fragile heart?

That can wait.

Besides, being locked up in here,

sleeping in your own shit,

that's a far more fitting punishment.

Tell me, what's it been now?

Almost 18 months?

What if I told you, you
could have your life back?

An interloper with delusions of power

wiped out one of my border check-points.

- Does he have an army?
- Of sorts.

But he'd be no match
for you and your friends,

as gifted as you are
at stealth and deception.

What friends are you talking about?

That band of traitorous Clippers

who helped you smuggled out
my Cogs, of course.

I didn't need any help.

Sneaking them through
your lines was all too easy.

I'm offering you a chance
to taste freedom again.

Hmm.

And I'm gonna pass,

sis.

I thought you might need
some extra motivation.

These are the ones
who helped you free my Cogs.

Well, aren't they?

They must be very loyal if
they're willing to die for you.

Should I shoot another?

Who's the target you want me to kill?

He calls himself Pilgrim.

You know, it's not
too late to turn back.

You can, but I'm going to Vultures Peak.

- Typical.
- Hey, hold on, you smell that?

Visitors.

I'd say you're a sight for sore
eyes, but, as you can see...

My name's Sunny. This is Bajie.

And...

I sense you have
another traveling companion.

My son, Henry.

Old ears,

but accustomed to detecting
small sounds.

Rest your rumps.

- Thank you.
- You must be famished.

So, you're looking for the witch, eh?

Well, you got a long day's
journey ahead of you.

We're not waiting till morning.

Oh, you don't want to go traipsing
through the wasteland at night.

The moon's got his back to us.

You'll be his blind as I am.

Ah, smart thinking. Hey.

Is my food ready yet?

Nothing like sharing
a meal with new friends.

Bless you. Thank you.

I want snipers every 30 yards
on top of that building.

I'm guessing you're in charge?

Who are you?

Nathaniel Moon, your new Regent.

But the Regent was just through here.

Did he look like this?

He had another Clipper
with him, and a baby.

Said the Widow wanted to get it
to a healer across the lines.

- You didn't find that odd?
- Well, at first,

but, you have to understand,
we've lost half our force.

And then he shows up
with all these skills.

He's the reason we took the pass.

Is that so?

- Which direction did he go?
- North-west.

Into the wasteland.

That's it. You're just gonna leave?

What about our reinforcements?
Our supplies?

The Widow just throws us on the line,

then hangs us out to dry. How does
she expect us to win this war, huh?

Or does she even care?

Patch him up, then send word back
that you need a new commander.

Henry.

Hey, wake up.

- Henry! Henry!
- What, what happened?

Henry!

He took Henry.

You need to go to the medical tent.

I'll survive.

Sunny's probably
already in the wasteland.

I need to go.

Damn, we're really gonna miss you.

The wasteland's no place
to be traveling alone.

He killed my mother.

And you almost killed mine.

I thought I was doing you a favor.

Hey, asshole.

Not that I give a shit what
happens to you, but she does.

In fact, she's the only one that does.

So, shut up, and listen to her.

I've got plenty of reasons
to hate the Widow,

her hypocrisy, her lies...

But I can't say I'm any better.

We're trapped in a cycle.

Blood for blood.

And we're the ones
who want to change this world,

but we can't if we keep
fighting each other.

Where does it end?

For me,

after I kill Sunny.

He, he's lost his wife,
M.K., he has a baby.

I can't let you do this.

You can and you will.

Tilda?

The boy you knew is dead.

No.

Let this one go.

M.K.

You better tell the Widow.

My scouts have tracked Pilgrim
to this island fortress.

It's a day's hike.

How many fighters does he have?

The only ones you need to worry
about are the two demons

who massacred my garrisons
single-handed.

Dark ones.

Don't come back without Pilgrim's head.

Or I'll make sure 50 Cogs lose theirs.

These are the blind man's.

He must have used a walking
stick to find his way.

But to find his way where?

Where the hell in all this
nothing, was he going?

Oh.

- Scared of the dark?
- Yeah, well...

I mean, now you come
to mention it, I never...

I never really got over being
trunked by the Abbots as a child.

You go first. It's your baby.

Well...

What was this place?

I think it's where
healers treated the sick.

Must have been a lot of sick people.

Poor little buggers.

I wonder what happened?

Let's keep moving.

We need to go. Now.

What about Henry?

We'll come back with weapons
and torches. Let's go.

_

A hundred workers just
walked away because of this?

Closer to 200.

We've got acres of poppy going to waste.

Who is this Pilgrim?

According to the workers who
stayed, he claims to be a prophet.

His acolytes handed out these
flyers, promising paradise,

in a resurrected Azra.

Azra!

Must be some kind of huckster if
he's peddling that moth-eaten dream.

Maybe.

But word is spreading.

And people are listening.

It's time this Pilgrim understood
who he's dealing with.

I'm not sure that a show of
force is the right move.

- We don't need another enemy.
- Agreed.

Which is why my Viceroy and I are
going to go pay him a visit.

Luckily, he drew us a map.

Are they what I think they are?

Yeah.

Bugger.

You know, you have got me into
some seriously f'ed up shite

in the short time I've
known you, but this shite?

It makes all the other shite
look like a lazy day in bed.

That's my son.

He belongs to us, now.

Normally, we would kill you,

in which case you would help
nourish our tribe,

and by extension, the boy.

You know what he means
by "nourish" right?

Are you offended by our diet?

It wouldn't be my first choice, no.

The little there is to eat
here is contaminated

by the poison
that infects the wasteland.

Whereas the flesh of a fully grown man

can sustain us for months.

You said "normally"

you'd kill us.

We don't wish to deprive
the boy of a father.

So we'll offer you a choice
we don't offer most.

Join us.

If we agree?

Then you also agree
to sacrifice your sight

and walk with us in the darkness.

Is there a third choice?

You have one day to decide.

No longer. Take them away.

So I'm guessing that you don't want
to end up on that butchering table?

I knew who these people are, Bajie.

'Cause I helped put them here.

It was revenge for Quinn's son.

A band of renegade Clippers
kidnapped and mutilated him,

then demanded ransom.

Instead, Quinn sent Waldo
to track them down.

I was his Colt.

It was my first hunting party.

You're probably wondering
why you're not dead.

That would be my preference.

But, I have my orders.

So I'm gonna let you go.

Don't start celebrating just yet.

Cause you ain't gonna
be seeing much of the world.

Or anything else.

Your loyalty

to your Baron

should have been blind.

Okay, sunshine,

you want to be a Clipper?

She's next.

Please.

Have mercy.

Bastards, making you do that.

It's the way of the Badlands.

Violence equals power.

And now, it's come back to haunt me.

Come closer, dear one.

What is it?

The pellet from an owl,

containing the remnants
of its last meal.

A field mouse.

Isn't it beautiful?

I'm worried about Castor.

He's getting worse.

This isn't Castor's challenge.

It is yours.

It's a harsh lesson.

Some must die,

so that others can live.

Castor's final journey may come sooner

than any of us hoped.

But God will not allow
that void to go unfilled.

A new dark one has emerged.

You must go and find them.

And bring them back to join our fold.

I can't leave Castor alone.

His faith will keep him strong.

For now.

When it finally fades,

you will have a new brother or
sister standing by your side.

A visitor.

I'd say you were aight for sore
eyes, but as you can see...

I'm looking for two men.

Sorry, not many folks come by here.

But why don't you grab
a squat and a plate

and we'll see if I can't help you out?

- Thanks, but like I said...
- I won't take no for an answer.

Food and company
are scare in these parts.

Rest your rump.

You must be famished.

Why not?

Leave us, brothers.

So, you're the Widow.

My enemies call me that.

And your friends?

Let's see which one
you turn out to be first.

Well, then, you can call me Pilgrim.

Our High Priestess,

Cressida.

My Viceroy, Lydia.

Why don't you show
the Viceroy the archive?

I'm sure she'll be intrigued

by the many artifacts
we've gathered on our journey.

As you wish, Pilgrim.

This way.

I call myself Pilgrim,

because that's what I am.

A traveler, a seeker of truth.

Wisdom, and above all, Azra.

A dusty fable.

To those who lack faith.

Guys, get over here.

We found relics of many ancient
creeds on our way here.

Each offered wisdom,

despite their flaws.

People are so thirsty to believe,
they grasp at false idols

instead of reaching for

something greater.

Is that what you told my people
to get them to join your cult?

Your people?

This one word betrays so much.

Pride, entitlement.

Blindness.

You can't create lasting change,
unless you change people themselves.

- And how would you do that?
- With faith.

With Azra.

I was raised by a man of true faith.

And he taught me to spot a
hustler when I see one.

So much anger.

You talk of faith, and you have none.

You accept this brutal world
as all there is.

I have no doubt that your
father was a believer.

But so often, faith
is used by the powerful

to keep their people docile.

Accepting the misery
of their lives for the promise

of a better one in the hereafter.

And how is that any different
from what you're promising?

Azra is not a paradise in heaven.

Azra is a paradise here on Earth.

And you are welcome to join us here.

Maybe

you will find the faith

you could not find with your father.

I have learned that these
mighty creatures ruled the Earth

for many millions of years, only
to be extinguished in an instant.

Human empires are even more fragile.

But the Badlands has lasted 100 years.

And it will last for hundreds more.

- With better leaders.
- Starting with you, of course.

But what happens once you're gone?

Will the changes you've made
take root, or wither and die?

_

You turned off his gift.

How did you do that?

God has blessed me with
a unique ability.

The better to do his work.

And he has blessed you with guile.

Using this visit to murder us.

I saved his life.

Unless, perhaps, you're
playing a deeper game.

Saving me, to secure my friendship.

Wait.

Chau is the only Baron who
brands her Clippers and Cogs.

Looks like you've already
made an enemy of one Baron.

Maybe you shouldn't be so
quick to alienate the other.

My apologies.

And my thanks
for your timely assistance.

And you are right. There is no reason

for us to be enemies, and good
reason for us to be friends.

Why don't you join our crusade?

I lost my religion a long time ago.

I'm sure many more
will find theirs with us.

As long as you don't do
your recruiting on my land,

we won't have a problem.

Now if you don't mind,
I have a baronee to run.

And a war to win.

I can feel the boy's fever.
What's wrong with him?

It's from the poison in my blood.

He's going to die if I don't get
him to a woman named Ankara.

The witch?

She helps no one.

And besides, this child
isn't dying. I would know.

I've given birth to many who did.

We saw.

In those jars.

I couldn't part with them.

It was like parting with hope.

That's the only thing we have
left, in this cursed place.

We're from the Badlands.

Jarl and I were Clippers
for rival Barons

trained to kill each other,
but instead, we fell in love.

We fled.

But Jarl's Baron tracked us down.

He blinded us

for trying to have a life.

Why do I sense that you understand?

I was also a Clipper

who tried to leave my Baron for love.

His revenge was to kill my wife.

All the more reason
for you to join us.

That's not all.

I was the boy who took your sight.

It was my test to become a Clipper.

And you tell me this knowing
that you will be damned?

I'm telling you this, because
I feel I owe you the truth.

Because without my son,
I'm damned anyway.

Unbelievable.

You had to tell her, didn't you?

I hate to interrupt.

This one came with
quite the bag full of tricks.

Or, a handful, I should say.

At least, you will be able
to catch up with old friends.

Goodnight, gentlemen.

And don't worry, I'll wake
you up for breakfast.

Oh, he means us.

Well, this, uh...

A bit awkward, isn't it?

Are you gonna say anything?

Or are you just gonna
glare at us all night?

- Shut up, Bajie.
- Well, I am constitutionally

- unable to do that. Just ask him.
- Enough.

If we're going to survive this, we're
going to have to work together.

What can you do with that thing?

It has two extendable swords.
Two spring-loaded darts.

- And a knife.
- Nothing for the ladies?

I'm gonna need your boots.

- My boots?
- Just get them off.

- Kick them over.
- That hurt just watching it. Hang on.

Are you gonna tell me
how to use that hand?

So you can kill me with it?

No. I don't help you,
at least both of you die.

- So will you.
- Being eaten.

Not such an honorable death, is it?

Oh, sweet.

You've had your day.
What's your decision?

Joining you would mean
letting my son die.

I can't do that.

Very well.

Kill 'em all!

Ha! You see.

It ain't over till the fat lady sings.

Not that I've got
a problem with fat ladies.

So, what happens when I let
you out of those chains?

What should have happened the
last time we crossed swords.

We fight with honor until
one of us is dead, Sunny.

Huh, wrong answer.

You see, that's the problem
with honorable men.

They don't know how to lie.

They have my son, and there's a lot
more of them than there are of us,

so we need to fight our way
out of this together.

You have my answer.

Sorry, Nathaniel.

Hey. Shh.

Quick, lock it.

You killed them all, didn't you?

Give me my son.

I'm sorry.

You're going to die down here.

Come with us.

Seriously?

I've lived in the darkness
too long to face the light.

I'm sorry, too.

Let's go.

Found your honor after all, huh?

Hey, that's enough.
Let's take it outside,

before someone else turns up, and
tries to turn us into a sausage.

Yeah?

Pick up my sword, Sunny.

I told you,

there was going to be a reckoning.

Now...

...pick it up.

Do you know why
those people were in there?

Because of me.
I blinded them when I was a Colt,

following my Regent's orders, who
was following our Baron's orders.

Blood for blood.

But I will not continue
that cycle with you, Nathaniel.

I'm not going to fight you.

And neither will Bajie.

This is yours.

How you use it is up to
you, but if you kill me,

my son is your responsibility.

Maybe you can find your honor in that.

I can't, Sunny.

I can't deny your son the
chance that was denied mine.

To grow up with his father.

So we're good?

Yeah.

My honor's been satisfied.

But the Widow still wants your head.

Don't come back to the Badlands.

Understood.

First, we survive blind cannibals,

then Moon decides not to kill us.

Maybe miracles do happen.

Yeah.

Maybe.

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