All language subtitles for The BASTARD Executioner - Ep. 10 - Blood and Quiescence (720p AMZN Web-DL)

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The Bastard Executioner.

Previously on The
Bastard Executioner...

Father Ruskin and Master
Gawain's son Luca

have been missing
for two days now.

The boy was in the
priest's charge.

Our priest made no
mention of a pilgrimage?

The boy doesn't know the woman.

Or Templar.

Return him to his village.

We will release the
child unharmed,

after you lead us
to the seraphim.

CORBETT: I will let you both
complete your vengeance.

If our reeve and Sir Locke
should meet an untimely death,

I will assume it was

but a risk of their sworn duty.

What do you know?

ANNORA: They were taken.

Because of me.

Because of you?

Who took them?!

Where's Luca?

Do not howl at me
with such anger!

I will howl like a devil!

Wilkin, no.

My son.

(Annora crying)

(crickets trilling)

Sit.

*

Deadly tools for a priest.

(door opens)

*

(door creaks)

The punisher's wife
seems settled for now.

Yes, but my deception will
not last beyond sunup.

She will expect the priest and
her son to have returned.

Then I will spin a tale

that puts her mind
at ease, Baroness.

And no better one to spin a
tale than my inventive maiden.

Thank you, Isabel.

You care for him deeply.

This man who pretends
to be our punisher.

I do.

Well, then it seems
you have acquired

the adventure your spirit
longs for, dear Love.

Yes.

(indistinct chatter)

Marshal.

That is not my name.

Toran Pritchard.

A barley farmer from
West River Riding.

You killed a woman the
night of the raid.

Stabbed her in the belly
and slit her throat.

A beautiful,

robust woman.

She was my wife.

And the punisher...

another hooded bandit as well?

Hiding behind false faces

under our very noses.

Make haste

with your vengeance.

No plea for mercy?

I follow the orders
of my commander,

but I alone own the blood
that my blade spills.

I earned no mercy.

But you have earned
a fair fight.

(both grunting)

*

It is most fitting

that you be the one

to deliver me to my
beloved wife and boy.

No plea for mercy?

This place holds no mercy.

No mercy, perhaps.

But it still holds honor.

Any other attempts on my
life, and I will kill you.

But with this,

our debt is clear.

And the lie that binds me here?

If I knew of such a lie and
I didn't take your head,

I would stand equally accused.

You and the punisher have
earned your place here.

(panting)

(coughing)

(crying)

* Born with a heart

* That could ache
more than beat *

* The mind of a killer

* The soul of the meek

* Flock with no shepherd

* Is a vulnerable game

* I can live without a hearth *

* Without love

* But I do need a name

* Father, do you burn

* If your hand is in fire?

* Does your head
spin with rage *

* When fooled by the liars?

* King of the kings

* Do you feel any pain?

* Do you feel any pain?

The Book of the Nazarene.

My devotion... Has
it all been a lie?

No.

Your devotion is true.

That is what the pages reveal.

Jesus was just a man, Wilkin.

But God spoke through him.

Filled his heart

with profound love

and divine wisdom.

He knew that devotion

was a singular experience

between man and God.

A church built to glorify that

could only lead

to greed and destruction.

History has proven
that over and over.

Countless lives lost in
the service of faith.

How could a loving God

ever wish that on his children?

And the gospels?

Filled

with much of God's truth

and much of man's persuasion.

Why does the seraphim
keep this a secret?

The seraphim carries

the Nazarene's words
on their flesh.

In his original text.

To be passed on

from generation to generation,

so it can never be lost.

It will be given to man

when the truth of the
pages can be understood.

The Rosula never want
it to be understood.

That is why they hunt you down.

To destroy this truth.

There is always one who
carries the blood.

And 12 disciples

who guide and protect.

They have already killed

four of my 12.

You carry the blood.

It was God's intention

to have Jesus deliver

these teachings to man.

His blood will be
the one to do it,

when the time is made clear.

His blood.

The lineage of the Nazarene.

I am his blood.

A descendant

of Jesus the Nazarene.

And when my mate was revealed...

we passed on the lineage.

Are you the nun and warrior
I've seen in my visions?

We have both been many people

with many names.

We have watched you,

guided you,

loved you

from afar.

Am I that blood?

You have learned much truth...

much too soon.

DARK MUTE: Truth...

that is needed to save the boy.

Yea.

Luca.

How are we to fight
such a powerful foe?

You will do as Jesus did.

Reach out your hand

to the ones you love

and ask for help.

Good morning.

Perhaps.

She awaits you.

If you deceive her or cause
her harm in any way,

you will be met with the
wrath of her maiden.

And I assure you, sir,
your torture devices

cannot match the pain

I will bring.

Understood.

Thank you for allowing us the
privacy of your chambers.

Yes, of course.

Have you learned
anything of the healer?

Yes.

She knows who holds the
priest and the boy.

Although her story is
indeed extraordinary,

it is the only truth we have.

Extraordinary truth
seems to be our fate.

Yes.

Luca and Father
Ruskin were taken

by men looking for Annora.

They saw the priest
visit her cave

before she knew
there was danger.

They assumed he knew
where she fled.

Ruskin was watching Luca

when they came for him.

Who are these men?

The Knights Rosula,

a clandestine order
under the charge

of the archdeacon of Windsor.

They believe Annora and
others like her pose a threat

to the Church.

That is why Robinus was here,

not to examine accounts,

but to start the
search for Annora.

What possible threat could
a gentle, aged woman

present to the Church?

She has ancient documents

in her possession
that cast doubt

upon the Church's most
significant teachings.

I find it difficult to believe

that a man as pious
as Archdeacon Robinus

would endanger the
life of a child.

Yea.

But we must meet
Robinus and his Rosula

to find out if it is
indeed a harsh truth

or the delusion of
a potion maker.

You do not think
it is a delusion.

I do not, my lady.

I believe Annora to be true

and deeply pious.

(sighs)

To post a military campaign

against the Pope's most
trusted archdeacon.

It cannot be the shire's
men who take on this task.

That would put you
and your reign

at risk.

I need men who are willing
to fight under no banner

but that of friendship

and the faith that I lead
them to the right cause.

I have that faith.

And so do my friends
who are in servitude.

They have fought alongside
me many a time.

If they take on this
dangerous task,

might their sentences
be reduced?

Yes, I will see to that.

Thank you, Love.

I will need Milus.

Acquiring other skilled men.

I have no secrets
from our chamberlain.

I will ask but one more time.

Priest to priest,

in service of your holy vow,

where does the seraphim hide?

As I've told your
most pious master

more times than I can recall,

this cave is the only place

I ever met the healer

and the scarred Templar.

(growls) Taking the
life of a child,

is that in service of your vows?

He will be martyred

if it forces the truth that
gives us what we need.

Cut the boy's throat.

No!

They hide at Heaven's Eye,

in the thick briars
of the hillsides.

How do you know this, boy?

My father, sir.

He buys remedies
from the gray woman.

I've traveled with
him many times.

Search the briars.

I want them alive.

(grunts)

*

What favor will you
demand of me, Moor?

Keeping my secret.

A vigil watch as I pray.

What is the price?

(drawer opening)

A Koran.

Now you know my secret.

So there is no price
I can demand.

We are bound in heresy.

Faiths that have
only known discord

now serve each other.

An unlikely turn in history.

(chuckles)

What of your history, Aiden?

(drawer closing)

What crime brought 20 years

of slavery to the quill?

I was the scribe
here, a freeman,

the baron's first year of rule.

This young.

Teutonic Knight would
not cease taunting me.

Mocking my Jew face.

Every day, I let that
hatred pass through me

like a familiar wind.

The wind that leaves
the burn of madness.

I pierced him

four times with my dagger.

He lived.

I was tortured,

hung from high chains

for six months.

Then...

sent back to my stacks

to die.

Four stabs to the knight...

In his back?

No.

Dagger to dagger.

Face to face.

I was raised

in a dirt hole, good Moor,

by a pack of devout

and angry Turkish wolves.

Torah and survival.

Some of the skills I
acquired serve me.

Others bring only pain.

Your manner

and poise,

you come from no dirt hole.

Nobility?

Scholars.

Gentle and decent.

They taught me to think freely,

to question.

To push for truth.

A skill that served me

until the conquest.

Then brought pain.

Exiled?

Escaped.

My wife and daughter
with her father,

made it out through the
Andorran trade routes.

My brother and I...

found false passage

on a labor ship.

Our final port...

Paradise.

(sighs)

This is a great risk
you propose, Baroness,

inspired by the tale
of a strange woman

you hardly know.

A risk taken to save the lives

of our priest and a child.

I have reason to believe
her story is true.

Our punisher would
be that reason.

Yes.

The man we both know
as Wilkin Brattle.

I see your bond has
grown to inspire truth.

A truth you have known

from the moment he stepped
through our gates.

Your ability to
turn complications

into advantages
is what makes you

such a valuable chamberlain.

Was that a compliment, my lady?

I believe it was.

(sighs)

I will provide the men

to take back the
priest and the boy.

The only thing that
I ask in return

is that you give
heartfelt consideration

to Baron Pryce.

That my lady stays open

to the prospect of a marriage
that will protect our shire.

I will stay open to all...
prospects.

Thank you, Baroness.

Despite your
aggressive, secretive

and often illicit tactics,

I am quite fond of you, Milus.

I believe you left
out "godless."

I'm fond of you as
well, dear Love.

Why am I still confined, maiden?

Lady Love needs to be certain

that no one has heard
of your attack on her.

Word of such things can
spread like a dry fire.

You will be free as soon as
she confirms its secrecy.

She promised I could see my boy.

Luca must be deep with
worry about his mother.

And you shall see him,

as soon as he returns
from his hunting venture.

Hunting?

The baroness said the
priest took him fishing.

Yes.

Hunting for fish.

Big fish.

That need to be ripped from
the stream by pike and hook,

then wrestled to the ground.

Time well spent for a boy.

(door opens, closes)

(baby fusses)

And you have no doubt
that we will find

these Rosula at the coves?

ANNORA: They will use the boy to
pull the truth from the priest.

Then wait for my
return at the coves.

WILKIN: We can expect
at least two legions

of Rosula Knights, all skilled.

And very deadly.

No fear of dying.

And we bring how many
men to this fight?

I can recruit a
half legion or more

of knights and horsemen
that will fight for pay.

No concern for decree.

LADY LOVE: If I am able to
find out their whereabouts,

I should be able to bring some
familial help to our table.

I know another who
would be willing

to trade risk for
years of servitude.

Luca.

Son!

Who are you?

Where is my son?

What have you done with my boy?!

Jess...

Demon!

Hideous demon!

CORBETT: I will have my
men ready by midday.

TORAN: We will be ready as well.

You cannot risk a journey
that might put you

into the mouth of the Rosula.

You will be safe within
the walls of our castle.

Thank you.

We will most certainly need the
blade of your hooded protector.

(door opens)

A conspiring table.

Full of adulterers,
liars and witches!

No, dear Jessamy.

We do not conspire.

(screams)

*

We found no truth
at Heaven's Eye.

I will tell you.

(muffled whimpering)

What will become of her?

A mortal assault on a baroness?

Yea.

LOCKE: With me.

Your wife spoke some
remarkable things

as her mouth was being strapped.

The delusion of madness.

Perhaps...

Wilkin.

The truth.

Who are you?

Wilkin Brattle.

Former knight in
Longshanks' army,

under the high command
of Erik Ventris.

Ventris?

For the last five years, I've
been but a barley farmer

in West River Riding.

The cross... you wear
around your neck

belonged to my wife.

She carried our child.

Both were slain by the man

who now wears it as
a spoil of victory.

I did not kill that
pregnant woman, your wife.

I was ordered as such,
but I could not.

Now who speaks
remarkable things?

(both grunting)

I wear this not as plunder
but as a reminder.

God before crown.

(Jessamy whimpers)

PETRA: No.

No, my love.

*

(breathes heavily)

I found her on top of the
heap of innocent villagers.

Dead.

Our daughter cut from her womb.

Corbett knew his warrior
at first glance.

Allowed your deception.

Turned you into his...
obliging pawn.

(door opens)

The baroness wishes
only confinement

for the wife of Maddox.

Until a trial can convene.

What happened here, Reeve?

Nothing you do not already know.

Sire.

(door clanks shut)

A fire burned recently
in the hearth.

Provisions and possessions that
would not have been left behind.

Good, we will wait.

Post scouts up and
down the shoreline.

If this is but another
deception, kill the boy.

Slowly.

Ruskin to be witness
to the pain he caused.

Then kill the heretical
priest as well.

Yes, master.

*

*

I hope one of those burn for me.

Are you in need of
prayers, Sir Brattle?

(scoffs)

From the moment my eyes open

till they close
again with sleep.

Do you truly believe
the vision we shared

was that of our child's birth?

I do.

Does that trouble you?

No.

It fills me with
so many feelings.

None are troubling.

Your arrival at the castle.

The things that led you here...

Oh, the journey had a greater
plan than the man bound to it.

I feel that as well.

Yet I see no clear path
for it to travel forward.

The best paths are always cut
at a full gallop, my lady.

Even if one gets lost and
cannot find their way home?

Perhaps home was the destination
and not the return.

Baroness.

We are ready, brother.

Yea.

All of those candles burn for
you and your safe return.

Do not lose your
way, dear Wilkin.

Please find your way home.

I will return.

I promise.

(indistinct chatter)

LEON: Chamberlain.

We have heard of your
need for soldiers.

A mission to rescue

the punisher's boy
and our priest.

A venture not to be penned

in any battle journal.

We are prepared.

This fray will not
fill anyone's coffers.

We wish to help, not to plunder.

Yea.

We will need your skills.

(horse snorts)

*

(playing simple melody)

A forgotten memory.

(continues playing)

My father would pluck
it on his gusli

to ease me into sleep.

He said God used it to
call home the angels.

And where was the place

that you called home, Annora?

I was born on a trail

outside of... Ulichi.

We were on our way
to the Black Sea.

Always on our way.

Home was never a place.

It was the comfort of
my mother and father.

I miss that.

A comfort that no
castle can provide.

I am happy

to see the comfort you find

spending time with Wilkin.

His presence soothes me.

Makes you feel safe.

And loved.

What is your bond to Wilkin?

I see the deep affection
you share with him.

Answers will come, Love.

Seek out the ones who
give you comfort.

They know what is true.

*

Cliffs begin to rise a
mile from the coves.

If the Rosula bring archers,
they'll be perched there.

We ride shoulder to shoulder.

A single line. Stay
a slender target.

Yea. The most armored
to the inner flanks.

We should make haste

before the tide
forces a new plan.

We wait on an ally.

Is this the familiar
strength our lady promised?

Her Welshmen?

They are most definitely Welsh.

CORBETT: This is the Byth Encil.

Yea.

Led by their Wolf.

Who brings these
traitors to our cause?

WILKIN: A mission without decree

has no traitors, Chamberlain.

Only friends and foe.

And the Wolf can be trusted
swinging a sword at our side?

His loyalty may be contrary,

but his honor is no
different than ours.

Our battle's already
lost without them.

Wilkin.

(seagulls squawking)

(hooves thundering)

*

Halt!

(exhales)

WILKIN: Two legions or more.

Armor from hoof to head.

WILKIN: What is it?

We will not defeat
them on steeds.

You will know what to do.

I don't understand.

You will.

Ich liebe dich.

Templar.

Halt there!

Do what he says.

The Templar.

A seraphim would not
deliver himself to us.

Then it is the gray
woman we want.

The Ventrishire chamberlain.

They hide the seraphim
at their castle.

Kill the heathens.

Yes, master.

(breathing hard)

Sanguis enim Dei!

(knights shouting)

(horses screaming)

(men screaming)

Ha!

(roaring)

(shouts)

(neighs)

(playing simple melody)

(shouting, grunting)

*

Ah!

Go!

Go!

We must go.

This cannot be.

Master!

(grunting)

If you kill me, priest,

you will secure
your place in hell.

(grunts)

CORMAC: Master!

Master!

Devil.

(shouts)

Please.

WILKIN: Luca!

(grunting)

Are you hurt?

No.

(grunts)

*

You risk much and lose many.

Tell me, Wolf...

what do you gain
from this fight?

We never fight for gain, sir.

We fight to keep what
is already ours.

Baroness. Chamberlain.

Our mission, completed.

All are safe.

Father.

My lady.

I am so relieved.

And I am deeply sorry
this peril came to you.

No, your well-being
is my responsibility.

I should be the one
to offer contrition.

Thank you.

If you will pardon
me, I should retire.

A wash and a change
of tunic are due.

(chuckles)

Lady Love,

good sirs.

You should rest as well, Reeve.

Your bravery today
was most admirable.

Your service true.

And service to
that which is true

is our sworn duty, is it
not, good chamberlain?

Indeed.

Sire.

Baroness.

Thank you, Reeve.

(sighs)

How many men did we lose?

Four of our soldiers

and the healer's mate.

The hooded man?

That is most sad.

It was a righteous and
most fitting death.

The Wolf and his band of yellow
faces were an unexpected ally.

The rebels?

That is highly unexpected.

Perhaps they heard tell of
the boy and holy priest.

Put humanity before pride.

That would offer hope
and the prospect

of peace.

Perhaps.

(sighs)

How long do I have before
the truth is known, Milus?

Our king is in the
throes of love lost

and baronial persuasion.

I would say two months,

three if we avoid missives.

(sighs)

The child of Lady Love
and Baron Ventris

was so blessed,

so special,

that God called him to heaven

before he was even born.

You will handle it
with grace, Love.

Yes.

Our punisher was...

on his way to the healer,

the music chamber.

Thank you, Milus.

My aggressive, secretive

and illicit tactics are always

at your service, my lady.

(bell tolling)

Are they deaf as well as dense?

Pardon?

Fresh rags for our punisher.

Yes, a full basket.

Just rags only.

For the torture... cleaning.

So pretty,

so dumb.

(slow song playing)

Another talent of a
forgotten lifetime?

I am so glad you are both safe.

(plays chords)

His spirit is still whole.

Yea.

Safe within these walls.

Will you play it again, please?

That is enough, little minstrel.

Take you to a bath

before your father is forced
to cut off your fingers

for dirtying the noble organ.

(groans)

The Rosula legions
fell to our swords.

Robinus as well.

One red cloak escaped,
but he was wounded.

No horse or provisions.

He will not make it through
the harsh coastal night.

Thank you.

Your mate.

I know.

I'm sorry.

*

I'm so glad you are safe.

I am home, my Love.

(insects chirping)

There are two more
jugs in the back.

A few good swallows every
three or four hours

will keep her in sleep.

Baron Pryce's scout

will meet you at the lime
quarry south of the border.

Give him this purse.

He will take her from there.

Yes, mon liege.

The southern trail
is whipped by wind.

Do you not have a cloak?

No.

(sighs)

No, mon liege, I cannot...

Shh, shh.

Go.

Before the guards wonder
why I take such interest

in the transport of dead skins.

Merci.

(reins snap)

May I ask

what will become of
her, Chamberlain?

The punisher's journal will
tell how she threw herself

into the water pit,
never to be seen again.

And what waits for
her in Pryceshire?

She goes to a sanctuary,

where they will
treat her madness,

offer cures.

Is it true they drill
into your head,

then drive anointed rods
through the fresh holes?

If true, I would rather
live with madness.

When was the last time
you had an anointed rod

in your fresh hole, maiden?

Please.

We've already thrown away
law and status this night.

Then it depends, sir.

How was the rod anointed?

In size or firmness?

Before Master Gawain
and Sir Brattle

arrived at my court,

I was an honest

and most pious woman.

Have I ruined you, my lady?

A part of me.

The part that believed my heart

would never be open again.

As well as other things...

to be open.

Then you've ruined me
as well, my angel.

(sighs)

Tell me,

dear man.

Who am I to lay with this night?

Honored warrior,

barley farmer,

Maddox the punisher?

Which would you prefer?

Perhaps all three.

* Boy aimless and angry

* Ran hard from the day

* Left love at the crossroads

* Into a man that I hate

* I fight for the hope

* That blood has a face

* To give me a kiss

* For the faith that I waste

(sighs) Do you love me?

I have always loved you.

* Should I drop to my knees?

* Scream your name out in vain? *

* Tell me, good teacher

* Are we all just insane?

* King of the kings

* Do you feel

* Any pain?

* King of the kings

* Do you feel any pain?

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* Sha-la, la-la-la

* The birds are singing
* Sha-la, la-la-la

* It's a beautiful day and
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MAN: Don't feel sorry for me.

I've had a great life,

made great friends.

(voice whispering) Thanks
for making my life special.

We had a good life together.

I hope I helped yours.

Couldn't ask for much more.

Peace and love.

- What's your clown name?
- Renoir.

Can't have no clown here named Renoir.
You're Baskets.

- Great.
- You're hired.

I am?

Care for a cup of coffee before you leave?
No, I'm okay.

(slurps)

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