All language subtitles for Motherland.Fort.Salem.S02E09.720p.Web.x264.AAC.2ch.ESub.S420

(speaking in Mothertongue)

I lost you at the end...

He's challenging you
to a duel.

Tally:
Previously on Motherland ...

Fly the compass.

(indistinct) around my neck.
And she is why.

That is witch plague.
I don't understand.

I have always loved you.

Abigail: They're never gonna
stop coming after us.

You're not alone in wanting
witches to come out

and tell me everything
you know

about Nicte Batan.

I think Nicte
created the Spree.

Why isn't General Alder
a bigger part of that story?

They already surrendered.

I am so sick of your

prattling peace-maker
bullshit!

My mother loved me.
She died for me!

Stop it!
We have to find Nicte!

Abigail: You just took down
the leader of the Spree.

Hello, Sarah. You're looking
surprisingly well.

This is still my army.
Don't forget that.

(helicopter whirring)

(sirens chirp)

Mr. Vice President,

it wasn't necessary for you
to come all the way here.

General, it wasn't my call.

Alder: Madame President...

General Bellweather
didn't tell me

that you'd be attending
the interrogation.

I know.

Where is Nicte Batan?

You haven't aged a day.

I could say the same about you.

At least witches
don't have to die

to keep me looking young.

Petra: It's our hope,
Madame President,

that rendition will yield
the names and locations

of Spree leaders
and their cells.

And then the threat of
the Spree will be behind us,

and we can focus our efforts
where they should be:

the Camarilla.

(distorted sounds)

(screams)

Nicte: Oops.

Was it something I thought?

I'm more than happy to tell
you what you'd like to know.

Using my mouth.

But I'm going to need
Tally Craven

asking the questions
from here on out.

Then we don't have
any time to waste.

(opening theme plays)

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(laughing, chatter)

He deserved it.

I guess the rest of Sekhmet
gets back later today, huh?

You think anyone else tried to
kill each other over break?

Shit... you three
tried to kill each other?

Kinda, yeah.

Another little present
from Nicte.

-(laughter)
-Well...

All that matters now is
you three... pains in my ass...

(chuckling)

Anacostia:
brought in the founder

of the damn Spree.

-Sure did.
-Yeah!

(chuckling)

Raelle: Anacostia...

Whatever you
and Scylla were up to,

brought her and my mom
back to me.

And I'm back here with
all of you because of it.

So thank you.

To Anacostia Quartermain.

To Willa Collar.

I hate to interrupt--

I need to borrow
Craven for a bit.

The prisoner
is asking for you.

We're coming, too.

Petra:
Uh, she was very clear...

she'll speak to Tally,
and only Tally.

I'll be all right.

Adil: Sister.

Where have you been?

Making the world a safer place

for our people.

You killed someone...?

I know "tradition" forbids
crossing certain lines-

Justify and rationalize
all you want,

but violence is not our way.

Sometimes it's the only way.

You liked it...

didn't you?

They had girls in cages,
Khalida.

Girls no older than you.

They think we're animals
that can be slaughtered.

They take our voices
and use them against us.

All the more reason
to stay quiet.

In silence,
we won't survive.

Then we won't.

And peace...

will die with us.

Your dad's really good
with Tiffany.

Yeah, he's an old pro.

Um, have you--
Have you met Quinn yet?

I did.

I really like her.

She's finding
a home for Tiffany.

Does your dad know?

About us?

Is there an us
to know about?

Kinda stepped
into that one, huh?

I meant, does he know
about who I used to be.

He think he knows not to ask
too many questions.

Are you doing all right
otherwise?

I am.

I think I've even
made a new friend.

(chirps)

She's briefed and ready.

You don't have to do this,
cadet.

If you don't feel comfortable.

No, I think it's important

that we hear what
she has to say.

(door closes)

You can hardly blame me
for stealing that face.

Look at those dimples.

I could winter in one
and summer in the other.

We know a gathering
of Spree leadership
was attacked by

the Camarilla earlier
this year in Brussels.

How many other Spree cells
are still in operation?

Wipe out one.
Wipe out a hundred.

You can't stop an idea.

Names of cell leaders, then.

Failing that, locations.

There's a tenacity there

that Alder hasn't
marched out of you yet.

We could use that on our side.

You're wasting her here,
Sarah.

fighting for civilians

who would just as soon
watch her burn

as pin a medal to her chest.

They might have
a higher opinion of us

if you'd stop
murdering them.

(scoffs)

How many witches died
in military engagements

in the last year, globally?

I'd have to check--

When you do,
run those numbers

against our
civilian bodycount.

You expect us to believe
you kill one civilian

for every witch
that dies in combat?

Do the math.

My God...

That can't be true,
can it?

You told them you would answer
questions from me.

So answer them.

That isn't why
I asked for you.

I wanted someone
questioning me

who was interested
in the truth.

This is getting us nowhere.

Craven, you are dismissed.

You talked about numbers.

How many civilians died

in the very first
Spree attack?

That's easy.
One for every one of

Esterbrook's rebels
in Liberia.

The rebels killed themselves.

That's because
General Sarah Alder
forced them to

using my Work,
without so much as telling me,

against innocent people.

Is that why she erased
the fact

that you never existed?

Nicte: That. And, of course,

because I then used that
same Work to start the Spree.

General...

Let's have a chat
about the future.

General Bellweather,
accompany us, please.

Wade: Three hundred years.

You've done a lot of good,
haven't you?

America deserves nothing less.

Too true.

We should talk about
the lines you've crossed

in order to make that
"good" happen.

War is not a pretty thing.

Neither is politics.

My many transgressions,
however,

have never included...

the deployment of untested
Basic cadets against the Spree.

Lives were saved.

And what about being
one step removed

from the creation
of the Spree?

How many lives were
saved then, General?

Everything I have done
and continue to do

-is in the best interest of--
-Of yourself!

Just last week,
you were attacked

and you neglected to inform
the chain of command.

A regrettable lapse
in judgment on my part.

(scoffs) No more regrettable

than when you took it
upon yourself

to "puppet" me...

That is what you call it,
yes?

"Puppetting."

And "Pushing" is what
you did when you made me

agree to open
the testing centers.

That distinction is accurate.

Wade: Hm.

How do you propose
we move forward?

Based upon
the strained relations...

between the civilian
and witch communities

it's best no one
outside of this room

be aware of your connection

to the creation of the Spree.

And having delivered
a major victory

with the capture
of Nicte Batan,

you will step down...

with distinction.

I honestly don't know what
else I was expecting to see

when you said
"it's a mushroom wall."

Can I touch it?

She'll let you know
if you can't.

Cadet Bellweather,
this is a confidential project.

You sent word for me,
and I figured Abigail deserves

to see where the
Witchbomb comes from.

Need I remind the two of you
that I'm in charge here.

But even my authority
only extends so far.

Being taken off active duty?

Apparently your unique talents
are needed elsewhere.

Tally: So, you're gonna be
a show pony?

On a P.R. tour of the States,

trying to convince people that

the testing centers
are a good thing.

"Look at what you can do
if you find your voice."

I guess they think I'm most
useful as a recruiting tool.

Oh, it's just hard to
picture you as

the poster girl
for conscription.

Yeah. Have they met you?

(laughing)
Screw you both.

Raelle: Have you had any
fallout from questioning Nicte?

Tally: No. Not yet, but...

the truth is out.

Hey, something's up.

Raelle: M, what's going on?

Alder's stepping down.

Did they announce why?

-Does it matter?
-Yes.

People need to know why.

You three brought in Batan,

and Alder's going out
on a high note.

That's not the whole story.

(door shuts)

Hey, Red. New shampoo?

Alder's stepping down.

After my execution...
how ceremonial of her.

What did you think
was going to happen?

Truth comes out.

Alder learns a very valuable
lesson about ethics

and everything's all better
with a pretty little bow?

What, and you don't care that
nobody's gonna know the truth?

One way or the other,
this was always going to end

with my death.

Don't let this end you, Tally.

I know how much it hurts
to believe in someone...

and find out that person

isn't who you
thought they were.

Who lived a life.

Find something to love.

This is not your story.

I need to do something.

And this whole messed-up
system needs to change.

We have to stop
fighting each other

and start fighting
the real enemy.

before it's too late.

Good luck with that.

My death will inspire
new Spree

and that crone's not calling
the shots anymore.

I call that a win, Tally.

(dramatic music)

I'll need to address the base.

A statement will be provided
by the White House.

After Nicte's execution,
power will officially
transfer to me.

What will become
of the Biddies?

The program
is being retired

along with you.

(hissing)

Did you have any idea
what you were doing,

when you swept
Nicte under the rug?

Not at first.

I underestimated
the situation.

And soon enough,
it became advantageous

for the world to have
a common enemy...

so we didn't
destroy each other.

and the Spree
were easy to hate.

You think you would have
done a better job?

How many Heads of Intelligence
do you think I've appointed?

Must be at least a dozen.

Twenty-eight.

How many conflicts
do you think I've fought?

On the ground.

Fifty--

Eighty-one wars.

Each more brutal
than the last.

You can't even imagine
what I've seen...

The Bay of Bengal...

running red with British blood
as far as the eye could see...

the whole of
the Anatolian plateau

swarming with
just-woken dead so thick,

you could not see the ground.

a glacier cutting through
downtown Vienna

in the height of summer.

130,000 died in an afternoon.

All the horror...

all the glory...

gone...

for good.

You're ambitious, Petra.

And foolish.

I'm human.

Somewhere along the way,

I think you
forgot you are, too.

Welcome back.

(somber music)

(sobs)

Penelope:
Hey, we're not
supposed to be in here.

Not yet anyway,
but we'll get there.

Tally: Privates.

Maybe we shouldn't have
done this.

(chuckles) At ease.

Tally, uh, this is my Unit.

We're very excited
to start Basic.

Together.

The day you find your Unit

and your Unit finds you,

is a good one.
(chuckles)

There's an execution today.

That's insane, right?

The first one in, like,
two hundred years?

It's quite something.

Are you going?

Don't really have
much of a choice.

(suspenseful music)

(bell tolls)

(chuckles)

I wanted to congratulate you.

This is a momentous day.

Not only for our family,
but also for the country.

Now get to class.

That's an order.

There's more than a few things
I need to get settled

before the transition tonight.

I'm not going to class.

And where, pray tell,
will you be going?

To the front lines of
the fight with the Camarilla.

I understand...

and a-appreciate
your enthusiasm.

But there isn't even a "front"
to speak of yet.

You're wrong.

I was there, Ma'am.

I've been there every day
since the wedding.

There's something Adil and I
didn't say in the debrief.

What is this?

Abigail: What they took from
Charvel at the wedding.

It belongs with her,
back in the Grove.

Oh.

You have done
our family proud.

But I can't just
jump my daughter

over the rest of
War College.

How would that look?

It would look like
you were acknowledging

that the rest of War College

hasn't taken out
a Camarilla facility.

With all due respect,

we can't afford
to wait any longer

for the fight to come to us.

General.

Tell me what you need
to get started.

Soldier.

(knocking)

We need to talk about
the publicity tour.

After class, Cadet.

All right, I'll wait.

(exhales)

(discordant music)

Mom?

Hello, Sweetheart.

(gasps)

What's happening?

How are you here?

-Are you still dead?
-Yes.

But a part of me lives on.

What part?

The strongest part of me.

My love for you.

I'm sorry I had to leave you.

But it was the only way.

What else was I supposed to do?

Stay.

You were supposed to stay.

One of us wasn't walking out
of that room,

and we needed you to live.

What "we"?

We need you to see how
everything began.

How what began?

This, my daughter...

is the day we were born.

(dramatic music)

(cries)

Alder.

She helped the Militia push
back the British to the sea.

When she returned,
she found this.

The Camarilla took
everything from her.

Again and again.

Willa: They took her sister,
her first coven.

And yet she kept fighting so
that none would ever

have to endure
the grief she has.

What does this have to do
with the Mycelium?

(Alder sings)

Willa: This...

(singing continues)

Willa: Her song of Grief...

is how we came to be.

(singing continues)

(singing intensifies)

She built Fort Salem
on this very spot.

So that no matter
how long she lived,

she would never forget
about Us.

The Mycelium
is dead witches.

That's how you're here,
talking to me.

Is this where we go
when we die?

Willa: We live on
through the Mother...

And our power lives on
through you.

So that our Ancient Enemy
can finally be defeated,

and the Great War can be won.

(dramatic music)

(gasping)

Cadet?

I can still smell them burning.

Can't you smell it?

They're right there.

And they're all around us.

(sobs)

My mom's with them.

And they're a part of me.
Sdo she's with me.

They all are.

She gave me this gift,

And I'm not gonna let anybody
tell me how to use it.

Is this about
the recruitment tour?

I'm not going on any tour.

That's above both
our pay grades, Cadet.

No, it isn't.

(helicopter whirring)

Anacostia:
Nice bars, General.

Yours aren't bad either,
Captain Quartermain.

Thank you for the promotion.

How's your
"special initiative"

against the Camarilla
shaping up?

I'm afraid that's
"need to know".

(scoffs)

Intelligence suits you,
Captain.

"Intelligence"?

Sterling Woodlot,
what are you doing here?

Well, clearly not moving up
in the world like you.

I'm on Silver's detail now.

Stop pretending like
you don't keep tabs on me.

(chuckles)

How's life?

Busy. Strange.

This Batan situation is a mess.

It's worse than you think.

How?

Yeah, I'm in Intelligence now.

If I told you,
I'd have to kill you.

Well, then I'd die
a happy man.

Now what you're doing
to help Tiffany is, uh...

it's no small thing.

Here, look, I--I don't know
what kind of trouble

you've gotten yourself into,
but, uh...

when this is done, you're--
feel free to stay on

at the house
for as long as you like.

I've imposed too much already.

Look, if you're a part of
my little girl's life,

then you're
a part of mine, too.

She'll be safe
with the Dodgers.

The Community
saved me, too.

-So you remember me, okay?
-Thank you, Tiffany.

Yeah.

Come on, Tiffany,
I'll, uh, I'll walk you out.

Would you mind
going for a walk?

There's something
I'd like to show you.

(indistinct chatter)

(distorted cry)

(cawing)

(cawing continues)

♫ Twisting in the shadow ♫

♫ Anything more ♫

♫ Promises are hollow ♫

♫ We'll never know the truth ♫

♫ Whoa-oh-oh ♫

♫ Twisted games
Twisted games ♫

♫ Whoa-oh-oh ♫

♫ Twisted games
Twisted games ♫

(vocalizing)

♫ Twisted games ♫

♫ It's a twisted game ♫

(chirps)

What do you call it?

I call it Morrigan's Whisper.

(dog barks)

How do we use it
against the Camarilla?

(foreboding music)

I take no pleasure
in ending a witch's life.

But this woman is
no mere witch.

Nicte Batan is a murderer.

Her crimes against the
citizens of the United States

cannot go unanswered.

With her death,

we send a signal to Spree cells
around the world

that we will hunt them.

We will find them.

And we will end them.

She will not be burned,

because even our
most rank, vile enemy

deserves better than that.

With three strikes,

Nicte Batan will meet
the Goddess.

One for the heart.

One for the head.

And one for the soul.

Stop!

What are you doing?

(speaking in Mothertongue)

Wade: General Bellweather,
I do not know what this is

But do something about it.

I... can't.

I've never seen a witch
invoke it before.

This is between
the two of them now.

Craven,

I don't want to hurt you.

You're going to have to,

unless you want to
tell everyone

why we are really here.

(grunting)

(Tally gasping)

And one for the head!

Raelle: No!

(speaking in Mothertongue)

(speaking in Mothertongue)

(speaking in Mothertongue)

Nicte is guilty of every crime
she's been accused of,

but the world needs to know why
she did what she did.

Tell them.

Nicte was a soldier,

just like us.

Until the General betrayed her,

and tried to erase her
from history.

She started the Spree,

and plunged us into
twenty years of war;

witch against witch.

If Nicte is executed,

it's one less witch
in the world.

And that's just what
the Camarilla wants:

for us to keep
killing each other,

while they sit back
and watch.

Nicte should pay
for her crimes,

but not like this.

And she is not
the only guilty one here.

General, if you don't do this,

we will just
carry it out ourselves.

I know.

General...

Sarah.

Alder:
My fellow soldiers...

I am sorry I brought us
to this place.

Our Ancient Enemy has taken
advantage of the conflict

between us to fester and
spread like an infection

that threatens to
kill us all.

On my watch.

I was worried...

that I was leaving you
unprepared for the future.

But you are more ready
to face it than I ever was.

Do not make
the same mistakes I have.

And please, never forget...

that we are also human.

(exhales)

We will meet the Camarilla

with storm and fury.

With storm and fury.

(all)
With storm and fury!

(stomping)

(dramatic music)

(camera shutter clicking)

(woman)
Let's try and get
a white balance.

We good?

Ow.

(sound guy)
Sometimes it gets you.
Sorry.

Oh, she'll be fine.

She's made of
tougher stuff than that.

Give us the room, will you?
Please.

So I wanted to
check in with you

before I went back
to Washington.

(sighs)

Thank you for taking
the time to talk to the press.

Yeah, it's a big night

Are you okay...

considering everything
that's happening.

There's no place
I'd rather be.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

I'm just, uh...

I'm just really proud of you.

That's all.

I love you, Pen.

(sniffles)

Let's see you do great.

Did we just change the world?

It feels like a start,
doesn't it?

I guess the question is--
what happens next?

Next we start focusing
on our real enemy.

(dramatic music)

Looks like your boss has
finally come around

to having a witch
for a daughter.

Sterling: Yeah.

He's actually
a pretty good guy,

for a civilian.

-Sterling and Silver--
-Oh.

-That's kinda cute.
-(chuckles)

-It's purely coincidental.
-(chuckles)

Shouldn't you be keeping
an eye on him?

He already left.

Hm.

And, um...

I have the whole weekend off.

-Is that a fact?
-Mm-hmm.

Hm.

And what are you planning...

on doing to me?

On your weekend off?

Hmm.

(chuckles)

(distorted sound)

(garbled woman's voice)
... we've been infiltrated.

- Something I said?
-It's Farspeech.

(garbled woman's voice)
All units...

It's garbled,
but it sounds like

something's going down

(power booms down)

Go. Go.
I'm right behind you.

(high-pitched undulating)

-(undulating continues)
-Gregorio: Collar!

We need a Fixer!

What's wrong?

Front step,
come on, let's go!

-(alarm sounds)
-Over here!

(gasping)

(woman grunts)

What's happening to her?

(grunts in pain)

Run.

Run!

(closing theme plays)