All language subtitles for The BASTARD Executioner - Ep. 07 - Behold the Lamb (720p AMZN Web-DL)

* (funk intro)

MAN: * I been in the right place

* But it must have
been the wrong time *

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The Bastard Executioner.

Previously on The
Bastard Executioner...

Blessed news. Lady
Love is with child.

(murmuring happily)

The baron's parting gift...

An heir at Ventrishire.

That woman is not with child.

LADY LOVE: Nearly two
weeks of thought

has given me no better sense

of how to carry
out my deception.

Our shires deserve the fruits

of a greater tree.

And Lady Love is a widow

and her rule is in the
hands of a frivolous king.

PRYCE: You are quite aware

that I'm already married?

My wife may well return

to good health.

Of course, one could only hope.

PRYCE: You knew she
was in that wagon!

CORBETT: I promised Baron
Pryce swift justice

in the trial and punishment
of this godless murderer.

The baron claims
that the guilty man

was under orders of the Wolf.

I am not your husband.

Nor am I an executioner.

Corbett holds that
secret over my head.

Threatens the lives
of all of you

if I do not willingly

commit his sins. You
commit no sins,

Maddy.

All I do is commit sin.

CORBETT: Sir Norton.

He is my offering.

Torture him. Kill him.

Your wrath will not touch

our reeve or any
of his other men.

You are well aware

of the consequences

if you turn against that.

Do not stop me!

TORAN: This knight, he knows

of the man who killed my Eva.

I need to take that from him.

If we are to be crushed
under Corbett's thumb,

at least give me the relief

of knowing who took her life.

BOYS' CHOIR: * Domine, Domine

* Fili (bells chime)

* Unigenite

* Jesu Christe

* Jesu Christe...

* Domine, Domine

* Deus

* Agnus Dei

* Filius Patris

* Qui tollis

* Qui tollis...

* Peccata mundi

* Peccata mundi...

* Miserere...

(laughter, chatter,
music playing)

We missed you at
morning service.

I'm struggling sitting
still with God.

I twist with guilt,

knowing I caused that struggle.

The twist is mine, brother.

I've earned the blood
that stains my hands.

What of the blood yet to spill?

What of it?

Locke, Denley and the reeve

complete our vengeance.

And with that...

tortured reveal

comes the truth of
Corbett's screws.

I needed to find a way out
from under his screws

before he took them to you.

Yea.

Is that why you make an effort
to get close to our baroness?

I see it, brother.

As do others.

I am but a curiosity
to Lady Love.

There is no effort to get close.

MAN: Clear the way!

Ah. Punisher.

You need to ready your
stock and chains.

This rebel must bear a death

most agonizing.

For what crime is he guilty?

CORBETT: One most heinous.

While the baroness of Pryceshire

traveled to the salt
springs for a cure,

he ambushed her caravan.

Killed her men.

Set her wagon on fire.

Burned Lady Trula alive.

(crowd exclaiming)

* 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?

Isabel has prepared Erik's
winter salon for Baron Pryce.

That should be suitable.

Yes. Most suitable, my lady.

Such a sad play
of circumstances.

Baron Pryce, now without spouse,

will find comfort in a room

that gave our dear
departed baron such joy.

You confuse eros

with happiness,
good chamberlain.

I know the winter salon

was where Erik bedded
his mistresses.

I hope that is not the comfort

you propose we
offer Baron Pryce.

No, Lady Love.

I believe that Edwin Pryce
will only find comfort

in a woman whose
beauty and grace

are matched by her
wit and intellect.

Our relations with Pryceshire

have become
increasingly strained.

As would any relation
where trust and fairness

have been stripped away.

Yes... Well, perhaps God
shines a ray of sunlight

on this darkness, my lady.

An opportunity for Pryceshire

and Ventrishire to unite

in the execution of justice.
(screaming)

(man gasping)

Halt.

The baroness would like to
speak to this prisoner.

(gasping)

I do not know what more this
rebel can tell you, my lady.

His confession is complete

and binds him to his fate.

Thank you, good chamberlain.

I have read your
confession, Berwyn Cairn.

Although it's exact

in the retelling of the horror,

I am having difficulty
understanding your loyalty.

My loyalty is to the Byth Encil.

That is my confusion.

You refuse to give the names

of the rebels who
were at your side,

yet willingly
condemn your leader

as the one who
demanded the murder.

Is not your loyalty backwards?

A good soldier protects
his commander.

The Wolf is...

he is not concerned

with protection.

You heard this command for
murder from his lips?

Yea.

I see.

I hear he is a beast of a man.

Thick-waisted, red-bearded

and ruddy.

Yea.

A large, hard-looking man.

(crying quietly)

Did you hear what you
needed, my lady?

Yes.

Tell me, Master Gawain,
what would possess a man

to tell a lie that seals a fate

of a certain and awful death?

(panting, whimpering)

The prisoner did not
commit this crime.

Frightened men tell
desperate tales.

What is the man afraid of?

What all liars fear, Baroness.

The truth and its
responsibility.

Is not the weight of the
untruth a greater burden?

Always.

But a weight that some
shoulders bear well

and some even feel
uneven without.

That is very sad.

Thank you for that
insight, Master Gawain.

(panting)

Marshal.

What need?

A scout brings news
of a rebel camp

west of the marsh.

With Norton and
Huxley still away

on the chamberlain's duties,

we need another able body.

The attack on Lady
Trula rattles nerves

on both sides of the marshes.

The rebel threat
is to be crushed

by any method,

above or below manor law.

A mission with no decree.

LOCKE: Yea.

With the spoils of the hunt

shared by all.

LEON: Can we count
on your blade?

Yea.

(door opens)

Maddox.

I am told you need
more suitable gear.

(door closes)

My stocks and chains
are sufficient.

It is a guilty victim I require.

We both know this is a crime
in need of swift punishment.

Berwyn Cairn.

A wife.

Two sons.

Two younger ones, dead.

Starvation.

His rye fields turned to swamp

by summer flood,

a debt that will take three
generations to clear.

This is a writ of payment
from Baron Pryce.

It clears all of Cairn's debts.

This is a letter from
me to our steward,

securing his wife and boys

positions and shelter

here at Castle Ventris.

You used his life as currency?

He was on his way

to debtor's prison.

His family, a few days
away from a hungry death.

We offered him salvation

and he gladly accepted.

A murder conspired by greed.

Executed by the ignorant.

I know you think of
me as a simple demon,

but you know a mere
glimpse of me, Wilkin.

I have lived many hard lives.

And I survived by seeing
the shadow of the axe

before it falls.

Everything I have done
since Erik's death,

I do to protect this shire.

And yes, the benefits
fall to my favor.

But they also fall to the favor

of the one you care for most.

Lady Love.

(door opens)

Forgive me, Chamberlain.

The punisher's soldier and I

need a word with him,
when you are finished.

I think we are finished,
are we not, Maddox?

Are you the strangers
in servitude?

If not, these are
the heaviest hides

ever to wrap my feet.

Yea, and the loudest.

Are you in want of hog or...

Remove their chains.
Archdeacon's request.

What's an "arshateeken"?

Something we don't need.

Pardon, scribe.

Baroness.

(chains rattle)

Indentured scribe, my lady.

I would like to see

any records, testimony
or accounts

we may have on this family
name in Ventrishire.

Baroness, please, let
me be of service?

Not of nobility.

Perhaps some land deeds

or receipts, my lady.

Gather what you can find.

With haste.

Yes, Baroness.

Good day, Moor.

Baroness.

(door closes)

Is there a service you require?

Sir.

Why is that you bring
these men to my chapel?

Sorry, priest.

What is it that
demands such secrecy?

Not your concern.

If it concerns my
congregation, it concerns me.

Let me pass.

Will it not be a greater concern

if your flock were to
lose its shepherd?

(groans)

(ripping)

The brands of different shires.

Pilfered, no doubt.

These people are
nomads, not rebels.

The Wolf enlists any
deprived soul ready

to throw a rock for his cause.

This is my charge, punisher.

You are here only at the
beseech of Marshal.

TORAN: He's right, Reeve.

If this were a rebel camp,

we would have heard clicks
and whistles a mile back.

And by this mark, we'd all
be pinned with arrows.

Search the shelters.

Find the men.

(baby crying)

Wench attacked with a blade.

Daffodil and dagger
draped upon her bounty.

(thunder rumbling)

(bellowing)

(grunting)

(horses whinnying)

(grunting continues)

There can be no witness.

Hold.

There's been enough butchery.

The rebel?

Moves like a ghost.

Lost in the rocks.

Hyah!

Hyah.

(grunting)

Another guilty one dies.

Another of Leon's men.

Our chamberlain will think
this was our brutal blade.

But the reeve, he
will attest to...

Leon didn't see it.

And Corbett will
only see betrayal.

Take the goods to the side gate.

The peddler should be waiting.

Reeve, I need our
chamberlain's ear.

The chamberlain will be occupied

with the duties of a host.

Baron Pryce and his chancellor
arrived this evening.

But as for our part

in this rebel mission,

I need to explain...

There is nothing to
explain, punisher.

We struck down a rebel camp

and took the goods they use
to pay for their attacks

and lost a good man in the task.

Give them their piece.

We want nothing of this.

Then you'll have none.

Do you think you can put enough
truth into Corbett's ear?

Only God knows what
sways his heart.

Until you convince
him Denley's death

was not our retaliation,

all those we love are at risk.

Yea.

I can take watch at the square.

Watch my house and
the stockyard.

I'll take guard
below the stacks.

Make sure no one gets to Berber.

(playing slow song)

(song ends)

It is an exquisite instrument

and such an extravagant
gift, dear baron.

Hearing you play it, my lady,
clearly, the gift is all ours.

(chuckles)

The bowing of an angel.

That kind of praise turns
reason to revelry, Chancellor.

Let us not forget

the sober reason we all gather.

Indeed.

May I share a revelation I had

during my morning
prayer, Lady Love?

Yes, please, Baron.

Through the cold
haze of morning,

I was struck by the warmth of
a bright beam of sunlight.

In that moment, I saw
the higher purpose

for all the tragedy
that has settled on us.

It is God's desire to
melt away the years

of ill will between our shires.

That Pryceshire and Ventrishire
are to come together.

And in that effort, we
become stronger, sounder

and more pious than
we were individually.

(chuckles)

That is most profound,
dear baron.

Although not as divinely
inspired as your vision,

I, too, have been shown the
grace in this sadness.

The opportunity for us
to govern in harmony.

You from your magnificent,
gifted castle in Pryceshire.

And myself

from the humbler stones
laid by my ancestors,

here in Ventrishire.

And now, if you will kindly
excuse me, gentlemen.

Tomorrow approaches with haste,

and I do need my rest.

Of course, my lady.

Although you show
but a hint of it,

we are all aware you
require the sleep of two.

Yes.

Good night, my lady.

It seems you and the good baron
share a deep poetic connection.

It is as if you are reading
each other's thoughts.

And perhaps writing them down
and rehearsing them as well.

*

*

Are you Master Gawain?

Yea.

We bring word from the baroness.

She needs your help.

Most urgently, she said.

She waits in her bed chamber.

She was quite upset, crying.

Why? What happened?

We only know of her needs, sir.

Should we tell her you refuse?

Oh, I am certain that
you are quite lost.

I was told the baroness
needed to see me.

An urgent matter.

By the sisters.

The twin maidens.

The twins?

They do not tend to
the needs of my lady.

I'm surprised those
giggle wenches

aren't already warming
Corbett's bed.

Who are you talking to, Isa...

I am sorry.

You should not be
here, Master Gawain.

Yes. I have...

He carries a message for a
Pryceshire noble, milady.

I'll show him the way.

My apologies, Baroness.

(sighs)

(door creaking)

(sighs)

Father, is all well?

Yes.

Will you put me to bed?

(grunts)

(grunts)

What did I...?

(shushing)

Not yet.

When I was nine...

perhaps ten...

this cleric that ran the
foundling's home...

Darbone...

He would teach us
piety and patience

with a hot iron.

It was very cruel.

Very effective.

Please...

(shushing)

At night...

Darbone would visit us

in the sleep hall.

And choose from...

20 or more boys.

I was his favorite.

Pretty

and firm.

And as he would

tear his gnarled meat

into my innocent bottom,

do you know what
he would call me?

His Little Lammy.

Quite sweetly.

Softly.

Now...

you,

Little Lammy.

Speak it...

Little Lammy.

(crying)

Lit...

Little Lammy.

Yeah.

Little Lammy.

Keep speaking it.

Little Lammy.

Please.

Little Lammy.

(bleating nearby)

(moaning nearby)

Yea.

Who goes there?

ASH: No!

Calo, no!

Oh!

He got up to piss.

I didn't hear a thing.

(crying)

The yard boss doesn't
remember killing Calo.

And he never will.

Just as the man awaiting
these will never

be able to recall his crime.

CORBETT: Make sure the villagers
stay clear of the pulling range.

I am not a man of idle threats.

You, more than anyone,
should know that.

We didn't kill Denley.

TORAN: It was nomads.

Slavic bandits.

I have no proof of that.

A knight, you were
told not to harm,

was found dead at your feet.

You gave me no choice,
but to have to take

a life in return.

To your work, punisher.

(grunting)

Moor.

I tried to speak to the others.

They were afraid.

Yes.

What happened in the
chapel yesterday?

Your archdeacon.

He had us stripped
from neck to waist,

looking for heretical markings,

burned with hue into the skin.

But no one among us had them.

He splashed us with holy water

and gave a harsh warning.

And if we were to speak
of what happened,

it could bring the
heretical marks

to our skin.

Why just you and a few others?

No one among us had
any holdings of land

or history of wages.

Seems heretics keep no records.

The markings...

did the archdeacon say
what they looked like?

Were they letters

and odd symbols?

You have seen such markings.

No.

Who gives penance when
the priest tells a lie?

(quiet laugh)

The healer.

Yes.

Do you know her?

I do.

She is no heretic.

She is quite the opposite.

Why are they looking for her?

I do not know.

This archdeacon and his men?

They may be ordained
in Christ's name,

but they serve another.

You must warn Annora,
good priest.

Our healer is in
the Far Caverns.

A cave at the base
of the widest gorge.

(door opens)

(door closes)

You were greatly missed
at morning meal, my lady.

Baron Pryce and myself so
looked forward to your company.

I find it difficult
to digest anything

with the awareness
that sundown brings

such gruesome justice.

A justice well-deserved.

I had our scribe
search for any records

on our prisoner Berwyn Cairn.

He found no previous documents.

Only two recent ones,
copied but yesterday.

If this prisoner's justice
is well-deserved,

then why does Baron Pryce see
fit to buy off his debt?

And why do you offer

standing to his family?

Matters you need not
concern yourself with.

All matters of this shire
concern me, Chamberlain.

Then I suggest you
stop treating Pryce

like the bastard of an ogre.

He is our only hope.

I am not a silent child
to be married off

to noble or bastard.

Nor do you carry a child,
silent or otherwise.

We all know our baron

was barren!

I am deeply sorry, my lady.

As am I, Milus.

I have been the offering
of marriage once already.

I will not do it again.

My only concern is the
welfare of this shire,

dear Love.

Baron Pryce's hand in
marriage is the only way

you will hold your place here.

Did you have a hand in
Lady Trula's death?

Of course not.

We know it was rebels
by what we found

at the wreckage.

But the man we punish today?

A brave representation, my lady.

An act of justice
greater than the man.

A mind that is open and a
heart that is shut tight.

Grandfather's requisite
for leadership.

A very wise man.

A very sad man.

You think he spins a tale to
save himself from servitude?

A converted Jew.

Who knows what darkness
still clouds his soul?

We will see what becomes
of it on our way

out of this godless, damp hole.

I'm sorry, brother.

I owed you, Calo and the others

the truth.

When I buried my sword,

I should not have buried
all of my past with it.

Farmer or fighter,

I knew the man then.

I know him now.

You are a good friend, Toran.

I wish my friendship
served you better.

Father, I should be helping.

You don't always
need to help, Luca.

You can do other things.

I don't want to do other things.

I want to be just as you are.

Come on, you little
pint of piss.

(short laugh)

We need to make
our measurements.

Let him do the arithmetic.

He has to.

Because I can't.

Is this what one wears to
watch a man pulled apart?

Is it not to your
liking, my lady?

(knocking)

Are you expecting
anyone, my lady?

No.

Your insolence swings heavier
than your axe, headsman.

Forgive my boldness, my lady.

But I deliver a truth
that will give comfort.

I need but a moment in private.

And that will happen when
pigs learn to dance.

Allow us a moment, maiden.

Yes, Baroness.

I'll be in the yard
dancing with pigs.

And what is this
truth, Master Gawain?

That is not my name.

Gawain Maddox was an executioner

killed in service
to your husband.

I am one of the hooded
bandits he pursued.

One of the men who
killed Baron Ventris.

I took

the punisher's identity

to save myself and my friends.

Never was the farce to
last more than a moment.

The wife?

The family was...
tortured by Maddox.

It seems I offered them
something different.

My name is Wilkin Brattle.

I was a knight in
Longshanks' army.

(small gasp)

Ventris was my commander.

He sent me and my legion into
an ambush of certain death.

I was spared, by a miracle,

and fled to your land.

Only to be roused
again, in blood.

Why do you tell me all this now?

An innocent man will soon
be brutally executed.

I need to save him.

Please honor the
requests of my friends.

They, too, are innocent.

Master... Sir Brattle.

A confession of this candor...

I do not know how...

Give it to Baron
Pryce's Chancellor.

He will take proper action.

Allow me but a brief
time after I leave you

for some final tasks
and devotion.

I'm sorry I lied
to you, Lady Love.

My time with you...

it was worth the punishment
I'm about to receive.

*

I saw the vision, my Love.

So clearly.

A male child.

I believe it was ours.

*

You are too late for midday meal

and too early for
supper, husband.

Too late or too early.

I'm never where I should
be when I should be there.

I do not understand.

You're a sweet honest
woman, Jessamy.

Good mother.

Good wife.

That is all you need to
understand, my sweet.

Do you mean this?

Yea.

*

There you are, punisher.

Ready the prisoner.

His stage is set.

TORAN: Wilkin!

Wilkin?

LADY LOVE: Hold!

Lay down your blades.

Now.

Good reeve, Sir Locke.

Please take the
prisoner to the square.

Assist them, soldier.

My lady, this punisher is...

Take the prisoner to the square!

LADY LOVE: I will call
this breach of status

but a foolish boy's
test of virility.

I will not speak of it,
nor will any of you.

Yes, Baroness.

Understood, my lady.

You cannot trade your
life for another.

There is no trade...
I am the guilty one.

Your confession
supports no logic.

Lady Trula was murdered...
by my hand.

A hand that would never
intentionally kill an innocent.

Who gave the order?

This is about my guilt.

No one else's.

And my reeve and knight?

Killing them, was
that your final task?

You would have no guilt
for those murders?

They are not innocent.

So you choose who
lives and who dies?

Well, you must be so relieved

to be down from that
dreadful cross.

I'm doing this for you.

And I do this for you.

Please, Love.

My soul is so heavy.

Let me take this end.

I know the burden of your soul.

I recognize it as my own.

I do not know if what I
feel for you is God's will

or the work of a clever demon,

but I am certain,
Wilkin Brattle,

that whatever this may be,

it is the thing for which
I've been waiting.

It is the other girl
I hear in my heart.

The other life that lives
in the shadow of my own.

Who are you, Love Aberffraw?

It would seem, my noble knight,

that I need you to help
me find that truth.

We'll find that truth as well.

But now we are both in
need of Gawain Maddox.

I'm at your service, Baroness.

Black oak root and bees' honey.

It will settle the stirred mind.

(chuckles)

Thank you.

You said you bring a warning.

Yes, your mate in the gorge.

The Templar armor.

The Teutonic Order,

an honored and pious knight.

With every new piece of truth,

I grow more bewildered,
good woman.

The archdeacon of
Windsor, Father Robinus,

He's looking...

Heretical markings.

Yes.

What are they?

It will be easier for you
to read it in Latin.

The Book of the Nazarean.

Read.

Then we will talk.

*

You know that we
are being watched.

Ja.

One man.

Others are near.

(choir sings in Latin)

Will you do me the
honor, dear Edwin?

The honor is mine, dear Love.

*

*

*

(screams)

(screams)

*

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