All language subtitles for The Shannara Chronicles S01E06 Pykon

No Elf has ever travelled
beyond the Breakline.

- No army, you won't survive.
- Which is why I need a guide.

Slanter.

Proposition. Your help
in exchange for your freedom.

- You must be desperate.
- Dagda Mor has returned.

The quest is more important
than any one life!

Can't let your emotions
get in the way.

The Ellcrys seed must be
carried to a place called Safehold.

She's not gonna help if she's
dragged along like a prisoner.

You don't want her hands free
for some other reason?

Fire those Stones up, kid!

- They're not working.
- Time for plan B.

Told you I had a plan.

- I deserve the crown.
- No-one deserves the crown.

Ugh!

Then I'll just have to take it.

Long live the King.

Shh. Come on.

Where are you taking me?

It's a surprise.

I've had enough surprises
for one lifetime.

Wil!

Wil?

Damn you.

It still works.

Climb on.

♪ She sold her heart for armour

♪ And now she's rusting out

♪ She waits there in the garden... ♪

You see? It's fun, right?

I do have
feelings for you.

And you thought you'd show me
by sleeping with Eretria?

Only because I couldn't have
what I really wanted.

♪ It's so

♪ Real

♪ It's so... ♪

♪ It's so

♪ Real

♪ This love is gone... ♪

Amberle...

♪ I feel it running
through my veins

♪ And I need that fire just to know

♪ That I'm awake. ♪

It's OK. You're awake.

What happened?

You were moaning in your sleep,
Princess.

Dreaming about the mongrel's pouty lips,
no doubt.

We need to go.
This place isn't safe.

Why? What did you see?

There's a storm coming. A big one.

We need to move. Let's go.

Where's your brother?

Hopefully
halfway to Tyrsis by now.

He's gone to petition the Federation.

He believes that building
a coalition with the humans

is key to surviving the Demon siege.

Your brother is a fool, but no matter.

We have more pressing concerns.

The Druid has been lying to us.

- Is this...
- The blade of the Warlock Lord.

Forged by the Druid order
to overcome dark magic.

Strong enough to defeat the Dagda Mor.

Thought this was destroyed
after the Second War of the Races.

So did I, but according to the Codex,

it lies concealed in a vault
beneath our city.

Now, the Druid
must have known that.

Why would he hide such a thing?
You said he could be trusted.

You said he was the only one
with the power to protect...

I know what I said
and I know what I've done.

But if my fears are right,
then we are vulnerable.

I should have trusted you.

I'll find this blade.

And if the Druid proves to be our enemy,
then we will face him together.

Thank you, son.

You're the only one I can trust.

We need to find Safehold.

We'll rest when we've
reached the Mermiddon.

Am I the only one who thinks
staying the course is a bad idea?

- What do you mean?
- That Demon at the fort?

- It knew we were coming.
- That's impossible.

Allanon said the Dagda Mor
had a spy at Arborlon.

- The Changeling.
- We saw it die.

- There could be another.
- He's right.

We need to find another way
to the Wilderun.

There is no other way.
Those mountains are impassable.

There's always Pykon.

It offers passage through the Rock Spur
and into the Wilderun beyond.

Pykon?

- A fairytale, Princess.
- Pykon's no fairytale.

My parents died in the dungeons
of that stinking Elvin fortress.

While we argue,
that storm is closing in.

If you want to spend
the next six days

walking around the damn mountain,
be my guest!

I'm outta here.

Wait. Take us there.

- How long will it take?
- Half a day's climb, tops.

Try anything and I'll let Crispin
finish what he started.

Scouts, move out.

Keep your eyes open.

You shouldn't be here.

I just... wanted to see him.

He cannot sense your presence
or your affection.

Then do something!
You let this happen! Heal him or...

I'm trying, but his mind has gone dark.

Get me out of here!

Help me!

Resist him, boy!

Let her go!

Ugh!

Explain yourself.

Go now.

Leave me!

Shh!

The King believes that the Druid
may have been corrupted

by the very same Demon
leading the attacks.

If that's true, then Allanon
may have sent Amberle into a trap.

Cat, I need your help.

There is a weapon hidden
in a vault below the palace.

If the Druid really is lost,

it might be our only chance
to defeat the Dagda Mor.

I would do anything to avenge the
Chosen, but I don't know of any weapon.

But you know this palace.
There are miles of tunnels below.

It's got to be somewhere
no-one would think to look.

I've heard whispers about
a chamber beneath the dungeons.

Some of the servants say it's cursed,
but it's just talk.

Show me.

Slanter, wait.

No.

No.

My people.

Slaughtered by Demons.

These monsters don't discriminate.

If we don't unite against them,
more innocents will die.

I must say last rites
to release their spirits.

It is our custom.

We're almost at the Breakline.
We don't have time.

We'll make time.

What are you doing?

We've been at war
with the Gnomes for 30 years.

Now we have a common enemy.
This is an opportunity.

Your earthly body yields.

Flesh transformed to clay
and ash to fertilise the fields.

Born anew, conveyed on wings of light,

to go with our fallen kin
beyond the skies of sight.

We should go.

- Don't do this.
- Get back!

Rah! Hah!

Here!

It should be here!

- Maybe it's the next peak over!
- Maybe it doesn't exist at all.

Your stupidity
is gonna get us all killed!

Well, I heard
zero good ideas from you, Captain!

Here's an idea - I slit your throat
and use your body to fuel our fire.

Killing each other
won't get us off this mountain.

Guys?

Nice-looking fairytale, isn't it?

Come on.

Home sweet home.

- Looks abandoned.
- Looks can be deceiving.

Who the hell is she?

Anyone else have a problem
with this plan?

Following a creepy kid
through an abandoned fortress?

Not at all.

Welcome.

Please forgive my appearance.

It's been a long time
since we had any company.

You were expecting us?

Mag saw you
coming up the mountain.

Where are my manners?

I am Dontes Remikin.

My friends call me Remo.

What friends?

Well, back when we were operational.

These days, it's just Mag and me.

Sir, Crispin Edensong,

Captain of the Home Guard
of Arborlon.

You commanded this fort?

I was an officer during the war.

Now I'm... I'm just a... a caretaker.

We heard this place might offer
passage beyond the mountains.

There is nothing beyond
the mountains but the Wilderun.

That is no place for Elves.

We're on an urgent mission
on the orders of King Eventine Elessedil.

Then it is an honour
to host such esteemed guests.

I'm afraid the passage you seek
was destroyed two winters ago.

It collapsed in an avalanche.

You should stay until the storm passes.

We have food, hot water.

Our provisions are meagre,
but they're yours to share.

Thank you.

We will tell the King
of your kindness.

Good.

Please, this way.

A royal bath must be something.

Rose petals in the water.

Servant girls massaging your back.

Another princess joke.

What's my line?

"I didn't know Rovers
bathed at all"?

Something like that?

Well, at least we don't lie to ourselves.

We see something we want
and we go after it.

So it's Rover custom to jump into bed
with every guy you meet?

Honestly?

It's not just guys.

What?

Afraid you'll like it?

You and Cephelo deserve each other.

That mark, what does it mean?

I don't know. I've always had it.

Guess it's just how my first owner
kept track of his property.

- What was that?
- Nothing good.

We Rovers have a saying.

"Golden offers are iron at their core."

- I don't trust this Remo guy.
- And I don't trust you.

- Your point?
- But I know my own kind.

And that pointy-eared sonofabitch
is lying about the avalanche.

You know, if we found this place,
so can the Demons.

Maybe we should worry about that
and not some Elvin janitor.

- This fortress is impenetrable.
- Is it?

We walked right in
the front door.

I'd feel better if one of us kept watch.

No-one's stopping you, kid.

Pardon the intrusion,
but dinner is served.

Remo! You beautiful bastard.

I'm so hungry,
I could eat a Troll's left nut.

Sure. I'll take first watch.

I don't need dinner or anything.

Smells like death!

Look at all these engravings.

This must be the place.

The Druid's book
showed a symbol.

We need to locate it.
It's gotta be some kind of key.

They all look the same.

This is it. This is the one I saw.

Find me the one that matches that.

That's how we find the weapon.

There's one here.

Put your hand on it.

The Codex says we need to touch it
at the same time.

Thank you.

Don't mind if we trade, do you?

Mine had too many peas in it.
I hate peas.

Not at all.

I've missed Elvin cooking.

- It's an old family recipe.
- Where are they, your family?

After the fort was decommissioned,
my wife and I stayed on,

to keep watch over
the surrounding Troll settlements.

She passed away
a few years back.

I'm sorry.

What about the men and women
you tortured here?

- You sorry about them?
- Watch your tongue, Rover.

It's OK.

I know the terrible rumours
people whisper about this place.

We even spread a few ourselves,

hoping to intimidate our enemies.

But Pykon was a military outpost,
nothing more.

My parents might disagree
if I could dig their bodies up

from beneath your floor
and ask them.

I know you hate Elves,
but we don't murder prisoners of war.

She's right - if your parents
were prisoners here,

we would have released them
when the war ended.

Perhaps they chose to start a new life,

free of their burdens.

Your ear.

It's like mine.

Was your mother human?

My mother's dead.

Sorry to hear that.

So is mine.

So pretty. What is that?

A seashell.

It belonged to my mom.

Said it reminded her
of where she came from.

Have you ever seen the ocean?

It's like the biggest bath you ever saw.

Blue and sparkly.

I can stare at it for hours,

wondering what's on the other side.

Have you ever been outside?

For keeps?

Mag...

What...

What did you do?

It can be difficult passing the time
in a place like this, just the two of us.

There isn't much
in the way of entertainment.

That's why we're so excited
to have guests.

Where am I?

Shh!

It's not safe. If he hears you...

You're right. It's not safe.

I need to go,
and you need to come with me.

I can take you somewhere safe,
somewhere you can play with other kids.

Somewhere you can see
the sun and the ocean.

Are there seashells there?

More than you can count.

Come on!
Stop struggling!

No!

I told you to be quiet.

Ah, good. You're awake.

I was worried I'd given you
too strong a dose.

A little wolf's nettle, to bring on a nap.

- Of course...
- Oh!

..if you eat enough of it, like I do,
your body builds up quite a tolerance.

Your turn, Captain.

- Wait!
- Don't tell him anything.

My name is Amberle Elessedil,
granddaughter to your lord and king,

and by his command,
I order you to release us.

Bad idea.

A princess?

That changes everything.

- Arggh!
- You bastard!

My intention was to use the boy's gift
to reach Amberle.

I thought he could help.

What I saw
was a man overcome by evil.

You are not capable
of understanding what you saw.

You're not yourself, Allanon.

The Dagda Mor used the boy
to get inside my mind!

The Dagda Mor. Of course.

The evil everybody fears
but only you can see.

Tell me, Druid, do you often
commune with Demons?

What is the meaning of this?

Why conceal a weapon
that has the power to protect us?

To protect you?

This sword is not a salvation.

It is a talisman of evil.

A darkness that is a danger to us all.

It is you who are the danger, Druid.

It was my mistake.

I should have killed you
the first time, Demon.

Finish him.

Arggh!

Where did he go?

What happened?

You did it, my son.

The Druid is no more.

Why are you doing this?

Because I was trained to.

I don't understand.

Please help me understand.

Many years ago, your grandfather,

the noble and wise King Eventine,

tasked me with the job
of lead interrogator.

It was my solemn duty
to extract information from our enemies.

But I'm not your enemy.

Oh, but you are.

You all are.

And after the war was over,

Eventine sent men here to find me.

Ah!

Imagine my surprise when they told me
Pykon didn't exist.

Then they murdered my wife
and attempted to kill me.

I don't believe you.

My grandfather is an honourable man.
He wouldn't...

Doesn't matter what you believe.

I know the truth.

Please.

I'm on a mission to save the Ellcrys.

If I die, the entire world
will fall into darkness.

I've lived in the darkness for many years.

Darkness is my home.

No! No, no, no, no, no!

No! Please, no!

- The halfling?
- He tried to leave.

Wil!

No!

No!

No! No...

Good girl.

No, please...

Come on, kid. That's it.

For the forebrain.

I stick it through the nostril and tap it in,
ever so gently, with this.

You can bear me a child,
live as my wife.

Just like Mag's mother.
She was scared too.

But after a few taps, no more tears.

But your body will be perfectly functional.

No...

Leave her alone!

Wil.

Arggh!

I'll leave you one eye so you can watch
while I ravish her!

Arggh! Ugh!

Thank you.

I thought I'd lost you.

Hate to break up the honeymoon,
but I'd like to get out of here.

You're safe now, but we need to go.

You know a way out of here?

Alright. This way.

This is madness.

We're lost.
How could I have been so stupid?

I can't believe I trusted a Gnome.

I thought I could redeem myself
for failing to protect Aine.

Instead, his killer is galloping across
the Four Lands to freedom.

We all failed him.

Everything changed that night.

Yes, it did.

The Ander I loved disappeared,

lost in booze and anger and doubt.

But I wake every morning
hoping he'll return.

Slanter.

You're right.

I didn't believe
till I saw it with my own eyes.

We're doomed.

You'll have to go
on foot from here.

You're letting me go?

Your people deserve to know
what's coming.

Now, go, before I change my mind.

What chance do the Elves
have against a force that size?

I don't know.

But for the sake of all the races,
we must face it.

- And you would do so alone?
- Perhaps it's what we deserve.

When I tell my tribe what happened
to me, I will speak of your honour.

In another life, we are not enemies.

In another life.

Behind there.

A siege exit.
This must lead to the pass.

I have a rule here at Pykon.
No-one leaves. Mag, come here.

It's over! She's coming with us.

They're taking me
to a new home.

This is your home!
You did this.

You poisoned her
with your lies!

Made her into a deceitful mongrel,
like you!

- Don't!
- No!

Mag!

- You bastard!
- Arggh!

She's dead.

I'm sorry.

Come on. Help me open this door.

- Turn it.
- Together. Come on.

One. Two.

Come on. We have to go.

Is that the Wilderun?

Damn straight!

- You've got to be kidding me.
- We blew that thing up!

- Come on!
- Get Amberle out of here, now!

We're not leaving you.

I'll be right behind you.

Go!

Come on!

What about the others?

We'll send it back
once we're on the other side!

Ready?

Let's go!

Crispin?

Run!

What are you doing?

Saving our asses!

You said we'd help them across!

Bring a Demon with 'em?
The hell with that!

Eretria!

Help us!

Eretria!

He'll never choose you.

So be it.

- She made it. Let's go!
- Come on.

Come on!

That thing's right behind us.

Push off and don't look back!

Keep going!

Don't stop!

Sorry, kiddo.
You deserved better.

Just die already!