All language subtitles for Into.the.Badlands.S03E04.WEBRip.x264-ION10

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.

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

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.

Hmm.

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 a sight
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

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!

Hey!

Ha! You see.

It ain't over
till the fat lady sings.

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

Ouch.

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.

Oh.

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.