Legend of the Seeker (2008–2010): Season 2, Episode 18 - Walter - full transcript

Richard Cypher,
you are the true Seeker.

Lord Rahl.

Have you brought what I asked for?

The Scroll of Valdaire?

Did the Seeker read it?

I took it from him
before he could break the seal.

Then he still has no idea what to do
with the Stone of Tears when he finds it.

And he never will.

No.

Do not destroy it.

It is the Keeper's will
that you take the Scroll



to the Mord-Sith temple at Jandralyn
without breaking the seal.

There, you will deliver it into my hands
and to my hands only.

In the World of the Living,
you are nothing more than a spirit.

Into what hands am I to deliver it?

If I were you, Marianna,
I would worry more about making sure

that the Seeker does not kill you and take
the Scroll before you reach Jandralyn.

Because I am quite certain

that my intrepid brother, Richard,
is already on your trail.

Her tracks lead that way,
but they're at least a half a day old.

We have to pick up our pace.

Fortune has smiled upon us.

A Sister of the Dark
has escaped with the Scroll,

she's hours ahead
and you call that fortunate?

Can't you smell that?



Smell what? Pine trees?

Lamb, butter, a touch of fennel.

There it is, on the wind,
the sound of distant laughter.

Which leads me to conclude we're
fast approaching a roadside tavern,

the balm of all weary travelers.

We don't have time
to feed your belly, Wizard.

None of us have eaten in days.

We'll all move a lot faster
once we're fortified

and the good tavern keeper
would be more than happy

to pack up our victuals for the road.

Compliments of the house.

Oh, no, please, let us pay you.

After all you've done for the Midlands?

Let me express my gratitude
in what little way I can.

Thank you, sir.
May the Spirits watch over you.

- To the Seeker.
To the Seeker.

Yes, to the Seeker.

May he burn brightly in the fires
of the Underworld.

I don't think I heard you right, sir.

Oh, you heard me.

Damn the Seeker and all the fools
who helped him bring down Darken Rahl.

Darken Rahl was a wicked tyrant.

Oh, I'll grant you that.

He'd conscript your sons,
violate your daughters,

lock you up for looking at him funny.

But at least when he was around,
we had order.

Nowadays, if the highwaymen
don't get you, the banelings will.

May the Creator forgive me,
I miss the good old days.

To the good old days.

Well, there's at least one other
sensible man in this province.

I once came damnably close
to bringing back those good old days,

to returning Darken Rahl
to his rightful place among the living.

Sounds like quite a story.

Oh, that it is, my friend.

And I'd be happy to tell it if, ahem,
my damned throat weren't so dry.

Two tankards of your best, barkeep.

You promised me a tale.

That I did.
But I assure you, it is no tale, my friend.

It is the Creator's honest truth.

It all started

in a flea-bitten backwater
by the name of Sheephaven,

back when Darken Rahl
was still in power.

Yeah.

One of the locals
had found a way to profit

from the general hatred for Rahl.

Step right up, ladies and gentleman.

Give the villain who is the cause of
all your suffering the tribute he deserves.

Yeah!

Three tries for a farthing.

There.

D'Harans.

Real ones.

No. Please don't kill me.

I'm just a poor sod trying to make a
living, I didn't mean any offense.

You're quite famous.
Do you know that?

Word of your unique talent has reached
the ears of the true Lord Rahl.

He'd like to meet you personally.

Think of it, Lord Rahl.

He could appear in your stead
at ceremonial obligations

that interfere
with more pressing affairs of state.

He could serve as a convincing decoy
to would-be assassins.

Hmm.

Very impressive, Captain Malray.

Thank you, Lord Rahl.

Very impressive indeed.

He is the very image of me.

Were I to have a belly
the size of West Granthia,

a nose trampled by a horse, and hair

the color of mouse droppings.

Perhaps a year spent breaking stones
in the quarries of Groth

will improve your powers of perception.

As for him, feed him to the dogs
before my enemies find use for him.

- Lord Rahl...
- We are finished here, captain.

Humbly, respectfully, sir,

I brought this man here
not as the finished work of art,

but as the raw clay
from which it would be sculpted.

If you'll only let me show you
the wonders I can work,

you will not be disappointed.

What do you think, Egremont?

I agree with you, of course, My Lord.

This rogue doesn't have the slightest trace
of your natural radiance or nobility.

But if he could be improved upon,
as Captain Malray claims,

he may be of some use.

One day, you may have the need to
convince an adversary that you were dead.

He would at least make
a convincing enough corpse.

The man is the height of a toadstool.

What do you intend to do,
put him on stilts?

Please.

I'm tall enough now.

I swear I am.

Thank the Spirits.

Two finger-lengths more.

- What?
- Just close your eyes, Walter,

- and imagine yourself by the sea.
- No.

And in time, we solved
the problem of Walter's stature

and colored that hideous hair.

But there was still a great deal of work
to be done.

Coming along? Hmm?

Though I still don't see a way
around that nose.

Oh, it happened the first time
I was mistaken for Rahl.

This drunk took a swing at me
and knocked it out of joint.

When I'm entertaining, I just shade it
with a little bit of charcoal

and the crowd is none the wiser.

Well, that might fool
some provincial bumpkins,

but if you're going to be of any use
to Lord Rahl,

you'll need to convince even those
who know him personally.

Oh, no, I have seen wonders done with
a little plaster of gypsum and honey

in the concealment
of unsightly features.

Mm. There's no need for that.

Aah!

Perfect.

"P-People of D'Hara, a-as we march
proudly into the dawn of a new era,

- united by faith in our cause"...
- Stop. Before my ears bleed.

If people hear that,
they'll know they're being deceived.

And if that happens,
Lord Rahl will order all our heads

to grace the pikes at the palace gates!

General, Walter doesn't need
to say anything at all.

All he needs to do is stand on the balcony,
act the part

and give the crowd
the renowned Lord Rahl wave.

Go on, Walter, show the general
how beautifully you've mastered the wave.

Now, if you really want to be the one
to interrupt Lord Rahl's revelry

to inform him that he needs to come here
to lead those dreary devotions,

go right ahead.

Very well.

Make your appearance.

May the Spirits be with us all.

And in time, under my tutelage,

Walter eventually mastered
the accent as well.

We became great friends, Walter and I,

and the gold we were paid for our service,
well, that financed many a debauch.

Yes, we'd come a long way

from the day I found him
on the filthy streets of Sheephaven.

But, alas, those good old days
were few in number.

And when the cursed Seeker
put an end to our patron,

well, the palace fell into ruin.

It was soon overrun by an angry mob,
hungry for loot and revenge.

Take that down.

Look, it's the tyrant, Darken Rahl.

He's not dead after all.

Darken Rahl is dead.

The Seeker killed him,
I'm just his double.

How do we know the one who died
wasn't a double

and you're not the real Darken Rahl?

Yeah!

Malray.

Bless you, old friend.

Then the mob swept him away.

And you never saw him again?

Oh, no, no, no, I saw him again.

I've only told you
the beginning of the story.

Still ahead of us lay the treasure,
the blood, the betrayals,

and most of all, the women.

Well, don't stop there, man. Go on.

Oh, that, my friend,
would require another tankard of ale.

After the fall of Darken Rahl,
it was hard for a D'Haran officer.

No more wages, no more plunder,
no more pillage.

But I had a plan to restore my fortunes,

but to do that required finding
my old friend Walter again.

- How did you manage it?
- Well, I knew he had a taste for stout ale,

so I searched all the taverns in D'Hara.

It seemed hopeless, until one night

I walked into the very watering hole where
we are sitting at this very moment.

Thought you could slip me
a lead farthing, did you?

No, I thought they were copper,
I swear to you.

- I'm the one who's been cheated here.
- You rotten, lying scoundrel.

The tyrant lives.

Walter.

All right, anyone who wants a taste of him
gets a taste of me too.

Malray.

- Old friend.
- It's good to see you again, Walter.

Oh, yeah.

That's the second time
you've saved my skin.

I just wish you could help me
wriggle out of it.

I wish I looked like someone else.

Walter, it's how you look

- that's going to be our salvation.
- Huh?

You just have to convince a few Mord-Sith
that you're the true Darken Rahl.

Mord-Sith? Are you out of your mind?

The Good Sisters
at the Temple of Jandralyn

are protecting a hoard of treasure
stashed there by Darken Rahl.

Now, when their true lord and master
orders them to return it,

we will have enough gold
to last us the rest of our lives.

Do you have any idea
what those women can do to men

with the torture sticks they carry?

They'd never dream
of using those torture sticks

against their one true lord and master.

Which I am not.

And we would have to get close to them
and then they would know.

Walter, just close your eyes

and imagine yourself by the sea.

Last time you told me to do that,

my shoulders were nearly pulled
from their sockets.

Yeah, but this time I mean it, Walter.

We'll get the treasure
and then we'll sail to Merilandria.

We'll live a life of ease
by the shimmering ocean,

strolling on the golden sands,

a different woman every night.

I'd be happy with just one,

- if she were the right girl.
- Then we'll find you the right girl.

But first, we need the treasure.

What do you say?

Lord Rahl, it's true.

You are still alive.

Arise, Sisters of the Agiel.

How may we serve you, My Lord?

- I've come for my treasure.
- At once, My Lord.

But first, Lord Rahl and I
would require a meal and a hot bath.

Lord Rahl is weary from his travels

and wishes to indulge
in those particular pleasures

which only the skills
of his Mord-Sith can provide.

Of course, Captain Malray.

Immediately.

Why are you standing there?

Are you as deaf as you are stupid?

No, mistress.

I'll see to the bath at once.

And supper. Now.

Yes, mistress.

I don't think we should delay our departure
much longer, Captain Malray.

After all, the future of D'Hara
is at stake.

Your devotion to duty is admirable
as always, Lord Rahl.

But I beg you for once
to think of yourself.

After the hardships of the past months,
you deserve one night of pleasure.

How dare a lowly slave look directly
into the eyes of Lord Rahl?

Don't.

My Lord?

You will treat the slave gently...

or you will feel the sting of my wrath.

Yes, My Lord.

Are you trying to get us killed?

The real Lord Rahl
would never show kindness to a slave.

But they were being so cruel to her.

And how cruel are they going to be to us
if we're discovered, you idiot?

I am the one who said
we should get out of here.

If we try and leave now before Lord Rahl
indulges in his famous appetites,

they'll get suspicious.

Lord Rahl, your bedchamber
is in readiness.

May I show you there personally?

Um...

I have affairs of state to attend to.

But I command you to show
Captain Malray here to his bedchamber.

And do not fail to extend to him
every courtesy you would extend to me.

As you command, My Lord.

I will fetch you a robe, captain.

- Walter,
- Hmm?

You are the best friend
a man has ever had.

The night that Walter and I
spent in that temple

was nearly worth all the trouble
that came after.

Nearly.

I assure you, My Lord,

the treasure has gone untouched
since you entrusted it to our care.

Good.

Load it onto the wagon at once.

Must you leave us so soon, My Lord?

I have many enemies in the Midlands.

More than we can fight at present.

So I will sail to the lands of the South,

where I will use the treasure to raise
a mercenary army with which to return

to re-conquer D'Hara.

A wise plan, My Lord.

You and your Sisters will provide us
with an escort

to see us safely to the border.

Our real plan was to catch
a boat to Merilandria,

but I knew we needed protection
to get us past the marauders

and the bandits of the Iron Mountains,
and we almost made it.

Halt.

If it hadn't been for the meddling
of those Mord-Sith wenches.

Lord Rahl, it is your most trusted officer,
General Egremont.

It was the one man in the entire world

we knew we couldn't
possibly deceive.

What is he doing here?

We sent word to him, My Lord.

You will need all the swords you can get
if you are to restore the glory of D'Hara.

Are you a fool?

Do you not know that Lord Egremont
is a traitor?

- He tried to usurp the throne.
- Yes.

I had no idea.

Please, Lord Rahl, forgive me.

Your only hope of forgiveness
from Lord Rahl is the death of Egremont

and all his nefarious followers.

Order your Sisters to attack
before he slaughters us all.

You heard Lord Rahl.

Destroy them.

When the life went out
of that first Mord-Sith,

I knew our troubles had only begun.

- What do you mean?
- Well, she was dead, man.

Her soul was traveling down
to the Underworld.

Imagine her surprise when she finds
herself in that fiery pit of anguish,

facing the real Lord Rahl.

And imagine his displeasure
when he's told by his faithful Mord-Sith

that some impostor
is making off with his gold.

I fought bravely at Walter's
side, but we were overcome.

- Why did you attack us?
- Lord Rahl commanded me.

Lord Rahl is dead.

So I can only conclude
that man's an imposter,

a double once in Lord Rahl's employ.

You will beg my forgiveness
for your impertinence, Egremont,

or you and all your men will pay for it
with your sorry lives.

Gladly, if you can prove
that you are indeed the true Lord Rahl.

Which you can do by telling me,

what was the chief entertainment
at the fateful birthday party

of Princess Violet of Tamarang?

A clown.

No, Walter.

It was a puppeteer.

You have been deceived.

No. No. You know... Oh! Aah!

No.

Do not kill him.

My Lord, he was impersonating you
and stealing your gold.

Yes, so I've just been informed
by a recently dead Sister of the Agiel.

But this charlatan was useful to me in life
and may one day be useful to me in death.

Throw him in your dungeon,

but maintain his appearance in case
I have need of his services in the future.

Stay at the temple with your men.

Guard him with your life
until I appear to you again.

No, don't, please. Aah! Oh.

That was nearly half a year ago.

I haven't seen poor Walter since.

Do you think he's still alive?

No doubt rotting in that Mord-Sith dungeon
as we speak.

Here's to you, Walter.

I don't understand it.

We should have caught up to her
by now.

Maybe we have.

Zedd.

Command me, Confessor.

Remove the dacra.

Oh. Thank you, Kahlan.

The Scroll of Valdaire.
Do you know where it is?

Answer him.

Forgive me, Confessor.
I don't know anything about a scroll.

A Sister of the Dark took something
very valuable from the Seeker and ran off.

- Where is she?
- That must be Sister Marianna.

She ordered us to stay here
and attack you and the Seeker,

and at least slow you down
if we couldn't kill you.

Please forgive me, mistress.

- Which way did she go?
- West.

Let's move.

General.

This woman claims Lord Rahl
ordered her to meet him here.

Sister Marianna,
faithful servant of the Keeper.

The day we've been waiting for
has finally come.

But Lord Rahl is not here.

I have the power to summon him.

Do you still have the Scroll?

I wouldn't have dared
to appear before you without it.

My Lord, I've done
as you've commanded

and personally supervised
the incarceration of the prisoner.

I'm so pleased to hear that.

Because now

it is time for our old
friend Walter to die.

It's so cold down here.

Please don't tell anyone,
but I managed to steal a few tots of rum.

It should warm you up a bit.

Put these on. Hurry.

- What's going on?
- I'll explain once we're outside.

Quick.

- There's nobody coming.
- There will be.

Why are you helping me?

You were kind to me.

Nobody's ever been kind to me before.

We have to keep going.

He's gone.

My Sisters will get him back.

My riders will catch him faster.

Go.

Rahl?

No, no, I'm not him. I swear I'm not.

I'm just a sod who looks like him.

It's true. I saw a Sister of the Dark
summon the spirit of the real Lord Rahl.

I can't be him. See?

I'm not a spirit.

Go ahead. Touch me.

Uh... But not with that.

Nobody needs to touch you.

It's obvious you're not Rahl.

This Sister of the Dark,

did she have a scroll with her?

Yes.

Please,

help us.

They're planning to kill Walter.

Thank you for saving us.

We'll be on our way now, we don't
wanna be any more trouble. Okay.

You're not going anywhere.

Oh.

The Sister of the Dark
is in that temple with the Scroll.

We need to go in and get it.
We don't need extra cargo.

Think about it.

Darken Rahl keeps a look-alike
alive in his castle,

where he has summoned a
Sister of the Dark to assist the Mord-Sith.

He has all the magical ingredients
he needs

to return to the Land of the Living
in this man's body.

- What?
- We can't let him run off

and risk Rahl recapturing him
somehow.

We'll storm the temple, get the Scroll

and then we'll decide
what to do with them.

You'd better burn these bodies before
Rahl sends them back as banelings.

What an unexpected pleasure
to see so many old friends in one place.

Though I must say, Walter,
I have seen you looking better.

We know what you're planning
to do to him.

We're not going to let it happen.

Now, something tells me
you'll do more than let it happen.

You're going to kill him for me too.

And then your new Sister of the Dark
friend here

will summon my soul into his body,

and Cara's lovely lips will blow
the Breath of Life into my new lungs.

You're out of your mind.

On the contrary,
I'm thinking quite clearly.

Are you, brother?

Or do I need to remind you
that without the Scroll of Valdaire,

you will never repair the veil?

The Keeper will win and every
living person in this world will die.

But if you do as I ask,
I will hand you the Scroll personally.

Suddenly you wanna defeat
the Keeper?

I want to live again.

You, of all people,
must understand that, brother.

I miss the taste of a crisp apple,

the warm press of a woman's flesh
against my own.

But I must admit, being a spirit
does have its advantages.

For instance, I can appear
to Sister Marianna much faster

than you can get to the temple.

I have but to command her to burn
the Scroll and your failure is assured.

So do we have an agreement
or don't we?

If we turn down Rahl's proposal,

the Scroll will be ashes
before we can get to the temple.

I never thought I'd say this,

but that devious bastard
has us firmly by our nethers.

We can't just kill Walter.

Maybe we don't have to.

How attached are you to the body
you were born with?

I'd do anything to have a different face.

I think that can be arranged.

How?

We have the magical means to put
your spirit into one of these bodies

and bring you back to life.

And put Rahl's spirit into Walter's body.

Exactly.

Take your pick, any one you fancy.
But quickly.

Uh...

You choose.

- Me?
- Yeah.

If I'm going to have a new body,
I want one that pleases you.

Come.

Zedd, once we give Rahl his new body,

we can't just trust him
to bring us the Scroll back.

You could confess him.

Rahl's soul is immune to confession.

But there is another way.

You sure this is gonna work?

I went through it myself
and it worked fine.

Okay.

Is this going to hurt?

- I'll try and make it quick.
- Okay.

Um... Does it really have to be a knife?

Just sit back, okay, and try and relax.
Take a deep breath.

That wasn't so bad, now, was it?

Don't be afraid, Walter.

I'm right here.

Now.

Mika.

It's me. I'm back.

It's good to be back.

I knew you'd do the right thing, brother.

Sister Tyra is going with you
to the temple.

Now, you're going to get the Scroll
and bring it straight back.

Otherwise, she'll release
the magic of the dacra,

and you'll be dead again in a heartbeat.

This really wasn't necessary.

I would have done exactly
as I promised.

Well, I won't have to take that
on good faith now, will I?

My Lord, how is it possible
you've returned

without the help of Sister Marianna?

And how did you get the prisoner's body
when my men have yet to return with him?

Don't know what rabbit trail
your men are following, Egremont.

Fortunately, their ineptitude
was redeemed by Sister Tyra here.

You flatter me, My Lord.

Not only did she recapture and kill Walter,
she performed the ritual of resurrection.

What Mord-Sith did you find
to administer the Breath of Life?

I was revived by Tyra,

who had the foresight to kill a Mord-Sith
and take her han.

It appears you and your Sisters are not
as indispensable as you think.

Now, give me the Scroll.

My Lord, you do seem very much yourself,
but in light of recent misunderstandings,

I believe you would want me to verify

the identity of anyone
who claimed to be you.

Of course.

I'm sure you could tell me, for example,

what was the gift you gave
your sister Jennsen last year

when you were trying to earn her trust?

A kitten. And unless you want to share
that poor creature's unfortunate fate,

you will hand me the Scroll right now.

How very interesting.

You may be on your way now, Sister.

Sisters.

You will, of course, want refreshment,
My Lord, and company.

Yes, I would.

But unfortunately,
I have time for neither.

I must be on my way.

Prepare a wagon for my treasure.

At once, My Lord.

The Mother Confessor said nothing
about treasure.

Well, now that I'm alive again,
I have no intention of being penniless.

I won't allow you to displease
my mistress.

Well, imagine her displeasure
if the Seeker never has a chance

to read this Scroll.

Oh, you may command the magic
of the dacra to kill me,

but by then this parchment
will be nothing but cinders.

My Lord, your wagon is being prepared.

Shall I assume we're returning to the
People's Palace to reclaim your throne?

You are to remain here, Egremont.

My Lord, I am most eager
to help you resecure your domain.

No, the time is not yet right.

Before I return to the palace,
I must pay a visit to Ravensberg.

When I'm ready, I will send for you.
Is that clear?

Yes, My Lord.

I need your best archers, at once.

- Why?
- Lord Rahl was sending me a message.

He was once ambushed at Ravensberg
and almost killed.

He's telling me
he's in danger again now.

And we're going to get him out of it.

Do you have the Scroll?

I think you'll find it interesting reading.

I know I did.

Hand it over.

Of course, brother.

But in case your plan is to have
your pet Sister of the Dark here

kill me once I relinquish it,

you should know that I would
then be forced to tell the Keeper

what is written on the Scroll.

And then he will know exactly
where you'll be going next.

I imagine he would send
an army of banelings to greet you.

You win.

She won't release the magic.

Now give me the Scroll.

Now get this thing out of me.

I'm thinking maybe we should leave it in.
You're much more cooperative this way.

Lord Rahl is under the Seeker's control.

And will be as long
as the Sister of the Dark lives. Kill her.

Let's go. I know a place
we can be safe and happy.

Hyah!

For D'Hara and Lord Rahl!

Walter's getting away with the treasure.

- We have no use for it. Let them go.
- They're not the only ones that got away.

Rahl's gone too.

We can track him.

Maybe. We didn't come for Rahl.

We came to find out what we're supposed
to do with the Stone of Tears.

What does it say?

"The instructions inscribed
upon this Scroll

will only appear in the glow
cast by a Night Wisp."

All this trouble and the instructions
are invisible?

Only until we find
one of Kahlan's tiny friends.

Then I guess we know
which way we're headed.

So does Rahl.

A tankard of stout ale, barkeep.

Aha.

A brother in arms.

Brings to mind the good old days.

You know, I once came damnably close
to bringing back those good old days.

It's quite a story, and I'd be
happy to tell it if my, ahem...

- My throat weren't so damn dry.
- Ha.

I already know that story.

In fact, I know a part of it you don't.

The happy ending.

Oh, what's the matter, Malray?
Don't you recognize your old friend?

Walter? How?

That's quite a story too.
Which I'll tell you on the road.

That is, if you're still interested
in going to Merilandria.

Well, I'm a little short of funds,
I'm afraid.

I've recently come
into a small fortune myself.

Found a girl too. The right one.

She's outside in a coach right now.

And I've bought passage for three
on the next ship out of Wynnmore.

Is this really possible?

Walter.

Just close your eyes, Malray,
and imagine yourself by the sea.

Cheers.