The Bastard Executioner (2015): Season 1, Episode 6 - Thorns/Drain - full transcript

You're awake.

Yes.

You are lovely when you sleep.

Is something weighing
on you of late?

You seem very...

vigilant.

As a devoted wife should be.

To keep her blessings
in good order.

Yea.

Seems my blessings have yet
to settle into good order.

You have known



only the life
of a journeyman, Maddy.

Your rough spirit
will quiet in time.

And when Luca is of age
to swing the ax,

he will have no struggle
with a settled life.

Luca will not have this life.

Of course he will.

It is his birthright and duty.

As it was yours.

Have the reeve post it, please.

Yes, my lady.

It is the king's proclamation,
Isabel.

I must inform our shire.

Pardon, Baroness.

Our steward has brought on a
new girl to pick our berries.



He asked if I might take
her to the fields today,

show her where the
sweetest fruit grows.

To Glyn Goch?

My spirit is in desperate need
of a girl's task.

What need knocks?

It is your reeve,
Chamberlain,

in need of counsel.

A... royal matter.

Good, reeve.

Sir.

Lovely morning.

It is best left
to the imagination.

Indeed.

It arrived from Windsor in
the middle of the night.

The baroness insists that I
post it in the market square.

The word to be spread.

All from
the tinker's pile?

Yea. Nothing
will be missed.

Honoring your promise will keep
the Wolf in our good grace.

At least it'll be
a familiar blade

that tries to kill us when the
rebels attack our next caravan.

Are you to travel today,

Maddy?

Yea. To the rock beds.
Trading grain

- for new sharpening stones.
- And who will

be there?

Anyone fair or familiar?

At the quarry?

Quarrymen.

No one fair.

What does it say,
Father?

Blessed news.

Lady Love is with child.

The baron's parting gift.

An heir at
Ventrishire.

_

Shit.

Noble knights.

Punisher. Marshal.

Where do you venture
this morn?

South. The rock beds.

We trade grain for
sharpening stones.

The quarry trail
crosses the mines.

A favored hiding hole
of the rebels.

I will travel with them.

A waste of your
valuable time, sir.

- It's a ride most familiar to us.
- The court

cannot risk the loss
of its most skilled punisher.

And besides,
you give more delight

than the whores
and the minstrel.

Until the mead
pours, then.

Freeman.

Yea, on.

Whoa!

What grain rattles
like steel?

Just an odd lot of
junk, for barter.

Noble blades...

and shields?

That is Sir Denley's mark.
Who is it

that barters for
stolen weapons?

♪ 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? ♪

I can deliver all this to Griffith.

You should get back,
put the others on task

- with our urgent need to flee.
- Norton knows

we travel with Huxley.

We cannot return
without spurring suspicion.

We must slip in at Vespers
with the change of guard.

Allow us time
to take our revenge and escape.

_

- We will pick for an hour or two.
- We need to stay

at your side, Baroness.

After the attack
on Lady Pryce,

our chamberlain
doesn't want...

I so appreciate
your deep concern, gentlemen.

Perhaps you should
take two men.

Perhaps you should
take my words

as the end
of this discussion.

We'll be back soon with...

little plump treats.

I fear Sir Locke will be looking

for two of his own
little plump treats.

- You are scandalous, maiden.
- I only speak what is true.

His berries are very small.

The Seraphim
would only settle in...

substantial waterways,
for communication

and to make an exit. _

These larger rivers
do not flow deep enough

into the shire.

Our search should stay

to the coast.

Well, the shire's castle is

on the northern bend.
This brook winds north

and leads to the main trail
of the court.

That would be
an easier journey, master.

Do you doubt my fortitude,
young Cormac?

No, sir. But...

your duties at Windsor
may be called upon

for a swift return,
and I think it most sound

that my men and I take the
burden of a greater territory

whilst you search Castle Ventris
and its courts

for our elusive Seraphim.

Your diplomacy skills are
as sharp as your mind, dear boy.

Then we venture.

They will begin their search

at the castle.

Ja.

I will ready my service.

_

I thank you
for taking this risk.

I am sorry the slaying
of this... eager dog

now forces you to flee, but...

perhaps it is God
taking the reins,

guiding you
to holier ground.

And will you be able
to provide that refuge?

Indeed, you are
a man of your word.

I will keep
you and your friends safe.

But there is a more
pressing need than our safety.

At the fishing village,
your rebels attacked

a noble caravan, putting the
life of the baroness in peril.

That attack
was not our doing.

Gruffudd knew nothing
of the plan.

The foolish attack
of young hearts.

I am trusted.

I have... earned my leadership.

I guide our course
as best I can,

but revolution cannot be
tucked inside a box.

It has no law, no punishment.

Nor does chaos.

Yea.

Rhys...

You should travel.
I'll keep my men here

until after dark to
await your return.

I have your word
about the baroness?

No more attacks.

Yes.

Nothing I dictate
would ever throw harm her way.

It is beautiful.

Yes.

I love it so.

But I must confess to you
as well.

There are times my spirit aches
for adventure.

I dream of it so vividly.

The thrill of travel,

a different...

You desired an audience
with the Wolf,

and so I obliged.

Where is Isabel?

Your maiden is unhurt.

I am told
you wish to speak of peace.

Uh, forgive my hesitation
to engage in fair-mindedness.

It seems being bagged and carted
like a sack of root

builds little trust.

One has to protect our history

and honor the myth,

dear sister.

Half-sister.

Clearly, my father chose
ill-bred mistresses

early in his marriage,

incapable of bearing children

who are sound
of mind.

Insulting my mother builds
little trust as well.

I thought having our little talk
at Great-Grandfather's fortress

might give you comfort.

Yes, and I'm sure
you're quite comfortable

amongst the rubble and ruin.

I believe that was
another... insult.

You'll have to forgive
my dull wit, Baroness.

I didn't have the privilege
of your scholarly upbringing.

Oh, please.

Do not wear the tattered peasant
cloak with me, Gruffy.

You were always well cared for.

Father loved his secret son more
than he did Trista and myself.

It is wonderful
to see you again, Love.

Still tiny, still all...

spit and wit.

Yes.

You as well.

I only wish
our meeting

was inspired by kinship
and not bloodshed.

And it is
a reasonable assumption

that you do not flaunt
your brotherly ties to the Wolf

at noble dinners?

No one is aware.

Although Isabel
would recognize you.

Your hair and
beard are unruly

and filthy...

...but you still have the face
of that teenage boy.

That boy died
many deaths since.

As well as hundreds
of other innocent boys.

Such is the nature
of rebellion.

A sad and bloody truth.

A truth we must change, Gruffy.

That...

is what the Byth Encil wishes
for, Love, change.

An independent Wales
is my greatest wish as well.

But that change will never
happen blade against blade.

You're smart enough
to know that.

It must happen at a table
with men and women

of even temper and open heart.

When you find these men
and women,

I'll openly pull up my chair.

I did not start
this revolution, Love.

Longshanks planted
that seed of hate years ago,

ripping from our hearts
our most sacred title and crown,

placing it on the empty head
of his own frivolous son,

the first Prince of Wales
never to speak a word of Welsh.

Our history may still burn us,
brother,

but you lead the Byth Encil now.

You guide the efforts
that never retreat.

I must confess, sister,

I am more legend than law.

Half the rebel attacks
are made by men I have never led

or even met.
Including the one

on you on Penfras Mawr.
I am so sorry for that.

A revolution with no leader
is chaos.

Blood spilled with no purpose.

- To no end...
- And that is why

I bagged you today, Love.

I need money
to organize these men.

If I can provide food,
shelter, weapons,

care for their families,
they'll become loyal soldiers,

subject to sound command.

You want me to fund
your revolution?

I know you were able to hide
family heirlooms from Ventris.

Jewelry, chalices,

noble
medals.

How do you know...

Oh, yes, the crypt.

It was the only way I could
visit my father at the castle.

We spent many hours amongst
our dead ancestors, talking,

reading. I know the magic
that room possesses.

Then why not just creep
in the dead of night

and take what you desire?

I may be an unruly, filthy,
rebel bastard,

but I'm not a thief.

And I have no right
to that history.

I know how sacred
those things are to you.

I am asking you to
bestow one to me.

A gift.

To help our beloved Wales.

Were you there,
in the grass fields,

when my husband was killed?

I was.

But another took his life.

A warrior that once served Erik.

An honorable man.

I will wait for you
in the under passage.

After compline.

If you cannot help,
I'll hold no ill will, sister.

And if I do not give up
our precious history,

will that end all talk of peace?

You are just
in time, my love.

Supper's
nearly served.

I need you to sit

and listen.

It is pressing.

Stay,
boy.

You need to hear this.

What troubles you, Maddy?

That is not my name.

I'm not quite sure why you hold
onto this lie the way you do.

There is no lie, husband.

Stop!

I am not your husband.

Nor am I an executioner.

All in this room
know that truth.

As well
as our chamberlain.

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.

You are pious.
In service of God...

I murdered an honored knight
this morn.

One of the men responsible
for killing my wife

and unborn-unborn child.

That is the thing
that brought me here.

Revenge is why I stayed.

You are speaking such madness.

Madness

will happen if we're not gone

before this noble's blood
falls on my hands.

We need to leave
this place.

Tonight.

Or Corbett will most certainly
make examples of us all.

Why are you doing this to us?

I'm sorry you were pulled

into this.

Your heart compelled you
to help me,

and I will be forever grateful.

But now I need to protect you.

This is our home, husband.

Our children...

Please.

Yes.

And if you want to save
our children, you must...

do what I say.

Pack only which is most needed.

Some dry goods
and water as well.

Be ready to travel after dark.

Jessamy.

Jessamy.

I'll pack what we need, Father,

and see that Mother is ready.

Thank you, Luca.

Once we are safe,

will you leave us?
No longer be my father?

I will never be your father.

Not of birth.

But I'll not leave you, son.

You take
the wife and children

and ride to the old
Aberffraw fortress.

But I should be here,
in the fight.

Keeping those innocents alive

is the most important
thing to Wilkin.

He's trusted you
with that task.

Then I'll not let
anything harm them.

Good.

Then we can take our vengeance
to Leon

and the four we know were
at West River Riding.

But we still don't know for
sure who killed our families.

We are certain
they were part of the massacre.

Trust they killed
someone you loved.

Are you certain you're
able to do this, Isabel?

I have asked for your
confidence so much as of late.

That is my service, Love.

Knowing you have opened the door
to a potential peace

gives me great joy and an even
deeper admiration for my lady.

Baroness, we were heavy
with worry.

I am so sorry, Sir Locke.

I was showing Isabel a
favorite childhood spot of mine.

Seems time slipped away.

A favored spot in
these woods, my lady?

Yes. North.

There is a clearing,

with a quite
lovely...

Bog.

A deep, mysterious bog.

With strange mud and...

Do take us home,
good knights.

We've had our
fill of memories.

Bog?

Sorry.

Your father about, lad?

No, sir.

When he returns,

tell him our
chamberlain needs him.

A pressing matter.

Yes, sir.

What if the blame for
Huxley's death falls to rebels

or desertion? _

- Is it not wise to wait before
we risk such peril? - Huxley left

with Toran and I.

When he does not show up
for drink and whores,

the knights will come
looking for us.

Shh.

Moor.

The Roman verses.
Are they transcribed?

No.

There are hundreds of pages.

And yet you have time
for idle conversation.

You are the punisher.

Yea. Gawain Maddox.

I'm afraid
I don't know your name.

This is true.

You do not.

To the quill, Moor.

My superior.

In his seventh year of 23.

Payment for his crime.

He will die
with a quill in his hand.

You will never see that fate,
brother.

That is why we must use
this misfortune

to set fire to our revenge
and take flight from this place.

Yes.

I will be ready.

"This shall be the
law of the leper

in the day of
his cleansing."

"And the priest shall go forth

out of the camp and shall look,

and behold,
if the plague of leprosy

be healed..."

The market does not trade today,
healer.

I am here to see you, Father.

Let us take some quiet time
to think about our lesson.

Heads on hands.

How may I be of help?

I do not deal
in remedies, woman.

These are not to heal.

They are to warn.

An omen.

A danger comes to this court,

a darkness.

It is not wise to show
your pagan hand so openly.

Leviticus.

Chapter 14,
verses two and three.

Would a pagan hand
know the touch

of every page in your Bible?

The crown of thorns.

You will know the evil
when you see it.

God will guide you
to the task.

Chamberlain.

- Did you find Maddox?
- I did not, sire,

but I found another
with urgent news

about our punisher.

The wife.

Insisted she speak of this
pressing matter only with you.

It was received from
Baron Pryce, but an hour ago.

A rebel,
discovered in our shire,

has confessed
to the murder

of his beloved wife,
Lady Trula.

The baron claims
that the guilty man

was under orders of the Wolf.

Yes.

Not unlike
the order given

to attack you
at the fishing village.

As it is

our jurisdiction, Baroness,

I have promised Baron Pryce
swift justice

in the trial and punishment
of this godless murderer.

Yes.

Pardon, Baroness.

Good chamberlain.

We have visitors.

His most Holy,
the Archdeacon of Windsor.

I've told the gate guards
Jessamy and the children

are meeting family
just beyond the north turn.

I can tuck the trapper
in the back of the wagon.

He can take the reins
when they clear,

get them to the Wolf.

Good.

Blades, hammer and punch
for the shackles.

Our cage key should unlock
Berber's quarters.

And your play for
Leon and the others,

you trust
it will work?

The knights will be
into the mead by now,

aware that Huxley
has not returned.

If I can spur Leon
to a challenge

before they press me
for answers,

the reeve's pride should
distract their suspicion.

I'll take the fight
to the training yard.

Wait there with the others.

We make the attack,
sudden and deadly.

Yea.

Father.

You must go.

They wait for you. Please.

Easy now, lad. Who waits?

The chamberlain would like
a word, punisher.

Ah, Father Ruskin.

This is his most Holy,
Archdeacon of Windsor.

An honor to meet you,
your most Holiness.

You as well, good priest.

The Archdeacon is here for
an examination of accounts.

Officially, yes.

Our Holy Father, Pope Clement,

requires a most
accurate reporting

of his growing flock.

For me,

it is more of an possibility
to meet your congregation.

I do hope you'll honor us

by giving Mass this Sunday,
Archdeacon.

The honor would
indeed be mine, Baroness.

I beg your pardon,
Holiness.

I have some duties
to close before I retire.

Thank you,

Chamberlain.

Baroness.
Good priest.

Sir Absolon.

Good night, Milus.

We have prepared our guest
chamber for you, Archdeacon.

That is most gracious.

Sir Absolon,

I've made room for you

in my quarters.

Thank you, Father.

- Maddox and Marshal wait with my men.
- Good.

Chamberlain, may I ask

what pressing thing
the wife spoke of?

If it be of a criminal nature,
I should be aware.

It was more of
a marital nature.

Station Sir Norton
outside the door.

That is all, Reeve.

Why are we here,
Corbett?

Sir Huxley has yet to return
from his travels with you.

And why is that
our concern?

It is more the concern
of your wife.

She told me that
some of the knights

made vile and lustful

advances towards her.

And you,

overcome with
jealous rage,

threatened to
take vengeance.

She begs that
I confine you

until your proper mind
can be restored.

It is time for us
to be true,

gentlemen.

I know who you
and your friends are.

Hooded bandits

caught up inside
a bloody dumbshow.

What proof do you have
of this wild tale?

I knew of Wilkin the
warrior long before

he was Wilkin the
barley farmer.

I was quite certain that he
was not Gawain the punisher.

The rest of your clever
guile was obvious.

You present the
dead bandits

to quash a rally for
a noble hunting party.

And you condemn
your own brother.

A deserter and an annoyance.

It was the wife, however,

who inspired my rescue.

A rescue that makes us
your puppets.

Not puppets.

Soldiers.

My proposition...

...you want revenge for what
happened in the village.

I need smart and capable men

who will serve me beyond
the boundaries of manor law.

Your noble guard
bows to your whim.

Most of my knights
are hirelings.

Soldiers of fortune
with a loyalty to profit,

not manor.

The risk of betrayal
is too great.

Sir Norton.

Chamberlain.

You were there

the night that we served
justice to West River Riding?

Yes, sir.

I saw you take
a torch to homes

and put a blade

in many innocent villagers.

Is this a discussion to be had

in the presence of these men,
Chamberlain?

I am afraid it is.

Gather your friends.

Torture him, kill him,

whatever will quench
the thirst of your vengeance.

Then, when you are through,
toss him in the water pit.

I will see to it
that his and Huxley's blood

does not land on your hands.

Five, gutting a helpless one,
would bring no man peace.

Your peace is not my concern.

This is about honor
and business.

He is my offering.

And it will be my final one.

Your wrath will not touch
our reeve

or any of his other men.

Then... you and your bandits
will serve under my charge.

There is much to accomplish.

You are well aware
of the consequences

if you turn against that
or disappear.

Imagine...

how heartbroken Love would be,

if she were
to discover that her

growing affection was born

on a bed of lies
and godless deception.

Oh.

The wife.

She is quite mad.

Take concern in that.

Ask the question
that weighs on you heavy.

Do you gather the others
or should I?

I'll bring them.

_

Please forgive me.

It warms my heart
that you have come.

A man has confessed
to the murder of Lady Trula.

According to Baron Pryce,

he claims to be a rebel,

following the orders
of the Wolf.

I do not know this man,

sister.

He was not under my orders

or anyone else's
within the Byth Encil.

Why would he lie

and willingly condemn
himself to death?

I cannot know what
is in his heart.

It seems that now my lore
is being turned against me.

If they only knew
how small I truly am.

The famous Wolf, scurrying like
a rat through dank tunnels,

stealing crumbs
from kind strangers.

Please forgive me,
dearest Love,

for pulling
you into this.

I come to this cause
willingly.

Do not fall down
that dark hole, brother.

I need the big, strong Wolf

to eat the sad, little rat.

Spit and wit.

This man will be
in our charge soon.

I will find out
what is in his heart.

Get the truth
in this matter.

We need to help each other.

It is extraordinary.

Find a smith
who can separate all the stones.

It should provide
a strong foundation

to build your army.

I have your word, brother,

that we do this together?

Yes.

An alliance of noble and outlaw.

It is... rather poetic.

Poetry will not keep our necks
from the king's ax.

With caution and counsel
is how we proceed.

In the presence of God,

you have my word.

May our savior

keep you safe, Gruffy.

Of course he will.

Jesus was a rebel.

I will keep

turning and turning.

I need the name

of the man
who killed the boy's mother.

Toran!

Toran!

God have mercy.

What spurred
such horror?

A need for truth.

Do not stop me!

Brothers. Please.

We are family,
are we not?

Sir Denley.

He was the one who plunged
the dagger through your mother.

He gave up that truth.

He was witness to it all.

And Ventris.

He was the one
who slit my boy's throat.

I give us
what we want, brothers.

This knight...

he knows of the man
who killed my Eva.

I need to take that from him.

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

at least give me the relief
of knowing who took her life.

And you think it gives me relief

every time I see Petra's cross
swing from our reeve's neck?

- It tortures me.
- Yea.

And it will drive you
to a madness only soothed

by thrusting a blade
into the belly of the reeve.

Allow me

the comfort
the madness will serve!

That deeper burn.

Sir Locke.

He thrust the blade
into her belly.

And then her throat.

It was Locke.

Please.

And so, we have vengeance.

Master Gawain?

Baroness.

We always seem to find ourselves
in the most unlikely of places.

Yes.

Have you exchanged

church pews for sacks of grain?

I fear God might not
recognize me as of late.

Why is that?

My heart feels
so unfamiliar.

As if it beats
inside another man.

And my hands... they...

hold no warmth, no...

...truth I can recall.

I'm sorry, my lady. I'm...

I'm so very tired.

And very sad.

If this other man is half
as true and good

as the one I know,

I am sure God sees
the grace within him.

You are so kind
to me, my lady.

And so beautiful.

My moments with you...
they feel like...

the only thing
that has any truth.

You see me.

From that moment in the chapel,
when you touched my wound...

...my dearest Love,
I have been drawn to you.

My apologies, Baroness.

I am...

It's the drunkenness of fatigue.

I am not offended,
Master Gawain.

Then you are most forgiving.

Good night, Baroness.

I saw the birth of a boy.

When I touched your
wound that night.

A vision.

It lasted but a moment,

but it was... vivid and clear.

I sensed you saw it, as well?

No, my lady. I...

felt only the pain of my wound.