The Hexer (2002–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - Okruch lodu - full transcript
You stink. Don't come closer, go wash yourself.
The baths are closed.
There's water in the hall. Fill it up.
So what was it in the garbage?
Zeugl.
Any troubles?
No, not in particular
Well then. Even a witcher can find a work in a city.
You know, Istredd says that every killed creature in forests or swamps is replaced by something new, some other mutation.
Adapted to the new conditions, to the man's enviroment.
Don't make a face, Istredd's right.
What he came up to in the quiet of his lab is known to every witcher child.
What's your problem?
Istredd examines these things, he conducts extensive studies.
Lay down now.
Before the elixirs knock you out. You are slowly finishing yourself with them.
I have to take them before a fight.
I want to examine you.
Yen, let's leave Aedd Gynvael, it's a bad place.
Not now.
I told you I've got things to do.
With Istredd?
You know what Aedd Gynvael means in elvish?
Yes.
Piece of ice.
There's a legend among the elves about the Winter Queen
who rides through the countries in the sleighs drown by the white horses.
The one she lookes at is doomed. She has these little pieces of ice.
The one who's hit by this ice in his eye or heart is lost.
He wont have a rest, he'll leave everything to pursue his love 'till his end.
Maybe he's got the faith.
But it's an evil love.
Becuase his heart will become a block of ice. It will be callous and cruel.
What about the queen?
Is it her amusement?
Doesn't she feel a thing? Is she made of ice?
Maybe not entirely.
Yen, I don't know who I am. What am I supposed to do with this?
The usual.
Something stinks here.
I tell you, it smells of carcass.
Not a carcass, that's a natural elvish odour.
All the same.
Hey you! white!
Elves and other non-humans are not allowed here.
Nor are dogs, dog catchers and rats.
Easy there or you'll have no more beer.
It's a witcher. Not an elf.
And what does a witcher do?
He hunts the filth.
Don't be angry. You know the young.
To be frank, there is some unpleasant odor but with addition of a female perfume.
You kill off cockroaches?
You speak of yourselves?
- What?
- Get lost, squirt. Go; without another word.
Look at this! A stinkin bozo!
A fuckin' changeling is offending us! Get out of here, rascal!
Get up.
You know little about witchers.
Now I'm going to listen your comments on dog catchers, elves and witchers.
Smell this. It's blood. I killed it this night in a garbage, it stunk a lot.
You think that's how the elves stink?
No.
Hey! Where you think you're going?
I recognise you. Witcher to Herbolth, the starost. I've heard of you, monster killer.
I am Derbot Maranga. We have something in common, guess what it is.
We have nothing in common. The fact you've been to Kaer Mohren only differs us, you're a renegade.
People pay you for being a hound.
The starost awaits you.
No weapon. Leave your sword here.
How nice. I'd like you to ask for my sword some day.
I will.
Make way, Sirs merchants.
Don't worry about Maranga. He draws a weapon only if I tell him to.
Is it so dangerous here?
No. Because I pay Derbot.
People are rioting.
Have you heard? Half elf has became the governor of Raquereln.
Damned blood and race.
Everything that's bad comes from them.
But let's get to the business.
What was in the dump?
Zeugl.
- Killed?
- Yes.
How much will this damage set me back? 70?
100.
Come on, sir witcher. You must have drinked blekot.
It's eaten up a few people but they were all worthless.
100. Why have you called me? Maranga would have killed it.
My last offer...90.
For devils and demons!
Deal.
A plague upon you! So then, would you work for me?
You know my codex - I can't. Besides, I'm leaving.
Is that so? Every time the sorceress arrives to Aedd Gynvael she doesn't leave too early.
I know, as she's been here before. Now you're together? Something new.
Speak more clearly, please.
Look...
I don't want any trouble here.
Istredd the sorcerer is an important and respected figure here.
Where does he live?
You don't know that? You know nothing.
Envoys from the governor have arrived from Raquereln! They're in the castle.
See? New governor, new order.
After so many years I am to be sacked by an elf. But it won't be easy.
Sword.
Wait. I had a look at your sword and I want to buy it.
Listen, scumbag. I'm gonna sink you in a crap.
We will meet.
Soon, I hope.
Jaskier!
Praise the gods! They wanted to kill me. Why?
How did you get here?
I joined the retinue from Raquereln.
Come on.
Are you hurt?
Nah, they barely touched me.
Again I'm saved by my quick legs.
Quick poet is a living poet.
What's going on here?
I can only guess. Riots against elves are about to happen. Maybe a pogrom. Someone's behind it, as usual.
In Raquereln they told me these lands are full of peace. That the poeple here have shaped up well with the elves.
Maybe until just now.
Who's this chambair?
Mine and Yennefer's. Ours.
So it lasts. Sweet.
What do you do?
I slay something, as always. Yen works with the local sorcerer, Istredd. Have you heard of him?
Yeah. There's the inn downstairs, let's go there.
No. There'd be trouble. I socked some whippersnappers there this morning. They took me for an elf.
Since when you avoid trouble?
It's not the point. Yennefer has things to do here.
I don't know. I think you should leave this place, the sooner, the better. With Yennefer.
Why would we do that? And what are you doing in my chambair, Jaskier?
Hail, beautiful sorceress.
Well, you need to get out of this town. They beat everyone, not just elves. I was just saved by Geralt.
They followed us. We'd better wait here for a while.
We? Now you're playing politics? Are you involved?
Listen, Yennefer. Jaskier arrived with the delegation of the governor. They almost killed him.
Go then. But not us.
Such riots always happened. We can't change it.
Elves are being harmed.
People have been doing this for 100 years.
You won't fix the world. You cannot fight with people. Your codex, remember?
We need to wait 'till it's all over. They'll sow their oats, get drunk and go to sleep.
Hung some elves, rape a few. It's gonna be fine.
I must get my medicine from the herbalist. Will you go for me? Please.
Jaskier! I don't want you to bother Geralt!
You bring him troubles, you set him against people, hang on him and then when he's left in woe you don't even remember what was it all about!
You talk of him as if he was retarded, mentally handicapped mutant whilst he's a normal man, he wants to be, and you don't let him to.
Oh yes, if we accept your standards, he is a normal man. Cause brawling, drinking and whoring is nothing unusual. Every time you two meet, there are troubles.
But he loves you! This mutant, how's that possible?
I didn't call him like this.
But you thought like this and you treat him so.
Do you love him?
What kind of question is this?
Simple kind, normal question. Question of honesty.
How dare you!
I am who I am. I don't act nor hide anything. I don't lie, that's how I'm honest.
Are you implying anything? You mean I hide something?
Answer yourself.
Get out of here, Jaskier. Leave now! Go to a brothel.
You'll brag there. Payed girls will adore your honesty.
You throw me out, now? On the street?
Those payed girls are honest compared to you. Thanks for the hospitality.
How could you.
Closed!
I don't need a woman. I'm looking for a bard named Jaskier. He's been chased.
Who asks?
What can I say? One of you.
We've been waiting for you. Advise us Geralt, things are bad. They killed some elves, I saw it myself. It's him.
The witcher, Geralt.
The worst of the Maranga's gang is also a witcher. A man.
He's a renegade. A hitman.
We eliminate such murderers.
But there's another one in the town. His name was Gvidon, now it's Falvick.
Hired killer, very dangerous. If he's in the town - it's serious.
Fighting is out of the question.
They are waiting for this. For the death of a first human. Then it'll start.
Hasn't it already started?
They want the elvish society to support Herbolt.
Herbolth will hang some thugs and keep his post, then things will go back to normal.
That's wretched.
That's how we live.
But there's something behind it.
The intrigue is deeper. We'll do everything to avoid provocation.
That's why Jaskier must disappear. He's an alien. Perfect for gallows.
I'll get him out of the town in the morning.
Go back.
Not yet.
Come with me.
I can't.
Don't be like a beaten dog. It's gonna be fine.
Who am I? Am I entitled to have feelings?
You ask as a witcher? Or a man?
Or maybe a griffon or a mammoth? A snail?
It's not a correct question.
If you feel anything, if you love, it's inside you.
If it hurts or amuses you, it's yours.
Can you dispute a snail's right to feel only because you're not sure whether it does?
It would be mean.
Don't let anyone tell you anything nor hurt you.
I haven't met a better man than you.
Come in.
What's so funny, witcher?
Every time I see this stuff I wonder if one couldn't dabble in magic...
...without all these eyesores.
The true, deep magic requires knowledge and research.
You find it repulsive?
Leave Yennefer alone.
So, we get to the point. I'll put it bluntly - I proposed to her.
What did she say?
She'll think it over.
That it's a tough decision because of you.
That's why I ask you to leave her alone for her own good.
That's pathetic. Wouldn't be easier to hit me with a lighting?
This way I wouldn't be able to refuse.
I hope you won't.
Istredd.
This is pointless, I'm not interested in your suggestions.
You could've proposed to her long time ago. Now she's not yours.
You have no right to refuse me. Not you.
And who do you think I am?
A fleeting affair, a caprice, an adventure, one of many she has had.
You didn't understand the question.
I did.
But I speak about Yen's emotions on purpose.
You're a witcher and thus not capable of having any emotions.
Forgive me, as I don't intend to humiliate you.
You're a mutant and that's how you've been created so that you can work in your profession.
What you feel is just a reflection of Yen's emotions and her interest in you.
How can you know that?
Geralt, listen to me.
I want to give her stabilisation, happiness, home, children.
I condcut a research on infertility, this is science, not magic.
Can you give it to her? No. You haul after her, it is silly and it soon will be laughable.
A witcher entangled in woman's dress.
It can't be your fate, it's not your destination.
Istredd, what are we doing here?
It's only her to decide, to choose. This conversation is pointless.
She won't choose.
Why?
She'll never choose. I know her.
Unless one of us gives up.
Right.
Or if the fate decides for us.
I talked to him.
He calls you 'Yen'.
Geralt. I've known him for a long time.
He's very close to me.
But so are you - that's the problem.
Do you consider accepting his proposal?
Yes...
...we have much in common, we understand each other well.
He can give me the support, the future, and most of all -
he loves me.
Uh-huh, I understand.
You understand nothing.
I've told you so many times I can't love for real,
I've told you about the Queen,
it was suppossed to be a warning but it's also not true.
I'm not a piece of ice. I pity you. And him.
Please, don't go.
..Don't go...
Yen, I pity you as well,
but it must be finished.
Answer one question:
Have you been making love to him now?
Yes. Yes, but I don't feel guilty - I don't understand it.
Yen.
You can do whatever you want.
But what you've done is mean. You know why?
You had a laugh at my cost. Of course the cost is little for you.
Because I'm a mutant, an inhuman monster without emotions and you so can do all this to me.
I've never thought this way.
Really? Istredd explained this to me.
I have no feelings towards you. What I feel is just a reflection of your emotions.
That's not true.
Things have gone bad, Geralt.
But you also haven't ever told me you loved me.
And what I, witcher, am doing here?
Who do I follow and why? I don't know the pretty words.
I didn't want to hurt you. Try to understand, forgive.
Farewell.
Istredd.
Don't say anything.
Let me say something.
Yennefer won't decide, we've got to do this for her.
Like men.
Right now I'm not sure if it's a good idea.
Yen would never forgive me if I'd kill you. At least she can have a good memories of me.
What do you mean?
I've just broken up with her. I quit.
Why?
Even if I'm a human, you're not going to accept it.
Such likes are pittied, then hated. Besides, I can't give Yen what she dreams about so I can't take anything from her.
Now I'm not so sure if I've been right.
I know I differ from other witchers nevertheless I'm one of them.
I've got all features, including the infertility and Yennefer wants a child.
Well. I'm sorry, Geralt. I feel stupid.
No, no, no. Don't be sorry.
Had I seen the slightest hope, the slimmest chance I'm wrong I'd slaughter you without a doubt.
On the other hand, I've changed my opinion over magicans.
Maybe because of elves. I appreciate your courage.
Well, I can say the same about you. You're leaving now?
No. I'll look for some place to stay.
One more monster?
In human form.
What's the way to the Happy Spider?
- No!
- This Way! Now you know.
There's been a rumour that you and Istredd wnat to kill each other.
Don't go about rumours, Starost. It's not for a worthy man.
So you're in the joking mood, eh? Tell me if it's true.
It's none of your business.
Yes, it is. We need Istredd.
He has important functions in this town. For public money.
What do I care? Look out for him, you've got your dog, what's his name... Waranga! Come here, boy!
You offended me, scumbag.
Oh, I'm sorry, so sorry for all the dogs.
Leave him alone! You're drunk. You want trouble?
Watch it or you'll end up in the dungeon or on a rope.
You're threating me? Try to take me.
See? You've got your power, your dogs and pants full of shit.
Here are 100 marks
Take them and get out of Aedd Gynvael.
I won't let Istredd risk his life for such a stupid reason, for some...
Take...your ugly face off me, Herbolth. Money you can shove up your ass. Go away, now.
All right, I wanted to be easy on you. A witcher entangled in a skirt?
The people's defender?
Where's your honour, your mission?
Fine, fight for this wench who gives anyone...
One more word...and this inn will burn with blood.
See what you are?
Maranga, a renegade, is more honest than you.
He's not pretending.
I wasn't going to fight with Istredd. I'm leaving tomorrow morning.
Maranga!
What?
You wanted to buy my sword.
Tomorrow I'm gonna sell it to you at the gate.
I'll be there.
I thought you've left.
I am leaving now.
I visited her before dawn and she wasn't there. She's left a letter.
'There are gifts you are not allowed to take if you cannot give anything in return.'
These are your words.
You think it's a trick? That we leave separately?
No. I'd rather make sure.
Fight!
No. She wouldn't like it. She could've only had us both or none of us.
Herbolth told me I'm worse than a renegade. I didn't kill him, you know why?
Because he's right. I was ready to slaughter you and half of the town because of my bitterness and hate.
But you haven't.
Love is not a witchers' thing.
Leave me now.
Don't put up, Geralt. Sir Istredd, please step back. I'm ordered to land the witcher.
Why?
He wanted to kill you, sir.
It's not true.
Take him!
To the bows! Fire at his legs! I want him alive!
Don't do it.
You have to die. You've been killing people and elves...
...for money.
And even though your heart burns
She's not to be yours.
That's how the fires of hearts end
In the ocean of parting.
Your fate is already written
In vain you're trying.
Like a thrown stone that wants
to become a star in the sky.
Timing and Corrections by McBubby and Michal
Translated by Michal
The baths are closed.
There's water in the hall. Fill it up.
So what was it in the garbage?
Zeugl.
Any troubles?
No, not in particular
Well then. Even a witcher can find a work in a city.
You know, Istredd says that every killed creature in forests or swamps is replaced by something new, some other mutation.
Adapted to the new conditions, to the man's enviroment.
Don't make a face, Istredd's right.
What he came up to in the quiet of his lab is known to every witcher child.
What's your problem?
Istredd examines these things, he conducts extensive studies.
Lay down now.
Before the elixirs knock you out. You are slowly finishing yourself with them.
I have to take them before a fight.
I want to examine you.
Yen, let's leave Aedd Gynvael, it's a bad place.
Not now.
I told you I've got things to do.
With Istredd?
You know what Aedd Gynvael means in elvish?
Yes.
Piece of ice.
There's a legend among the elves about the Winter Queen
who rides through the countries in the sleighs drown by the white horses.
The one she lookes at is doomed. She has these little pieces of ice.
The one who's hit by this ice in his eye or heart is lost.
He wont have a rest, he'll leave everything to pursue his love 'till his end.
Maybe he's got the faith.
But it's an evil love.
Becuase his heart will become a block of ice. It will be callous and cruel.
What about the queen?
Is it her amusement?
Doesn't she feel a thing? Is she made of ice?
Maybe not entirely.
Yen, I don't know who I am. What am I supposed to do with this?
The usual.
Something stinks here.
I tell you, it smells of carcass.
Not a carcass, that's a natural elvish odour.
All the same.
Hey you! white!
Elves and other non-humans are not allowed here.
Nor are dogs, dog catchers and rats.
Easy there or you'll have no more beer.
It's a witcher. Not an elf.
And what does a witcher do?
He hunts the filth.
Don't be angry. You know the young.
To be frank, there is some unpleasant odor but with addition of a female perfume.
You kill off cockroaches?
You speak of yourselves?
- What?
- Get lost, squirt. Go; without another word.
Look at this! A stinkin bozo!
A fuckin' changeling is offending us! Get out of here, rascal!
Get up.
You know little about witchers.
Now I'm going to listen your comments on dog catchers, elves and witchers.
Smell this. It's blood. I killed it this night in a garbage, it stunk a lot.
You think that's how the elves stink?
No.
Hey! Where you think you're going?
I recognise you. Witcher to Herbolth, the starost. I've heard of you, monster killer.
I am Derbot Maranga. We have something in common, guess what it is.
We have nothing in common. The fact you've been to Kaer Mohren only differs us, you're a renegade.
People pay you for being a hound.
The starost awaits you.
No weapon. Leave your sword here.
How nice. I'd like you to ask for my sword some day.
I will.
Make way, Sirs merchants.
Don't worry about Maranga. He draws a weapon only if I tell him to.
Is it so dangerous here?
No. Because I pay Derbot.
People are rioting.
Have you heard? Half elf has became the governor of Raquereln.
Damned blood and race.
Everything that's bad comes from them.
But let's get to the business.
What was in the dump?
Zeugl.
- Killed?
- Yes.
How much will this damage set me back? 70?
100.
Come on, sir witcher. You must have drinked blekot.
It's eaten up a few people but they were all worthless.
100. Why have you called me? Maranga would have killed it.
My last offer...90.
For devils and demons!
Deal.
A plague upon you! So then, would you work for me?
You know my codex - I can't. Besides, I'm leaving.
Is that so? Every time the sorceress arrives to Aedd Gynvael she doesn't leave too early.
I know, as she's been here before. Now you're together? Something new.
Speak more clearly, please.
Look...
I don't want any trouble here.
Istredd the sorcerer is an important and respected figure here.
Where does he live?
You don't know that? You know nothing.
Envoys from the governor have arrived from Raquereln! They're in the castle.
See? New governor, new order.
After so many years I am to be sacked by an elf. But it won't be easy.
Sword.
Wait. I had a look at your sword and I want to buy it.
Listen, scumbag. I'm gonna sink you in a crap.
We will meet.
Soon, I hope.
Jaskier!
Praise the gods! They wanted to kill me. Why?
How did you get here?
I joined the retinue from Raquereln.
Come on.
Are you hurt?
Nah, they barely touched me.
Again I'm saved by my quick legs.
Quick poet is a living poet.
What's going on here?
I can only guess. Riots against elves are about to happen. Maybe a pogrom. Someone's behind it, as usual.
In Raquereln they told me these lands are full of peace. That the poeple here have shaped up well with the elves.
Maybe until just now.
Who's this chambair?
Mine and Yennefer's. Ours.
So it lasts. Sweet.
What do you do?
I slay something, as always. Yen works with the local sorcerer, Istredd. Have you heard of him?
Yeah. There's the inn downstairs, let's go there.
No. There'd be trouble. I socked some whippersnappers there this morning. They took me for an elf.
Since when you avoid trouble?
It's not the point. Yennefer has things to do here.
I don't know. I think you should leave this place, the sooner, the better. With Yennefer.
Why would we do that? And what are you doing in my chambair, Jaskier?
Hail, beautiful sorceress.
Well, you need to get out of this town. They beat everyone, not just elves. I was just saved by Geralt.
They followed us. We'd better wait here for a while.
We? Now you're playing politics? Are you involved?
Listen, Yennefer. Jaskier arrived with the delegation of the governor. They almost killed him.
Go then. But not us.
Such riots always happened. We can't change it.
Elves are being harmed.
People have been doing this for 100 years.
You won't fix the world. You cannot fight with people. Your codex, remember?
We need to wait 'till it's all over. They'll sow their oats, get drunk and go to sleep.
Hung some elves, rape a few. It's gonna be fine.
I must get my medicine from the herbalist. Will you go for me? Please.
Jaskier! I don't want you to bother Geralt!
You bring him troubles, you set him against people, hang on him and then when he's left in woe you don't even remember what was it all about!
You talk of him as if he was retarded, mentally handicapped mutant whilst he's a normal man, he wants to be, and you don't let him to.
Oh yes, if we accept your standards, he is a normal man. Cause brawling, drinking and whoring is nothing unusual. Every time you two meet, there are troubles.
But he loves you! This mutant, how's that possible?
I didn't call him like this.
But you thought like this and you treat him so.
Do you love him?
What kind of question is this?
Simple kind, normal question. Question of honesty.
How dare you!
I am who I am. I don't act nor hide anything. I don't lie, that's how I'm honest.
Are you implying anything? You mean I hide something?
Answer yourself.
Get out of here, Jaskier. Leave now! Go to a brothel.
You'll brag there. Payed girls will adore your honesty.
You throw me out, now? On the street?
Those payed girls are honest compared to you. Thanks for the hospitality.
How could you.
Closed!
I don't need a woman. I'm looking for a bard named Jaskier. He's been chased.
Who asks?
What can I say? One of you.
We've been waiting for you. Advise us Geralt, things are bad. They killed some elves, I saw it myself. It's him.
The witcher, Geralt.
The worst of the Maranga's gang is also a witcher. A man.
He's a renegade. A hitman.
We eliminate such murderers.
But there's another one in the town. His name was Gvidon, now it's Falvick.
Hired killer, very dangerous. If he's in the town - it's serious.
Fighting is out of the question.
They are waiting for this. For the death of a first human. Then it'll start.
Hasn't it already started?
They want the elvish society to support Herbolt.
Herbolth will hang some thugs and keep his post, then things will go back to normal.
That's wretched.
That's how we live.
But there's something behind it.
The intrigue is deeper. We'll do everything to avoid provocation.
That's why Jaskier must disappear. He's an alien. Perfect for gallows.
I'll get him out of the town in the morning.
Go back.
Not yet.
Come with me.
I can't.
Don't be like a beaten dog. It's gonna be fine.
Who am I? Am I entitled to have feelings?
You ask as a witcher? Or a man?
Or maybe a griffon or a mammoth? A snail?
It's not a correct question.
If you feel anything, if you love, it's inside you.
If it hurts or amuses you, it's yours.
Can you dispute a snail's right to feel only because you're not sure whether it does?
It would be mean.
Don't let anyone tell you anything nor hurt you.
I haven't met a better man than you.
Come in.
What's so funny, witcher?
Every time I see this stuff I wonder if one couldn't dabble in magic...
...without all these eyesores.
The true, deep magic requires knowledge and research.
You find it repulsive?
Leave Yennefer alone.
So, we get to the point. I'll put it bluntly - I proposed to her.
What did she say?
She'll think it over.
That it's a tough decision because of you.
That's why I ask you to leave her alone for her own good.
That's pathetic. Wouldn't be easier to hit me with a lighting?
This way I wouldn't be able to refuse.
I hope you won't.
Istredd.
This is pointless, I'm not interested in your suggestions.
You could've proposed to her long time ago. Now she's not yours.
You have no right to refuse me. Not you.
And who do you think I am?
A fleeting affair, a caprice, an adventure, one of many she has had.
You didn't understand the question.
I did.
But I speak about Yen's emotions on purpose.
You're a witcher and thus not capable of having any emotions.
Forgive me, as I don't intend to humiliate you.
You're a mutant and that's how you've been created so that you can work in your profession.
What you feel is just a reflection of Yen's emotions and her interest in you.
How can you know that?
Geralt, listen to me.
I want to give her stabilisation, happiness, home, children.
I condcut a research on infertility, this is science, not magic.
Can you give it to her? No. You haul after her, it is silly and it soon will be laughable.
A witcher entangled in woman's dress.
It can't be your fate, it's not your destination.
Istredd, what are we doing here?
It's only her to decide, to choose. This conversation is pointless.
She won't choose.
Why?
She'll never choose. I know her.
Unless one of us gives up.
Right.
Or if the fate decides for us.
I talked to him.
He calls you 'Yen'.
Geralt. I've known him for a long time.
He's very close to me.
But so are you - that's the problem.
Do you consider accepting his proposal?
Yes...
...we have much in common, we understand each other well.
He can give me the support, the future, and most of all -
he loves me.
Uh-huh, I understand.
You understand nothing.
I've told you so many times I can't love for real,
I've told you about the Queen,
it was suppossed to be a warning but it's also not true.
I'm not a piece of ice. I pity you. And him.
Please, don't go.
..Don't go...
Yen, I pity you as well,
but it must be finished.
Answer one question:
Have you been making love to him now?
Yes. Yes, but I don't feel guilty - I don't understand it.
Yen.
You can do whatever you want.
But what you've done is mean. You know why?
You had a laugh at my cost. Of course the cost is little for you.
Because I'm a mutant, an inhuman monster without emotions and you so can do all this to me.
I've never thought this way.
Really? Istredd explained this to me.
I have no feelings towards you. What I feel is just a reflection of your emotions.
That's not true.
Things have gone bad, Geralt.
But you also haven't ever told me you loved me.
And what I, witcher, am doing here?
Who do I follow and why? I don't know the pretty words.
I didn't want to hurt you. Try to understand, forgive.
Farewell.
Istredd.
Don't say anything.
Let me say something.
Yennefer won't decide, we've got to do this for her.
Like men.
Right now I'm not sure if it's a good idea.
Yen would never forgive me if I'd kill you. At least she can have a good memories of me.
What do you mean?
I've just broken up with her. I quit.
Why?
Even if I'm a human, you're not going to accept it.
Such likes are pittied, then hated. Besides, I can't give Yen what she dreams about so I can't take anything from her.
Now I'm not so sure if I've been right.
I know I differ from other witchers nevertheless I'm one of them.
I've got all features, including the infertility and Yennefer wants a child.
Well. I'm sorry, Geralt. I feel stupid.
No, no, no. Don't be sorry.
Had I seen the slightest hope, the slimmest chance I'm wrong I'd slaughter you without a doubt.
On the other hand, I've changed my opinion over magicans.
Maybe because of elves. I appreciate your courage.
Well, I can say the same about you. You're leaving now?
No. I'll look for some place to stay.
One more monster?
In human form.
What's the way to the Happy Spider?
- No!
- This Way! Now you know.
There's been a rumour that you and Istredd wnat to kill each other.
Don't go about rumours, Starost. It's not for a worthy man.
So you're in the joking mood, eh? Tell me if it's true.
It's none of your business.
Yes, it is. We need Istredd.
He has important functions in this town. For public money.
What do I care? Look out for him, you've got your dog, what's his name... Waranga! Come here, boy!
You offended me, scumbag.
Oh, I'm sorry, so sorry for all the dogs.
Leave him alone! You're drunk. You want trouble?
Watch it or you'll end up in the dungeon or on a rope.
You're threating me? Try to take me.
See? You've got your power, your dogs and pants full of shit.
Here are 100 marks
Take them and get out of Aedd Gynvael.
I won't let Istredd risk his life for such a stupid reason, for some...
Take...your ugly face off me, Herbolth. Money you can shove up your ass. Go away, now.
All right, I wanted to be easy on you. A witcher entangled in a skirt?
The people's defender?
Where's your honour, your mission?
Fine, fight for this wench who gives anyone...
One more word...and this inn will burn with blood.
See what you are?
Maranga, a renegade, is more honest than you.
He's not pretending.
I wasn't going to fight with Istredd. I'm leaving tomorrow morning.
Maranga!
What?
You wanted to buy my sword.
Tomorrow I'm gonna sell it to you at the gate.
I'll be there.
I thought you've left.
I am leaving now.
I visited her before dawn and she wasn't there. She's left a letter.
'There are gifts you are not allowed to take if you cannot give anything in return.'
These are your words.
You think it's a trick? That we leave separately?
No. I'd rather make sure.
Fight!
No. She wouldn't like it. She could've only had us both or none of us.
Herbolth told me I'm worse than a renegade. I didn't kill him, you know why?
Because he's right. I was ready to slaughter you and half of the town because of my bitterness and hate.
But you haven't.
Love is not a witchers' thing.
Leave me now.
Don't put up, Geralt. Sir Istredd, please step back. I'm ordered to land the witcher.
Why?
He wanted to kill you, sir.
It's not true.
Take him!
To the bows! Fire at his legs! I want him alive!
Don't do it.
You have to die. You've been killing people and elves...
...for money.
And even though your heart burns
She's not to be yours.
That's how the fires of hearts end
In the ocean of parting.
Your fate is already written
In vain you're trying.
Like a thrown stone that wants
to become a star in the sky.
Timing and Corrections by McBubby and Michal
Translated by Michal