The Outpost (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - Bones to Pick - full transcript

Previously on "The Outpost"...

I'm offering you my friendship.

Been alone such a long time,
it's hard to trust people.

King's guard taking orders
from his daughter.

She must have secrets about him.

There was a governess
who looked after wee Gwynn.

I wasn't even permitted
to clean Gwynn's bedroom.

Gather the Bones, ride at once
for Gallwood Outpost.

I'm going after the demon today.

Have you rid yourself of every
shadow of doubt and fear?

The demon hates you
and wants to kill you.



You can't kill any more.
I won't let you.

Let him go!

Please. It's me you want.

Just stop killing people!

No!

Soldiers make too much ado

about the death
of one of their own.

Serves our purpose well today,
though, huh?

If I knew what I was looking for

I'd go straight to it,
wouldn't I?

The old lady said
she wasn't allowed in here.

There must be something.

Knock it off. They're gonna be
back any time now.

We're looking for documents,
letters, personal effects.



Come on, get your head down!

We stand at the threshold,
and bid farewell

to our departed comrade,

who goes before us
to the other shore.

May the gods
of his ancestors,

the Three and the Ten,

by breath of wind
and tongue of fire.

That's the tribute.

They'll be back before long.

Danno, I could kiss you.

Come on, open it.
Let's see what's in there.

Get out of the way.

Music stopped,
we don't have much time left.

I mean, it could be something,
but it's gonna take hours.

What's that?

Let's go.

Marshal Wythers!
Why are you in here?

I can assure you
this is all perfectly lawful.

Master Calkussar will hear
of this at once!

In a moment the men will return.

We can sit down with the
Commander and discuss this.

There's no need to panic.

You must remember,
we're the good guys.

Shh! Shh! Quiet!

It was an accident.

Talon? Talon... Oh, I'm sorry,
you're not dressed.

Gods, not again!

Hey, Janzo,
you'll have to look at me

if you're going to
dress my wound.

I don't want to make you
feel uncomfortable.

I don't feel uncomfortable.

Look, I give you my permission.

I need some of that grey powder,

the stuff you used last time.

Mill seed pounce.

First, we need to stop
the bleeding,

and then we'll clean it up
properly, okay?

Please, lie down.

Whatever's quickest.
I need to get my strength back.

Why? So you can go after
whoever did this to you?

Something like that.

Who did do this to you? Hmm?
'Cause it wasn't a blade.

- What did he stab you with?
- Does it matter?

Talon, this is very important.

I'm going to be informing
the Watch immediately.

It's wrong! Whoever he is,
he won't get away with this.

It.

- What?
- You mean whatever it is.

Okay, thank you very much.

You are delirious,
and you should not be drinking.

I can't let it kill anyone else.

You keep saying "it."

What kind of it?

Doesn't matter.

- Just fix me up.
- I understand

if you don't want
to open up to me.

But just take some advice
from one loner to another.

- Get some help.
- It would kill you.

What? You think I meant me?

Gods no. I'd be awful
in a fight. No.

You need someone who can really
help you. Someone like Garret.

Help from someone like Garret.

He's a master swordsman.

It'd kill all of you.

I have to do this on my own.

- Oy, get up here now!
- I'll be right there.

Do you think she saw me?

I doubt it.

Her eyesight's terrible -
she can't even

tell the difference
between a pig and a dog.

Now get some sleep.

And I'll be back
as quick as I can.

What can I do for you, mum?

I'm proud of you, boy.

Thank you.

For what?

I'm not blind.

I saw you had a hussy
down there.

Oh, no, that's...
That's not what it looked like.

What was it then?

You got me.

It was me...
me and the cleaning girl.

Yeah, you interrupted us
in our throes of passion.

You didn't even knock
on the door, did you, eh?

Well, glory be!

What do you want?

I want to send a letter

to the Worm's supplier.

And I need you to write it.

On that.

Yes.

What would you like me to say?

Mm-mm. "The Worm is dead,
you deal with us now."

Mm. No, no, no.
Hold on. Hold on.

That's too aggressive.

Um, how about,

"Dearest colipsum supplier,

"Due to the early
and untimely demise of our..."

It's not a formal letter.
It's a dispatch, keep it short.

Damn it, Janzo,
you write it then.

Worm is dead.

We have gold.

Mm-hmm.

We want colipsum.

When and where do we exchange?

Mm-hmm.

Sure, that works.

This doesn't sit right
well with me, mum,

because we don't even know
who's on the other end of it.

- It's risky.
- By who's measure, Janzo?

Day and night, strangers come in
under this roof.

They drink your ale,
they eat my food,

they sleep in the beds,
people we don't know.

That's all we do here.

Mum, look around us.

We've got everything
we wanted.

- We have a good life.
- Aye, good life.

Feeding swill to the pigs.

Do you think I want this
to be my life's achievement?

My whole life's work? No!

You listen to me.

I've seen hands shake
for a drink, but a man...

a man will sell his kids for
a pinch of that green powder.

That's power.

It's what I want.

So, send the letter.

- Yes.
- Good boy.

Oh, good, Marshal Wythers.

My handmaid seems
to have gone missing,

and I need you to investigate.

No need, my Lady.
I know where she is.

- Well?
- Before I answer,

may I suggest
you dismiss Garret?

I have some sensitive
details to discuss.

Whatever you have to say
to my daughter and me,

you can say to your son.

Interesting.

So be it.

This morning I confronted Lilly

with questions regarding
your true heritage, my Lady.

Or should I say, Your Majesty.

What is the meaning of this?

Why did your wife take
her own life, Commander?

Where's Lilly?

She was paid handsomely
for her interview and fled,

for fear of your wrath,
no doubt.

I don't believe you.
What have you done with her?

She's gone
where you can't reach her.

Just what is your claim,
Wythers?

After you betrayed the king,
the palace was overthrown,

the royal family were executed
by the Prime Order.

The King, Queen, Prince Alton,

and little Princess Rosmund.

While I appreciate
the history lesson,

I fail to see the relevance.

Princess Rosmund
had a little playmate,

whose name was Gwynn,
the daughter of you,

Cornelius Calkussar.

In order to preserve
the royal lineage,

Gwynn was beheaded
in place of Rosmund.

Why would I sacrifice
my only daughter

for something like that?

Because the king commanded it.

And you were his most loyal
minister, his personal guard.

Preposterous!

Preposterous to sacrifice
a young girl

for the sake
of the future queen,

someone who someday
could reclaim the throne?

You'd kill your own father
to protect their secret?

Oh. Try me.

Your wife hung herself,

because she couldn't
bear to live,

because you sacrificed
her only child.

The only person I would have
no qualms sacrificing

would be a treasonous
gate marshal.

I've written two dispatches
to be delivered

to the Prime Order in
the event of my untimely death.

Which means they haven't
been delivered already.

That tells me you want something
for your silence.

Your Majesty is wise
beyond her years.

Get to the point.

I simply seek justice.

Give up Talon. Your friend.

She's to be executed

and her body delivered
to the Prime Order.

Of all the things, why that?

Why is her death
so important to you?

Because this is our only chance

to protect the Outpost
from the Prime Order!

My Outpost!

They will surely take control.

And in that event,

you stand to lose
more than I do.

A true leader must sometimes
sacrifice one

for the good of many.

Listen to your father.

He of all people
should understand.

Don't you dare try
and dignify blackmail.

He calls me Majesty and
extorts me in the same breath.

If... If I agree,

Garret will accompany you
immediately

to destroy the dispatches
you have prepared.

After which he'd put his sword
through my heart,

something he's longed to do
for years.

No. The letters stay
where they are.

So you can make more demands,
once Talon is dead?

I just wanna do my job.

Grant me that,
and your secret is safe.

So be it.

To satisfy the law,

Talon will be executed.

Immediately?

Immediately.

Shh!

I've killed men for less.

Watchmen are coming.

The Mistress told them
you're down here.

She did see me.

Wythers gave the order
to have you killed on sight.

- But Gwynn...
- No, things have changed.

All right, Gwynn can't
protect you anymore.

- Why?
- My father, he...

Look, there's a lot to explain.
I need you to go! Now!

There she is!

I wish I could say I was
surprised to see you, son.

You can put those down,
I'll go peacefully.

I'll leave the Outpost

and I won't come back,
I swear it.

You had your chance to get out.

And instead there's another body
under your window.

Put these on her,

or she dies here and now.

You're making a mistake.

I might have said
the same thing to you.

Hold up.

Stay there. Get over there.

Be quiet.

Hello, Cedric.

It's been a long time.

You're not welcome, Shek.

I decide who comes
through that gate.

You and your band of thugs
can bugger off.

You don't want
to cross me today.

Oh? And why is today
any different?

Because today,

me and my...
how did you put it?

Band of thugs.

Me and my esteemed companions
are here

as honorary ambassadors
of the Prime Order.

Strictly Covenant business.

And what business
is so despicable

that it requires
your twisted skills?

Do you know
who killed Toru Magmoor?

Yeah, I have a few leads.

And how about that strange
message you sent Everit Dred?

"One remains."

What of it?

I'll make this easy on you.

I'll be gone
from your precious Outpost

the moment you hand me a body
that has dark pointed ears

and black blood in its vein.

Pointed ears? Black blood?

I'd say you were joking,

but I know you're
a humorless guttersnipe.

"Tell Dred one remains."

- You sent that.
- Aye.

Those were Toru Magmoor's
last words,

written in his own red blood.

There's no mention
of black blood or pointed ears.

- I want Toru's killer dead.
- As do I.

And when that happens,

the Prime Order will
be the first to hear about it.

You've lost your touch,
Wythers.

You know, there was a time

you'd have your man
within hours, not days.

None of us are
what we used to be.

Now if you'll excuse me,
I have a job to do.

Why? Why didn't you
just hand her over?

I don't serve the Prime Order
any more than you do.

Why are you doing this?

Protect me from Shek
so you can murder me yourself?

You should be thanking me.

My way is quick and done.

Their way they might
torture you for years

before Dred lets you die.

You'll be begging
for your own death.

Well, just let me kill him.

Then you can have your way.

Interesting. What's Shek to you?

He and his men killed my family.

It's tempting.

Shek dead. You dead.

But it leaves
so many loose ends.

I mean, Dred sent Magmoor
to the Outpost

and he gets killed.

Then he sends Shek to the
Outpost and he's killed, too?

No - suddenly Dred
and his Covenant agents

are snooping all over the gaff.

It'd be a right bloody mess.

Or...

I turn over your dead body
to Shek and say,

"Look! I found your Blackblood.

She's the one who
killed Toru Magmoor."

How many questions are left
unanswered then?

None.

They killed my family!
My whole village.

What's done is done.

Danno.

Let me loose,
you murderous bastard!

Danno.

Finish it.

You better cut me loose.

- Whoa!
- Stay back.

What the hell was that?!

- What the hell are you?
- Garret...

All those murders?

Was that you?
You and... and... and that thing?

I can't control it.

If I could, I would never
let it hurt those people.

But it just now obeyed you.

I've been learning. It's the
first time it's done that.

I think because I spoke
in my ancestral language.

So what now?

I need a minute.

The black blood.

Is that why
you can control it?

Something like that.

That's why the Prime Order
want you so badly.

- You have to let me go.
- Why should I?

Because I'm the only one
who has any chance

to rid us of this thing.

"One remains."

Is that you...

or the demon?

It's me.

I'm the one.

There's many more Lu-Qiri,

what you call demons.

Oh, good. That's a relief.

I want you to fix this.

All of it.

Make it go away.

I want my Outpost
back the way it was

before you set foot here.

Then you leave this place.

For the sake of all of us.

Are we clear?

Yes.

I need to banish the demon.
Today.

- You're still alive.
- Barely.

I chased it into the sewers.

Did it obey you?

Only after I fought it.
And lost.

Instead of just finishing me
off, it just left me there.

It knows.

It knows you're the only hope
for its kindred.

Well, that explains why it just
saved me from my execution.

Next time it may try
to bend you to its will.

Torture you into opening the way
for more of its kind.

- I never will.
- It believes you will.

But I won't.

I'll send it back and I'll
never open that door again.

- Just tell me how.
- I told you.

Without a shadow
of doubt or fear.

But I was afraid.

I was about to die
when it listened to me.

How is that without fear?

Maybe you thought
you were going to die

so you had nothing to lose,

you were past the point of fear.

Kind of splitting hairs,
aren't you?

Now you must command it back
through the portal.

Yeah, that's the bit
you didn't explain.

The portal.

I have no idea
how to open the portal.

Neither do I.

What do you mean?

Your ancestors lived in fear

that the power would be used
for destruction.

So they took great pains
to hide any information

about that particular piece
of the puzzle.

There must be something
you can tell me about it.

Only this...

all Blackbloods have the power
to control demons.

But only one at any time

can open the passageway
to their world.

And that power is handed down
from father to son,

from mother to daughter.

My mother.

Before she died, she touched me.

And I felt something happen.

It sounds like you already
understand more

than I could ever teach you.

Come back
when the Lu-Qiri is gone.

I have a surprise for you.

And we can sit and discuss
the ways of your people.

What?

Why didn't you tell me?
About what you are.

'Cause I'm still
the same person.

You're not, though, are you?

I mean, after everything
I've done to help you,

you should have told me.

Why?

Now you know the real me,
I disgust you?

No. Look, I don't know
what to think.

All right, you control
this creature,

this thing
that is killing people.

- People I am responsible for...
- I do not control it!

Did you tell Gwynn?

Yeah.

I told her
that Wythers let you go.

But I didn't tell her
how it happened.

Did she tell you
why she turned on me?

Why suddenly
she was all too happy

to let the marshal
cut off my head?

All I can tell you is that

she didn't have
much of a choice.

No, I get it.
She was saving her own skin.

What are they doing?

Checking ears.

Those are the Bones,
aren't they?

The men who killed your family.

So, first the Bones, then the
creature, that's your plan?

Shouldn't your first priority

be getting rid of that thing?

- It's called a Lu-Qiri.
- Fine.

Shouldn't stopping the Lu-Qiri

take precedence
over getting revenge?

All my life,
I have searched for those men.

I can't really explain it,
it's just...

I feel as though I'll never
be able to control the Lu-Qiri

until I clear my mind
of everything else.

Until I can put my past
behind me.

If it makes you feel
any better,

I'm hoping to solve
both problems at once.

Well, if you ask me,
I think you're being selfish,

and completely suicidal.

And for what it's worth,

I would at least rather you
not do the suicide part.

I knew one day
you'd show up at my door.

Good to see you again, old Wolf.

And you left us for this?

What's worth more
than peace of mind?

I don't know. A good horse?

A pair of boots?

You must know why I'm here.

First Magmoor, now you.

Maybe we're having a reunion?

Where's the Blackblood?

Blackblood? If that's what
you've come to find,

you've come a long
way for nothing.

Yes. It was a long ride
out to this armpit of the realm.

Gave me lot of time to think.

"One remains."
How is that even possible?

We killed them all.

And then I remembered.

The girl in the tomb.

My arrows never miss.

Now, that's precisely
what I told myself.

Unless you aim to miss.

Now why would you do that,
I wonder?

There's something about her,
Shek.

It's bigger than you or me.

I tried to kill her once,
but I failed, and so will you.

That's not her destiny.

Spoken like a man who's lost
his touch. And also his mind.

Leave and be done with it, Shek.

There are forces at work here
you will never understand.

I kill whatever,
whenever I please.

There's no destiny here,
there's no Gods.

There's only strength
and weakness.

Today I'm one,
and you're the other.

I will not fight you, Shek -
kill me if you must,

but there'll be no sport
in it for you.

Sport?

This is vengeance.

You should never have turned
your back on me, old Wolf.

The Wolf died that day,
in the Blackblood village.

The Smith will die today,

happy to have done some good
in this life.

Oh?
And what good have you done?

One remains.

Not for long.

Before she dies,

I'm going to enjoy telling her
what you really are.

This is for the Blackbloods.

Shek!

This way.

- Guide us all.
- To the right.

Stay quiet!

What the gods are you?

So Dred was right.

You Blackbloods can control
these monsters.

I just thought
he was a religious nutter.

We did some good
eradicating your kind.

What? You can't win

in a fair fight? You need
your beast to do it for you?

Fair fight? You murdered
unarmed peasants and children!

I spilled a lot of black blood
that night,

but not as much
as your friend the Wolf.

Magmoor said that name, too.

Who is this Wolf?

You don't know?

It's that Blacksmith you've been
spending so much time with.

No.

Yeah, his arrows killed
so many Blackbloods that night.

Arrows.

So really it's him you should
be seeking revenge on,

wouldn't you say?

They were your men.

You were the leader.

Was I?

If a sword kills your people,

do you find
and destroy the sword?

No, I destroy the man.

I'm just a sword.

A cold piece of steel
in the hands of Everit Dred.

If not me, he would
have paid someone else.

So you see, even if you
defeat me, which you won't,

you'll have destroyed
nothing but a sword,

while the true killer goes free.

Oh!

Your ugly friend's worried
about you.

It shouldn't be.

You're good, Blackblood.

Better than you.