The Outpost (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 8 - Beyond the Wall - full transcript

Previously on
"The Outpost"...

"Gallows Rock, sundown."

Want to tell me
why greyskins

would be selling
colipsum to humans?

Trouble at the cages, sir.

They've turned Plagueling
and escaped.

Ugh!

Argh!

Lilly was more than just
a handmaid to me, Mr. Wythers.

And I intend to get to the
bottom of this awful business.

You murdered her!
Your badge, sir.



Take him
to the mine.

There is a book full of names.

Bring me one page as proof,
burn the rest.

I think the Book of Names
is actually a book full of...

Full of demon names?

There's some kind of mention
of... of the "Vex Rezicon."

Does it say anything
about the Dragman?

No.

"Tiberion Shek
and Bones dead."

We will go there.
We will kill the Blackblood.

Ho, brewer!

Let me have a taste
of your wares.

These are empty. There's
nothing in here that you want.

You're straining
awfully hard for empties.



Well, they're not empty.
No, I, um, I fill the empties

with, um, with... with...
with hops and... and barley.

Well, then you have
to declare them.

Taxes, please.

Of course.

Talon,
I'll pay you back double.

Should cover it.

Should indeed.

Two gold beads?

A copper would have done
just the trick.

You're paying me back double,
remember?

Bloody hell,
those things are heavy.

You're back.

Mistress wants to see you.

I need a drink, Janzo.

Wanted to see you
as soon as you got back.

We're a little parched, Munt,

so she's going to
have to wait a minute.

- He's back!
- Janzo!

Janzo!

Good dog.

So did they show up?
Did the shipment arrive?

Well, I'm alive and unharmed,
thank you for asking.

- Uh-huh.
- What did you do with your arm?

Oh, well, I broke it.

because you abandoned me,
and I had to do your job.

- Well, are you all right?
- Don't worry about the arm.

Did... it... show... up?

- Yes.
- And?

And they gave us almost
30 shares of colipsum.

30?

That's more than double.

That's more than triple.

Janzo!

Janzo, my favorite son.

My favorite boy.

How did you manage
to get so much out of them?

There's something
that you should know.

What?

The colipsum comes
from greyskins.

Well, it doesn't matter
where they came from,

as long as it's pure
and as long as it's cheap.

I don't think you heard me
the first time, Mother.

The greyskin is the supplier.

You know,
enemy of the Realm?

Number one threat
to humankind?

Big, ugly, want to wipe us out?
Those greyskins.

Let me get this straight.

You actually saw
an actual greyskin?

- And they didn't eat you?
- No.

And they gave you more
than you paid for?

Yes.

They are clearly

not as nasty
as their reputation suggests.

Mother, we shouldn't have
anything to do

with colipsum coming
from greyskins.

There's something
not right about that.

Of course it's right.
They're greyskins.

They're exotic,
and if they want gold,

let's give them gold.
Where's the harm in that?

Mother!
They didn't even count it.

Of course they didn't count it.
They're greyskins.

They're dumb as dogs.

They probably don't even
know how to count.

You know...

a better man than you would
have got me ten brickloads.

Is that right?

Then send Munt next time.

Your precious little
shipment's downstairs.

He's growing up,
that boy.

Hello?

Hello?

Garret?
What are you doing in here?

I need you to kill me.

I was injected
by a Plagueling.

It's only a matter of time
before I turn,

so just... kill me now.

Well, I'm not going to
kill you, Garret. I can't.

Oh, come on, Janzo.

I don't want to turn into
one of those things.

- Janzo? Now we had a deal.
- Talon.

You have to find
this Book of Names

before this Dragman thing...

What's going on?

He's been infected.
Plagueling.

What?

How are you feeling?
Are you sweating profusely?

Is your heart beating fast?

I... I don't know.
You... you tell me.

He's sweating, all right.

Hmm. Your heart's definitely
beating fast.

That might just be
because you're scared.

I'm not.

- Are you drunk?
- Are you drunk?

I am. Yeah, yeah.
I'm quite.

But it's because
I've been down here all day,

and this is very good ale.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

I thought you didn't drink
or use colipsum.

It's funny how all that
tends to just, pfft,

out the window
when you're dying.

- You're not going to die.
- Yes, he is.

Yes, I am.

Please hold. Thank you.

Now, when were you infected?

It was, uh, two nights past.

There was an outbreak
at the camp.

Is it just me
or is it really hot down here?

It's very hot down here. The
fermenting ale gives off heat.

- Ah!
- Does it hurt when I prod you

- with a needle like that?
- Yes. What does that mean?

- I don't know.
- Well, why did you do it then?

Just collecting data.

- Open wide.
- Ahh. Ahh, ahh.

Thank you. Hmm.
I don't see anything,

although I guess I should
have known that already,

because you were only stung
two days ago

and I guess the soonest
anyone turns Plagueling

is three days
after infection,

although some
take up to six days.

So that's how long we have
to find a cure.

There is no cure, Talon.

Well, you don't know
if you don't try.

Well, hold on now.

Not everyone who's stung
actually turns, right?

Just one in 13,
best I can figure.

Don't like those odds.

Go get Gwynn.
I should say goodbye.

- Yes, go and get Gwynn.
- No, you go and get Gwynn.

- Why me?
- Go.

Do not touch her.

Okay.

Come on.

Talon, you are the only person
that I can trust to kill me.

N... no.

- Janzo will figure this out.
- Maybe.

But if not,
you have to kill me if I turn.

All right? Promise me

that you'll put a blade
through my mouth.

I need you to give me
your word.

You have my word.

But only when I'm sure
you're gone.

Tomorrow we reach
Gallwood Outpost,

where we will hunt down
a creature resembling a woman.

In her veins runs blood
blacker than coal.

Your orders are to spill the
blood of every breathing thing

until she is dead at my feet.

Tell your men.

You think I'm obsessed.

The prophecy says that
when the Blackblood rises,

death and pestilence
will fly over the land

like ashes in the wind.

So we have to do whatever
is necessary, yes?

She must die,
for the sake of the living.

Enjoying the view?

Does a body good
to get some fresh air,

see the world
from a new vantage point.

It's a good way to think
about your future.

What future?
I'm a prisoner just like you.

Just like me?

11 years I've been
down here, pinky.

You're nothing like me.

What good is all that money
you make in smuggling

when you're stuck down here
in this rathole?

And you and me both know
you smuggle contraband

in and out of the Outpost.

What you moving?
Arms? Weapons?

Precious stones or minerals

you find down here in the mines?

They took your badge.
Might be time to let it go.

Yeah.

You got a point there.

Do me a favor.

Thank the Mistress for me.

Tell her I really did...

you know.

Love her?

Care for her.

Care for her.

I can't let you leave.

I gave the Foreman my word
that you'd be back by light,

- and I keep my word.
- Not my problem.

Now can we talk like adults?

Why are you so invested
in keeping me down here?

'Cause if you suddenly leave,
there'll be questions.

An investigation.
How did he get out?

Is there a back way
out of the mine?

Again, not my problem.

No.

But it is
the Mistress's problem.

You'll give away
her best route,

helping to make
a nice case against her.

I see what you're saying.

So now, what's all this about
how you care about her?

All right.

I'll stick around
down here...

for now.

I was hoping
you'd see it that way.

That was my best knife.

Hello.

You're the barkeep,
aren't you?

Brewer, actually.

I have a message for you,
your ladyship.

It's a private message.

He told me that no one else
is allowed to know.

He? He who?

- You know where Garret is?
- Now hang on a minute.

I didn't tell you who sent me.
There's absolutely no...

Tell me everything you know.

- Is he all right?
- No, m'lady.

- What?
- He's not okay. He's dying.

- You should have water.
- Thank you.

My sweet Garret.

- Not too close.
- Why?

- I'm infected, Gwynn.
- You're infected?

He's been stung
by a Plagueling.

- Well, cure him!
- There is no cure.

Look, the best I can figure
is that there is a parasite

gestating deep down
inside of his throat

or his stomach somewhere.

Then, as it grows, the parasite
will grow these long tentacles,

and the tentacles will grow
and they'll start to creep

all the way up
inside of his brain.

Damn it, Janzo!

There must be something
you can do.

Can't you just kill
the creature before it grows?

That's not a bad idea,
actually.

You know, I've never seen
an infected person

where they haven't turned
Plagueling before.

Hey, maybe if we give him
some acid to drink...

- What? No!
- No.

No, that would
definitely kill him, yes.

If he dies,
you're next.

He's going to die anyway.

Janzo, it's not what
she wants to hear.

Look, if he has any chance
of surviving,

I cannot hide the truth in order
to avoid hurting her feelings.

And I cannot operate on him
when madam over here

is threatening me
with my life.

He's right, Gwynn.

- You should go.
- You summoned me here.

I just wanted
to say goodbye,

you know, while...
while I'm still me.

No, I'm not going.

I'm not going anywhere
until the barkeep cures you.

Brewer!
I am a brewer!

And the chance of a cure
is unlikely.

Gwynn, I cannot risk you
getting infected yourself,

and I do not want you to
remember me in this condition.

All right? So, please,
we have to say goodbye.

- You have to go.
- Garret.

I'm not going, Garret.
Garret, I love you.

I do love you.

All right?
Now go, please?

- Go on. Please.
- No.

Talon?

- Go, Gwynn.
- No.

- Yes.
- Come with me.

I'll take you.

For many years, I've been
afraid of losing Garret.

I mean, he is a soldier
after all, but...

over the years I just convinced
myself he was invincible.

Don't give up yet.

If anyone can beat this,
Janzo can.

- It's funny, isn't it?
- What?

How so alike we both are,
you and I.

We're nothing alike.

Oh, but we are, Talon.

We're both women
in an Outpost full of men.

Both of our families were
murdered by the Prime Order.

We both possess powers
we wish we didn't have.

We both have a destiny

that will most likely
be the death of us.

And we both
have feelings for Garret.

What? I don't.

The thought of losing him
hurts you

just as much as it hurts me.

- I should go.
- No, Talon.

It means a great deal
that you're here comforting me.

I mean it when I say
I want us to be friends.

Whatever happens.

We'll get through this
together for now.

And if he survives,
we'll sort it out then.

- Thank you.
- Thank you, Talon.

I'll keep you informed
about Garret.

Please do.

I can't watch that.

Okay, just a bit more.

It burns.

T... Talon?

It's probably a good idea
for him to rest a little bit.

- So will this cure him?
- No idea.

The mute watchman's here
to see you, m'lady.

Send him in.

Leave.

Danno?

Is that your name?

You can call off the search.
I found Captain Spears.

Why do you bow
as if I'm some sort of royalty?

You and Wythers
were very close.

Who better than you to hold
on to some letters for him

to send on on his behalf
should something befall him?

No? You deny it?

You can't speak,
but I presume you can write.

And yet, you've made
no demands, no threats.

You could be
biding your time.

Or you really could
have no intention

of doing anything
with the secret you possess.

They say that
the Prime Order Chancellor

burned your throat
with a red hot iron

because you protested

when he forced himself
on your young wife.

We want the same thing,
you and I.

We both want revenge
on the Prime Order.

You will be my eyes
and ears.

Anything the Watch knows,
I want to know.

Agreed?

And Danno?

Together we will
have our revenge.

Janzo? Come here.

Is this what I think
it is?

That's it.
That's the Vex Rezicon.

The Book of Names, Talon!
You found it.

And it says right here it's
kept in some kind of temple.

The Shrine...
Shrine Maer-Nokh?

- Where's that?
- Wait.

Wait. Maer-Nokh, Maer-Nokh.
I'll find it.

It's here somewhere.
Let me see.

This one.

- Maer-Nokh.
- What kind of map is this?

- Nothing looks familiar.
- Mm, nor to me.

Wait.

See how this road makes an "S"
between the two mountain peaks?

Mm-hmm.

That's the border front
at Hadrion's Pass.

- Are you sure?
- I've been there twice.

This map must be from ages ago.

All the roads are different.

If you're right
about this, Talon,

then that means
that the temple is...

Deep in greyskin territory.

Which is awful news.

It's actually good news.

The greyskins don't care
about this book, Janzo,

which means
it's probably still there.

- I'm going after it.
- What?

Across leagues of flesh-eating
greyskin territory?

- Yes.
- I'll go.

You're awake.
How are you feeling?

Sober. And like I just had acid
poured down my throat.

That wasn't acid.
Acid would have killed you.

He's so dramatic. It was
dumbcane. Rodent poison.

- Did it work?
- No idea.

Talon, just wait.

It wasn't enough to kill you.
Just enough to kill something

the size of a parasite
living inside of you.

Maybe.
Probably not, but maybe.

Janzo, do you have any idea
how to actually save me?

- Close to zero.
- This is just a waste of time.

- I'm going with Talon.
- So you can infect me?

I don't think so.
I'm going alone.

No, hey, you need that book

to help us defeat
the Prime Order.

Now, I have at least two days.
There is still time.

Please, just...

let me do some small good
before I die.

- Then I'm coming with you.
- No.

I'm the only one who can
translate the script,

and nobody else knows about
Plaguelings as well as I do.

- You need me.
- Janzo, you don't have to come.

What? I'm not letting you go
with a Plagueling alone.

- Hey!
- Fine.

- So when do we leave?
- Now.

The longer you have me,
the further you'll get.

Cocky for a dying man.

Hmm. Supper.

I don't understand why
we can't just walk around

and walk through the gates
like normal people.

Because the Outpost blocks
the passage

so that the greyskins
can't get into our territory.

That means we can't get into
theirs from that side either.

The only way over
is this wall.

Garret! Wait, Garret!

- Let's go.
- Garret!

- You go ahead.
- No, it's all right.

I... I'll just stay here
w-with you!

Gwynn.
I was just about to leave.

Why do you have to go
on this silly little trip?

We should be spending our
last hours together, not apart.

I am doing this for you,

to help Talon get the names
to aid in your battle.

Our battle.

I'm sorry.
Very soon it likely won't be.

- It's not safe.
- I don't care.

I have to go.
I'm so sorry. I have to go.

Come back to me.

It's a big wall.

I'm surprised men
could build such a thing.

Oh, men didn't build that.
No, no, no.

That was there
before men arrived.

- What? greyskins?
- Mm-hmm.

Some say Lu-Qiri.

I doubt that.

Forgetting your pack?

Right.

We've got to chain
Garrett up.

He could turn at any moment.

It's barely been three days.

We don't know exactly
what the gestation period is.

He's right.
It's better to be safe.

Chain me up.

Don't slow us down.

I won't.

Don't think I've ever
been more thirsty

in my entire life.

Hopefully one of these days
we'll get some sleep.

How you feeling?

Do you feel infected?

Perhaps my parasite
will die of thirst

before I do.

It has been four days, though.

You should probably sleep
with a sword tonight.

I don't want to kill you.

Yes, well...

you may feel differently
when I'm at your throat.

What is that?

It's a watchtower.
Looks like an old checkpoint.

I've seen one of them before
with greyskins on it.

They do have barrels, though.

Was it ale or... or water?
What do greyskins drink?

Oh, whatever it is,
I'm drinking it all.

- It looks deserted.
- So what do we do?

- We go in.
- Are you sure?

Yep.

I'll lead.

Just dirt.

Why would
they be storing dirt?

It's bait.

Unchain me, now!

Come on, come on!

Sword!

Awesome.

Aah!

Ow. My ankle.

Argh!

What was that stuff
you dumped on the greyskin

that burned him so bad?

- Acid.
- Where did you get acid from?

- Brought it with me.
- Why?

- It doesn't matter.
- Yes, it does.

- Tell me why you brought acid.
- To try on you once you turned.

It was only to see if it would
kill the Plagueling parasite.

- That's all.
- So that was your plan then?

Just pour acid all over me.

Burn the flesh off my bones,
like you did the greyskin.

No, of course not, Garret.
Don't be so silly.

I was going to pour it
down your throat.

- Oh.
- You'd have been a goner anyway

and... and you wouldn't
have felt it.

I don't think. Maybe.

Perhaps. I don't know.

I, for one,
am glad he brought acid.

He saved our lives.

He's my hero.

Re... really?

And how are you feeling?

I don't feel any
little creature down my throat

or stomach,
if that's what you mean.

Then perhaps
Janzo's rat poison worked.

Doubt it.

Just don't tend to be
that lucky, that's all.

Well, it's probably best
if you tie me up tonight.

Is that what you say
to all the girls?

What about you?
How are your ribs?

Don't worry about her.

She'll heal overnight.
She's Blackblood, remember?

It's not that I heal fast.
You both heal slow.

- Is that comfortable?
- Quite.

- Don't look at me like that.
- Like what?

Like other men do.

You know, this may be
my last night alive.

Surely, Gwynn commanded you
to keep your distance.

As a matter of fact...

I don't believe she did.

Sorry, I... I don't want you
to get infected.

Oh, is that what it is?

Hmm.

Still don't see anything.

Well, isn't he a constant
source of disappointment?

You know,
I am rather cold.

Does that mean anything?

Yes. It means
it's a very harsh desert.

It's burning hot in the day
and freezing cold at night.

Here.

Have these extra blankets.

It's probably
his last night alive.

The least you can do is make
the pretty boy feel comfortable.

Well then,
I need your body warmth.

You're doing this just to get
under his skin, aren't you?

- What makes you say that?
- Well, is it true?

'Cause if it is,
it's incredibly cruel.

To him or you?

I'm not sure
if you're aware, but, um,

you're an exceptionally
beautiful girl,

and you're...
you're pressing your...

against my back.

Now, I just happen to be
a male of the species,

and, so,
natural reactions are, um,

going to be inevitable.

- Did you want me to stop?
- No.

- And by the way.
- Hmm?

It's not only
to get under his skin.

I am really freezing.

Right. Yes, um...

It is very cold, isn't it?

Milord,
an army of Covenant soldiers

- not a league from the gate.
- How many?

I reckon ten score,
with cavalry.

Don't open the gates
until I'm there.

- Do you understand me?
- Aye. Closed.

Fall in.

Gwynn.

Gwynn!

What's going on?

There's a Covenant
battalion at the gates.

- You must hide.
- Have they come for me?

I'm not sure.
So, just go hide, all right?

All right, good.

Ambassador Dred.

What brings you to this
far-flung corner of the world?

Commander Calkussar,

why are your gates
shut to me?

Gates are always
closed at night

against our enemies,
Plaguelings.

But surely you do not see us
as your enemies.

Of course not, Ambassador.

Though I had begun to wonder

when my Covenant patrol
did not return.

They never returned?

We sent them on their way,

well fed, well rested.

Did you now?

These are dangerous lands,
Ambassador.

It's not uncommon for patrols
to be attacked by bandits,

bone wolves, Plaguelings,
and such,

especially after nightfall.

We have many fascinating things
to discuss, Commander.

But must we shout
to one another all morning?

My men are tired
from their ride.

Open your gates, and show us
the hospitality we deserve.

Of course, Ambassador.

You're always welcome here.

Open the gates.

We need to leave.

- Pack up my things.
- What's going on?

Just do as I say.

Ambassador,
welcome to the Outpost.

My men will take care
of your horses,

we'll arrange for your lodging,
and perhaps you would care...

No!

No!

Anyone loyal

to Calkussar dies today.

I want Calkussar's daughter
here now,

dead or alive!

And find me that Blackblood!

Hyah! Hyah!