The Outpost (2018–…): Season 2, Episode 5 - The Blade of the Three - full transcript

My name is Talon.

I'm the last Blackblood,
or so I've been told.

I escaped when Everit Dred
killed all my people.

I cut off the points of my
ears to hide in plain sight.

A tiny creature lives inside me,

passed to me by my dying mother.

It gives me the power to open
portals to another world

and summon powerful demons
called Lu-Qiri.

But I can only summon them
when I have their names,

something that's proving
to be a challenge.

The Prime Order wants me dead,
but I've found sanctuary



at the farthest edge of the Realm
in a place known as the Outpost.

Previously on "The Outpost"...

She's a false queen. The girl in the
portrait looked a lot like Gwynn.

But the real Rosmund
had a misshapen face.

You have to promise
to help the Queen.

With a Lu-Qiri army,
she can defeat the Prime Order.

Help me summon my kinsmen and
we will win your war for you.

You have my word.

So you want me to give up
all of my advantage

to save some human woman
I've never met.

- Yes.
- Talon will never give in to your demands.

Looks like you aren't the One.

I may not be the One...

but neither are you.



I'm heading out
to bring my son's body back.

- Garret!
- What say you, Mr. Spears?

I am yours.

Please, Majesty,
can you stand still?

Janzo said I should apply this

several times a day
to prevent scarring.

She's going to be angry with me.

You are her queen.
She'll understand.

What will I understand?

Talon, you're here.
And without a knock.

Shall I leave so you two
can finish talking about me?

Oh, stop it.
Come, please, sit down.

After the events of yesterday,
seeing those demons fight,

and learning that there are more
Blackbloods out there like that Rebb,

Talon, I no longer think it's
wise to summon a demon army.

You said yourself that you didn't
think you could control a whole army.

But you need an army to defend
yourself against the Prime Order,

which is no doubt
already on its way.

Look, I just...
I just need some time.

Zed may have answers.
He can help.

- Zed?
- Yeah. He, um,

he's another Blackblood.

Another Blackblood?

It was his demon
that helped save you.

That doesn't mean
he would fight for me.

Clearly, Blackbloods
are dangerous.

- You're not serious, are you?
- I don't mean you, Talon.

You're part of this world.

They were part
of this world, too,

before they were betrayed.

Okay, enough.
We will find another way.

One that doesn't
include monsters.

And by monsters,
I assume you mean Lu-Qiri.

Talon, before yesterday I'd
never actually seen a Lu-Qiri.

Now I've stood face to face
with one up close.

I know how dangerous they are.

They're only dangerous in the
command of dangerous people.

You mean dangerous Blackbloods.

You will send the demon back,

and the Blackblood
that came with it.

Do it today.

Vikka and Zed.

- I'm sorry?
- Their names.

You should at least
know their names

before you send them back
to that horrible place.

They saved your life.

- Talon...
- It's an order, right?

It is.

As you wish, my Queen.

Stables.

Ah.

Here you go.

A fine morning to you, sir.

It will be a lot finer with
a piece of meat in me belly

and a good bed to keep in.

I started out
on the Watch meself.

Not in as fine a place
as this, mind you.

Oh, do you still serve?

I do indeed.

No finer honor
than to serve The Three.

It's what brings me
to the Capital.

I'm a Gate Marshal, tracking an
escaped prisoner badly wounded.

I think the Ambassador may have
picked him up along the way.

Did you happen
to see him come by?

Yeah. Dred rode in here
with a prisoner,

and buckets of blood
leaking from that one.

Probably dead by now.

Well, uh, I'm supposed
to pick him up dead or alive.

Do you know where
I might find him?

Well, they would have taken him
to the Institute either way.

Might check
with the Watch there.

I will indeed.

Thanks for your help.

Now go get some rest, huh?

Thank you, sir.

No, no, no.

- No?
- Yes. No, Naya.

Every time you come in here,

you come in
and think up some new idea

about how I can
humiliate myself,

and I'm very respectfully done.

No.

The kiss didn't work then?

No, it didn't work, Naya.

Well, um, you're not dead,

so it must not
have gone too horribly.

No, not too horribly at all.

Actually, do you know
what she said to me?

She said that maybe eventually

she might love me
in 30 or 40 moons.

So why don't you just go
and check back with me then?

I'm sorry it didn't go
as well as I expected.

Um, show me.

Show you what?

Show me how you kissed her.

Um, for purely scientific
reasons, so, um,

you know, I can understand what
you could have done differently.

Well, it won't be an exact recreation
because we're in a different room

and you're much smaller
than Talon...

Janzo.

All right.

Mm.

No.

You couldn't have done
anything differently.

That was, um, perfect.

Janzo!

- Janzo.
- Yes, Mum?

Gods. Did you rob a treasury?

You know as well as I do that the
treasury is about as empty as Munt's head.

This is all mine.

Mine, mine, mine,
and your Auntie's turning up in a minute.

Right, although you do realize

that that doesn't
explain any of this.

Indeed, Elinor.

Please do explain all of this.

Morning, Aunt Gertie.

Morning, Janzo.

Well, sister? You insisted
I visit you this morning.

Is it to apologize
for our last encounter

or help you with your counting?

You never were
very good at maths.

Have a seat, sister.

Janzo, wine. Best we've got
and a couple of glasses.

Right. It's just you realize
we only have one type of wine

and it's not really very good.

Janzo, your auntie's
getting older by the second.

What are you laughing at?

You, Elinor.

Is this because
I called you poor?

You want to prove
that you're wealthier than me?

Well, my dear sister,
I freely admit it.

I have no wealth of my own.

But I live in a mansion
the size of this whole Outpost.

I have servants
that wait on me day and night.

And I have the ear
of the future king.

It's not about money,
dear sister.

It's about power.

Well, if it's about power then,
dear sister,

you don't have a pot to pee in.

Gods, where did
you learn this language?

Right here.

While you were away getting a
proper education with your father,

I was here learning
something much more important.

Oh? And what's that?

People.

I learnt a lot about people.

You see, I learnt
how to read people,

what they want,
what they don't want.

And let me tell you something,
Gwynn doesn't want your Baron,

so you don't have
the future king's ear.

You have the ear
of a spoiled rotten lout.

Your Majesty, my soldiers
cannot continue at this pace.

Their hands are bleeding. Day and
night they are digging the trenches,

even though we've got nothing to
line them with but sharp sticks.

We need steel, Your Majesty.

Not just for our defenses,
but for our men.

There's steel in those mines,
begging your pardon, my Queen,

just waiting to be forged,

and men willing to go in,
but for a fair day's wage.

- Wait your turn, sir.
- I've been waiting all day.

Me, too.
There is no food.

How is she going to pay
your miners, huh?

How about she stops
paying your soldiers?

Enough.

Enough!

Your problems are my problems,

but we must unite together
to solve them.

I will not stand here
and lie to you.

I cannot snap my fingers
and alleviate our woes.

Not without a little time.

I know we need more men
and the money to arm them.

And I know that the solution
is in the mines.

But I cannot ask men to work
without a way to pay them.

What about the food?

Captain Orlick, how much grain is
left in the winter storehouses?

That's for the soldiers,
Your Majesty.

Not anymore.

My rightful claim to the throne
has put us in a tenuous position,

but I will not have
starving subjects.

Start rationing the food.
That will help for now.

Thank you.
Thank you, Your Grace.

You have my word, I will find a
way to solve all these problems.

You're not alone.

What do you think?

When I suggested we go
for a walk,

I was hoping to see
a bit more of the Capital.

You're still healing, Garret.

Besides, I want to be by your
side as you walk those streets

and learn about our home.

I've missed you.

How can you miss me, silly?

I never left your side.

Have you taken your medication?

Not yet today.

Take it now.

Of course.

You summoned me, Your Majesty?

I did indeed.

I wanted to thank you for trying
to save me from my captor.

It was very brave.

How are feeling?

- Never been better.
- You're drunk.

I'm celebrating our engagement.

That's funny. I don't recalled
accepting your proposal, Master Tobin.

Well, Your Majesty,
seeing as your...

Your coffers are empty,
your battlements are unmanned,

and your three days are long up,

I was feeling confident.

So shall we celebrate together?

Yeah?

But I have nothing to drink to.

- Okay.
- You're right.

Nothing has changed
since your proposed marriage.

If the Prime Order marched on my
gates today, my army would fail.

I would be hanged
for treason or worse.

We desperately need more men
and the money to arm them,

but nevertheless,

I've made my decision.

I am not desperate enough
to marry you.

A drunkard, a lecher.

A man who thinks
that the best way

to ask for the Queen's hand
in marriage

is to back her into a corner

and taunt her
for lack of options.

You are not deserving
of a place at my side.

Do you think I'm bluffing?

This isn't a game of Octor.

If you do not accept my
proposal, I will take my men,

I'll take my gold,
and I will leave.

- I mean it.
- So do I.

You have no honor.

You care for nothing
but yourself.

And I shall happily watch
from my unmanned battlements

as you turn tail
and leave my Outpost for good.

- You may go.
- You'll regret this.

Perhaps, but I would regret
the other option far more.

- That was...
- Idiotic?

No. That was incredible.

It's just that...

what are you going
to do now, Majesty?

The Prime Order army
could be days away.

I have no idea.

I got a couple
of questions for you.

It would be a smart idea
if you answered them honestly.

You seem like a smart geezer,

so, uh, we don't have
a problem, do we?

Now when I take my hand away,

you scream,
I'll cut your bits off.

You lie to me,
I'll cut your bits off.

And if you run...

You'll cut my bits off.

Yeah. Smart man indeed.

Is Garret Spears still alive?

I don't know, I swear.

Get that cape off.

- Garret?
- Wythers? What...

What are you doing here?

I was going to break in
and save your ass.

I thought you'd look
a right bloody mess.

Oh, I did.
They fixed me up.

- It's good to see you.
- Likewise.

I can't believe
you came all this way.

Garret, you're my only child.

I thought you'd
all forgotten me.

Don't be daft. Come on,
let's get you out of here.

No, no.
I'm not going anywhere.

This is my home now.

What are you talking about, boy?

The Outpost is rotten.

A false queen, a Blackblood
intent on destroying the world.

What would I be going back to?
A life of lies?

Keep your voice down.
Have you gone mad?

You're mad if you think
I'd go back knowing the truth.

Those people want to commit
treason against The Holy Three.

Enough of that.

I'll drag you back to
the Outpost on my shoulder

like a sack of spuds
if I have to.

No.

Guards!

You'd call the guards
on your own father?

It's for your own good.

- Who is this?
- He's my father.

And he's as blind as I once was.

- Take him away.
- What have they done to you, boy?

- Take him away!
- Huh?

What have they done?

You can fix him, can't you?

As you fixed me?

I will take care of him,
I promise you.

Thank you.

What? I'm a prisoner here
as well, then?

You can leave come morning,

and good riddance to you.

I've been looking for you
everywhere.

I wanted to go see Vikka,
but these two idiots...

Are doing their job.

Come on.

Go back to that filthy...

Save their queen
and this is how they act.

Filthy.

Seems not too much
has changed in this world.

- Talon, I brought you medicine.
- Look, not now, Janzo.

- Please.
- Blackbloods heal fast.

She doesn't need
your medicine, human.

Please.

Thanks.

Janzo!

Gwynn needs more
of the ointment you gave me.

Naya, hello.

It's um... it's nice to see you.

- Janzo?
- Hmm?

Are you all right?

- You're acting a bit odd.
- No, I'm not.

- Am I making you nervous?
- No.

No.

Actually, if you must know,

I've just been
a bit distracted lately.

- What, by me?
- Amongst other things, yes.

Really?

Naya!

What are you doing?

I just saved your life.

Thank you.

Though now that
I think about it,

you not being a colipsum user,

your life wasn't
terribly in danger.

I mean, just the...
The puncture wound

of a parasitic Plagueling worm

is quite unpleasant.

It becomes a red mound
of swollen skin

that secretes
a surprising amount of pus.

Would have looked ghastly
on your beautiful neck.

Janzo, will you...

I mean, would you like
to meet me tomorrow?

- Hmm?
- Take a walk in the gardens?

The sun might
do us both some good.

- The sun?
- Mm-hmm.

The sun.

Naya, you're a bloody genius.

Why do Plaguelings
only come out at night, huh?

I don't know.

Well, I don't know either.

But I'm gonna find out.

I told you to stay here.

Can you blame me?

A century of confinement?
I wanted some fresh air.

Gwynn commanded me to send you
and Vikka back through the portal.

And I think she's right.

No, you don't.

People are afraid of you.

People are always scared
of what they don't understand.

Are you afraid?

- I just don't trust you.
- That's wise.

Well, I can't very well
gain your confidence

if you send me back to the
darkness and dust, now can I?

So the odd little man was right.

You're still hurt.

Let me see.

It's fine.
Janzo will fix it.

I want to help, Talon.

Hmm. Broken bones.

Take us longer to heal.

Take off your shirt.

It's purely medicinal.

I meant what I said, Talon.

I want to help.

You want to help
your own people.

No one else.

You're just like Rebb.

Rebb would sooner see this world
burn than share it with humans.

My clan understands compromise,

especially
if it means our freedom.

Rebb said my ancestors
are the reason

the Blackbloods are trapped
behind the portal,

that my clan
tricked their own people.

No, I believe your clan
was tricked, too, by humans.

My people don't blame you.

They understand the history
of the Blackbloods.

Humans use us,
they take advantage of us,

and they discard us.

Gwynn wants you gone.

She thinks you're dangerous.

Are all humans dangerous?

- Of course not.
- Blackbloods are no different.

Your Queen doesn't seem
to understand that.

But you, you want to
understand, don't you?

You need to be
with your own people, Talon.

And if you intend to be the One

and control the Asterkinj,
you need me.

I know the names
of every single Lu-Qiri.

Just think, with me by your side,
we could bring back our people.

If I let you stay, I'm disobeying
direct orders from the Queen.

I won't tell if you won't.

I mean, for all I know,
she's right.

You could be dangerous.

I could be.

Talon, you have
so much to learn,

and I'm the only one
who can teach you.

Then stay here.

All right, well,
no more wandering around.

No one can find out
that I disobeyed the Queen.

You've made the right decision.

Then prove it.

I've been told you have an
urgent need to speak with me.

Yes, Your Majesty.
Uh, take a seat, would you?

How kind of you to offer
me a seat on my own throne.

But something tells me I ought
to remain standing at the moment.

What is it that's brought you
here to see me this morning?

I'll cut straight to it. You sent the
Baron packing with a good spanking,

if the talk in the pub
is any measure.

Yes, well,
he was not a good match.

Except he had
everything you need.

- Not everything.
- Your Majesty, uh,

speaking as a woman whose had

her fair share of men,

I do understand that no one

will ever measure up
to Garret Spears.

I understand you sister
is Master Tobin's advisor.

I assume you're here
on her behalf

to implore me to accept
the Baron's proposal after all?

Gods, no. Gertie and that Baron
can shove that proposal of theirs

right up their tiny, little a...

My apologies.

Why are you here?

I have a proposal of my own,
Your Majesty.

I may not have an army,
but gold?

Gold I have, and lots of it,

and I'll be getting
a whole lot more.

It will pay for
the reopening of the mines,

fill the food stores,
and buy you time.

And the good news is
you don't have to marry me,

because, frankly,
you're not my type.

You don't make this offer out
of the goodness of your heart.

So what do you want?

Simply to be made
Royal Advisor to the Queen.

Hmm.

Perhaps I should
sit down after all.

I don't wish to know
how you came into such wealth.

And although
your offer is generous,

these funds, I fear,
come from questionable sources.

- I'm a businesswoman.
- You're a criminal.

Your Majesty,
you're about to go to war.

You need a criminal.

And I will advise you
from a perspective

I wager you have
never dreamed of.

And let's face it,
gold's gold at the end of the day.

If I were to make you advisor,
then I would need assurance

that you detach yourself from
these business endeavors.

- I can make arrangements.
- And that you come and speak with me

before you act on any other
opportunities that may come your way.

If you make me Treasurer
of the Realm as well.

Hmm.

Madame, I accept your proposal.

It sure beats marrying
that dolt.

I thought you'd see it that way.

And remember, Janzo!

Janzo, just because
I put you in charge,

it doesn't mean
you're in charge.

- Do you hear me?
- Yes. Yes, Mum.

I want very,
very detailed books.

I want no drop of ale
unaccounted for,

no crumb of brown bread, no...

Mum, please stop.
Just tell me one thing.

Why did Gwynn
appoint you Advisor?

My attention to detail.

You've got lipstick
on your teeth.

Sister, hello!

The Baron's not here. I know.

I was surprised as you are,

considering how much
he likes his...

- You're in high spirits.
- I know!

Janzo, come and tell your auntie
why I'm in such high spirits.

The Queen made Mum
Royal Advisor.

So tell me,
does a Queen outrank a Baron?

I didn't get your education,
so I get a bit confused around that point.

May your journey home
be as uneventful

as the rest of your life.

I don't care if it'll be dark.

We'll light some torches
and we'll keep going.

The sooner we're out
of this dump, the better.

We're not going anywhere.

Yes, we are.

I say we are, so we are!

Your temper was terrible
when you were a boy, Tobin,

but be assured
it's less so with age.

I want to get as far away
from this place as possible.

I don't want to
be near that harpy.

Hold your tongue, young man.

And answer me this, is your vanity
more important than your legacy?

The legacy that you deserve?

Well, what can I do?
She's rejected me.

If you had done things my way,
she would already be yours.

I know how to seduce a woman.

I've always been
quite successful.

Yes, with your common strumpets.

This is a queen.

From now on, you will do things

exactly as I tell you to.

Do I make myself clear?

Yes, my lady.

By hook or by crook, Tobin,

I will make you a king.

- Barkeep.
- You're supposed to be gone.

But I decided to stay,
so give me your finest ale.

Janzo, you're not to serve
the Baron another drop.

Do I make myself clear?

- What?
- No more drink.

The Baron will be taking
his rooms again.

This can't be all there is.

I got us some cheese.

You better clean this up.

It looks like
Janzo's lab in here.

Sorry.
I guess I got a bit excited.

But, look,
I found something amazing.

I always thought
this was a myth.

But your smith,
he had it right here.

Have you seen this before?

- What is this?
- The key.

- What? A picture?
- No, a key.

I was hoping your smith
might know where it is.

He never spoke to me about it.

I've never seen that before.

What does it unlock?

If the stories are true,
this key unlocks a great power

that could solve the problems
of our people and your Queen.

Well, in my experience,
powers just create more problems.

Talon, I have this new
theory about the Plaguelings,

- but first I need...
- Oh, come on.

You're supposed to be gone.

- Janzo.
- What's he doing here?

Didn't Gwynn tell you
to send him away?

Talon didn't want to see me go.

He's helping me.

No. No, I'm sorry,
but I help you,

and I'm very good at it.

What can he help you with
that I can't, hmm?

Understanding who I am.

What I'm meant to do.

Well, Gwynn's not going to be
very happy about this, is she?

Yes, and I'll tell
Gwynn when I'm ready.

But until then...

can you keep a secret?

Talon, this is
manipulative and unfair.

Yes.

Shut up!

I waited in the garden for you.

Oh, I forgot.
I've just got so much on my mind.

- You stood me up.
- I'm sorry, all right?

I was on my way, and then...

And then I got sidetracked by...

- By what?
- Well, I actually can't tell you

because I made a promise.

Suffice to say,

I'm sorry and I forgot,
all right?

I don't understand why I will forever
be seen by women as just a friend.

A boring, trustworthy friend

that they can just pile all of
their secrets onto, you know?

Do you know that
I've only ever kissed

two women in my entire life?

Talon because
she thought I was dying,

and you...
It wasn't even real, was it?

Did it feel like it wasn't real?

Well, no.
No, of course not,

but you were just trying
to fix me, weren't you?

You don't need fixing, Janzo.

Well, that's good news
for you then, isn't it?

Because ever since
you started meddling, Naya,

I'm more... more Janzo than ever.

Not all women care about
muscles and all that stuff.

They want someone
sweet and kind.

A man who is caring,
funny, brilliant.

That's what most women want.

Do you know any men like that?

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm?

I'm honored to bow
before The Three,

and I pledge my heart
and my blood.

Rise.

When your commander
bowed before us,

we were pleased
with your progress.

But one concern remains.

That it was not to The Three

he pledged his heart and blood.

But to you.

That was the first part

of the positive conditioning.

But we now have confirmation

that our conditioning
of Garret Spears

has gone to the next level.

And you know this how?

He passed one last test.
He rejected his own family.

We are convinced my Three,

Garret Spears is ready
for his purpose.

Then send him before us.

Alone.

The miners agreed
to these terms?

Mm-hmm. I let them have
a few wins first,

just so everyone felt
a bit warm and fuzzy.

Thank you.

Our mining operation
is officially reopened,

thanks to you.

I will get them cracking then.

Do you have a moment,
Your Majesty?

I'm afraid Her Majesty
has run out of moments.

Off you go, or I'll have you
sent out a window.

Now that's no way to talk
to a Baron, Elinor.

Besides, I just had
that window repaired.

It's all right, Elinor.
Thank you.

I think I'll stay, Your Majesty.

I've come to apologize,
Your Majesty,

for the way I behaved.

- You have?
- Yes, I was greedy,

and I thought
you might be greedy, too.

I saw what you needed,
and I used it to force your hand.

That is very big of you
to admit, Baron,

but my mind is already made up.

An apology won't convince me
to marry you.

The road to your home is long.
You should go.

Before you hit the road,
why don't you have a drink?

It's on me.

Begging your pardon, Majesty,
but I'm not going anywhere.

And neither are my men.

Your men.

They are yours
to command, as am I.

It would be an honor
to serve a queen

as passionate
and honorable as yourself.

You flatter me, but why are you doing this?
What's the catch?

I told you,
I wanted to secure my legacy.

Yes, to be the father of kings,
which is off the table.

Yes, it is, but without
that, what is my legacy?

Drunken brawls?

Gambling? Whoring?

Ahem.

This, serving you.

Helping you retake the Realm,

that will be my legacy.

It's time I started
doing the right things

for the right reasons.

Wakey, wakey.

Oh, you look like bloody hell.

You're about to look
a lot worse.

Your son asked me
to look after you.

That's a shame.

I'm not so eager
to be in your care.

Well, you will be when the
Tormentor here is finished with you.

I am honored to bow
before The Three.

I pledge my heart and blood.

Rise.

The Three has a purpose
for you, Commander,

if you are ready.

I am, my Three.

Son!

Commander Spears,
kill your father.

Garret.

From this day forward,

you will no longer answer
to the name Garret Spears.

You are now
The Blade of The Three.

Are you ready for your purpose,
Blade of The Three?

With all my heart.

You will return to the Outpost.

You will kill the Blackblood.

You will kidnap the false queen.

My purpose is clear.

I will fulfill it with honor.

Hail to The Three.