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Aah.

There we go!

There she is!

Rise and shine, She-Rat.

Welcome back to the world of the living.

We can't stay too long.

The Baron is expecting your friends by the end of the week.

I would hate for them to spoil.

I had thought that a large force, armed to the teeth,

was waiting for the Rats.

I had tried to get to Jealousy and warn them.

In my wildest dreams, it never occurred to me

that the trap was a single man.

Aye.

Isn't that your girlfriend?

Mmm? Mistle!

Aye.

That was it.

Who the fuck names their child after a parasite?

A plant that lives off its host,

sucks the life out of it…

Nor did I have any idea what kind of man he was.

Although…

it was you she ate up, top to toe, wasn't it?

That's why you came flyin' into that square to save the day.

'Cause you got sucked in…

…to her family.

Mmm?

That was their fatal flaw, the lot of them.

You know why?

'Cause you can't be a family without loyalty.

And loyalty…

ooh, loyalty rots the brain.

Makes you weak.

Gets you caught.

Or worse.

Whatever happened next wouldn't touch me at all.

Not a bit.

It's not too late for you, though.

Mmm?

You've shed all that stinky dead weight.

And now, you can grow back,

stronger, tougher…

All I had to do was survive.

Just don't make the same mistakes they did.

'Cause you and me, our story,

it's just beginnin'.

Why are you doing this?

Why?

Well, that's a…

that's a whole different story.

But it's one I think you should hear.

Aah!

Let the music play.

Leave the till!

Ah, folks.

Betting's almost closing.

Don't lose your chance to pick a winner.

And who do you think it's gonna be?

Will it be the fearsome doppler?

Boo!

Or is it gonna be the bloodthirsty, heartless witcher?

Fight! Fight!

-You're worried. -I'm watching.

And wondering if he's got a knife hidden behind that barrel.

Oh, yeah? How do you figure?

You still don't believe I can hear your thoughts, hmm?

Betting's closed and the fight is on, people!

It's showtime.

And right now, it's the battle of the century.

We have the hideous havoc-wreaker, the doppler.

No, no, no!

Oh, he's vicious, all right.

But is he any match

for the silver sword

of the most vile mutant on the Continent,

the witcher?

I don't know where he is.

Hmm.

What's he doing?

I said, the witcher!

Yeah!

Come on, give us something!

Come on! Come on!

My man is looking rough.

Here we go.

Twenty orens says the doppler fucking takes him.

You're on.

There he is!

-Uh-uh. -Hey, man.

Uh, we were just looking for some, uh… privacy.

-Mmm. -This room's closed to the public.

Oh, come on, mate. Don't be like that.

Stay here.

-Too easy. -Come on.

Come on!

Ugh.

This bet's bullshit!

If that's a doppler, I'm a bloody rhinoceros.

-His face is sweating off. -Oh, shit!

He's wide open. Come on!

Oh shit. That's us.

-This fight is a fraud! -Huh?

This fight is a fuckin' fraud!

-Shut up. -What a scam!

Shut the hell up.

What the fuck, man? I told you to stick to my left.

-It was an accident. -'Cause you're drunk. Again.

-I want my money back! -He's a fraud!

-Fraud! -This is some bullshit, man.

Oi! That's my--

Right, you! Out of here!

No!

Come on! I got it!

-It's mine! -Give it back!

Hey, you little punk.

Don't touch that!

Get off!

Hah!

Hey! Oi!

-Come here! -Hey.

Hey!

Gimme back my money, witcher.

Come on, let's go!

Hey, get back here.

Juniper!

Please.

Don't leave me.

That's my paycheck you're stealing--

Mistle, snap out of it!

-Come on, you, fight for it now. -Hey!

Mistle, come on! Mistle!

You gotta be fucking kidding me.

-No! No! -Asse, time to ride!

-Let's fucking go! -Fuck you!

You Rat!

Almost.

Aah. Got it.

Ooh!

-Wait, what the fuck is this shit? -You said it was full of gold.

-Well, some of it's gold. -Gold shit we can't fence.

Or eat. I'm starvin'.

Mmm, I'm on it.

Hee!

Who bets an axe at the barrel table?

Come to Papa.

How many people you reckon

the King of Gemmera killed with this thing?

Nah, that shit's from Vicovaro.

-Well, the King of Vicovaro, then. -Vicovaro had imperators, not kings.

The fuckin' Imperator of fuckin' Vicovaro.

-How many? -None. That's a ceremonial weapon.

Oi, pipe down. I love this song.

What song? You fuckin' lunatic.

Just 'cause you can't hear the voices doesn't mean they aren't singing.

You aren't psychic, babes.

You're psycho.

Watch your step.

Lucky guess.

How'd we do?

Well, once we re-up on food and supplies,

we should have enough left to last a couple of days.

A couple of days?

Is it me, or are your jobs gettin' more dangerous and less profitable?

You've seen what's goin' on out there.

Nilfgaard's up everyone's arse right now.

I mean, what do you want me to do?

Do you want me to write a letter and voice our concerns?

"Dear White Flame, your war's makin' it harder to steal shit. Please advise."

Shut up, Reef.

You're right. The money's shit.

But what's dangerous, Mistle, is you.

Spacin' out in the middle of a rip-and-run, again.

This ghost you keep seein'?

You need to get over it.

You know? Before you get us caught or… killed.

We can't keep goin' like this forever, can we?

Yeah, well, Issy can see the future.

Tell us if we survive.

This is how you die.

Doesn't work like that.

We survive on coin.

It's that simple. We need a cash guarantee.

Psychic bullshit won't feed us.

Maybe it could.

Whoa.

Welcome.

The spirits told me that you were coming.

Oh, it's you.

Been a minute, ain't it, Orla? Business looks slow.

People finally figure out you're a shit psychic?

Where the hell have you two been?

Oh!

Before Emhyr rolled his arse through here and conscripted them into his damned army,

the kids in town were my little strays.

And these two were the best, until they traded up for you lot.

I'd send them to go and find birds' nests, and they'd bring back the eggs.

Turns out, you don't need a third eye to know who's scamming,

who's skimming.

Orla knows all.

-Exactly. We're looking for a job. -Something with a big score.

-And no trinkets. -Well, maybe some trinkets.

Make it good. We'll pay you for it.

Hmm. I'm moving up in the world.

Well, I heard of an inheritance down in Tyffi.

Or there's the bar witch in Glyswen

who runs some really shady deals with the Nissir gang.

Not good enough.

I don't know. There's one last thing.

It's big, but

it's dangerous.

You ever heard of Dom Houvenaghel?

Who hasn't?

Guy runs the biggest fight ring this side of the Yaruga.

That's the one.

Rumor is he's branching out, opening a new arena over in Amarillo.

You can bet that grand opening will be the bloodiest night yet.

Holy shit.

If it's anything like the one in Claremont,

then that place will be packed with warlords, arms dealers,

the wealthiest, most depraved people in the city.

Oh, you haven't seen depraved.

The guy Houvenaghel has hired to run this arena,

he's bad news.

He's a mercenary.

Led the massacres during the Ebbing Rebellion.

Enslaved hundreds. Killed even more.

He used to have a chokehold

on the border brothels and all the girls to stock them.

Now he's moving up in the world.

Sadistic piece of shit by the name of--

Bert Brigden.

Tell us everything you know.

So, from what your girl Orla said,

we've got three major issues.

Okay, the first, we're on a clock. The fight's in a fortnight.

The second, it's invite only.

It's at some beach compound by the old Amarillo port garrison.

-What's that? -A fortified prison.

What? I've been in enough prisons to know what the fuck garrison means.

What it means is our options to infiltrate are limited as shit.

What's the third problem?

You.

We aren't stupid, Mistle.

You clearly know Bert Brigden.

So start talking.

I met Bert Brigden two years ago on the day before my wedding.

I was the blushing bride-to-be of Lord Genzier of Ebbing.

He was leading the rebellion against Nilfgaard,

and I would rule by his side when we won.

My life was perfect.

My family was proud.

I didn't love him, but it didn't matter.

Because I had her.

Your ghost.

Juniper was her name.

She was a servant.

And my best friend.

I loved her for as long as I can remember, and we had our own plans for the future.

Does Daddy know you're fucking your girlfriend

before you marry an old geezer?

Hmm.

Jealous?

-Ouch! -Yeah.

No biting!

You need to take care of me.

I will take care of you, milady.

I promise.

We'll take care of each other.

Always.

I promise.

I thought I had it all figured out.

One last thing!

I was wrong.

We need to go. Now.

-Kill the men. -Keep the women.

Emhyr used Brigden to infiltrate towns.

Sniff out rebellion.

And quash them.

No!

No! No!

Let's get them out!

Mercenaries.

Nilfgaard found out about our rebels.

If… if they get you, don't… don't fight.

My sister fought, and…

I hid.

Come on, Mistle.

Come on! Mistle!

The conspirators had a price on their heads.

My family was a high-priority target.

We went back to try and save them.

You heard Asse. We need to run.

Not without my family.

Please, don't leave me.

Please.

Please.

Find your parents. I'll get your brothers.

Hold on to it.

Look at me. If anyone comes for you, kill them.

Father. Mother.

Father, wake--

Juniper.

Lex. Demitri!

If it isn't the bride-to-be.

I've heard of you, petal.

Oh, it's true what they say.

Now,

let's have some fun, shall we?

Those girls Orla was talking about,

the ones he funneled into his brothels,

we were among them.

A noble cunt is still a cunt, sweetheart.

That night, my perfect life became a nightmare.

But Juniper fought every step of the way to protect me.

She is a pretty little thing.

No!

-No! -Feisty, too.

No!

As I watched Brigden beat her to death, something inside me broke.

No!

No!

I see her everywhere now.

I don't know how long I was there.

In his cellar.

But I figured out how to pick the lock.

Worked that thing until my fingers bled and made it to Loredo, half-dead.

Which is what I'd be if Asse hadn't found me and taken me to Orla's.

I don't know, Mistle.

When a job gets personal, it gets reckless.

We all agreed when we started this gang

to check our feelings at the door and keep the past in the past.

You're really telling me you don't think about them?

The arseholes that forced you and Reef into the army?

Or your people, who abandoned you to save their own skin?

Fuckers who tortured me into selling out my parents,

got 'em hanged for treason.

There's a million guys like Brigden out there

who use this war to take what they want and crush anyone who gets in their way.

And guess what? They're all gonna be at that fight.

So how about we take something from them for once, huh?

It would feel good. Just this once.

Right, Giz?

If we're gonna do this,

it has to be enough to just take his money, Mistle.

Okay? You can't be distracted by some fantasy of revenge.

We can't afford any mistakes.

No mistakes.

No mistakes.

Okay.

We start with recon.

Here's what we know. Houvenaghel's arenas all run the same.

Twelve fights. Six in the first half, six in the second.

Everyone checks weapons at the entrance.

The only people armed are the guards.

And there'll be plenty.

All bets go into the money boxes.

And the money boxes are emptied into the vault.

Problem is, we don't know how to access the vault or how it's secured.

We need to figure out their setup,

find a way into the vault,

and plan our exit route.

Once we're done, meet back at the horses.

Ugh. No one said anything about a boat.

Aw, is Kayleigh scared?

-Are you scared? -I can't swim.

Get the bowl up!

Get out the way. Coming forward here.

If they're usin' the well to move the money, then it's gotta be this way.

Hmm.

Looks like an exit route to me.

What do you think?

I think my butt cheeks are wet.

Oh! Come here. Sh, sh.

-Put 'em over there. -Come on, get up. Go on, hurry up.

What are you thinking?

Thinking you need to keep your ear covered.

No, about the plan.

I have a bad feeling.

Feelings don't dictate. Strategy does.

I think we can pull it off.

Fight night is the best time to showcase our creation.

The Jalowik has to be ready. No excuses.

Having my intestines ripped from my asshole isn't an excuse.

Stop being such a chickenshit, Til.

I'm just saying. Houvenaghel gave us specific instructions.

Ah, fuck him.

We'll sell the Jalowik, get our money,

and be long gone before he even knows what we're up to.

If the boss learns we siphoned off money for our creation,

who do you think he'll send after us?

You want big reward, you have to take big risk.

All I know is that Emhyr will pay a mint to take control of this Continent.

But when his warlords and his emissaries see what our little creation can do,

that mint will be ours.

Fight night is my chance to play with the big dogs,

so you make sure that my monster is ready to fight.

That's it, come through.

This looks like the way down to the vault.

It was brave, what you did yesterday.

To tell everyone what happened.

I know you don't wanna talk about it.

That's why it was brave.

We don't live in the past, but it kind of makes us who we are.

I…

I guess sometimes I forget I'm not the only one Brigden hurt.

Every day,

I think to myself, uh, I should've killed him when I had the chance.

Before Dulcie…

You did everything you could.

Which was nothing.

That's what made me who I am.

A coward.

Look. There's the well.

They'll collect the bets up there.

Lower them here.

It's a vault, all right.

Yeah. Except the lock on that gate is pitiful.

Yeah, but nobody works in this part. It's empty.

And really scary.

Sh.

Go on!

Mistle, let's go.

-Ow! Mistle! -Come on, Asse.

Help! Come quick!

Come! Hurry up!

Are you okay?

Asse! Oh, Asse.

Go to the horses and grab my waterskin, quick!

What happened?

There… there was something down there. A creature attacked us.

Brigden's monster. Did you know about this?

No! Brigden's a glorified gutter pimp. He doesn't have access to shit like that.

He's got new ambitions.

He's got a mage now.

They're pulling one over on Houvenaghel

using the fight to showcase some thing called a Jalowik.

-A Jalowik? -Yeah.

They think it will change the tide of warfare.

Wait. What? How?

Does it matter? We need to call it off.

I'm telling you. I've seen this. Asse's injury, a girl with green eyes.

-No money's worth dying for. -No!

No! No, he doesn't deserve to win!

This was the deal, Mistle. It's not about your revenge.

What happened to taking one back from these arseholes?

Yeah, I meant money.

And there will be money. Lots of it.

Come on, Kayleigh.

Fine. If we could pull this off without being mauled by a monster or apprised--

Apprehended!

Whatever.

We'd be set for life.

You wanna fucking survive and have a life?

You're not a mage!

You're not a witcher.

We can't do it, guys.

We can't kill a monster.

Unless we had more help.

Oh, gods' sakes, friend. You could wilt a flower.

When's the last time you bathed?

You wanna take a bath together?

All you gotta do is ask.

There's not enough liquor in the world.

And you should know. You've bought about half of it.

That will be 50 orens.

-Put it on my tab, honey. -No.

Come on, Sonora.

It's not my fault this time. The Black Hand got robbed.

Word on the street is you got your arse handed to you

by some pipsqueak with a cue stick.

-It was a dice rake. -Mmm.

-And I was holdin' back. -Well, so am I.

Now, you can keep one bottle of rye

and that meat stick you already slobbered all over.

And when you've paid me back for that, you can pay me for the rest.

Hey.

Consider our bath date cancelled.

No.

You little shits have a death wish,

and I'm in the mood to grant it.

We've got a job for you.

I already have a job, one I quite enjoyed,

until you lot came along and blew up my spot.

Hey, give me that.

I don't know, man. Kind of seemed like you were half-arsein' it.

Like, I legitimately would've asked for my money back

if we weren't already stealin' it.

All right. Look, arsehole, we need you to kill a monster.

So let's just skip the theatrics, yeah?

You've gotta show up, sober.

Stay with us. Get dried out. Get it done.

Those are the demands.

Here's my demand.

Eat shit!

-Are you replacing that? -Look.

We'll give you a thousand orens up front, and 20 more after the job is done.

I don't work for Rats.

You get to kill a real monster for real money.

Then you never have to see us again.

Out of curiosity,

what's your target?

Dominik Houvenaghel's new arena.

You idiots do have a death wish.

Well, good luck. Godspeed.

And give me the fuckin' money you stole.

-What are you lookin' at? -You're scared.

Of you? Hardly.

Of failing.

I see a girl in pain.

A princess born under a curse.

I know that story.

A striga.

King Foltest hired three witchers.

The first ran off with all his money. The second was killed by the beast.

The third, Geralt of Rivia, he saved her.

That's not how it went down. And the White Wolf's a cunt, so--

Someone you cared for died

because of your cowardice.

That's when the whole world started hating you.

I was a witcher.

The world always hated me.

That's the first time I agreed with them.

We don't hate you.

We need you.

Please.

Fifty thousand orens.

And I want my pick of beds.

This place is a mess now anyway.

Because of you.

Shitheads.

Thank you.

He's our best shot at getting out of this alive.

Are you just gonna keep staring at me or what?

Right?

Damn. Where'd you find all this shit?

Five-finger discount.

Oh, you still overpaid.

Listen up.

We know our route once we're inside.

Now we just need to get in.

-We need to look like we belong there. -Why don't we just sneak in?

-We need freedom to move. -Yeah, unarmed.

How's Gramps gonna do his job without a sword?

I'm workin' on it.

Kayleigh and Reef, your way in is with the boxers.

We need someone to look like a legit fighter.

And every fighter requires two squires,

so… Asse, you're in.

Fuck, yeah. Put me in the fight ring.

Uh… yeah, you're not our fighter.

-Asse is. -What?

Chill, man.

He's jokin'.

You're joking?

I'm a trained military combat fighter, and Asse…

Asse…

You stand knee-high to hog nuts, dipshit, and you probably weigh half as much.

Big-money arenas is all about uniformity.

You'll never make weight in a sanctioned fight.

Look, Asse is the only one that's gonna look legit on paper.

Speaking of, you're gonna need papers.

-What the fuck is this? -A government uniform.

The decree of athletic commission I can forge, but the seal has to be legit.

I need you to go to the Amarillo prefecture and get it stamped.

Giz has lost his damn fuckin' mind.

How the hell am I supposed to make him look like a believable fighter?

It's the same play we've done a thousand times,

just with a new bonehead prop.

We stoke the crowd, all hell breaks loose,

giving the guys cover so they're not apprised--

Apprehended.

Um, fuck, no.

Come on, man.

When we held up that tavern in Mayton,

I had to wear that fucking sweaty, Nilfgaardian ball-sack armor for hours.

We agreed. Next time, you do the dress-up.

You shitting words out of your mouth-hole does not equal a deal.

I agreed to nothing.

-You do look smart in 'em. -Really?

Yeah, sure thing. You look proper nice.

Yeah, look. Oh, wow.

Now, remember, you're Commissioner of Sport.

You're really fancy.

But not that fancy. Give me your sword.

-I am not going anywhere unarmed. -Swords are forbidden since the rebellion.

-No one follows that. -Law-abiding citizens do.

Besides, you got me outside. Just whistle if anything goes wrong.

But nothin's gonna go wrong.

Wh… whistle!

-Whi… whistle, whistle, whistle! -Come here! Yah!

Fuck.

-Which one? -Uh, I don't know.

Fuck.

Oof! Get off!

Ah, ah, ah!

Seriously?

And that's why I should be in the goddamn fight ring, Giz.

Did you just kill a guy with a book for a seal of wax?

Apprehended, bitch.

Giz! Giz, I can't fight.

It's okay, Asse. You won't have to.

We'll be on the boat before you have to.

It's just about giving us cover to escape.

When guards are busy keepin' a mob under control,

they aren't seein' us jack their shit.

I saw you jack my shit.

-That's my fuckin' chair. -What are you doing?

Ingredients for witchers' elixir.

It's cooking sherry.

What's more pathetic?

That you can't go a day without drinking,

or that you can't make up a half-decent lie to cover?

Have you always been such a devout little asshole?

I converted later in life.

Enough, you two! Stop bickering!

So, how do we get in?

We are gonna get invited.

Our cover story is that we're newlyweds looking for some action.

Our mark is a high-end brothel in Rocayne.

I know the owner, an old friend from my army days.

Miss Skret.

Up jumped the devil.

Ooh.

The things I could do with that mouth.

Miss Skret, this is my friend, Iskra.

Iskra, Miss Skret.

-Pleasure. -Is that my guy?

-You see… -That's the Baron.

You need an invite, he's your man.

The cute one. In the leather.

-He's your-- -My heel. Got it.

Leave his pretty face, though.

Sure.

Mmm!

That's my mother, you prick.

-Oh! Stop it! -I'm gonna pull your teeth out.

-Stop it! -Get off him, you arsehole.

You know, I've offered that boy every pleasure under the sun.

And nothing turns his head.

But he sure breaks his neck looking at you.

Once he takes the bait, you come help me charm him.

-Oh, oh! -Darling?

You promised me, no brawling on our honeymoon.

My poor lamb. Are you all right?

He invests in Houvenaghel's arenas.

You saved my life.

Please, let me repay you for your assistance.

An invite from him means unlimited access on fight night.

Et voilà.

If you will excuse me.

Now for the tricky part of the plan.

How do you kill a monster?

Depends on the monster.

I'm gonna have to do some research.

Mind-numbing, excruciatingly boring research.

And when I say I, I mean you, partner.

-Now, where can we find some wild herbs? -Oh!

These too, Rat.

We've been at this for hours.

My fingers are pricked to hell.

What's even in witcher elixirs?

What makes you go fast and see in the dark and shit?

Oh my God. You don't even remember, do you?

I remember, kinda.

The details have just gone a little, uh… fuzzy.

What other vital knowledge have you lost to liquor?

Talk to me about this thing that sliced your boy's leg open. The… Jalo-what's-it.

Jalowik.

It was dark and that thing was fast. I didn't get a good look.

But when I first caught sight of it before it attacked, it made me think…

It looked like a human in the darkness.

Keep lookin' through that book.

I'm tellin' you, there's nothing in here about a Jalowik.

Best I've got is monsters don't like silver swords.

-So do that. -You want your money, right? Huh?

If I'm gonna kill the damn thing, I need answers.

So keep lookin'.

Fine.

You still remember how to swing a sword, though, right?

You keep up your whining, and we'll find out.

And don't forget those herbs either.

We only have five days left.

We need a big distraction for when it's time to escape.

But more importantly, we need Brehen to be ready.

The research, the elixir, we still don't have what we need, so get it together.

-Come on. Come on. Yes! -One, two.

-Three, four… -Duck!

-Watch it. -If he dies, it's your fault.

Do you think I don't know that?

Okay, Asse. Let's go again. Hands up.

-Oh, I don't wanna. -To your face. Combo.

Let's go. One, two, three, yeah? Right, from the slip.

-What? -The bit you keep fucking up.

-From the slip? -Yes. Okay. Body. Body!

Take the back. The back!

-What do you mean? -Let's go! Come on, today.

-One, two. -One, two.

Duck. Again.

Now, come on. Combo. Two, yes.

Duck!

Mother--

-This is a delicate process, numbnuts. -No shit.

-Reef, I can't do better. -Get ahold of yourself.

-Can't get it to stabilize. -There's no time.

Focus on your work.

-Shit. -Come on. Look at me.

-Go again. -Shit, Reef.

To your face.

-Protect yourself. -I'm protecting myself.

Body. From the bit you keep fucking up.

-Take the back. Take the back! -What do you mean?

-For fuck's sake! -Aah!

Gah!

Out of my way.

No money's worth this.

Fuckin' kids.

How can you stand it, all this bullshit?

I'd rather live in a den of vampires.

Vampires, of the classification succubus immortalis.

Highly intelligent and sensitive beings.

You wouldn't last a week.

-I'm not really good with people. -No shit.

What's your deal?

The School of the Cat, where I came up, it was…

It was a nightmare.

Any connection was deemed a weakness, a liability,

so they kept us isolated.

Even from each other.

So, after that,

all I could feel was rage.

That's why you drink.

To numb it.

That feeling, like you're on a fire.

I had someone who helped me numb it. Juniper.

After she died,

it's like… everything just burned all the time.

What happened with the striga?

You heard the story. I ran off with the money.

Left that cursed girl to butcher the village.

You might be a terrible witcher, but you don't strike me as a crook.

Like I said, I'm…

I'm not good with people.

But the job doesn't help.

Then one day, I met this guy.

Remus.

He was a witcher like me.

He came from the School of the Wolf. They treated each other like brothers.

That's the way he treated me. I didn't know it could be like that.

He saved my ass on a job in Kovir.

We start travellin' together, and

splittin' jobs.

Watching each other's backs.

King Foltest offered to double our pay

if we could save the striga instead of killin' it.

How can you save a monster?

She wasn't a monster. She was just a girl.

A girl who'd been cursed. Used.

That's what I said to talk him into takin' the job.

I didn't give a shit about that girl.

I just wanted the money.

Got him killed for it.

A malediction.

What?

It's a mixture between a curse and an alchemical experimentation.

What if Brigden used one of his girls to make this thing?

-The Jalowik. -Malediction?

Of course!

We have to counter the magic infused in its body.

We'd need an extraction tonic for it.

Subdue the curse, the monster becomes vulnerable.

I can kill it.

Good job, Rat.

Thanks.

After your girlfriend died,

what helped you numb it?

The burning?

Them.

At that Lammas festival in Geso, that's where we met.

A bunch of orphans of war.

But we made a blood pact

to stick together.

See?

The truth is, you can never really numb it.

All you can do is find the people you want to go out in a blaze of glory with and…

light a match.

Get dressed.

No offense, Grandpa.

What makes you think you can teach Bonehead how to fight

when I've already rocked your shit twice?

Who said anything about teaching?

I'm tryin' to get back into fightin' shape.

Let's see you go three for three, dipshit.

You should know…

I'm sober now.

Sobriety isn't so much of a superpower as you thought.

Huh, Gramps?

Hey.

Come up here.

Look. The secret to fighting isn't forgetting your fear.

It's embracing it.

Fear means you're alive.

And if you're alive,

you're already winning.

Come up here.

All right. Come on.

Plant your feet. Square your shoulders. This way. This way.

This way.

Okay. There you go.

Give me a jab.

Come on. Snap it up. Snap it out!

Right hand. Right hand.

Come on, man.

-Yeah, look at that. -Fuckin' hell.

Okay.

-Ah! -No!

One more time. One more.

-Not again. No! -Yes!

Pay up, bitch!

Give me your money. Come on.

I'm smashing it today.

You're shit at this.

Ahem.

Feeling good about your plan?

Yeah. Yeah, I am.

Went over it, like, a thousand times? Know every move you're gonna make?

Yep.

Then why the hell aren't you over there dancing with her?

I really need to focus.

You know, if this goes wrong tomorrow, then that's on me.

Look, kid, uh… I get it.

You know, you wanna be in control

of every bad thing this world could throw at you

'cause the other option, like, destiny's in charge, is so much worse.

But trust me when I say that tomorrow

doesn't give a fuck about today's plans.

So go dance with the girl.

Brehen.

We've got a problem. Hurry.

-Happy Lammas! -Happy Lammas!

Whoo-hoo!

Yeah!

Happy Lammas, old man.

Well, since we might die tomorrow,

might as well live it up tonight, right, Gramps?

It's not every day that we get to be monster killers.

Feels like something to celebrate, right?

We will.

Tomorrow.

After we finish the job.

Well,

we gotta mark the occasion somehow.

It's a Lammas tradition.

Hmm.

You Rat.

-Yeah! -Whoo!

Come on, guys. Let's party.

Asse, what's that tune? What's that tune?

Here we are.

-Here. -Come on, Mistle!

Yeah!

You know the rules, people!

Twelve fights, and only one possible outcome!

-Finish him! -Victory or death!

We have champions from all over the Continent

and even from beyond!

Who will take it all?

She's good, jacked with vile root.

I pity the poor bastards you're planning to feed to her.

Well, I'm so glad you've finally stopped pissin' your pants.

'Cause when this works, no one will care how we got here.

Only that we sold 'em the weapon that won the war.

Mr. Brigden.

-Commissioner. -Emperor Emhyr sends his regards.

Invitations, please.

Big turnout.

-Looks like it'll be an exciting night. -Indeed. A night to remember.

Duke.

Seven. Eight. Nine. Lovely. Keep going.

Enjoy that beak while you can, gorgeous.

My boy here? He's about to beat it off your fuckin' face.

Smells like a fuckin' loser to me.

Loser!

You're dead.

Have a great evening, sir.

Invitation and weapon.

Come on! Kill him!

Ask me that again.

Beggars aren't welcome here.

Fool!

Mr. Bonhart, what a surprise.

Please, allow me to show you around.

Halftime is almost over, folks.

Your cousin made a smart choice.

This location is excellent.

And as you can see,

we've got it all under control.

Final chance to bet. Sir, madam?

Tell you what, why don't I have one of my girls

take you to me other enterprise?

Place your bets, please!

-Soft beds. Even softer company. -Last chance to make a bet!

You mistake what kind of action I'm interested in.

Besides,

Dom's got a lot invested in this.

I would hate for him to think that I wasn't being supportive.

Yeah, course. Yeah.

Yeah.

Right this way, Mr. Bonhart.

-Last chance! -Final call for bets.

Final call, everybody. Final call.

Final call for bets.

Showtime.

And the bloodbath continues for our second half of the night.

After halftime, our clock starts.

That's when the guards will be the busiest.

First we smuggle that silver sword in, southern style.

A Gemmeran horse, like the casino.

-Exactly. -Oh. Come here.

This time, we'll be doing it from Brigden's back office.

This room is off-limits.

-It will be lightly guarded. -Hi.

-I'm sorry-- -I'm looking for Bert Brigden.

Armed guards make sure that no one can get close to the bet boxes.

Except the money girls who carry them.

They are our ticket to the vault.

We'll have less than half an hour to kill a monster and steal the money

before Asse's fight starts.

Once we're out the vault, Kayleigh and Reef will cover our escape.

And this time, no distractions.

Asse cannot get into that fight ring.

Whoo!

Come on!

Let's go.

-We're in. -We ready?

Remember, it's only vulnerable once I give it the extraction tonic.

Then I'll kill it.

Kayleigh said to give you this.

Just in case.

Stay out until I tell you.

Come on.

Come on. The clock's ticking.

Juniper?

Juniper.

Juniper…

No!

What are you doing?

-No! It's Juniper! -What?

She's alive. You can't kill her.

Mistle, you're seeing ghosts again.

It's her. There must be a way to save her.

What the fuck?

All I've done is weaken the curse.

To remove it completely, it has to be transferred to someone else.

We have no time.

We have to save her.

Please, Brehen.

She's just a cursed girl who's been used. Tell me what to do. Tell me.

Humongous is taking them out quickly tonight!

Yeah!

I'm telling you, they'll be out any minute.

-Now, who is next? -Calm down.

And now, a special word from our esteemed hosts.

Ladies and gentlemen,

we have a special surprise in store for you this evening.

An exhibition fight with a new kind of fighter

that will stop the waste of your precious combat resources

and allow the real cleansing of our great Continent to begin.

Make sure you stay till the end.

You won't regret this.

Fight! Fight! Fight!

Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

A special surprise?

-Hmm. -Hmm?

-Well, that one's always goin' off book. -Hey!

Let me find out.

-Rah! -Come on!

It's Leo Bonhart.

I told you it was a bad idea.

-What is he doing here? -Fuck you.

And everything is under control.

We're gonna stick to the plan and cut him in.

To go against his cousin, our boss?

-I'll have you remember he's a-- -Money speaks, you simpleton.

The only thing that speaks to Leo Bonhart

is torture and death.

I'm out.

Brigden!

You sick fuck. What did you do to her?

Aah!

-The bride back from the grave. -Aah!

I shouldn't be surprised to see you here today.

Juniper's big debut and all.

You didn't think I'd waste such a pretty little thing, did you?

Oh, petal wants to play.

Well, let's play then, shall we?

-Who the fuck are you? -Now!

Shockin' shocks!

Humongous bites the dust!

Where the fuck are they?

I don't know, man.

Mistle, we need to go.

Asse's running out of time.

I know. But I can't leave her.

I can't hold on.

Brehen, transfer the curse.

-We need to get to the boats. -Giz…

That's not happening.

No!

Juniper!

Mistle, it's too late. Let her go.

Oh, you've been busy, Brigden.

-Dom will be very disappointed. -No, no. It's all good.

It's, uh… I didn't wanna tell you until--

We have a newcomer tonight,

the Babyface of Thurn!

And his stats are impressive!

What do we have here?

Oh, look at that. The School of the Cat.

I don't have one of those yet.

Stay back, kids.

Evening wasn't a total waste, though.

Fighters, in position!

Oh…

Will the Babyface of Thurn be up to this ultimate duel?

Phew!

No!

No!

-Mistle! We have to kill her. -I can't.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

I'm doin' it!

-Hey, Beak! -Get off me, you little shit!

Run, Asse. Run!

No!

Hold on to it.

Look at me. If anyone comes for you, kill them.

I don't think I can do it.

Yes, you can.

And if anyone comes for your family, you will.

I love you… love you…

Mistle.

I'm here.

Remember?

We'll take care of each other.

Always.

I'll take care of you.

Let me take care of you.

It doesn't hurt anymore.

No.

You know, I don't know what's gonna be more satisfyin',

keepin' you alive knowin' that you failed her

or killin' you.

-No! -Mistle, come on.

Mistle. You did everything you could.

You got a little more in you?

Gimme some more. Let's go.

-Let's go. -Take the money to the boat.

Keep going.

Brehen, no.

What are you doing?

Fuck you. Open this gate.

Open this.

Sorry, Rat.

I gotta work.

Witcher!

It's you and me now.

Take care of each other.

You know, they can run,

but I will find them.

I always do.

It's admirable how long you lasted.

I do appreciate it.

Look at all that money.

We couldn't spend it all even if we fuckin' try.

And look at you all,

sittin' here cryin' like a bunch of fuckin' babies.

Come on.

To family.

All seven of us.

To Brehen,

the worst witcher we ever met.

To bein' alive.

'Cause if you're alive,

means you're already winnin'.

To the reignin' champion of Amarillo.

You were good in there, brother.

To Juniper.

To the possibility of a future.

We survived.

What now?

This city will be hot for a while.

Dom Houvenaghel's gonna be out for blood.

-Let's not stick around and wait. -Yeah.

I'm not scared of any of that shit, 'cause I've got you guys.

But it's time to say goodbye to the ghosts.

For good.

You know, I hear things are hoppin' in Glyswen right now.

I heard that too.

The Nissir gang's got all kinds of crazy deals that we can exploit.

Let's go.

Let's go!

Shotgun!

And that is how the Rats survived their blaze of glory

long enough to join forces with you.

But as you now know, Falka,

in the end…

…I always win.