All language subtitles for Legend.of.the.Seeker.S02E16.Desecrated

Richard Cypher,
you are the true Seeker.

It's a good thing Mord'Sith
are used to torture...

because that's exactly what
eating this stew will be.

Well, maybe Zedd and Kahlan'll
find some mushrooms.

It's gonna take more
than mushrooms to save this.

We went to town
for provisions, gars attacked.

Where's Zedd?
Trying to fight them off.

Zedd followed them
in here.

Happy birthday!

We couldn't celebrate with
that awful meal, now could we?

Were you in on this too?

I suggested we celebrate
your birthday the Mord'Sith way.

I didn't think Mord'Sith
celebrated birthdays.

We don't.

Richard, I'd like you to meet
our generous host,

-Duke Anders-

Thank you. I hope you didn't go
to too much trouble.

Not at all. It's the least
we could do

for the Seeker on his birthday.

In years past,
this was a day of remembrance

for those slain in the massacre
at Brennidon.

But when we learned you would be
passing so close to Dunshire,

we decided this day shouldn't be
a time of mourning anymore.

From now on, it will be a day
to honor the Seeker

and all he's done
for the Midlands.

Yeah.

May I introduce my son, Erik.

Would you honor us by leading
the first dance, Seeker?

He'd love to.

Care to join them?

I'd rather fight gars.

Cormac is quite good.

He's a favorite
among the locals.

It's my great pleasure to
perform for our guest of honor,

Richard Cypher.

And may I say what a pleasure
it is to perform

for the Wizard of the First
Order, Zeddicus Z'ul Zorander.

Compared to your magic, all I
have to offer are mere tricks.

But I hope you'll enjoy them
all the same.

Appreataro!

I'll need a volunteer.

You, my dear.

I don't think so.

Cara, it's a party.

You're supposed to have fun.

I can only hope the Mord'Sith

will not turn my magic
against me.

Just get this over with.

I'll need
another volunteer.

Perhaps the Mother Confessor.

All right.

Now, if you ladies
could step into these boxes...

Appreataro!

Seeker, would you like to see
your friends again?

I'm kind of enjoying
the peace and quiet.

But if you must...
Very well.

But in order to bring them back,
I'll need assistance

from certain members
of the audience.

Will the following gentlemen
please stand?

Gareth J'Tan,

Grayson Logren,

Henrik Katara,

Malcolm Copatar,

and Erik Anders.

If you ever wish to see
the Mother Confessor

and Mord'Sith again, Seeker,

you will kill
these five cowards.

What did you say?

They will not cheat death again.

Bring Kahlan and Cara back now.

If you kill me,
you'll never find them.

And if these five men
aren't dead within a day,

your friends will be.

Oh, and Seeker.

In case you think
I've forgotten your birthday,

I have a gift for you.

Appreataro!

Wherever we are, we aren't
getting out this way.

Kahlan.

What does it say?

"You have one day
until the sands run out.

And when they do,
so does your air. "

You were right.
This party is lots of fun.

What is it?

It's a journey book.

"For writing
to your loved ones. "

I don't undersnd.

He wants us to write
to Kahlan and Cara.

So we have proof
they're still alive.

He knows Richard
won't do what he wants

if they're already dead.

It might be a trick.

There's one way
to find out

There's a message.
It's from Richard.

He wants to know
if we're all right.

Then we'd better write him back.

Your conjurer knows more
than just parlor tricks.

Wandering Dust.

Not something
easy to come by.

It allows the user to magically
transport things

from one place to another.

But no more than a-
A league.

My men are searching
the area.

Why does Cormac
want these five men dead?

He lost five sons in the war
against the D'Harans.

We all mourned his loss.

He was grief-stricken,

but I had no idea he was capable
of something like this.

But what does he have against
the men on the list?

None of us fought in the war.

But they weren't the only ones
who didn't fight.

We have a lottery.

Every eligible man in Dunshire
has a tile with his name on it.

Each year,
in the town square,

the men put their tiles into
a cauldron, and, blindfolded,

I choose the tiles of those
who will serve in our army.

Everyone has the same chance
to be called for service.

I wanted to fight,
but my name was never chosen.

We couldn't allow
all of our sons to fight.

They might all be killed,
much like in Brennidon.

Some men had to survive

to ensure the province
would survive.

Ours is a fair system.

Cormac doesn't seem to agree.

And he made sure everyone
in Dunshire knows it.

He's quite the showman.

You can't give in
to this madman, Seeker.

You can't kill us.
I'm not killing anyone.

Richard.

There's a message.

"We're trapped in a tomb with
only a day's worth of air.

"Get us out of here so I can
strangle that old magician

with his own entrails. "

That's definitely Cara.

Are there any tombs
within a league of here?

At the necropolis.

Where does Cormac live?

In a cottage
at the edge of the woods.

Go to his house.
Take some men.

See if there's anything that can
help us find Kahlan and Cara.

We're going to the necropolis.

Spread out,
search as many tombs as you can.

There must be
thousands of them.

The necropolis has been here
for centuries.

Hundreds more tombs
were added

over the course of the long
D'Haran war.

We'll do what we can, Seeker.

But I'm not sure we can find
one tomb among so many

before the sands run out.

There's another message
from Richard.

He wants us to look for anything
that'll help him

identify this particular tomb.

An engraving, an inscription...

I'll take this side.

Any luck?

Lt. Rankin's men
are searching the tombs.

But it's gonna take more time
than we have.

I was hoping
you'd found something.

Only the pieces
of a shattered life.

The table is still set
for five sons...

who will never return.

This man lost everything.

Except his grief.

Medals of valor.

The highest honor we have.

Awarded to those
who died saving others.

These are
their lottery tiles.

What is it?

Could I see your tile?

They're the same weight.

Why shouldn't they be?

I held Erik's tile
in my hand.

His was heavier.

There's only one reason
to make some tiles

weigh more than the others...

To know which ones not to pick.

The lottery was rigged.

That's how the same five men
were never chosen.

Fortune didn't smile upon them.

The Duke did.

I served Duke Anders faithfully
all these years,

and risked death every day

in the war against Darken Rahl.

I saw men spill rivers of blood

to keep these lands safe.

All while those privileged brats

let others fight and die
in their place?

If killing a few cowards
will save the life

of the Mother Confessor,

you should run them through.

I understand your anger,
but I'm not giving in to Cormac.

If we run out of time,
you may not have a choice.

Have you found anything?

Nothing.

No marks.

No engravings.

Not even any bones.
It's-

It's all just rock.

We'd better tell Richard
we couldn't find anything.

"We can't find anything
in the tomb. "

But of course you can't.

But there's no need
for the Seeker to know that.

Kahlan and Cara
have found something.

It's an engraving.

That looks like a family crest.

But they haven't used those
since the Third Era.

They must be in one
of the older tombs.

There's a registry of those
tombs in the archives.

If we can find this symbol,
we can find Kahlan and Cara.

This is it.

This crypt is spelled.

Can you open it?

I can try, but it won't be easy.

Careful, Richard.
It could be a trap.

Kahlan!

Cara!

It's just a dead body.

Could there be another crypt
with these markings?

There was only one listed
in the registry.

Could one have been overlooked?
It's possible.

These tombs have been here
thousands of years.

Maybe the markings washed away.

Have your men focus their search
on tombs in this area.

Richard, wait!

It's too dark to track it.

I just wish I knew
what "it" was.

I think I do.

This has remnants
of dark sorcery.

The creature is called a Nygaax.

A Nygaax?

According to legend,
in ancient times,

those desperate for revenge
would pay a sorcerer

to wrap a living person
in bandages

infected with long-forgotten
magic, creating a creature

that would carry out
its master's bloodlust.

The Nygaax
is vengeance incarnate.

I've heard stories
of a Nygaax

that terrorized this area.

I thought they were just told
to scare children.

What stories?

Long ago, a feud broke out

between Dunshire's
two most prominent families.

The head of one family employed
a sorcerer to create a Nygaax

that massacred the other family.

The Nygaax claimed its victims
one by one,

and laid them
at its master's feet.

The way the story goes,

the carnage stopped
only when a wizard

sealed the creature in a crypt.

Cormac knew you were
too honorable to kill those men,

so he tricked us
into releasing it.

How do we stop it?

It can't be stopped. Only
controlled by a magical amulet,

which Cormac must have.

And he'll order it to go after
those men on the list.

We have to get to those men
before the Nygaax does.

I have a task for you.

This is pointless.

We've been at it
for hours.

We can't just sit here
and do nothing.

We'll have run out of air

long before we dig our way
out of here.

It's not helping that these
torches are burning air

faster than we are.

Then we'll have to find a way
to snuff them out.

I can almost reach it.

Stand on your toes.

I am.

The torches are using less air
than we are

trying to knock them out.

Why would Cormac
have done this?

He was always
such a kind soul.

He must've found out
you rigged the lottery.

That's preposterous!

They're made
of lighter metal

than the tiles of the men
on the list.

Which is why they were never
chosen to fight.

Their tiles were heavier,

so you knew which ones
not to draw from the cauldron.

You could feel the difference.

How could you do this?

I loved you too much
to risk losing you.

Did Cormac love his sons
any less?

Erik, you're a virtuous man.

Educated.

One day you will be
a great leader.

Dunshire needs you alive

more than it needs
the son of a conjurer.

I knew Cormac's sons.

They were good men.

And they certainly didn't
deserve to die in my place.

And now your actions may cost
Kahlan and Cara their lives.

How can you judge me,
Wizard?

When you learned of the
impending massacre at Brennidon,

did you save every child
that was in danger?

Of course not.

You saved
the most important one. Him.

It may be distasteful to say,
but it is the truth.

Your life is worth more
than others.

Is it worth more than that
of the Mother Confessor?

Because that's who the Seeker
should be trying to save.

Not us.

We can do both
if we find Cormac.

We'll wait outside
and guard the entrance.

When the Nygaax comes for you
and the others,

we'll be waiting.

There may be a way we can make
it lead us back to Cormac.

Then we can force him to tell us
where Kahlan and Cara are.

But we'll have to do it quickly.

In the meantime,
bar all the doors.

Keep all the men
on the list safe.

That won't be possible.

Henrik didn't trust you, Seeker.

He was afraid you'd kill us

if you were desperate
to save your friends.

So he took a horse and fled.

He could be headed right
into the path of the Nygaax.

No! Please!

Help me.

Thank you for...

saving me
from the creature.

He's dead.

What did he mean, "thank you for
saving me from the creature"?

I'm not sure.

Zedd!

Zedd!

Zedd.

Zedd!

Zedd! You can fight this.

Zedd!

Are you all right?
I'm fine.

This man survived for centuries?

How is that possible?

The Nygaax's magic
is in the bandages.

They must've kept
this man alive.

Then there's a chance
to save the Wizard.

Yes.

But the bandages only unwrapped

once the man trapped inside
was dying.

We need to find a way to free
Zedd without killing him.

Warn the Duke.

Tell him what happened here.

And if they try to kill the
Nygaax, they'll only kill Zedd.

And Kahlan and Cara?

They don't have much time.

Which is why
we need to find Cormac.

He's the only one who knows
where they are.

We'll follow the creature's
tracks back to him.

How can you be sure it's headed
back to Cormac?

It took Henrik's body.
According to your story,

it lays its victims
at its master's feet.

The Wizard shouldn't have tried
to stop you.

But you've done well.

Now continue your task, and
bring me the other four cowards.

The air's getting thinner.

There's one way to double
how long it lasts.

Kill me.

Has the lack of air
driven you mad?

It could give Richard the time
he needs to find us.

And when he does, you can give
me the Breath of Life.

As tempting as the offer
to kill you may be...

Richard would never forgive me
if I let you die.

But I'd only be dead
for a short time.

And then you could
bring me back.

It's too big a risk.

We don't know how long

it's gonna take Richard
to find us.

But there is another way.

I'll die instead.

I can't bring you back.

But you can live.

Cara, no.

If you die
your death would be final.

Better one of us
than both of us.

I'm sorry
I've disappointed you.

But I did what I thought
was best for Dunshire.

And how much did your
rich friends pay you

to keep their sons
out of the army?

So you did do it for money.

What, you think it was for me?

All these years of war against
D'Hara emptied our coffers.

That money was used to equip our
soldiers with weapons and armor.

We didn't stand a chance against
the D'Harans without it.

My parents' gold
bought a lot of steel.

You knew?

Don't be so naive, Erik.

You thought it was
just a coincidence

year after year we were spared?

I thought we were lucky.

We were.
To be born of privilege.

What's done is done.

Just be thankful you're alive-

Please...

Help.

Gareth!

No! No.

No, it's too late.

Don't move.

Where are Kahlan and Cara?

I'll tell you that...

once these graves
are filled.

You got what you wanted.
The Nygaax is free.

Now let Kahlan and Cara go.

I'm sorry, Seeker,
your friends are too powerful.

If I release them, they'll only
help you protect those cowards.

More bloodshed
won't bring your sons back.

They were good boys.

So brave.

They knew Dunshire
didn't stand a chance

against the D'Haran army.

When their tiles were drawn,
I begged them to run away.

But they refused.

They said it was their duty
to keep Dunshire free.

I saw their medals.

They were heroes.

They died
protecting others.

But by threatening the lives
of my friends,

you're dishonoring
what your sons fought for.

If you protect those cowards,
you're doing the same.

Don't worry, Seeker.

The blood won't be
on your hands.

And the Nygaax won't be taking
anymore lives, either.

You can't stop it.

I can with this.

I'm afraid not.

Only I know the incantations
which control the Nygaax.

And you're going to tell them
to me.

No.

I'm going to join my sons.

What is it?

This must be the Wandering Dust
Cormac used

to abduct Kahlan and Cara.

What if we used it?

Could it take us to them?

If Zedd were here,
he'd know how to use it.

But without the right spell,

who knows where
it would send us.

This is how Cormac
tricked us into thinking

we were writing
to Kahlan and Cara.

He got messages from them
in one book,

and then wrote to us
using the other.

Do you recognize this?

It's a map of the necropolis.

This area is marked.

That must be the tomb
where Kahlan and Cara are.

You were right.

About what?

You once told me
that it's a hard world,

and that we don't get many
chances to tell people

how much they mean to us.

There's no one a Mord'Sith
should hate more

than a Confessor.

I was trained to hate you.

But I don't.

And I don't want to die
without you knowing...

that I consider you
to be my friend.

I think of you
as a friend too.

We're going to get out of here.

We both know Richard.

He's coming for us.

He just needs
a little more time.

I know.

And I'm going to make sure
he gets it.

Cara, no!

Get out of my way.

No.

Stop pretending my life
means as much as yours.

Line the hall
and connect each fuse

so that they run
into the courtyard.

And hurry!
We don't have much time!

What are you doing?

Dragon's Breath?

We know the Nygaax
will be coming back

for the rest of the men
on the list.

But to get inside, the creature
must come through here.

And when it does,
those doors will be barricaded

and sealed with mortar.

The Nygaax will be trapped
in here,

and then we'll blow it
into the underworld.

But you'll kill the Wizard
along with it.

Yes, but you'll be safe.

These men are going to take you
far from this place.

But you must leave now.

I won't go along with this.

I'm not giving you a choice.

Come.
You'll be safe inside.

There's... no air...

left.

Kahlan!

Cara!

Are you all right?

We are now.

I knew you'd find us
in time.

I'm fine.

Where's Zedd?

Go, go.

Quick, the fuse. Light it. Now.

If we have such a long journey
ahead of us,

can I at least have
a drink of water?

Get away from the door!

The Seeker.

Seeker, you have to get away
from here.

We've trapped the Nygaax.

We're going to destroy it
with Dragon's Breath.

You'll kill Zedd!

Stop him!

Put your weapons down.

You heard the Mother Confessor.
Do it.

If the person inside
the bandages is dying,

they'll unwrap themselves.

If you use your Agiels
to bring Zedd

to the breath of death,
he'll be freed.

The bandages can't attack
a Mord'Sith.

You repel their magic.

And once Zedd's free,
maybe he can burn them.

Cara, now!

Make sure you don't kill him!

No! We must kill it.

No!

Father!

Zedd,
are you all right?

Erik, get out of here!

It wants me.

It'll follow me
back to the crypt.

Seal us inside and end this!

Erik, no!

Zedd! Seal us in now!

No! Get out of here,
Richard!

Now we'll both die.

Appreataro!

The crypt is sealed.

The Nygaax can never
be freed again.

I'm sorry about your father,
Erik.

You should have let it
kill me.

And what would that have
accomplished?

My debt would be paid to those
who died in my place.

But your people would be left
without a leader.

How can I lead?

The people won't follow
a coward.

No. They won't.

But they will follow a man who
is willing to sacrifice himself

to save others.

You were wrong before.

Back in the tomb.

Your life is just
as important as mine is.

If it weren't for you,

we wouldn't have been able
to free Zedd from the Nygaax.

About what I said
back in the tomb...

It- It really meant
a lot to me.

Forget I said it.

I was delirious
from the lack of air.

Is she all right?

She's... Cara.

I'm sorry you didn't get
a night of fun.

Not even on your birthday.

Well, you sure know how
to throw a party.

Can't wait to see what you do
next year.