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Previously on "The Outpost"...

I've waited a long time to find
the men who killed my family.

I'm going to Gallwood Outpost.

That's halfway
across the realm.

Cross me and I'll stick you out
at night

and let those diseased savages
have at you.

I wouldn't expect anything else.

The name's Janzo.
Best brewer in the realm.

- Keep him drinking.
- The old creepy guy

who's been
watching you all night?

I'm Captain Garret Spears.

What's wrong with those people?

Those are Plaguelings
and they spread their disease

with that needle
they tried to stick you with.

Gods, I hate these things!

Who are you?

This your sword?

Yeah, but someone took it.

Stop repeating yourself.
You said that already.

What does that say?

I can't... I can't read.

You're too stupid
to have done this.

Yes, Marshal.

This black stuff is oil...

spilled from a lamp
during a struggle.

I'll be keeping this
for a while.

Now get outta my sight.

Thank you, Marshal.

Say another word
and I'll change my mind.

You ever seen blood like this?

One thing it's not is oil.

Well?

Of course, Danno,
the obvious answer's demons.

Why didn't I think of that?

Whatever it was
got stabbed at least twice.

Pinned right against this post.

There should be another body
right here.

"Tell Dred one remains."

"Tell Dred one..."

Everit Dred.

I'd rather eat broken glass
than have him snooping around.

And now here's a Covenant agent
dead in my street.

The Watch doesn't sleep

until I know who or what
is responsible for this.

You're lucky I salvaged
the last of the latrico salve

or you'd be dead.

Lie still.

You've lost too much
of that black blood of yours.

I saved your life!

So you say.
What else have you done to me?

Why am I half naked?

How else could I tend
to your wounds?

You've seen too much.

If you mean your black blood,

that's the reason I saved you.

You can't afford to lose
any more blood.

Now lie down.

Who are you?

I've sewn you up as best I can,

but I'm a blacksmith,
not a seamstress.

You must keep still
till the bleeding stops.

It was you last night.

- Carried me away.
- It was.

Is he dead?

Magmoor?

He is.

Ox-blood tea.

To slow the bleeding.

Come on.

It's disgusting.

So why'd you save me?

Have you ever heard
of the Blackblood Prophecy?

The what?

I've spent the last half
of my life

studying that prophecy.

"When the moon is aflame,

a Blackblood will summon
the slayers of men

to conquer and purge
the oppressors of old."

Doesn't mean anything to me.

It should mean
everything to you.

It's the reason why
men like Toru Magmoor

want people like you dead.

To insure that the prophecy
is never fulfilled.

Now he's dead.

He's more dangerous
to you dead than alive.

Others will come looking
for whoever killed him.

Good. Then let them come.

I'll kill them, too.

I have something for you.

Look, I'm not interested
in your prophecies.

It belonged to your people.
Now it belongs to you.

Those words,

study them in your head only.

Not out loud.

Not yet.

How about I don't study them
at all? They're meaningless.

You heal quickly,

but your wounds are still fresh.

You must rest.

Wythers and his Watchmen will be
looking for Toru's killer.

Good-bye, old man.

And thank you.

Come back when you're ready.

Psst.

Is it true?

Magmoor is dead?

I heard it from Lilly.

- He's dead.
- My hero.

That was nice, but...
I didn't kill him.

- You didn't?
- No.

- Well, then who did.
- I'm not sure.

But I suspect it was that woman
from last night, Talon.

- Well, she did that for me?
- No, I doubt it.

She doesn't strike me
as the kind of person

who would do anything
for anyone but herself.

Well, still,
she's done me a great service.

I must be sure to thank her.

But right now I have
more pressing business.

Gwynn... Gwynn, if your father
sees, he'll kill me.

No, he won't.
He loves you like a son.

Gwynn, you know I can't.
All right?

Now just...
everything is going to change.

We... we just... we have to wait.

No.

Please.

Captain.

General Calkussar,
I was just...

Save it.
We have more important business.

Sir.

You heard about Magmoor?

I have.

I can't say I'm unhappy
about that.

He won't be able
to hurt Gwynn now.

- Were you behind this?
- No. No, sir.

I would never kill a Covenant
agent without your permission.

Well, other than you,
I can't think of anyone

who could match Toru Magmoor
in a fair fight.

I'll look into it, sir.

What's the latest
on the Greyskins?

My men counted
50 new fires last night.

Hundreds more Greys.

Well, we'll use that
to our advantage.

We'll tell the Prime Order about
the advancing Greyskin threat,

and then we'll tell them

that we need more money
to pay for new recruits.

Get the Prime Order
to pay for the army

that will one day
overthrow them.

It will happen, Garret.

We will go back to the time

before the Prime Order
took over everything.

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

We all want
the Prime Order gone.

But can we do it
with fresh recruits?

I mean, they'll have
no training, no experience.

Well, then you'll train them,
Garret.

Make them loyal to the Outpost,
loyal to me.

Captain,

there is one more thing.

Yes, sir?

In my life, Garret, I have made
some difficult choices.

Yes, sir.

So you'll believe me when I say

touch her again

and I will cut off your bells

and feed them to my dogs.

Yes, sir.

She's not meant for you, son.

It's not about what she wants,
it's not about what I want,

and it sure as hell
is not about what you want.

I need to know
that I can trust you.

My long promised shipment
of weapons from the Outpost.

Oh, the very same.

- Kell?
- I'll wait out here.

Long ride?

Aye.

Just haven't gotten much sleep.

Ah.

Have you, uh,
got something for me?

Something to kick you
up a notch?

Aye.

Here, give it here.

Open recruitment? Is that wise?

To the public we're recruiting

against the Greyskin threat
from the south.

Any news on the Plagueling
situation?

Six men infected
since your last visit.

- Six? Did you quarantine them?
- Five days.

Four turned Plagueling on the
third day, another on the fifth.

All right,
make it seven days quarantine.

We can't afford
any more outbreaks.

Yes, sir.

I want one of these nailed

to every post in the
Four Quarters by nightfall.

It's you.

I mean, you're here in my place.

Is everything all right?

Hey, that... that's a wound.
You... you...

Look, you need a medic. I'm
gonna go and send for the Watch.

No!

Just get me upstairs.
I'll be fine.

"Tell Dred one remains."

His last request,
his dying wish.

One what remains?

What is this Prime Order scumbag

so desperate to tell
his Ambassador

that he writes it
in his own blood as he dies?

Take this to the Post Master.

For Ambassador Everit Dred.

Look, look, come on.

Look, you're bleeding.
You need help.

You're not
a medic, you're a barkeep.

- I'm a brewer.
- Fine, a brewer.

And I'm an alchemist.
Look, I know my medicines,

and I'm very good
with my hands.

I already know
about your black blood.

Shut up about that
or you'll get us both killed.

Why? I'm not gonna
tell a soul, I promise.

Come on. Let me clean
your wounds up, huh?

Whoever stitched you up
was a complete hack.

Sorry.

- Ah!
- Sorry.

The stab wound, it's just...

passed right through
your vitals, by the looks of it.

You should be dead.

What was it? A sword, hmm?

Wait.

That Covenant officer who they
found dead this morning...

That was you. That's why
you're hiding from the Watch.

He was a bad man, Janzo,
he deserved it.

I hate the Prime Order
as much as anyone else,

but from what I've seen,
killing leads to more killing.

That'd be a good wager.

Guess we'd better get you better

so we can get you out of here.

Couldn't agree more.

Done.
Shouldn't even need a bandage.

Just make sure
you get plenty of rest.

Janzo? Janzo!

I'd better go.

Hey.

You are pretty good
with your hands, brewer.

Promise me you'll rest.

Help me off with this, boy.

Come on, pull. Harder.

Dog's
bollocks. I'm too old for this.

Get out, boy,
I've got business to attend to.

A thousand blessings on you
this evening, Mistress.

Yes, indeed.

More than a thousand,
by the looks of things.

A full hundred score
of raw colipsum.

Mm-hmm.

Well, aren't you
just a gift from the gods?

A fortune... in gold.

For a spongy, flea-bitten lout.

What a waste.

You know,
the cost of colipsum...

seems always to rise.

Supply and demand, Mistress.

Oh, supply
and demand. Yes, of course.

It's a pity the Outpost

is so far away from the capital.

It's so hard to get news.

Every now and then, though,
you hear this and that.

You know, rumors.
Red silk's all the rage,

and the Chief Judge
likes little boys.

You know there's even a rumor

that the cost of colipsum
is starting to fall.

Other suppliers are
selling fast and loose.

Meanwhile my supplier
is increasing his prices.

In case you've forgotten,

I'm the only one with a supply

around this far edge
of the realm.

I'm your only
source of colipsum.

Buyers like you,
on the other hand,

are multiplying like rats.

Many men would kill
to be in your shoes.

Haven't tried my shoes.

Cross me and you're cut off.

Back to running tables
and selling booze.

My dear Worm,

I wouldn't dream
of crossing you.

This is just business,
of course.

Mum?

Follow him, day and night,
wherever he goes.

I want to know
all his contacts.

- Aye. Both of us?
- No, of course not both of you.

You couldn't follow
your own shadow.

And I never will.

No! Go away!

Mmm.

My compliments, Elinor.

Delicious as ever.

Oh, nothing but the best
for my Gate Marshal.

Let me ask you something, El,

you ever see any kind of
creature with black blood?

Don't know.

Greyskins, maybe.

Greyskins blood's red,
same as ours.

Oh, shut up.
No one's listening to you.

You sure about that?

About what?
About Greyskins? Yeah.

What are you covering up, boy?

Nothing.

- What are you hiding up there?
- Nothing.

You're gonna tell me
what did this.

Something so big
it'd tear down this ceiling.

Do you know what, Marshal?

I can honestly say that
I have absolutely no idea.

- They're looking for you.
- I know.

What is this?

Did you study it
as I suggested?

You read the words out loud?

It's all a bit hazy,
but what if I did?

- What happened?
- This...

This thing just
appeared out of nowhere.

- A Lu-Qiri.
- A what?

The thing that you summoned
is called a Lu-Qiri.

Common folk call them demons.

A demon? And you don't think
you should have mentioned this?

I told you not to read it
out loud.

You could have mentioned why.

How is any of this
even possible?

Blackbloods are a bridge
between their world and ours.

Do you even hear
what you're saying?

Did you banish it back
through the portal?

And how exactly
would I do that?

Do you mean it's out there now
in our world

and you don't know where?

You have to learn to control it
soon or it will kill.

This is your fault.
You're the one

who gave me these stupid words
in the first place.

- You banish it.
- If I could, I would.

But you're the only one
who can do that, Talon.

I don't believe you.

You can't escape who you are,
Talon. Let me help you.

Why? What's in it for you?

A long time ago,

I witnessed something that I
can only describe as a miracle.

It changed everything for me.

What kind of miracle?

When you're ready,
I'll tell you.

But for now,
all you need to know

is from that moment forward,

I dedicated my life
to studying the prophecy.

Learning from the Loremasters.

And then waited.

For what?

For you.

There's a man in town
called The Wolf.

I'm going to find him
and kill him.

And then I'm gone.

I should have trusted my gut
about you.

I knew something wasn't right

the day Garret dragged you in
like a stray dog.

- I don't want to hurt anyone.
- Then don't.

Just surrender.

I can't do that.

As I said, I don't want to hurt
anyone. Drop your weapons.

I would leave them there
if I were you.

Thank you for proving
you're good enough

to have so capably murdered
Toru Magmoor.

It's the one thing I had
a hard time believing.

Oh, really?

You imagine you're good enough
to take on nine of us?

Maybe.

You said you didn't want
to hurt anyone.

You've already badly injured
one of my men.

Let's avoid any more
bumps and bruises, eh?

Cuff her up tight.

She's a wily one.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold.

Sir?

Sir.

I thought you should know.

The Gate Marshal arrested
that woman you brought in.

Kell, are you all right?

Yeah. I'm just a little tired.

I'll be fine. Go on.

Tell me straight, Danno,

you ever seen blood
like this before?

She look like a demon?

All that matters...

is that it's all the proof
I need.

We execute her at first light.

Deliver her body to the
Prime Order when they show up.

- Where is she?
- Where she belongs.

She's a murderer.

Look, if this is your way
of getting at me

for returning to the Outpost,
don't.

It's got nothing
to do with you.

Although it was you
that brought her

behind these walls
in the first place, wasn't it?

Why'd you care so much?

You got a little thing
for the tart?

No.

I just don't want
another innocent person to die

because you're wrong... again.

I'm not wrong this time.

The evidence is undeniable.
She killed Toru Magmoor.

Magmoor was a real bastard.

I can only imagine what he did

to deserve whatever it was.

He was a Covenant officer.

Doesn't matter what else he was.

Could I have a moment with her?

Alone.

I don't think so.

I can pull rank if you want.

Come on, Danno.
You got till his pipe runs out.

Hey.

How are you holding up?

You're quite the survivor,
aren't you?

Don't think I'll survive
that thing.

Just tell me why...
why did you do it?

What difference
does it make?

I need to know
whether I was right

or wrong about you when I
brought you inside these walls.

Did you do it for Gwynn?

Hey, I need to know
the truth, all right?

You owe me that much.

I'll pay for my revenge.
It's all I owe anyone.

Revenge for what? Huh?
Help me to understand.

Why should I tell you?

Because when you're dead,

at least there will be somebody
to remember what you died for.

He killed my family.

His men slaughtered
the whole village.

Everyone I knew.

Everyone I loved.

Why? Why would they do that?

Wouldn't tell me why.
Only that they were well paid.

Doesn't matter now anyway.

Killing an agent of the Covenant
for whatever reason is death.

Doesn't make it right.

You're Prime Order yourself.

You're part of their regime.

Things aren't always
as they appear.

Which is why
we may still have a chance.

What are you talking about?

When is Wythers
going to do this?

First light.

Good.

Then we still have time.

Garret.

I'm sorry I let you down.

Me, too.

Say good-bye
to your lady friend.

- I barely know her.
- Knew her.

You barely knew her.

Yeah. We'll see.

We're doing this now.

You said I had till
first light. I still have time.

Tell it to the gods
when you meet them.

I told you - any infraction.

I'm a man of my word.

Time to keep my promise.

Actually, you said you'd throw
me to the Plaguelings.

I'll take my chances that way
if you don't mind.

I do, actually.

The punishment for murder
is beheading.

Easy. You won't get very far.

Stick her on the block.

Get her in.

Where's your father?

You look like
you swallowed poison.

- That woman from last night...
- Talon?

Yes. Wythers is going
to cut off her head.

- No, he's not.
- Gwynn, don't get involved.

Only your father can intercede.

- I owe her my life.
- Gwynn.

This is wrong!
He deserved what he got.

Perhaps.

And you deserve
what you're about to get.

I, Gate Marshal Cedric Wythers,

acting magistrate
of Gallwood Outpost,

hereby make judgment
on your mortal person.

As circumstances were found
to make lawful judgment...

I was right to kill him.

...you're here and now condemned
for the murder of Toru Magmoor,

Captain and venerable agent
of the Covenant guard

in this 14th year of the
Dominion of the Prime Order.

They murdered my family!

For which crime you will be
sentenced to death

in a manner, place, and time

chosen by this rightful judge
and magistrate, which is me.

And now at the hour
of your imminent death,

you may utter your final words

to be spoken with
your last and dying breath.

I killed in self defense,
but knowing his crimes,

I would have murdered the man
ten times over.

I regret nothing.

Hmm. Good words.

Just out of curiosity,

"Tell Dred one remains,"

what's that mean to you?

If you kill me,
you'll never know.

Worth a try.

You're a murderer
just like him.

The law is the law.

Even vengeance has a price.

As your rightful judge
and executioner,

the burden rests with me

and no one else,
with only the gods to intervene,

I hereby must take
your mortal life.

Stop! She is innocent.

I declare it
with oath and bond.

- Have you got proof of this?
- I witnessed everything.

She just admitted
to the killing.

In self defense.
He attacked her.

Why didn't you come here sooner?

I'd hoped
she wouldn't be discovered.

By my noble station,
I set myself as her bond.

The burden is mine now, by law.

Don't tell me the law.

It's too late
for new evidence.

The death sentence
is irrevocable.

Do it!

Get out of the way!

The lady gave her oath
and bond.

I don't care what she says,
she wasn't there.

There were no witnesses.

Will you dare accuse me
of lying?

Where did he stab her then?
How many times?

Where'd she stab him?
Come on, tell us what happened.

- It was dark.
- You're bearing false witness

to a confessed murderer.

I don't know why yet,

but when the Prime Order
come to investigate,

I'll get my answer.

Truth has a way
of coming out

when you're being
skinned alive.

Tread lightly, Wythers.

That's my daughter
you're talking about.

Then be a father.
Tell her to quit this charade.

Withdraw her testimony

so I can finish executing
a murderer.

It's the best thing
for all of us.

Did you ever meet Toru Magmoor?

He was the filthiest
part of a pig.

He wanted to overtake
the Outpost.

How would you like that?

The Prime Order
running your town.

Now he's dead.
And good riddance.

That's what's best
for all of us.

Perhaps.
But the Prime Order will demand

a life to pay for the death
of their officer.

And we have a murderer
in custody.

A girl that means
nothing to anyone.

Cut her head off
and this whole thing disappears.

Couldn't be more perfect.

- He makes a good point, Gwynn.
- I won't allow it.

Won't allow it?

Gwynn, please.

He attacked her.
He nearly killed her.

He was a Covenant officer.

The Prime Order will
descend on this Outpost

like flies to a dung pile.
And for what?

Some girlish whim?

- Father, I pledged my bond.
- You better unpledge it then!

Damn it, Wythers,
just get out.

I take that to mean
finish the execution?

Yes.

Commander Calkussar,
I will not allow it.

Set her free.

Set her free.

What?

You let a child
tell you what to do?

Just do as I say.

Show yourself.

Kell? Kell, is that you?

- Get away.
- No.

Come on, take my hand.
Come on.

Kell...

Can't breathe.

It's me.

Someone once told me you have to

get them in the mouth
to kill them.