All language subtitles for The.Outpost.S04E01.Someone.Has.to.Rule.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DD+5.1.H.264-LycanHD_track3_und

Zed: Previously
on "The Outpost"...

I am Yavalla,
prophetess of the Blackbloods.

- What does your kinj do?
- We must show them
the power of the United.

- She can control it.
- There'’s a black kinj.

Maybe the only weapon
that will kill Yavalla.

- And where is it?
- My father.

- The terakinj.
- Kill Yavalla in
a suicide attack.

- That'’s your plan?
- Something like that.

Gwynn, you'’ll die!

- They see you
as their new leader.
- They released the gods.

[ music playing ]

You all knew her
as Queen Rosmund,

but I never called her that.

To me, she never stopped
being Gwynn...

...who risked her life
for an outcast

that had nothing
to offer her.

She was the best Octor player
I ever sat across from.

And she was my best friend.

And we should all be...

and we sh--

Rosmund was not just
our queen.

She sacrificed everything
to save the Realm from tyranny.

She died for the Realm.

Without Rosmund,
who will stand up
for those who suffer?

For those who are oppressed?

Who will treat every subject
of the Realm with dignity

and fairness?

Who will unite
humans and Blackbloods
under one banner...

...and usher in a new era
of peace and prosperity?

- I'’m not a queen.
- Talon.

[ theme music playing ]

Talon?

- I can'’t lead
these people, Garret.
- They'’ve chosen you, Talon.

They need someone to follow.
They'’ve lost their queen.

Don'’t.

I loved her too, you know.

Which is why we both need to do
what she would want us to do.

Well,
that'’s exactly the problem.

I have no idea what
she would want us to do.

I don'’t have her education,
her compassion.

I don'’t know about matters
of money, of law and order.

You would learn.
You would learn.

And you'’ll have advisors.
I'’ll help whenever possible.

But the people need
a leader, Talon.

And like it or not,
they want that person to be you.

Then they want
the wrong person.

Tobin, you'’re so cold.

[ footsteps approaching ]

Falista of Relman.

- Who are you?
- Someone who can help you.

I'’m the one who resurrected
your husband from death

the first time.

Leave us.

And you can bring him back
to life like you did before?

I can,
but everything has a price.

I have money.

Riches.

I'’ll give you everything.

It will require
the lives of 20 men.

20 men?

Lord Tobin has been dead
for some time.

It requires
a greater sacrifice.

Surely you have
20 men who would lay down
their lives for him.

But he'’s--
there must be another way.

Everything has a cost,
my dear.

Tobin would never agree
to such a thing.

Perhaps.

But he is in no position
to decide.

It must be your decision.

I can'’t.

- I can'’t do it.
- You don'’t have what it
takes to be one of us.

One of you?

You have the red kinj,

but clearly you don'’t comprehend
what that means yet.

Where'’s Talon?

She shouldn'’t
be alone right now.

Try telling her that.

Can'’t force Talon
to lead the people, Garret.

Not if she doesn'’t want to.

You know, you people aren'’t
the only ones who have
lost someone dear to them.

Falista, of course.
We know that.

Tobin was important
to all of us.

Which is why I'’m confused

that you still haven'’t arranged
his rites to be performed.

We'’ll have his funeral
as soon as possible.

Aegisford customs
weren'’t appropriate to do

at the same time
as Gwynn'’s memorial.

And as for Talon,

she was right to refuse
the crown.

Well, someone has to rule

or the Realm
will collapse into chaos

with humans and Blackbloods
fighting each other for power.

Not to mention
all the factions in each.

Perhaps, but to wear the crown
requires a royal bloodline.

And the last
living royal is gone.

Actually, that'’s not true.

I am a royal.

Maybe not so directly
as Rosmund,

but I most certainly have
royal blood in my veins.

And now with Rosmund
lost to us all,

may the gods be with her,

I'’m the rightful heir
to the throne.

I'’ll have to cross-reference
this with my copy of
the archival almanac records.

You know, I don'’t really
want this horrible job
without Tobin by my side.

But do verify
my claims, brewer.

Like you said,
someone has to do it

and I'’m not one to shirk
when duty calls.

Oh, and send
my regards to Talon.

Do let her know how much
I respect her integrity.

I have to get started on this.

[ knocking ]

Why bother knocking if you'’re
just going to barge in anyway?

- You all right?
- I'’m fine.

What'’s so urgent?

Falista claims
she has royal blood.

- Does she?
- Janzo'’s looking into it.

But if it'’s true,
she'’s the rightful heir
according to law.

Then you'’ll have
a new queen to serve.

Well, personally I think
she'’d be a terrible queen,

and she'’s not even sure
if she wants the job.

But if she has royal blood,
the crown is hers to choose.

Unless perhaps you wish
to claim it first.

- Get the people behind you--
- No, Garret.

Falista will be a better queen
than I ever could.

- No, I don'’t agree.
- Well, I won'’t do it.

So the best thing you can do
is help Falista make it work.

[ music playing ]

I see you, Tera.

I hear you, Vorta.

Are we the only ones returned?

For now.

But do not fear, my friend.

We will find the others

and we will all rise again.

Nobody here except me.

That'’s good
'’cause we need to talk.

Oh, saying "we need to talk,"
is literally the worst way
to start a conversation, Zed.

And what if I started it by
saying now that Yavalla'’s dead,

you'’re the new High Priestess?

Wow, that is so much worse.

No, I'’m not.

Blackbloods need a wise leader.

Someone they can trust.

Someone to guide them.

Fine. You do it.

I'’m just a warrior.

I can'’t offer spiritual guidance
or interpret dreams

or do any of the things
your mother used to do.

We need a new High Priestess.

I don'’t know anything
about any of that.

Right? The rituals of law,
the religion of it all.

I'’m a woman of science, Zed.
I'’m not a mystic.

You'’re the daughter
of the last High Priestess.

It'’s in your blood.
They'’re already talking
about you.

They'’re just waiting for you
to declare yourself.

Well, they'’ll be
waiting a long time

- '’cause it's not going
to happen.
- I'’m sorry, Wren,

but like it or not,
it is going to happen.

You don'’t have a choice.
It'’s in your blood.

I found some old records.

- What did I miss?
- Chemek didn'’t realize
he had quads,

so he thought he was bluffing,
which is obvious,

so I lost the hand
because Chemek is an idiot.

Or maybe you'’re just losing
your touch.

Bet against me and find out.

- One.
- Two.

How about we make this
a little bit more interesting?

Last time you wanted
to make it interesting,

you ended up licking
Munt'’s boot.

That'’s right, you did.

It was-- yeah, you did.

So tell me, Zed,
how interesting do you want
to make it?

Well, if I win,
then you have to bring back

all the remaining Blackbloods
through the portal.

No, Talon, don'’t--

If you win,
you can ask anything of me

that'’s within my power
to give.

Now or in the future.

Seems like something
you'’re going to regret.

Talon, don'’t.

Double Octor.

Sorry, Talon, but it'’s time
to bring the Blackbloods
back through.

Triple Octor.
Looks like I'’ll bring them
through when I'’m good and ready.

Can'’t blame me for trying.

Now the only question is

what do I want from you?

I think I'’ll ponder it
for a while.

think of something juicy.

Bringing the Blackbloods
through,

that is not something
to be trifled with.

I beat him, didn'’t I?

Humans and their silly
royal bloodlines.

If I'’m not mistaken,
you Blackbloods have similar
bloodline ascensions

to positions of power
as we do.

Yes, exactly, we do.

Stupidity just goes
double for us.

I mean,
what'’s so special about whose
blood runs in your veins?

Really, do what if you'’re
related to a leader
from the past?

How does that make her
any more fit to be a leader?

We are talking
about Falista, right?

- Of course.
- Right.

Well, having a clear system
of succession provides
stability.

Everybody knows
who'’s next in line.

Every parent can pass things
down on to their children.

- Munt and I inherited
the Nightshade.
- Oh, yeah, sure.

Your mother left you
things that she owned,
things she built.

But, Janzo, come on,
no one should ever inherit
people or civilization.

Well, that
I do not disagree with,

which is why it'’s so important
that we figure this out.

If we can prove that
Falista'’s claim is false,

that there'’s
no living bloodline,

maybe we can create
a new system of government.

One that actually makes sense.

Yes, then we could break
the tradition entirely.

Then they'’d have to
figure out another way
to decide who'’ll be leader.

Again, we'’re talking
about Falista, right?

Yes, Falista.

Wren? Wren, look.

Isn'’t Falista's father'’s
uncle'’s cousin-- wait.

Falista'’s father's
uncle'’s cousin.

Isn'’t that the same
as saying Falista'’s
grandfather'’s cousin?

Well, that depends.
Is the uncle her father'’s
father'’s brother

- or her father'’s
mother'’s brother?
- Hmm.

Who would have thought that
genealogy would just be
as mind-boggling as science?

Sometimes moreso.

- Wren?
- Huh?

Your ears? Pointed tips?

Oh, yes.
I have pointed ears.

I'’m glad you finally noticed.

I'’m sorry to break it
to you, Janzo, but I'’m
not actually a human.

The pointed tips, they'’re white,
not dark like they usually are.

- What?
- Something wrong?

Uh, no, nothing'’s wrong.
Um, maybe check Falista'’s
grand cousin,

whatever it was.
I'’ll just be a moment.

Gods.

Oh, it seemed it must have been
her father'’s father's brother

because, well,
her father'’s mother
was an only child.

Wren, my darling,
are you quite sure
you'’re all right?

Uh, everything'’s normal.

Sorry. Uh, yes, then Falista'’s
father'’s uncle's cousin

is simply her
grandfather'’s cousin.

Right. I suppose that
explains it perfectly.

It does? Yes.
Yes, it does, doesn'’t it?

- I'’m still worried
about your ears.
- It'’s fine, Janzo.

It'’s healthy. It's normal.
Just drop it.

I'’m going out to get
some fresh air.

- What are you doing?
- Priestess.

What?
I'’m not anyone's priestess.

[ music playing ]

Who are you?

[ both grunting ]

- Stop for a second.
- I'’ll stop when you're dead.

Who trained you in Grinjorian?

I'’m trained in many more
than that, murderer!

Where the hell is Xaba?

You'’re not such
a great warrior as they say.

You got me on a bad day.

Come back tomorrow
when I'’m not full of ale.

I hear you, betrayer.

Finally, you will pay
for your betrayal.

I tried to warn you, Wren.
They already think
you'’re their priestess.

Whoa, you'’re pregnant?

Shh! Yell it
to the whole world,
why don'’t you?

- Well, it'’s plain enough,
don'’t you think?
- No.

Not to humans it'’s not.
They have no idea what it means.

Janzo has no idea
what it means.

- Janzo'’s the father?
- Oh.

Who'’d have thought
the little man had it in him?

- Very funny.
- Wait, so humans
and Blackbloods can--

- Apparently so.
- And you'’re not telling Janzo?

- No, not yet.
- But when?

When I'’m good and ready,
that'’s when.

Well, what are you waiting for?

Well, I don'’t know how
he'’s going to react, Zed.

Not well, I suspect,
all right?

So I'’m just waiting
for the right time.

Good luck keeping it
from him.

No. No, no, no. You have to
swear to keep this a secret.

- Mm-hmm, sure.
- No. Swear it.

- Swear it.
- I won'’t tell Janzo you're
keeping secrets from him

- and betraying
his trust in you.
- Thank you.

Are you coming in pregnant,
uh, Priestess?

Oh, shut up.

Wren, what a lovely scarf.

Yes. It is lovely,
isn'’t it?

It'’s fine. Can we please get to
the point of this meeting?

Talon, your face is bruised.
What happened?

Long story.
Don'’t worry about it.

Talon, have you seen Xaba?

No, I whistled for her
last night, but she never came.

Strange. Vikka ran off.
I whistled for him, too.

He just ignored me
and kept going.

They'’re probably out hunting.
I'’m sure they'll come back soon.

Can we please get to
the business at hand?

Yes. We have completed
the genealogical analysis
of Falista'’s claim

that her father'’s
great uncle'’s cousin
was Kelton the Green,

nephew of Rayner,
who was of course
Ranulf'’s great grandfather.

- And?
- And her accounts aren'’t
entirely accurate.

- So Falista'’s claim is false?
- No. Incorrectly expressed.

Would you just
get to the point, Janzo?

It turns out
that Falista'’s grandfather
is King Rayner'’s nephew.

Oh, that'’s a much stronger claim
than she was even suggesting.

Mm. She has a legitimate
royal bloodline.

The she'’s the rightful heir
to the Realm.

I mean, what more
is there to discuss?

What about whether
she'’s an honest person?

Or wise?
Or a good leader?

Wasn'’t it Falista
who stood there and
held off Yavalla'’s horde

- when no one else could?
- So you think she'’d
be a good leader

just because
she has the red kinj?

I don'’t know. Maybe.

Well, just having the red kinj
doesn'’t have anything to do

with being a good queen.

Any more than
a bloodline should.

Look, I'’m sure
that we can all agree
that bloodline ascension

isn'’t exactly optimal
in this situation, yes?

But who knows?
Perhaps Falista will make
a perfectly good queen.

[ crowd shouting ]

Go back to your captain.

We'’re in charge of
the Outpost.

No one'’s in charge.
We can do whatever we want.

Hey, break it up.

- She'’s killing them.
- Falista, stop!

I suspect there will be no more
trouble from any of you.

Kultor, I see you.

Come and take your place
with us.

And what do I owe this honor?

Have you come to tell me
of Tobin'’s rituals?

No, not exactly.

Um, I'’ve come to tell you that
I'’ve verified your bloodline.

That'’s how
we'’re still choosing
governments around here.

Congratulations.
You are the legal heir
to the crown.

I see.

Will you be accepting
the crown?

I think I will.

I expect I'’ll be
quite good at it, don'’t you?

And none of you
will oppose my ascension
to the throne, will you?

No.

Commander Spears?

I found your actions today
quite concerning.

How so?

You used your power
to torture those men.

And if I had not stopped you,
you might have killed them

for the crime of drunken
brawling in the street.

Commander, I hope you
don'’t expect me to rule with
the weakness that Rosmund did.

And what'’s that supposed
to mean?

It means that Rosmund
was too indecisive
to rule effectively.

Look how I stopped the chaos
in the streets in an instant.

Those people will obey me
till the day they die.

Out of fear,
not out of respect.

They will come to love me.

They will never love you
as they loved Gwynn.

I offered Rosmund the kinj
when I was in prison.
Did you know that?

I was ready to give her
my power, but she was
too afraid to take it.

And to think she might have
survived if she had the courage.

Rosmund is the only reason
that any of us are alive,
including you.

- Talon?
- And nothing changes the fact

that I possess the gods'’
given right to the throne.

Furthermore, I have the power
to enforce that right,

- and I'’m not afraid to use it.
- No.

Garret.

There is no way that
we are letting Falista sit
on that throne.

She'’s bloody dangerous.
I should have--

should have walloped her
over the head with that rock

a little harder
when I was infected.

Janzo, can'’t you convince
everyone that her claim
is false?

And lie, Garret?
Anyone with half a brain
and the right almanac

would be able to prove
that she'’s legitimate,

apart from yourself.

Besides, what good
is any of that

if we don'’t have anyone
better to replace her with?

What?

The only person
who can take the crown,

the only one with the support
of the people is you.

Take the crown?

We can'’t just declare me queen
and slap a crown on my head

in some secret ceremony.
It'’s a terrible plan.

- It'’s our only plan.
- Well, I'’m not a queen.

- I am nothing like Gwynn.
- Talon, out of everyone
in this world,

Gwynn would have picked you
to replace her.

- I agree.
- Then why don'’t you take it?

That'’s a far better plan.
Why doesn'’t he be king?

Because I don'’t have
the support of the people.
You do.

Well, sometimes
the people don'’t know
what'’s best for them.

You? King?

Supposedly
that'’s good for you.

- Wren, who are you talking to?
- Oh. What?

Talking?
Who would I be talking to?
I'’m here alone.

Or so I thought until
you sneaked up on me.

Sorry.

Oh, is that...

- My father'’s ashes.
- Right.

I remember when I was little
when a Blackblood would die,

we'’d do something
with the ashes.

I thought maybe you could
help me get it right.

Yes, of course.

I do know a few old ways.

Not because
I'’m a High Priestess

or anything like that
it that'’s what you're implying.

You didn'’t speak to Zed
about any of this, did you?

No, I just--

I just want to respect
my father'’s remains.

Sorry. Yeah.

I would be glad to help you.

We will need
a flowing river.

First thing tomorrow?

- Thanks, Wren.
- Right.

I need to get a lock.

[ both grunting ]

I was wondering
when I would see you again.

You really want those
as your last words?

You really want those
to be yours?

- Let me go.
- Look, I'’m not drunk,

so you'’re not going to beat me.

So you might as well tell me
what this is about.

You murdered my sister.

I'’ve killed a lot of people,
but I'’ve never murdered anyone.

She was 11 years old.
How is that anything but murder?

And what makes you think
it was me?

Female Blackblood,
dark hair, great warrior.

Does sound like me.
What was your sister'’s name?

Ilyin.

Her name was Ilyin.

The Dragman.

So if it wasn'’t you
who killed my sister...

A Blackblood named Rebb.

You speak the truth.

You can do that lie-detecting
thing Ilyin could.

Not as well as she did,

but well enough for
an open book like you.

So, where is this Rebb?

She'’s dead. I killed her.

That was my vengeance
to have, not yours.

I didn'’t even know
you existed.

Besides, Ilyin was my friend.

I wasn'’t going to let Rebb
get away with killing her.

Where'’d you learn
to fight like that?

Some of the things you did
I'’ve never even seen before.

The monks taught me
a thing or two.

- Monks?
- Monks from the sanctuary,

where potential Dragmans
were raised.

Fighting lessons
was the only thing
I was any good at,

until I ran away
when I was ten.

That'’s a young age
to be out on your own.

But it really toughens you up.

I was eight when I left home.

I owe you a debt
for killing this Rebb.

Repaying you will make it
as if I got revenge myself.

No, you don'’t owe me anything.

I killed Rebb
for my own reasons.

We'’re even.

No hard feelings about
how I almost killed you?

You didn'’t almost kill me.

Yes, I did.

And I will repay you
for my vengeance.

Look, just do me a favor.

Stay out of trouble.

Thanks for the talk.

The Lu-Qiri.

I wonder where they'’re off to.

Xaba and Vikka
ran off as well.

Huh.

Do Lu-Qiri have mating seasons
or something?

Not that I know of.

Pretty disturbing
image though.

The river carries
your father away to be
reunited with his ancestors.

You really believe that?

No, not really.

I'’m sorry you lost
your father, Talon.

I'’m sorry
you lost your mother.

It'’s hard to miss her
after what she did.

Besides, she wasn'’t much
of a mother anyway.

He wasn'’t much of a father.

He lived alone in a cave.

You think he wanted
to live in that cave?

He gave up everything
to protect us.

If it wasn'’t for him,
we'’d all be dead.

I suppose.

Talon,
your father was selfless.

The only other person
I'’ve ever met who was that
selfless was Gwynn.

And you.

- Me?
- How many times have you risked
your life to save us all?

Too many to count.

Just like your father.

Just like Gwynn.

Should I leave you alone
for a while?

No.

We should get back.

I wish you could advise me.

I'’ll be a good queen,
don'’t you think, Tobin?

My Lady, it'’s time to
carry his body to the hill

- for his last watch.
- No.

Not yet.
Just give him a little longer.

But, My Lady, the sun
is aligned for the ceremony.

- We can'’t--
- Would you disobey me?

Stand watch over him
until I return.

- I'’ll do it.
- What?

I'’ll be queen.

To keep Falista off the throne
until we find someone better.

What made you
change your mind?

Something Wren said.

My Lady, we already have
enough men to carry the body.

Are you all loyal
to Lord Tobin?

Would each of you give your life
to save him if you could?

Of course, My Lady.

Well, then I thank you

for your loyalty
and your courage.

[ all screaming ]

I see you, Janya.

It is your time now.

You know what you must do.

I'’ve seen the gods,
and they see me.

Just like I did
when I used my kinj.

What are you waiting for?
We have to save Tobin.

On one condition.

That you join with us

and reunite The Three.

I won'’t serve you.

The Three are a council
of equal partners.

You don'’t serve us
anymore than we serve you.

Janzo, these books that belonged
to Talon'’s blacksmith friend,

is this really all
you have on Blackbloods?

Apparently your histories
weren'’t a high priority
to us humans.

There'’s not much here,
to be honest. Fragments of
old texts, bits and pieces.

My mother'’s manuscripts
were far more detailed.

Your mother'’s manuscripts are
still in the Plane of Ashes.

Which is one more reason
why you, Janzo,

need to convince Talon
to bring the Blackbloods
through the portal.

- The Blackfists, too.
- I happen to agree
with Talon, actually.

After the way
they treated us last time,

I don'’t want any Blackfists
near me, thank you.

They'’ll behave
themselves this time.

They'’ve got Wren
as their Priestess.

Oh, don'’t put that on me.
I can'’t control Blackfists.

You'’ve lived there, Wren.

How can you allow our people
to suffer in the Plane of Ashes?

If you feel so strongly
about it, Zed,

why don'’t you ask
Talon yourself?

She doesn'’t trust me
like she trusts Janzo.

Exactly.
See, she trusts me because
I don'’t manipulate her

into doing things
that she doesn'’t want to do.

See, Zed? That is how
a man gains trust.

Oh, hmm, trust?

- Way to go,
by the way, Janzo.
- Hmm?

- I didn'’t know
you had it in you.
- Zed.

- Had what in me?
- Oh, that'’s right.

Or is it Wren
who has it in her?

Janzo, do you not have somewhere
with Garret and Talon?

- I am late. Sorry.
- Wren has what in her?

I'’ve been spreading word
all morning.

The people are ready
to support your claim.

Even most citizens
who are here from the Capital
were open to it.

Now once you'’re wearing
this crown, well,

any claim Falista tries
to make will look traitorous.

This is a terrible idea.

I mean, look at me.
Do I look like a queen?

Um, you'’re a new
kind of queen.

You'’re the kind of queen
we need right now.

Let'’s go. Come on.

In these momentous times,

a great hero has proven herself
during the final battle.

A hero who bring us all
into a new age of peace and--

Thank you, Commander Spears,

for the very fitting
introduction.

- [ crowd gasping ]
- Man: Tobin!

- Tobin, how?
- [ murmuring ]

People of the Realm,

I hereby declare
Falista of Relman
as queen of the Realm

and call on every loyal subject
to defend her true claim.

I want to thank my advisors
and my husband,

who has been resurrected
by the gods

to serve as your king.

- King Tobin.
- All hail Queen Falista!

Crowd:
All hail Queen Falista.

All hail King Tobin.

All hail Queen Falista.

All hail King Tobin.