All language subtitles for Into.the.Badlands.S03E03.WEBRip.x264-ION10

After our last raid,

The Widow will shift
her supply route west.

We could hit her here
at Broken Rock.

Or we could work on
building our ranks

and leave The Widow alone.

Iron Rabbit.

What?

A carrier pigeon
just arrived.

Tell everyone
to grab their gear.

Tilda

Get the truck.

Kill the bitch!

I'm sorry.

Not bad...

For fighting children.

Should'a run while you
had the chance, little Rabbit.

Maybe you're not
worth a tattoo,

but I did promise
The Widow your head.

Get her out of here.

Where are they taking
the Iron Rabbit?

Bugger this thing! Huh?

I feel like a penguin
in this getup.

Just keep it on.

We gotta look the part if we're
gonna make it past their lines.

Fine. But we look like
bloody idiots if you ask me.

Remember, stay in character.
Try not to kill anyone,

or everyone.

Big smiles.

You made it!

Yeah, we heard
the Iron Rabbit got you.

This child is important
to The Widow.

Don't ask us why,

but we have to get him
to a healer across the lines.

Hmm. Well, good luck with that.

There's only one way
and it's impenetrable.

What do you mean?

Come on.
You can see for yourselves.

Hold him down.
Let me assess this.

Supply truck
made it through.

Any Morphine?

-No.
-Typical.

Who's in charge here?

Well, that would be
baby face here.

You're in charge?

Well, since the major
got killed,

then her lieutenant,
then half the company.

What happened?

Look, these buildings funnel
to a choke point

that's controlled
by Chau's archers.

They never miss.

They miss sometimes,

but when they do, it's worse.

Not for the dead.

This baby needs rest.

He's very sick.
Somewhere quiet.

Then you're gonna show us
what we're up against.

Let me take him.

It's this way.

I'm glad you decided
to join our cause, Viceroy.

I think that together
we could do a lot of good.

I took the liberty of preparing
your son's old house for you.

My driver will take you now.

You really do think
of everything, don't you?

I just hope this isn't
a decision I come to regret.

We call it "sniper alley."

One way in, one way out.

Salo was the first to die.

They don't always
shoot to kill.

Their arrows
are dipped in poison.

It can take
a long time to die.

We tried leapfrogging
from car to car

while our archers put up cover.

Didn't matter.
They picked us off one by one.

Why not go through
the buildings?

We tried. They booby-trapped
the hell out of them.

Lost six more that way.

How many shooters?

At least three.

Watch.

Whoa. Hey. Try mine.

Do it.

You see,
no one likes the hats.

We attack again
in a few hours.

I can't risk more lives
just to get a kid through.

I wasn't asking your opinion.
Those are my orders.

Your orders?

I'm your new Regent.

I know Tilda's the Iron Rabbit.
It's a cute name, by the way.

Next time she shows her face,
she's mine.

You'll never catch her,

and she'll just keep on
taking down your convoys.

Why just mine

Isn't it obvious?

Tilda's just trying
to get at her mother,

like any girl her age.

You think this is just a phase?

I think she wants
something more than my supplies.

My recognition
that she is a threat.

And now that she knows
that she has it,

she'll be back,

because I am her mother,
whereas you,

you're just
an inconsequential fling.

Who is the spy who warned you
we were coming?

It could be anybody,

because no one is buying
your bullshit anymore.

Feel free to get creative.

But keep her pretty,
just for now.

I don't want to break
my daughter's heart

when she comes home.

I want a name.

It's good to have you back
where you belong, Baroness.

Thank you, Maryanne.
But I'm a Viceroy, not a Baron.

The Widow can call you
what she likes.

You'll always be
a Baroness to us.

As you can see, we're still
getting the house back in order.

Oh, trust me,
I'm used to worse.

How are the poppy fields?

We've lost a lot of workers
to the frontlines.

But with some luck, we can
still bring in the harvest.

Oh, and I almost forgot.

The Widow sent some designs
for you to review.

-Designs?
-For your new insignia.

This one isn't bad.

What

When I think of horses,
I think of them pulling a plow.

Useful servants,
in other words.

But people forget horses
once ran wild in the Badlands.

Before the Barons,
they had no masters.

-So, you're saying...
-Maryanne,

we may both serve
at The Widow's pleasure,

but that doesn't
make us servants.

Sure it's tight enough?

Boy is supposed
to be dangerous.

Can't take any chances.

Guess not.

Any change?

He's in and out. Mostly out.

Wait outside.

Untie me.

So that you can try
to kill yourself again?

What were you thinking?

You said you were
my only way out.

When you overdosed,
did you experience something?

You were muttering
in your sleep.

Just the usual.

Tunnel of light.

Gods calling my name.

You, lying in a pool
of your own blood.

What a waste.

You could've made
a real difference, M.K.

Madam Viceroy?
The Widow's Regent is here.

Nathaniel.

-Sorry for the intrusion.
-Oh, you're not disturbing me.

Let me get you a drink.
Bourbon, two fingers, no ice?

You know, it's funny
the little things you remember,

after all these years.

Little things like
your handwriting.

You're not even
gonna try to deny it?

Well, would you
believe me if I did?

Playing both sides.

That's a dangerous game, Lydia.

Only if The Widow finds out.

And you're not gonna tell her.

You're that sure of me?

I'm sure of the man I knew...

Who turned his back
on the Badlands.

And yet here you are again.

Why?

To kill the man
that dishonored me.

-Quinn's former Regent.
-Sunny?

How did he dishonor you?

By refusing to finish
the fight that he won.

And letting his friend
Bajie take my sword,

as well as my hand.

So you want to kill him
because he didn't kill you?

At least some things
haven't changed,

you're still
as pig-headed as ever.

So what about you

Oh, people keep asking me that.

And what do you tell them?

That I can do more good here
than I could in a refugee camp.

I want to give people a reason
not to become refugees anymore.

You don't believe me?

I know you, Lydia.

Altruism isn't
your only motivation.

You're right.

People like The Widow
and Quinn aren't built to last.

They dazzle like fireworks,
then burn out quickly.

Leaving others
to rekindle their ashes.

And you're gonna be
that person.

Well, if there's one thing I've
learned, it's how to survive.

What if there was
something better?

I mean...

...I may have come back here
for one reason,

but I could think
of another reason to stay.

What are you saying?

How many years have passed?

But when I saw you
at that camp,

I realized one thing
hasn't changed.

My feelings for you.

Those feelings
will get you killed.

Mercy isn't an asset
in a Regent.

Nor is love.

Just ask Sunny,

if you manage
to track him down.

Maybe I will,

before I kill him.

Hey, hey. Have you ever
heard the old saying,

"A plan is just an excuse
to do something stupid"?

-No.
-No, you wouldn't

'cause I've just made it up.

This is something stupid.

You know what
I'm saying, right?

When I say go,

we'll work our way up
opposite sides of the street

Arthur, you're with me.
Bajie, take the girl.

The name's Wren,

in case you need
to scream for my help.

You cheeky minx.

You know that's your
new Regent, right?

Sorry, I just wanna
get on with it.

She wants to get on with it.

Another minute, Wren.

Go.

Heads down.
Heads down. Heads down.

You go first.

Keep moving!

Heads down. Eyes up.
Let's go.

Cover them.

-They're using her as bait.
-There's no "they."

-There's only one shooter.
-How do you know?

Arrow trajectories.

Help.

- -

Arthur! Grab her!

Stay close.

That's it. Come on.

Let's go. Let's go.

Is this part of your plan?

Let's go. Go!

Come on. Get her inside.
Get her inside.

Ouch. Easy.

It's just a splinter.

- -I swear,

you're more of a baby
than that baby.

I just don't like needles.

Goes back to
a childhood thing.

-You should heal up fine.
-

I wish I could say
the same for Wren.

Is there anything
you can do for her?

The new Regent's already sent
their truck to the Sanctuary

for more morphine
and supplies,

but I doubt it they'll be back
anytime soon, so...

How'd you do that?

It's a long story.

That leg is already infected.

She probably
won't see morning.

Idiot.

You sold us out.

I assume no one
saw you come in.

And no one
will see me go out.

Six of my people dead
including Odessa

and you're gonna follow
them into the dirt.

-Odessa is not dead.
-What?

They took her prisoner.

One look and The Widow knew
you were the Iron Rabbit.

You told her
where to find us.

And I also warned you
they were coming.

I'm assuming that's why
you're still alive.

Who are you?

One day you're protecting
the refugees of The Widow's war

and the next you're signing
on to be her what?

-Viceroy.
-

If I wasn't gonna be
a true Baron,

I didn't want the title.

So, in other words,
you're a puppet.

I guess you're just right
back to where you started,

in the big house
with the fancy clothes

and the house Cogs
at your beck and call.

At least here I can try
to do some good.

Which would you have chosen?

If the price was
giving up my friends,

I'd have let her kill me.

You're very young
and very naive

like I once was.

If you wanna change
the world,

you have to find
a way to live in it first.

What like this, like you?

No, you'll find your own way.

But it won't be playing
outlaw in the woods

to get back at Mommy.

I see in you what
I'd hope for in my son, Ryder.

Someone who could be
a better leader than any of us.

But only if you learn
to play the game,

and that means compromise

right up to the line
but not over it.

You're not... You're not
gonna use that old thing?

Crossbows only get one shot

before they have to be
cocked and reloaded.

Yeah, but it's still
easier to aim.

Not for me.

I trained with one of these,

and the best weapon's always
the one you started with.

-So who trained you?
-My Regent.

Total bastard,

but he could cut the wings
off a fly with one of these.

Open up,
it's your Regent.

What are you doing
approaching the wall at night?

It's against regulation.

We need urgent supplies
in Sector 17.

Regent's orders.

Regent? I'm your Regent.

Naw, he's, uh...

I mean, I saw him.

Describe him.

About six feet,
short black hair,

with a long black sword with
silver rings along the blade

and an animal skull
below the hilt.

Rubbing alcohol?

Are you really gonna
drink that?

Yes, I am.

Go on.

Chilly out here.

- -All right, that's it.

- -Where does it hurt?

All right, okay.

Just hold still.
Hold still, all right?

All right?

It's just a little trick
I picked up from my journey.

Must have been
an interesting journey.

Oh, well,
I mean, it's been colorful.

What about you?

I was spider Cog in one
of Baron Hassan's mills,

spinning fabrics.

When The Widow clipped him,
I threw in with her.

Right. And now you're here,
fighting her war.

-Frying pan into the fire, no?
-Hmm.

I found out
I was good at it.

Anyway, war beats weaving.

Yeah, all right,
that's fair enough.

Tell me something,

am I dying?

At least you're honest.

I think I'm gonna
go back to sleep now.

It was nice talking to you.

Whatever your name is.

My name is Bajie.

It was nice
talking to you, Bajie.

Hey, hey.

There must be something
that you can do.

There isn't, and I can't waste
the time or resources trying.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You misunderstand me.

There must be something
that you can do.

Could try
cutting off that leg,

but without morphine,
the shock alone would kill her.

Yeah. Do it now, all right?

I'll get her through the night.

-Yeah?
-Go on. Go.

Okay.

Fire!

Nice and tight?

-Yeah.
-Yeah?

You ready?
-Do it now.

Yeah.

Get it done.

This is not my war.

I'm just trying to get
a sick kid through the lines.

Not gonna happen, huh?

I told you,
this isn't my war.

Are there any other
survivors from your unit?

But you stayed.

Our orders were
to hold the pass.

I did what I did
because it was my duty.

You understand?

Yeah.

I know all about duty.

So that's him.

He's a prisoner of war now.

Make sure no harm
comes to him.

Understood.

-Hey, hey.
-

It's okay, it's okay.

Hold my hand, hold my hand,
hold my hand.

-Look at me. Look at me.
-

Look at me.

It's okay.

You're good.

I gave you an order.

He got what he deserved.

Okay, that's good.
All right?

There you go. Yeah.

Rough night, you know.

I'm guessing not
as rough as yours though.

Man, you should've seen...

-He was unbelievable.
-What?

...crossbows. We're literally...
We're chasing him.

He's on top...
He's on top of the building

and he's shooting at us.

They're just kids,
on both sides of the lines.

Fighting their Barons' wars,
never asking why.

So I bring my knife out...

I bring my knife out, put it
to his throat and I just...

-He was dead in seconds.
-

Proud killers...

Just like I was.

I'm gonna
remember this one.

Hey, I just wanted
to say thank you.

For what?

Looks like she'll make it.

Yeah.

Hey! You look absolutely...

You asshole.

I'm done. I can't fight.

Can't even pick poppy.

So what am I
supposed to do now?

Sell myself to anyone
who wants a one-legged doll?

I mean, yeah,
you got a crappy deal,

but it beats the alternative,
doesn't it?

Does it

It... It won't
always be like this.

Yeah, you think
we're gonna wake up one day

and this shitty world
will be transformed?

That someone like me
will finally get the chance

to live a half-decent life?

Well...

Tell me you really
believe that.

Yeah, I didn't think so.

Change will come. Right?
I mean, it... It has to.

Well, if it does,
it'll arrive too late for me.

Just go.

Go!

I'm sorry. I'm...

I'm here to see The Widow!

The Iron Rabbit, I presume.

I'd pretend to be surprised,

but we both know that
this reunion, it's overdue.

Cut the bullshit.
You wanted me, I'm here.

I'll make you a deal.

You give me Odessa,
I'll stop raiding your convoys.

I could stop you right now.

You may have sicced
your new dog on me

but you won't kill me yourself.

Even if you could.

You think you'd be any more
of a challenge this time?

You'd be surprised.

I have a better idea.

You'll be pleased to know
she didn't tell me anything.

Even what I already knew.
So I'm happy to let her go.

But not raiding my convoys,
it isn't enough.

What are you proposing?

Come back.

Fight with me in any
capacity you choose.

I'll provide sanctuary
for the refugees

and I'll help you supply them
until the end of the war.

I can do that on my own.

No, you can't.

And I can't do this
on my own either.

That much I admit.

-You've got a new Regent.
-I need my old one too.

I'm open to it.

But now I need more proof
of your good faith.

Like what?

M.K. Let him go
and I'll make the deal.

Rise and shine.

Dinnertime.

Remember what I said I'd do
when get my Gift back?

Guess what.

M.K., don't!

Not this way.

I'm leaving.
You coming?

Let's go.