01x07 - Everyone Dies

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Baldur.

The only friend I had in this sh*thole.

And now he's dead.

I don’t even remember walking
out of there.

Not really.

Survival instinct.

Just one foot after the other.

I guess the truth is,

sometimes the path

laid out before you is all you have left.

I don’t understand.

You expected to?

I’m your interrogator.

And you think that makes a difference?

Don’t. Don’t dismiss me
like some narrow-minded bureaucrat.

You owe me more than that.

Owe you?

What more do I owe you?

If I hadn’t dragged you out of the gutter
you’d have been mouldering in it by now.

And you’ve been repaid in kind.

The sh*t I’ve done for you.

For me?

Or for yourself?

All right.

Look.

I’m not questioning your motives.
Of course I’m not.

It’s just...

This is the seventh world we’ve ruined.

k*lled the governors, started riots,

left them in a state of anarchy.

Why are we doing this?

This is the last one.

Some enemies can’t be k*lled
with weapons, Jurgen.

The Imperium requires us to think

beyond the horizon of a single planet
or sector.

To set aside all thoughts
of petty morality

and do what must be done.

But it is my burden.

You carry enough.

I understand that it might not
always make sense to you,

but what we’re doing here is good work.

It is the Emperor’s work.

Surely that is all you need to know.

Or...

Have you lost faith in me?

Of course not.

Good.

Then let’s go finish this.

Mark...

Bellona.

f*cking bloody path she’s left me.

A shadow-road
paved in atrocities and failures.

Still, there's not enough life
left in me for regrets.

Heroth is close.

And I'll be damned if I let
that murdering b*stard get away.

Pissing rain.

Yes?

You know why I’m here.

And who sent me.

Yes, yes.
But we needn’t dispense with pleasantries.

The exchange is taking place in two hours.

Septimus will be there.

He’ll be armed and he won’t be alone.

With that brute of a woman
with the digitattoos?

His bodyguard, yes.

And watch the shadows.

We’ve heard he’s cut a deal
with an Aeldari assassin.

Please!

This is a house of the God-Emperor!

And I’m a twin-headed eagle.

Be seeing you, Father.

That’s what Heroth was doing here.

And why a jumped-up ganger like Broath

would be hanging around a place
like this, too.

The priests are slick with filth.

Explains why the windows
are still in one piece, too.

The world is burning,
and only the damn priests

are still living the good life,
trading information for protection.

Can’t say I’m surprised.

What now...

What... what do you want?

Information.

Information?

I’m a priest, for Emperor’s sake!

Oh, I know exactly what you are.

They’ll k*ll you for this.

Everyone dies.

I won’t tell you anything!

I don’t need you to.

I’m not sure I quite understand.

I wish to meet with a contact,

and to ensure that contact remains...

unmolested.

I seek a guarantee of safe passage,
if you will,

through this most unsettled of cities.

And the safe ground you mentioned?

The nature of my business
with said contact

is most sensitive.

Therefore, I also require safe ground

on which to complete our transaction.

Surely you can’t mean here?

The location is of little consequence,

as long as we remain unobserved.

There are many factions in this city,

Duke Klore’s men, the gangs, and...

several others,

who would wish
to interfere with my business.

Thus, I come to you
in search of certain...

assurances.

You can offer such assurances,
can you not?

Of course.

Everything can be arranged as you require.

There is, of course,
the small question of...

payment.

Of course.

I’d be more than happy to make a donation

to the Ecclesiarchy’s funds.

Excellent, excellent!

Then we have an understanding.

We do.

Then I know just the place!

Thank you, Father.

You told me everything I needed to know.

Heroth has made it easy for me.

The whole area around this sumphole

was clean - no gangers,
no enforcers, no civilians.

Nothing.

I’d walked right in.

Exactly what I’ve walked
right into remains to be seen...

I haven't laid eyes
on the b*stard

since that day on the balcony.

Since... Since he k*lled Bellona.

This is it.

I've got no other choice.

I can't let him walk away again.

Not like last time.

Heroth!

Jurgen.

You look like sh*t.

You’re about to look worse.

b*stard!

That's it then.

Baldur is dead.

Heroth has got away.

It's all been for nothing.