01x08 - Famous Last Words

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That's it then.

Baldur is dead.

Heroth has got away.

It's all been for nothing.

Get up, you miserable b*stard.

Sortha?

I thought you might be dead.

Yeah?

My fist feel dead to you?

Not so much.

It's good to see you, Sortha.

Since when did you get so f*cking sloppy?

Time was, you'd never let
your guard down long enough

for someone like me to follow you.

Plus you owe me a f*cking bar.

I loved that place.

You f*cking b*stard.

Where the Throne is Baldur?

He's dead.

Dead?

What, wait... how?

Klore.

He got to us.
We tried to make a break for it...

It was me...

I...

I let him down. It was my fault.

He deserved better.

It doesn't matter.

Doesn't matter?

We're all going to die, Jurgen.

Some of us better than others.

Baldur knew that.

We all do.

So we're going to finish this.

But not for Baldur.

Not for Bellona,
or any of those other f*ck.

For us.

So it's over.

Done with. To draw a bloody line
under it, once and for all.

I thought you wanted
nothing to do with it?

Well, now I do.

Well? Are you going
to take a look, or what?

Sure, it can't make me feel any worse...

Famous last words...

- To whom am I speaking?
- I bear no designation.

I am merely a messenger.

And your message?

Off-world transport
has been arranged as requested.

Your extraction shall take place
at twenty-three hundred hours, exact.

-Today.
-Where?

The lifter will be in dock

alpha-seven-six-nine
at the Gheisthaven municipal voidport.

There shall be no further contact.

Do you understand these instructions?

Did she send you?

Directly?

Do you understand these instructions?

Of course. But I need to know...

sh*t.

Jurgen. Jurgen?

For f*ck's sake.

Up or down, Jurgen...

What does that messed up
head of yours need?

Up it is.

You'd better not die.

Not when I'm considering
taking you off my sh*t list.

What the f*ck did you give me?

Combat stimm.

Tomorrow's going to suck.

Usually does.

The voidport's suicide.

The whole place is under Klore's control.

It's the biggest chip in his campaign.

There's no way
we'll even get past the gates.

There's one way.

And I didn't like it.

Not one tiny bit.

Difficult. Very difficult.

Particularly given your...

present situation.

But it can be done?

Anything can be done.

For the right price.

Price.

It always comes down to price.

One life. A world.

It can all be bought.

After the blood and the sh*t,
everything has a price.

I just hope that,
when it comes down to it,

I'm still worth enough
to get what is needed.

I'll owe you.

You already owe me.

No.

I'll owe you.

And you?

Just f*cking get on with it.

Excellent.

Presuming, of course, you both survive.

I must ensure the health
of my investment, no?

Then make sure we survive.

Get us past those guards.

Because we're going after Heroth anyway.

Then it seems neither of us
has much of a choice.

Luckily, my archive is extensive.

I'm sure Malen will be able to provide
all the information you need

to encourage the guards
to grant you access...

Stop there.

No entry. We're clearing this dock.

Read this.

You deaf? He said no entry.

Get out of here before there's trouble.

You need to read the slate.

What's this?

Elith...

You b*stard!

Aedo sends his regards.

He hopes your families
are all looking after their health.

You're him, aren't you?

The b*stard who tried to m*rder the duke.

I should sh**t you now.

Shame about the pict.

Be good if you could take another.

Right?

You b*tch.

She's been called worse.

He's close. I can feel it.

And Throne be damned if I'm letting him
walk away from me again.

That's the one.

You sure?

All right, you're sure.

Find a position.

He'll be here soon.

You miss the old days, Jurgen?

Ask me again when we're done.

Get moving!

Go get the b*stard.

Jurgen...

Hello, friend.