01x03 - Someone Else's Nightmares

[bunniefuu]

[tense dramatic music]

[shouting]

[rain pattering, thunder rumbling]

Happens every time.

Makes the worst thick head
feel like a gentle night’s sleep.

Am I gonna have to get you a chair,

or are you gonna tell me what you saw
when you read Broath?

Get lost, Baldur.

[groans]

Being inside my own skull is bad enough,

let alone worming my way
into someone else’s nightmares.

The pills were the only thing
that came close to taking the edge off,

but like everything else useful
on this Emperor-forsaken planet,

they were getting harder to find.

And the toll of ‘finding’ them

was becoming even harder
to live with than the pain.

I have to ration what few I have left.

Drink is the next best thing.

-Are you kidding?
-[Jurgen] Don't give me that.

I've seen you knock back more than that
before lining up a long-las shot.

I've no problem with the drinking, Jurgen.

It’s the vomit around the mouthpiece
I want nothing to do with.

[grunts] Suit yourself.

[disgusted noise]

[Jurgen sighs]

What do you want me to say?

I saw the usual screwed up mess you see
when you peer into another guy’s head.

And a cathedral.

I saw a cathedral
down in the lower levels.

One with a huge window,

showing the Emperor fighting
with some kind of snake.

The Cathedrum of St. Larimus.

I'm surprised that window’s still intact.

The inlay alone would set
the local gangers up for life.

[sighs] Sounds about right.

Broath saw Heroth there?

Yeah.

He was making nice with the priest.

[Jurgen]It was just like Heroth
to cosy up to those corrupt b*stards.

Bellona didn't trust them
as far as she could...

well, you get the point.

Wouldn't surprise me
if they were in on it.

Which priest?

[sighs] I don't know. He had robes.

Do better.

[sighs]

A mid-ranker.

Not rich, not poor. Beard.

You want anything more than that,

you can try staring through
the broken glass of a nightmare next time.

St. Larimus.

What the hells
could Heroth want with them?

[rumbling]

We're going to have
to go through the fires.

It's the quickest way.

[sighs] Always is.

Come on then.

[tense music]

Food?

[beggar] Stims?

[beggar whimpering softly]

Thank you!

Waste of creds.

They’ll be as dead as the rest
when the w*r rolls up-spire.

That’s Bellona talking.

She was right about a lot of things,

but she sometimes forgot
the most important thing:

people matter.

Even if they're the people
you have to k*ll.

Did I believe that?

Maybe.

Some days.

Today, at least.

-[tense dramatic music]
-[thunder rumbling]

[people shouting]

[mechnical noises]

[creaking]

Emperor.

This place has gone downhill.

[shouting]

How long’s it been?

I haven't been this far down
since the night I saved you

from that ogryn tithe collector.

-The one with the pneumatic fist?
-[grunts]

Not how I remember it.

Hmm. You might have a point.

The fighting's closer now.

And more fierce.

A few more months and this whole planet's
going to be on fire.

[Baldur] Lord Klore's got the men,

but Baron Sedimere
has the support of the other houses.

[crowd shouting]

Civil w*r's coming.

Damn mess we started here
when she k*lled the governor.

It started long before that.

I couldn’t tell you when.

But there was a pattern
to what Bellona had been doing.

Hells if I understood it,

but I know enough to understand
the game we were losing

started long before
this particular piece was pushed over.

This is mad, Jurgen. Even for us.

[Rahel] He’s right.

There’s gotta be something else.

I'm listening...

Thought as much.

Look, we've been round this to the death.

It’s this or we may as well walk ourselves

right up to Broolan’s front door
and let his guys have at us.

This moon is too small, and we've angered
too many of the wrong people.

Our only chance is to get off-world.

But look at it this way:

yesterday we were walking around
with targets on our backs,

and today our ticket out of here
walks straight into the voidport.

Call it luck,
call it what the hells you want.

Today’s the day.

We're getting out of here.

So how, exactly, are we gonna
be able to pull off this grand plan?

We jump them in the market.

Get her Inquisitorial symbol,
and use it to commandeer a ship.

Those badges are like
a passport to Terra itself.

We can go anywhere, do anything.

I don't like it, Jurgen.

It’s a f*cking Inquisitor.

It’s okay.

Trust me.

We're all going to make it.

[dramatic music]

[Jurgen]
It wasn’t the last time I’d be wrong.

I knew the minute we laid eyes on her
that we were screwed.

But sometimes all you can do
is roll with the punches

and hope there’s nothing
behind their right hook.

Little fragger cut me. [grunts]

I think you repaid the favour already.

[groans]

[Malen] I would advise a certain degree
of clemency, mistress...

At least until we have properly
determined their worth.

This piece of hive trash has got no worth.

Indeed.

What worth is there in anyone
who can't even execute a competent ambush?

[suspenseful music]

I'm doing okay.

[shouting]

I should just have let her sh**t me.

[ethereal music]

Fire!

[groans, gasps]

Who are you?

The real question is who are you?

[Jurgen]That’s a question
I've been trying to answer ever since.

[Baldur] Are you even listening?

I try my best not to.

I remember now why I left you festering
in your own stink for three years.

Come on, this way.

We can cut through here.

[shouting]

[crowd] Food! Work! Protection! Food!

This is getting bad fast.

These people are starving.

Klore and Sedimere, whoever wins,
they're going to be ruling ashes.

Once we find Heroth, we need to get
ourselves off this sump heap.

Emperor knows why Bellona came here.

This is down to us.

It always is.

Even if contact is re-established
with the Imperium,

there’s no saving this place.

It’s ripe for exterminatus.

[shouting]

[grunts, exhales]

Throne!

Quit complaining unless you're dying.

[groans] I'll outlive you twice over.

Not if you don't get up off your a*s.

Disperse!

-Enforcers.
-No. Not enforcers.

House Klore troopers.

We don't need this.

He's right, of course.

We finally have a lead.

We have to, need to get to Heroth
before he slips away.

But this is on us.

We might not need this...

...but I do.

We have to help them, Baldur.

[exhales] When was the last time
either of us did something good?

[sighs, scoffs]

A lot of help you’ll be.

Just try to keep up.

[dramatic music]

[grunts]

[dramatic action music]

Funny how often saving lives
means taking others.

‘Good’ has never been an absolute.

[sighs]

[suspenseful music]

[groans]

[panting]

[man] Aedo sends his regards.

[chuckles]

I told you it wasn't over.

[sighs]

It never is.

[tense dramatic music]