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one place, a home would be useless.

And I have no desire for a family...

since I don't want to

create more like me.

So that your ego

can rest assured of your uniqueness.

Exactly.

You must excuse my daughter.

She's always been a woman

of her own mind.

And my father has always been

an expert at making my excuses.

Damn!

Oh, uh, Karl?

I dropped my glasses somewhere.

You see 'em anywhere?

Karl?

Is that you, Karl?

If there was a high point,

it was the Underlands' siege.

I remember.

It was an active year. We were

fighting under great pressure.

But we were strong...

'cause the fighters

worked together as a unit.

I don't think after those advances,

we should-

- Is something wrong?

- Can you sense it?

Sense what?

This is bullshit!

What is it?

Evil. It's here.

Hrothgar,

this is ridiculous.

We need fighting men,

not lunatics.

- Roland, be quiet.

- What, me?

The weapons master,

he's dead.

It's changing its method.

- Never killed so early before.

- It knows.

I'm sorry, Will.

You're the weapons

master now.

Promotion.

Yeah, not too comforting, huh?

You could say that. Of course,

everyone's gonna die anyway,

but one thing's for sure is

I ain't no weapons master.

You don't have to be good

all the time,

just when it matters.

You're not really here because

of my husband's death, are you?

No.

But if I was,

I would be after Roland,

so why would you be afraid?

I'm not afraid.

I can't afford to be afraid.

Don't you have any fear?

Fear is all I know.

You can feel it.

You can sense it.

Yes.

You said it knows.

What did you mean?

It knows I'm here.

What are you?

I'm trapped between two worlds.

That's what I am.

You can't have her.

I'm not in your way.

I think you are.

You manipulate her

and Hrothgar, but not me.

- We need each other.

- I need no one.

You better go.

- I have to stay.

- Then you fight.

Yaah! Aah!

Aaah!

Don't push your luck, Roland.

Stay sharp.

I'm here to sweeten

your dreams, my love.

It's almost finished, my love.

It's almost finished, my love.

Goddamn!

Geez, Karl.

Get a grip, man.

Sorry. I thought

I heard something.

Yeah?

You heard me!

You know, Karl, with all the real

cool ways to die around here,

I'd rather not go by heart attack.

Uh, let's see.

Look at all this.

You'd think with all this stuff,

we'd be able to kick some ass.

How do you tell all the junk

from the critical stuff?

Your uncle knew.

Yeah, well,

that's real helpful, Karl.

Okay, come on. Let's go.

Let's go. Let's do something.

I'll get the blasters.

Karl, I think I broke it.

Can you come fix this damn thing?

I'll get the blasters.

Will? You okay?

Oh, man, I saw it.

How big was it?

What kind of armor?

Was it shielded?

Was it exposed?

It was-

Man, it was ugly.

It came in broad daylight.

It's tiring of the game.

It wants it done.

Put the women and children

into the sanctuary.

Everyone else patrols in threes and

keep visual contact at all times.

Kyra.

I won't be herded

and locked away.

- I'm fighting this time.

- Join the others in the sanctuary.

A little late to start

protecting me, isn't it, Father?

- Hurry up. Hurry up.

- Hurry up.

Where's Kyra?

Where is she?

I don't know where she is.

I haven't seen her.

We'll never get out of this.

- Move in now.

- Make sure both doors are bolted.

Yes, sir.

All sanctuary doors secured.

All sanctuary doors secured.

- What is it?

- Is there any other way in?

All doors are secured

from the inside.

Aaaah!

Aaah!

Aaah!

Aaah!

Aaah! Daah!

Me! Fight me!

Not you.

Please.

I can't-

Damn.

How is he?

Dying.

He saved my life.

I need more bandages.

He wounded the beast.

Yes.

That gives us a chance.

Perhaps.

Kyra?

All I've ever wanted was you.

I know.

I know.

It won't be long now.

Sweet dreams, my love.

Feel it- the life your husband

put in my belly.

It's almost finished,

my love.

It's almost finished, my love.

Don't be afraid.

You should be dead.

Many times.

Explain.

I'm a quick healer.

- Not good enough.

- That's all I can say.

Because you're afraid

the truth will send me running?

From what

I've seen of you, no.

But because there is no time.

Enjoying the view?

A remarkable recovery.

It wasn't as bad as it looked.

We all have our secrets, I suppose.

Tell me,

if a man fights

a creature of evil,

then he cannot be evil himself,

can he?

If you're looking for absolution,

you're asking the wrong man.

Whoever you are,

whatever you are,

I thank you for your help.

Why...

"not you"?

You scared the hell out of me.

I need you to make me something,

and I need it now.

Yeah, what is it?

I'll show you. But no mistakes.

All right, no sweat.

This is the time...

it matters.

How's your leg?

My injuries don't heal

as well as yours.

I'll be little help like this.

One day you'll have to

teach me your trick.

What can I do?

Nothing.

It'll be over tonight?

Yes, one way or another.

It's time.

It will come for me,

but I will know where

it's coming from and when.

There's one thing

you should know about Nivri.

His family is very wealthy,

very rich.

The marriage was arranged

by Hrothgar, not Kyra's choice.

He was a sadist and a pig.

He treated her badly, very badly.

- But you didn't kill him?

- No, but I tried.

I challenged the bastard to a fight,

but Hrothgar made me back off.

You know, don't you?

She thinks of me... as a brother.

That's all I could ever be.

I've survived a lot of pain.

- Warriors do.

- Yeah.

But nothing...

to compare with that.

End its miserable life...

tonight.

- Is it done?

- Yep.

- Have you tested it?

- Yeah. It works fine. Works great.

Most of the time.

No, it's fine. It's fine.

It's fine. Hey, listen. Are you

gonna take this beast thing or not?

You don't want me

to ruin the surprise.

Waking up in the morning

is surprise enough.

Beowulf.

Don't do this.

We all do what we have to do.

You know that well, I think.

Is that the knife

you used on your husband?

What are you?

Secrets are hard to keep.

It was night.

He'd been drinking as usual.

He wanted me.

I refused.

He started to beat me.

So I stabbed him...

over...

and over.

And the whole time...

he just stood there...

looking surprised.

Now he's come back to kill us,

one by one,

saving me for the last.

The beast is not your husband.

What makes you so sure?

Ghosts don't eat people.

This is not your doing.

If someone is to blame,

it's not you.

Maybe not for the first strike,

but for the second...

and the third and the fourth.

- It was justified.

- It was murder.

Yes.

I-

I made mistakes.

Oh, forgive me.

I've been waiting for you.

One of us is the other's death.

I'm like you.

- I'm one of the damned.

- Kill!

Weaponsmaster,

open the wine cellar.

I think you ought to

take a look at this, sir.

My God!

Looks like they've done it.

Look at the size of that thing.

Okay. We're finished here.

Break it all down.

We're moving out.

Not one scratch.

I'm impressed.

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