Into The Badlands (2015) s02e04 Episode Script

ANNOUNCER: Previously on AMC's "Into the Badlands" Rider's called all the other Barons to a conclave.
You need to start winnin' some hearts and minds at the reception.
(grunting) I need to know what happened to my mother.
Power is taken.
There'll be no turnin' back after this.
No forgiveness.
All this training, what is it that your men are preparing for? Bless the Badlands newest heir.
Can't keep us here forever.
Well, don't make it sound like you're a prisoner.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER) I wish you luck on your mission.
QUINN: Luck? That's wishful thinking for the weak.
My Clippers are prepared.
While you're gone, I'd like access to the ventilation room.
Henry still needs sunlight.
Of course.
You know how much you and the boy mean to me.
Your safety and care always come first.
That's why I'm leaving Edgar behind.
He's more than capable of attending to your needs.
Edgar's a good man, but we'll be fine by ourselves.
I'd never take that chance.
I always imagined giving this to my son one day.
If I don't return, I want Henry to have it.
I can't accept that.
I insist.
QUINN: Now, some may say the world will end in fire.
Some say ice.
From what I've tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire.
Visionary words, written by a wise man centuries ago.
Fire is pure and true, unlike certain humans who amass power only to grow corrupt and weak.
The Badlands are now led by people such as this! I know because I was one.
But I give thanks to the fire that consumed my false empire, and brought me underground here with you.
That fire gave me clarity.
And another chance.
To cleanse this land once and for all.
But this time, we are the fire.
Together, we will torch these liars and despots.
ALL: Yeah! Our fire will regenerate the land and let life flourish again.
Now we are the pure and the true! ALL: We are the pure and the true! Are you ready to be that spark of liberation? ALL: Yeah! Are you willing to die in the flames of the inferno? ALL: Yes, Baron! Then let's burn this world to the ground and start anew.
- ALL: Yeah! - (CHEERING) Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! - Yeah! - (ALL CHEERING) (THEME MUSIC PLAYING) ("NIGHT" PLAYING) You look exceptionally fine.
If we go down, at least we go down with style.
Want some advice from an old survivor? You are The Widow.
When you walk into that room, be what they least expect you to be.
Fearless.
(SNIFFS) Ugh.
Jellyfish.
(CHUCKLES) Baron Chau.
Look at them all.
A bunch of preening peacocks.
You know, I wasn't convinced you'd show up.
I was talked into it.
You're lucky to have Waldo.
The other Barons respect him.
If Quinn had kept his counsel, he'd probably still be alive.
Let's be honest with each other.
You married a Baron, killed him and took his title.
I defended myself against a monster, as I'm sure you would've.
I started at the bottom, as a Colt for my father.
And believe me, I trained ten times as hard as my sisters.
But I earned my title fairly by being tougher and hungrier than anybody else.
You know, I quite liked your husband actually.
He was a cold-hearted bastard, but we understood each other.
That doesn't surprise me in the least.
WALDO: Baron.
Waldo.
You look ravishing as always.
Might I have a private moment with my Baron? Of course.
Can we do this without her vote? Not a chance.
I've taken the temperature of the room.
It's, uh, chilly.
Broadmore's gonna back Ryder 'cause Ryder's made him promises.
Hassan and Rojas think Ryder has overstepped, but they won't vote with us unless we get a majority, so you need Chau.
I've been told to report that all the refugees have been confined to their quarters until The Widow returns.
Odessa, I hardly recognized you.
(CLEARS THROAT) Doll to butterfly.
Hardly recognize myself.
It's quite a metamorphosis from the oil refinery.
You should get back to the courtyard.
Training's about to begin.
Actually, I thought you could train me.
I'm Regent now.
I don't do that anymore.
I have to protect Mother's interests.
So why hasn't she taken you? I heard there's a big meeting with all the other Barons.
She left me here in charge.
Waldo went to protect her.
The old man in a wheelchair? I thought The Widow was about empowering women.
She is.
Mmm Don't you think the world's been screwed over enough by men? Come on.
She should have taken you.
It wasn't my decision, it was hers.
Maybe sometimes, you should protect her from herself.
(THUNDER RUMBLES) WOMAN'S VOICE: M.
K.
! M.
K.
! M.
K.
: Mom? Mom? Mom? (GASPS) M.
K.
, it's you.
Mom.
Mom, what happened? Everything you've done, I forgive you.
What? No.
No.
- No, no, no, no, no! - DARK M.
K.
: There's no use.
I told you not to come back.
Who did this? Look in the mirror.
Tell me! You're the one with blood on your hands.
Where are you? (GRUNTS) (BIRD CAWING) - Someone looks busy.
- (HENRY COOING) I'm making breakfast.
It was going to be a surprise.
That's so kind, Edgar.
Uh, Henry needs his daily dose of sunshine.
Could you let me into the ventilation room? Of course.
(KEYS JANGLING) - There you go.
- Thanks, Edgar.
I won't be long.
(LOCK CLICKING) (HENRY FUSSES) It's gonna be hard at first, but I know we're gonna be fine.
(GRUNTS) Wait.
I saw you at the reception, but I don't remember training you.
I'm new, Baroness.
One of the house Cogs fell ill and I had to step in.
I've spent all night preparing.
I hope you're not upset.
Actually, I'm quite impressed.
You're a quick study.
What's your name? Gabriel.
Well, keep up the good work, Gabriel.
(SIGHS) Baron, we got word from Gabriel.
- He's ready to welcome us.
- Mmm.
Do you remember your father, Jenkins? He died when I was a boy.
Well, you're lucky.
At some point, all fathers disappoint their sons.
And then you become a father and you realize that sons disappoint as well.
I haven't seen Ryder since the night he betrayed me.
I raised him to take power.
And he did.
Ryder will now pay for his sins, along with the other Barons.
Hmm.
Tell the men we're moving out.
(GRUNTS) Isn't this fun? Huh? (PANTING) We're climbing.
Up and out we go.
(HENRY FUSSING) Veil? Coming.
EDGAR: Are you okay? Yeah, fine.
Why is this door locked? It is never supposed to be locked.
I'm nursing Henry.
Do you mind? Sorry.
- Is something wrong? - No, ma'am.
Take your time.
(EXHALES) Mmm.
(CHUCKLES) You went to so much effort.
It's an old recipe.
I learned to make it when I was a Colt.
I foraged the mushrooms when I was on patrol.
Go on and have a seat.
Edgar, I don't remember the last time I tasted anything this good.
Thank you.
To good food and new friends.
Is everything okay? I just wanted to tell you how much I admired Sunny.
He always inspired me and the other guys.
No one would ever accuse him of saying too much, but when he went into action, it was a beautiful thing to behold.
The grace ofis sword strokes, he made killing look so easy.
Well, to Sunny.
To Sunny.
I'm sorry.
I didn't want to upset you.
I meant it as a compliment.
I understand.
That's just not the Sunny I knew.
You think he's still alive? I hope so.
Henry needs his father.
I don't feel so good.
(GROANS) Wonder if those mushrooms What did you do? You'll wake up in an hour or so.
Quinn (PANTING) Why? I'm sorry, Edgar.
Thank you for agreeing to meet with me, Baron Chau.
I have to admit, I was surprised by your invitation.
I'll get right to the point.
I want to offer you a deal on my oil.
This isn't about commerce.
It's about a way of life.
One that my ancestors helped build.
We've kept the Badlands running smoothly for over a century by providing a labor force.
And yet, you have chosen to wage a war against that reality.
Your vision of a Cog-free world is not only dangerous, but a threat to my very existence.
Five-eight-four-three.
That was my number in your Cog pens.
I was 13 years old, we were herded like animals, jammed in until we could barely breathe.
Torture and rape were a way of life.
So please don't lecture me on the virtues of the system.
Because I've experienced it firsthand.
And yet, here you are, a Baron.
You know, Quinn was a Cog too.
The strong always rise to the top.
That's always been the case with any species.
If you wish to free your own Cogs, that is your business.
But your so-called Sanctuary is becoming a haven for fugitives.
And that's a threat I cannot tolerate.
And once again, we're at an impasse.
Perhaps not.
Our world is at a tipping point.
A war is the last thing it can endure.
And if you lose the vote, a war will surely follow.
It is for that reason and that reason alone I'm willing to throw my full support behind you On one condition.
You must pledge not to shelter any more runaway Cogs on your lands.
I'll think it over.
I'll give you my answer at the vote.
THE WIDOW: I don't see how I can agree to this.
WALDO: Change doesn't come easy.
You lose this vote, this revolution falls flat on its face.
And they'll either banish you or kill you.
Either way, all your plans come to nothing.
You think that compromise is weakness.
It's not.
It's survival.
VEIL: Hey.
(SHUSHES) (HENRY COOING) No! (SOBBING) (SIGHS) Edgar.
(LOCK RATTLES) (CRYING) Now, Mommy needs to go and break this lock.
You stay here.
It might be loud, but you stay here, okay? (GRUNTING) (BOTH GRUNTING) Why, Veil? (SCREAMING) Quinn He'd kill me if I let you escape.
You know that! (SOBBING) Let me go! I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
No, you're not! (SCREAMS) - (GRUNTS) - (VEIL GASPS) (BOTH GRUNT) (GRUNTS) (GROANING) (GRUNTS) (PANTING) No.
No! No! (SOBBING) (HENRY CRYING) Henry.
Henry.
(VEIL SOBS) BROADMORE: This conclave of the Foundation Treaty members hereby commences.
The issue at hand is a A petition from our host to reclaim oil fields and associated lands.
We shall now hear from both sides.
I am here today at your request.
But I owe nobody an explanation, for why I took back what was rightfully mine.
Those oil fields belonged to my husband and his father before him.
I inherited them.
And yet, when Quinn seized them illegally, there was no conclave called to restore my rights.
Why is that? Perhaps there's a different set of rules for different Barons? BROADMORE: Quinn is dead, and we all agree the Badlands are better for it.
This is not about him.
No, it's clearly about me.
My actions are and were justified.
What was seized illegally is now mine again.
The Foundation Treaty is built upon many precepts.
I assume you respect them all, or is it just those that suit your interests? My feelings are well known on the issue of Cogs.
As such, I'd like to make a pledge to you today.
If my fellow Barons recognize my rights to the oil fields, I will halt the practice of giving runaway Cogs sanctuary.
(SIGHS) Although I ask that those who have already joined be granted the right to remain.
I hope that this compromise will put to rest any lingering concerns.
Don't believe a word this woman says.
She will try to free the Cogs as sure as the sun will set.
She is a treacherous liar! And I know from personal experience.
The Widow tried to convince me to incite a war between my father and the late Baron Jacobee.
Mmm, and you required no convincing.
Not exactly a denial, is it? You betrayed your father.
You murdered him, no less.
Who are you to stand in judgment of me? I stood against my father because he was reckless, because cared only about himself, because he was a danger to our way of life, much like the woman who stands before us today.
A vote against this pretender is a vote for a stronger alliance among us.
I submit that The Widow be stripped of her title and that she be banished from the Badlands.
About time.
What's on the menu? Chaos.
(GRUNTS) (CHOKING) (GRUNTS) All clear! (CHAINS RATTLING) The conclave has spoken.
You have been found in breach of the Foundation Treaty.
As mandated by the code of conduct, you are hereby stripped of the Baron title.
All your land rights and privileges are hereby revoked.
You have 48 hours to leave the Badlands.
You will take my land over my dead body.
Is that an invitation? No.
It's a promise.
RYDER: Well, then, why wait? Perhaps cooler heads might prevail here? We can still come to a peaceful resolution.
Oh, shit.
This just got a hell of a lot more interesting.
Heading into a conclave, it's a dicey proposition.
I'd like to commend Baron Broadmore for moving his family into a cottage two and a half miles south of his compound.
He's right to fear that someone might try to harm them.
Each of you have taken precautions to protect what is yours.
As have I.
If I do not return safely from this conclave, my butterflies have orders that they will carry out with swift certainty.
And none of your families will be spared.
Uh, she's bluffing.
When are you gonna learn that my crusade won't end with my death? It will only signal its true beginning.
(MALE GUARDS GRUNTING) (SHUDDERS) Did you miss me? You said you killed him! My son always had a slippery relationship with the truth.
It's kind of you to keep my seat warm.
Take my lovely young bride as your own.
You even raided my closet.
Is there nothing sacrosanct to you? QUINN: Kill them all.
(MALE CLIPPERS YELLING) (ALL GRUNTING) (GRUNTS) (SCREAMS) (WALDO STRAINING) (SCREAMING) (GRUNTS) (GROANS) (YELLING) (GRUNTS) TILDA: Waldo! (GROANS) (BOTH GRUNTING) TILDA: Mother! (GASPS) Well Where is he? He's your son.
He's never been as strong as you, you know that.
You two have been Behind my back The boldness of your deceitfulness is almost admirable.
Quinn.
Quinn, please don't! Quinn, please, please! (PANTING) QUINN: Ryder! (PANTING) You can't run away from what you did, son.
No forgiveness, no turning back.
Remember? They called this god Cronus.
King of the Titans.
A prophet warned that he was destined to be overthrown by his own child's hand, so Cronus devoured his sons the moment they were born.
I should have scraped you out of your mother's womb.
That's not Cronus.
It's Laocoon.
You got that wrong.
The world has been better without you.
You should've stayed dead.
(GRUNTS) Now that's more like the boy I always wanted.
The Ryder I knew never fought like this.
What did you do with him? (GRUNTS) - Hmm? Mmm? - (PANTING) (SNIFFLES) You wanted to take power.
Here's your chance.
This time, do it with honor.
(SNIFFLES) (SCREAMS) Do it.
Hmm? I didn't raise you to hesitate.
You take what's yours.
You take it.
Hmm? Take what's yours! Take it.
Take it! Take it! Ah! (GROANING) Why did you hesitate? You're my You're my father.
My father.
And you're my son.
You're my son.
Baron! We need to go! Baron! Now! Ryder! (PANTING) (SOBBING)