The Witcher
Season 4 – Episode 3
Episode title: Trial By Ordeal
Original release date:Â October 30, 2025 (Netflix)
Stars: Liam Hemsworth (Geralt of Rivia), Anya Chalotra (Yennefer of Vengerberg), Freya Allan (Princess Cirilla), Joey Batey (Jaskier), Laurence Fishburne (Regis), Sharlto Copley (Leo Bonhart), James Purefoy (Stefan Skellen), Danny Woodburn (Zoltan Chivay), Meng’er Zhang (Milva), Eamon Farren (Cahir), Anna Shaffer (Triss Merigold), Graham McTavish (Sigismund Dijkstra), Royce Pierreson (Istredd), Mecia Simson (Francesca Findabair), Mimî M. Khayisa (Fringilla Vigo), Cassie Clare (Philippa Eilhart), Bart Edwards (Emhyr var Emreis), Hugh Skinner (Prince Radovid), Therica Wilson-Read (Sabrina Glevissig), Jeremy Crawford (Yarpen Zigrin), Christelle Elwin (Mistle), Ben Radcliffe (Giselher), Fabian McCallum (Kayleigh), Aggy K. Adams (Iskra), Juliette Alexandra (Reef), Connor Crawford (Asse), Peter Mullan (Vesemir).
Plot: A witch trial pulls Geralt away from his quest. Ciri taps further into the darkness of her new life. Yennefer brings more recruits to her cause.
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The Witcher – S04E03 – Trial By Ordeal | Transcript
[murmur of voices]
[lively music playing]
[audience gasping]
Welcome to the stage, the one, the only, Geralt of Rawvia!
[audience cheering]
And who would our Silver Dog be without his witchy seductress, his ravenhaired beauty, Yennefer of Bangerberg?
[cheering and laughter]
Come on, girl!
Oh, I wouldn’t like to lose you, Yen.
Oh, but you have me, Geralt.
Oh, Yennefer.
[gasps] Hold me.
Don’t stop.
[gasps]
[squeals]
Oh! Oh!
I’ve been a very bad queen.
[grunts]
[Francesca gasping]
[actor moans] [gasps]
[sighs]
Please, don’t stop on my account.
I thought this was my fantasy.
You are a nightmare.
You’re no longer aligned with Nilfgaard.
No longer a tool in someone else’s fight.
Much more fun to use than be used, don’t you think?
Whilst I deeply… deeply envy this, the fight you’re avoiding is still happening.
Vilgefortz is hunting mages.
How many times have you given the speech?
Sorry?
It’s rehearsed. I can tell.
I can read you like a book. And this has precious little to do with Vilgefortz.
[tense music playing]
You do know how important Ciri is?
You’re right. You’re not the first person I’ve asked.
I’m trying to warn those of us left.
This is a witch hunt, and in my bones, I know it’s all to enact his plan for Ciri.
Which is?
I don’t know.
But if we work together to kill him, we won’t ever have to find out.
No. Not me.
Move on to the next.
I don’t have time for this.
I don’t have hope.
I lost my entire family.
You should understand more than anyone, so kindly fuck off.
I’m afraid I can’t do this without you.
[speaking in Elder]
Shit.
[lively music playing]
[buzz of voices]
[chickens clucking]
At least I spared you this part.
[Regis] My senses tell me that we’re drawing close.
What senses are those, exactly?
[ominous music playing]
[flies buzzing]
[squawks] Dead motherfuckers!
Dead motherfuckers! [trills] Every part of my brain is telling me we should… reconsider our direction.
It’s the right direction.
[Percival] Where they all coming from?
Emhyr keeps burning villages.
Refugees have to have somewhere to go.
Geralt!
This might be it.
My family might be here.
The road is long to Nilfgaard.
Every minute counts.
Are you sure you want to get into this?
I’m sure.
[Roach neighs]
[stirring music playing]
Remember, we do this fast, and we do it clean.
Smash, grab, and get the fuck out.
[horse neighs] Falka’s first official heist.
Ready to show us what you’ve got?
Yeah. Try not to fuck it up this time.
Well, thank the gods for your wonderful words of wisdom.
Thank the gods for rich, stupid folk, okay?
[horse neighs] All right, everyone’s ready?
[Giselher] Asse, now!
[woman screams]
[Giselher] Go, go, go!
[man] Please don’t rob me.
[woman] Why have you stopped?
[Reef] Stay right there.
What in God’s thunder is going…
Apologies, milady. Please step outside.
[Asse] Got it.
[horse neighs]
[yelps]
[Asse] It’s a silk cloak. Look at that!
Filthy Rats!
I know who you are.
That’s funny ’cause I haven’t got the faintest clue who you are.
I am Lady Gilda Adelina Everill Emengar.
[Reef] “I am Lady Gilda!”
Daughter of the Baron of Casadei.
My father will make you pay when he finds you’ve been laying your putrid hands on me.
My hands feel rather empty.
I want that brooch.
[gasps]
Oi! We’ve got company!
[Giselher] Grab what you can.
[Ciri] By the state of your dress, your father is a feckless thirdrate noble in a backwater province, presiding over more goats than humans.
We have more than you could ever dream, as opposed to your sad little self.
It’s clear you’ve got nothing and no one.
Falka, let’s go!
Run along. Like a good little Rat.
I do know you.
You’re a fool who thinks the world is safe for you.
Well, open your eyes, precious, because life is shit and blood and death.
[Gilda whimpers] Falka, come on!
[screams]
What have you done to me?
Given you your first taste of misfortune.
Adversity to overcome.
You’ll thank me one day.
Falka, now!
[neighing] Good day, milady.
[wheels rumbling]
[Gilda wails]
You’ll pay for this.
[sobs]
[bird cawing]
[wind whistling]
[sighs]
I’ll admit this is not where I expected Yennefer’s invite to lead me.
Ah, don’t hold back. Are you disappointed?
That she convinced you to join the side of good?
No.
Surprised.
And you’ve barely scratched the surface.
Now, get back.
What?
[cawing]
[Triss] Yen!
[Yennefer gasps]
Ooh. Hmm.
[Yennefer groans]
Polymorphy is a delicate art.
[Yennefer sighs]
We need to restore portals. I cannot think of a less dignified way to travel.
[sniffs] Hmm.
You’re welcome.
Let’s go see who else has answered Yennefer’s call.
[Triss] Come on.
[grunts]
[ethereal whooshing]
[witch] Oh the gods! This draft!
[Philippa] Assire. It’s a pleasure. I…
Yes, yes, Philippa.
Of course you are.
Oh!
Something smells simply intoxicating.
You with the raven hair.
What is that? Gooseberries?
Yes. And lilac.
I’m Yennefer. Thank you for coming.
Lilac? Yes.
I will need to take some of that home with me.
Won’t be able to keep the men away.
Now, you said there’d be wine?
Yes, this way.
[Assire] Oh, good!
[lively music playing]
She’s here?
Assire, yes.
You decided to come.
It remains to be seen if this is, in fact, the least worst option.
The air in here is tighter than a gnome’s arse.
My name’s Ximer, and no, you may not touch the beard.
I know you. You gave ’em hell at Sodden.
Those Nilfgaardians were roasted and toasted.
Thank you for coming.
Uh, I would shake your hand, but the last time I touched a ginger, she didn’t want to let me go.
[both chuckle]
I’ll do my best to resist.
[Ximer] Well, no shame in falling to temptation, love.
That goes for you both.
I thought you were bringing Francesca.
You did not put the Queen of Elves in your cleavage.
Yen!
[speaking in Elder]
[cracking]
[statue shatters]
[whooshing]
[Assire] Oh my!
[gasps]
How dare you!
Oh, my queen.
You’ve certainly taken a risk bringing Francesca here.
Are we really all supposed to be on the same side now?
Francesca, you must be exhausted.
Why don’t you freshen up after your most… undignified journey?
[grunting]
[energy crackling]
[power surges]
[yells]
[grunts]
So this is how you’re controlling portals?
By Vilgefortz’s design.
[power zaps]
[man groans]
A small demonstration of his growing power.
If his goal is to possess Ciri, then why not portal to her?
You’d be wise not to question him.
I’m questioning you.
[man groaning]
[scoffs]
Since the fall of Tor Lara, the girl has been impossible to locate through magic.
[man screaming]
[power surging]
[Vilgefortz] Have you no more to give the cause?
[man yells]
[Vilgefortz] Pathetic!
You are meant to be the chosen ones.
[ominous music playing]
[man groaning]
[Vilgefortz] I need more.
[man yells]
[whooshing]
[Vilgefortz] Ah!
No!
[rumbling and sloshing]
You’re using their Chaos.
A finite resource, unfortunately.
Unlike our master, who is selfhealing through his own sheer power.
[Vilgefortz] You.
[instructor] There’s nothing he cannot do.
Now, take your place at the edge of the portal.
Learn from this mission our method of recruitment.
Know your place…
[power zaps] Mmph…
Whilst recruiting mages to the cause is important, I…
Well, I believe that I can be of most use here.
[Vilgefortz] Is that so?
Go on.
At Sodden…
I chose which mage would be sacrificed to the fire.
This mage will serve his purpose, for a short while, but he’s lacking in true Chaos.
Use this girl.
Her Chaos is less refined, but stronger.
[breathing shakily]
[whimpers]
[energy crackles]
[screams]
[screaming]
Very clever.
[power crackling]
[girl moans]
Keep her here.
I may need her.
[soft crackle] [gasps]
[doors rumble]
[girl screaming]
[power surging]
[baby crying]
[Geralt] Everyone keep together.
[woman 1 shouts]
[Jaskier] Whoa!
Is that a stench worse than death?
[woman 1] Can anyone help?
[man 1] This way!
Oh no! Shit and cabbage.
Easy, Perce.
I’ve never understood why survival always manifests itself in boiled greens and a reluctance to dig latrines.
Witcher, do you really think they’ll be able to find their family here?
[Geralt] That’s the hope.
[rooster crows]
Well, boil my balls and call it tea.
If it isn’t the wallopin’ fuckin’ bard.
[chuckles] And if it isn’t…
Uh…
Yorp? I wanna say Yorp?
Come here, Yarpen!
[both laughing]
How are you, my friend?
Good now.
There’s the Wolf!
It’s good to see you.
And you.
Oh, don’t tell me you’re traveling around with this fuckin’ wank-stain?
Says the shit-smear himself!
You two… know each other?
What? You think all dwarves know each other?
Where’s your normal lot of sweet and endearing faces, Wolf?
On my way to get them back.
Aye, I know you will, then.
Shall we make haste towards that end?
We could use your help. And your… hammer.
[laughs]
Witness the reward.
Oh, thank the gods you’re safe!
[gasps] Mother! I’m here!
Oh!
[man 2] My sweetheart!
Boil my balls.
[woman 2] Over here!
[Beata] You’re here?
Beata? You’re alive!
Never lost. Always found.
It’s your sister. She needs you.
[Beata] Oh no! Talver.
Beata!
[stirring music playing]
[Beata] Excuse me.
[man 3] Over here. Hey!
[Geralt] Beata!
[man 4] An elven witch sent the Squirrels after your children.
Beata, what’s wrong?
He said my sister’s here.
Talver!
Let’s find her. Come on.
[man 4] Since the dawn of time, woman has been…
Oh, this crowd could turn at any moment.
Talver?
[woman 3] Stop! She’s no witch! Look!
[Geralt] Beata!
Witches are the reason we’re in this war!
[crowd yells agreement]
Our homes fell to Nilfgaard because of them!
I’ve done nothing wrong! Let me go!
We must purge ourselves of these wanton abominations.
Talver!
Beata! No!
[man 5] She’s a witch!
[woman 4] Another witch!
My sister’s no witch!
[woman 5] Witch!
Behold. Another in the same wicked bloodline.
[woman 6] Take her down!
Grab her.
[woman 6] Let them burn!
Let her go!
Look what the day has delivered to us.
A witcher.
[man 6] It’s a witcher?
She! She’s the one who bloodied him!
[gasping] Wi… with a spell!
It was my fist in his face!
And I will split you in two if you come near me again!
Witch!
[woman 5] She’s a witch!
Another one! Can we burn her first?
Yeah! Let her burn!
Witch!
Shut up!
You don’t have the numbers for this fight.
Oh, we have more than enough to end you.
Solve this with steel, become the monster you oppose, rather than what defeats it.
Your companion is wise.
Good people!
We have a witcher among us who has sworn an oath to protect mankind from monsters like these girls.
If he will agree to what is obvious to all of us here, we will allow him and his… companions to pass freely.
And that’s what?
That Talver Vermillion and her sister are witches.
[crowd clamoring]
No! Geralt!
This one feels like years ago, doesn’t it?
Another lifetime.
[man] Whoa! Whoa!
[Iskra] Quite the prize.
[chuckles]
How do I look?
Blonde could be fun for a while.
Yeah?
The Baron’s high profile.
A move like that could put heat on us.
Listen, we pulled it off.
No one was hurt. So what is your problem?
There are no problems.
Lads and lady loves, a fair.
Let’s find some fun.
Yeah, how am I not already beating Reef at something?
[gasps]
Oh!
[Reef laughs] Look at these, Dolly.
[Ciri] I like your doll.
[girl] Thank you.
I’ve heard there’s some sweets around here.
Mmhmm.
If only we had some…
Oh, what did she get?
[gasps] Thank you, Falka.
Aren’t you lucky, eh?
Looks like Falka’s got admirers.
[Kayleigh] She’s trouble.
It was in jest.
That’s not what I mean.
She’s not who she says she is.
None of us are.
You left the army.
I lived in a castle, for fuck’s sake.
But once you’re a Rat, you’re a Rat.
I’m… I’m trying to look out for you.
And I for you, when I say fill your mouth up with ale, cozy up to some juicy tits, and shut the fuck up.
Hmm?
I’ve not seen you here before.
This yours?
Milady.
Nice try. She’s mine.
[caller] Ariana, the amazing mermaid!
Hey, mister, what did she say?
Get off!
[caller] Come and behold!
Feast your eyes.
A mermaid!
Who’s next? Come and see!
Oh! You got a little bit…
Hmm. Some on your lip.
Mmm.
I’m glad you had a little fun with the carriage robbery.
But I need you to listen to me from now on.
[Ciri] Mmhmm.
When I say go, it’s time to go.
You want me to obey you?
More just trust that I know how to get us through.
Well, maybe I do too.
Remember the first time we met?
I ate for a week with a coin I pinched off you.
That’s not what I meant.
[chuckles] I wanted to get your attention even back then.
And it worked. Didn’t it?
I don’t know. Has it?
Oh, apologies, sir. It’s this crowd.
Someone should teach them some manners.
[coins jingle]
[gasps]
You absolute scoundrel.
[both laugh]
[wind chimes clanking]
[lively music playing] [Ciri, laughing] Good shot.
[Mistle] Oh.
Oh, come on.
[Ciri laughing] Ooh.
[Kayleigh] You’ve got to be kidding me.
Who are they talking to?
It’s not about that. Come on.
[Mistle] I don’t know.
I’ve got this weird feeling we’re being followed.
You are.
The famous Falka.
Hmm?
[thud] Oh my gods.
Take it…
[Ciri] So you don’t know him?
No.
We won’t get caught today.
We won’t get caught ever.
Especially now that you’re with us.
Now, come on.
[man] I can take my business elsewhere.
[Mistle] Stupid game anyway.
Like the last time you kept the crew waiting.
[solemn music playing]
[Yennefer] We’re hated for what we are.
We’re being hunted.
By both humans and mages.
By one of our own, who seeks power over everyone and everything.
There is no future for us if we do not survive this.
We must eliminate Vilgefortz.
I share your goal. But how?
We take him by surprise in his refuge.
His home.
If we find it.
Even if we do, we’re just a handful of leftovers.
With no allies. Yen, we’ve lost so many.
[Philippa] And we won’t lose more.
I’ll provide sanctuary here for all who are with us as we prepare.
If you want us to trust you, Yennefer, be honest.
Your urgency is less about Vilgefortz and more about a certain princess.
The blonde one is on to something.
I have heard stories of Cirilla of Cintra.
Fairy tales is more like it.
No.
We watched Tor Lara collapse under her powers.
We all have powers.
What makes her so special?
[sighs]
Because Cirilla is Hen Ichaer.
[gasping]
[Assire] Dear gods!
Many of you may have heard the story of Lara Dorren.
Undoubtedly the human version.
[Philippa snorts] A lie.
Always lying.
[Ximer] Expect us to believe it?
[Assire] I would know if it was a lie.
Let her speak.
[rumbling]
[bubbling]
[Francesca] This land, every tree, river, and ocean, belonged to the elves.
And then, the Conjunction of the Spheres.
Humans entered our world, displacing and killing us to claim the land.
Even now, we’re seen as blights on your world.
Are we not?
But a great elven sorcerer named Avallac’h offered us hope.
A key in the form of Lara Dorren, whose blood promised a new future.
They were to marry.
The mixing of the blood would create a child with the power to ascend us to Tir ná Lia.
The place we all dream of.
Our celestial paradise.
But instead, Lara fell in love with a human.
And their child could have been seen as a sign of balance.
Peace between our people.
Instead, humans murdered her.
[echoing scream] The child was taken.
[baby crying]
[Francesca] Through generations, we’ve waited for the power to reappear through her bloodline.
Ciri is her descendant.
[whooshing]
Everyone wants Ciri.
[poignant music playing]
To save elves.
To save magic.
To rule Cintra or the Continent.
She has the power to do all of those things.
That’s what makes her so special.
You’re right, Sabrina.
I do want to save Ciri.
I love her as a daughter.
But Ciri is what we all need now.
Hope.
I had a daughter.
She was murdered as an infant.
For nothing.
As a pawn for the power of men.
I will help you, Yennefer.
[gasps]
Let’s end this witch hunt once and for all.
[man 1] A witcher!
[priest] What say you, Witcher?
Confirm the monsters before us?
[clamoring]
[woman 1] Come on! Do it!
[Beata] Geralt, please.
Help us.
I will name any evil amongst you if I see proof.
[murmuring]
[man 2] Why should I testify?
[woman 2] Is he blind?
So where is the evidence?
We are law-abiding citizens.
Of course we have evidence.
Who will testify?
[yelling] All right. Me!
[woman 2] That makes one!
My white-pawed cat went missing the day she showed up.
And I found its bones in her possessions!
Murderer!
[priest] Show them!
[ominous music playing]
[Beata] Let go.
[priest] An illicit potion!
[Beata] No, that’s stock!
I was making broth of chicken!
Lies!
Boiled the poor fellow alive in a dark ritual.
[shouts]
[woman 2] Lies!
[Zoltan] Indeed.
It was a fine striped beast.
Whitebellied and proud.
Eyes like two chrysoberyls.
Everything you could want in a cat.
Bear witness, my friend.
Speak to what you know of it.
Ask the cat.
[cat meows]
It’s right there, lickin’ its own arse!
[crowd gasps]
[woman 3] Is it the cat?
She brought it back from the dead!
[screaming]
It’s not possible!
I’m just like you, trying to survive!
Shut up, witch!
[man 3] Witches!
Talver Vermillion!
You and your sister are sentenced to burn at the stake for witchcraft and treachery.
[echoing] Stop!
[woman 4] What’s he say?
[man 4] It’s settled.
You have proven nothing.
You have no say.
You have literally been trying to get him to say things this whole time!
A monster may have many heads, including ignorance.
[Geralt] If your priest has no evidence, then he must fight for his claim against me.
In trial by combat.
[gasping]
[woman 2] Fight! Fight! Fight!
[woman 4] Come on!
[all] Fight! Fight!
Everyone just calm down.
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Calm down!
Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
There you go.
[sighs]
Your turn.
[child cries outside]
[man 1] Shut up!
[Mistle groans]
[man 2] Shut up, you bastard!
I want the same, but on this side.
Okay, let’s do this.
[door opens] Falka, what are you doing?
They’re Casadei’s goons. All right.
I got us into this, so I’ll get us out.
[sighs]
You’ve been following us all day.
Nah. Just you.
Since before Glyswen.
[foreboding music playing]
I think you have me confused with someone else.
[laughs]
The princess commands!
[blade clatters]
[Ciri] We’re not getting caught today.
We’re not getting caught ever.
[chuckles]
[door opens]
[door closes]
When we met all those years ago…
Could you imagine that we’d be here?
I saw in you what you could not see in yourself.
And I… you.
How could I be anything but grateful to you for reuniting me with my dear daughter?
How is she adjusting to Nilfgaard?
Yes, quite well, considering she’s a fraud.
I cannot believe that you betrayed me.
Hmm.
How quickly you forget.
[Emhyr sighs]
The only reason you rule Nilfgaard is because I steered you to claim what was rightfully yours.
Where is she?
Cirilla is far greater than you.
Power like that could never be yours.
She will, however, be mine.
No.
I am her family.
Me.
She belongs with me.
She will be protected from those who would use her to secure their own fortunes.
[chuckles]
And you would not?
I have given you all you need to claim Cintra and expand your rule across the Continent.
It’s finally in sight.
Take it.
Get… out.
[door opens]
My lord is uncommonly generous in letting a mage who has deceived him simply walk away.
Uh, we could yet stop him.
[Emhyr] No.
[bell tolling]
His arrogance makes him insufferable.
But he remains useful.
He said Cirilla will be his.
He doesn’t have her either.
Hmm.
If I may, My Lord, we could announce your engagement to the imposter girl.
None would be the wiser.
[Emhyr] Why are you not listening to me?
I will not fuck a peasant from the gutter!
I will not be a false ruler!
My heir will be born of elder blood of my daughter’s womb.
Is that clear, Skellen?
[Xarthisius] In her, your seed will not sprout, but instead burst into flame.
A son is destined to rule the Continent.
Emhyr var Emreis will rule the whole Continent.
But to do so, he must first keep the half he already has.
Dare you question your emperor?
No. My Lord.
The battle lines are shifting daily.
Cintran holdouts fight for the North.
If we could announce that you were marrying their Cirilla, it will crush their spirits.
And this will buy us time to find the real Cirilla and fulfill the prophecy.
And… it will remind the Continent that whatever the White Flame desires shall be his.
Go forth with the engagement announcement.
A wise decision, My Lord.
I’m not finished.
I will fulfill the terms of the prophecy with my daughter.
You find and you return Cirilla before this… wedding of yours.
Or you will meet your end of days in failing me, Skellen.
So how do we find and defeat Vilgefortz?
[wind whistling]
[ethereal chiming]
[Yennefer] With a bit of help.
[low rumble]
[winces]
[power chimes]
[speaking in Elder]
[Fringilla, echoing]
I don’t have much time.
His operation, it’s formidable.
His army, it grows larger by the day.
Spy in the house of Vilgefortz?
How exciting!
We’re gathering mages.
Tell us how we find you.
Oh, no, you can’t.
The portal they brought me through, it’s hidden.
There’s so many layers that I couldn’t even pinpoint or track it.
[instructor] Your master calls you.
There’s someone coming.
[wind gusts]
Yes?
Master Vilgefortz would like you to select the next sacrificial mage.
As he wishes.
[heavy rumbling]
[crackling]
[Ximer] That girlie gonna be okay?
Are we going to be okay?
[sighs]
[squelching]
[device hits floor]
If we can’t find his keep, we’ll bring him to ours.
We will fight Vilgefortz here, in Montecalvo.
[man] You cannot possibly…
[man 1] You cannot argue.
[man 2] I absolutely can.
She’s a wild man’s, from a collapsed bloodline.
Cirilla is soiled by every manner of depravity across the Continent by this point.
Chosen over a virtuous daughter from one of our ancient houses.
[man 2] Who are already under attack.
Did you hear what happened to Casadei’s daughter, Gilda?
Some highborn bitch nearly slit her throat.
[whispering] [man 3] That’s not good.
[man 4] Is this what shall become of Nilfgaard?
Conquering others is fine.
Conquering us is not.
Our great emperor’s decision to marry, while we may find the choice, um, distasteful…
[men chuckle]
…advantages us.
So, why not let this marriage be the noose with which we both oblige our imperator and hang him?
You would have us stand against Emhyr?
As traitors?
Stefan, speak plainly.
I have, uh…
Come into some information which, if used correctly…
Would destroy an empire.
[gasps]
[sword rings]
[crowd clamoring]
Choose your weapon.
Nonsense. You’re a trained killer.
What chance do I stand against you?
What chance have you given them?
I’ll stand in his place, you wrinkled up ball bag.
I’ll do it.
I’ll pull him with his tongue.
I’ll help.
Any one of us would.
[Beata] Geralt!
[priest] Wait. Listen.
There is no reason for a trial by combat.
We have already prepared a trial by ordeal.
[sizzling]
If anyone can remove the horseshoe with no harm to themselves, the girls go free.
Otherwise, they are guilty and will perish.
I’ll show you where you can stick your hot flamin’ horseshoe!
Fuck this, Witcher. Let’s fight.
[crowd shouting]
[yells] To arms against these impostors for interfering.
[woman] Kill them!
[woman 2] Burn ’em.
[woman 3] Yeah!
[woman 4] Kill ’em!
[man 1] Tricks!
[Regis] This was the idea…
[gasping]
…if I’m not mistaken.
[man 2] Oh! Magic!
If so, I believe the divine judgment is unambiguous.
How’s he doing that?
The girls are innocent.
[man 3 yelps] Their defenders are innocent.
And I, just imagine, am also innocent.
[crowd muttering]
Show me your hands.
What sort of devilry is this?
[man 4] It’s witchcraft!
An abomination!
[gasping]
[man 5] Burn them!
[clamoring]
[man 6] Burn them!
[Beata] Geralt! Help me.
[woman 5] Get them!
[Yarpen] Back up. Move, you fuckers.
[Milva] Get back!
[Yarpen] Go on!
[dramatic music playing]
Nilfgaard.
Nilfgaard!
[man 6] Move! Go!
[soldier 1] Don’t let them get away!
[soldier 2] For Nilfgaard!
[Beata gasps] Geralt!
[Geralt] You’re free. Let’s move.
[Beata gasps] Get the horses.
Yep.
[crowd screaming] [soldier 3] Come here.
[girl wails]
[screams]
Oh no!
[man 7] Everybody run!
[sizzling]
[man 8] Filthy Nilfgaard.
[priest yelps] No!
No, no, no, no! Don’t!
Bless you, father.
Please! [screams] No!
[baby wailing]
[man 8] Get out of the way!
[screaming]
[horse neighs]
Ah! It’s the witch’s horse.
Give me that, you slag!
Shit. Go!
My horse!
[man 9] Come on. This way! Come on!
[Beata] Geralt! Help me!
Go!
[soldier 4] Get him.
Beata!
[Talver] Come on, let’s go.
[soldier 5] Yah! Yah!
Beata!
[poignant music playing]
It’s all right.
[Beata gasps] You’re all right.
[Talver] Beata.
No.
[sighs]
[Geralt] Oh.
[Talver sobbing] No.
No!
Run.
[Ciri whimpers] Geralt!
[gasping] Sh.
[Mistle] I’ve got you. It’s okay.
I saw someone I lost…
In so much pain.
I used to have those dreams too.
I had a family.
Two brothers.
Things and people I took for granted.
Do you not dream about them anymore?
I try not to.
The girl I was is gone.
[whispers] I used to think you were this scared little thing who needed me.
[Ciri] I’m not scared.
But I do need you.
[gentle music playing]
What do you want, Falka?
To not be alone.
Is that all?
That’s everything.
[flies buzzing]
[crow cawing]
Easy. Easy.
Ah.
So you did receive my invitation.
[chuckles]
[gentle whooshing and chiming]
[grunts]
You.
Who’s paying you?
Payment is for…
For bounties.
[joints crack]
And what’s this?
[blades ring]
I guess this is for fun.
[yells]
[swords clang]
[witcher grunts]
[groans]
[yelling]
[creaking]
[yelps]
[dramatic music playing]
[yells]
That’s the spirit.
[gasps]
[grunts]
Can you still use your signs with two fingers?
[groans] Hmm?
No? Didn’t think so.
[yells]
[yells]
[witcher wails]
[groans]
[yells]
[witcher groans] Get up!
Get up!
[witcher groans]
[grunts]
[screams]
I am very disappointed in you.
[witcher moans]
You know that?
You were supposed to be one of the greats.
[witcher yelps]
Come on.
[wheezing] You’re an embarrassment to your school.
I’m not through with you, Witcher!
[witcher moans]
[squelching]
[Skellen] Ahem.
Apologies for the interruption, Leo.
I have a job for you.
I’m busy!
Get up! Get the fuck up!
Ugh!
He’s dead.
He’s dead!
He died on me already.
Where’s the thrill in that?
Here.
[Leo] Hmm?
[panting]
Oh, there’s not many witchers left, you know.
You’re soon gonna need a new hobby.
[coughs] [sighs] [knuckles crack] You’re really… far from your emperor’s cunt.
Emhyr let his pet spy go out for walkies, has he?
Huh?
[Skellen] Here. Tell me.
Uh, have you ever heard of the Rats?
Aye.
I had a wee runin with them.
In Rocayne.
But, and… and they got away?
Ah… ’cause they recently toyed with the daughter of Casadei.
She described her attacker as a young woman with green eyes and ashen hair.
Green eyes, ashen hair…
[foreboding music playing]
No, I don’t remember that one.
Exactly.
Uh…
Uh, my network tells me she goes by the name of Falka.
Highborn accent.
Fights with immense skill.
Oh?
More immense skill than this fucker?
Hah.
I hope so.
She is worth, um…
She is worth a great deal to our emperor.
You know, finding her would be well worth your while.
Aah.
[Skellen] Hmm.
So kill the Rats, and, uh, bring you this… Falka.
Aye.
No.
No, no, no. No. no.
Kill them all.
[Leo] Uh…
Kill them all, hmm? Hear that?
[chuckles] Kill them all.
[somber music playing]
