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Carcer can control the dragon without a key.
Whatever it is, it's most likely in the hands
of the statue of King Veltrick
- But what was he holding? - Gawain. A sword.
At least we know what this is now.
But Carcer knows there's a sword too.
- And he'll be looking for it. - Jocasta Wiggs.
We find her, we find the sword.
- You're a werewolf. - I'm not just this.
Like you're not just a human.
What happened to Sergeant Swires?
I will join you, Vimes.
Our first arrest.
We're actually quite good at this, aren't we?
When are you gonna tell me who this is all for?
When everyone's dead.
No full moon tonight.
- You fed the prisoner. - Cheery's busy.
- What? - Nothing. It's just...
When we first met, you only came down here to...
What are you doing down here?
He's got hands.
And he has rights.
You know, rights?
Cutlery, boardgames, magazines, hour's exercise a day?
We should take him for a walk.
Maybe, sometime, you and I could...
Why would it take two people to walk a prisoner?
A walk would be nice.
Well...
It wouldn't.
Just a little bit of your blood.
Then you can have a snake, yeah? Snakey?
Vetinari's left us out in the cold.
Ooh, just a bit... There you go.
Goodboy, there you go.
Can't find Carcer. The sword.
And these tests, is all this really gonna help us kill that dragon?
You've upset him.
Ooh, it's okay.
Oh, snakey, snakey. That's for you.
There you go. Oh, that's it.
When I was in Carcer's head...
I saw myself. Older than I am now.
And I wasn't alone, Cheery.
Imagine that, huh?
Me.
Who knows what's in Carcer's head?
But I do know that there's someone for everyone, Captain.
Is that little shit singing at us?
Hey.
Let him out.
Better get my tambourine.
It's the dragon!
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The dragon's feeding all the time now.
- Hey, hands off. - Excuse me.
Thank you.
I found this, Corporal. There's papers inside.
Oh, dear. Who was that?
Member of the Koom Valley Re-enactment Society.
Probably on his way home from one of their gaming nights.
Met a couple in The Drum. Cool guys.
Well, the legend does speak of the Noble dragon
being partial to virgins.
Doesn't mean any of the victims were virgins, Lady Ramkin.
The first was a stamp collector.
The second, a struggling singer,
songwriter, model cart enthusiast and bookkeeper.
And the third was a spinster who lived in an abattoir
with her aunt and two Alsatians.
There's absolutely no connection there.
Probably an old superstition.
Yeah. We're all safe. Aren't we?
- Yeah, totally. - Erm, very safe.
Absolutely.
So, seeing as we've made no progress
in locating the sword which might subdue this beast,
I thought the least I could do
would be to try and stop Carcer from putting his hands on it.
- So, you've found him? - Her.
I tracked Wonse through the night.
I almost caught her but my cover was blown.
- You lost her? - Most of her.
Do you think you can help?
Tell her.
She already knows.
Find Wonse, find Carcer. Stop him controlling the dragon.
- Maybe figure out... - I'm not talking about that.
Take it from me, one day, it'll be too late.
Talk to her.
Just start with the small stuff.
Try it out on me, go on.
Do you... like bread?
Do you like bread?
Do... Do you like bread? Do you like bread?
Those squeaky boots blew your cover, did they?
- They're new. - Another flawed plan.
What's your point, Vimes?
You just go charging in like you can do whatever you want.
Kidnapping guild members,
strutting round Unseen University without a care.
Because if things go wrong, you've got less to lose.
I've lost plenty, Vimes.
How much them boots cost?
My ten dollar boots don't make a sound but the bastards leak.
Then the soles will wear thin. But, eyes closed,
I'll know where I am in this city
just by the feel of the stone beneath my toes.
Your feet will stay dry for ten years.
In the same time, I'll spend 300, 400 dollars
and my feet will still be wet.
What is this?
The Captain Sam Vimes "boots theory" on socioeconomic unfairness?
No, it's just...
That's good. I'm gonna keep that.
It's just, I realise the reason the rich are so rich
and the poor stay poor is 'cause the rich spend less money.
You have no idea what I do with my money.
Trail ends over there, in that diner.
All I can smell is Wonse, a few guys and a lot of cheap perfume.
Okay, team. Heads up. Eyes on me. Here's the plan.
My plan, right,
it'll require stealth and cunning...
She's already gone in there with an axe, hasn't she?
Shh. Bad boots.
They're new. Sorry to disturb you all, ladies.
"A few guys." Where's Wonse?
There. In the back.
Table for five, is it?
- Are you Igor? - Who wants to know?
We're The City Watch. Well, most of us.
_
Take out the trash!
_
I'll unstitch your other hand and staple it to your face.
How about that?
_
Wait up. We'd like to ask you a few questions.
We're closing. Drink up, ladies.
It's just her cloak. Wonse faked the trail.
Drag goblins.
The worst kind.
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My spy pigeon heard of this place from a rat.
He said there's a woman. The one we're looking for.
Jocasta Wiggs.
She's kept away from the others.
And she still has the sword?
We'll find out.
When I hold it?
The grimoire dictates the dragon will present itself,
obey you.
The rat also said
the creatures they keep in here howl through the night.
That he's never known such fury.
Talkative rat.
Get ready.
Here at Twilight Canyons, spell-casting,
vampire mesmerism and orgies of the undead
are only permitted in designated areas.
Visitors?
- Mifelle? Have you come for me, Mifelle? - Get away from me, lady.
Take your hands off him, Contessa.
Can't you see it's not Michelle?
Would you like a cup of tea, Michelle?
Huh?
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Move.
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Remember. Twilight Canyons is a safe community.
Violence will not be tolerated.
There.
Jocasta Wiggs.
No. It can't be.
I'm out.
Shit, I'm out. What now?
Has anybody got anything to say?
'Cause now's the time. All right, I'll start.
Do you remember that time you all woke up and nobody had any eyebrows?
- Mmm. - It wasn't those tiny blue men.
It was me.
That was you?
- Why? Why? - Eyebrow experiment.
If we are going to die,
let's die with our boots on, shall we?
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What did that little one just say?
No idea.
Jocasta?
- Have you come for me? - Not for you.
Give us Gawain.
The sword.
She doesn't know what we're talking about.
She barely knows herself.
Time has taken her memories.
You've been erased.
In this story, I don't remember your face at all.
Damn it!
The sword.
Who paid you to stitch us up?
Talk, you stitchy little shit.
Lady Ramkin!
What? It's not even his real hand.
All right, Igor, fancy some more stitching 'round the mouth?
- Captain? - Cheery?
- Done with that needle? - Almost.
- Well? - Captain, I don't like this.
- I love this. - So do I.
Hmm?
It was a woman.
I think she was some kind of a wizard.
Or a witch.
She was with this guy.
Heard 'em say they was heading for some kind of a facility.
A dangerous place.
That's all I know.
That's Veltrick. So that's...
That's her?
She did all these.
Must have been years ago.
She was trying to not let the memories go
but they've finally let her go.
But why risk their lives stealing from the Assassins' Guild?
Did the sword call to her?
Well, if it did, it wasn't just her.
There were two of them.
Look, they fled the guild together.
And were chased by the Assassins.
Sailed across the great sea at Quirm,
into the Uberwaldian Mountains.
Their journey must have been tortuous.
Crippling.
They passed through Nothingfjord,
Koom Valley, Sto Lat.
Assassins in pursuit and Jocasta getting weaker all the time.
What magic is so powerful that it can drive
two women to the edge of the world?
Maybe it wanted to be destroyed.
To be thrown into nothing,
erased from existence.
But they didn't throw it away.
Jocasta was betrayed.
- The other one still has it. - Perpetua.
There was a tomb with that name.
Above hers.
Assassins are buried with the weapons they're carrying
at the moment of their death.
If she still had the sword when she died,
we know where to find it.
- Where's the other one? - _
Find him. Catch up.
Would Cohen the Barbarian please report to reception.
Your chiropodist, Carol, has arrived.
Well, we've got nothing we can use from Stitchyman.
Soon, Carcer will have the sword and we'll all be dead.
You know,
if there's one thing I've learnt in all these years...
Is that no matter how bad things look,
something always comes along.
Take our little friend here.
Spike.
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Spike.
Spike helped us escape
right when we needed him most,
all because Cheery showed a moment's kindness.
Now, we can either sit and drink and despair,
or we can have faith that someone, somewhere...
is seeing all those little things that barely get noticed.
Someone knows they add up.
They matter.
I think I'm gonna be sick now.
Nobody's gonna help us. We're on our own.
We've got nothing.
What's Twilight Canyons?
_
Welcome to Twilight Canyons.
- This is a safe community... - Visitors!
Is it Mifelle?
Don't be stupid, Contessa.
How could they all be Michelle?
Somebody sent us a message.
I did.
Sergeant Swires?
Don't call me Sergeant.
And don't expect me to call you Captain.
Something strange has happened here.
- I saw someone. - Carcer.
He hasn't changed since that night. How is that possible?
We're still working on it.
Are you all right, Connor?
Swires, I, uh, I didn't know...
What, that this is where we go when they pension us off,
if we're lucky?
Just 'cause you don't see us any more,
doesn't mean we're not still there.
This is who he came to see.
Be gentle with her. She's not well.
Here, Jocasta.
- _ - And Perpetua.
Raise it to the sky.
- The dragon will complete the ritual... - Not here.
Then where?
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Let's go.
The wonders this pair must've seen together.
Jocasta, did you tell Carcer where to find the sword?
No. She can't tell you anything.
And all I know about her is that she was once in The Assassins' Guild.
Whatever she was, she isn't any more.
She did all this before her memory finally faded.
Means nothing to her now.
These drawings must've told Carcer something.
Otherwise he'd still be here.
We need more than she can give us.
This should be enough to keep her here
for the rest of her days.
She needs the cane to support her.
Perpetua Rose Jones.
Ah, Michelle.
You're not Michelle.
Erm...
Let me get a better look at you.
Would you like a cup of tea, Michelle?
No.
Yes, that'd...
thank you.
All out of Basilisk Piss, though.
All vampires, please be aware
that the soup of the day may contain garlic
and priest croutons.
Madam, you forgot your...
I know, but she will not be able to take those with her.
Huh.
You're not afraid?
Growing up in the mines,
I always knew you were there
even though I never saw you.
Huh!
I suppose you must be here a lot more, though?
All the old folk?
Nights. Weekends.
And they've started calling me Michelle.
It must get quite tiring? Dull?
Actually it does.
Nobody ever understood that before.
It gets lonely.
I can imagine.
Would you like to go for a drink sometime?
Sorry?
Uh, nothing. Nothing.
I should go.
Dammit, which way did she go?
Ah, Michelle. At last.
Can't take it with you...
This is where they dumped us as kids.
We start here. Light a fire they'll all see.
Why isn't it working?
It's the hilt.
What now?
You had a cane with you when you were brought here.
See? Look at the hilt.
Look closely.
It's the same hilt as the sword's.
Perpetua...
the woman who brought Jocasta here,
she split the sword in two.
Took the blade with her,
and left Jocasta with the real hilt.
Who trained this kid, Vimes?
Why do you assume it wasn't me?
Because this is the cane.
When Jocasta stopped walking,
she let me borrow it.
I never noticed the hilt before.
Carcer doesn't have what he needs.
Well sooner or later,
he'll be back.
All right, listen up.
Here's the plan.
Are those um, Carcer's goblins?
Oh, they're all right.
I mean that one there's the best arse wiper
- in the whole place. - _
Okay, then.
Right. Lady Ramkin?
You, the arse wiper and the other one will deal with Wonse.
Rest of us will hide in here with Jocasta and the hilt.
They're the bait. And if anyone sees that sword,
Grab it.
There's never any fighting in Twilight Canyons...
Well, there's gonna be fighting now all right.
So you better get those 'oul farts and get them to safety.
Oh, you don't understand. Listen to me...
No you listen to me,
I've had it up to here
with people telling me how to do my job.
So, I am putting my thing down...
- So you have a thing? - Yes. Yes I do.
And it's going down.
My plan, my way, for once.
All right?
I know that sound...
Take the sword.
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Lady Ramkin.
I see you've got the sword.
And you've still got those boots.
They're new.
He's breaking them in for me.
Hmm.
Hello, Carcer.
Give me the hilt.
That's no way to greet an old friend.
Are you going to give it to me
or do I have to take another handful of hair?
Help yourself.
I was hoping you'd say that.
And I was hoping you'd say that.
It's over, Carcer.
Your attention please. Your attention please.
Imminent violence has been detected.
The displacement spell is now active.
Whoa.
What is happening?
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How are you still alive?
How are you still... a kid?
I was never a kid.
I had to grow up and take care of myself
'cause no one else would. Took care of you, remember?
You hate me for what I did.
It's not just what you did.
It's everything you're gonna do.
Why'd you want to burn the city?
To pay it back.
Tell me.
You think you wanna know but you don't.
- You really don't. - _
What happened to you that night?
After I fell, I hit the ground.
But not this ground.
I found myself...
There will be jingo in the day-room in ten minutes.
Non bi-heads especially welcome.
Something just broke the curse.
A greater power...
We're done dancing.
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Carcer?
Gone.
Wonse?
What happens when this thing comes together?
- Does the dragon... - Last time she held this thing
there was no dragon. So who knows?
You should all clear out.
We're going nowhere, Captain.
If it comes, we'll use the sword to send it away.
End this.
This is it.
No, that's just my theme tune.
Scares the shit out of Barbarian Hordes.
Also aardvarks.
Gawain?
It's m y stage name, love. Call me Wayne.
The key to controlling the dragon
is a talking sword called Wayne?
Ancient magical artefacts are used in many rituals
How do we use you to get rid of the dragon?
Demon summoning. Witch control.
Answer us, Wayne or I'll slap you with this hand.
Slap away
but I'm afraid all my black magic gigs blur into one.
I know you...
You spoke to us.
Indeed.
Only to you.
Only to them?
Only true lovers can hear Wayne.
- But I'm not. - No, no lovers here.
- We're colleagues. - And really good friends.
Turn it down, Carrot.
This, my friends, is the "Way of Wayne."
If you hear me,
you got some kind of love in you.
The Assassins' Code forbids them
from being governed by their feelings.
There is no love there.
Their love was too powerful.
Exactly.
The sword...
Wayne, he...
He didn't reach out to them.
They woke him up.
I knew those two ladies were in love before they did.
That's what this is.
Two people wanting to see the world together.
Share everything.
Before the Twilight took 'em.
Let me tell you,
love is the most magical,
elemental power in the universe.
It can change realities.
Unlock closed hearts and closed minds.
If this lady ever remembered she was in love,
she'd remember everything.
What if it's right, Captain?
If... love...
that power really can unlock a closed mind?
If Jocasta remembers her feelings,
maybe she'll remember more about Wayne,
tell us how to use him.
She spent all that time with him.
Maybe he let something slip.
I found this.
I thought it felt like punishment
but it was about protection.
"This should be enough to keep her here for the rest of her days.
"She needs the cane to support her.
"Perpetua Rose Jones."
No violence here.
No one could hurt her.
Is there more to it than that?
The letter already led us to the hilt.
We're missing something.
It'll be between those lines.
Or behind them.
Unsaid...
Unseen...
Unseen University.
Reading room.
We take this in there with Jocasta,
get her to look at the lines maybe it'll unlock something.
Maybe she'll remember.
Mm.
Come on.
There's still a place in The Watch House for you, Sergeant.
Ah, I belong in here with this lot.
Just as you belong out there with your lot.
Captain.
World's never needed The Watch more than it does now.
Welcome back.
We remind you that as a mortal being in an inter-dimensional eternity,
you must please keep away from the edge.
If you fall, you will fall forever.
And die forever in eternal, endless agony.
Thank you. Enjoy your visit to The Observers' Realm.
Carcer Dun.
We sentence you to erasure
for attempting to reveal our existence to another mortal.
What?
Ours is the only Watch.
The Great Watch that keeps all things in their rightful place.
That storm was the wizards' fault.
I never asked to be sent the future.
The anomaly of your presence there was only tolerated
because you agreed to go back
and destroy this version of our ultimate enemies.
"Version?"
The ones whose rise
threatens the natural order of reality.
The Watch?
They're still nothing back there.
They are beginning to believe in themselves.
This will inspire others to believe
and then the mess of human feeling and imagination
will rot reality from inside.
That's what you...
you don't get.
You want everything to be only what you can see.
There must be stability.
Science.
That's why you still need me.
There is no atom of hope.
No molecule of love.
I can understand things that you don't.
Look into a man's eyes and know what's behind them.
Do not fail us again, Carcer Dun
or you will cease to exist.
I won't fail.
Good.
Okay...
Bye then.
Bye.
Bye-bye.
So is there like a door I can use...
Thank you.
You two go in with Jocasta.
I don't think that's a good idea.
Let's get this over with.
You're not getting any better, are you?
"This should be enough to keep her here."
"Keep her here."
"She's sick."
"I can't run with her any more."
Keep reading.
"Keep her safe,
"I can't protect her.
"Jocasta my love, I will try to lead the Assassins away.
"When you feel alone,
"just hold the hilt and I will be near."
I can...
I can feel.
You left The Guild because...
You can't kill and love.
But you hope you can.
Angua?
You want to run with her?
I just want to know.
You think you'll never catch her.
You remember...
don't you?
The night the sword spoke to you.
The night you took him, you went running with him.
With Perpetua...
There's more in you than you realise
You remember you used to dream...
about others...
other artefacts.
In this place I can remember,
remember nothing but love.
How long can I stay here?
Nothing lasts.
Some things do.
Blood.
Whose is it?
Yours.
Took some while you were sleeping
in case I ever needed to trace you.
The spell should've found you.
But you were...
nowhere.
It was them, wasn't it?
The ones you're afraid of?
The Watch must have found something we missed.
I should take you off the case more often, Vimes.
It was very effective, sir.
We have the sword in our custody...
So the interrogation has begun?
We must question the sword, Vimes.
See if he can help us find the remaining artefacts.
I was going to impound him, sir.
To keep him from being used.
Best way of...
When our streets were overrun with crime,
we thought the best way
of stopping it was to arrest the criminals.
Lock them up.
Punish them.
But in the end,
the solution to the problem was control.
Look inside the chest, Vimes.
The remains of many of the bounty hunters
who came to solve our latest problem
You see, Vimes?
You can't kill a beast by feeding it.
You're talking about
controlling the Dragon yourself, sir?
Need I remind you, Vimes?
That failure to comply with my orders can only be fatal.
? You could talk all night ?
? But it won't get better ?
? There's a strong storm comin' ?
? We won't make a sound... ?
So... have either of you ladeyz
heard these rumours about the dragon's feeding habits?
No.
Ah.
You the head of The Thieves' Guild?
Private party. Piss off.
Excuse us.
We heard Lord Vetinari has sanctioned you
to hand over your profits to Doctor Cruces
at The Assassins' Guild.
- Well... - It's not an appropriate punishment
for trying to murder her.
It's a humiliation.
Who are you?
We want you to steal something.
A sword...
A sword that will give you power
they can never take away.
- _ - A sword that's with someone
- whose conscience is his weakness. - _
Who will never know real power.
? Silence is deafening... ?
_
Look at what the Noble dragon's done to this city.
People live in fear.
? Is it goodbye for us ?
They put their faith in useless potions and charms...
and backstreet magic.
Some even believe that Vetinari will protect them.
- ? I gave you my trust, trust, trust ? - _
? Guess it wasn't enough... ?
_
But the sword is the only way
to control the dragon.
With the sword the city is yours.
And it's in the hands of a fool.
Who can't hold onto anything.
All you have to do...
is take it from him.
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