Into the Badlands

Man: The wars were so long ago,

nobody even remembers.

Darkness and fear ruled until the time of the Barons...

seven men and women who forged order out of chaos.

People flock to them for protection.

That protection became servitude.

They banished guns and trained armies of lethal fighters they called "Clippers."

This world is built on blood.

Nobody is innocent here.

Welcome to the Badlands.

You lost, stranger?

Nomads ambushed a transporter a couple miles back.

Killed all the Cogs except one.

We don't deal in human cargo here.

- What's your interest? - The transport belonged to my Baron.

Check it out, boys.

We got a real live Clipper here.

Don't you dogs usually travel in packs?

What's in the trunk?

That's none of your damn business.

Ah!

Man: Get up. Get up.

- Let's go! - Kill him!

- (bone cracks) - (yells)

Ah!

There's nowhere to go, kid.

You want to tell me how you ended up in that trunk

and not dead like the rest?

Lucky, I guess.

Lying to me is a bad idea.

Someone named The Widow paid those Nomads to find me.

That one's yours.

Her name was Sarah.

She didn't deserve to die this way.

So now what happens to me?

I'm taking you back to the fort.

Or you could let me go. What difference would it make to you?

You'll survive a lot longer working in my Baron's poppy fields

than you will out here.

I'll take my chances.

You got a name?

Or do you just show up, kill people, and leave?

If I tell you, will you shut up?

Can't make any promises.

Sunny.

Sunny?

Why, 'cause you brighten everybody's day?

Dig.

- Seven. - (men shout)

- Eight. - (men shout)

- Nine. - (men shout)

- Ten. - (men shout)

- One. - (men shout)

- Two... - (men shout)

Welcome to the fort, kid.

- Five. - (men shout)

Regent present!

- One! - (men shout)

- Two. - (men shout)

- Come on. - Three.

- (men shout) - Four!

- What is this? - They're Colts.

Clippers in training.

Every boy gets the chance to join our ranks.

No, thanks.

Then you'll spend the rest of your life working in the fields.

Come on. You're about to meet the Baron.

He's welcoming the new recruits.

People once thought this a holy book.

They believed it held the answers

from a God that would save them.

Boys, there is no God in the Badlands.

How do I know?

A God does not feed you

or clothe you or protect you.

I do.

Most of you are orphans.

Your parents died after a life of servitude

and left you to pay off their debt.

But I'm offering you a different path.

The strongest among you will have the opportunity

to train as one of my Clippers.

Some see Clippers as cold, heartless killers.

But the men that fill this fort are more than that.

They're my family.

Once you're accepted into my family,

there is no other family.

Boys, I'm not asking you to be monks.

You can wick whatever you want.

But a Clipper's loyalty is to his Baron.

That's the first rule of our code.

In return, you get the best of everything...

food, weapons, women.

Come here, Sunny.

Remove the vest.

Quite a sight, isn't it?

Each mark represents a life,

a life that sunny has taken without remorse,

without regret.

Because he kills for one reason, and what is that, Sunny?

- To protect your interests, Baron. - That's right.

To protect my interests, Baron.

404 souls, all taken for me.

No Clipper in the Badlands

ls more feared or more loyal.

This man standing here is a far cry

from the miserable whelp I laid eyes on all those years ago.

Sunny was found naked and shivering down by the Rabbit River,

no parents, no past,

No name.

I figured if the Badlands hadn't killed him,

there must be a strength inside him,

so I took him in,

forged him into the man you see today.

Maybe the boy

who will follow in his footsteps

is in this room.

Is it you?

Or you?

Or you?

Now, I ask,

- do you want to be part of my family? - Boys: Yes, sir!

- Do you want the best of everything? - Yes, Baron.

- Do you want to kill in my name? - Yes, Baron.

Your future has begun.

Tell me why The widow's so interested in you.

I don't know, Baron.

You know what happens to people who keep secrets from me?

Get him in the pit.

Let's see what you're made of.

- Keep an eye on the boy. - Yes, Baron.

Father, I was handling the Nomad problem.

Why did you send in Sunny without telling me?

Turns out Nomads weren't the real problem.

The Widow was paying them to do her dirty work.

Another Baron is moving against us.

Just because she murdered her husband does not make her a Baron.

Call her what you want.

Our poppy can't be processed without her oil to run the factory.

You want to wait for her to choke us off?

If we strike, we'll be starting a war with the other five Barons.

If we do nothing, we'll look weak and they'll come after us anyway.

We do not move on The Widow.

Thank you, Sunny.

- What's this? - Give it back.

It's mine now.

You little shit!

Get off.

- That's mine! - Back off.

Give me that.

Get out of here.

Be careful.

Guys like Ajax start fights to show off for the Clippers.

They want to be picked as Colts.

I'm Bale.

M. K.

You watch my back, I'll watch yours.

Jacobee sends his regrets.

He's the third Baron to do so.

When you and I got married,

none would have dared decline the invitation.

Lydia, you offered to handle the wedding arrangements,

but if it's too much of a burden...

Oh, please, I'm beyond jealousy at this point.

Marry Jade, your Cog bride.

Take as many wives as you want.

Another headache?

I blame this one on you.

You need to rest,

let Ryder take some of the load.

We talked about giving him more responsibility.

So that's what this is about? Are you planning a wedding or a wake?

He's gonna succeed you one day.

Power is not inherited, Lydia, it's taken.

Perhaps you'd prefer if he cut your head off.

I wish he would. I've spent years trying to groom him.

Try harder. He's your only son.

Yeah, well, we both know he's not up to the task.

After everything that boy sacrificed...

for you, I will not let you abandon him again.

He's stronger than you think.

Boy: No!

What did you take from that boy?

You ever seen this before?

No.

You need to reconsider your position.

We have to move against The Widow.

- Your father made his decision. - No, you made the decision.