Wolf King (2025) s01e02 Episode Script

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Welcome to Brackenholme.
Find Duke Bergan.
Time to make a move.
Help!
- What?
- Anyone! Help!
Ugh.
- What's the matter, lad?
- I'm dying here.
What's wrong with ya?
What, cat got your tongue? Wait.
What?
No, no, no, no!
Duke Bergan!
You don't understand!
I need to talk to Duke Bergan!
We've got a wild one here!
Let me go!
Duke Bergan, no!
Get your oranges here.
Ten oranges, half a crown.
That'll be half a crown, please.
Half a crown?
Hey, come back!
Are you gonna pay for that?
Here.
Bless you, milady.
The Lions, they think
they can just take what they want.
Yeah.
- Move!
- Whoa!
Hey!
Chancer!
Come back with my horse!
Whoa!
Hey! What are you doing on Chancer?
He's a good horse. I think I'll keep him.
You can't do that.
I'm the prince.
I can do whatever I like.
And I say you can't!
How dare you
talk back to your future king.
No!
Now, that's enough.
Is there a problem, Your Highness?
What sort of backwater is this, Bergan?
- Your brat just went for me.
- I did not!
Lady Whitley seems
a little short-tempered this morning.
Perhaps she should return to her room.
Okay, maybe I did,
but he's going to take Chancer.
Go to your mother, Whitley.
You'll find her in the embroidery room.
Your Highness, you don't want this horse.
He has terrible wind,
and I'm sure you noticed his limp.
Come.
I have just the stallion for you.
- I need to see the duke.
- So I hear.
Here, catch.
Duke Bergan will see you soon enough.
Once the Lion is out of the city, that is.
The Lionlords are here?
Just one.
The king's son, Prince Lucas.
He's here for his betrothal
to Lady Gretchen of Hedgemoor.
My father has his hands full
entertaining him at the Great Oak.
- Your father's the duke?
- Lord Broghan, at your service.
You must be Drew.
I've heard a lot about you.
Right. Whitley, your sister.
Lady Whitley.
And the old ranger, Hogan?
Recovering nicely, thanks to you.
I hear you also
kept my sister out of trouble.
Let me out of here. We're even.
All in good time. Enjoy your breakfast.
Do the Bearlords hand-deliver breakfast
to all their prisoners?
Nope. Not all.
Prisoner's weapons, sir.
Thought you might appreciate
the, uh, craftsmanship.
Yes.
We would not want this
falling into the wrong hands.
Oranges! Get your oranges here!
Hey, you can't just help yourself.
- Lion Troopers do as they please.
- Wait. No, you--
What are you smiling at?
Oh, it's just you've given me
the perfect excuse
to be late for my sewing lesson.
Leave this man alone.
Lord Vankaskan.
What is all this commotion?
Your soldiers
are stealing from our traders.
Is that so?
Mmm.
Fructasius perfidium.
No, please don't!
This fruit is rotten.
Why would anyone want to steal it?
Come, Hector. Watch and learn.
A magister catches everything
and misses nothing.
He knows all. He hears all. He sees all.
Hector?
Hector!
- Hector? Hector!
- Shh!
Here, buy a new stall.
And steer clear
of the Lion Troopers in future.
You're too kind, Lady Whitley.
Whitley!
Nice company you're keeping
these days, Hector.
A Ratlord? Really?
Every magister starts somewhere.
- You're gonna be a magister. That's huge!
- I know!
If Vankaskan doesn't have me
whipped for wandering off.
So, if you're a big-time magister now,
does that mean you know all about
identifying Werelords?
- I know a bit.
- Then you're coming with me!
Oh, what?
Hey!
We're under strict instructions
not to let you in.
Strict instructions from whom?
- Your brother.
- Ugh!
Uh you wouldn't dare prevent
the royal magister from entering?
I'm only the apprentice.
He's very tetchy,
and he's quick with a hex.
If you cross him,
he'll turn you into weasels.
- Right, Hector?
- Weasels?
Oh yeah, weasels.
- I am kind of a big deal.
- Yeah.
What page was that
weasel spell again, Hector?
- Page 166.
- Thanks.
Uh, thanks so much. Thanks, appreciate it.
- Come on.
- Oh!
Whoa.
When you said he was different
You have got to be kidding.
Well, that's charming.
- You threw me to the Lions.
- Bears, Drew.
And trust me, this is the safest place
for you right now.
And who's this guy?
What's with all the scribbling?
He does that.
Hector knows stuff.
- Knowledge is power.
- Ow!
There are tests
I can perform on this hair that can--
Wolf.
Drew!
Visiting hour's over, Lady Whitley.
Did you see his eyes?
I'm telling you, Whitley, he is a Were--
Not so loud.
That's what I was trying to tell you.
But how is that possible?
Shh.
And here we see the White Oak,
Your Highness.
Also known as the Tree of Life.
Incredible. Another tree.
Brackenholme is Lyssia's
oldest city, the Great Tree
Shh.
Is there much more of this?
None of us are getting any younger.
Even I know
King Leopold killed all the Wolves
so no one could challenge--
Drew's a Wolf,
which means he's a threat to Leopold
and Lucas's claim to the throne.
A new Wolflord could change everything.
It would shift the balance of power
in the Seven Realms,
turn the world on its head.
We have to keep Prince Lucas
away from Drew.
Enter.
Um I I'm so sorry I'm late, master.
It it seems time ran away--
You keep me waiting again, boy,
and your life won't be worth living.
Get your journal out. Start taking notes.
Yes.
Um
"Werelords can only be harmed
by silver, by fire, by magic,
and by their fellow Werelords."
Well, I guess apart from that,
they're indestructible
Mmm. Knowledge is power.
On behalf of myself and Duchess Rainier,
we thank you all for joining our feast.
We are honored
by the presence of Prince Lucas,
ahead of his betrothal to our niece,
Lady Gretchen.
A toast to our guest.
Prince Lucas!
Yes, yes. Sit down.
Any word on when
our guest will be leaving?
Soon.
I need to speak to you about my prisoner.
Now isn't the time,
not with the Lion cub
breathing down your father's neck.
But it's important.
It can wait. Especially after
your encounter with Lucas this morning.
Bergan.
My magister tells me there was
a commotion at your gates last night.
Something to do with the new prisoner
you have locked up in the Black Oak.
New prisoner?
Surely you remember. You were there too.
The boy Lady Whitley captured.
In fact, she took my apprentice
to visit him earlier today.
Didn't you?
Well, if Duke Bergan
won't come to me
The Great Oak.
That's where Bergan will be.
Hm?
Huh.
Oh.
Anyone would think you're trying to hide
something from me, Bergan.
Nothing to concern yourself with.
A rogue Orb Spider, nothing more.
The perils of living
in the Dyrewood, eh?
And, um,
this mysterious prisoner?
Some Wylderman
who followed my daughter home.
A Wylderman who you decided
to keep in the most secure cell,
at the very top of the Black Oak?
And
Sorry. Why haven't you dealt
with this Wylderman already?
If you're too squeamish,
I'll execute him myself.
As a kindness to my hosts.
Ma--
Thank you for your generous offer,
Your Highness,
but don't let this disturb your dinner.
I'll have him brought to you. After all,
he's my prisoner.
Seems like I had
your daughter all wrong, Bergan.
She's smarter than she looks.
No, no, no, no.
What was that?
Stupid boy.
Where do you think you're going?
I have to find Bergan.
I need to know the truth.
You have no idea
how much danger you're in.
How much danger we're all in!
Come with me.
Drew!
- Easy, farm boy
- You won't fool me twice.
I made a promise to my mum,
and nothing is gonna stop me.
No, no, no, no! Not that way!
I don't like to be kept waiting, Bergan.
- Go and see what the holdup is, boy.
- Yes.
Wait.
Who did this to you?
Answer your prince!
The prisoner!
The prisoner! It was the prisoner!
Only another Werelord
could have wounded him like this.
Bring me that prisoner!
Drew!
Whitley?
No!
What are you doing?
The fall will kill you!
I'm not letting you go!
No, no, no! No!
No! Get back!
Stop the elevator.
Is Is that a Wolf?
- Surely not, Your High--
- Look! I can see it with my own eyes.
A Wolflord!
- It's the Wolf! The Wolf has returned!
- Quick! Bring more men.
Stand back! Move back!
Nothing to see here. Get back!
The Wolf is back!
The Wolf is back!
The Wolf has returned!
The Wolf--
The Wolf has returned!