Wolf King (2025) s01e03 Episode Script

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It's the Wolf!
The Wolf has returned!
Carriage at the gates!
Nice of you to join us.
Baron Huth of Redmire
and his son, Lord Vincent,
and their ward,
the Rose of Hedgemoor, Lady--
The Rose of Hedgemoor,
Evenstar of the Seven Realms.
The Light of Lyssia herself,
Lady Gretchen.
Welcome to Brackenholme, Your Lordship.
It has been far too long.
Indeed, it has. And how you've grown.
You're as tall as the Great Oak itself.
I'm looking forward to catching up
with my boy Hector while I'm here.
Thanks for escorting Lady Gretchen.
Not every day
our cousin gets betrothed to a prince.
- Well, I
- Gretchen! It's so good to
Where's Lucas?
see you again.
I expected the prince
to be here to greet me.
Never mind the young Lion.
Where's the old Bear?
He's otherwise engaged
with a prisoner.
Hm?
Wait. That's mine!
How's your jaw?
My daughter packs quite a punch.
So her embroidery teacher tells me.
So, you're the Bear of Brackenholme.
And you're the boy
with the Wolfshead blade.
My name's Drew Ferran,
and that sword belonged to my mother.
Ferran?
It's been some years
since I heard that name.
You knew my parents?
I'm not what you think I am.
And what's that?
A threat.
You caused quite the scene last night.
Could have killed my daughter.
I would never have harmed Whitley.
Like you harmed your own mother?
I never killed my mum. Something else did.
It would've killed me too if I hadn't
changed.
When that thing attacked us,
my mum told me to find you.
She said you could help me.
I need to learn how to control this thing.
I'm no monster.
You're a Wolf, Drew,
which can only mean
you are the son of Wergar himself.
And that makes you a monster
in the eyes of many, especially the king.
Wergar was my father?
He was.
And the last time I helped a Wolf,
it nearly cost me my head.
I'm sorry, lad.
I can't wait to get married.
I mean, don't get me wrong.
I love Baron Huth,
but Redmire is way too rustic
for my taste.
Highcliff, though
I'll be in my element there
when I'm the princess.
You've met the prince. Dreamy, right?
First time I saw him,
he swept me off my feet-- Lucas!
Whoa!
- Watch where you're going.
- Hey!
I, uh
I expect there's a lot on his mind.
Oh
Hey! Is that any way
to treat your future queen?
What? You dare lay a hand on me?
Hey, sis. Oh.
Sorry!
Those are mine.
Just a few essentials.
Don't get up, Your Highness.
Wouldn't want you to break a sweat
by lending a hand.
Lucas?
Give it here.
Come on. Let's eat.
There's a good prince.
Oranges, get your oranges here!
Whoa.
Firewood, get your firewood here!
Mm.
Mm.
Ugh.
Morning, Mother.
You took your time.
My apologies, darling.
Sorry, old friend.
The morning has rather
gotten away from me.
So long as your prisoner hasn't, eh?
Rumor has it, the Bear has caught a Wolf.
The Lord of Haggard?
Baron Ewan, the Ram.
Calico?
Duke Brand, the Bull.
Windfell?
Count Carsten, the Hawk--
That traitorous bird
has been banished for years.
There's only one Hawk
who remained loyal to the throne,
and his name is?
Skeer! Baron Skeer!
Can you believe Bergan?
Hiding this prisoner away from me.
His prince, his ruler!
The Bearlords were never truly loyal,
far too fond of old King Wergar.
And he now protects this mongrel.
I should take both their heads back to--
Oh, hello, Piglet.
Look at you lurking under all your books.
How are your studies going?
Fairly well, my--
I suggest you do more reading
and less listening. Yes, piggy?
Yes, my lord.
Walk with me.
How can a Wolf still live?
Wergar was the last, and my father
put a silver sword through him.
If a Wolf does live, it could threaten
King Leopold's hold on the throne.
I need to speak to this prisoner
without Bergan.
This Wolf has his secrets.
We just need to squeeze them from him.
Then allow me to do the squeezing.
Your Highness.
- Your Highness?
- By order of Duke Bergan,
you are forbid--
Prince Lucas, right?
I don't know what you've heard
or who you think I might be,
but I'm just a kid from the Cold Coast.
That's the only place I wanna go.
Back to the life I had,
where I was--
There he is, the Wolf.
So quick to throw off
his sheep's clothing.
It's you.
This is always my favorite bit.
There you are, my boy!
Whoa!
Sorry, Father. Be right with you.
Anyone'd think he's avoiding me.
My brother never cared
for affairs of state, unlike me.
If I didn't know any better,
I'd think you were after something,
Vincent.
It's this way.
Hurry up. Drew won't have long.
Listen, boys. When we get in there,
let me do the talking, okay?
- This is no time for your big mouth.
- Better my big mouth than your big fists.
Says the girl who started
two street fights yesterday.
Excuse me? Both of those fights
were a diplomatic necessity.
Drew!
Hector, come on!
Please, please, stop.
Not until you tell us
why you're here, Wolf.
I only came here
to find Duke Bergan.
What do you want from the Bear?
For him to teach me how to control it
this this animal in me. Ah!
The old Bear in cahoots with this Wolf?
Smells like treason,
wouldn't you say, Vankaskan?
Drew!
Let the boy go!
Gladly.
Drew!
This way. Follow me.
Father. Stay out of this business.
Your own brother is mixed up in it.
That makes it our business.
You want to take sides against the Lions.
They'll burn Redmire to the ground.
Let the Bears get what's coming to them.
Release the prince.
You heard him.
Take your filthy paws off me.
And you'll let Drew go?
You have my word.
- No!
- Drew!
Whitley!
What is going on here?
Explain yourself.
You're about to experience
the wrath of the Lions.
Go. Now.
And leave me alone with my prisoner.
My prisoner, Your Highness.
My city, my rules.
Until we leave for Highcliff.
And then this pup will join us
as King Leopold's guest.
They can't do that, can they, Father?
We're not wasting
any more time in this dump.
I'm bringing the betrothal ceremony
forward to today.
Tell Lady Gretchen it's time.
We'll keep this Wolf
in my chambers for now.
We can't just let them take him.
You're the book guy.
What's that thing you always say?
"Knowledge is power"?
True. But I must have skipped the class
on saving Wolves from Lions.
I'd like to teach that Lucas
a lesson right where it hurts.
Get in line.
Honestly, I don't see
how we can help Drew with only two of us.
Well, there may be more. Leave it with me.
He's not the man he was.
Maybe I should pack in my studies
and take care of him.
Don't be silly.
He wants you to become a magister.
Just like he wants me
to succeed him as Baron of Redmire.
No, he agreed when I'm a magister,
I'll come home and assume my title.
Redmire needs a ruler,
not some lickspittle magician.
- Stick to your books, little brother.
- But I'm the eldest.
By a few minutes.
And if I refuse?
When Father dies,
I will become the Baron of Redmire.
One way or the other.
Where is she?
I don't want to stay in this backwater
a minute longer than I have to.
It's a lady's prerogative
to be fashionably late.
- I'm sure Gretchen will be here soon.
- My apprentice is also missing.
And Bergan's two brats.
I believe they've paid
your prisoner a visit, Your Highness.
Find them!
Hurry up.
This place is crawling with Lion Troopers.
He can barely walk.
Can't you go any faster?
I'm trying.
I think Vankaskan rearranged my ribs.
It's okay. Hector can fix you.
- You know how to do healing charms?
- Do Bearlords live in the woods?
Is that a yes?
I know a bit.
Then you're handy to have around.
Try telling my master that.
This way.
Quick. In here.
Let's try this way.
"My lady, the reports of your beauty
do you no justice."
"You truly are the Rose of Hedgemoor,
Evenstar of the Seven Realms,
the Light of Lyssia itself."
Oh, why, thank you, Your Highness.
Is she okay?
- What--
- Can I trust you not to scream?
- Move.
- No, not so fast.
Who do you think you're talking to?
- The Rose of Wedgemoor?
- Ooh.
Hedgemoor.
This is Gretchen,
Whitley's cousin and the future queen.
That's right.
So you might want
to take that into account.
Well, whoever you are,
the deal is you behave.
Wait. So, this is the great Wolf
everyone's talking about, is it?
Okay. I can't believe a scruffy turnip
like you has rattled the prince.
- What can I say? It's a gift.
- The only gift you need is a bath.
- You smell like a wild animal.
- You don't know the half of it.
Servant's passage. We're in luck.
After you, Gretchen.
I'm not going in there. It's for servants.
We can't trust you not to blab,
so you're coming with us.
No, no, no, I'm staying here.
So you can have more kissy time
with your mirror? We're not 12!
Says the girl who's still climbing trees
and playing with farm boys.
- At least I'm not marrying a Catlord.
- At least someone wants to marry me.
Can we do this after we get out of here?
They've been like this
since we were little.
I've learned to just wait it out.
Here, take a seat.
We don't have time for this.
The sooner I get to where I'm going,
the sooner you'll be done with me,
and you and your prince
can live happily ever after.
Well, what are we waiting for?
Oh.
Finally.
But if anyone ruins my big day,
I'll execute them myself.
Finally.
Come on. Let's go, let's go!
- Thank you, Broghan, for everything.
- Just get yourself gone.
We've started something today.
King Leopold is not gonna not like it.
- Uh, are you sure this old thing is safe?
- Father thinks so.
I hope you find
what you're looking for, Drew.
Far away from the Lions.
Thank you.
I never killed my mum.
I'm not the monster people think I am.
For what it's worth, I believe you.
I'm just sorry
I can't do more to help you.
On your way.
Stay where you are!
Drew. Go. Now!
I'll have you whipped for this.
Traitor! Siding with a Wolf.
A blow against one Boarlord
is a strike against us all.
As you wish.
Father! No!
No!
Father!
No.
I'm sorry, old friend.
Silver. That metal is outlawed.
There's plenty of silver to go around.
Lucas!
Hey!
Just let me go, and I'll release her.
Nobody else needs to get hurt.
I have them trapped.
Look out!
Lucas, call them off!
Use your sword, boy!
You two, hold on tight.
- Don't you dare!
- Drew?
- No!
- Drew!