The Wingfeather Saga (2022) s03e03 Episode Script

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[musical swirl ♪]
[KALMAR] It’s me!
Kalmar!
Chief Kalmar the quick!
Remember?
I declare this revel afoot!
Oh, do you now?
Only problem is, you have to be
a strander chief
to declare a strander revel.
Am I right?
[grunts and groans]
[CLAXTON] And to be
a strander chief,
you have to hold
the chief’s pone.
[Kalmar grunts]
You got a chief’s pone, boy?
[Kalmar grunting]
[CLAXTON] Any o’ you backbiters
got a problem
with me bein’ chief again?
Didn’t think so.
[growl from the woods]
Huh?
[growling]
[Claxton groaning in pain]
[Kalmar whimpers]
[KALMAR]
What’s wrong with me?
[sobs]
[sad gasp]
[Nia inhales deeply]
[involuntary sob]
Kalmar
[gasps]
[sighs]
[PODO] He’s not out here, Nia.
We don’t know.
He could be lost out there,
trying to find his way to us.
He was taken
by the Black Carriage.
I know.
But taken where?!?
Kalmar left us.
He ran away, Papa!
It was an accident.
The boys were separated
No!
It was not an accident.
Kalmar knew we were waiting
in that burrow.
And he chose--the Stranders
[sobs]
Why?!?
It was a lot
fer the lad, Nia,
learnin’ he was king.
The weight of the world
suddenly pressin’ down on him.
I’m not sayin’ Tink didn’t make
his own dark choices,
but he made it like a sailor
swept overboard in a storm,
grabbin’ fer the first bit
o’ flotsam floats by.
I expect he was scared
he’d never fill
his father’s shoes.
I expect the boy just wanted
to go back to bein’ a boy.
We have to find him, Papa.
As long as there’s any hope
Tink is alive,
we have to keep looking!
As I draw breath, child,
you have my word.
The problem is
where to even begin.
We don’t so much as know
where the Black Carriage goes.
Gammon would know.
Aye.
If anyone might know
where the Fangs come and go,
it’ll be that man.
[sleepy groan]
[door creaks open]
Leeli?
[Leeli giggles]
Leeli! Hi!
[Janner makes painful groan]
[LEELI] Oh, Sorry!
Your shoulder.
It’ll be fine.
[LEELI] You got 17 stitches.
Seventeen?
That means I broke Kal’s record!
He
It’s okay.
Momma told me about Kal.
Don’t worry, we’ll find him.
The Black Carriage
took him from the Stranders.
He’s lost!
We lost you,
and you came back.
[JANNER] That’s different.
I was just in Dugtown
at a factory.
You know, I saw you.
In a vision.
You were at a camp fire.
You did?
I felt something, but thought
it was just a dream.
It was like
with the Sea Dragons.
It felt the same way.
That’s how I knew Kal
was in the Strander camp.
I thought it only worked
with the Sea Dragons.
Momma said it might be part
of my Songmaiden gift.
Maybe we can make it happen
again to help us find Kal?
[gasp] Maybe there’s
something in the First Book?
Where’s Oskar?
He’ll know.
It’s almost over.
It’s almost over.
It’s almost over.
It’s almost over.
It's almost--
[AMRAH] Poor, dear Artham.
How long have you been running?
Nine years?
Now at last, you can rest.
We’ve snared you
such a fine beast
[bird squawks]
[AMRAH] Fit to finally complete
your transformation.
Is this what you truly want?
[Fangs growl]
If you will chet the lildren--
let the children go free
then yes,
do with me what you will.
I swear upon Gnag himself,
I will let the children go.
So be it.
It’s almost over.
[door jangling as its secured]
[Maraly grunts]
[MARALY] Impressive.
If you like fightin’
sticks and straw.
Big words, little lady.
What are you waitin’ for?
I’m ready.
Are you though?
[GAMMON] In a fight,
it’s the cool blade,
not the hot head, that survives.
Again.
Feet wider.
Blade tip higher.
[annoyed sigh]
Again!
[Maraly grunts]
[Gammon playfully giggles]
[Maraly continues grunting]
Gammon!
A word!
That blade cool enough for ya?
Show some honor, girl.
What news?
Where does the
Black Carriage take children?
The Black Carriage
runs to Fort Lamendron
and from there, prisoners are
loaded on ships bound for Dang.
I hope you aren’t thinkin’
of tryin’ to get your boy back.
Of course we’re thinkin’
of tryin’ to get him back!
Can you help us?
I’m sorry, ma’am,
but your boy’s halfway across
the Dark Sea by now.
[MARALY] That ain’t
always necessarily true.
Janner told me
the carriage took some kids
to a fork factory in Dugtown.
If it goes there,
maybe it goes other places too.
Like the Phoobs.
Or Torrborro.
Could that be true?
Only rumors.
Look. Anywhere you head
is a fool’s errand.
You don’t know where the boy is.
And even if you did,
how would you break into
a Fang fortress to get him out?
The only thing
I can’t just do
is abandon my son
to the Fangs.
You set sail without a plan,
it won’t end well.
Then help us.
I’ve got eyes out there.
I’ll find out where the carriage
has been running of late.
Give me a day or two.
One day.
[sigh] Let’s get some grub, Nia.
Janner’ll be waking up soon.
I’m comin’ too!
I’m starved.
[repulsed grunt]
Let’s get you
cleaned up first.
Cleaned up?!
Hmm, well,
unless the First Book
is referencing “garp liver oil”
in this passage,
I don’t think these Kimeran
texts can shed any light--
Oh.
[gasp]
Janner, my boy!
[Oskar grunts]
So glad you found your way
through the Ice Prairies.
I am sorry about your brother.
[painful groan]
How’s the shoulder?
It’ll be fine.
Can you help us,
Mister Reteep?
[OSKAR] With..?
We want to
to connect with Kal.
Ah. The visions.
Janner saw Kal when he
was trapped in the Fork Factory
and I was playing a song.
Hmm.
You’re asking for knowledge
that has been lost for ages,
though I did manage
to translate
a most puzzling passage
Where was it?
Hmm
Ah, here.
It says “As the diggle
doth dither”
Well, what it literally says
makes no sense.
Obscure metaphors
and whatnot.
But what I think it means
is that in the early days
of the world,
what we call magic
was as common as grass,
at least until Ouster Will
bent and corrupted it.
You mean
magic was everywhere?
Yes.
In those early days
children could write poetry
that raised buildings,
or draw pictures
that came to life,
but such magic simply was.
What do you mean?
[OSKAR] It seems it was just a
part of the weave of the world.
Look
[gasp] Wait.
What?
Go back.
What’s that?
Oh, it’s interesting.
Almost certainly a song.
Something about Yurgen.
Yurgen’s Song.
Yurgen’s Tune.
But the musical notation
is ancient and indecipherable.
I feel like I know it.
Like I can almost hear it
on the page.
Really?
Shh.
[Janner’s stomach gives a long,
gurgling, caterwauling growl]
My boy,
when did you last eat?
Oh, I don’t remember.
Some Snickbuzzard.
Yesterday?
Or the day before?
First things first.
We must procure you a steaming
garp chowder immediately!
As Climp Kneedoor said,
“Food before scholarship!”
[bustle of the dining area]
[bustle of the dining area
continues]
[PODO] Janner!
Huh?
Ahh.
[Janner giggles]
Me boy!! Ahh!
Watch his shoulder!
[PODO] Oh, sorry there, lad.
Good to see ye up and about.
I knew you’d make it back to us.
You gonna survive, digtoad?
Maraly!
You look clean.
[scoffs] I don’t like it either.
[Janner groans a bit]
[slurping]
[giggles] I see we have
some work to do with this one.
Whazzat?
I’m sorry, boy?
[OSKAR] Oh.
It’s a young sea dragon.
What remains of one anyway.
[annoyed grunt]
I’m getting more
chowder.
Many years ago,
young sea dragons
fetched a high price
for their
er, various parts.
People hunted them?
[gasps] That’s terrible!
It was, dear.
Annierans know the sea dragons
are among the noblest
of the Maker’s creatures,
but the dragon hunters
would do anything for money.
But why would they
want to keep these bones
here in Kimera?
There’s not a people
that don’t have some spots
on their history.
Sometimes it just takes them
a lot longer than it should
to see their own shadows.
[surprised gasp]
[short whimper]
[Maraly slurps the last drops
of chowder from her bowl]
What?
[belch]
[shift change bell clangs]
Night shift!
On yer feet!
Get up, sod-bags!
[short gasp]
[gasp]
[WALLIS] Oy, Tool.
You’re up to something.
Ay, turn out yer pockets.
Ha! Kitchen tools
always try to filch food.
Be more careful, tool.
[Sara gives a huge exhale]
[mumbling]
Let’s give this one
a try, shall we?
[warbly whistleharp tune]
[Janner groaning]
[OSKAR] Is it working?
Is it working?
I think it’s working!
I think it’s
[Janner abruptly stops groaning]
It’s not working.
[Leeli breaks off her playing]
[sighs]
Why won’t it work?
It was so easy before!
In the words
of the first Whistle-King,
Plontoom the Middlesome,
“What works once,
can surely be said
to have worked once.”
[LEELI] Am I just
doing it wrong?
Never you mind, my dear.
Let’s give this one a try.
[JANNER] But why would this one
work any better than the others?
One never knows!
I suppose that’s what
makes magic magic!
Come now, give it a go.
What are you
doing in here?
Ah, well we were
[clears throat]
you see I thought
perhaps ah
We we’re trying
to find Kal.
Find Kalmar?
When I played
the song before,
Janner saw him
in a vision.
But now it won’t work.
What good is magic if it
won’t work when you need it?
Ah Magic.
[NIA] Is that what this is?
What’s magic anyway?
Hmm?
Aerwiar is full of wonders
and some call it magic.
The music Leeli makes
has great power.
But, I don’t think the vision
of your brother happened
because Leeli somehow
played a song perfectly.
I know it’s hard,
but let it be a mystery.
That you can see these things
when she plays, that is a gift.
And never try to become
its master, but serve it.
Allow it to be what the Maker
meant it to be.
Do you understand?
Now, leave off this trying.
If you play, Songmaiden,
play what you feel for Kal, hmm:
all the worry,
the fear, the pain the hope.
Let the song that wells up
become a prayer to the Maker.
Then wait.
Why yes. Yes.
That’s it precisely.
[deep sigh]
You children need rest.
Good night, you two.
Goodnight, mama.
You too, Janner.
[sighs] I just want
to find Kal.
I know you do.
So do I.
Oh.
[soft giggle]
[door creaks opening]
[door creaks fully open]
[deep sigh]
[whispering]
Kalmar, where are you?
[AMRAH] Oh, you have
nothing to fear.
The High King of Anniera.
You better act like one!
Tink, what are you doing?
Why are you
acting like this?!
[whimpering]
I’m scared!
I don’t want to!
I don’t want this.
I don’t want any of it!
Leave me alone!
Coward!
[grunting]
[LEELI] Where’s Tink?
What’s wrong with you?
Come on!
[grunting]
What’s wrong with me?
What’s wrong with me?
[AMRAH] You have
nothing to fear.
[growling]
[NIA] Kalmar?
The Maker created you broken
[NIA] Kalmar?
[AMRAH] filled you with fear
and shame.
You know this,
deep in your heart.
[whimpering]
[AMRAH] You feel the truth
of it, don’t you?
Kal!
[AMRAH] But The Nameless One
can give you power
like you’ve never known.
Remember who you are
He can make you strong.
Wouldn’t that be wonderful?
Don’t you want to be strong?
\You are special.
This is what
you are destined for.
He has chosen you, dear boy,
and I will make you strong.
Come with me!
[gasps]
[sobbing]
I can be strong.
[new melody: bright, aching,
mournful, pleading]
[whirring wind]
Oh.
[hiss]
I SAW HIM!
[JANNER] Kal!
I know where he is!!
Oh oh.
[playful giggle]
Oh, what’s that fer?
[chuckles]
This ain’t the Strand, child,
and this ain’t fer kids.
We got at least a few trappings
of civilization here.
[Maraly scoffs]
If that’s civilization,
I’m all agin it.
We know where the boy is!
I haven’t even had time
to get word to my folks
in Dugtown.
How could you--
Tell him, boy.
I saw him.
[gulps] Saw him?
Back up.
[NIA] In a vision.
It’s happened before.
Uh-huh.
I saw my brother.
Kal. In a cell.
[GAMMON] So
was there a map in this vision?
A cell might be anywhere.
[JANNER] Better than a map.
There was a lizard!
A kind I know from
Pembrick’s Creaturepedia.
There’s only one place
in the whole world
where you find
those kind of blue lizards.
The Phoob Islands!
My brother is being held
in the Phoobs!
[NIA] We’re going after him.
Who do we see about provisions?
And how many men
can you spare us?
You better hope
it ain’t the Phoobs.
Well, speak up girl.
What ain’t you sayin?
We've seen
some dark things
at the edge of the Strand
of late.
Lurkers.
Monsters.
[growl from monster]
Things best left in the shadows.
Bah. Them are just
Strander tales.
You ain’t been there
but one night.
You ain’t felt
what’s creepin’ in the wood.
My Nurgie don’t lie,
an’ she says the only thing
a Strander has to fear
is either a meaner Strander
or whatever washes over
from the Phoobs.
So let’s assume this
vision is accurate.
There’s still the issue of
breaking into a Fang fortress
and getting the boy out.
We can’t just leave him!
You refuse
to help us, then?
I didn’t say that!
I’m saying you don’t risk two
more kids to rescue the one.
It makes no sense
for yer family to go.
In fact, lady, it doesn’t make
sense for you to go either,
unless your aim is
to turn these two into orphans.
[NIA] My son is being held
in a Fang prison.
I WILL go find him.
He’s right, Nia.
We got our hearts
wrapped up in this thing.
We need to use our heads.
Janner and Leeli need their ma,
no matter what else comes of it.
I’ll go.
[OSKAR] Oh.
And I’ll go.
I don’t reckon there’s a way
this ends well, but
[deep sigh]
seein’ as your determined,
I’ll toss my lot in with yours.
What about me?
What about you?
[MARALY] You think any soldier
here is sneakier in the woods
or quicker with a blade
than I am?
You want to go?
Better than
stayin' here with all this
civilization.
Fair point.
It’s a full moon tonight.
If you’re set on this course,
say your goodbyes
and come with me.
We can be on our way afore
ever the white owls take wing.
[NIA] Thank you, Gammon.
Find him, papa.
Bring Kalmar home.
Oh, do they have
to do that here?
[Artham whimpering]
[Fangs growling]
[bird squawks]
[Artham groans]
[Fang growls]
[gasp]
Why are those children here?
You said if I sing
you’d let them go!
Of course, my dear.
And I will!
If they so choose.
But first, they’ll witness your
own magnificent transformation.
Then they can freely decide
which path to take,
whether to remain puny
and insignificant,
or to grow beautiful
and strong.
No! No!
Silence him!
[ARTHAM] NO--
[strugling groans]
The fate of these innocents
rests with you.
Until you fulfill your pledge
[ARTHAM] NO, NO--
I will lead them one after
another into the chamber.
[muffled groans]
[muffled groans]
[Fang grunts in pain]
Ah, my strong,
brave strander boy.
Are you ready to become
truly extraordinary?
And what is
your name, strander?
Tink.
I’m just Tink.
You’ll soon
be dread and mighty
as you were always
destined to be!
[strugling groans]
[muffled groans]
[haunting song begins]
Now, sing the song
of the ancient stones
and the blood of the beast
imbues your bones.
[muffled yells]
[VOICE]
Protect them, Artham.
[whimpering]
Protect.
Please!
[ARTHAM] Protect. Protect.
[Artham singing
the Song of Ancient Stones]
[Fangs wail]
[Artham continues singing]
[bird squeals]
Stop him!
[Artham continues singing]
[Fangs howl]
Stop!
[Fangs grunt]
Ah! My beautiful birdman!
[Amrah grunts
and groans in pain]
[gasp]
I am Artham Wingfeather.
Throne warden of Anniera.
[grunting]
[struggling grunts]
[ARTHAM] Kalmar!
[gasp]
[door opens]
[heavy footsteps]
Snickbuzzards!
Look out!
On yer feet!
[Janner grunting]
You’re hurting my arm!
[ERROL] Don't talk.
[grunting]
Mama!
What’s going on?
Quiet!
[muffled groan]
Hmm.
Gammon, help us!
[sigh] Nothing personal, boy,
but you’re the reason
Gnag has torn this land apart.
I’m cutting a deal.
What sort of deal?!?
I’m offering you
to the Fangs.
[struggling grunts]
[more struggling grunts]
I’m sorry lad,
but this is the only way
Skree will ever be free.
Believe me.