The Wingfeather Saga (2022) s03e06 Episode Script

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[ERROL]
Steady boys.
He might be small,
but these beasts can bite.
He’s no match for my har-ploon.
No! Don’t hurt him!
[ERROL]
Nia, get back!
It's not safe.
Outta the way, birdman!
[snarling]
Kimeran steel will teach him
a lesson or two--
Hold on, now!
That’s no Fang.
That’s my grandson!
Grandson?
That’s a monster!!
Out of the way, you old seadog!!
You lay a hand on him,
I’m layin’ TWO on you!
That goes for me, too.
I don’t know what’s happened
to him, but that is my son.
[growl]
[scared gasping]
Son.
It’s me.
It’s your Mama.
[growl]
[angry growl]
Don’t come any closer!
Now, lad, I know
you’re confused--
Where am I?
[growl]
TAKE HIM!
NO!
[LEELI]
Please, you’re scaring him.
Can’t you see that?
He’s afraid!
Do you know your name,
little one?
[KALMAR] No.
I don’t know my name.
Shall I tell you?
You might not like it.
[angry growl]
Tell me.
Your true name is
Kalmar Wingfeather.
High King of Anniera.
[howling]
[scream]
Kal!
No!
[grunting]
[grunts]
[growling]
I won’t hurt you.
Leave me alone!!
[gasp]
I should’ve been there for you.
I should have stayed with you
and I didn’t.
I’m sorry, Tink.
You have to come down.
We can figure this out.
We can help you.
GO AWAY!!!
I don’t want your help!
I’m not going anywhere
without you, ever again.
[growl]
Kal, no!
[yells]
[gasping]
[muffled yelling]
[painful groans from Janner]
How many more knives
can we grab next shift?
Five.
Six if we’re lucky.
And swords?
Two or three more.
What about forks?
Maybe ten?
Good.
With what we’ve already
gathered, that’ll be enough.
But what if the plan don’t work?
We could get took by
the Black Carriage!
Or even worser.
Locked in a box!
[scared groans]
Okay, I know you’re scared.
We all are.
But we’re ready.
The time is now.
We need to fight back.
What if we lose?
We’ve come too far to stop now.
We remember our names!
And we won’t forget them again.
We’ll fight our way out.
Just like Janner!
[bell jangling]
What are you all
doing out of bed?
Nothing.
I’m we’re
I mean
I’m just--
[bell jangling]
Look what I found.
What’s this then?
I know what you’re up to.
You’re planning a rebellion!
[gasp]
No!
You think you can escape!
But if you want to do that,
you’ll need my help.
And his.
Welcome to the rebellion.
Keep watch
and wait for my signal.
Oy! What about me?
[sigh]
Promise not to ring that bell
in any of our ears ever again,
and I’ll think about it.
Deal.
[painful groan]
[whimpering]
[snoring]
[sigh]
[grunts]
That’s better--
Janner.
[painful groan]
You have wings.
[ARTHAM] I know.
[chuckle]
[angry growl]
What happened?
[sigh]
Your brother was singing
the song of stones,
old magic Gnag
used to make Fangs.
All I could think to do
was sing along.
[growl]
So you’re a Fang too?
[chuckle]
I don’t think so.
Then what are you?
Something else.
Something new.
But you remember who you are.
I do now.
So why doesn’t Kal
remember who he is?
I couldn’t remember
my own name sometimes.
[sigh]
Other times, I didn’t want to.
But your family--our family--
brought me back.
When I sang this time,
I sang only for love.
[Kal yells]
Why am I chained up?
Let me GO!
Do you remember your name?
[snarl]
GET OUT!!!
[growl]
Fight for the High King, Janner.
That’s what
a Throne Warden does.
Help him remember who he is.
[growling]
[growling]
Five degrees to the south.
[gasp]
Great jibs and spinnaker!
[gleeful sigh]
[grunts]
[sigh]
[low growl]
What’s your name?
I have no name.
Stop asking me.
Stop it!
[chatter]
[giggles]
[grunts]
[Oskar groans]
[grunts]
‘Atta girl!
[both chuckle]
[ocean sounds]
[painful groan
from Oskar]
[painful groan]
[Leeli plays whistleharp]
[snarl]
Stop playing that song!
[gasp]
[low growling from Kal]
Leeli, honey.
Maybe it’s time for a break.
Let me out of
these chains, lady.
Her music just makes him angry.
I know, son.
[grunting]
Maybe it’s time to feed him.
Feed?
[howl]
I’m sure you could both
use some dinner.
I brought you something.
As for Kalmar, well
[PODO]
Who’s hungry!?
[growl]
Careful, he seems a little
hungrier than usual today.
Give me some of
that food, old man,
or I’ll rip it
out of your hands.
Aye.
Fanged or not,
he’s still a growing boy.
Sea air doesn’t just make
old sailors feel young again.
Brings out the flavor
of a nice diggle haunch, too.
[grunts]
[painful groan]
Oh.
I’m yer old Podo
for land’s sake!
Just give me my food!
[angry groan]
I don’t think he even knows
what he’s doing.
[PODO] Still, I prefer my
bite-able parts stay unbitten.
So I reckon there’s
only one way to do this.
[grunts]
[growling]
[PODO]
I’m sorry, lad.
It’ll get better
Surely it will.
Just need enough time,
that’s all.
Sleep while ye can, son.
What are you looking at?
But oh! the sorrow
a sailor knows ♪
Whenever he meets
your father ♪
[laughing]
He reeks of the sweat
between his toes ♪
The roaches gather
wherever he goes ♪
And never a man
will ever propose ♪
To marry
his only daughter ♪
[laughing]
Oh la di da la di da dum
Oh la di da la di da di dum
[laughing]
Here.
Mama?
What if Kalmar
never gets better?
I’ve played my harp
every day ‘til my fingers hurt.
I thought
I thought
it would bring him back.
But it hasn’t.
What if we don’t ever
get him back?
What if he’s always like this?
What if he’s always a wolf?
The burden to save your brother
doesn’t rest
on your shoulders, Leeli.
Sometimes the long work of love
is simply to sit in the broken
places and to weep and hope,
and no matter what--
no matter how much it hurts--
to never stop loving.
Just the naming of our sorrows
becomes a healing balm for many.
[whistleharp music]
[metal tools clanging]
Hey, tools!
Get back to work!
We are NOT Tools!!
[battle cries]
Yeah, let's go.
[battle cries]
Why’d they stop working?
Oy!
What’s going on?
You heard her.
[grunts]
No turning back now, I guess.
[whistle]
[grunts]
[fighting sounds]
[scared groans]
[cheers]
[fighting sounds]
Hey!
Let me down!
Let me down!
[cheers]
[gasp]
[low growl from Fangs]
[OVERSEER]
Fools.
You think you can
escape this place?
There’s nowhere for you to go.
No one out there who loves you.
No homes to return to.
You are no longer children,
you are Tools.
Very naughty Tools.
And you will learn
to respect m--
[scream]
[angry groan]
We are NOT tools!
Oh, you again.
My, my, how you must
love that coffin-box.
Hmm.
Looking for this?
[groan]
Stop them!!
NOW!!
[battle cries]
[groaning]
[scared groan]
[WALLIS]
Hey! Up here!
[Fang grunts]
Ha!
[grunts]
[groan]
[panting]
[Fang growls]
[pretend gagging]
Huh?
[grunts]
[groans]
Stop him!
[panting]
[groans]
[cheers]
[cheers abruptly halt]
[low growl from Fangs]
Uh, Queen Sara?
I’m sorry, Borley.
There are so many.
Avast, ye filthified Fangs!
Be ye warned:
the Florid Sword
shall smite thee, storm-like!!
And Shadowblade shall
slash thy
stinky tails!
Stinky tails?
I wasn’t ready!
I didn’t know we had
to make speeches.
Oh, just
Come on!
[laughing]
[fighting sounds]
[Fang grunts]
[fighting sounds]
Ha, ha!
[cheers]
[Sara groans]
[groans]
[Overseer grunting]
You’re rotten as Flavogle!
So I’ll let you rot.
Even if a few
of the others escape,
we’ll keep you
safely locked away.
[evil chuckle]
Tsk tsk tsk.
Such a disappointing end
to your grand little plans.
[evil chuckle]
Into the darkness where you’ll
simply forget and be forgotten!
[evil chuckle]
[grunts]
I remember!
I remember my parents.
I remember my friends.
I remember every good thing
you tried to take from me.
[grunts]
I remember my NAME!
You think I took
everything from you?
[grunts]
I’ve only just begun, tool.
[grunting]
In you go--
[grunting]
You’re only in charge
because no one fought back.
[grunts]
[groans]
[groans]
[grunts]
[gasp]
[MARALY/SHADOWBLADE]
Hey, fazzle-breath.
Now ain’t you just about
the oiliest digtoad
I ever laid eyes on.
Leave that girl alone.
Insolent, insolent children.
Didn’t your parents ever
give you a proper thrashing?
[grunts]
[grunts]
[groans]
[grunts]
[groans]
[grunts]
[FLORID SWORD]
Riseth not, foul scarecrow!!
Thy blighted reign is quashed.
Hie thee to the shadows!!
[grunts]
[groans]
Ever lay a hand
on another child,
and you will lose that hand.
[panting]
You all right?
Oh, I-
I am now.
[muffled groans]
and I did then kicketh him
most decidedly
in his hinder portions,
hurtling him headlong
into blackest darkness!
[cheers]
Thanks for stepping in
and saving me.
Way I saw it, you was
already savin’ yourself.
Just needed a push
to tip the balance.
[sigh]
I wouldn’t have even tried
if someone else hadn’t made me
believe it could be done.
A boy?
Goes by Janner Igiby?
[gasp]
You’re Sara Cobbler then.
Janner sent us to find you.
[gasp]
He’s alive?
[gasp]
Is he here?
[FLORID SWORD]
No.
He’s probably somewhere out
on the Dark Sea of Darkness.
Where’s he going?
The Phoobs.
An’ if they survive that,
maybe Anniera
Anniera?
Why would he go there?
Cuz he’s a son of the
High King now, ain’t he?
Yep.
He an’ his brother and sis.
All heirs of the Shining Isle.
You feel alright?
[SARA]
Um yeah.
Good, because
they’ve been asking for you.
[continuous thank-you's]
Long live Queen Sara!!
[cheers]
Hey Kal, do you remember home?
Home was where the sea winds
came up from the cliffs.
And the tall grass
would lay flat in the sun.
There was that huge
glipwood oak in the field
out past the barn.
We used to climb it
after chores, remember?
In our bedroom sometimes
we could hear the sound
of the sea at night.
Do you remember Peet’s Castle?
Up in the trees?
You said you wanted to build
a tree house just like it
when we got back to Glipwood.
I went back
to the Strander burrow.
And I even went back
to their camp.
I snuck in at night,
and found the cage.
For a second I thought
I’d found you,
but you were gone.
I failed.
No matter how angry
I got at you for leaving,
or at myself
for letting you go,
the only thing
I cared about
the only thing I could
think about was that
I missed my little brother.
[growl lessens to a whimper]
[sniffles]
[PODO]
Morning, boys.
How’d ya sleep?
[groggy groans]
[grunts and yawns]
Good morning, son.
What’s your name?
Huh?
Do you remember?
My name
My name is Kalmar.
My father was Esben Wingfeather
and I am his son,
the High King of Anniera.
And you’re my mama.
Oh Kalmar!
Oh!
Tink!
[PODO]
Oh, me boy!