Bye Bye, Earth (2024) s01e02 Episode Script

1
I appeared from one
of these rocks as a child.
Stone eggs, huh? I wonder
where they came from.
Is my homeland in the sky or what?
That wouldn't be funny.
But I want to find it
I long for a world that will
allow me to blend in.
I've found you. I've finally found you,
girl of reason.
Bye Bye, Earth
Bye Bye, Earth
The o'crock is already blue.
Timekeeping Stone
O'crock
Quartz Forest
I haven't been back to the
Quartz Forest in ages,
but I haven't missed this place at all.
A rabbit?!
You're a young Rabbitia, aren't you?
Rabbitia
How pretty. Like a little doll.
Here. Want a drink?
They say crossing a traveling
Rabbitia is a sign of good luck.
H-Hey!
You look ridiculous, you know that?
Getting mixed up with this
kid seems like a bad idea.
You can keep the cup. I've got spares.
What a strange child.
Park City, Schwert Land
What is she?
What an unusual tribe!
Under West
This place sure hasn't gotten any quieter.
Might as well start by filling my stomach.
What's with her?
She's a strange one.
Totally featureless
You're on the outside here, missy.
Guess looks can be deceiving.
I thought a mermaid from
the castle had wandered in.
Inside, outside It's all the same to me.
What?
Bring me something to eat.
That and some cold flower tea.
Listen up, country lass.
We live by the Law of Theme in Park City.
Law of Theme
Everyone here's destined for good
or evil the moment they're born.
Defy that order, and you might wind up dead.
I get the feeling you're mocking me.
And don't call me "lass."
I have a name. It's Belle Lablac.
Well, excuse me, Lablac.
I'm Haggis, owner of the Amaretto.
How much do you know about Schwert Land?
Just about everything, I reckon.
Park City's divided between the good
Topdogs and the evil Underdogs,
Good
Topdogs
Castle Dwellers
Evil
Underdogs
Outside the Walls
effectively the people inside
and outside the castle, right?
Topdogs
Castle Dwellers
Underdogs
Outside the Walls
Precisely! The Law of Theme wouldn't
hold without that divide.
No one upsets the balance
and gets away with it.
You'd better hurry up and figure
out which side you're on.
Why bother?
I'll be leaving the country soon enough.
What? You don't mean
I'm gonna become a nomad.
Nomad
One Who Travels
That's why I came to Park City.
Don't waste your time.
God will never allow it.
Huh?
Country folk, I swear
Listen here, Lablac.
The king up in the castle doesn't
really rule this country.
God does. Got that?
Hey, what's the matter?
I just remembered. The god's called
Deus Ex Machina.
"Deus" What?
I don't really understand it myself.
Just something I heard
from a heartless jerk a long time ago.
That's right I killed someone.
But who? And why?
Damn brat! You've been
nothing but trouble!
It's that kid!
What're you lot planning
to do with the child?
You're not gonna believe this, Haggis!
The brat vanished into thin air,
gnawed on my sword
We went through hell to get
the little shit here!
Evil solists, huh?
But this is our big chance.
You'd better not mean—
We caught ourselves a Rabbitia!
Killing one will make names for us!
And drinking Rabbitia blood will
make our swords unbeatable!
Idiots!
Rabbitia are all freaks anyway!
Lablac, wait!
You're supposed to raise your sword
to the music of clashing steel.
I see evil solists aren't
what they used to be.
If you can't tell the difference
between being evil and doing evil,
you don't deserve a sword.
You bitch!
What?
What was that?
There it is again.
Something's holding me back.
You fool! Who goes around smashing swords?!
You'll pay for that!
That does it!
What's going on?
I might as well be swinging a hunk of iron.
You can't become a nomad
unless you take on a curse.
Is this my curse?
Can I not cut anything anymore?
No
Hey! That's enough!
You've made your point.
We can all see how skilled you are.
And how beastly, too.
I just
There's no coming back from this.
They worked hard to grow those swords.
My sword
No way.
They'll never revive.
They'll just wither away.
Oh, there they are!
Topdog solists!
Good solists!
Have you got a dog tag?
Dog Tag
License to Duel
Of course not.
Then get going.
You used a sword without a dog tag.
They won't let you off easy.
What about the kid?
Must've run off.
H-Hey.
The Castle
Have you missed being on the inside?
I don't remember anything
about this place except meeting you,
Runding.
When that candle burns out,
we'll begin our investigation.
Wait here until then.
It was in a room like this.
I found you, then waited and waited.
Can I really not cut anything anymore?
This is the form my curse took,
the first trial on my way
to becoming a nomad.
That's right. I waited and waited.
And then
someone came.
But who?
What's wrong with you, Belle Lablac?
Nobody's coming to get you out of here!
Staring at the door won't
make it open any sooner!
Runding!
The candle's out.
Oh, right. Could you call a
solist named Gaff for me?
I guess you could say we
had the same teacher.
Had completely slipped my mind.
Did you get that?
Someone broke your sword, old man?
No, not mine. Mine wilted a long time ago.
It's been a while, Haggis.
Adonis!
What are you doing outside?
If it wasn't yours that broke, whose was it?
Oh, you know. Some young guys.
They're a mess.
I put 'em in a guest room upstairs.
Can I talk to them?
Ask them for the whole story.
Adonis, have you seen your family?
I don't plan to.
What do you think he's back here for?
Who knows?
Lots of problem customers today.
I-It's the Army of Insatiable Emptiness!
They're coming!
Hurry! This way!
The Army of
Insatiable Emptiness
You're done for if they get you!
I don't want to be a shadow!
Take shelter indoors!
I don't believe it! They showed
up smack dab in the middle of the city!
They've sniffed out one of their own kind.
Someone in Park City'll join the
Army of Insatiable Emptiness today.
Someone who can't enjoy anything anymore.
I really owe you one, Gaff.
You're my guest now, remember?
Still, I sure am glad I called you for help.
I can't believe you found me this place
to stay, on top of getting me acquitted.
You should have come to me from the start.
Your master asked me to look out for you.
Here's a dog tag.
Just carve your personal spell onto it.
Shandy Gaff,
why would a top solist like you drop
everything to do my master a favor?
Was he that big of a deal?
I don't hold a candle to him.
Oh yeah?
Do you resent him?
How could I? He made me forget
everything about him.
Anyway, sorry, but I can't accept this.
I'm going to become a nomad.
I know.
But you can't start your journey until
you fulfill a contract with the king.
You must serve this land
as a solist for a time.
I'm under a curse.
I think it might've made my sword picky.
I used to be able to cut
down people of any tribe
just like I slice through
flowers, stone, or wood.
What a thing to say.
Huh?
Seeing no difference between
felling people and flowers
sounds like the real curse to me.
Are you saying I'm beastly?
My sword is like a glove
I wear when I touch things.
Something tells me it
shouldn't play favorites.
This will assist you in solving the mystery
of your curse as well as in your travels.
Why not accept it?
You got me there.
My spell, huh?
Maybe I'll write "beastly."
Belle
Thanks for everything, Gaff.
To be honest, I didn't want lean on anyone.
But since you offered,
I'll take all the help I can get.
You'd better not get cold feet!
Hey, you! Where did you come from?!
What are you doing here?
Did you come to thank me?
Don't sweat it. I decided
for myself to butt in back there.
That's the child all the fuss was about?
Well, yeah.
You should be honored to have
a traveling Rabbitia for a guest.
Some guest.
I'll arrange an audience with
the king for you at once.
You really are some big shot, huh?
That's the farm-players' music.
Farm-players
Takes me back.
I used to practice it all the time.
Not that my playing ever
made much of anything grow.
You're not going to visit your parents?
I will, when it's convenient.
Shouldn't you at least drop in to say hello?
I can't see them yet.
I see.
I haven't had a fancy bath in ages!
Don't like baths? Well, too bad.
Wait, you're a boy?
Where were you trying to go, anyway?
Don't tell me you can't speak
It's tough having people be so nice to me.
"Lablac," huh?
Lablac
"A Rarity"
You're the second person
to carve that name.
Really? I'm not the only one?
You and your master.
That really rubs me the wrong way.
Sorry.
Now, why does he want me to see the king?
As a Schwert Musikerin, you must entertain
god to complete the right of contracts.
Schwert Musikerin
This voice
What now? Is it trying to guide me?
The king carries out god's will.
And the doors to a journey will
only open in the presence of royalty.
The Public of Justice
Hall of Swords and Scales
Throne Room
The Public of Justice consists of three
theaters forming the crest of Schwert Land.
Surrounding god with stages on three sides
Dance Hall
Throne Room
Arena of Blades
renders the very space itself
sacred to the nation.
It looks like a grave marker.
Yggdrasil
The Sword-Tree God
Behold Yggdrasil, the throne of the
god who dwells in this land.
A cancerous sword that has been
growing since the dawn of history.
Cancerous Sword
A god lives in this tree?
Hey, what gives?
The tree isn't looking at me.
The priestess-king resides with the god,
their body lost to the tree.
Two faces: Topdog and Underdog.
The world reveals its dual nature
through the king's form.
We welcome you into our presence and god's.
King Rawhide
If our form offends you,
we will happily return to god's bosom.
We see. You don't belong to any tribe.
Maybe that explains your lack of manners.
Belle.
The king is looking at me.
So what about the god?!
I knew it.
The tree still won't look at me.
Who would partake in the rite of contracts?
Answer us, Gaff.
A student of the renowned Enola, Sian Lablac,
has completed her final lesson
and come to Park City.
My fellow disciple, Belle Lablac by name.
And why would you partake in the rite?
To become a nomad!
To what end?
So I can find my roots.
I want to know who I am, where I
came from, and where I should go!
I want to find people like me!
Otherwise, I
I'll be alone forever.
Very well. We shall grant you a trial
that you might forge a contract.
Sing the name of your instrument, little one.
Runding, work of the famed
swordwright called Dram!
Your skill as a Schwert Musikerin
shall be tested.
A solist shall be chosen to challenge you.
Whom will I fight?
One with whom you share a past.
Kir Royale, one of our four champions.
You once shattered his sword.
Second Movement
Wherefore in the Earthshine
Everything we are hangs on this duel.
I'm out of step with everyone.
Go forth and spread word.
We bid you encounter chance.
Dad! Mom!
Third Movement
Farewell to Those Who Play the Land