Cursed (2020) s01e02 Episode Script

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[man breathing heavily]
[child] span style="style2"Nimue.
Hello?
[ethereal music plays]
[child] span style="style2"Nimue.
[birds screeching]
Pym?
[Pym] span style="style2"Over here, silly.
[wind howling]
[exhausted panting]
[distant howling]
[Pym, singsongy] span style="style2"You can't find me.
Nimue.
[Pym giggles]
Pym?
[Pym] span style="style2"Getting warmer.
[Nimue] How'd you get down there?
[Pym giggles] span style="style2"It's easy.
[breathing heavily]
Squirrel?
Squirrel, are you here?
Squirrel?
[tense music plays]
[Nimue] Squirrel? Are you here?
[breathing heavily]
-[twigs snapping]
-[gasps]
[ominous music plays]
[gasps]
[dramatic music plays]
[grunts softly]
Ow! That hurt.
[Pym] span style="style2"Sorry. I was just
[voice distorts evilly] span style="style2"so hungry!
[growling]
Mama.
[growling continues]
[snarling]
[roaring]
[breathing heavily]
[grunting]
-[paladin yells]
-[Nimue gasps]
[bear snarling]
[Nimue] Mama!
[screams]
[panting]
[snarling, growling]
[Lenore] span style="style2"Call to the Hidden, Nimue.
span style="style2"Call to the Hidden, Nimue.
Call to the Hidden, Nimue.
[both grunting]
[Lenore] span style="style2"I won't reach you in time.
span style="style2"Call to the Hidden
-[Nimue] Mama!
span style="style2"-call to the Hidden to aid you.
Call to the Hidden to aid you.
[both grunting]
[indistinct whispering]
[bear snarling]
[slithering]
[Lenore] span style="style2"Reach out to them.
span style="style2"Call them with your thoughts.
[ground rumbling]
[dramatic music plays]
[paladin groans]
[rumbling]
[snarling]
[blood squelching]
[wind howling]
[inhales sharply]
[roots receding]
[groans weakly, coughs]
[gasps, coughs]
[strained breathing]
[roots creaking]
[panicked breathing]
[roots stretching, creaking]
[retches, coughs]
[gasping]
[mystical twinkling]
[eerie ethereal music plays]
-[wind howling]
-[waves crashing]
Merlin! Where in the bloody hell is he?
We have searched everywhere, sire.
He is not answering his door.
-[banging on door]
-[Uther] Merlin!
-Merlin, are you in there?
-[groans loudly]
Damn you!
-[gasps]
-[banging continues]
-[Uther] Merlin! Come out now!
-[groans]
-[Uther] Merlin! I command you!
-[banging continues]
-[groans]
-[Uther] The king commands you!
Out now!
-Your Majesty.
-What in Christ's name are you up to?
There is blood all over the castle.
Is this madness your doing?
All is well in hand, Your Majesty.
I just need a little more time
to study the omens.
Study the omens?
It's shit is what it is.
How do you think this looks
to our enemies?
Does this make us look strong?
That blood rain is falling on the
[sniffs] Gods, are you drunk?
No, sire. All is well, tip-top.
Just need a bit more time.
-You--
-[lock slides closed]
-[groans]
-[banging on door]
-[banging continues]
-[Uther] Merlin!
Break it down.
Yes, Your Majesty.
We will have answers today, you fraud!
[heavy banging on door]
[guards grunting]
[heavy banging continues]
[dramatic music plays]
[key clatters]
[guard yells, grunts]
[ominous music plays]
[crows calling]
[wolves barking]
[Carden] It appears
some Fey swords eluded our net.
Found something?
[monk] Tracks.
Only one set.
Fey girl by the size of them.
One girl did all this.
One Fey girl?
Then this was no ordinary sword.
[paladin] Father! Father!
[paladins praying]
[ominous music plays]
[roots stretching, creaking]
[Carden] Get up.
-Get up!
-[paladin groans]
[Carden] This how you face the enemy?
Shame on you.
Look at it.
Look at it!
This is the enemy!
[strained gasping]
He's alive.
[Carden] Who did this to you, my child?
[monk] Wolf's blood.
Same tracks. Same girl.
Let me find her, Father.
I need you to kill every Fey in this wood.
You, cut him down.
We're looking for one Fey maid
with a large sword.
Take this description to Hawksbridge,
Sheep Herd, and Burned Pass.
Tell them
that anyone harboring
this wolf-blood witch
will burn with her.
[panicked breathing]
[man 1] This is most unnatural.
[man 2] Lenore, there's no hope.
A child so young.
She won't survive.
-[man 3] It's for the better.
-Bite your tongue! She survived.
The Hidden came to her.
This was a demonic creature.
If it wants the girl,
who says it won't come after us?
If she lives, we're all in danger.
Jonah, help me.
Jonah, she's your daughter.
Do something!
[Lenore sings in Fey]
[singing continues]
[singing continues]
[singing continues]
[singing continues]
-[river flowing]
-[sobs quietly]
[sobbing]
[monk] Born in the dawn
To pass in the twi--
[ominous music plays]
[breathes shakily]
[Squirrel grunts]
[monk] I will ask you questions.
And if you lie to me, I will know it.
And I will hurt you.
-How many of your kind escaped?
-[Squirrel] I don't know.
[groans]
I don't know!
I saw some run into the Iron Wood.
How many?
[Squirrel] Only a few.
[yelps]
-How many?
-Enough to kill you, you scum!
[wind howling]
Squirrel? I'm here!
Squirrel?
[wind howling]
[distant yelling]
[man] Whoa.
[indistinct yelling]
-[horse snorts]
-[man] Where are you coming from?
[horse brays]
Over there.
[breathing heavily]
[horse snorts]
[donkey brays]
[distant banging]
A thousand pardons, milord. It's my tooth.
Oh [chuckles]
Well, my work is done for the day.
The pain is shooting, milord.
I can't do my chores,
and my mother beats me if I can't work.
[guard] Next!
[man] Whoa.
-[horse brays]
-Got coin, have you?
No, but I have a brother inside
who can help.
Please.
[guard] State your business.
[Nimue] Help me.
Please.
Hello?
[stutters]
Teeth, sire.
Um just finishing up my rounds.
And this one?
She's my patient.
Remove your hood.
[breathing shakily]
Where are you from?
Uh, born in Hawksbridge, milord.
My mother's a laundress
for the lord of the keep.
I fetch the lye from the monastery.
Where's your bucket for the lye?
I
Oh, I
I must have left it.
Gods, I'm not myself.
My tooth has been ailing so.
Why are you bleeding?
Oh, uh
I Uh I-I
I took the wood path from the monastery.
I must have run through some thorns.
The girl is suffering.
-What are you waiting for?
-Yes.
[paladin] Pull it.
-Sir?
-The tooth.
Pull it now.
-But I
-What, here?
Shut up, you fool.
Is that a problem?
Are you what you claim?
Yes, absolutely.
I-I-I am, my brother. Absolutely. Uh
Let's have a look, shall we?
I've got my
Let's see, shall we?
Oh, yes, there's the culprit.
Right at the back there.
This will give you relief, milady.
[nervous breathing]
[metal instrument clanking]
-[Nimue groans]
-[dentist] Oh!
[groans]
[groaning]
-[grunting]
-[snapping]
[pained gasping]
-All done now, child.
-[Nimue gasps]
Enough. On you go.
Thank you.
[pained breathing]
Where are we going?
What do you even want me for?
I know about you.
The one who cries, the Weeping Monk.
[groans]
You kill Moon Wings.
Does that make you very brave?
Do you hate them
because they're so beautiful,
and you're just so very ugly?
Even your horse is ugly,
and I love horses.
Although from this angle,
you definitely do share a resemblance.
You hedge-born naïf.
[horse snorts]
[town crier] Oyez, oyez!
By order of the Holy Roman Emperor,
for crimes most foul,
including infanticide, cannibalism,
and the slaughter
of the Lord's servants on Earth
in conspiracy with demonic spirits,
thirty gold denarii for the capture
or death of the Fey murderess
known as the Wolf-Blood Witch!
Any who offer aid or shelter to the witch
are heretics
punishable by torture and burning.
[distant coughing]
[Nimue breathing heavily]
[town crier] Oyez, oyez!
By order of the Holy Roman Emperor,
for crimes most foul
[breathing heavily]
[indistinct chattering]
-Where was she?
-Five miles off, by the wolf dens.
She tries my last nerve.
And mine.
Shame on you.
A good whipping will end these escapes.
-I forbid it.
-You spoil her!
You ruin her.
[Lenore] Why, Nimue?
No one wants me here.
No one likes me here. Not even Father.
-Of course your father wants you here.
-He doesn't.
His eyes tell me.
This is your home.
-I understand that you feel that you're--
-I'm the girl with the scars. Not you.
I'm the girl
the other children won't play with.
Not you.
You understand nothing.
[exhales sharply]
[mystical twinkling]
[crackling]
[man] Get up, you murdering pig.
Josse.
Squirrel, you all right?
Tie him up.
I think we've caught the big killer.
Look at the eyes.
Shed a few for us, brother?
Get me a nice red one, Grim.
Ever been dragged by a horse
with a hot coal up its bum?
-Not that I can recall.
-Just kill him, Josse.
What did you have in mind for Squirrel,
you sick bastard?
I've got no interest in the boy.
He's bait.
Bait? For what?
[horse brays]
Be still, Goliath.
[whispers] For you.
-[grunting]
-[Goliath brays]
[unsheathes sword]
[Fey man groans]
[screaming]
[yells]
[groans]
[Squirrel struggles]
[whimpers]
You tell your Fey brethren
what you saw here.
Tell them I'm coming.
[groans]
Go.
[grunting, whimpering]
[tense music plays]
[indistinct chattering, laughter]
Arthur?
Nimue?
What's happened?
-Where's Pym?
-She's gone.
They're gone. All of them are gone.
It's just me left--
Stop. Slow down. Stop. Who's gone?
-All of them. All of them are gone.
-[Bors] Who's this?
I need your help.
-Can I come with you?
-You're the witch.
-Can we leave here now?
-What's she on about?
Let me deal with her.
Where do you wanna go?
[Bors] You've got some ox balls on you
coming here, missy,
looking like you haven't got
a pot to piss in. You owe me.
-Wait!
-[Nimue gasps]
-What's this?
-[Nimue] Nothing.
-[Bors] Let's have a look.
-Leave it.
-This witch is something.
-Bors!
I'll take what I bloody well like
and decide then whether I sell you
to the Red Brothers, you Fey hag.
Bors!
-[Nimue gasps]
-[groans]
Get back to the horses! You're far
too cozy with this wench for my liking!
Leave her!
Now then, what say you, milady?
Let me see that sword.
[Arthur] Bors!
Bors, leave her!
[panting]
-[Arthur] Nimue!
-Now.
[Arthur groans, grunts]
-[Bors] There's a good girl.
-[mystical twinkling]
[Arthur] Don't give it to him! Nimue!
-[Bors] Here.
-[indistinct whispering]
-[grunts]
-[groans]
[pained yelling]
Try again, and I'll have the other!
Kill her!
Kill the witch!
[pained groaning]
[Bors groans]
Nimue!
[Bors screams]
Arthur!
I'll have you strung up by the guts!
-[indistinct yelling]
-[woman] Stop her!
[man] Stop her! Stop the witch!
[indistinct yelling]
[horse brays]
[man] You there!
-Close the gates!
-[groans]
[Arthur] Down! Get down!
[horse brays]
[ethereal music plays]
[horse snorts]
[Arthur]span style="style2" We can't stay here long.
This won't be the first place Bors looks,
but it might be the second.
That was a blood debt,
what happened back there.
All right, Bors won't forget this.
And now the Red Paladins too?
I'm I'm sorry.
There'll be a price on my head
from here to the Viking shores.
What were you thinking?
Wha
What was I thinking?
What, like I planned this?
-Like I asked for any of this?
-No, that's not what I'm--
They killed her in front of me.
My mother.
[sighs] I should have been there.
I could've warned them.
Instead, I was with you, some cutthroat.
I could've
[sighs] It's my fault.
Gods, it's my fault.
You're shaking.
Get warm.
[Arthur shakes cloth]
Please.
And I'm not a cutthroat.
Well, whatever you are.
You're hurt.
This will sting.
-[Arthur] What are they?
-Don't.
[gentle ethereal music plays]
Why did you ask me to follow you?
Is it wrong for us
to have some time alone?
You're promised to Peri.
You saw me looking at you, though,
didn't you?
Yes.
Of course you did.
Witch.
-Witch!
-[Nimue] What?
-Hag!
-[Nimue] No!
-Hold her there.
-No!
-I didn't do anything!
-I want to see them.
No! Stop, please! [gasps]
Please, stop! No, stop!
That's the mark of the Dark Gods.
Is that what you did, demon?
Used your magic to make Wallo look at you?
-Do you think he'd ever be with you?
-Leave me alone!
[slithering]
[roots stretching, creaking]
[gasps] No! No!
No! [cries]
[Peri yelps]
Let go of her, Nimue!
-[panting]
-[Wallo] Nimue!
[Peri shrieks]
-Let go! We're sorry!
-[Peri cries]
Nimue!
-[Wallo] Let her go!
-Help me!
[indistinct whispering]
[Peri pants] Go!
[breathing heavily]
[indistinct whispering]
[slithering]
[sobbing quietly]
[river flowing]
I don't want to talk about it.
That's fine.
I was just coming to sit for a while.
[Lenore] When you were five years old,
you faced a Dark God,
alone, in the Iron Wood
and survived.
When you were nine,
you caught the Black Fever,
a plague
that took seven village children from us.
Three nights, I held you.
How you shook.
Your skin burning like hot coals.
And you survived.
And when you were 12,
you ran away for three nights.
And when we found you,
you'd caught six fish
along with a rash on your bum
from sleeping on a bed of hog's weed.
But you survived.
You are not some fragile maid.
You are a warrior.
And you are strong.
And I think
you'll survive Wallo the Baker's Boy.
[Arthur] It's a rare blade.
Not sure I've seen its like.
May I?
[mystical twinkling]
It's seen its wars, hasn't it?
It's lighter than it looks.
[mystical twinkling]
The balance is extraordinary.
This is the kind of sword
that gets you noticed.
That's good and bad for you.
Makes you easy to spot.
[mystical twinkling]
A knight, on the other hand
This is the kind of sword
that gets you an audience.
I'll have it back.
[Arthur] Have you valued it?
I wager 50 gold.
That's without knowing how old it is.
That's a lot of coin.
It could get you a ship.
Far away from all of this.
My mother asked me
to give it to a man named Merlin.
You don't suppose she meant
the magician Merlin?
-The one from the stories?
-I doubt that.
Anyway
it's a pity to give a treasure like that
to a stranger.
It was her dying wish.
I'm sorry.
Still
I've seen a lot of lives wasted
fulfilling the dreams of the dead.
Spoken like a true mercenary.
Well, I guess you don't need my advice.
You've got the situation well in hand.
That's not what I meant.
Your mother's gone.
Sad but true.
You're still here.
You can't change her fate, only your own.
I promised her.
And I will keep that promise.
Sleep an hour.
Then we ride again.
I know a place where Bors won't find us.
[birds calling]
[ethereal music plays]
[ethereal music continues]
Born in the dawn
to pass in the twilight.
[reverential music plays]
[Nimue inhales sharply]
Where are we?
We're safe.
We're with friends.
[door opens]
[wind howling]
[ghostly whooshing]
Has the Widow finally come for me?
After all this time?
[Widow] Not just yet.
Then why are you here?
To mock me for my failures?
[Widow] Who was she?
The healer.
[Widow] You told us the Sword
of the First Kings was destroyed.
You lied.
That's what I was led to believe.
[Widow] The Shadow Lords will see this
as a final betrayal.
If they cast you out,
it does not end there.
They will hunt you down.
Let them come!
[Widow] This affects all of us,
not just you.
The Fey are on the verge of extinction.
If the Church acquires the Sword of Power,
then they will decide who wears the crown.
Have you forgotten the words?
[Merlin] Forgotten them?
I wrote them.
"Whosoever wields the Sword of Power
shall be the one true king."
They were the hopeful words
of a gentler time.
But I'm wiser now.
There is no one true king.
The sword is cursed
and will corrupt all who wield it.
[Widow] Listen to yourself.
Pull your head from your wineskin
and finish the war you started.
-That I started?
-[Widow] The world needs Merlin,
not this piteous creature you've become.
I have no magic.
That's what the sword took from me.
[Widow] Even more reason to reclaim it.
[Merlin] Oh, no.
That will never happen.
That span style="style2"must never happen.
[Widow] Then the world is truly
[ghostly echoing] lost.
Where's the sword now?
What do you see?
For I no longer have the vision.
[Widow] span style="style2"I sense fear around the sword.
But also great power.
The sword is finding its way to you,
Merlin.
But which end of the sword,
the point or the pommel,
is another question.
[footsteps receding]
Well, I do enjoy a mystery.
Well, then we must be ready for it.
[Widow] We?
The sword was forged in the Fey Fires,
and to the Fey Fires it shall return.
I shall melt it back to its origins.
[Widow] You are aware
the Forges of the Fey burned out
-a thousand years ago?
-[Merlin] I'm aware.
Fey Fire is now a rare, coveted treasure,
possessed by only
the most discriminating collectors.
[Widow] Oh, dear.
Tell me you're not planning to steal
from him.
I am.
-[Widow] Without your magic?
-I still have my wits.
And my charm.
[Widow] I fear you overestimate both.
Unfortunately,
his kingdom is hidden to my eyes.
But not yours.
Will you help me?
Bend the rules this one time, old friend?
[Widow] How dare you call me old.
What do you want of me?
His whereabouts,
a clay that even Fey Fire can't burn,
and your horse.
How long?
I don't know.
A week.
Maybe more.
Where are you off to now?
To fulfill a dying wish.
[ominous music plays]
[eerie ethereal music plays]
[music ends]