Roar s01e03 Episode Script

[ Wood Creaking .]
Ma? [ Crying .]
Glas.
Oh, Glas.
I never thought | I'd be witness to this.
- Does the boy have a choice? | - It's his destiny.
[ Sobbing .]
Welcome.
Father.
[ Man Narrating .]
| Long ago, | at the edge of the known world, the last Celtic tribes | were fighting for survival.
Europe had fallen | to the Romans, and this remote | and untamed island was the final stronghold | of the ancient ways.
[ Roaring .]
[ Horse Whinnies .]
Would you like some wine.
Father? [ Whinnies .]
[ Groans .]
Look at this then.
| Look at it.
I see it.
This wouldn't cut the hair off a dog.
| much less a Roman's head.
Are you hearin' me? I've committed | the whole story to memory.
"A weapons-maker back | at the boy's village''- | Ajunkman.
"Ajunkman.
| He forged me a brittle sword.
'' | A pig stick.
So you beat him like a mule | and tore up his shop.
He's lucky I didn't tear out | his tongue.
the lyin' vermin.
What if I'd carried this | pathetic twig into battle, | or the rest of the trash he sold me? Is there anything else you'd | like to complain about.
Fergus? You.
offering reparations | to the weasel.
A leader bends only to justice.
| and justice was clearly with me.
We need Sinsar on the side | of unity.
Fergus.
His village | gave us the new Druid king.
And I didn't bend.
| I made a gesture.
So did I.
| by kickin' in the sod-head's teeth.
| If you had more experience- Fergus.
if you want to lead the alliance.
| you're welcome to the job.
| I didn't ask for it.
You were chosen.
| Right.
Just like the boy.
| Destiny.
remember? [ Rustling .]
| What was that? [ Rustling .]
Conor! There's another one over here.
Sweet Bridget.
| Any man who kills a shaman | kills his own soul.
Safe journey.
No sign of their horses.
What about the third Druid? | And the Father? Who did this? Our Father must reach Cathbad.
Please protect him.
Oh.
no.
| [ Stone Falls .]
Conor.
Are you all right? Are you all right? I want to go home.
I searched as far as the river.
| I found two horses.
No trace of the Druid or the boy.
| If you were a better shot.
| we'd be paid and on our way by now.
I had him dead.
I swear.
The boy's charmed.
| The boy's still a boy.
And he'll run home to Ma.
What? What is it? Come on.
He's so young.
| Why did the Druids pick a child? They believe the last Father's | spirit lives within him.
Is there a problem? | This isn't the way to my village.
We're taking you to Cathbad.
What's there? Fergus.
would you like | to explain things? Every Druid on the island | is waiting to honor you.
Father.
It's your time now.
| They'll all be looking for direction.
What happened to your hair? He traded it for a new sword.
| A pig stick.
[ Horses Whinnying .]
- Who are they? | - I don't know.
Fergus.
[ Man .]
| Over this way.
! [ Men Shouting.
Indistinct .]
[ Fergus .]
| That looks like the fella | from the Father's village.
That's Sinsar.
He doesn't look very happy | to see us.
There they are! | [ All Shouting .]
I'm gonna kill that junkman! Come here, boy.
I have him! Cat.
you all right? | Get Sinsar! Go! Sinsar! [ Shouts .]
Hold! Unless you want him dead.
Finish him.
Conor.
| These bastards killed the Druids.
No.
they didn't.
Blunt head.
| No wings.
This could barely stop a deer.
We've killed no one.
! | We only want the Father.
- He belongs to our tribe! | -[ Diana .]
It is my understanding he belongs to everyone.
[ Horse Whinnies .]
I am Diana.
Father.
your Roman queen.
I ask your blessing.
Blasphemy! | [ Man .]
| That's right.
! It is.
Hold him.
| The Father belongs | with his own people.
We have a right | to take Glas home.
Glas? | I thought you belonged | to the entire island.
He's not a king yet- | not until he reaches Cathbad.
Was I talking to you? It's all right.
Glas.
| Do you mind if I call you Glas? Don't worry.
| I'll take very good care of you.
No one village has the right | to co-opt the Father | for their own prosperity.
- He's ours! | - Take your people and go.
- We will escort the Father to Cathbad.
| - What? I understand there were three Druids | accompanying the Father.
Where are they? Dead.
| So.
you killed them.
Don't even try it.
I think it's time we got | to know each other.
You'll all come- | as prisoners.
of course.
[ Crying .]
We weren't hired to kill your husband- | just your son.
Give us the boy.
| and your man lives.
You can always make another child.
After what happened.
the Druid would have | brought him back.
[ Gasps .]
I swear.
I haven't seen them.
[ Gasps .]
Search the village? If he's not here.
torch it.
[ Horses Whinnying .]
Eat.
Father.
This is a delicacy | in these parts.
Rome has a holy father.
as well.
A bit more wrinkled, | but equally as powerful.
- As powerful as you? | - Almost.
[ Horses Blusters .]
Roman vermin.
| If that river rat had sold me a proper spear- Enough.
Fergus.
I say we fight.
| At least one of us might be able | to escape with the Father.
Anything to get him | away from that cow.
We can't risk it.
| If anything happens to Glas.
| our land may never recover.
Conor's right.
It does happen | every once in a while.
We'll wait until nightfall.
We may have an opportunity then.
Your Highness.
- Which one of us are you addressing? | - The old one.
Would you mind if.
uh.
| the Father walked with us for a while? - He's tired.
| - You speak of respect for the Druid tradition.
If that's the case.
| I'm sure you're aware of his ability | to commune with animals.
- Commune? | - Yeah.
If he wanted those horses to trample you.
| all he'd need to do is ask.
It is my understanding that the Father is the spiritual parent | to every creature in this land.
But once he takes his throne, | he'll need schooling | in the ways of Rome if he is to better serve his people | in the coming days of the empire.
Can you understand that? | I understand that you want | his nose so deep in your bosom.
he'll need your permission to breathe.
He won't be your puppet.
What's a bosom? [ Chuckles .]
Longinus.
How did you feel | when you saw those arrows | pierce the Druids' hearts? You knew it was their time, | didn't you? I watched my grandfather die.
They burned his body on a boat.
You're much older | than my grandfather.
Why are you here? Um.
we both want to make this land | a better place for your people.
You can't change the land.
| It changes you.
People dig and dig.
Sooner or later.
they dig up | something that changes them.
What are you digging for? You haven't finished, Father.
Ask him of the spear.
- Longinus.
| - Ask him.
Glas.
have you ever heard | of the Spear of Destiny? We think it's buried | somewhere on these shores.
It holds great magic.
| If you could help us find it- You would be changed forever.
- Yes.
| - Change for me now.
- What? | - Show me who you really are.
- Glas, I don't think- | - Show me your pain.
Before you can find anything.
| you must begin with the truth.
| My ma taught me that.
[ Conor .]
| Father? Father? Father? Father? Have you ever | hunted for your own supper? I'm too young.
| Nonsense.
| You're overdue.
If you truly had his interests at heart.
| you'd let me teach him.
Yes.
yes.
| I think that's a wonderful idea.
Well.
good.
But just to make sure I don't spend | the rest of the night hunting you, my guards will shadow.
I thought I could commune | with the animals.
Well.
you can.
| And so can I.
A hunter's mind | must never wander.
Keep your eyes level.
Stay alert.
Hmm! And listen.
Listen with your heart.
Did your da take you hunting? Every day.
I learned by following | his example.
Look here.
If I was to run with you now.
| would you call for Diana? Would you take me home? No.
| Then I'd rather learn to hunt.
I hear they have | a fine chef in Cathbad.
[ Thudding .]
| [ Rabbit Squeals .]
We have a fine chef here.
I'm not hungry.
[ Chattering .]
Guard! [ Man .]
| This way.
! You're with me.
! How did this happen? | Guards were posted | throughout the night.
my queen.
They saw nothing.
| Perhaps the boy worked magic.
Right.
| Every man into the woods! [ Men Shouting .]
[ Grunts .]
- Leaving the road was a mistake.
| - Thank you.
Father.
He said we should head east.
We'll double back | through the wood.
If that's all right with you.
- What is it? | - Something.
There's nothing.
Shh! [ Hoofbeats Approaching .]
[ Conor .]
| Romans.
[ Man .]
| You two, come with me.
! | Head 'em off!.
Over the side.
| What? You and the Father.
| over the side.
| You're outnumbered! Go! | No! You want to die too? | Be a leader.
Get him to Cathbad.
| See that's he's crowned.
We'll hold them off.
| Take him.
Conor.
Come on.
little man.
- I don't want to go! | - You have to.
- Hurry! | - I can't leave you here.
That woman will eat his soul.
[ Man .]
| Detail, follow me.
[ Man .]
| Yah.
! [ Men Shouting .]
-[ Man .]
Careful, now.
| - [ Shouting .]
[ All Shouting .]
[ Men Shouting .]
[ Conor Screams .]
[ Grunting .]
Are you all right? Yes.
We have to keep moving.
I should have garroted | all of them.
The Father as well? He's not my father.
| He has power.
Diana.
So do you.
Tell me where he is.
What difference does it make? You need him as much as I do.
You need me more.
There's no mystery here.
The boy's on his way to Cathbad.
Without me.
and with | someone trying to kill him.
Are you surprised others covet | his power as much as you do? I have to find him.
Then you'd best find his enemies first.
I want you to stay | close to me.
Father.
- Father.
| - Glas.
My name is Glas.
By now.
my ma gives me my milk.
My da whispers stories | until my eyes shut.
How can I be the Father | when I miss my own? Please take me home.
I miss my father too.
Glas.
I think of him every day.
I hear his voice | telling me to be strong.
to follow the path | that's been chosen for me.
Oh.
I want to believe | it's the right one.
but I'm not always sure.
Cuchulainn is sure.
| He wants to go home too.
If I don't get you to Cathbad.
| the Druids will be without a king.
The land will suffer.
And our friends- They would have died for nothing.
I'm sure once you get there.
once you meet the council.
you'll know it's right.
Come on.
[ Conor .]
| Look, Cathbad.
-[ Rustling .]
| - [ Groans .]
[ Coughs .]
[ Conor Groans .]
Glas.
| [ Man .]
| Good evening, Prince.
Sleep well? | Who are you? Your new escorts.
Are you all right? - You killed the Druids.
| - We took no pleasure in it.
- Why am I still alive? | - He said you're blessed.
- You all are.
| - Them too? Not them.
Them.
[ Shouting .]
[ Groans .]
[ Conor.]
| I don't believe it.
| How did you survive? Same way he did.
- Father.
| - [ All Murmuring .]
Who's he? Furbaide.
leader of the High Council.
The Father has had a long journey | and needs rest.
Might we stay for the ceremony? I'm afraid it's private.
| Only Druids and their novices | may attend.
He'll be well taken care of.
They need you.
Father.
| We all do.
Tell Ma I'm safe.
Tell Da that I learned to hunt.
You may rest by the lake | until morning.
No later.
I won't forget | what you have done.
Thank you.
Councillor.
I want them at least | a day's journey from Cathbad.
Then ride out and kill them.
[ Conor.]
| I hope we did the right thing.
| [ Fergus .]
What are you talkin' about? - I'm surprised they didn't crown you.
| - I'm sure that would have been Glas's preference.
He belongs there.
Conor.
Yeah.
I suppose.
You can't argue with the Druids.
| They know everything.
I wouldn't go that far.
Well.
Furbaide did.
| You notice how he didn't ask | why we were escorting the Father? He just seemed to know | we were meant to.
Fergus.
Furbaide never asked | about the other Druids.
Well.
I suppose someone told him.
| Who? Who else but us | knew they were dead? - Only Sinsar and the Romans.
| - And the killers.
Where is he? Where's my son? You swore to us that the Father | would never reach Cathbad.
I am not going to jeopardize 1 0 years | of careful planning over your arrogance.
We told you not to hire these people.
| but you insisted.
Would you suggest | we kill him ourselves? The whole idea was to deflect | suspicion from us.
And now here he is | on our doorstep.
Everything we've | worked for is at stake.
If the Father lives.
| he will control the people.
not us.
Smile.
brothers.
I understand someone's | been trying to kill the Father.
You don't have any idea | who that might be? We all want him to enjoy | a long and prosperous life.
Prosperous for whom? | Ifhe'd died,you'd still have my gold, you'd be in charge of the flock.
| and my influence would be worthless.
You promised me the Father.
I did not want him killed.
| If you're trying to insinuate- I don't insinuate.
I accuse.
You took my money.
| You took my trust.
We appreciate your generosity.
Ye of little faith.
[ Creaking .]
[ Groaning .]
As soon as he's crowned.
| we'll take him with us.
| Yes.
my queen.
Brother.
| Yes? Forgive me.
| For what? | [ Groans .]
[ Druids Chanting Tone .]
[ Gasps .]
He shot me! | [ Groans .]
- [ Shouting .]
| - Catlin! Die quietly.
| like the little toad's father! [ Groaning .]
Let it go.
Glas.
Let it go.
[ Sighs .]
No! | Sorry.
Queen.
[ Groans .]
| But don't fret.
I know just the man | to repair that.
That is.
if you're still alive.
We found the High Councillors | all dead.
They were in league with Rome.
If the gods were just.
| Cathbad would've burned to the ground.
The gods protected your son.
Let him take his crown.
| No.
Ma.
is it my choice? What would you have me do? Be a boy- my boy.
I am.
| but I'm the Father too.
No.
| Yes.
It's in me.
I feel it.
It's in me because of you.
Can she stay here with us? We would be honored.
You'll see.
It'll be all right.
Keep your eyes level.
Stay alert.
And listen with your heart.
You taught me well.
Good-bye.
Conor.
Good-bye.
I must go now.
I'm needed.
and so are you.
I know.
| You taught me well.
[ Waves Crashing .]
| [ Seagull Mewing .]