Trollhunters (2016) s01e05 Episode Script

1 [tires squealing.]
- [rock music playing in headphones.]
- [humming along.]
- [growling.]
- [tires squealing.]
[truck beeping.]
[humming.]
[mimicking guitar riff.]
- [object shatters.]
- [creature growling.]
[continues humming.]
[breathing heavily.]
[grunts.]
Whoa! - [creature sniffing.]
- [objects rustling.]
[moans.]
[snarls.]
Wa-cha-ka! Ola-mola! [all grumbling.]
[mimicking guitar riff.]
[doorbell ringing.]
- [breathing heavily.]
- [moans.]
- [moans.]
- [speaking goblin language.]
[mimicking music, grunts.]
[gasps, speaks goblin language.]
[grunting.]
- [moans.]
- [humming.]
- [laughing.]
- [truck beeping.]
[goblin yelps.]
[speaking goblin language.]
[snarling.]
[growls.]
Waka chaka! [all.]
Waka chaka! [laughs.]
Always be afraid.
Fear heightens your senses.
Fear keeps you alive.
[screams.]
Arrogance gets you killed.
[groans.]
Yeah, I'll have to remember that.
Draal, however, does not fear you.
That will be his weakness, but not you.
You'll be wetting your armor.
That will be your strength.
[grunting.]
Oh, yeah.
Looking good, Jimbo.
Feel the burn! - If Jim's getting fit, I'm getting fit.
- [tracker beeps.]
- Don't want to be too big.
- [moans.]
Not that there's anything wrong with being big.
But if I'm gonna have Jim's back, I gotta be nimble.
[moans.]
[grunting.]
Yeah, baby! Hit a benchmark.
I've run a total of a hundred feet.
Five calories burned.
Nice! [grunting.]
You know, I think being afraid is the one rule that I Oh! [screams.]
[chuckles.]
I excel at.
No, Master Jim.
You must excel at all three.
If trolls are ever going to embrace you as Trollhunter, you must ignore your humanly instincts.
[grunts.]
Do that, and I have no doubt you will defeat Draal.
[Draal laughing.]
Look it's training.
[growls.]
Cute.
[laughs.]
[Draal speaks troll language.]
Let your fear keep you alive.
Let his arrogance lead him astray.
Defeat him and you'll make history.
I know contemporary media might lead you to believe European history is full of swords, sorcery, and scandal.
I assure you, the truth is far more interesting, and there's no better place to start than Renaissance Era pottery.
Since we have limited time, Ms.
Nomura, perhaps it's best if they explore the museum on their own.
- Don't you think? - [Claire.]
See ya! So, check this out, man.
So, If I walk fifty thousand steps, I get the t-shirt.
A hundred thousand nets me the water bottle.
But if I get five hundred thousand oh, man, you guys that's when things get interesting! [chuckles.]
Look at that embroidery.
Hey, sorry if you got caught up in that little tiff between Lake and I, but I want you to know, since joining the play, I feel like there's another side of me that really wants to come out.
Apology accepted.
You were a jerk.
- [moaning, kissing.]
- [sighs.]
Aw, come on, man.
Don't let Steve get to you.
Claire's a smart girl.
She'll realize he's a jerk.
How? She's too busy thinking I'm a jerk for skipping play rehearsal.
Well, then, this is the perfect moment, dude.
Take her hand and use those lips of yours and talk to her.
Toby, no, no! Wait, wait! Hey, Steve! Did you hear about the Neanderthal exhibit? - Topless.
- Nice! Cave ladies.
Come here, come here.
[chuckles.]
I wish our play had these costumes.
I know, right? With our school budget, I'll end up doing the balcony scene in my bathrobe.
Hey, if anyone could pull it off, it'd be you.
You're the only one on stage who looks like they know what they're doing.
Tell that to my parents.
The one time I get a B, what's their advice? Drop the play.
Are they crazy? You were born for this.
It's like Get closer.
your calling.
My mom would be stoked if I ever found something to be so passionate about.
Wow! You're pretty passionate yourself, Mr.
Guru.
What about you? - What's calling you, Jim Lake Junior? - [clears throat.]
[Eli.]
At first, I thought it was an alien.
Definitely not human.
- It's some sort of monster! - Come on, give it up, Eli.
No, no! This time, I have photographic evidence.
[gasps.]
Hey, Eli, can I see your phone real quick? Oh, my gosh.
Oh, my gosh.
Oh, my gosh.
- Oh, darn! - What the heck? You deleted it? [chuckles.]
Darn these stubby little fingers.
- If it's any consolation, I believed you.
- [tracker beeps.]
- Believing, one calorie.
- [Claire.]
Hey, so I've gotta ask If you weren't going to show up for rehearsals, why even try out? Honestly, I kind of auditioned by accident, but I'm glad I did.
- I really liked the company.
- Aw! [chuckles.]
Thanks.
Um, I was talking about Eli.
[laughs.]
[clears throat.]
- This better be good, Tobes.
- It's actually kind of bad.
- We have a problem.
- What kind of problem? - [Toby.]
Voila! - [Aaarrrgghh.]
Not voila.
Goblin.
- Goblin? - Ruthless tricksters.
Petty street vandals who leave a wake of destruction.
This is not good.
Well, justice was served.
We should get back and train for Draal.
Oh, no, Master Jim.
Where there is one, there is many.
And, as for the unfortunate soul who ran over this small fellow, may Skaargen's swift blade have mercy! - And why is that? - Naturally, goblin payback is ten-fold.
Are you saying whoever ran this guy over is in serious trouble? [Toby.]
A delivery driver left a sticky note on Eli's house.
Wait for it.
The goblin might have gotten squashed by the delivery truck! Hey, let me see that.
If the driver's returning at eight, we need to be here, too.
I'm not gonna let some poor guy become goblin chow on my watch.
Master Jim, answering the call! So cool.
Stakeout! [chuckles.]
Past my curfew! [growls.]
It's already nine o'clock.
Ugh.
It appears the only thing being delivered is failed expectations.
At least, no sign of goblins.
Hey, Tobes, all clear.
How's it going over there? All good in the hood, Trollhunter, except I can't stop moving.
My love of stakeouts is being ruined by my overwhelming need to obtain swag.
- Other than that, nothing unusual.
- You are unusual.
War Hammer out.
War Hammer to Trollhunter, the package has arrived.
[humming.]
- [grunts.]
Whoa! - [object shatters.]
Let's get him out of here before it's too late.
Wait! His fate may already be sealed.
They're here.
Look! [speaking goblin language.]
No, I'm not gonna let an innocent person Great trouble! There appears to be far more than I had anticipated.
Stay down and don't make a sound.
In their frenzied state, they'll attack any in their path.
- [mimicking music.]
- [doorbell rings.]
- Oh! - [object shatters.]
Oops! [humming.]
Yes! My spy gear has arrived! - [pieces clattering.]
- Unassembled! Hey, mind if I use your can? Rad.
Thanks.
[goblin laughing.]
- But that's Eli! He's in my class.
- He was in your class.
[goblin muttering.]
[goblins yelling.]
[snarling, growling.]
[goblins chanting.]
Waka chaka Waka-chaka-wa! Oh, my goblins! [Blinky.]
Unexpected.
Their dispute isn't with the driver at all, but rather the transportation that had flattened their kinsman.
Ooh, you must not be afraid, Master Jim.
I thought the first rule of trollhunting was to always be afraid.
Trolls, not goblins.
Goblins crave the pheromone of terror, an odor you appear to be releasing quite generously.
Wait! This is too much.
You mean, they can smell fear? [sniffs.]
- Oh, no! I can smell it, too.
- Then stop, or they will eat you! [Toby screams.]
[sniffing.]
[snarls.]
Perhaps I made my point too loud.
Run! [goblins snarling.]
[grunting, panting.]
Whoa Where's my truck? - [both panting.]
- [goblins snarling.]
- [screams.]
- Now is not the time for armor! - It'll only slow you down! - You think I'm trying to do this? Your armor is responding to your emotional state! Control your fear, or you'll be dinner! It's so, so heavy! - [gasps.]
- Master Jim! [roars.]
[panting.]
[moans.]
- [tracker beeps.]
- Oh, my gosh! I just got a free t-shirt! - This is so much cardio! - [screams.]
[screams.]
Get it off, get it off, get it off! No! My points! Your points? Our lives, Tobes! - [tracker beeps.]
- [growls.]
We need to find a refuge! Trollmarket's too far.
Cut through these backyards.
We'll get to my house.
Come on, come on, come on! - Waka chaka! - [goblins snarling.]
Up and over.
[grunts.]
- Uh - [goblins snarling.]
- Come on, come on! Hurry, Tobes! - Don't rush me! - [moans.]
- Oh, no.
Ah! I did it! Yes! I rule, I rule! Uh-oh.
[all screaming.]
Thank gosh for Nana's anti-burglar mania.
- [growls.]
- [tracker beeps.]
Wa-cha-ka! [breathing heavily.]
[Nana.]
Toby-pie! Is that you? Don't mind us, Nana.
We'll just be in my room.
Binge-watch another show and keep the cats inside.
Any Anyone else want a snack? I find stress eating calms me down.
I'm sorry to say, Master Jim, but your town is infested with goblins! Okay, trolls, I can deal with because, at least, trolls stay underground.
But goblins? I don't even have the bandwidth to Jim, we gotta get my Chubby Tracker back.
As long as they've got it, they're just gonna get stronger and faster.
Must find den.
Yes, and eradicate them at once before they seek their revenge.
Revenge? On you two.
And they now know where Tobias lives.
So, we find their den.
You must have some idea.
Haven't the foggiest.
- It could be anywhere.
- [gnome chattering.]
Great Gronka Morka! What is the gnome doing in this dollhouse? [Nana.]
Toby-pie? I don't recognize that voice.
Who is that? It's a friend, Nana! I do have more than one! [Nana.]
No, you don't.
You told me to take care of the gnome, so we're taking care of it.
This is in direct violation of rule number two! Whatever happened to finishing the fight? And rule number one is to always be afraid, except if you're around goblins 'cause they smell fear.
Your rules make less sense than algebra, which oh, yeah I have in a few hours, unless I get eaten by goblins tonight.
- [gnome chatters.]
- I'm sorry.
I'm no good at understanding your rules.
I'm not ready for Draal, Bular, or finding a stupid den of goblins.
As your trainer, I can only advise, not make your decisions.
I understand.
You're human.
You're learning the rules in your own way.
Aaarrrgghh and I will seek out this den, wherever it may be.
You just focus on your studies.
It seems life has thrown enough at you for one day.
But a gnome in a dollhouse? - [boy.]
Oh, yes! - Dodge this, Lake! Hey, come on! You gonna get your head in the game, Tobes, or do I have to do this all myself? Why bother taking another step? My Chubby Tracker's gone.
Life's so empty when you're not racking up points.
Well, I thought you'd be more concerned about the goblins coming to kill us.
- Oh, yeah, you're right.
- [grunts.]
[grunting.]
[yelping.]
- [girl.]
Come on! - [boy.]
Keep your eyes open! [girl.]
Oh, nice! [growls.]
At least your training's paying off.
[groans.]
Man down.
[in high-pitched voice.]
My gronk-nuks! In your face! You're out, Domzalski! [chuckles.]
Pretty good, Romeo, but kiss your Juliet goodbye.
[moaning.]
- Leave Claire out of this.
- Don't let him get to you - Ow! Seriously? - Pucker up, Steve, and kiss this! [in slow-motion.]
Whoa! [in slow-motion.]
No! [in slow-motion.]
Oh, snap! - [screams, groans.]
- [whistle blows.]
Ooh, headshot! Shake it off, Nuñez! So, she has a fat lip.
People pay good money for that sort of look.
- She should thank you.
- And just when I was making up ground.
Why do I have to get so worked up over her? Hey, we're red-blooded teenagers.
We're powerless to that sort of thing.
Except for me, though.
- [phone vibrating.]
- I got it all figured out.
Hmm? Whoa! - I earned a windbreaker! - Toby, do you know what this means? Yeah.
If it's not too warm and not too cold, I have the perfect cover-up! No.
A goblin must have the Chubby Tracker on him! We know where they're going.
This could lead us straight to their den.
And I'm getting a lot of points.
Shouldn't we be telling Blinky and Aaarrrgghh? By the time we get down to Trollmarket, the Chubby Tracker battery could be dead, and then we'll never find the goblin den.
Besides, we're just gonna scope it out and then report back.
Easy.
Hey, look! Look over there.
The museum.
We should have known.
- Let's go tell the others.
- [gasps.]
Get down! - [Jim.]
It's the museum lady.
- She has no idea it's infested.
At any moment, they could strike! Or worse lay eggs in her ears.
I don't think goblins do that.
Anyway, we need to get her out of there immediately.
Good idea, but cover your ears.
Come on, open up.
Hello? Hello? Where'd she go? Why isn't she answering? 'Cause she's already dead, Jim.
Or she can't hear because she already has eggs in her ears! - We gotta get in there.
- What? You have to speak louder.
- This is breaking and entering.
- No, it's-it's breaking and rescuing.
Relax.
We're just gonna get her out of there, and then let Blinky and Aaarrrgghh handle the rest.
[grunting.]
[chuckles.]
[grunting.]
[groans.]
Jeez, this place gives me the creeps with the lights out.
It was better when you could see the Neanderthals.
[goblins snoring.]
[snoring continues.]
Ugh! [classical music playing.]
- [gasps.]
- [yelps.]
Okay, what do we say? If we scare her, the goblins might find us.
How about we're art lovers and we just couldn't wait to see the new exhibits? - We're from the gas company.
- [objects clattering.]
- The door was open and we smelled a leak.
- [humming.]
[moans, grunts.]
- [screams.]
- [sniffing.]
- [whimpering.]
- No, no, that won't work.
- We don't have the uniforms for that.
- [stammering.]
- Hey, what's with you? - [stammering.]
The face Chill out, Tobes.
You're gonna wake the goblins.
[snoring.]
[sniffing.]
[stammering.]
Her fa the face it's so ugly! Okay, okay.
So, she's not your type.
You don't have to be rude about it.
[sniffing.]
[growls.]
[speaking goblin language.]
- [sniffing.]
- [whimpering.]
- You're gonna draw them to us.
- She's a monster, Jim! I saw her face! It wasn't natural! - She's, like, some sort of troll - What? but one of us.
Like a weird half-breed thing, man.
- Maybe it was just the lighting.
- The lighting? - [sighs.]
- [phone vibrating.]
- [gasps.]
- [snarls.]
- Turn it off, turn it off, turn it off! - I'm trying, I'm trying! - But I won the cooler.
- [cackling.]
I knew I detected the stink of teenage flesh.
[both screaming.]
- [yelps.]
- But a human Trollhunter that I've never tasted.
[hisses.]
Then let's see how you like the taste of Daylight.
That was a good one, Jimbo! - [grunts.]
- [cackles.]
- What are you? - I'm what kills you.
[grunts.]
[gasps, yells.]
Whoa! [snarling.]
[yelling.]
[panting, yelling.]
- [snarls, laughs.]
- [tracker beeps.]
You Give it back! [grunts.]
Give it.
These points are mine.
[both grunting.]
[cackles, gasps.]
Ah! You'll die for that.
[grunting.]
Yah! Hi-yah! - [grunts.]
- [yells.]
[grunting.]
- [grunts.]
- [snarling.]
[grunts.]
Waka chaka! Da! - [grunts.]
- [yells.]
[grunting.]
[chuckles.]
[grunts.]
- [grunts.]
- Hi-yah! - [groans.]
- [cackling.]
[continues cackling.]
Hey, look at that.
This was fun.
Now, you're history.
[grunts.]
All that fancy armor and you're just a scared little boy.
[snarling.]
[Blinky.]
Fear heightens your senses.
Fear keeps you alive.
Arrogance gets you killed! [in slow-motion.]
No! [goblin screams.]
No, no! Waka chaka! [grunts.]
Waka chaka! [all.]
Waka chaka! No, it wasn't me! No! No! - [screams.]
- [goblins snarling.]
Let's get out of here! [Toby screaming.]
Holy What the? Her face! Did you? And that bridge! There were troll markings on it.
Bridge? Who cares? There's a shapeshifting troll witch! - They're walking among us, Tobes! - [siren blaring.]
- They can be anyone! - This is a total game-changer! - We need to tell Blinky and Aaarrrgghh.
- [siren blaring.]
- [man.]
Hands up! - What's happening? - On the ground, now! - What did we do? Dispatch, we have the teens that match the description of the museum break-in.
You're coming with us.