Cannon Busters (2019) s01e09 Episode Script

Giant forts popped up in the sky and golems started indiscriminately laying waste.
We could not resist them at all.
As a child, my elders would speak of the Sorcerer's Age.
I thought they were fairy tales to scare us.
No one expected that destructive power.
Then why'd you become Locke's dog? It ended in an instant.
Those who resisted were tortured and killed.
We, who promptly kneeled, became scouts to locate Botica's prince.
I didn't want to die.
I didn't want my family to die.
I had no choice.
There's always one.
Unlike selfish princes, we ordinary people lack the right to choose.
Should a brat ignorant of society be heir to Botica, Kingdom of Scholars? If you think a king's duty is to smile and wave, you're wrong! Consider your words, insolent swine.
I I'm not my father.
Yet I can't say I'm convinced Kalah is behind the attack.
I can't think of another thorn in the king's side.
A thorn? The continent owes its peace to Kalah's protection.
He should be grateful.
Yes, Kalah was cooperative after their failed strike against Botica.
Did you conveniently forget Botica's designs, royal dog? Boasting overwhelming military force, your invasion was checked in advance.
Kalah did so and kept its pride.
And how many lives were sacrificed for that worthless pride? This isn't the time! That said, you claim it wasn't Kalah's doing? I cannot endorse taking her with us.
Best case, she would slow us down.
Worst case, it could prove fatal.
Releasing her would just reveal our position.
She hasn't acted oddly.
We can't kill her.
We said we wouldn't.
- We only have food for two.
- We won't kill her.
Bring her, Odin.
We should elude this creature.
It seems hostile! I know! This shortcut is taking a while.
We need to hurry to Gara's Keep.
Return the pearl, Casey.
I found it! I love it! The light changes with the angle! The sphere is mathematically perfect! That's nice, but When I get an airship, this can be the masthead! It's like a cursed totem bringing bad luck! Bad luck? Steal a crab monster's treasure and it's gonna want it back! That's not luck! It's nature! Sam, can I keep it? It's nature's desire! And selling it? That's nature too.
Sell it? Never! We'll settle the split later.
Damn it! I was saving this for something special, but desperate times Nice shirts, but I'm not sure they improve our situation.
He's preoccupied.
I'm calling that a win.
What the hell? Bizarre! It's like we're standing on something but nothing too! Hey, quit it, shrimp! - Did you see that? - See what? Bessie! No! Hello! Nice to meet you! Okay, this shit is weird.
I don't do weird.
Not dying is pretty weird.
My thing is just heavy.
It's the hour of our deliverance! Oh, happy day! Just as the prophecy said! Hello, all! Could anyone assist us Welcome, deliverers! I am Moldwarp.
I am the elder here.
We have been in exile for many years.
That's a cool story, but could you get us off this gross trampoline? - Why do you not sing? - Evil! Evil! It's long been prophesied that truth is revealed in song.
That one day deliverers will lead us to the higher plane.
But those who don't sing speak evil.
They are liars.
Blow me! We're not deliverers or evil! Just fools who fell down a hole! This seems interesting! I like ancient prophecies! Tell us more.
It's foretold in the first revelation that a heavenly glow would bathe us, and our snouts would bloom anew.
Sunlight makes flowers grow! Deliverers arrive from the higher plane to endure a series of trials and prove their intentions.
Oh! That means us! Cloaked in purity, they would summon a vessel to transport us out of this dark prison.
But if everyone starts building, can't you make it out of the hole? In maybe around 150 years? Shut her up.
I don't wanna wait 150 years for the moles to build us out.
Right.
Prince Kelby will be quite old in 150 years.
Exactly.
Why not help them summon their vessel? We could ride it out too.
We had a "vessel" until Casey lost it down that hole.
You know the whole prophecy thing is bull.
- But their noses! - The sun makes flowers bloom! - It's just a coincidence! - But it's polite to play along.
They're so happy to see us.
They're happy to see anyone down here.
Is the "series of trials" multiple choice? I'm good at those! Behold the floor beneath you.
What are we beholding, squinty? Under your feet lies a series of delicate, silken strands.
They hold the power to test the purity of those standing upon them through song.
Got it.
Song, huh? Wait, what? Through song, truth reveals itself.
A truthful song will steady your footing and prove you are saviors.
What's the song? Will you teach us? The song must come from you.
From your heart.
Sorry, I'm not equipped with one.
Me neither.
Can we sing from our circuits? As you wish.
Yay! You want us to sing? I ain't doing it.
We make no demands.
You are free to decline.
Thanks.
Starve to death in the web or plunge into the abyss.
The choice is yours.
How deep is this hole exactly? None who have fallen have returned.
That is all we know.
Fine.
One, two, three, shoot! Shit, how'd you do that? Statistical analysis.
Plus, you always throw rock.
Fine.
I'll prove that this whole "purity" thing is bull.
Whatever I sing will vibrate us off this thing as long as it's loud.
I'm a world-famous badass! There's a bounty on my head! Everyone's Philly the Kid's enemy 'cause of all the bad crap I did! Wow! He's doing it! A little off-pitch though.
I care about booze, tobacco, and Bessie! When I eat, it's messy! I traveled with a light load till I met bots on the road! They make me mad, but I guess they ain't so bad Oh! He sang that he loved us! But Sam's a pain in my ass That's why I didn't want to sing, bastards! Heard that, Casey? Philly spoke well of us! That wasn't the song's lesson.
Good luck, Philly! I hope dying doesn't hurt this time! I'll go next.
Is that okay, Mr.
Moldwarp? I used to live a lonely life.
Fixing things and such till I met two special friends.
I love them! Off in search of a long-lost prince.
That had become our goal! And we were doing pretty good till we fell in this hole But things will be just fine! 'Cause I just walked across the web and made it to this shrine! That wasn't hard at all! Sing, Sam! Okay.
Well, here goes Nice to meet you.
I am Sam, Special Associate Model from It's okay.
You can do it, Sam! A little boy was in the woods.
See how the stars surround him.
A little girl was passing through.
And was glad she had found him They found a path up to the sky.
Was such a stroke of luck but after walking years and years, they found that they were stuck.
The boy found he'd lost half his stars, and only half remained.
But around the girl, the other half she attained.
They made their own world in those stars.
They walked it hand in hand.
Between the sky and world below, never more to land.
Sam, you did it! Though the song was a bit of a downer.
It was? I felt it flowed from deep inside me.
I don't know.
The stars and getting stuck in the sky? - What did you think? - Quite excellent! Guess it's a matter of taste.
Your songs revealed your purity.
As prophesied, you must be our saviors.
Yippee! I'm very good at saving things.
By the way, anyone seen my pearl? Maybe you left it in the car.
I hope there's a bottom.
Yeah.
Wait! No! Be strong, Bessie! You too, Philly! Come, we must celebrate your passing of the first trial! It seems the trial of song left you with quite an appetite.
I don't require food, but it's rude to refuse.
I think it's okay to be rude sometimes.
Eat your fill.
There are more trials, and our freedom depends on it.
We're happy to save friends from this hole.
Mr.
Moldwarp, what else must we do? Your next trial is simple.
Oh, good.
I was afraid it'd be dancing.
My feet are out of date.
To fulfill the prophecy, you must prove your gallantry.
We can! Then we'll have you fight until one of you is dead.
Are you amused? Sorry, you're quite a funny fellow.
Joking about fighting to the death.
I take it back.
You're not funny at all.
On my cue, the fight will begin.
The match will go on until one is dead.
I'd like to summon your vessel thingy, but I just can't hurt Casey.
That is what the prophecy says.
Then change the prophecy.
I won't obey.
Yeah! That is quite unfortunate.
It seems you are all false deliverers.
- So we can go? - You may go in the pit.
Casey! What sorcery is this? That's not sorcery! This is Sam's hidden power! Philly! Sam! Philly's back! How many times did you die on the way down? Get in the car! - Oh, the vessel! - Our vessel! Save us from the darkness! What the? What the hell? The vessel! The vessel! The savior vessel! The vessel! Order please! Make way! There is only enough room for important people! Me first! Hold on.
What'd you say? We are legion.
I must take priority.
Thought so.
Typical aristocrat, ditching your people to save your own ass.
Say what you will.
It's bullshit! This is my car.
I decide who rides in it.
But the prophecy Shove your prophecy.
Have a nice trip! Why? That was disrespectful! You should've asked him to sing first.
- Shut it! - How deep was the hole? I never hit bottom.
Yo, crabby, going up! Goodbye, everybody! I hope you get out someday! Thanks for the lift! Next time we meet, I hope it's with a side of melted butter! Where's my pearl? Philly, did you see it down in the hole? You kidding? That wasn't a pearl.
It was a crab egg! It was? Wow, that's an awfully big baby! They made it! See, Philly? Maybe we were their saviors, just like the prophecy said! A giant crab naps in a hole, wakes up, crawls up with hitchhikers and goes back home.
It's not magic.
It's nature.
I accept that.
Trust me.
Magic is dead.
I suppose.
But the web strengthened when I sang from the heart.
Yeah.
What was that song, anyway? It still has me bummed out.
A lullaby.
I sang it every night to Prince Kelby when he was little.
King Bulgher said it was his mother's favorite story.
It was worth dying twice to miss that.
C'mon, let's get out of here.
I dare you to eat this.
Eat it! Eat it! Eat it! Do it swiftly.
I wasn't sleeping! It's all right.
What's happening? Why are you toying with me? Calm your mind and ease your spirit, dear Father.
Your suffering is done.
- What do you mean? - I know where to find Kelby.
W-Why? How? Did I It wasn't you.
You still don't understand what I'm capable of.
I beg of you, my son.
He is your blood! Don't