Bye Bye, Earth (2024) s01e10 Episode Script

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nis.
donis.
Adonis.
Where am I?
Greetings, Adonis the Question.
Welcome to the Army of Insatiable Emptiness.
Who are you?
I've been waiting for you.
Both I and that sword there.
What sword?
What's this?
I can't! My hands will
Nowhere
What is this thing?!
Your sword, Adonis the Question.
I made it, and not even
I could grasp its true form.
But your form guides it.
You made this?
I am Dram,
the swordwright who shaped Runding.
I knew it!
That sword strives to gain greater
power through meeting you.
The ever-withering force of death.
The force of death
Rusty Nail is a fitting
instrument for you to play.
That is the name of the form
I saw in its steel.
Rusty Nail
This is my sword.
This monster of a sword is mine?
The first sword that's really mine!
Give me one reason I should teach this lout.
No one else can.
I'd like you to stake your pride
as an Enola on this job,
Sian.
Sian Lablac?
Submit to me, starting now.
I'll teach you how to swing that sword.
Oh? Now this is a surprise.
We hadn't heard from you in so
long we were getting worried.
Come on in.
Belle?
I couldn't do it.
The door to journeys must be
a real tough nut to crack.
Gwyn, when's the next battle?
It starts in three days.
We'll be fighting over farmland. Why?
I want you to include me.
You, Belle?
What brought this on?
I want to swing my sword.
She looks white as a sheet,
and she's still looking for a swordfight?
There's always some love affair
at the bottom of such things.
What do you have to sulk about?
You've got that foulmouthed
Underdog girl, remember?
And you never stick to one partner.
You've got nothing to hold over my head.
She's special, that girl.
You can't peg her age.
She's free of all external markers, too.
Beauty and ugliness no longer apply.
I'm almost jealous of her.
She's after a companion
to go journeying with her,
certainly not some passing fling.
I know that!
And no one can stick it out by her side
while she's gearing up to leave.
Adonis signed up for one
hell of a responsibility.
Are you going to tell her
about your little plan?
If she wants a traveling companion,
I want to show her
that we can become something like
nomads without leaving Park City.
Gwyn!
Today, we settle things once and for all!
I hope you're ready!
I see you two haven't changed.
If I lose here, I join the Underdogs tomorrow.
Honestly, could you respect the rules
of Park City any less?
Now then
You're up, Belle!
I bet you're sick of waiting!
Well, yeah.
My body can't keep up with me.
I'm rustier than I thought.
My sword feels heavy.
Why do I feel so powerless?
Can you?
Can you cut me?
You bet I can!
I'll kill you!
First off, cough up all
those swords you stole.
Well, I'll be.
No wonder you've got people out for you.
Okay, start by doubting even your doubts.
You'll find your roots in that.
What?
I'm telling you to break every blade
here with your hands and that sword.
You'll never beat my daughter
in this sorry state.
What?!
M-My sword!
M-M-My
Don't panic, fool. Look closer.
That sword withers without end.
Don't get attached to a mere shell.
Just now, I felt like the sword
smiled at me a little.
Glad to hear it.
Now keep that spirit and come at me.
Nowhere
She's like a storm raging without a sound.
That's not Belle.
The real Belle has sunk somewhere deep below.
And she'll drown if she stays there.
How can you be so calm?
Say, Bennett,
can you still see with that eye?
Barely. Why?
All mermaids act as guardian spirits
in the mental plane counterpart to our world.
That's the real reason you
reflect the minds of others,
and why mermaids are
always both male and female.
But what can I do now?
I'm a half-baked mermaid,
stuck living out my life as a man.
I wouldn't say that.
Take this eye injury of yours.
Have you ever thought about how mermaids'
physical wounds link to mental ones,
and to your male and female selves?
Are you saying I should
No one else can do it.
You can't tell me you don't know why
Belle only ever visits your place.
That's one sword down.
I'd call this a decent start.
Eat and sleep. We start early tomorrow.
Got that?
I'll kill you one day
How much do you know about me?
I grasped everything about you
when you turned up here.
How could you make this sword
without knowing me?
I merely give the future form in steel.
The future?
Steel takes the shape of a sword—its future.
The sword draws in its wielder
and seeks to assume a fitting form.
Does that include Belle's Runding?
Take a soak in the bath before you rest.
I added medicine to heal your wounds.
If you want a lullaby,
I'll start telling you more tomorrow.
Listen to the voice of the steel!
Damn it!
Consider that sword your soulmate!
Don't think of it as just a tool!
Kill me.
I'll take you out someday.
End me while you can.
Kill me!
"The answer to our prayers," huh?
Why did you agree to instruct me?
Because I'm an Enola.
The form of my curse forces me to do so.
I'll carry on your teachings
for my brother as well as myself.
So please
Gaff.
Meister, continue our lessons!
I made a mistake.
I became a teacher to escape
my birth as Prince Fatal,
but my swordplay felt like a deception,
and I directed my frustrations
at the next Prince Fatal.
This sword
Can you read it?
"Enola."
I've been waiting for you
for such a long, long time.
That was me.
Back when I only knew my male self,
I came to Park City to find
the other side of me.
There, I met a man named Gibson,
who helped me while I
apprenticed as a swordwright.
But I never awakened as a woman
while I was living with him.
What a magnificent sword.
With skills like yours,
I hope you'll come to the castle.
There, I shall entrust the shape
of the future to steel.
Gibson
Be happy.
Are you really sure about this?
I knew that I'd eventually have to betray
either the person I care for most
or the feelings that mean the most to me.
Take me with you
to where the future I ought to shape is.
King Rawhide has given a direct order.
He wants you to carve steel
from the divine tree
and fashion swords for the priesthood.
What future will the divine tree show?
Visions of ruin!
Sacrifice for the sake of creation!
It's rejecting me.
Who are you waiting for?!
Dram saw through the divine
tree's true nature at a glance.
It left her no choice but to accept
divine rule as the Princess Laideronette.
A Nidhogg has appeared!
Some solist's axe consumed his soul!
Who?! What's his name?
Gibson.
I made that sword!
You're telling me it infected Gibson's soul?!
Show me!
Let me see Gibson's sword!
It's that tree! The divine tree!
Look at how warped it's become!
The Ashes of the Tried
They're what turned Gibson's sword into that.
You gave him the ashes?
I see.
That god's true power is erasing the future.
I've been a fool not to realize it before now.
After that,
every sword Dram wrought came out abnormal.
Blades no one could wield,
spells no one understood,
designs that defied all comprehension
About the only decent one
was the sword she gave to Gaff.
And Dram carved the spells she engraved
on her swords into her own body.
That was when I started hearing the voices.
Despair for the present
and endless hope for the future.
Nowhere.
Their hunger drew me to the darkness
As it did you.
What exactly are you people
trying to make me do?
We need someone to doubt reason.
And just what is a "girl of reason," anyway?
"The Girl of Reason"
The reason that exists
all throughout this world
She will demolish our ancient order
and bring a new world into being.
She was also the immediate
impetus for my own journey.
"The girl of reason"?
One of Denari Land's greatest mysteries.
Denari Land
Guided by that revelation I received,
I became a nomad.
And at the end of my long journey,
I solved her riddle and raised her.
Belle, you mean?
When I first laid eyes on Belle,
I felt the urge to kill.
But I nevertheless resolved
to raise the girl of reason
because she was waiting for me.
Don't tell me the
girl of reason is the gods'
Behind her lies the true god
who dispatched Deus Ex Machina
to rule the realms of paradise
in the ancient age of gods.
Discover the rest for yourself,
unless you'd rather die here.
We're basically playing at being family.
Life would be so much easier if
playing house could save anyone.
You know the vision of the
future you left in Runding?
I want to see it, too.
I made that sword of steel yet to ripen.
It is forever being born.
I made your sword of steel rusted to nothing.
It is forever withering.
I think I understand
what you want me to do with
this sword. To that god
and to Belle.
You'd better not touch my hands.
Only because you define your curse that way.
You are the wellspring of your curse.
The true identity of what fills
your world with enmity and hate.
What?
You're telling me it was that simple?
I was born without a mother,
so I grew up without drinking mother's milk.
Without enough warmth.
It's all right.
I've seen it.
Oh?
I think I understand why I'm
the one to wield this sword.
Come at me.
Nowhere
The child we need.
To truly doubt has no meaning!
It doesn't even need a reason!
Whatever I question with this
sword just withers forever
as the darkness of the
future swallows it whole!
I give you the fangs of the
Army of Insatiable Emptiness.
Child of darkness,
by welcoming you into its ranks, the army
will render its own theme unshakable.
Darkness turned out to be warmer than light.
That's the whole of my motif.
Nowhere
Nowhere
Nowhere Nowhere
You're waiting too
For the girl of reason
Tenth Movement
Spiral: Howling Sword, Rusty Nail
Moonwork. "To do as the moon."
I want to risk my life!
Stop it, Benedictine!
May I ask you a question?
for you to come die at my hand.
I can never sing again!
Forever in the stone.