Thundercats (2011) s01e20 Episode Script

Previously on Thundercats I won't let her be a slave.
This is the pit.
It's where slaves and criminals fight to survive.
I cannot kill my King.
You said you were among other cat slaves.
A mining operation in Mount Plun-Darr.
Another cave-in, Ratar-O.
Then two more of my beloved cats are gone.
Truly a shame.
Good thing the lizards were selling them at a great price, so I've got plenty to spare.
Maybe what they say is true The sword of Plun-Darr is cursed, and all those who seek it are fated to die.
Of course it's true, you buffoon.
That's why I'm sending them in there.
So, which lucky kitties go next? No volunteers? Very well.
I'll pick.
Them.
Today, Mordax? They're escaping! One job to do, and you screw it up.
Funny how things change.
Not long ago, the cats had all the other animals pinned under their claws.
Now, the once great hunters have become the hunted! I can't stand to see our people treated like this.
Try living it.
For months, I suffered lashings from those rodents.
We gave up hope of being saved long ago.
Today, they will go free.
That's a promise.
You say it's the sword of Plun-Darr that old rat is digging for? If what I learned through the book of omens is true, its power rivals my own sword.
If Mumm-Ra finds that weapon, it may not matter if we get to the other stones first.
Then while you free slaves, I'll take care of the sword.
I'm coming with you.
Oh, brother.
Be careful.
You like her, don't you.
No! I mean I'm over it.
Maybe it's time you move on to someone else.
Enough flirting.
Let's do something about those slaves.
This is a terrible idea, by the way.
It's the surest way to get us to the dig site.
Besides, these chains aren't even locked.
Hey, you two! That's better.
Wouldn't want you running off and getting hurt.
Well, at least this will make our disguise more convincing.
You're lucky you're cute.
Here, drink this.
My King has returned.
I only wish I came sooner.
They said you wouldn't come back, that you'd forgotten.
I knew you would.
I never lost hope.
Who did this to you? They did.
Stick to the plan and they'll all be free soon enough.
Oh, cripes.
You rats make me sick! Pumyra, enough! Stay out of this! I'm gonna make sure he never touches a cat again.
I was only following orders.
Then I'll take care of the rat that gave them, too.
What is this monster's life worth to you? In Thundera I freed a lizard who later did the same for me.
Sometimes mercy can be an even greater weapon than the sword.
If you were anyone but King, that rat would be dead.
Yeah, kid's got a way of using that crown to get you to do all kinds of cockamamie things.
Oh, don't give me that look.
I was joking.
Drop your weapons.
Maybe he didn't hear my speech.
Who's up next? Don't all jump at once.
At the rate we're losing cats, you'll all get your chance.
How about We'll go.
Finally some brave cats.
Let's see if your cockiness saves you from the sword's curse.
Did he say curse? It's probably just superstition to keep the slaves scared.
I hope you're right.
I'm right about everything.
No curse, huh? I'm still not convinced.
But if there was, it'd be no match for the two of us.
Ratar-O, I have prisoners for Slaves belong in the pit, you hopeless halfwit.
But he had this.
Let me see that.
So you're the child king of the Thundercats.
A shame you have no kingdom.
And an even greater shame, I missed its tragic fall.
What's left of your people belongs to me, and soon the sword of Plun-Darr will as well.
Mumm-Ra's sword.
Indeed.
And the fool doesn't even know it's here.
But long before anyone knew it was once his, it was ours.
Look like it didn't do you swamp dwellers much good.
It did, until the cats took it away.
For generations, the rats lived off the other animals' leftovers, feeding on scraps in the Swamplands, barely surving underground.
Until my ancestor, Ratilla, made a discovery that changed our destiny.
With the sword of Plun-Darr in our possession, we were finally able to take what was rightfully ours.
But the cats said we abused our newfound power.
The truth was, they were unwilling to share it.
Arrogantly believing only themselves to be worthy of such a mighty weapon, they sent the wizard Jaga with their own sword of Omens in hand to destroy it.
Ratilla fought for the fate of our people, but Jaga's magic was too much for him.
To keep the sword out of the hands of our people, Jaga put a curse on it And plunged it into the Earth, allowing this mountain to grow over it like a scar, Burying it forever.
Our people never recovered.
But when those cats unearth it for me, I will rule as my ancestor once did.
And we will be back at the top of the food chain.
"We"? Remember, your place is to serve me.
I'm getting tired on your abuse.
Good.
Then take it out on the cats.
I want them dead.
The platform falling Was a coincidence.
- Now the torch is going out? - Shoddy equipment.
And the cats who died? We only heard that cats died.
It's not like Look, if we stick together, we can survive whatever- Look out! A freak accident.
Or not.
Look.
The sword of Plun-Darr must be in there.
There's an energy around it.
So how do we get it out? I know it sounds strange, but the magic I sense, it feel's like Jaga's work.
And that magic flows through me as well.
That's my girl.
See? I told you all that nonsense about this thing being Don't taunt the curse.
It was your mercy that got us into this.
And I'll get us out of this.
Maybe you should start with me.
He's gotta get us out of this.
Should we make a run for it? We'll never make it.
You're fast enough to get out of here.
Go! You know I'd never leave you behind.
If this is our last moment together, we'd better make the most of it.
We survived.
I told you sticking together would save us from the curse.
I think we just got lucky.
You're right.
We did.
Not much of a King, are you? I pulled my people out from underground, built this mine, enslaved your pathetic kind, and will soon rule over all I survey.
And you- I'm just getting started.
You're a tyrant who rules by fear.
Your people are just slaves on the other side of the whip.
But my people are still standing.
Well, kill him, you dope! What are you waiting for? I'm trying to figure out why this cat treated me better than you do.
Kill him! Kill him yourself.
Told you I'd get us out of this.
Perhaps there is room for mercy in our struggle.
Thank you, my King.
Ratar-O fled back underground.
You'll be safe in the old settlement just outside the ruins of Thundera.
Thank you.
That's every cat accounted for, except Tygra and Cheetara.
What if they couldn't find the sword? As if there was any doubt.
This isn't a weapon for cats to wield.
We should take it to the tower of Omens before Mumm-Ra learns it's been unearthed.
It's too late for that.