Trollhunters (2016) s02e01 Episode Script

[electronic whirring.]
I am Gun Robot.
Resistance is futile.
- [alarm beeping.]
- Give up, Sally.
Give up.
- [snoring.]
- [Sally screaming.]
- [gasps.]
- I am Gun Robot.
I am superior.
- Jim? Jim, honey, are you up? - [beeping stops.]
Honey, are are you here? Jim? Oh, hey! Sorry, Mom.
- Putting these socks on is so easy today.
- You scared me.
- I was worried you'd run off or - Run off? [scoffs.]
Where would I go? Some scary underground world? No, I've been here the whole time.
[chuckles.]
Oh, your-your-your breakfast! Almost forgot.
[chuckles.]
[humming.]
[screams.]
[grunts, chuckles.]
[grunts.]
[screams.]
- [whimpers.]
- [egg splatters.]
Hm.
Hm.
[chuckles.]
[grunting.]
Looks like you've been taking cooking lessons from me.
The doctor said, after that concussion and loss of memory, you need all the nourishment you can get.
And voila! Omelette à la Jimbo.
- [gags.]
Thank you, Jim.
- Yes! Must've been some concussion.
I still can't remember when we redecorated the house.
- [grunts.]
- Whoa! - Uh - [glass shatters.]
[yells, chuckles.]
It's a shame.
I-I really love the wallpaper you picked, - Mrs Mom.
[chuckles.]
- [phone rings.]
Gotta go, but I'll be back for dinner.
- See ya later, Dr.
L! - Dr.
L? - We are late, Jimbo.
- [sighs.]
Keeping up appearances is hard.
She was so close to finding out today.
I don't know how long I can keep this up.
You wear the glamour mask and play Jim.
It's got this sweaty troll stank to it.
No way.
We made a deal.
You cover for him in Arcadia, I handle all his duties in Trollmarket.
- Fine.
Speaking of which, any word? - Come on, Tobes! It's only been two weeks, and the amulet hasn't called for anyone else.
We know he's okay in the Darklands.
He'll be back, and with my baby brother.
I hope so.
I don't know how much longer I can deal with this stank.
Where are you, Jim? [blowing.]
Come on.
Come on, come on.
Yes! [creature snarling.]
[growling.]
[roars.]
- [growling.]
- [exhales.]
Yes! Dinner! [chuckles.]
[scratching.]
- [gasps.]
- [snarling.]
[screams, yells.]
[snarling.]
I don't suppose you want to talk about this? - [snarling.]
- [screaming.]
- [grunts.]
- [snarling.]
- [grunts.]
- [snarling.]
[grunts.]
[snarling.]
[snarling.]
[pants, grunts.]
[roars.]
[snarling.]
[grunts.]
All right.
Papa's bringing home the bacon.
[blowing.]
Oh! [coughs.]
Still beats chicken surprise.
Hey, Tobes.
[chuckles.]
You want a bite, Claire? No? How about you, Blink? Gotta get in here while it lasts.
Says the guy who's getting far too comfortable talking to himself.
Man, I miss you guys.
Anyway, your loss.
More for me.
Mm [gags.]
Where are you, Enrique? There's no end to this place.
[Blinky.]
Then, Tobias and I ride in on the Vespa, in a blazing fury, obviously utilizing Claire's shadow staff's temporal portal ability.
Aha! Yes! I believe this could work.
What do you think, old friend? No, you're right.
That can't work.
A shadow staff cannot cross into the Darklands.
So, the question remains.
How does one open a bridge to save the Trollhunter when one needs a Trollhunter to open said bridge? The quandary is confounding.
Think, Blinkous, think! Any luck, Blink? Per usual, I'm never short on plans, but a working one? No.
I must say, it is most frustrating to find oneself without any options.
What about you, Tobias? Any fortune with the fetch? I've been sticking my head through this thing everywhere in Arcadia.
All I see is endless Darklands.
No Jim.
But I have been leaving Nougat Nummies to let him know we haven't given up and to provide a boost of nourishment.
[sighs.]
This is hopeless, isn't it? As my brother Dictatious used to say [speaking Trollish.]
- "Even the word 'hopeless'" - "isn't void of hope.
" Glad to see you still know your Trollish.
Which is precisely why we mustn't give up in helping Master Jim.
Our adventures have already taken one friend from us.
We must not lose another.
The answer to saving Jim is in here somewhere.
Hey, what the heck? Who turned my warhammer into a backscratcher? After witnessing your troubles handling it, I sought to stabilize its unpredictability and make it, as you might say - fun-size.
- Whaaaaat? Pocket hammer.
Fun-size.
Awesome-size! Fun-size.
Awesome-size! - Fun-size.
Awesome-size! - [horn blowing in distance.]
Holy horns, what's that? - [horn blowing.]
- [grunting.]
[crowd murmuring.]
Whoa! All the troll heavyweights are here.
- Hey! Wise Wumpa lady! - Hm.
- Who summoned the Tribunal, Vendel? - The Tribunal summoned themselves.
Word of the Trollhunter's stupidity to enter the Darklands has spread like the plague.
And now, they're calling for the destruction of Killahead Bridge.
[gasps.]
But if they destroy the bridge, Jim won't be able to get out.
I'm well aware of that, and I'm trying to prevent it.
- Let's go, Blinkous.
- There goes our hope.
We must keep searching.
Master Jim's time is running out.
Mm.
[all panting.]
- [all sniffing.]
- [speaking goblin language.]
- [gasps.]
- [goblin speaking in distance.]
[grunting.]
The human Trollhunter is here.
The bridge can be opened.
Find him.
[all speaking goblin language.]
[panting.]
[gasps, yells.]
[screaming.]
- [grunts, sighs.]
- [babies cooing.]
[gasps.]
No way.
The nursery.
That's a lot of babies.
[Vendel.]
I see no reason for your impatience.
He may still be alive.
There's been no other Trollhunter chosen.
Why do we have to move now? We cannot allow the child's folly to endanger all of trollkind.
Foolish he was to go in alone.
Should not have gone at all.
If Gunmar finds the boy, what's stopping him from getting out? Killahead Bridge is locked in the vault.
Like a vault will stop Gunmar.
Tear it down, and let the flesh thing perish in the Darklands.
Your toy amulet will choose another.
Those ungrateful turds! We don't have a say about Jim, but volcano guy does? The Trollhunter's fate is not yet sealed.
The amulet has yet to call another.
He may still return to us.
Captured already he may be, with Gumm-Gumm horde marching for us! I am astounded at what I'm hearing.
Master Jim's deeds may be brash, yes, but, in his short tenure bearing the sacred mantle, the Trollhunter slayed Bular the Vicious [screaming.]
rallied Trollmarket against Angor Rot, uncovered the changelings in our midst, and captured the very bridge you now wish to make his tomb.
So many times he has granted our kind mercy, saved us from ourselves.
I don't merely ask that we keep the bridge standing.
I demand we go in after him! Very moving, Blinkous, but answer me this.
Who's to say this human isn't a changeling, who went in to free Gunmar himself? [gasps.]
I am flabbergasted! - I see no proof otherwise.
- How dare you! You were the ones who said he has to answer every call! He went in to hunt down Gunmar, the one troll the rest of you are too scared to deal with! Oh, not these two.
- They're always a pain in my rear! - [Blinky.]
They deserve to be heard! If you boot them from these proceedings, you may as well do the same to me! [grunts.]
Scum of the earth! Dark Underlord, the Trollhunter is here.
The bridge It can be opened! Find him! After centuries, we will be free.
- [goblin humming.]
- [baby cooing.]
[both humming.]
[cooing, laughing.]
Shh-shh-shh! [cooing.]
[grunting.]
- [gasps.]
- [goblin humming.]
"Eloise Stemhower.
" Born 1894.
Jeez, what are they feeding you guys? - [grunts.]
- [crying.]
[gasps.]
Shh-shh-shh! It's okay, it's okay.
Waltolomew Strickler? [cooing.]
[humming.]
[grunting, sniffing.]
You're the real Walter Strickler? You're so small.
[laughing.]
[sputtering, cooing.]
Enrique! I know a girl who has been dying to see you.
- [sighs.]
- [laughing.]
I'll come back, I promise.
I'll come back for all of you.
[grunts.]
[humming.]
[yelling.]
[continues yelling.]
[sighs.]
[gasps.]
- [bottle clatters.]
- [all yelling.]
[grunts.]
- Still here? - [both grunting.]
[cooing.]
- [yells, grunts.]
- [screaming.]
[cooing.]
[grunting.]
- [Enrique cooing.]
- [all yelling.]
- [all screaming.]
- [goblins chattering.]
Hang tight, little guy.
The bough is about to break.
[grunts.]
[yells, grunts.]
[cooing.]
- [chuckles.]
- [goblins yelling.]
[grunts.]
The Trollhunter must not escape.
We need him alive! Left, then right, then No.
Ah, Jim, you were never good at remembering things.
- [crying.]
- Shh! Come on, Enrique, don't cry.
Come on.
You want everyone to know we're here? [continues crying.]
[humming.]
Come on, Enrique.
Thank you.
[sputtering.]
[crying.]
- [gasps.]
- [all snarling.]
- [all speaking goblin language.]
- [continues crying.]
- [panting.]
- [goblins.]
Waka chaka! [gasps.]
[screams.]
[screams, grunts.]
- [continues crying.]
- [panting.]
[all gasp.]
[snarling.]
- [all screaming.]
- [creature chewing.]
[all panting.]
Whoa there, younglings! I'm afraid the vault is off-limits until the Tribunal ends.
Draal, the Tribunal's going to tear down the bridge with Jim in it! Bushigal! They can't do that! They're not going to get through us.
- [troll.]
Where are they going? - [troll 2.]
I don't know! I'm sorry, I've forgotten my eyeglasses.
Trolls don't wear eyeglasses.
What are they doing in there? Good gracious! - Please, stop them! - [growling.]
- [grunts.]
- Oops.
[gasps.]
Break the controls! You know, if only I had a portable warhammer.
Oh, wait, I do! [grunts.]
Let's rock this joint! So, now what? [grunts.]
We hold them back as long as we can.
- For Jimbo.
- [cracks neck.]
- Always had a thing against authority.
- I just hope Master Jim is near.
Yes! [gasps.]
The Tribunal shall discuss matters of your ousting after this, Vendel.
Kiss my mossy bottom, Usurna.
[panting.]
[roars.]
- [grunts.]
- [yelling.]
[screams, grunts.]
[yelling.]
[gasps, whimpers.]
- [grunts.]
- Ah! [grunting.]
Good gracious! You're condemning the boy! A fight against the Tribunal is an affront against trollkind.
[grunts.]
No! Hey, wait, the amulet! He's coming through! He's coming through! It's Gunmar.
Tear it down now! No! Oh, wait! No! No, we're here! We're right here! - [Enrique crying.]
- Enrique! Stop! That's my brother! - Let him through! No, no, no, no, no! - [both grunting.]
We're here! We're right here! Stop, please! [grunts.]
He's coming through! You'll hurt him! - It's Jim and Enrique! - [Enrique crying.]
- Jim! - Claire! - Jim! - A little more.
Just a little more.
Oh, no.
- [both grunt.]
- No! - [gasping.]
- [grunting.]
- [yelling.]
- [panting.]
[grunts.]
No! I was right there.
[grunting.]
[cooing.]
[crying.]
Enrique.
Mi hermanito.
You've killed him! [crying.]
You've killed him! You've killed him.
You've killed him.
He was right there.
Jim He got you back.
He kept his promise.
[cooing, sputtering.]
This is my fault.
I could've done more.
We can do more! There has to be a way.
There has to be something we haven't thought of.
You said it yourself.
As long as the amulet doesn't call to anybody else, we know he's okay.
[whispering voices.]
James Lake.
It's It's calling.
[voice speaking Trollish.]
I don't understand.
[voice speaking Trollish.]
- It's not making any sense.
- What's it saying? "The troll is the key, the key to the hunter.
" "The troll is the key, the key to the hunter.
" Over and over.
It must be a glitch.
Is it broken? [voice speaking Trollish.]
- No.
They're helping us! - Who? The voices in the amulet, the ghost council.
Well, what are they trying to say? "The troll is the key, the" Aaarrrgghh is the key! - But that's impossible.
He's - gonna get us Jim back! Did you hear that, Claire? If we save Aaarrrgghh, we save Jim! - I don't believe it.
- [both laugh.]
- Now, that is some glitch! - Yeah! Wah! [chuckling.]
- At long last, here you are.
- [sighs, gasps.]
[continues chuckling.]
You You look like Blinky.
- Mm - You're - You're Blinky's - My brother has taught you well, but not well enough.