3Below: Tales of Arcadia (2018) s02e04 Episode Script
Mother's Day
1 Mother's log.
It's been 42 delsons since we crashed on Earth.
I am still, as the humans say, grounded as in incapable of flight.
Since our arrival, I have scoured my databases for information to better understand human emotions.
From love to anger.
From hurt to hope.
But I did not understand the importance of human connection until today.
Let me start this story from the beginning with last night.
When trouble came to town.
Huh? With trouble can come heightened emotion such as frustration or fear.
These feelings can tear a family apart.
I thought it was your turn to pay the bills! Same old excuse! Or it can bring a family together through love and cooperation.
Mm! And my royals were about to be tested yet again by trouble.
Hey, don't worry.
I can do this with my eyes closed.
It's a what? It's probably just the laughing gas playing tricks with your mind.
Yeah, playing tricks.
I play tricks, too.
Magic tricks Huh? Ah! Hey! Hey! Come quick! Ah! My hygienist used to handle my utility bills.
- No core detected.
- What? Sorry, repita, por favor.
Uh, m-maybe I need to lay off the laughing gas.
Bad alien! Get back in that chair! - Colonel Kubritz? - I said no disturbances.
Understanding this machine could be the key to protecting Earth from an alien threat.
While scanning for the Durian's spacecraft, we found something significant.
An electrothermal anomaly not far from where we found that.
Do you think it's extraterrestrial? Fascinating.
Load up the ops van.
We're going to pay Arcadia a visit.
Good news, my royal.
Four gamma sensors are functional.
I'm only seeing three functional sensors, Mother.
Oh.
You are correct, my royal.
Three sensors.
My apologies.
An error? You have never made an error before.
Are you feeling all right, Mother? Perfectly normal.
To err is human, after all.
Seklos and Gaylen.
Is there any chance you'll be able to fly again? If I only knew.
My king, I just received word from the Resistance.
Morando is well on his way toward rebuilding the armada.
And the good news keeps on coming.
What is the status of your repairs? Not now, Luug.
- Yaah! - Whoa! Seklos! Aja, what are you doing? Varvatos can tell you what she's not doing.
Paying attention to her surroundings like Varvatos instructed her.
Who could blame her? Hard to trust the strategic advice of a confessed traitor.
Are you almost done in here? This is the only deck with a working training simulator.
I'm sort of in the middle of something here, Aja.
Incoming call from Tobias of House Domzalski.
Please, more interruptions.
Guys, you need to come quick! There was electricity and it was scary What a peculiar human dialect.
Not consistent with any I'm able to translate.
Can't understand you.
Don't have time for this.
Good day.
Ay yi yi! You need to give me some space! The ship is broken, possibly beyond repair.
And if I can't figure out how to fix it, we'll be sitting larvoxen when Morando returns.
Might I make a suggestion? After studying the history of these humans, I've noticed that working together has a higher success rate than working independently.
Together, the human population built great bridges and cities and even went to the moon.
So? We were there last week.
Varvatos agrees! We should cease all further operations and work together to fix the ship.
Thank you, Varvatos.
I But we can't stop preparing for battle.
Morando could come back any delson.
I agree with Aja.
Only because you refuse to ever agree with Varvatos.
For once, I agree with you.
Commanders, please.
I strongly urge you to work together.
Maybe it's best to split up.
We'll work faster apart.
Excellent, divide and conquer.
My royals, if you would just listen I'll check in with Stuart, see if he has any leads on these parts.
Zadra, you take Aja out.
Continue her training.
And what exactly is Varvatos supposed to be doing? Looks like Luug is due for his afternoon walk.
Despite my best efforts to bring the family together, anger and frustration would continue to pull the Tarrons apart.
Dog walking.
Now remember, these Omens need to be constructed with the utmost precision.
Take your time.
Sir! You bring word from the Galactic Scholars? As King Morando requested, they've been scouring the ancient texts for any references to this "Urrrrth".
Gaylen's core! Oh, the legend is true.
Shall I prepare a report for the king? No, no.
Leave this to me.
- Are you certain, sir? - Yes! Oh This information stays between us.
At first, I thought it was the laughing gas messing with my head.
Not that I would ever take laughing gas for recreation.
This life-form's clearly not from around here, and that makes it dangerous.
Nobody's seen anything.
Not that they're admitting, anyway.
I checked the diner, the school.
Nobody's talking.
It's making its way all around town like it's looking for something.
But what? Nothing seems to connect these read-outs.
Nothing except the power lines.
As the colonel and sergeant searched for the cause of the town's frustrations, my royals created their own.
Ugh! Can we stop running and get to the cannon-blasting, back-flipping part of my training? I do not trust that the traitor Varvatos trained you properly.
We must start with the basics.
Huh! After you've mastered that then we can move to advanced tactics.
I'm a fast learner and swift as a larvox.
Ya! Whoo-hoo! Kleb! - You were right.
- In battle, a warrior must be prepared to save herself.
Your compatriots might betray you, and you will be left to fight alone.
We're no longer talking about the battlefield, are we? - Seklos and Gaylen.
- It's only a power failure.
That looked like an electrothermal life-form.
They manipulate electricity, travel through it.
The Taylon Phalanx fought one once.
An entire battalion was turned into "burned bread"? You mean "toast".
We need to stop it before someone gets hurt.
Negative.
We shall return home and ensure the mothership is secure.
Princess Aja! She always did excel at running away.
My young royal let impatience and arrogance guide her, and, I feared, straight into danger.
Ah! Toby? What are you doing here? - There's a bounty hunter on the loose! - Yeah, I know.
You would have if you hadn't blocked my call.
I figured as the sworn protector of Arcadia, someone had to track this guy down.
Toby, run.
- Stay back! - Aja, wait.
- This is Aaarrrgghh!!! - No need to scream, Toby.
- I'll protect you.
- I'm not screaming.
- His name is Aaarrrgghh!!! - I protect wingman! No, she's Aja.
She's a friend.
Everyone, stop protecting me.
I am a protector.
I am a protector! Oh, okay, sorry for almost killing you.
Aaarrrgghh!!!, is it? With three Rs.
I'm Aja Tarron.
Just two Rs.
You are one magnificent creature.
- Thank you.
- Okay, good intros.
Now that we're no longer trying to kill each other - Aja - Ya! Tarron.
Maybe we can try to kill that? Who are you? No one special, unlike you.
You are worth billions.
You are? - Stand back.
He's here for me.
- And I'm here to help.
We should take him together? Protect new friend.
- What are you? - Made of stone.
Oh, my gosh, an alien fighting a troll.
Awesomesauce! I gotta call Jimbo.
- You okay? - No! That was, like, my seventh phone! Who was that creep? Soon, they returned to the mothership and asked me to identify this bounty hunter.
He is Tronos Madu, an electrothermal life-form from the planet Voltar.
- Voltar? That planet still exists? - Barely.
It's been mostly reduced to rubble after a keltons-long war.
I saw this guy at the moon outpost.
He was drinking, gambling, killing Foo-Foos.
- No class.
- Your valiant rescue of Commander Vex would explain how this bounty hunter tracked us here.
Forgive me for not thinking it was worth it.
Perhaps now would be a good time to work together.
Tronos is a dangerous predator.
And he travels through electricity.
Hence the power failures.
He's no doubt using the power lines to infiltrate the grid.
I came to the same conclusion myself significantly earlier.
Perhaps you should have shared this earlier insight with your allies.
Oh, now the traitor is chastising me for withholding information.
Varvatos should de-core your body with a dull spoon! Hey, hey! We're all on the same team, right? Guys? Come on, this hurts.
- Guys, we have to stop him.
- How? He's lightning fast, making him impossible to stop.
That's it! The guy moves like lightning.
And who's captured lightning before? In a bottle? Huh? These guys! Back with Jimbo and Claire.
I still got the bottle thingamajig! We could capture him in that.
Huh, for a human, that is, shockingly, not a terrible idea.
Ha! "Shockingly", am I right? That was a nice one.
No? Okay.
It's okay, buddy.
Toby, you go get the thingamajig.
It's time for some dividing and conquering.
"Dividing and conquering" is not what I meant by "working together".
Obviously, my royals still didn't want to listen to me.
But what's a mother to do? If we want to capture Tronos, first, we have to corner him.
We'll shut off all the power to the city except for one spot.
We can light the place up to draw Tronos in.
Where we'll be waiting for him with a newly modified Lightning-bottle-blaster-suction-thingy! We need a new name for that.
Now, to test this out, it should pull all electricity into the container.
Ha.
Dude, you're an engineering genius! Think you could build me a flying bike? I never liked pedaling.
How about a wormhole between my house and yours? Imagine the sleepovers.
I can't even fix our ship, much less open up a scientifically impossible quantum gateway.
Target approaching! What is this place? Aja, now! Ya! It worked! Whoo-hoo-hoo! Yeah! That's what I'm talking about.
Yeah! Huh.
He's everywhere and somehow nowhere! It's like he's beyond physics.
This shouldn't be possible.
Prepare to eat stone! Vex, what are you doing here? Varvatos already lost one family.
He is not prepared to lose another.
Oh, no! No! No! I have the royals! The bounty is mine! Here it comes.
Set your neurometers to maximum.
Take out the pole! Now! No! No! The royals! - The royals! - That's our cue to leave.
Ahh! Get him to the lab.
We've got a lot of tests to run.
You saved us! - That thing, it - It attacked us! Costas, we have some civilians to process? Get this intel to the royals at once.
- Has Morando seen it? - Surprisingly, not yet, Counselor.
Go! Save yourself! Ah! No! Mr.
Saborian, you dare betray me? Your Excellency, I I can explain.
This stolen text will be explanation enough.
This cannot be.
The legend of Seklos and Gaylen is it's true.
And Gaylen's core is on Earth? There was a reason it was hidden away.
No one life-form should wield such power.
And a reason the mothership took the royals to that planet.
Take him to the prison bay.
He can still be useful.
No! Please, I beg of you! Please! Thank you for your cooperation, Loth.
You've just handed me the key to ruling the galaxy.
Rubber walls and silicon glass.
You're not going anywhere.
What is this place? Humanity's first line of defense.
I've dedicated my life to hunting down alien technology, to protect Earth from invaders like you.
You make for a poor hunter.
Who is inside the cage, you or me? You let the true prize get away.
The younglings you saved from me are from one of the most advanced planets in the galaxy.
It's them, the ones who infiltrated my base.
It would seem our objectives are in alignment.
Perhaps we can come to an agreement.
Keep their tech.
I just want their cores.
Then help me bring them in, and you shall have your freedom.
Come on, Luug.
My royals survived the battle, but there was still anger and frustration inside the house.
Uh why is the table set for a ceremonial banquet? Has someone died? You haven't been working together as cohesively as you should be.
I thought it might be smart for everyone to participate in an Earthly bonding ritual known to foster interpersonal connection.
The humans call it "dinner family".
Who's hungry for Mom's famous meatloaf? No, thanks.
I'd rather eat my own face.
Easy does it, big fella! Count me in! This smells delicious.
- Everything smells good to you.
- And better than you.
Now, now, my royal.
Be nice.
- Sorry, Mother.
- Delicious! Oh! Perhaps it is unwise to keep questioning your loyalties.
You have proven yourself loyal to the royal heirs, and I'm um I believe the human expression you're looking for is "I'm sorry".
Let's not be hasty, Mother.
Varvatos knows a thing or two about making mistakes himself, but it's about how one makes up for those mistakes that matters.
How about a toast? Cheers! A toast.
Mazel tov! To fighting together.
Na zdravÃ! Salud! And not each other.
Kanpai! Huh, you know, Varvatos thinks maybe this "dinner family" tradition isn't so bad.
While we're making tributes, let us toast to my scientific genius.
We're going home! You fixed the ship? Mother, you can fly? Not likely.
I fear my flying days are over.
I'm sorry.
Oh, Mother, we don't love you because you can fly.
We love you because you're you.
You're a part of the family.
We call you "Mother" for a reason.
Thank you.
I I don't know what to say, my my children.
It's okay.
I do.
We cannot fly, so we're going to walk home instead.
Walk? To Akiridion-5? More like into Akiridion-5.
One of Toby's overenthusiastic ramblings actually proved quite useful today.
I might be able to build a wormhole connecting Arcadia to Akiridion-5! Whoa! What? I thought such a scientific feat was impossible.
It might be, but now, it's our only chance to return home.
I've seen you do the impossible, little brother.
If anyone can build this, you can.
We can figure this out together.
Mission accomplished.
To going home! And that is what I learned today the power of not only human emotions, but the need for human connection.
What a family is like and what it feels to be a part of one, and what it means to be Mother.
It's been 42 delsons since we crashed on Earth.
I am still, as the humans say, grounded as in incapable of flight.
Since our arrival, I have scoured my databases for information to better understand human emotions.
From love to anger.
From hurt to hope.
But I did not understand the importance of human connection until today.
Let me start this story from the beginning with last night.
When trouble came to town.
Huh? With trouble can come heightened emotion such as frustration or fear.
These feelings can tear a family apart.
I thought it was your turn to pay the bills! Same old excuse! Or it can bring a family together through love and cooperation.
Mm! And my royals were about to be tested yet again by trouble.
Hey, don't worry.
I can do this with my eyes closed.
It's a what? It's probably just the laughing gas playing tricks with your mind.
Yeah, playing tricks.
I play tricks, too.
Magic tricks Huh? Ah! Hey! Hey! Come quick! Ah! My hygienist used to handle my utility bills.
- No core detected.
- What? Sorry, repita, por favor.
Uh, m-maybe I need to lay off the laughing gas.
Bad alien! Get back in that chair! - Colonel Kubritz? - I said no disturbances.
Understanding this machine could be the key to protecting Earth from an alien threat.
While scanning for the Durian's spacecraft, we found something significant.
An electrothermal anomaly not far from where we found that.
Do you think it's extraterrestrial? Fascinating.
Load up the ops van.
We're going to pay Arcadia a visit.
Good news, my royal.
Four gamma sensors are functional.
I'm only seeing three functional sensors, Mother.
Oh.
You are correct, my royal.
Three sensors.
My apologies.
An error? You have never made an error before.
Are you feeling all right, Mother? Perfectly normal.
To err is human, after all.
Seklos and Gaylen.
Is there any chance you'll be able to fly again? If I only knew.
My king, I just received word from the Resistance.
Morando is well on his way toward rebuilding the armada.
And the good news keeps on coming.
What is the status of your repairs? Not now, Luug.
- Yaah! - Whoa! Seklos! Aja, what are you doing? Varvatos can tell you what she's not doing.
Paying attention to her surroundings like Varvatos instructed her.
Who could blame her? Hard to trust the strategic advice of a confessed traitor.
Are you almost done in here? This is the only deck with a working training simulator.
I'm sort of in the middle of something here, Aja.
Incoming call from Tobias of House Domzalski.
Please, more interruptions.
Guys, you need to come quick! There was electricity and it was scary What a peculiar human dialect.
Not consistent with any I'm able to translate.
Can't understand you.
Don't have time for this.
Good day.
Ay yi yi! You need to give me some space! The ship is broken, possibly beyond repair.
And if I can't figure out how to fix it, we'll be sitting larvoxen when Morando returns.
Might I make a suggestion? After studying the history of these humans, I've noticed that working together has a higher success rate than working independently.
Together, the human population built great bridges and cities and even went to the moon.
So? We were there last week.
Varvatos agrees! We should cease all further operations and work together to fix the ship.
Thank you, Varvatos.
I But we can't stop preparing for battle.
Morando could come back any delson.
I agree with Aja.
Only because you refuse to ever agree with Varvatos.
For once, I agree with you.
Commanders, please.
I strongly urge you to work together.
Maybe it's best to split up.
We'll work faster apart.
Excellent, divide and conquer.
My royals, if you would just listen I'll check in with Stuart, see if he has any leads on these parts.
Zadra, you take Aja out.
Continue her training.
And what exactly is Varvatos supposed to be doing? Looks like Luug is due for his afternoon walk.
Despite my best efforts to bring the family together, anger and frustration would continue to pull the Tarrons apart.
Dog walking.
Now remember, these Omens need to be constructed with the utmost precision.
Take your time.
Sir! You bring word from the Galactic Scholars? As King Morando requested, they've been scouring the ancient texts for any references to this "Urrrrth".
Gaylen's core! Oh, the legend is true.
Shall I prepare a report for the king? No, no.
Leave this to me.
- Are you certain, sir? - Yes! Oh This information stays between us.
At first, I thought it was the laughing gas messing with my head.
Not that I would ever take laughing gas for recreation.
This life-form's clearly not from around here, and that makes it dangerous.
Nobody's seen anything.
Not that they're admitting, anyway.
I checked the diner, the school.
Nobody's talking.
It's making its way all around town like it's looking for something.
But what? Nothing seems to connect these read-outs.
Nothing except the power lines.
As the colonel and sergeant searched for the cause of the town's frustrations, my royals created their own.
Ugh! Can we stop running and get to the cannon-blasting, back-flipping part of my training? I do not trust that the traitor Varvatos trained you properly.
We must start with the basics.
Huh! After you've mastered that then we can move to advanced tactics.
I'm a fast learner and swift as a larvox.
Ya! Whoo-hoo! Kleb! - You were right.
- In battle, a warrior must be prepared to save herself.
Your compatriots might betray you, and you will be left to fight alone.
We're no longer talking about the battlefield, are we? - Seklos and Gaylen.
- It's only a power failure.
That looked like an electrothermal life-form.
They manipulate electricity, travel through it.
The Taylon Phalanx fought one once.
An entire battalion was turned into "burned bread"? You mean "toast".
We need to stop it before someone gets hurt.
Negative.
We shall return home and ensure the mothership is secure.
Princess Aja! She always did excel at running away.
My young royal let impatience and arrogance guide her, and, I feared, straight into danger.
Ah! Toby? What are you doing here? - There's a bounty hunter on the loose! - Yeah, I know.
You would have if you hadn't blocked my call.
I figured as the sworn protector of Arcadia, someone had to track this guy down.
Toby, run.
- Stay back! - Aja, wait.
- This is Aaarrrgghh!!! - No need to scream, Toby.
- I'll protect you.
- I'm not screaming.
- His name is Aaarrrgghh!!! - I protect wingman! No, she's Aja.
She's a friend.
Everyone, stop protecting me.
I am a protector.
I am a protector! Oh, okay, sorry for almost killing you.
Aaarrrgghh!!!, is it? With three Rs.
I'm Aja Tarron.
Just two Rs.
You are one magnificent creature.
- Thank you.
- Okay, good intros.
Now that we're no longer trying to kill each other - Aja - Ya! Tarron.
Maybe we can try to kill that? Who are you? No one special, unlike you.
You are worth billions.
You are? - Stand back.
He's here for me.
- And I'm here to help.
We should take him together? Protect new friend.
- What are you? - Made of stone.
Oh, my gosh, an alien fighting a troll.
Awesomesauce! I gotta call Jimbo.
- You okay? - No! That was, like, my seventh phone! Who was that creep? Soon, they returned to the mothership and asked me to identify this bounty hunter.
He is Tronos Madu, an electrothermal life-form from the planet Voltar.
- Voltar? That planet still exists? - Barely.
It's been mostly reduced to rubble after a keltons-long war.
I saw this guy at the moon outpost.
He was drinking, gambling, killing Foo-Foos.
- No class.
- Your valiant rescue of Commander Vex would explain how this bounty hunter tracked us here.
Forgive me for not thinking it was worth it.
Perhaps now would be a good time to work together.
Tronos is a dangerous predator.
And he travels through electricity.
Hence the power failures.
He's no doubt using the power lines to infiltrate the grid.
I came to the same conclusion myself significantly earlier.
Perhaps you should have shared this earlier insight with your allies.
Oh, now the traitor is chastising me for withholding information.
Varvatos should de-core your body with a dull spoon! Hey, hey! We're all on the same team, right? Guys? Come on, this hurts.
- Guys, we have to stop him.
- How? He's lightning fast, making him impossible to stop.
That's it! The guy moves like lightning.
And who's captured lightning before? In a bottle? Huh? These guys! Back with Jimbo and Claire.
I still got the bottle thingamajig! We could capture him in that.
Huh, for a human, that is, shockingly, not a terrible idea.
Ha! "Shockingly", am I right? That was a nice one.
No? Okay.
It's okay, buddy.
Toby, you go get the thingamajig.
It's time for some dividing and conquering.
"Dividing and conquering" is not what I meant by "working together".
Obviously, my royals still didn't want to listen to me.
But what's a mother to do? If we want to capture Tronos, first, we have to corner him.
We'll shut off all the power to the city except for one spot.
We can light the place up to draw Tronos in.
Where we'll be waiting for him with a newly modified Lightning-bottle-blaster-suction-thingy! We need a new name for that.
Now, to test this out, it should pull all electricity into the container.
Ha.
Dude, you're an engineering genius! Think you could build me a flying bike? I never liked pedaling.
How about a wormhole between my house and yours? Imagine the sleepovers.
I can't even fix our ship, much less open up a scientifically impossible quantum gateway.
Target approaching! What is this place? Aja, now! Ya! It worked! Whoo-hoo-hoo! Yeah! That's what I'm talking about.
Yeah! Huh.
He's everywhere and somehow nowhere! It's like he's beyond physics.
This shouldn't be possible.
Prepare to eat stone! Vex, what are you doing here? Varvatos already lost one family.
He is not prepared to lose another.
Oh, no! No! No! I have the royals! The bounty is mine! Here it comes.
Set your neurometers to maximum.
Take out the pole! Now! No! No! The royals! - The royals! - That's our cue to leave.
Ahh! Get him to the lab.
We've got a lot of tests to run.
You saved us! - That thing, it - It attacked us! Costas, we have some civilians to process? Get this intel to the royals at once.
- Has Morando seen it? - Surprisingly, not yet, Counselor.
Go! Save yourself! Ah! No! Mr.
Saborian, you dare betray me? Your Excellency, I I can explain.
This stolen text will be explanation enough.
This cannot be.
The legend of Seklos and Gaylen is it's true.
And Gaylen's core is on Earth? There was a reason it was hidden away.
No one life-form should wield such power.
And a reason the mothership took the royals to that planet.
Take him to the prison bay.
He can still be useful.
No! Please, I beg of you! Please! Thank you for your cooperation, Loth.
You've just handed me the key to ruling the galaxy.
Rubber walls and silicon glass.
You're not going anywhere.
What is this place? Humanity's first line of defense.
I've dedicated my life to hunting down alien technology, to protect Earth from invaders like you.
You make for a poor hunter.
Who is inside the cage, you or me? You let the true prize get away.
The younglings you saved from me are from one of the most advanced planets in the galaxy.
It's them, the ones who infiltrated my base.
It would seem our objectives are in alignment.
Perhaps we can come to an agreement.
Keep their tech.
I just want their cores.
Then help me bring them in, and you shall have your freedom.
Come on, Luug.
My royals survived the battle, but there was still anger and frustration inside the house.
Uh why is the table set for a ceremonial banquet? Has someone died? You haven't been working together as cohesively as you should be.
I thought it might be smart for everyone to participate in an Earthly bonding ritual known to foster interpersonal connection.
The humans call it "dinner family".
Who's hungry for Mom's famous meatloaf? No, thanks.
I'd rather eat my own face.
Easy does it, big fella! Count me in! This smells delicious.
- Everything smells good to you.
- And better than you.
Now, now, my royal.
Be nice.
- Sorry, Mother.
- Delicious! Oh! Perhaps it is unwise to keep questioning your loyalties.
You have proven yourself loyal to the royal heirs, and I'm um I believe the human expression you're looking for is "I'm sorry".
Let's not be hasty, Mother.
Varvatos knows a thing or two about making mistakes himself, but it's about how one makes up for those mistakes that matters.
How about a toast? Cheers! A toast.
Mazel tov! To fighting together.
Na zdravÃ! Salud! And not each other.
Kanpai! Huh, you know, Varvatos thinks maybe this "dinner family" tradition isn't so bad.
While we're making tributes, let us toast to my scientific genius.
We're going home! You fixed the ship? Mother, you can fly? Not likely.
I fear my flying days are over.
I'm sorry.
Oh, Mother, we don't love you because you can fly.
We love you because you're you.
You're a part of the family.
We call you "Mother" for a reason.
Thank you.
I I don't know what to say, my my children.
It's okay.
I do.
We cannot fly, so we're going to walk home instead.
Walk? To Akiridion-5? More like into Akiridion-5.
One of Toby's overenthusiastic ramblings actually proved quite useful today.
I might be able to build a wormhole connecting Arcadia to Akiridion-5! Whoa! What? I thought such a scientific feat was impossible.
It might be, but now, it's our only chance to return home.
I've seen you do the impossible, little brother.
If anyone can build this, you can.
We can figure this out together.
Mission accomplished.
To going home! And that is what I learned today the power of not only human emotions, but the need for human connection.
What a family is like and what it feels to be a part of one, and what it means to be Mother.