The Snow Spider (2020–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - The Silver Ship - full transcript
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And don't worry.
I'll be back before Mam and Dad wake up.
It's four years to the day
since Bethan went.
We still don't know where,
we may never know where.
Because it's time. Gwyn.
Time to find out...
if you do have magic!
All I can think of is how, 'if he hadn't
asked her to go up there that night
then Bethan would still be here.
I do have magic!
I think she might be Arianwen.
The Snow Spider.
Is it you?
Bethan?
Was it Bethan?
Oh, was it her?
Can't you make another web
like you did yesterday?
Just so I can have another look.
Does that mean "yes" or "no"?
You must be able to.
I might see something else.
A clue.
Gwyn!
Here you go.
Ah, Gwyn?
Make sure you fix that gate later.
I've gotta move the ewes tomorrow,
so it needs doing today.
OK?
— OK, Dad. Don't worry.
I'll do it when I get back.
Gwyn... Griffiths...
Gwyn... Gwyn...
Gwyn Griffiths...
It's happening, Gwyn.
Your heart's desire, bach. Like I said.
I don't even know if it was Bethan.
I mean, how can it be?
It was four years ago.
She would have grown,
and the web...
it didn't last long enough
for me to know for certain.
Have faith.
It says here in the Mabinogion...
"Then Gwydion's son subdued the land
and ruled over it prosperously
and thereafter he became Lord of Gwynedd."
Well, that Lord of Gwynedd.
He was our ancestor...
and so was Gwydion.
Oh!
And their blood, Gwyn...
runs in your veins.
Strong, powerful, laced with magic.
You have that magic!
You'll find the answers.
She was a witch, you know.
Who?
My great—grandmother.
I've never told anybody before,
but she was.
She was a hundred years old
and I was ten...
and that's when she first told me
the stories of our ancestors, and Arianwen
and when she gave me the, uh...
the gifts.
The brooch...
the whistle...
the seaweed.
— And the broken horse?
Yes. Yes, and the broken horse.
I was frightened of that horse
from the start.
She tied a label to it...
Dim hon.
"Not this."
She told me to lock it away,
but I was too scared.
So when my mam wasn't looking,
I put it in the fire.
It wouldn't burn.
Not even the label.
But why give “rt to me,
if I'm not meant to use it?
Cos it needs a guardian, Gwyn.
A proper magician to look after it.
I don't have your abilities.
You are strong...
and possibly more powerful
than we can imagine.
You and that beautiful Snow Spider.
And, we"...
I won't be around forever, will I?
So you put that horse somewhere safe,
and forget about it.
And when you remember
you put it somewhere else,
and forget again.
Right.
Well, off you go.
Go on, away with you!
I'm a busy woman, you know! Get to school.
Tara, Nain! See you later.
Come on, Gwyn!
Hey, Nun.
You OK?
What happened to birdwatching
before school?
Fifteen minutes, I waited!
Did you hear me?
Hm. I'm so sorry. I forgot.
You've got a lot of making up to do,
Griffiths.
Hoo—hoo!
I come in peace!
What now?
Now then, oaf tad, you might be grown up
but you're not too big
for your mam to smack your bottom!
You OK, love?
— Yeah.
The other day was about Gwyn.
About me being a grandmother.
Today, well...
Today I'm here for you, as your mam.
We will get answers.
Look, Mam.
I'm sure you mean well.
But I last saw my daughter four years ago.
Four years, not a single sighting of her.
And, yeah, it is hard.
So I don't want any more lectures
about hope, OK?
Because hope hasn't brought Bethan back.
Not yet.
- There you go, Gary.
- Yeah, thanks.
Yes, Alfie.
Pass, pass, pass.
Hey, Dewi, look who it is!
All on your own, Alun?
Where's your little "birdie" pal“?
Ah, poor Alun.
No Gwyn to babysit him today?
I need to use another one of the gifts...
to see that girl again.
The seaweed?
The whistle?
This?
But there's no wind.
Galwa ysbryd dy gyn-deidiau...
dywed pwy wyt ti.
Nain said to give it to the wind.
But how can I, if...
Galwa ysbryd dy gyn-deidiau...
dywed pwy wyt ti.
Get down!
Arianwen, what's happening?
Gwydion ap Math
brawd Gifaethwy!
Gwdion ydw I!
The patterns...
It's the same as on Nain's book.
It doesn't show!
Gwyn?
No! No, not yet!
Gwyn!
Am I gonna have to come up there?
Gwyn!
— Gwyn?
Gwyn!
Sorry, Mam. Didn't hear you.
Had my headphones in.
Oh, did you now?
Well, maybe that tablet
wasn't such a good idea after all.
Turn the volume down, please.
I don't have to come up there
every time I put supper on the table.
I'll be down in a minute.
What was that?
— Who were they?
Those voices?
I can hear them!
Children.
Is one of them Bethan?
Hello? Bethan?
Hello?
Alun!
Hey!
Speaking today, are you?
Like a zombie yesterday!
I'm sorry, Alun. I've been...
busy.
My dad gave me some jobs to do.
You know what he's like.
Well, you're here now, aren't you?
Have you heard of Gwydion the Magician?
The children's entertainer? From town?
No, from history. Way back.
Oh. Oh, you mean...
The Mabinogion, the myths. Yeah.
Mam read some of those to us
a few years ago.
Turned people into birds of prey
and had those, um...
mad battles with monsters and demons.
Yeah, that kind of thing.
Why?
Well, I think he's an ancestor of mine.
An ancestor?
Yeah, that's what my Nain says.
What?
He's from a story!
You can't be related to a story.
Yeah, but what if he—-
— And you can't go believing
what your Nain says either.
Why not?
— Because she's bonkers, of course!
Gwyn!
Come on.
Come on!
Come on, let's go. Come on!
He left the gate open again!
Out we go. Come on. Come on!
Why does he have to be like this?
I've told him!
And I've told you,
stop taking your temper out on Gwyn.
He's a little boy, Ivor,
he needs his confidence building
not being picked at! Understand me?
Yeah.
Come on! Come on!
Come on!
And then it went like... psh!
Know that thing we saw the other day?
— Oh, yeah.
It's kind of like that.
— Yeah.
Found your bird-loving pal, have you, Alun'?
Come on. Ignore them. Come on.
Got time for you now, is it?
Math...
Gwydion's father,
could hear men whisper miles away.
He could hear the breathing of ants.
The pipe was a gift from him to his son.
Sorry, Nain, but what does it all mean?
Mean?
Mean? I have no idea.
But it is.
That's what's important. It is, Gwyn.
I don't understand why you can't just tell me
what to do to get Bethan home.
You knew I was a magician.
You knew about magic...
I had belief, bach.
Faith in the possibility...
and now I know it's real.
I wish...
I had the answers for you Gwyn, but I don't.
I just have instinct.
I always felt there was magic.
I always believed
it would reveal itself again.
But how do we know I'm a magician?
That it's not just the objects
that are magic?
Because this tells us.
Only those with true magic
can use the items...
can conjure the wind...
and you've done that, Gwyn!
Have faith.
Things will become clearer.
They always do.
Now...
it's time to go home
to the supper that'll be going cold
on your mother's table.
You can always talk to me, Gwyn.
Others would struggle to believe in
what they don't understand.
Even if I don't have answers...
I will always listen.
What are you searching for?
— Stuff you wouldn't understand.
If you two are gonna squabble...
can you go outside?
It's cold.
And getting dark.
You better be quiet in the light
and the warm then.
Hm.
What are you drawing?
Stuff you wouldn't understand.
Just a bunch of made—up stories.
What is?
The Mabinogion.
Why are you looking at that?
— Gwyn mentioned it.
Sounds like that Nain of his
still reads them to him.
They're just old nonsense though,
aren't they?
Isn't there some truth in all stories?
I'll be dealing with this, Ivor.
Get in here, Gwyn Griffiths!
Well?
I'm sorry, Dad. I stopped at Nain's,
we got talking and—...
What about the gate?
Don't worry about the gate, Gwyn.
We'll sort that tomorrow.
Come on, love, sit down.
You can tell us about your day while you eat.
The sheep got in because of you!
— I'm sorry I forgot, I had school.
Then I wanted to see Nain.
But even if I had done it, you'd only find
something else to shout at me about.
I don't know what's going on with you, Gwyn.
Come on, cariad...
sit down, before it gets any colder.
Your dad can take his in the other room,
where he can eat all his meals.
It's alright, Mam. I'm not hungry.
I've got some homework to do anyway.
Happy now?
My best friend thinks I'm a liar
my dad blames me for everything,
and you can't even speak
to tell me what I should do
and I'm tired of it all!
It was true, you know.
What I said the other day,
about Gwydion.
Gwyn! Are you still going on about that?
Yes, because it's the truth!
How do you know? How are you so sure?
Hm, I knew it.
I've got his magic.
— You've got what?
I said I've got his magic, his power.
I'm a magician, Alun.
You trying to make fun of me?
Cos I've had enough of that from Dewi,
thanks!
No!
— Well, why would you say that?
Because I am.
I've seen things, Alun.
Made things happen, too.
Changed the weather.
— I don't know what's got into you, Gwyn
but it's not funny.
You go tell it to your Nain.
I'm not interested in your fantasy stuff.
Bye.
Alun, please!
Bye, Gwyn, see you tomorrow.
It'll be my lonely if you are...
Most won't understand, if any...
Gwyn? Guam...
Have faith...
things will become clearer.
Still playing with toys, Alun?
What do you want?
— Where's your little mate, Gwyn?
Thought you two were always
hanging round together
collecting worms
or whatever you do in the woods.
Actually, we go birdwatching.
But Gwyn's more interested
in fantasy stuff at the moment.
Legends. Weirdo stuff.
Legends, really?
— Yeah.
You should hear some of the things
he's been saying.
Yeah, like what?
Um, Alun Lloyd!
Inside now, story time for the twins
and Gary, I think your mother's
gonna want you home.
It's getting late.
Go on then, tell me.
Nia?
Nia!
Are you awake?
No.
You know how Gwyn's Nain is...
like, a bit... odd—funny?
No.
And Gwyn's dad's like angry—funny?
No!
You ever worry that Gwyn
might be a bit... funny?
No, Alun. I think you're the only funny one.
Why?
Does this have to do with those old stories
and you teasing him on the lane?
You shouldn't tease him, you know.
He's been through a lot...
and because he's your best friend.
Best friends stand by each other.
Yeah.
Goodnight, Nia.
Night.
Please come home, Bethan. Please.
We still friends?
The seaweed... What's that for?
I'm sorry I said I didn't want magic.
I'm scared, Arianwen.
And I wish Alun would believe me too.
But I have you, and I'm grateful.
I really am glad you're here.
Arianwen, what's happening?
Arianwen, where are you taking me?
Now?
Gwydion ap Math ydw I,
brawd I Gilfaethwy!
Gwydion!
Bethan! Bethan!
Tyrd adre' fy ch weer!
Come home! Come home!
Steady...
I'm not going to hurt him.
See you soon, Gwyn Griffiths.
See you soon.
I saw a spaceship,
and I need you to believe me.
We've got a new student in our class.
This is Eirlys.
There's something odd about that girl.
Maybe go easy on all the myths
and magic stuff, is it?
Leave me alone.
— Are you gonna cast a spell on me?
Something came out of my hand. The magic.
You must be careful, Gwyn.
It's time to show him his powers...
all of it.
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And don't worry.
I'll be back before Mam and Dad wake up.
It's four years to the day
since Bethan went.
We still don't know where,
we may never know where.
Because it's time. Gwyn.
Time to find out...
if you do have magic!
All I can think of is how, 'if he hadn't
asked her to go up there that night
then Bethan would still be here.
I do have magic!
I think she might be Arianwen.
The Snow Spider.
Is it you?
Bethan?
Was it Bethan?
Oh, was it her?
Can't you make another web
like you did yesterday?
Just so I can have another look.
Does that mean "yes" or "no"?
You must be able to.
I might see something else.
A clue.
Gwyn!
Here you go.
Ah, Gwyn?
Make sure you fix that gate later.
I've gotta move the ewes tomorrow,
so it needs doing today.
OK?
— OK, Dad. Don't worry.
I'll do it when I get back.
Gwyn... Griffiths...
Gwyn... Gwyn...
Gwyn Griffiths...
It's happening, Gwyn.
Your heart's desire, bach. Like I said.
I don't even know if it was Bethan.
I mean, how can it be?
It was four years ago.
She would have grown,
and the web...
it didn't last long enough
for me to know for certain.
Have faith.
It says here in the Mabinogion...
"Then Gwydion's son subdued the land
and ruled over it prosperously
and thereafter he became Lord of Gwynedd."
Well, that Lord of Gwynedd.
He was our ancestor...
and so was Gwydion.
Oh!
And their blood, Gwyn...
runs in your veins.
Strong, powerful, laced with magic.
You have that magic!
You'll find the answers.
She was a witch, you know.
Who?
My great—grandmother.
I've never told anybody before,
but she was.
She was a hundred years old
and I was ten...
and that's when she first told me
the stories of our ancestors, and Arianwen
and when she gave me the, uh...
the gifts.
The brooch...
the whistle...
the seaweed.
— And the broken horse?
Yes. Yes, and the broken horse.
I was frightened of that horse
from the start.
She tied a label to it...
Dim hon.
"Not this."
She told me to lock it away,
but I was too scared.
So when my mam wasn't looking,
I put it in the fire.
It wouldn't burn.
Not even the label.
But why give “rt to me,
if I'm not meant to use it?
Cos it needs a guardian, Gwyn.
A proper magician to look after it.
I don't have your abilities.
You are strong...
and possibly more powerful
than we can imagine.
You and that beautiful Snow Spider.
And, we"...
I won't be around forever, will I?
So you put that horse somewhere safe,
and forget about it.
And when you remember
you put it somewhere else,
and forget again.
Right.
Well, off you go.
Go on, away with you!
I'm a busy woman, you know! Get to school.
Tara, Nain! See you later.
Come on, Gwyn!
Hey, Nun.
You OK?
What happened to birdwatching
before school?
Fifteen minutes, I waited!
Did you hear me?
Hm. I'm so sorry. I forgot.
You've got a lot of making up to do,
Griffiths.
Hoo—hoo!
I come in peace!
What now?
Now then, oaf tad, you might be grown up
but you're not too big
for your mam to smack your bottom!
You OK, love?
— Yeah.
The other day was about Gwyn.
About me being a grandmother.
Today, well...
Today I'm here for you, as your mam.
We will get answers.
Look, Mam.
I'm sure you mean well.
But I last saw my daughter four years ago.
Four years, not a single sighting of her.
And, yeah, it is hard.
So I don't want any more lectures
about hope, OK?
Because hope hasn't brought Bethan back.
Not yet.
- There you go, Gary.
- Yeah, thanks.
Yes, Alfie.
Pass, pass, pass.
Hey, Dewi, look who it is!
All on your own, Alun?
Where's your little "birdie" pal“?
Ah, poor Alun.
No Gwyn to babysit him today?
I need to use another one of the gifts...
to see that girl again.
The seaweed?
The whistle?
This?
But there's no wind.
Galwa ysbryd dy gyn-deidiau...
dywed pwy wyt ti.
Nain said to give it to the wind.
But how can I, if...
Galwa ysbryd dy gyn-deidiau...
dywed pwy wyt ti.
Get down!
Arianwen, what's happening?
Gwydion ap Math
brawd Gifaethwy!
Gwdion ydw I!
The patterns...
It's the same as on Nain's book.
It doesn't show!
Gwyn?
No! No, not yet!
Gwyn!
Am I gonna have to come up there?
Gwyn!
— Gwyn?
Gwyn!
Sorry, Mam. Didn't hear you.
Had my headphones in.
Oh, did you now?
Well, maybe that tablet
wasn't such a good idea after all.
Turn the volume down, please.
I don't have to come up there
every time I put supper on the table.
I'll be down in a minute.
What was that?
— Who were they?
Those voices?
I can hear them!
Children.
Is one of them Bethan?
Hello? Bethan?
Hello?
Alun!
Hey!
Speaking today, are you?
Like a zombie yesterday!
I'm sorry, Alun. I've been...
busy.
My dad gave me some jobs to do.
You know what he's like.
Well, you're here now, aren't you?
Have you heard of Gwydion the Magician?
The children's entertainer? From town?
No, from history. Way back.
Oh. Oh, you mean...
The Mabinogion, the myths. Yeah.
Mam read some of those to us
a few years ago.
Turned people into birds of prey
and had those, um...
mad battles with monsters and demons.
Yeah, that kind of thing.
Why?
Well, I think he's an ancestor of mine.
An ancestor?
Yeah, that's what my Nain says.
What?
He's from a story!
You can't be related to a story.
Yeah, but what if he—-
— And you can't go believing
what your Nain says either.
Why not?
— Because she's bonkers, of course!
Gwyn!
Come on.
Come on!
Come on, let's go. Come on!
He left the gate open again!
Out we go. Come on. Come on!
Why does he have to be like this?
I've told him!
And I've told you,
stop taking your temper out on Gwyn.
He's a little boy, Ivor,
he needs his confidence building
not being picked at! Understand me?
Yeah.
Come on! Come on!
Come on!
And then it went like... psh!
Know that thing we saw the other day?
— Oh, yeah.
It's kind of like that.
— Yeah.
Found your bird-loving pal, have you, Alun'?
Come on. Ignore them. Come on.
Got time for you now, is it?
Math...
Gwydion's father,
could hear men whisper miles away.
He could hear the breathing of ants.
The pipe was a gift from him to his son.
Sorry, Nain, but what does it all mean?
Mean?
Mean? I have no idea.
But it is.
That's what's important. It is, Gwyn.
I don't understand why you can't just tell me
what to do to get Bethan home.
You knew I was a magician.
You knew about magic...
I had belief, bach.
Faith in the possibility...
and now I know it's real.
I wish...
I had the answers for you Gwyn, but I don't.
I just have instinct.
I always felt there was magic.
I always believed
it would reveal itself again.
But how do we know I'm a magician?
That it's not just the objects
that are magic?
Because this tells us.
Only those with true magic
can use the items...
can conjure the wind...
and you've done that, Gwyn!
Have faith.
Things will become clearer.
They always do.
Now...
it's time to go home
to the supper that'll be going cold
on your mother's table.
You can always talk to me, Gwyn.
Others would struggle to believe in
what they don't understand.
Even if I don't have answers...
I will always listen.
What are you searching for?
— Stuff you wouldn't understand.
If you two are gonna squabble...
can you go outside?
It's cold.
And getting dark.
You better be quiet in the light
and the warm then.
Hm.
What are you drawing?
Stuff you wouldn't understand.
Just a bunch of made—up stories.
What is?
The Mabinogion.
Why are you looking at that?
— Gwyn mentioned it.
Sounds like that Nain of his
still reads them to him.
They're just old nonsense though,
aren't they?
Isn't there some truth in all stories?
I'll be dealing with this, Ivor.
Get in here, Gwyn Griffiths!
Well?
I'm sorry, Dad. I stopped at Nain's,
we got talking and—...
What about the gate?
Don't worry about the gate, Gwyn.
We'll sort that tomorrow.
Come on, love, sit down.
You can tell us about your day while you eat.
The sheep got in because of you!
— I'm sorry I forgot, I had school.
Then I wanted to see Nain.
But even if I had done it, you'd only find
something else to shout at me about.
I don't know what's going on with you, Gwyn.
Come on, cariad...
sit down, before it gets any colder.
Your dad can take his in the other room,
where he can eat all his meals.
It's alright, Mam. I'm not hungry.
I've got some homework to do anyway.
Happy now?
My best friend thinks I'm a liar
my dad blames me for everything,
and you can't even speak
to tell me what I should do
and I'm tired of it all!
It was true, you know.
What I said the other day,
about Gwydion.
Gwyn! Are you still going on about that?
Yes, because it's the truth!
How do you know? How are you so sure?
Hm, I knew it.
I've got his magic.
— You've got what?
I said I've got his magic, his power.
I'm a magician, Alun.
You trying to make fun of me?
Cos I've had enough of that from Dewi,
thanks!
No!
— Well, why would you say that?
Because I am.
I've seen things, Alun.
Made things happen, too.
Changed the weather.
— I don't know what's got into you, Gwyn
but it's not funny.
You go tell it to your Nain.
I'm not interested in your fantasy stuff.
Bye.
Alun, please!
Bye, Gwyn, see you tomorrow.
It'll be my lonely if you are...
Most won't understand, if any...
Gwyn? Guam...
Have faith...
things will become clearer.
Still playing with toys, Alun?
What do you want?
— Where's your little mate, Gwyn?
Thought you two were always
hanging round together
collecting worms
or whatever you do in the woods.
Actually, we go birdwatching.
But Gwyn's more interested
in fantasy stuff at the moment.
Legends. Weirdo stuff.
Legends, really?
— Yeah.
You should hear some of the things
he's been saying.
Yeah, like what?
Um, Alun Lloyd!
Inside now, story time for the twins
and Gary, I think your mother's
gonna want you home.
It's getting late.
Go on then, tell me.
Nia?
Nia!
Are you awake?
No.
You know how Gwyn's Nain is...
like, a bit... odd—funny?
No.
And Gwyn's dad's like angry—funny?
No!
You ever worry that Gwyn
might be a bit... funny?
No, Alun. I think you're the only funny one.
Why?
Does this have to do with those old stories
and you teasing him on the lane?
You shouldn't tease him, you know.
He's been through a lot...
and because he's your best friend.
Best friends stand by each other.
Yeah.
Goodnight, Nia.
Night.
Please come home, Bethan. Please.
We still friends?
The seaweed... What's that for?
I'm sorry I said I didn't want magic.
I'm scared, Arianwen.
And I wish Alun would believe me too.
But I have you, and I'm grateful.
I really am glad you're here.
Arianwen, what's happening?
Arianwen, where are you taking me?
Now?
Gwydion ap Math ydw I,
brawd I Gilfaethwy!
Gwydion!
Bethan! Bethan!
Tyrd adre' fy ch weer!
Come home! Come home!
Steady...
I'm not going to hurt him.
See you soon, Gwyn Griffiths.
See you soon.
I saw a spaceship,
and I need you to believe me.
We've got a new student in our class.
This is Eirlys.
There's something odd about that girl.
Maybe go easy on all the myths
and magic stuff, is it?
Leave me alone.
— Are you gonna cast a spell on me?
Something came out of my hand. The magic.
You must be careful, Gwyn.
It's time to show him his powers...
all of it.