All Hail King Julien: Exiled (2017): Season 1, Episode 10 - From Whom the Bell Gods Toll - full transcript

𝒯𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓈𝓁𝒶𝓉e 𝓊𝓃𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉 E𝒩𝒢LI𝒮H

I'm okay!

So this is the haps.

Hit the snail trail,
little buddies.

Chapter Dix.

You heard me correctly, Julien.

I'm going to help
you defeat Koto

and get back on your throne.

Help me? You hate me, Karl.

Yes, I do.

But I need you on the throne.



You see, Julien, from the time
you began this adventure,

I have been in control. I
arranged for you to save Koto.

I did this to set up Koto
taking over your kingdom

and your ultimate
death at his hand.

At which point I would
step in, destroy Koto,

and take over Madagascar.

But you had to ruin
everything by running away!

Uh, I call bogus there furball.

I know how to yank some strings,
I've done that in my day,

but even I'm not that good.

Believe what you want,
the mission is the same.

Disguise ourselves
as Foosa gladiators

to gain access to kingdom

during the wedding so
Julien can destroy Koto.



Too bad there's one problem
with that plan, Karl.

I don't want my kingdom
back without Maurice.

Maurice!

Maurice! Come back to me. If
you're up in Frank-ri La,

send me a sign, buddy.
I need you back!

I can't do this without you.

Maurice!

Where am I?

Uh-oh. Uh, Maurice?

Henrietta, turn off the alarm.

Oh, come on, woman,

you know I like to sleep
in on the weekends.

Ooh, your face is like ice.

That's not a face!

Hi, Maurice, did we startle you?

Ringo, I told you we
shouldn't wake him.

Go back to sleep, Maurice.
I'll burn calming lavender.

There's no time, Dingbert.

We have waited decades

for the Chosen One to return.

"The Chosen One?" No. No!

- The Chosen One...
- Stop saying that!

Huh?

Behold, the great Jingle-Jangle.

It is he who brought
you to us, Maurice.

Why? So you could sacrifice
me because I'm gorgeous?

I will not let you eat me!

Eat you? Don't be ridiculous.

Yes. Why would we
eat the Chosen One

when he's come to rescue us?

What you say what,
what chose a who?

Hi.

I have waited a millennia
for this moment.

Really? I would have come
sooner if I knew that.

The great Mort.

You can no longer hide
from me in the multiverse.

You were lookin' for Mort?

Quiet you porcine sand chigger.
You are not an immortal.

You have no place here.

Is it possible you don't
know what you are?

Could you be that clueless?

Definitely.

I'm sorry, porcine
sand chigger again,

are you saying you and Mort
are some kind of immortal

being destined to roam
the multiverse and...

I said can it!

Um, did I miss the first act
of this movie or something?

Make your peace with the
life you've had, Mort.

Once I absorb your essence,
that life is mine!

I think this guy's palm tree
is missing a few coconuts.

Knowledge of interdimensional
travel is still in its infancy.

It, it, it, it is possible

your memories were
wiped as you traveled

the multiverse absorbing
other versions of yourself.

Would explain why I
constantly feel so bloated.

Does this mean that
to beat Morticus,

I have to absorb
his life essence,

whatever that means?

Yes. Or Morticus is nuts.

Either way, if we want his
army, you have to defeat him.

Don't worry, bubalah, I won't let
that little pisher hurt you.

Listen here you...

There can only be one.

Maurice!

Maurice, where are you? Maurice!

Okay, we get it, you're
looking for Maurice.

That voice. Could it be...

Yes, Julien. It is I, Pineapple.

Piney, your side.

What happened?

Owed a couple of yards of
cheddar to some Jackfruit.

Don't worry. I got me
a line on something

that will make me whole again.

Well, I'm glad you're here.
I need to find Maurice.

Maurice isn't...

here.

What? He has to be in Frank-ri La.
Unless...

he went to the other place.
Mo-Mo.

Maurice isn't here because
he isn't dead, Julien.

- What?
- He's alive and well in Madagascar.

That's great! Check
you later, Piney.

Hey... Where's the exit?

There is no exit, Julien.
This is Frank-ri La.

Once you're here,
there's no going...

back.

But, I have to go back.

I don't mean to go over
your head, Piney, but

I need to speak to
the fruit in charge!

It doesn't work that way, Julien.
You can only go back

if you are still
needed in Madagascar.

My kingdom is under siege,
pretty sure I need to stop that.

That can be decided at trial.

Uh...

A trial will determine if you
have been an unselfish leader.

If you are worthy of
being re-lemured.

"Worthy?" My peeps love me.

Bring on this trial.

So, the Chosen One
isn't a sacrifice?

Oh, heavens, no. We could
never sacrifice anyone.

- Especially after what happened.
- W-What happened?

We need to tell him.

But, Ringo, we have never told
our secret to any outsider.

He's not an outsider.
He's the Chosen One.

Chosen One!

We are not actually bells.

Oh, man, I'm starting to
get the heebie-jeebies.

What are you?

Uh?

Snails? Seriously? Snails?

But, why are you
pretending to be bells

and hiding underground?

Well, it was the
only way to survive.

We were once a proud race

living off the land
and hurting no one.

Then one day in France

a horrible accident
changed everything.

Once the French had tasted us
cooked in garlic butter...

That was it. We became
their "it" food.

We were driven to
near extinction.

Fortunately no one else in
the world liked snails,

so many of us were able
to hide out underground.

Our leader Jingle-Jangle
led us to these caves.

It was his idea to don bells
which were both stronger

and more attractive than shells.

Jingle-Jangle foretold
that one day a Chosen One

from above would come to
bring us back to the light.

Chosen one... Chosen one...

I'm sorry about what
happened to your people,

but I can't help.

I need to find my way
back to King Julien.

But the prophecy...

Must be about some
other super gorgeous

child caught up in a
ritual sacrifice.

'Cause me, I ain't no Chosen One.
I never was.

Please, don't-don't
come after me.

I can't help you. I'm sorry.

- We're here.
- Eh...

I don't know your
decorator is...

but it looks like a courtroom
threw up in this place.

It is a courtroom, Julien.

You're on trial for your life.
Remember?

Yeah, I'm not a details guy.

First thing I learned as
King, plausible denial.

The jury is here.

Add croutons to that
jury it's a salad.

What? Sheesh, Pineapple,
why so uptight?

I will be acting judge.

This is your prosecutor,
Julien, Watermelon Bawkings.

Hello, former King Julien.

Uh, he-hello, Watermelon.

And your court appointed
attorney, Shrimp Cocktail.

Hold up, did that Shrimp
Cocktail even go to law school?

Yes, it was a state school
but it still counts.

Look, I need to get
back to Madagascar,

so if you've got trumped up
evidence to stop me, go ahead.

I believe the
evidence has arrived.

Eh? Oh, thank Frank you guys are...
Uh... Oh, no!

Uh, where am I?

Willie?

Prepare to defend
yourself, Julien.

Or you'll never
see Madagascar...

again.

I was willing to give up my
life for King Julien. My life!

But did he care? No. He
only cares about himself.

You pushed me off a
cliff, soy sauce!

That is not my name.

It's Magic Steve.

He let me get eaten
by a crocodile!

Hey! Shrimp up! He's
making me look bad.

Thank you, Magic Steve,
you can step down.

- Magic Steve!
- Yeah, yeah, whatever, soy sauce.

Your Honor, if it
pleases the court,

I'd like to show the jury

how many others were eaten

as a direct result
of Julien's actions.

I'll allow it.

Piney, whose side
are you on, man?

Ooh...

I object! Only two
were actually "eaten."

Ethan and Wigman fell into pits.

I'm Shrimp Cocktails

and based on this new evidence,
I call for a mistrial.

Overruled.

Your Honor, I'd like to call

King Julien: The
terrible, to the stand.

Okay, here we go.

There is no way they can make

King Julien: The terrible
look like a victim. Oh.

Mort. Mort. Mort.

Mort. Mort. Mort.

Bow before me!

Hey!

He's gettin' tired, Mort.

I need some real advice here,

Poindexter. Any
luck with Mom-Bot?

I just wanted a grandchild.

Huh...

I smell your essence, Mort.

Yeah, sorry. I've been
eating a lot of grains

and you know the
fiber really gets...

I'm not talking of
your foul excretions,

I'm talking of your life force.

Soon all the other Morts
you have absorbed

throughout the
multiverse will be mine!

Other Morts? Okay, weirdo.

Of course! Your other
personalities like smart Mort

are inter-dimensional
Morts you've consumed.

- Hoo-hoo! Maybe. I need more data.
- Cork-it, nerd!

Fighting me is useless.

The feet...

No Mort has ever
defeated The Khan!

There's always a
first time, sister.

- Ah!
- Ooh!

It's over, Khan.

No Mort can resist the feet.
Hand over your army or...

Foolish Earthling.

I broke the feet's
hold on me years ago.

Ooh!

Time to end this!

Gotta find my way out of here.
I'm comin', King Julien! I'm...

What was that?

Hmm.

Please, don't hurt me.

Oh, no, no, no, I'm
not gonna hurt you.

What are you doing
out here all alone?

I was looking for my
bell but I got lost.

- Where are your parents?
- They're gone.

My parents were eaten
by French people!

Oh, hey now. Oh, don't do that.
You're gonna make me...

Did they eat your parents, too?

No, nobody ate my... I'm just sensitive.
Don't judge me.

You're him, aren't you?

The Chosen One. You've
come to take us

to the above place where the sun

can once again warm
our mucus glands.

I'm sorry, little guy, but
I'm not your Chosen One.

Truth is, I'm just
as lost as you are.

Oh. Fortunately the great
Jingle-Jangle says

we only live half as long
underground so that's a plus.

Don't worry. I won't judge you...
when I die.

Shrimp Cocktail, you may
call your first witness.

Shrimp Cocktail?

Mm.

What? I didn't have lunch.

Don't worry. I no longer require
Shrimp Cocktail's council

because my new lawyer is here.

Chair Lemur Table
Attorney at Law.

Ladies and gentlemen
of the jury,

I say I say, my client
has been bamboozled

and bedazzled, lambasted and
licorice whipped by lies!

He killed Tomato!

This here now is a caring
former King, I say, I say.

But like any celebrity, oh,

he's under the constant
pressures of fame.

Now can King Julien come off
as uncaring, self-obsessed,

and devoid of empathy
I say, I say?

Sure, but that's not
the real King Julien.

This is the real King
Julien right here, y'all!

I was wearing a disguise.
Wha-cha!

This real King Julien
wants you to know

I care about my peeps.
Just look at Mort.

Ch... No! No. No!

Whee.

Imp!

- Hey!
- Come on! Right now!

I mean, why would I ever let

that little weirdo
anywhere near me

if I didn't care about him?

And Clover? Biggest
supporter right here.

Clover! No. No, no.
No, no, no. No.

No, Clover. No, no.

Don't be a total buzzkill.

We've heard enough. I believe
it's time to render a decision.

A decision? But, I haven't even
called my character witnesses.

They will prove beyond
the shadow of a doubt

that the real killer, uh, is...
Willie!

What? I still don't
even know why I'm here.

This is not a murder
trial, Julien.

Fruit and vegetable jury,
it's in your hands now.

Take all the time you need
to make your decision.

Quick decision is good, right?

Fore-vegetable, have
you reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

We find the defendant,
former King Julien guilty!

Uh...

You know, you guys might like
me when you get to know me.

Ooh.

Your time is over, Mort. Give
yourself to me willingly

and I will let your
friends go in peace.

- Really?
- No! Of course not, you idiot.

As soon as I've
consumed your essence,

I will return to Madagascar

and destroy everything
you have ever loved.

Starting with the feet of
your beloved King Julien.

My King Julien? No!

Oh!

Huh?

Pathetic!

Destroy Mort. Destroy Mort.
Destroy Mort.

Mort! What are you doi...
what are you doing?

This is no time to be hungry.

Have you nothing to
say for yourself?

Ooh.

- Mort!
- No!

Oh, I think I consumed
a little too much

of Morticus' life essence.

You did it! I never
had any doubts!

Mort. Mort. Mort.

What are they doing?

They're bowing to
their new leader.

They're your army now, Mort.

Then let's go home and
save my King Julien!

Uh...

You can fix that, right?

What are you doing?

You abandoned us, Maurice.

Without the hope
of the Chosen One

returning us to the above,

we have no choice but to heat
the sacred garlic butter

and prepare our true selves
for the great feasting.

Put that delicious
butter and garlic away.

No one is preparing
for any feasting.

We don't understand.
You left us.

Look, I may not be
the Chosen One,

and I'm definitely no hero,

but I'm also not the kind of lemur
who abandons those in need.

If you snails
believe in me, then

it's my duty to
believe in myself.

What are you saying, Maurice?

I'm saying that as

the great Jingle-Jangle
proclaimed,

I will help bring
you into the light.

Hurrah...

Not so close to the
garlic butter!

Julien, having
been found guilty,

it is the decision of this court

that you will not be re-lemured
and allowed to return home.

What'ev, Pineapple. You know what?
Do what you gotta do.

I'm sorry, Julien, but you
were simply unable to show us

how Madagascar would
benefit by your return.

Well, maybe if I didn't have

a shrimp cocktail for an
attorney I would have.

Madagascar needs heroes who
think not about themselves

but about those around them.

And although, you say you
care about your people,

we found no indication
of this being true.

But that's just it, Pineapple,
I do care about my peeps.

Heck, I wouldn't have
been in that minefield

if I hadn't been looking for Maurice.
I blew-up for him, dude.

That's some pretty righteous
peep caring wouldn't you say?

And you know what, despite
how it all turned out,

if it meant saving Maurice

or any of my people
besides Willie...

What the heck, man?

I'd do it all again right now.

That's all I've got to say.
You can pass sentence now.

Huh?

Pineapple?

Sometimes juries get it wrong.

Fortunately for you
in Frank-ri La,

it's the Judge who
has the final say.

Madagascar needs someone

who would sacrifice their
life for a friend.

What are you saying?

You're getting a second chance, Julien.
Don't blow it.

I'm back. I'm back!

Thank you, Pineapple!
Thank you, Frank-ri La,

- I will not let you down!
- Nephew, who are you talking to?

Oh, man, you guys wouldn't
believe where I've been.

"Been?" You've been standing
here the whole time.

We're wasting time. I
need an answer, Julien.

We're sneaking into Koto's
wedding to destroy him.

Are you in, or are you out?

I am in, baby. Let's
do this thing.