Daniel Spellbound (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 15 - Episode #1.15 - full transcript
Yo, Luce. Hold up.
Oh, hey, what's up?
How'd you guys know I'd be here?
We've been looking all over for you.
Since you're head Dowser and all.
And you came all this way in person?
You could have called.
Or, you know, magicked at me.
We found something we need to show you.
It's over here.
It's so lucky you found me.
I've been off the radar today.
Just went to the psychic
hoping for a clue.
But I didn't have to be psychic
to see this trap coming.
What are you two backstabbers up to?
They're with me, Lucy.
Elyse? Wow, I'm not shocked.
Hiya, I'm gonna go ahead
and need you to drop that baton.
Should have known
a power-hungry snake like you
would be after the Scepter.
-If you're looking for help--
-Oh, Lucy.
Lucy-goosey,
I don't need your help.
At least not anymore.
You already have Witching Silver? Ah…
You listened in on my talk with Camilla.
Been following me around
like a baby duck, I see.
Lucy, I'm a good leader.
I've been letting you do the hard work.
But now, ugh, Lucy,
I'm afraid you're so good at it
that you're getting
just a little too close
to finding the Scepter for yourself.
We can't have that, can we?
So you're here to scare me off?
I don't think so.
No, I'm here to make sure
you stay all the way out of my way.
If you cared this much before,
I wouldn't have done
better than you at the Academy.
You think caring's a strength?
You're a pushover for shady Trackers
with sob stories and poor
"widdle" magical creatures.
That's weak, Santana.
Your idea of strength is killing
a Dowser that you know can beat you.
Whatever.
When I'm the Primus,
I'll tell the Bureau
you died a hero's death.
No, you won't.
Oh, pro tip: never headbutt armor.
Give that back. It's mine.
I need that Witching Silver
to be able to--
No, boo. This is mine now.
But rest assured, it's not the last thing
I'm taking from you.
Oh, you're about to lose your job.
-Want to go chase her down?
-Nah.
I'll deal with her when I'm Primus.
Oh, Hoagie. I'm so glad to see you.
The reason Daniel's not here too
is that he's busy being a jerk.
All he cares about is tracking.
-So you came looking for me?
-Yeah.
I was looking for you.
Not my favorite Taco spot.
Uh-huh.
No, no, seriously.
I tracked your scent
because I want to help.
I should've gone with you
to find the Scepter when you asked.
Can I roll with you now?
Please? I'm just
a little magic creature, after all.
You can always roll with me,
Hoag. I could use your help.
So far, it's been like finding a--
Taco in a haystack. I feel you.
Luckily, I know exactly
who can help us find it.
I bet you don't sell much ice cream
looking like that, demon boy.
Just hand over the ring.
You know it belongs to Daniel.
Oh, you're a demanding
little demon, aren't you?
I don't have it anymore.
Oh, come on.
I'm twice the Tracker you are, Bixby.
You can't hide from me.
Nice posse, Spellbound.
"Almost dead Jayce"
is a real upgrade on the pig.
Like you got room to talk, goblin breath.
We need that Witching Silver
to get to the Coff--
You took that witch's ring from me.
I just need it back. No hard feelings.
Nah, I took the ring from you
when you were rejousted.
It's mine now. Tracker Code.
All right, let's speed this up.
Okay, I sold it to the Silver Forge.
I got top dollar for it too.
What kind of Trackers
have never heard of the Silver Forge?
Oh, oh. Whoa.
Okay, Bix. Tell us all about it.
How about no.
Witching Silver is made
in cauldrons inside the Forge.
The Forge is on Caul Street.
That's all I know. Please let me go!
Okay, let her go.
-Jayce, what did you do?
A little shakedown always works.
Uh…
-There's a Forge here?
Does this look like a place
people mess with hot liquid metal?
Witches are crafty,
so it'll be hidden for sure.
Not the boutique.
Too many people in the coffee shop.
Definitely not a stationery store.
We need silver, so we're going to have
to astral-project to get the Coffer.
This is why I love you, man.
That Tracker brain
can put all kinds of pieces together.
I've never left my body to track before.
Where are we going?
You'll see, man.
You're gonna love it. Trust me.
Hey, if we're going into these places,
who's paying? I know it's not me.
Dude, I was rejousted. I never have money.
I'll grab some cash.
Huh, what does this thing do?
Maybe you have to…
Ow.
Hmm. A protection curse.
Must be witches only.
Small problem. None of us are witches.
I know someone who is.
You just keep
severed fingers in your pocket?
Because that is not okay.
-It's a witch's finger I picked up.
-Well, that makes it less weird.
Says the demon's sister.
-All right, here we go.
-Hold up.
Every witch I've ever met
has tried to kill me on sight.
And we're going in blind.
So, we go in,
grab some silver and fight our way out.
Let's do this.
Uh, what did we just walk into?
Table for three?
Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo. Strike!
Hoagie, why are you hitting pins
in an abandoned alley?
'Cause you didn't want to roll the ball,
and I don't have hands.
Ow.
Hoagie, you okay?
Talking cat.
Oh, you're back. Wait a minute.
I sense a false feeling of authority.
You brought a Dowser into my lair?
Oh, she has to leave now.
Whoa! No, no, no.
-We come in peace.
-Mm-mm.
Dowsers don't bring peace.
They bring oppression.
Come on, Haruspex. Don't be that way.
Dowsers treat all magical creatures,
like moi, as if we're second-rate.
That's not true. I would never--
And since the Dowsers have been in charge,
magic's become more and more suppressed.
You're right.
Things need to change.
Which is why I need to find
the Scepter of the Primus.
Never. I'd never help anyone
get that Scepter.
Great. Another dead end.
Come on. Lucy's a friend.
Give her a chance to explain.
Just because she never put you
in a dungeon, I should trust her?
Hmm?
Actually, she did put me in the dungeon.
But just that once.
Ha! I rest my case.
Look, Lucy has literally gone
to the ends of the Earth
to make sure evil doesn't win.
Even when that evil
ends up being the Primus.
Ah, so you're the one
who took down Camilla, huh?
It wasn't just me.
Hoagie, Dan, and I all worked together.
If you don't believe Lucy,
pull the secret of why
she wants the Scepter out of her.
That would prove
she's telling the truth, right, Spex?
All right, I'll do it if you never
call me Spex again.
I hate that.
Oh, figures.
On a mission with food,
and Hoagie's not around.
Stop thinking about him.
You got us now. Total upgrades.
Yeah!
Uh, have you ever seen anything like this?
Dude, I got turned half-demon,
and even I think this is weird.
Put your game face on, guys.
We have company.
Come on, pick your four ingredients.
I don't got all day.
It all looks so…
…good?
Can you give us
a minute to discuss?
These are spell ingredients, not food.
This must be a test for wannabe witches
to earn their Silver Power totems.
And the actual Forge is our stomachs.
Um, so what happens
if we pick the wrong ingredients?
Poker face.
Oh boy.
Got another flunk-out.
Take her out back and boil her down.
If Hoagie was here,
he could sniff this out in a snap.
What'll you have?
Okay, let's do this.
Uh, we'll start with the yeti fur noodles.
Smoked chimera butt.
Pickled unicorn horn.
And finally… jellied Cetus tail.
-Not that.
-You're kidding?
Why else would you have
something that rare on the menu?
This stuff is practically an Untrackable.
Not anymore. Cetus is so abundant now,
they're considered a nuisance
in some parts of the world.
Hey, you want it or not?
Not.
Gnome whisker us, big guy.
You wanted gnome whiskers, you eat them.
Not me. I don't eat magic.
Not sure this can even work on me,
seeing as how I'm part demon and all.
So…
The longer we sit here,
the more suspicious we're gonna look.
Okay, I got this,
since you two are being babies.
Shak, you can't drink this.
It's too dangerous.
You saw what just happened to that witch.
Well, I can't do it. You won't.
If she wants to help, let her.
-Yeah, let me do it.
-You can't do this. It's too risky.
-Well?
-Really hot.
The broth is kind of--
Sorry, buddy.
I told you it was the Cetus tail.
This is why I never eat magic.
We did it. We did it.
This does not feel like a "we" moment.
Let's get out of this joint
before anyone has questions.
We'll get you a burger, buddy.
Your bill, sir. Whenever you're ready.
Okay. Wow.
Um, is gratuity included?
-No.
Spellbound.
Hey, Pie Maker. Long time no bake.
Bill's paid.
Hey, what's a standard tip
for whatever this is?
These aren't witches.
I wasn't a fan of the Primus
right from the beginning.
That's not what that Scepter
was made for in the first place.
Wait, it's not?
And this last Primus? Oh boy!
-Total stinker.
-I know.
That's why I have to find the Scepter.
Make me believe you.
Tell me your secret.
I don't want to be Primus.
Wow, talk about your time wasters.
But if I don't do this, someone else will.
Maybe someone way worse.
I know I can use the power of the Primus
to help others
that don't have my privilege.
I can make a change for the better.
Hmm! Wow. Got to say,
you sound cornier than succotash.
But my lie detector never steers me wrong.
Told you she was a good one.
To get to the Scepter,
you'll need to visit the first Primus
to find out where he hid it.
But he's been dead for, like, forever.
Ooh, nothing gets past you.
You'll make an excellent Primus.
You're gonna need to astral-project.
I know you didn't just casually say
"astral projection,"
like that's totally normal and not…
I got the Witching Silver
from the Pie Maker.
Great. I'll start making the sigil you'll
need to get to the Realm of the Primus.
Wait. For real?
Do we have to astral-project ourselves?
Couldn't we, like,
astral-text the dude and ask,
"Hey, yo, where'd you hide the Scepter?"
You helped enough, Hoagie.
I can finish this on my own.
On second thought, I know you're a strong,
independent woman
that doesn't need no pig,
but I am officially your guardian now,
so you owe me big-time.
I didn't ask you to come.
But I know you were thinking of asking me.
Hush now.
This takes spiritual concentration.
If you need him to be quiet,
you may be sitting here for a long time.
How did you
get into the witches' secret Forge?
Maybe I'm a witch?
Take whatever he coughed up.
Hey, not cool.
Don't make me use my witch powers on you.
Sister!
You did this to my sister!
That was your sister? Wow.
There's, like, zero family resemblance.
What are you gonna do with us?
The secret of the Forge
must be maintained,
so, unfortunately, you all have to die.
Nah, I'm not going out like that.
-That silver belongs to me.
Shh! Enough of you now.
Shak.
No! I just got him back.
Drink up, deary.
This won't hurt. For long.
Get them!
I really hate that boy.
Quick, head to the door.
I'm not leaving without Jayce.
He's solid. We'll never get him
out of here before they overrun us.
Shak, I'm sorry. I am.
But we have to get out of here, now.
Oh!
-Oh!
You're gone again,
aren't you? It's not fair.
-Huh?
What in the world?
No way!
Who are you?
-Back up.
You don't know who you're dealing with.
What's happening to me?
Oh, hey, what's up?
How'd you guys know I'd be here?
We've been looking all over for you.
Since you're head Dowser and all.
And you came all this way in person?
You could have called.
Or, you know, magicked at me.
We found something we need to show you.
It's over here.
It's so lucky you found me.
I've been off the radar today.
Just went to the psychic
hoping for a clue.
But I didn't have to be psychic
to see this trap coming.
What are you two backstabbers up to?
They're with me, Lucy.
Elyse? Wow, I'm not shocked.
Hiya, I'm gonna go ahead
and need you to drop that baton.
Should have known
a power-hungry snake like you
would be after the Scepter.
-If you're looking for help--
-Oh, Lucy.
Lucy-goosey,
I don't need your help.
At least not anymore.
You already have Witching Silver? Ah…
You listened in on my talk with Camilla.
Been following me around
like a baby duck, I see.
Lucy, I'm a good leader.
I've been letting you do the hard work.
But now, ugh, Lucy,
I'm afraid you're so good at it
that you're getting
just a little too close
to finding the Scepter for yourself.
We can't have that, can we?
So you're here to scare me off?
I don't think so.
No, I'm here to make sure
you stay all the way out of my way.
If you cared this much before,
I wouldn't have done
better than you at the Academy.
You think caring's a strength?
You're a pushover for shady Trackers
with sob stories and poor
"widdle" magical creatures.
That's weak, Santana.
Your idea of strength is killing
a Dowser that you know can beat you.
Whatever.
When I'm the Primus,
I'll tell the Bureau
you died a hero's death.
No, you won't.
Oh, pro tip: never headbutt armor.
Give that back. It's mine.
I need that Witching Silver
to be able to--
No, boo. This is mine now.
But rest assured, it's not the last thing
I'm taking from you.
Oh, you're about to lose your job.
-Want to go chase her down?
-Nah.
I'll deal with her when I'm Primus.
Oh, Hoagie. I'm so glad to see you.
The reason Daniel's not here too
is that he's busy being a jerk.
All he cares about is tracking.
-So you came looking for me?
-Yeah.
I was looking for you.
Not my favorite Taco spot.
Uh-huh.
No, no, seriously.
I tracked your scent
because I want to help.
I should've gone with you
to find the Scepter when you asked.
Can I roll with you now?
Please? I'm just
a little magic creature, after all.
You can always roll with me,
Hoag. I could use your help.
So far, it's been like finding a--
Taco in a haystack. I feel you.
Luckily, I know exactly
who can help us find it.
I bet you don't sell much ice cream
looking like that, demon boy.
Just hand over the ring.
You know it belongs to Daniel.
Oh, you're a demanding
little demon, aren't you?
I don't have it anymore.
Oh, come on.
I'm twice the Tracker you are, Bixby.
You can't hide from me.
Nice posse, Spellbound.
"Almost dead Jayce"
is a real upgrade on the pig.
Like you got room to talk, goblin breath.
We need that Witching Silver
to get to the Coff--
You took that witch's ring from me.
I just need it back. No hard feelings.
Nah, I took the ring from you
when you were rejousted.
It's mine now. Tracker Code.
All right, let's speed this up.
Okay, I sold it to the Silver Forge.
I got top dollar for it too.
What kind of Trackers
have never heard of the Silver Forge?
Oh, oh. Whoa.
Okay, Bix. Tell us all about it.
How about no.
Witching Silver is made
in cauldrons inside the Forge.
The Forge is on Caul Street.
That's all I know. Please let me go!
Okay, let her go.
-Jayce, what did you do?
A little shakedown always works.
Uh…
-There's a Forge here?
Does this look like a place
people mess with hot liquid metal?
Witches are crafty,
so it'll be hidden for sure.
Not the boutique.
Too many people in the coffee shop.
Definitely not a stationery store.
We need silver, so we're going to have
to astral-project to get the Coffer.
This is why I love you, man.
That Tracker brain
can put all kinds of pieces together.
I've never left my body to track before.
Where are we going?
You'll see, man.
You're gonna love it. Trust me.
Hey, if we're going into these places,
who's paying? I know it's not me.
Dude, I was rejousted. I never have money.
I'll grab some cash.
Huh, what does this thing do?
Maybe you have to…
Ow.
Hmm. A protection curse.
Must be witches only.
Small problem. None of us are witches.
I know someone who is.
You just keep
severed fingers in your pocket?
Because that is not okay.
-It's a witch's finger I picked up.
-Well, that makes it less weird.
Says the demon's sister.
-All right, here we go.
-Hold up.
Every witch I've ever met
has tried to kill me on sight.
And we're going in blind.
So, we go in,
grab some silver and fight our way out.
Let's do this.
Uh, what did we just walk into?
Table for three?
Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo. Strike!
Hoagie, why are you hitting pins
in an abandoned alley?
'Cause you didn't want to roll the ball,
and I don't have hands.
Ow.
Hoagie, you okay?
Talking cat.
Oh, you're back. Wait a minute.
I sense a false feeling of authority.
You brought a Dowser into my lair?
Oh, she has to leave now.
Whoa! No, no, no.
-We come in peace.
-Mm-mm.
Dowsers don't bring peace.
They bring oppression.
Come on, Haruspex. Don't be that way.
Dowsers treat all magical creatures,
like moi, as if we're second-rate.
That's not true. I would never--
And since the Dowsers have been in charge,
magic's become more and more suppressed.
You're right.
Things need to change.
Which is why I need to find
the Scepter of the Primus.
Never. I'd never help anyone
get that Scepter.
Great. Another dead end.
Come on. Lucy's a friend.
Give her a chance to explain.
Just because she never put you
in a dungeon, I should trust her?
Hmm?
Actually, she did put me in the dungeon.
But just that once.
Ha! I rest my case.
Look, Lucy has literally gone
to the ends of the Earth
to make sure evil doesn't win.
Even when that evil
ends up being the Primus.
Ah, so you're the one
who took down Camilla, huh?
It wasn't just me.
Hoagie, Dan, and I all worked together.
If you don't believe Lucy,
pull the secret of why
she wants the Scepter out of her.
That would prove
she's telling the truth, right, Spex?
All right, I'll do it if you never
call me Spex again.
I hate that.
Oh, figures.
On a mission with food,
and Hoagie's not around.
Stop thinking about him.
You got us now. Total upgrades.
Yeah!
Uh, have you ever seen anything like this?
Dude, I got turned half-demon,
and even I think this is weird.
Put your game face on, guys.
We have company.
Come on, pick your four ingredients.
I don't got all day.
It all looks so…
…good?
Can you give us
a minute to discuss?
These are spell ingredients, not food.
This must be a test for wannabe witches
to earn their Silver Power totems.
And the actual Forge is our stomachs.
Um, so what happens
if we pick the wrong ingredients?
Poker face.
Oh boy.
Got another flunk-out.
Take her out back and boil her down.
If Hoagie was here,
he could sniff this out in a snap.
What'll you have?
Okay, let's do this.
Uh, we'll start with the yeti fur noodles.
Smoked chimera butt.
Pickled unicorn horn.
And finally… jellied Cetus tail.
-Not that.
-You're kidding?
Why else would you have
something that rare on the menu?
This stuff is practically an Untrackable.
Not anymore. Cetus is so abundant now,
they're considered a nuisance
in some parts of the world.
Hey, you want it or not?
Not.
Gnome whisker us, big guy.
You wanted gnome whiskers, you eat them.
Not me. I don't eat magic.
Not sure this can even work on me,
seeing as how I'm part demon and all.
So…
The longer we sit here,
the more suspicious we're gonna look.
Okay, I got this,
since you two are being babies.
Shak, you can't drink this.
It's too dangerous.
You saw what just happened to that witch.
Well, I can't do it. You won't.
If she wants to help, let her.
-Yeah, let me do it.
-You can't do this. It's too risky.
-Well?
-Really hot.
The broth is kind of--
Sorry, buddy.
I told you it was the Cetus tail.
This is why I never eat magic.
We did it. We did it.
This does not feel like a "we" moment.
Let's get out of this joint
before anyone has questions.
We'll get you a burger, buddy.
Your bill, sir. Whenever you're ready.
Okay. Wow.
Um, is gratuity included?
-No.
Spellbound.
Hey, Pie Maker. Long time no bake.
Bill's paid.
Hey, what's a standard tip
for whatever this is?
These aren't witches.
I wasn't a fan of the Primus
right from the beginning.
That's not what that Scepter
was made for in the first place.
Wait, it's not?
And this last Primus? Oh boy!
-Total stinker.
-I know.
That's why I have to find the Scepter.
Make me believe you.
Tell me your secret.
I don't want to be Primus.
Wow, talk about your time wasters.
But if I don't do this, someone else will.
Maybe someone way worse.
I know I can use the power of the Primus
to help others
that don't have my privilege.
I can make a change for the better.
Hmm! Wow. Got to say,
you sound cornier than succotash.
But my lie detector never steers me wrong.
Told you she was a good one.
To get to the Scepter,
you'll need to visit the first Primus
to find out where he hid it.
But he's been dead for, like, forever.
Ooh, nothing gets past you.
You'll make an excellent Primus.
You're gonna need to astral-project.
I know you didn't just casually say
"astral projection,"
like that's totally normal and not…
I got the Witching Silver
from the Pie Maker.
Great. I'll start making the sigil you'll
need to get to the Realm of the Primus.
Wait. For real?
Do we have to astral-project ourselves?
Couldn't we, like,
astral-text the dude and ask,
"Hey, yo, where'd you hide the Scepter?"
You helped enough, Hoagie.
I can finish this on my own.
On second thought, I know you're a strong,
independent woman
that doesn't need no pig,
but I am officially your guardian now,
so you owe me big-time.
I didn't ask you to come.
But I know you were thinking of asking me.
Hush now.
This takes spiritual concentration.
If you need him to be quiet,
you may be sitting here for a long time.
How did you
get into the witches' secret Forge?
Maybe I'm a witch?
Take whatever he coughed up.
Hey, not cool.
Don't make me use my witch powers on you.
Sister!
You did this to my sister!
That was your sister? Wow.
There's, like, zero family resemblance.
What are you gonna do with us?
The secret of the Forge
must be maintained,
so, unfortunately, you all have to die.
Nah, I'm not going out like that.
-That silver belongs to me.
Shh! Enough of you now.
Shak.
No! I just got him back.
Drink up, deary.
This won't hurt. For long.
Get them!
I really hate that boy.
Quick, head to the door.
I'm not leaving without Jayce.
He's solid. We'll never get him
out of here before they overrun us.
Shak, I'm sorry. I am.
But we have to get out of here, now.
Oh!
-Oh!
You're gone again,
aren't you? It's not fair.
-Huh?
What in the world?
No way!
Who are you?
-Back up.
You don't know who you're dealing with.
What's happening to me?