Gargoyles (1994–1996): Season 2, Episode 32 - The Hound of Ulster - full transcript
Arriving in Ireland, the World Tourists are imprisoned and tortured by a paranoid banshee while Bronx meets a native wastrel who has a hidden heroic past and destiny of his own.
GOLIATH:
One thousand years ago,
superstition
and the sword ruled.
It was a time of darkness.
It was a world of fear.
It was the age of gargoyles.
Stone by day,
warriors by night.
(GUTTURAL SCREAM)
We were betrayed by the humans
we had sworn to protect,
frozen in stone
by a magic spell
for a thousand years.
Now, here in Manhattan...
the spell is broken
and we live again!
(DEEP GROWL)
We are Defenders of the Night.
We are gargoyles!
ELISA:
Previously onGargoyles...
Yes, this time you can come.
Who is this guy?
Tom was a friend to my clan,
when friends were all too few.
(CHUCKLES) Bronx
seems to like him.
Since we arrived upon the island
all those years ago,
Avalon has been
completely deserted.
Gabriel, goodbye.
Goodbye all of you.
Good luck.
(POLICE SIREN WAILING)
(YELPS WITH EXCITEMENT)
Told ya they’d never catch us.
(PANTING)
Aye, it was close, though.
(PANTING)
The police are
as thick as two planks.
I don’t know why I even bother
nicking things anymore.
It’s too easy to get away.
Still beats watching telly,
listening to your da tell ya...
Oh, please.
I’ve had more than enough
of him going on about
"me lack of motivation."
What’s to be motivated for?
Here I am, done with school,
and I don’t know a trade.
Not that there’s
any jobs to be had.
Look at him,
10 years on the dole now.
But I’m supposed to be
different somehow.
Ah, there’s nothing
in Ireland for us.
You ought to get out, Rory.
America, maybe.
With what? Me vast savings?
It’s hopeless.
(SIGHS)
I should go.
I’ll meet you in the woods
tomorrow night.
You’d best get on home.
(PECKS)
You don’t want to be
out too late, anyway.
You might meet the great beast
in the dark. Ooh.
The Hound of Ulster?
You been listening to my da?
I’ve no time for
fairy tales, Molly,
even when you tell them.
The Hound of Ulster... Sure.
And dwarves made me shoes.
(HOWLING IN DISTANCE)
(GASPS)
(DISTANT HOWLING)
(GASPS)
(HOWLING)
How atmospheric.
I don’t know whether
to expect vampires
or Sherlock Holmes.
Where do you suppose
Avalon’s magic has sent us now?
(CONTINUES HOWLING)
Somewhere cold
and wet that smells
like the bottom
of a garbage can?
(SNIFFING)
This odor is from a peat bog.
Could we be in Scotland again?
(BANSHEE WAILING)
(BRONX GROWLS)
I don’t think
we’re in Scotland.
Or Kansas either.
(BANSHEE CONTINUES WAILING)
(WINCING) Got to get away!
(MOANING)
(WHINES)
(BANSHEE WAIL CONTINUES)
I can’t fly straight!
(GRUNTS)
(GRUNTING)
(SONG CONTINUES)
Goliath!
(BOTH STRUGGLING)
(SCREAMING)
(GASPS FOR AIR)
(GROWLS)
(BANSHEE WAIL FADES OUT)
(SNIFFS)
(GROWLS)
(CHATTER FROM TELEVISION)
MR. DUGAN:
You were out late last night.
I don’t suppose
it had anything to do
with you looking for a new job?
Da, did you hear
anything last night?
Like someone howling, crying?
Out in the field?
You told me stories
once about something
that howls like that
when there’s trouble.
The great beast...
The Hound of Ulster.
Hearing its howl
warns of danger.
Seeing it...
Ah, it’s, it’s just
a story these days.
Ah, more likely it was
the guard’s siren you heard.
News is they were chasing
some thieves last night.
They didn’t catch them.
Those boys couldn’t catch
a pig in a bucket.
It’s all very well
for you to make fun.
What have you done
lately that’s useful?
You have to make
something of yourself!
You can’t make something
from nothing, Da.
There’s no point in tryin’.
There’s nothing to try for.
I’ll not hear
that kind of talk.
You come of a good family.
An old family.
The blood of heroes
is in your veins!
There’s no heroes anymore!
Only villains,
and they’ve got us all beat.
Ah, Rory,
you always gave up too easy.
(ROARING)
(ROARING)
Elisa! Are you all right?
Nothing wrong that
a hot bath won’t fix.
How about you two?
Well enough, it appears.
Which is strange,
since the last thing I remember
is sinking
to the bottom of a bog.
Where’s Bronx?
No sign of him.
I woke up in here
with you two statues,
and I’ve been
waiting for sunset.
I have no idea how we got here.
(GRUNTING)
A whole clan of gargoyles
could not
batter down these walls.
Then what’ll we do?
Wait. Someone went
to considerable trouble
to put us here.
They’ll surely return,
sooner or later.
Mol? Molly!
(BRONX GROWLS)
Molly?
I’m not up for games tonight!
Where are ya?
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
(GASPS)
Molly, you fair gave me
a heart attack, you did...
(BRONX GROWLING)
No! No, it can’t be...
It’s the Hound,
the Hound of Ulster!
(BARKS)
(WHIMPERS)
(HOWLS)
(GASPS)
We have company.
I greet you, travelers.
Who are you?
Why have you brought us here?
I am called the Banshee.
Are we in Ireland, then?
The Sheewere of Ireland,
in ancient times.
This is Ireland, indeed.
Where is our companion?
The great beast?
He does not matter.
He could tell me nothing
of what I desire to know,
whereas you may,
which is why I saved you
from the bog.
Explain.
You have been
recently in Avalon.
The scent of its magic
is all about you.
There is no reason for anyone
to come here from there,
except they be sent
by Lord Oberon to bring me back.
We’ve never met Oberon.
Do you think me witless?
The time of the Gathering
approaches.
Oberon wants his children
to return to Avalon.
But know this,
I will not return.
I like it here.
Hey, why would anyone
want to leave all this?
Nor will I suffer
intruders to my home.
My friend speaks
the truth, Banshee.
Avalon’s magic
did bring us here,
but we have no agenda
from Oberon.
Enough!
My voice can
seduce or mesmerize.
Or bring pain beyond imagining.
If you will not give me
the truth freely,
I will take it by force.
Tell me now what
Oberon plans for me!
(BANSHEE WAILS)
You will suffer
for your slowness to obey!
And the human may
do more than suffer,
for when
the Banshee keens, men die...
(BANSHEE WAILS)
(GROANS)
(WHIMPERS)
(GASPS)
(WHIMPERS)
This can’t be happening...
Good boy...
(PANTING)
So you’re the terrible hound?
Ugly as the back
of a bus, you are.
(GROANS)
Well, you got me
into this, me lad.
Can’t see how you’re going
to get me out of it, though.
You want me to ride you?
Well, you’re half
the size of a horse,
why not?
Though I’m a little
old for bareback... (SCREAMS)
Ah, there’s more to you
than meets the eye,
that’s plain.
(WHINES)
You want me to go with ya?
(BARKS)
(WAILING CONTINUES)
(ALL SCREAMING)
(BRONX HOWLS)
No! He has found
the Hound of Ulster!
Bronx. That was Bronx
that made her run.
He’ll find a way to free us.
I know he will.
(HOWLING)
(BARKING)
Nothing much here.
Never has been, since...
Since...
I’ve got to go there.
I don’t know why,
but I’ve got to.
But where is it?
What is it?
Rory? Ah!
Thank heaven you’re safe!
I’ve been half the night
looking for you!
What in the...?
Molly, you won’t
believe this, but...
(GROWLS)
Here now! Cut that out!
No!
(WAILS)
(MOANS)
Molly?
Yes and no.
But that can wait...
Be still now, little mortal.
Come quietly with me
into the dark.
Come...
(GROANS)
Good morning.
Or good afternoon, rather.
Oh, trying
a different schedule, are we?
Stay out all night,
sleep all day?
Da, I think I may be...
(DOORBELL RINGS)
Molly, it’s you...
And who else would it be?
Hello, Mr. Dugan.
(SCOFFS) Molly.
About last night,
you don’t recall
putting on a foot of height
and a yard of hair?
-Huh! In your dreams.
-I guess.
But I’ve been dreaming
even while I’m awake.
Night before last
I saw this giant snake,
like a huge worm with teeth.
And last night I saw
the Hound of Ulster.
And a mound
with stones around it,
big as two houses.
Only one place
like that around here,
Cairn na Chullain.
Cu Chullain’s tomb.
Cu Chullain?
It sounds familiar.
An old story,
like as not you’ve
heard it in school.
The Hero of Ulster
lived nigh on 2,000 years ago
and saved Ireland
from the Banshee.
I’m going there. Tonight.
Rory, you can’t be serious.
Son, I’m as skeptical
as the next man, as a rule.
But there are some things
in this part of the world
it’s not wise to tamper with.
I have to go, Da.
I have to follow
this thing through.
Then I’m going with ya.
Oh, I’m scared to go,
I won’t lie.
But I love you, Rory,
and I won’t let you go alone.
Maybe I should...
No, Da.
Molly was in my dream.
She’s part of this.
I think we need to go alone.
Rory, be careful, lad.
I really don’t think
you should go in there.
There’s something
important in there,
something that belongs to me.
Rory, what do you see?
I’m not sure.
Something from the past,
I think.
(VOICE DEEPENS) My past.
How do you know that?
(NORMAL VOICE)
I don’t know how, but...
The spear...
The Spear of Light...
(VOICE DEEPENS)
Gaebolg, the Spear of Light!
Mine again!
And I...
I am Cu Chullain once more!
I strove to prevent this,
Cu Chullain.
If not for
the Beast, you could have
lived and died a mortal,
never knowing you were
the Hero of Ulster reborn.
But you have remembered
whose soul lives within you,
and such memories are fatal.
So, my ancient enemy,
it begins again.
Yes, and now it ends
for all time!
(BANSHEE WAILS)
She’s going to bring
the whole place down!
Look!
(INDISTINCT YELLING)
(WAILING)
You’ve lived among
mortals too long, Cu Chullain.
Your skills have grown rusty.
But mine are
as powerful as ever...
(WAILING)
Poor hero.
It wasn’t even a contest.
(BRONX BARKING)
Skills may rust indeed,
but true friendship
stays bright.
Now, my faithful Hound,
we make an end!
(LAUGHS)
Oh, yes, we shall.
But not in this form.
You have forgotten much,
Hero of Ulster.
Do you remember Crum-Cruach?
(LAUGHING WICKEDLY)
Crum-Cruach! Deathworm,
you are still
no more than that. A worm.
But more than enough
to deal with a noisy young hero
and his little dog, too!
(GROWLS)
(STRUGGLING)
-What’s that?
-It’s got Bronx!
More like Bronx has it.
(GROWLING)
(GRUNTS)
(ROARS LOUDLY)
(BANSHEE WAILING)
(WAILING FADES)
(SIGHS)
(WHINES)
ANGELA: Good boy, Bronx.
I knew you’d save us.
And where did
you three come from?
It would take
too long to explain.
He’s yours, isn’t he?
Well, thanks
for the loan of him.
I had a dog like him once.
A long time ago,
when I was someone...
special.
It would seem you still are.
Yes. And there’s
no training schemes
for this kind of work,
I’d wager.
Not easy, is it?
Being a hero rarely is.
Don’t look so smug, Bronx.
Bronx has a right to feel
proud of himself.
It’s not every day that
a land gets one of its
old heroes back.
And a land with a hero
soon finds
other deeds for him to do.
(BRONX HOWLS)
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
One thousand years ago,
superstition
and the sword ruled.
It was a time of darkness.
It was a world of fear.
It was the age of gargoyles.
Stone by day,
warriors by night.
(GUTTURAL SCREAM)
We were betrayed by the humans
we had sworn to protect,
frozen in stone
by a magic spell
for a thousand years.
Now, here in Manhattan...
the spell is broken
and we live again!
(DEEP GROWL)
We are Defenders of the Night.
We are gargoyles!
ELISA:
Previously onGargoyles...
Yes, this time you can come.
Who is this guy?
Tom was a friend to my clan,
when friends were all too few.
(CHUCKLES) Bronx
seems to like him.
Since we arrived upon the island
all those years ago,
Avalon has been
completely deserted.
Gabriel, goodbye.
Goodbye all of you.
Good luck.
(POLICE SIREN WAILING)
(YELPS WITH EXCITEMENT)
Told ya they’d never catch us.
(PANTING)
Aye, it was close, though.
(PANTING)
The police are
as thick as two planks.
I don’t know why I even bother
nicking things anymore.
It’s too easy to get away.
Still beats watching telly,
listening to your da tell ya...
Oh, please.
I’ve had more than enough
of him going on about
"me lack of motivation."
What’s to be motivated for?
Here I am, done with school,
and I don’t know a trade.
Not that there’s
any jobs to be had.
Look at him,
10 years on the dole now.
But I’m supposed to be
different somehow.
Ah, there’s nothing
in Ireland for us.
You ought to get out, Rory.
America, maybe.
With what? Me vast savings?
It’s hopeless.
(SIGHS)
I should go.
I’ll meet you in the woods
tomorrow night.
You’d best get on home.
(PECKS)
You don’t want to be
out too late, anyway.
You might meet the great beast
in the dark. Ooh.
The Hound of Ulster?
You been listening to my da?
I’ve no time for
fairy tales, Molly,
even when you tell them.
The Hound of Ulster... Sure.
And dwarves made me shoes.
(HOWLING IN DISTANCE)
(GASPS)
(DISTANT HOWLING)
(GASPS)
(HOWLING)
How atmospheric.
I don’t know whether
to expect vampires
or Sherlock Holmes.
Where do you suppose
Avalon’s magic has sent us now?
(CONTINUES HOWLING)
Somewhere cold
and wet that smells
like the bottom
of a garbage can?
(SNIFFING)
This odor is from a peat bog.
Could we be in Scotland again?
(BANSHEE WAILING)
(BRONX GROWLS)
I don’t think
we’re in Scotland.
Or Kansas either.
(BANSHEE CONTINUES WAILING)
(WINCING) Got to get away!
(MOANING)
(WHINES)
(BANSHEE WAIL CONTINUES)
I can’t fly straight!
(GRUNTS)
(GRUNTING)
(SONG CONTINUES)
Goliath!
(BOTH STRUGGLING)
(SCREAMING)
(GASPS FOR AIR)
(GROWLS)
(BANSHEE WAIL FADES OUT)
(SNIFFS)
(GROWLS)
(CHATTER FROM TELEVISION)
MR. DUGAN:
You were out late last night.
I don’t suppose
it had anything to do
with you looking for a new job?
Da, did you hear
anything last night?
Like someone howling, crying?
Out in the field?
You told me stories
once about something
that howls like that
when there’s trouble.
The great beast...
The Hound of Ulster.
Hearing its howl
warns of danger.
Seeing it...
Ah, it’s, it’s just
a story these days.
Ah, more likely it was
the guard’s siren you heard.
News is they were chasing
some thieves last night.
They didn’t catch them.
Those boys couldn’t catch
a pig in a bucket.
It’s all very well
for you to make fun.
What have you done
lately that’s useful?
You have to make
something of yourself!
You can’t make something
from nothing, Da.
There’s no point in tryin’.
There’s nothing to try for.
I’ll not hear
that kind of talk.
You come of a good family.
An old family.
The blood of heroes
is in your veins!
There’s no heroes anymore!
Only villains,
and they’ve got us all beat.
Ah, Rory,
you always gave up too easy.
(ROARING)
(ROARING)
Elisa! Are you all right?
Nothing wrong that
a hot bath won’t fix.
How about you two?
Well enough, it appears.
Which is strange,
since the last thing I remember
is sinking
to the bottom of a bog.
Where’s Bronx?
No sign of him.
I woke up in here
with you two statues,
and I’ve been
waiting for sunset.
I have no idea how we got here.
(GRUNTING)
A whole clan of gargoyles
could not
batter down these walls.
Then what’ll we do?
Wait. Someone went
to considerable trouble
to put us here.
They’ll surely return,
sooner or later.
Mol? Molly!
(BRONX GROWLS)
Molly?
I’m not up for games tonight!
Where are ya?
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
(GASPS)
Molly, you fair gave me
a heart attack, you did...
(BRONX GROWLING)
No! No, it can’t be...
It’s the Hound,
the Hound of Ulster!
(BARKS)
(WHIMPERS)
(HOWLS)
(GASPS)
We have company.
I greet you, travelers.
Who are you?
Why have you brought us here?
I am called the Banshee.
Are we in Ireland, then?
The Sheewere of Ireland,
in ancient times.
This is Ireland, indeed.
Where is our companion?
The great beast?
He does not matter.
He could tell me nothing
of what I desire to know,
whereas you may,
which is why I saved you
from the bog.
Explain.
You have been
recently in Avalon.
The scent of its magic
is all about you.
There is no reason for anyone
to come here from there,
except they be sent
by Lord Oberon to bring me back.
We’ve never met Oberon.
Do you think me witless?
The time of the Gathering
approaches.
Oberon wants his children
to return to Avalon.
But know this,
I will not return.
I like it here.
Hey, why would anyone
want to leave all this?
Nor will I suffer
intruders to my home.
My friend speaks
the truth, Banshee.
Avalon’s magic
did bring us here,
but we have no agenda
from Oberon.
Enough!
My voice can
seduce or mesmerize.
Or bring pain beyond imagining.
If you will not give me
the truth freely,
I will take it by force.
Tell me now what
Oberon plans for me!
(BANSHEE WAILS)
You will suffer
for your slowness to obey!
And the human may
do more than suffer,
for when
the Banshee keens, men die...
(BANSHEE WAILS)
(GROANS)
(WHIMPERS)
(GASPS)
(WHIMPERS)
This can’t be happening...
Good boy...
(PANTING)
So you’re the terrible hound?
Ugly as the back
of a bus, you are.
(GROANS)
Well, you got me
into this, me lad.
Can’t see how you’re going
to get me out of it, though.
You want me to ride you?
Well, you’re half
the size of a horse,
why not?
Though I’m a little
old for bareback... (SCREAMS)
Ah, there’s more to you
than meets the eye,
that’s plain.
(WHINES)
You want me to go with ya?
(BARKS)
(WAILING CONTINUES)
(ALL SCREAMING)
(BRONX HOWLS)
No! He has found
the Hound of Ulster!
Bronx. That was Bronx
that made her run.
He’ll find a way to free us.
I know he will.
(HOWLING)
(BARKING)
Nothing much here.
Never has been, since...
Since...
I’ve got to go there.
I don’t know why,
but I’ve got to.
But where is it?
What is it?
Rory? Ah!
Thank heaven you’re safe!
I’ve been half the night
looking for you!
What in the...?
Molly, you won’t
believe this, but...
(GROWLS)
Here now! Cut that out!
No!
(WAILS)
(MOANS)
Molly?
Yes and no.
But that can wait...
Be still now, little mortal.
Come quietly with me
into the dark.
Come...
(GROANS)
Good morning.
Or good afternoon, rather.
Oh, trying
a different schedule, are we?
Stay out all night,
sleep all day?
Da, I think I may be...
(DOORBELL RINGS)
Molly, it’s you...
And who else would it be?
Hello, Mr. Dugan.
(SCOFFS) Molly.
About last night,
you don’t recall
putting on a foot of height
and a yard of hair?
-Huh! In your dreams.
-I guess.
But I’ve been dreaming
even while I’m awake.
Night before last
I saw this giant snake,
like a huge worm with teeth.
And last night I saw
the Hound of Ulster.
And a mound
with stones around it,
big as two houses.
Only one place
like that around here,
Cairn na Chullain.
Cu Chullain’s tomb.
Cu Chullain?
It sounds familiar.
An old story,
like as not you’ve
heard it in school.
The Hero of Ulster
lived nigh on 2,000 years ago
and saved Ireland
from the Banshee.
I’m going there. Tonight.
Rory, you can’t be serious.
Son, I’m as skeptical
as the next man, as a rule.
But there are some things
in this part of the world
it’s not wise to tamper with.
I have to go, Da.
I have to follow
this thing through.
Then I’m going with ya.
Oh, I’m scared to go,
I won’t lie.
But I love you, Rory,
and I won’t let you go alone.
Maybe I should...
No, Da.
Molly was in my dream.
She’s part of this.
I think we need to go alone.
Rory, be careful, lad.
I really don’t think
you should go in there.
There’s something
important in there,
something that belongs to me.
Rory, what do you see?
I’m not sure.
Something from the past,
I think.
(VOICE DEEPENS) My past.
How do you know that?
(NORMAL VOICE)
I don’t know how, but...
The spear...
The Spear of Light...
(VOICE DEEPENS)
Gaebolg, the Spear of Light!
Mine again!
And I...
I am Cu Chullain once more!
I strove to prevent this,
Cu Chullain.
If not for
the Beast, you could have
lived and died a mortal,
never knowing you were
the Hero of Ulster reborn.
But you have remembered
whose soul lives within you,
and such memories are fatal.
So, my ancient enemy,
it begins again.
Yes, and now it ends
for all time!
(BANSHEE WAILS)
She’s going to bring
the whole place down!
Look!
(INDISTINCT YELLING)
(WAILING)
You’ve lived among
mortals too long, Cu Chullain.
Your skills have grown rusty.
But mine are
as powerful as ever...
(WAILING)
Poor hero.
It wasn’t even a contest.
(BRONX BARKING)
Skills may rust indeed,
but true friendship
stays bright.
Now, my faithful Hound,
we make an end!
(LAUGHS)
Oh, yes, we shall.
But not in this form.
You have forgotten much,
Hero of Ulster.
Do you remember Crum-Cruach?
(LAUGHING WICKEDLY)
Crum-Cruach! Deathworm,
you are still
no more than that. A worm.
But more than enough
to deal with a noisy young hero
and his little dog, too!
(GROWLS)
(STRUGGLING)
-What’s that?
-It’s got Bronx!
More like Bronx has it.
(GROWLING)
(GRUNTS)
(ROARS LOUDLY)
(BANSHEE WAILING)
(WAILING FADES)
(SIGHS)
(WHINES)
ANGELA: Good boy, Bronx.
I knew you’d save us.
And where did
you three come from?
It would take
too long to explain.
He’s yours, isn’t he?
Well, thanks
for the loan of him.
I had a dog like him once.
A long time ago,
when I was someone...
special.
It would seem you still are.
Yes. And there’s
no training schemes
for this kind of work,
I’d wager.
Not easy, is it?
Being a hero rarely is.
Don’t look so smug, Bronx.
Bronx has a right to feel
proud of himself.
It’s not every day that
a land gets one of its
old heroes back.
And a land with a hero
soon finds
other deeds for him to do.
(BRONX HOWLS)
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)