Goldbeak (2023)

[bunniefuu]

Breaking news.

The wreckage of the plane carrying

Mayor Silverwing and his family

has been discovered.

Sadly, there were no survivors.

Silverwing's brother, ,

will be taking over as mayor.

Our investigation has revealed,

that it was my brother's most trusted

subordinate, Guru,

who was responsible

for the plane crash.

What a despicable thing to do.

It's so shameful.

Meanwhile,

I vow to honor my brother's legacy

by leading Avian City

to a bright future.

- So, you found an eagle?

- Just a baby.

An eagle, ?

A tiny orphan.

Be careful. Slow down.

That was quite a tumble.

You'll be fine, Goldbeak.

Now, pick yourself up.

Ratchet, watch your brother.

Need farm hands?

Nope.

Hi.

I'm just looking for a job, ma'am.

Here, Goldbeak.

- I can't afford help.

- All I need's a safe place to sleep.

A barn would be fine.

Barn's broken.

I can fix it.

Really. I'm serious. Piece of cake.

I'm both skilled, and crafty.

Fine. Go for it.

But first let's get you fixed up.

You're gonna need two working wings.

It's done.

Roosters and hens,

prepare to witness the impossible.

This will be like nothing you've seen.

For I am the amazing Goldbeak.

Right here in Peckington Roost,

I'm soaring to new heights.

Easy, kid. Maybe aim a little lower.

Hey there, what did I tell you?

You see?

You're better off staying

on the ground, little guy.

Uncle?

Do you have any idea why I can't fly?

Where do I start, kid?

Why would you even wanna fly, huh?

Because I'm an eagle..

Think about it.

I'm a majestic eagle,

but I can only run.

Hey. Running is...

Majestic.

Then why laugh?

Who's laughing?

Listen, running is all you need

in this town.

It works just fine

for the chickens, doesn't it?

I doubt they'd fly if they could.

You're part

of the Peckington Roost community.

Try and act like it. Be normal.

If you fly, it'll scare folks.

And if you crash, from high altitude?

That'll be curtains.

I'm just trying

to look out for you, all right?

If something happened to you,

your mom's heart would break.

Your sister would be devastated.

And as for myself.

Your poor Uncle

just wouldn't know how to go on.

Lunch time.

It's lunch time, let's go.

Something tells me

this doesn't bode well.

Come on, come on.

You're gonna like this.

Hey, sugar.

So Momma is still trying to raise

that eagle as a chicken, is she?

She sure is.

And grown eagles are dangerous.

We should have a vote on it.

- Oh, yeah.

- Hey, hey, hey.

Don't push your luck, kid.

There's no way you can fly

without someone coaching you.

This will not work out.

Did you hear me?

You. Cannot. Fly.

Oh, yeah. Watch out for the branch.

Ratchet?

It'll work this time, won't it?

What are you saying?

This time and every time.

Remember, my inventions are incredible.

- It's just, if Momma finds out...

- Yeah, yeah, well who's telling her?

No one.

Here goes. You're doing it.

Goldbeak.

Stupid bird. What's with you?

He wants to fly.

Hey, are you okay?

How dare you break my invention.

I think it stinks.

Your sister's a nutcase,

and you're a freak,

just like that weirdo mother of yours.

Come on, go.

Quick. Run for it.

Goldbeak's gone crazy.

What now?

Help me.

Well, I'll be...

Goldbeak is crazy.

Look. Biddy's kid.

He's going crazy.

I knew he'd give in to his eagle

nature eventually.

I'd almost forgotten the kid

was an eagle. Scary.

Knock it off.

Goldbeak.

Goldbeak, let go of Chet.

Oh, Momma.

I'm sorry.

I don't care if he's an orphan,

you adopted an eagle.

He's dangerous.

Have you thought about

what happens when he gets older,

and starts flying around town?

Yes, the boy's mother

certainly has a point.

Sis, today, I did something

bad, didn't I?

No, Chet had it coming.

But I made things worse,

because I don't belong here,

and I caused trouble for Momma.

Stop. That's enough.

Don't worry about what Chet says.

I want him gone if he makes trouble

again.

Okay, let's go home.

- Momma, I didn't mean to.

- I know.

- No. It was my fault.

- I'm sorry.

Let's go home.

Momma?

Momma?

Am I really a freak?

They were yelling.

I heard what they said.

I'm not like the other kids.

All I ever think about is flying.

Listen, you don't have to be

like everyone else.

Although, perhaps,

you'd have an easier time fitting in

if you acted like a chicken.

And you know, chickens can't fly.

Okay.

There.

It's settled.

I can't have you trying to fly anymore.

But you can train to run fast.

And you just so happen to have

the best teacher in town.

This is great!

Are you ready?

I'm very ready.

- Just try your best, all right?

- No problem.

Okay.

- Which foot in front?

- Your left.

Head up. Good. Now stand tall,

and let your legs do the work.

I'm gonna be the fastest runner

in Peckington Roost.

Guy is so dreamy.

It's such a shame

he's the son of a traitor.

Get it together.

But he's so dashing.

I don't even care what his father did.

His father brought shame

on his whole family.

He's the traitorous cur

that k*lled Silverwing.

Even if he was a traitor,

he's been dead for years now.

Stop living in the past.

How is Guy that cool?

We've gathered,

to celebrate the extraordinary.

And to name the next captain

of the elite Eagle Scouts.

This title can only go to the bravest,

and most capable of eagles.

My foster son, Guy.

His service to our fair city

is well-documented, as is his loyalty.

I realize, that many of the birds here

can't help but talk

about how his father

m*rder*d my brother.

But that's far in the past.

And I believe

it would be the height of folly

to blame this fine young man

for his father's crimes.

Guru was evil.

But his son is a noble paragon,

the embodiment of honor and duty.

He will protect us.

And our glorious Avian City.

Fluttercaw has been such

an inspiring leader.

And Guy is so charming.

Oh, I'm gonna faint.

What? You again.

You've got some nerve.

Go on. Get out of here.

I'm sorry.

Oh man.

Ratchet.

Hey.

So, what do you got there?

It's nothing.

Come on, sis.

Tell me.

You really want to know?

It's a glider.

Cool.

Goldbeak.

The world is dangerous.

Birds that can't fly have to hide.

That's why I make these machines.

In the hopes that someday

we'll fly like other birds.

- Yeah, but...

- But what?

The villagers are against it?

They act like hiding's a good thing.

But I disagree.

And it might seem impossible,

but I will try to change things.

Whether they like it or not,

I'm doing this.

I don't care what any of them say.

I'm gonna live my own life.

- Ratchet...

- Enough. Please just go home.

To tell the truth...

I've been thinking of it too.

Okay, clear.

Run.

Come on.

Pull up.

Goldbeak.

Try the button on your chest.

- I'm losing it.

- Pull up.

You can do this. Keep your wings flat.

Goldbeak!

Hey.

Watch out. Watch out!

Wait, what?

I'm sorry.

I know Goldbeak caused a lot of damage,

but we'll make it right.

Both of my kids were part of this,

which means that it has nothing

to do with Goldbeak's nature.

I should've taught them better.

I thought I...

My children and I will happily

help you rebuild.

If you give us some time,

we'll make up for the damage

and then some, I promise.

Just give them a...

A chance, and you'll see

that they're good kids.

I'm begging you.

You promised he wouldn't cause

any more trouble.

He should leave.

Everyone, I'm at fault for this,

as well.

I failed in my capacity as mayor

to keep you all informed.

The elder ones among you

might already know about this

but those red rocks have been

a thorn in our side for years.

They've plagued our town

since its founding.

Many years ago, the red rocks

did the same thing they did today,

and made everything start

floating around.

No one can say for sure

what caused the phenomenon.

I should've let you all know before.

So I deserve some blame.

I beg your forgiveness.

No, mayor, you mustn't blame yourself.

This is on my family.

Apologize.

Go ahead. Ratchet.

Goldbeak.

Listen, everyone.

I think you're right.

I don't belong in this town.

Feels like all I do

is spread fear and make trouble.

I'm the one to blame for everything

that's happened,

not my momma or my sister Ratchet.

I apologize, Mister Mayor.

I'm so sorry, everyone.

Ratchet.

Momma.

Goldbeak.

It's hard for us chickens

to find a safe place to live.

An eagle like you

doesn't have to stay here.

And now, the whole town is a mess.

Don't you see?

Leaving is the right thing to do.

Please, Momma Biddy.

Tell the boy to give us all a break.

He's always making trouble for us.

Please, everyone. We must calm down.

- Order!

- It's time.

Let us live in peace.

I'm so sorry.

This is all my fault.

Goldbeak.

Wait.

Don't go, son.

Goldbeak.

Goldbeak!

Goldbeak.

Let's talk about this back home.

- Goldbeak!

- Goldbeak!

Goldbeak.

Goldbeak.

Goldbeak.

Come back.

Goldbeak!

Goldbeak?

Momma.

You know, I still remember finding you.

A freshly hatched chick at my door.

Fluffy feathers,

and such big, trusting eyes.

You were the most beautiful thing

I'd ever seen.

It's late.

Who's there?

Where'd you come from?

Hi, baby.

Where are your mom and dad?

Who brought you to my door step?

I didn't care

that you were an eagle back then,

and I sure don't care now.

You're still my son,

I'll always love you.

This is your home.

I'll talk the mayor into

letting you stay.

If folks make a fuss,

we can just move somewhere else.

As long as we're all together,

we can still call it home.

All right?

Goldbeak?

Where do I come from?

I don't know for sure.

Possibly Avian City?

Avian City?

I see.

Goldbeak.

- You've never left home.

- You can't keep me sheltered forever.

I'm grown up now.

But son...

I've decided.

Don't worry, okay?

I can take care of myself.

Here.

You had this necklace

the night I found you.

I love you, Momma.

Goldbeak.

Take care of yourself.

Don't be afraid.

It's just a forest, run through it.

I'm not scared.

I'm an eagle.

I do the scaring.

Just a twig.

Hey, you big chicken.

Ratchet?

I got you good.

No way.

I was just clearing my throat.

Whatever you say.

Why are you here?

You're an eagle with a chicken's heart.

I'm here to babysit you.

- I'll have you know, I'm a grown bird.

- That so?

- Where's Momma?

- At home.

- Did she tell you to come?

- Don't worry about it.

Fine.

And stop laughing like an idiot.

Watch your step.

Wait, does Momma even know

you're here? I'm afraid she'll worry.

Of course.

- She knows.

- That's good.

Come on.

- How do we get across?

- Let me see.

I've got it!

- Okay, I'll go first.

- Now, be careful.

Watch out!

Goldbeak. No.

Goldbeak.

No!

Help!

Wow.

Ratchet, look.

Sis!

Check me out.

Are you hurt?

That was amazing.

Oh, man, my heart's still racing.

Hello. I'm...

He is so frigging cool.

Hey, wait up.

Hey there, pal.

Giving me the silent

treatment again, huh?

I may as well just paint a face

on a coconut.

Whoa, it's Uncle Shank.

Hiya, kids.

What? Surprised?

Close your beak.

So, I'm best friends with the totally

cool bird who just saved your life.

I was in Peckington Roost,

looking for a job,

when I met your Momma.

Oh, I'm not your father.

I guess that's obvious, but anyway,

I knew you'd pass through here,

so I waited for you.

My plan was to introduce you

to my awesome friend, but clearly,

that's no longer called for.

- Avian City. So How do we get there?

- Go that way.

How are we supposed to

cross the canyon?

You're an eagle, my boy.

To a bird as majestic as you, this

canyon is nothing more than a ditch.

Remember? I can't fly.

Wait, you still can't?

A full-grown eagle

that doesn't know how to fly?

You ain't lying, are you?

I've got an idea.

Hang around for a while,

beg him to teach you his ways.

Who knows? He might go for it.

Wow, he is the coolest.

- He is quite cool.

- What's his name?

You can call him Master.

He'll be a great master

if he takes you on.

He and Silverwing were two

of the best flyers in the world.

He may look past his prime

but don't be fooled,

the old bird's still got it.

Silverwing.

We were all so proud of him.

The former mayor of Avian City.

A hero lost too soon.

He was the greatest flyer

I've ever seen,

even better than the Master himself.

Better than the Master?

The all-time best.

Awesome.

Time for my beauty sleep.

Good night, kids.

Don't forget.

He'll be a great master

if he takes you on.

He and Silverwing were two

of the best flyers in the world.

Master. Please, teach me how to fly.

Please, teach me how to fly.

Wanna teach me yet?

- Goldbeak. Don't be a nuisance.

- He'll come around.

Won't you, Master?

You're warming up to me already.

Deep down, you wanna teach me to soar.

Are you sure that you're

ready to learn?

No. Goldbeak!

Are you crazy?

I won't save you.

A true eagle learns to fly on his own.

Or else, accepts his fate.

You're a freak, just like that

weirdo mother of yours.

Maybe aim a little lower.

You're better off staying

on the ground, little guy.

Goldbeak, you've never left home.

You can't keep me sheltered forever.

I'm grown up now.

Don't worry, okay?

I can take care of myself.

I can fly!

I'm flying.

Check me out.

I can fly now.

And I'll only get better from here.

Someday, I'll be the all-time best.

- That's right.

- I'm good!

Eagles teach their babies how to fly

by pushing them out of the nest

when they're big enough.

Instinct kicks in from there.

They really just push them?

- That's it?

- Easy as pie.

Sounds crazy, but it works for eagles.

What?

If you knew that,

why didn't you just push him?

Because it's crazy.

What if something went wrong?

That could have happened just now.

Nothing's gonna go wrong

with Master here.

This is awesome.

Check this out.

I pulled it off.

Uncle Shank,

will he teach me even more?

Oh, yeah, he's committed now.

Take it from his best friend.

Why do you want to go to Avian City?

To find my real family.

To find a place where I belong.

Thank you for all of your guidance.

You should fly for the city tomorrow.

And when you get there,

seek out Mayor.

He might have the answers you seek.

Are you ready for this?

Yes, I am.

Just fly straight ahead,

and you'll reach Avian City in time.

Master. Uncle Shank.

Bye.

Avian City.

We're here.

Would you look at that.

This place is huge.

The city's way bigger

than Peckington Roost.

Those metal boxes, they're flying.

You think I could race one?

Here. Let's go.

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Did he just give you a basket?

Okay.

So what do we do now?

Avian City, the city of the future.

The only city of its kind,

designed entirely for birds of flight.

And who keeps the citizens

of Avian City safe?

The esteemed Eagle Scouts.

Come witness their amazing,

high-flying prowess

at today's demonstration.

This afternoon, only at Avian Park.

- Avian Park?

- Avian Park?

Mayor, mayor.

We love you, mayor.

And we want to thank you

for all of your labor.

Our mayor's the best.

He's built us a nest.

And he's leading our town

to happiness.

The mayor. This is my chance.

He can tell me who I am.

Let's go talk to him.

Welcome, mayor.

It's too crowded to get through.

Mayor.

I'm a huge fan of yours, Mister Mayor.

Let's give a warm welcome

to Mayor.

Birds of Avian City.

It's good to see you.

And I love you too.

It's good to be here with all of you.

You're too kind.

Let me thank you for your dedication

to our fair city over the years.

This city prospers for one reason only.

That's the hard work of its people.

You've ushered in a golden age.

I owe each of you a debt.

And so,

to demonstrate my undying appreciation,

I've brought our city's finest flyers

to put on a show for you.

Let's give a big Avian City

welcome to our guardians,

the Eagle Scouts.

The Eagle Scouts!

I have a plan to get

the mayor's attention.

Where'd you come from?

Land now.

- As long as you take me to the mayor.

- You'll regret this.

I'm warning you,

return to the ground.

Fine. I will.

Then do it.

Don't worry, I intend to.

Once I've reached the mayor.

If you'll excuse me.

Mister Mayor.

I need to speak with you.

Goldbeak, look out!

No more games. Get him.

Oh, no.

Who's that guy?

What kind of fool challenges

the Scouts?

I wouldn't last three seconds up there.

Hey, look at his feathers.

Kind of reminds me of Silverwing.

You're right. They look similar.??

Hey. what's a Silverwing, Mama?????

That was the name

of our last mayor, honey.

Silverwing?

- Ratchet!

- Let go.

Just a moment.

Bring them.

Would you be so kind as to let me look

at your necklace?

Yes, sir.

When I was found as a chick,

this was with me.

It's a match.

Between the matching necklaces,

and the identical family feathers,

you know, there's just no way

this is a coincidence.

What's your name?

They call me Goldbeak, sir.

You are clearly Silverwing's son.

Wait, what? So, Silverwing's my dad?

Wow.

And he's the world's best flyer.

Oh, wow. Silverwing's your dad.

Where are my parents right now?

I would really like to meet them.

So you don't know anything

about your parents.

Is that right?

Are they trying to find me?

Who's your companion?

Me? Oh, I'm his sister.

Is that a fact?

Your sister's a chicken?

She is.

A hen raised me in Peckington Roost.

Ratchet here is her daughter.

Momma told me

she found me on her doorstep

when I was a baby.

My dear nephew, it's all-but certain,

that your parents

aren't in this world anymore.

The Eagle Scout officer you fought with

during the flying demonstration

is named Guy.

His father was Guru,

and Guru used to work for your father.

Some years ago,

your parents were traveling

by plane for business.

Visiting some remote villages.

Guru was on board as well.

I want you to know,

you're welcome to stay

as long as you'd like.

This is your home now.

Gossip.

Take my nephew and his adopted sister

on a tour of the city.

Show them what makes it

the finest place in the world.

This is Industries.

This is the energy research lab.

That may look like an ordinary rock,

but it powers the entire city.

We'd shut down without these.

That looks like our red rocks.????

Mister Mayor.

Here's the thing,

we're facing a severe supply shortage.

We need more red minerals

to keep things running.

If we're forced to make do

with what we have now,

we'll have to close two stations.

This bodes ill.

Uncle, our city,

it needs more of these rocks?

Correct.

They're the source of

our city's energy.

It's thanks to those rocks

that our people

have been able to prosper.

We have a lot, back home.

In the town where you were raised?

They have these rocks?

I mean, they're all over the place.

We don't use them,

they just scare folks.

Nobody likes them.

Oh, yeah?

Listen, I think I can rid your friends

of this problem.

- And put those rocks to use.

- You can?

Gossip, get the ball rolling

on a deal with Peckington Roost.

Our most generous yet.

After all, these are friends

of Goldbeak.

Wow, this stuff is so cool.

Now this is where our Eagle Scouts

do their training.

Captain,

that guy is the mayor's nephew.

Silverwing was his father.

No way.

Your father k*lled his father?

Oh, sorry.

I have no father.

Right. I get you.

That traitor Guru's dead anyway.

Good riddance.

Never say his name again.

The birds permitted to train here

are the best of the best already.

They are the future of Avian City.

The Free Fall room.

The Scouts warm up here.

Their line of work

sure isn't for the faint of heart.

Please stand back.

I want to join them,

and be like my father.

You know, this place

belongs to our family.

So it's yours to use.

- It's true.

- Give me a break.

No, you flew the whole thing

with just one wing.

I know who you are.

And I know who your father was.

No need for that look.

I'm not starting something.

My uncle told me your story.

We're just about the same age.

What your father did isn't your fault.

I won't take it out on you.

What father? Right?

That traitor's nothing to him.

That's correct.

You Scouts are

the most popular birds in town.

And you're the city's best flyers.

I'd like to join up.

The right to train here is a coveted

privilege, awarded only to the best.

You have no idea how hard

we had to work to get this far.

We've struggled toward this goal

since we were eaglets,

training every single day,

to pass dozens of evaluations.

But you? You haven't invested a thing,

yet here you are.

I swear I'll work hard.

Work hard?

You'll need more talent

than you showed at the park.

Ten, tonight.

Meet me at the top of the tower.

Try to prove to us

that you're good enough to be here.

Fine. I'll be there.

I'm here. What now?

Do you know where you're standing?

It's the tallest rooftop in Avian City.

The rules are simple enough.

Both of you will jump

and then freefall towards the pavement.

The goal is to dive for as long as

you can without getting scared.

Whoever pulls up first, loses.

We just free fall?

From up here?

You scared, bumpkin?

I expected more

from the son of the great Silverwing.

- But he's a coward.

- I am not a coward.

- Let's go.

- Let's go.

Try not to imagine

the mess you'll make when you crash.

It's scary. You'll lose your nerve.

Here comes the countdown.

Three, two, one. Jump.

You lose.

Enough, both of you. Let's go.

Here.

What is it?

Take a look.

I love flying.

And I bet you kids do too.

Let's begin.

It's Dad.

At the last second, I plan to

launch into a half barrel roll.

And once I can smell the ground,

I'll know that it's time for

me to pull up.

It just takes practice.

A half barrel roll...

It's nothing. I'm fine.

I'm ready.

A half barrel roll. I've got this.

Jump.

Jump.

Jump.

Jump.

He's working hard, I'm proud.

He's proving to be a worthy heir

to our family.

Yes indeed.

Uncle.

Goldbeak.

I wanted to share the good news.

The deal with Peckington Roost

is going forward.

We're drawing up the

contract right now.

Perfect. Thank you, Uncle.

You did well, my boy.

But you're way better than him.

Like, it's no contest.

Done already? You chicken out again?

I'm sorry, I mean, way to channel

your chicken mama's cautious spirit.

Say that again.

What would you do if I did?

This isn't worth our time.

Six o'clock.

Meet me on the roof.

You ready?

One.

Are you all right?

I owe you one.

Uncle.

Goldbeak, my boy.

You are soaring past

all our expectations.

I...

Excuse me, sir.

The mineral rights contract

with Peckington Roost is ready.

It's time to go back to your village

and help your friends.

That's fantastic. Thanks, Uncle.

We're almost there.

Ratchet.

It's strange. I don't know why,

but I feel nervous.

I know just what you're thinking.

You're scared that the village

still won't accept you, right?

Don't overthink it.

You've grown a lot, Goldbeak.

I'll bet they'll be impressed.

My boy...

You are a noble eagle.

Anyone worth their salt should admire

you.

Don't worry, my boy. You're with me.

Everything will be all right.

I grew up there. It's just...

They're my family too.

I understand.

Then I'll treat them

as I would my own family.

Goldbeak...

Feel better?

Yeah.

But I wonder...

- What do you think Master's up to?

- Not sure.

Perhaps Uncle

has been talking his head off,

while he blocks it out?

I'd like to go visit them

sometime soon.

Is that...

It's the kid.

And Ratchet.

Hi, everyone.

How have you all been?

What brings you back, Goldbeak?

This ship...

Peckington Roost. Greetings.

Oh, no. An eagle?

- An eagle?

- An eagle?

This place is off the beaten path.

My friends.

Calm down. Please.

Goldbeak told me about your fine town,

and I just had to come see it.

Good to meet you.

You can call me Mayor.

I am the mayor of Avian City.

And I'm also Goldbeak's uncle.

- It's a pleasure, sir.

- Yeah. Sure is.

Let's start rolling out the gifts.

- I can't believe it.

- This is awesome.

I can't wait to use that

popcorn machine.

Thank you. You're too kind.

Thank you.

Eagles aren't that scary after all.

My friends. Come now.

Well, I suppose we ought to give

a very warm welcome to our new friend,

the Honorable Mayor of Avian City.

Goldbeak, thank you so much.

- But, Mom...

- Quiet, Chet.

You could learn a thing or two

from a fine young man like him,

do you hear me?

I've always wanted a fancy hair dryer.

Goldbeak. You turned out to be a big

shot.

That eagle boy

is really something now, huh?

I'll say. Is he the prince

of Avian city, or...?

He ain't no prince,

he's the son of the mayor.

No, you got it wrong,

he's the nephew of the mayor.

Goldbeak.

It's really you.

Why didn't you tell me?

So it would be a surprise.

Now then, I came here today,

for another reason.

I'd like to do your town a favor.

Oh, really? Of what sort?

Goldbeak was telling me that a certain

red rock has been causing you grief.

Therefore, I'd like to extend

an offer to your town.

We would love to remove

all the red rocks for you.

Momma, look at this.

We brought you gifts.

You're gonna love them.

Let Momma take a good look at you.

You look stronger.

And Ratchet says you've

become a fine flyer.

What was training like?

How was the food?

Just look at those muscles.

My, how you've grown.

Now, turn around.

You've gotten much taller.

And more handsome.

- Do girls like you now, huh?

- You betcha.

Careful. If you meet one who has

potential, you run her by me.

Oh, come on, Momma.

Quit teasing.

Right this way. They're over here.

So many.

This is more than expected.

I'll make sure this entire vein

belongs to Avian City.

Just a friendly reminder. You can

only dig at the town's perimeter.

Never underneath the town itself.

Or else, the whole place

could come crashing down.

Is that so?

- Don't worry.

- Right. I won't.

Uncle.

Uncle, this is where I grew up.

Very cozy.

Excuse me, I should take this.

Listen...

I want every red rock this town has.

That's right.

I never promised not to mine

beneath the town.

All I did was tell him not to worry.

That could mean anything,

so don't argue.

Now stop wasting my time.

And do your job.

Son, be a good boy

when you're out there, for my sake.

Of course I will.

Come, let's get this contract signed.

Thank you.

You're too generous, Mayor Flutterclaw.

Glad to help.

We'll have a detailed roadmap

on your desk shortly.

Assisting Peckington Roost

has been an honor.

Ratchet, keep an eye on your brother.

I will.

Momma, why don't you come

to the city with us?

Then I can take care of you.

I'd love to visit someday.

Remember, your sister's smart,

so listen to her.

Promise you will.

So you did send her to watch me.

Don't worry, Momma.

I'll be back real soon.

Okay. Time to go.

I promise, Uncle's gonna help

Peckington Roost however he can.

- Bye, Momma.

- Goodbye, Momma.

Don't worry.

It was so good to see you.

It was wonderful to see you, Goldbeak.

Take care.

- Goodbye, Ratchet. Come back anytime.

- Bye, Mayor.

Goodbye.

Quickly. Get them out now.

Two more injuries? Who's to blame?

Come on. Let's go.

Man, what a stink.

Disgusting.

Goldbeak. You need to see this.

Party starts soon.

Aren't you dressing up?

No way.

Look.

This is a map of all

your uncle's mines.

We have to leave soon.

Just hear me out.

Back in Peckington Roost,

I heard your uncle say something

really suspicious over the phone.

That's why I came. I'm trying to

figure out what's going on.

Just listen.

I found a list of towns

your uncle's mined.

And none of them seem

to exist anymore.

- He isn't the man you think he is.

- I'm sorry. I don't get it.

I snuck into your uncle's office

to poke around, decoded his password,

and accessed a number of files-

Are you almost ready, Goldbeak?

Why did Ratchet leave?

Maybe she hates fancy parties.

That's too bad.

Now then...

Do remember to wear your necklace.

It's a symbol of our family

and its pedigree.

Goldbeak...

Goldbeak.

Hey, come on.

This way.

Did you try that potato salad?

Delicious.

You sound a bit obsessed.

I have some here in my pockets.

See this?

He's hiding something.

Let's take a look.

This confirms it.

They turned all these

towns into strip mines.

What are those red zones?

Oh, no.

- Our home.

- Now take a look at those images.

That's right underneath us.

- The city's powered by destruction.

- You two shouldn't be in here.

But, uncle...

Then again, it doesn't really matter.

Since you'll be the one

carrying my legacy into the future.

You may as well know now.

All those towns...

You destroyed people's lives.

Just for red rocks?

All I do, I do for Avian City.

Here, worthy birds can live

perfect lives.

If the cost is a few small towns,

then so be it.

Hang on, do you plan

to destroy Peckington Roost?

Watch your tone, boy.

Think about what they did to you.

They treated you like a freak.

Drove you from your home.

I know you accept them,

but they'll never accept you.

He isn't stupid.

You can't manipulate him that easily.

And you have no right to

destroy our town.

You are an eagle.

That means you're better than them.

They're just chickens.

All birds deserve respect.

You sound every bit

as foolish as your father.

For those who fly high,

the world's full of clouds and smiles.

But fly low, and you'll end up

drowning in a sea of victims.

Who cares about chickens?

What does it matter

if they live or die?

That goes for the towns

I destroyed too,

do you know how many times

I've been asked about them?

Not even once.

No one cares.

Not a single citizen of this city

has even asked me about it.

Those towns were destined to fall.

- Those peasants had no future.

- Are you ready, sir?

What are they doing here?

Security.

Ratchet. Run.

Hey, let me go.

Mayor. The girl. She'll warn them.

Let her go. It's no matter.

The chickens will just run away.

And the sooner they leave, the easier

it'll be to take what we need.

Don't you dare touch Peckington Roost.

You'll regret it.

Shut up.

If I wanted, I could've bulldozed

that pathetic little hamlet

without even giving them notice.

But instead I went through the trouble

of doing things legally,

and paying them out.

I even thought about building

those flightless creatures

a whole new town.

And do you know why?

Because of you.

You are my nephew,

the son of my beloved brother,

and the heir

to whom I hope to pass my mantle.

Your silver wings,

the spark in your eyes,

your posture in the air.

Nearly everything about you is

reminiscent of my dearly

departed brother.

I don't want you hurt.

I tried to respect you,

to respect your feelings

for the town you called home.

But that stupid chicken

you call sister,

just had to go and stick her beak

where it doesn't belong.

Is she worth it, huh?

Goldbeak.

Listen.

I am the only family you have left.

Take him to cool off somewhere.

He needs to think carefully

about his future.

Will he be a chicken?

Or an eagle.

Let me out. Open this door.

What'd the chicken do, anyway?

Who cares?

Let's just get this over with.

Quiet.

- Uncle?

- No time to talk.

Ratchet is waiting for us

at the hangar.

We're gonna take a plane

to Peckington Roost.

Wait, a plane?

Why don't we just fly back home?

It'll be too late.

We have to warn everyone

before Flutterclaw gets there.

Got it.

Goldbeak got away. He's escaped.

Wing struts unlocked.

Turbines, unlocked.

Thrusters...

- What is it?

- Jailbreak. They ran this way.

Hurry.

Down here.

This way.

Come on, come on.

We're out of time.

- You almost done?

- Yeah.

- Hurry and get on.

- Get them out of here.

Get a move on.

I'm fine.

Goldbeak. What are you doing?

Guy. My uncle's been deceiving us.

He's planning to destroy my hometown.

I have no father.

Pull back.

- I said pull back. Let's go.

- Copy that.

Sorry, but they got away.

- Bunch of losers.

- Yeah, losers.

Sir, what do we do now?

We head out as soon as we can.

Just in case they try something.

Everyone to the town square.

Come to the town square, now.

Quiet down.

Please hear me out.

Right now, Flutterclaw's coming,

to dig up the whole town.

He'll spare nothing,

unless we fight to stop him.

Hold on. Flutterclaw swore

he would help us improve our town.

We even signed a contract.

He can't just violate the rules

we agreed upon.

He can and he will. He has before.

I found documents that prove it.

Every town he mines

ends up wiped off the map.

And our town could suffer

the same fate.

Everyone calm down.

Calm down. Don't panic.

Please hear me out.

Thank you.

Say, weren't you working

over at Momma's farm?

You're right.

But that's not my whole story.

I also worked for Silverwing,

the Mayor of Avian City

and Goldbeak's father.

It was me. I brought baby Goldbeak.

I left him on Momma Ditty's doorstep.

How could that be?

Goldbeak...

I'm sorry.

I wasn't able to save your parents.

I won't leave you.

We have to get out now.

Promise me you'll take care of my son.

But sir.

I have to help my wife.

We're out of time.

You have to come with me, sir.

Go. Quickly. That's an order.

Remember, don't take him to Avian City.

Sir, please.

And so...

My father's plane was sabotaged

by my uncle?

Because of his greed and his fear...

I lost my father because

of his secret.

If Fluttercaw is truly that ruthless,

then diplomacy isn't an option.

What do we do? They've got planes.

And eagles too.

They're too strong,

we don't stand a chance.

Should we run away?

Where can we go?

Everyone.

I won't stand by

and let them take everything from us.

I may be an eagle,

but this...

This is the town where I grew up.

This place is home to my mom.

My sister, and you folks.

All of you are my friends.

Though we might be outnumbered,

outmatched, and

overpowered in every way,

I'll still defend my hometown

with everything I've got.

No matter what happens,

I'll fight these invaders

'till they're gone.

For the ones I love.

Till the day is won.

We'll protect our families.

And our neighbors.

Goldbeak. Tell us what to do.

We'll follow your lead.

For your safety, evacuate the area.

For your safety, you must evacuate.

The eagles are here.

Incoming.

Watch out.

They're coming.

Move it.

All right, boys.

If you really wanted me to showcase

my moves, you could've just asked.

And now for my best move.

Here goes, take this.

They escaped.

Come on. After them.

Hey. Someone's hiding over there.

Back me up, guys.

Take that.

Retreat. It's a trap.

Who stepped on me?

You. Who the hell are you?

I am your father, Guru.

- My father is dead.

- No, I'm not.

If you really are my father, then where

have you been all these years?

I needed you.

- I couldn't come back to you, son.

- Shut up.

If I had, it only would have put you

in danger.

Cause you m*rder*d Silverwing, right?

I swear, I didn't.

It was Fluttercaw.

He framed me.

But how?

Let me explain.

I have an idea.

Let's go.

Chickens can fly. They just need help.

Wait, why are we floating?

- Not this again.

- Something triggered the red rocks.

Listen. This is a good thing.

Think, we just leveled the b*ttlefield.

That's right. We can fly now, too.

All Eagle Scouts, cease your attack.

I repeat. Stop attacking the chickens.

This is goodbye, nephew.

Son...

Goldbeak.

Goldbeak. Goldbeak.

Guy.

Just what are you doing?

You're finished, you murderous tyrant.

Why did you m*rder my parents?

I did it because it had to be done

for the greater good.

For progress, for every

bird in Avian City.

Your father...

was too cautious and indecisive

to give our city the

leadership it needed.

He obsessed over unintended

consequences

and random points of view.

We're talking about lesser beings here.

What do they need equality for?

He knew about the energy

the red rocks held for years,

but he refused to mine them.

Because of his pity for creatures

that were beneath him.

My fool of a brother was standing in

the way of everything I'd ever wanted.

You.

And you.

Did I ever do anything to hurt you?

Think of all the opportunities

I've given you.

You boys could have had everything.

The entirety of Avian City

could have been yours to

split after I died.

I'd set up such a bright

future for you both.

You were my legacy, my hope.

Silverwing, I loved you so much.

That's why I had to...

I had to.

I've since learned,

the real reason my dad was called

the world's greatest flier...

wasn't just due to his amazing skill.

It was because he used it

to save weaker birds from disasters.

Through his deeds,

he taught me about the

true nature of flight.

There's power and freedom

to the gift of soaring in the sky.

And a responsibility

to use that power wisely.

Ratchet...

I'm so proud of you.

Oh, darling.

Come here.

Goodness.