All language subtitles for debunkers inc Eng

(dramatic music)

- Are you focused?

- Yes.

- This is
just a simple test,

but it will show me
how much you know.

Now, I'm only doing
this for your mother.

I don't normally change
my students' final grades.

All right, now you come and
demonstrate the test for me.

(dramatic music)

- And if I do it
right this time,

you'll actually pass me?

- Yes, that's right.

(potion bubbling)

- Did I
do it ri- (coughing)

(dramatic music)

(potion bubbling)
(wind whistling)

- Debunkers!

Kiai!

- Duty.
- Honor.

- Courage.
- Cash flow.

(upbeat music)

- A company you can trust.

- We serve justice to those
people in the United States.

(shouts)

(upbeats music)

(speaks in foreign language)

(metallic whooshing)

(alarm blaring)

- Call now for a
special edition mug.

So...

Amazing, right?

- I-I really liked it.

- Vlod.

- Here we go.

- They typeface doesn't
match our brand message.

Plus there's not enough fear.

It needs... more fear.

- Doc?

- I could tell that there was
a lot of heart and sincerity.

- But...

- But don't you
think that, maybe,

people will be, I don't know,

a little let down if
they actually hire us.

- Why would you say that?

- Uh, well...

- Because we have solved a
grand total of three mysteries.

Two of which were for Doc's mom.

- She says thanks, by the way.

- Don't write off
last semester's

case of the ringing lockers.

(whooshing)

- We are still school heroes.

- More like the
school's most wanted.

- Okay, maybe, it was
borderline snitching.

- Well, Link, I think
you're missing the point.

- No, Snake, you're
missing the point.

(hits desk)
(inhales sharply)

Smoke and mirrors, fellas.

Smoke and mirrors.

We can't be focusing
on where we're at now.

We have to imagine
where we're gonna be

at the pinnacle of our success,

and then project
that to the world.

Now, in the secret--

- The law of attraction--

- Is the key to success.

I can feel it.

We are attracting something big,

something important.

And just in time for
a big day tomorrow.

Senior year.

The beginning of the
rest of our lives.

All right, Snake, what's
next on the agenda?

- The omnipotent
clipboard reveals.

Intern?

- We don't have an intern.

- Yes, we do.

Guys, I wanna
introduce you to Lexy.

Lexy, you can come in now.

(door creaks)
(heavenly music)

- How long has she
been standing there?

- Guys, Lexy's gonna
be our new intern.

- Doc, can I, uh, can I talk
to you for just a second?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, right over here.

- Okay.

(mischievous music)

- How old are you?

- Seventeen.

(sighs)

(sniffing)

- Do you smell that?

- No.

- It's the smell of lies.

(mischievous music)

- You're the smell of lies.

- Hah. Touche.

(speaking in foreign language)

(mysterious music)

(sighs)

Outta mana.

(pendant whooshes)

(sighs)

you may be immune
to my mind control.

So you must be well trained.

No matter.

Mark my words, I will
break you, break you.

- Doc.
- Mm-hm.

- You gotta reel in your
expectations a bit here.

Okay?

Look, I love the tenacity
of wanting an intern.

But these kinds of surprises,

they throw a real wrench
in our longterm vision.

You see, there's a
chain of command here.

And if that chain is broken,

well, this whole company's
destined for bankruptcy.

And remember, my name
is Link for a reason.

- I-I know.

- Okay, so you-you have to ask

me about these
things beforehand.

- Okay.

- Before board meetings.

- I know.

- So we're cool?

- Yeah.

It's just that my mom--
- You just want

what's best for the company.

I know, okay.

We all do.

- No, it's that my mom told me

I need to include her in, uh...

- Why don't you tell us a
little bit about yourself, Lex.

- Oh, well, Lexy's from Canada,

and she's here on
an exchange program,

and my parents are gonna be her

host family for the
next six months.

- Wow.

You know what?

That is great.

I think diversity in
the workplace is really,

really positive.

- Uh, Lexy, go
introduce yourself.

- Uh...
- Yeah.

- Okay.
- Come on.

(bass jazz music)

- Um...

Hi.

My name is Lexy Baker.

I'm from Halifax.

It's a small town in Canada
where nothing really happens.

This is my first
time in America.

And I'm really
excited to be here

working with you... at...

Debunkers LLC--

- Limited Liability Company.

Nice, Lexy.

We're happy to have you.

I'm Link, founder and CEO.

Dr. Mario, here,
is our co-founder

and chief investigative officer.

And this fine specimen is Snake.

Snake is our VP of Special
Clandestine Maneuvers,

as well as the secretary.

We hired Snake just a year ago,

and he's already a senior VP.

See, Lexy, there's a lot of room

to move up the ladder
and succeed here,

because we believe
in upward mobility.

The American dream is
alive and well, Lexy.

You're lookin' at it.

(jazz music)

But you're just an
intern, and you'll be

treated like garbage
from this point forth.

Now don't think
we're gonna give you

any kind of special
treatment or anything

because you're a girl, okay.

We all started at the bottom.

It's just part of the
ethics of business.

Now before you get settled in,

make sure you read
our workplace rights.

- Why do
we still have that?

- Did you really just
ask that question, Snake?

I don't know.

Maybe because it's the law.

- Your mom's the law.

- So, Lexy can stay?

- Lexy can stay.

But first, she must
answer the question.

- You don't really think
she knows the answer to...

the question, do you?

- Let's hope she does.

Otherwise, she's out.

(suspenseful music)

Lexy...

Who's your favorite
Smash character?

- Um...

Mm...

Sheik

(sigh of relief)

- She's in.

As a true Debunker, your
identity can never be revealed.

Lexy is dead. Sheik rises.

Now... to close off
our last official

board meeting of the summer,

we have our most important
item on the agenda.

- What is that?

- Sheik, do you
know what this is?

- A sign.
- No. Wrong.

Not a sign, a billboard.

Do you know what
we need to acquire

ourselves a billboard, Sheik?

- Paint.
- Money.

We need an operating
income to get this bad boy

so we can finally make
ourselves visible to the world.

We have to create an
expectation of professionalism.

Our mission is two simple words.

The truth.

What does truth mean?

(sighs)

Visibility.
- Visibility.

- Thank you, Snake.

Once we finally have
enough money for this,

we'll be legit.

- Well, I thought that's
what the commercial was for.

- The commercial
was the beginning

of our marketing campaign.

- Link, I-I think
it's great, really.

But don't you think
that maybe we should

spend some time
on getting clients

or getting better
at solving mysteries

before we spend all this
money on a marketing campaign?

- I'm with Doc on this one.

The billboard's a bit excessive,

although it is quite cool.

- Now. (snaps fingers)

See, now you're
gettin' it, Snake.

- Doc, I know it's
hard to understand

when you don't have
a-a CEO mind like me.

But being a business, it's
not just about doing business.

No, it's about looks.

Being cool matters.

Which is why tomorrow, when we
all walk through those gates,

every move we make matters.

We must get our name
on the lips of every

student, faculty, and staff
member at that school.

'Cause then, and only
then, we'll be cool.

And once we're cool,
we'll be successful,

and once we're successful,
(inhales sharply)

do you know what we'll get?

- Friends?

- Power.

- Dual citizenship?

- Money.

Lots of money.

- And what about... the females?

- We don't have room
for wishful thinking

in this institution, Snake.

You, of all people,
should know that.

But I'm not saying
it's impossible.

- Sam.

(somber music)

- Uh... kay, guys,
meeting adjourned.

See you bright and
early tomorrow.

We got a big day.

(somber music)

(gunfire on TV)

(muffled speech on TV)

Here you go, Dad.

- Thanks, Sammy.

How was your meeting?

- It was really good.

We're growing pretty quickly.

(somber music)

(muffled speech on TV)

Love you, Dad.

(somber music)

- Love you too, buddy.

(somber music)
(muffled speech on TV)

- I'm sorry, I-I...

- It's okay.

Make sure you have everything
ready for tomorrow.

Big day, buddy.

(muffled speech on TV)

- Did he go to any interviews?

(mysterious music)

(students chattering)

(student laughs)

Oh, here.

I made some flyers last night.

We should put up 10
by the end of the day.

- Do you really think putting
up posters is gonna work?

- Yes, I do.

Do you have a better idea?

- It just seems like if
you're a covert detective--

- Ey-ey, um...

Don't forget you're
still just the intern.

Okay?

Now had me some tacks.

- I don't have tacks.

- You're the intern, and
you don't have tacks?

Are you serious?
- Here.

(Snake sniffs)

What?

- Did you forget
to wear deodorant?

- Oh, shoot!

- Oh.
- Really, Doc.

- You cannot be standing

next to me.
- I'm such an idiot!

- I have some.

(sighs)

- You have deodorant
and not tacks?

- Perfect.

- Remarkable.

Quick, put it on.

- Do not take your shirt off.

- Keep your shirt on!

- I have to take my shirt off,

otherwise it'll stain it.

- Eight, 29, 16, 1300 hours.

- Hurry!

- This is the worst
moment of my life.

- Guys, six o'clock.

- Hey, boys.

What's up?

- Hey.

- Hi.

My shirt was off,
but now it's...

It's on.

- Ooh, and a, uh, lady.

What are you doin' hangin'
out with these fellas?

(metallic whooshing)

(digital beeping)

- Sh-she's our friend.
- Intern.

Same thing.

- Well, I dig the shirts, dudes.

- Oh, um, our marketing
team designed these.

If you guys would
like to buy one,

they're available on Am--
- Cool.

What are the flyers for?

(paper rustles)

- Excuse me.

- Debunkers LL--

- Limited Liability Company.

- Excuse me?

- Our company.

It's a pass through tax entity.

- Company?

Wow.

You guys actually own a company?

- Yes, we do.

We filed in the state of
Delaware last January.

- What kind of company?

- We're a partnership,
but taxed as an S corp.

- What, y-you're a what?

- We solve mysteries
and shed rays of light

over dark shadows of
illusion and fabricacion.

- Yep. (clicks tongue)

- Good job.

- Well... (chuckles)

That sounds interesting.

I'm Russell.

Uh, this here's Clark.
- Hi.

- Um, I don't own
a company, but my,

my dad does, so...

- You guys must be seniors.

- Yeah, we are.
- Yes, yes, we are.

- Yeah, we are too.

(laughs nervously)

all of us.

- Well, good luck with
the business, boys.

And, uh, let us know
how we can help.

All right?

We'll be around.

- Yeah, great.
- Thank you so much.

- Yeah, no problem.

Let's get outta here.

- Okay.

Bye.

Oh god, they were really nice.

- You just had to
take your shirt off.

- Well, excuse me,
Mr. Fabrication--

- Hey, hey, both of you--

- You're (mutters)!

- Whoa, whoa.

Dude, just let me--

(shouting over each other)

(ominous music)

- Commercial sign, no allowed.

(ominous music)

(bell rings)

I find another...
you get detention.

(ominous music)

(bell rings)

(students chattering)

(students laughing)

- Traitor.

And to think, I took her in.

- Come on, guys.

We should be happy for her.

She's making friends
in a new country.

- And losing others.

- Don't say that.

- Look at us.

No leads, no friends.

And to top it all off,

our intern is the worst
wingman in history.

(sighs)

Guys, this is embarrassing.

- I despise this level.

- What level?

- You wouldn't understand.

- No way.

(sighs)

- Impossible.

- See, I told you she's loyal.

- All right, let
me do the talking.

(upbeat music)

(shouts)

(laughs)

- Oh!

(inhales sharply)

Sorry 'bout that, boys.

Uh...

It's all right, hey,
you probably got book
insurance, right?

Right?
(chuckles)

- No.

Because that's not a real thing.

We do, however, have a great
team of prosecuting attorneys.

- And fists.

- Don't think
that'll be necessary,

but it's nice runnin'
into you boys again.

(chuckles)

Goin' deep, deep ball.

- Yeah, hey.
- Found it.

Run the wide, run the wide!

(guys chattering)

(laughs excitedly)

- Sorry, guys.

Um, I tried to get them to
talk to you, but I failed.

- Yeah, ya did.

- It was a valiant
effort, Sheik.

- It was too good to be true.

(mysterious music)

- Excuse me?

Are you guys the Debunkers?

- Hi, I'm, uh, Link!
- Hi, I'm Dr. Mario.

- CEO of Debunkers LLC.
- Vice President of

Clandestine Maneuvers.

- H-how can we help you?

- You're detectives?

- You guys solve
mysteries, right?

- Yeah, we're the
best in our field.

- We have a perfect record.

(speaking foreign language)

- Have you dealt
with curses before?

(mysterious music)

- What kind of curse?

- The ghost of a murdered girl.

(ominous music)

(projector whirs)

(Snake sniffs)

- Okay, go ahead,
at your own speed.

- Don't leave out
any of the details.

- Or smells.

- She was our friend.

We took Chemistry class
together this summer.

- School during the summer.

So, a summer school.

- Yes, summer school.

- Hm, continue.

- Well, one day we just
stopped hearing from her.

- We found out there
was an accident.

- She was killed.

(somber music)

- Do you think you can
describe for us the incident?

As much detail as possible.

(thunder crashes)

(somber music)

Got it.

What was her name?

(somber music)

- Nina, Nina Galanosa.
- Shh.

Don't say her name out loud.

- No need to fear.

(speaking foreign language)

Name taboos are quite common,
but pure myth nonetheless.

- You haven't
seen what we've seen.

- I know things.

- You mentioned a curse?

- Yes, where she died.

(somber music)

- Which was where?

- The Chemistry Lab.

- Classroom E12.

The accident happened in there.

- It wasn't an accident.
- We don't know that, Joyce.

We do know that they've kept
it locked up ever since.

So something serious
happened in there,

and things weren't adding up.

- So we went looking to
see what we could find.

- You mean you entered the room?

- Yes--

- And we, saw...

(mysterious music)

Okay, I don't know
what we're doing

'cause you're not
gonna believe us.

You're gonna think we're crazy.

- What? What?

What did you see?

It's okay.

You can tell us.

- You can trust us.

(dramatic music)

- We saw a ghost.

- And then we ran,
and it followed us

down the hallway screaming.

I can still hear it.

- It's okay, it's okay.

- They say you can
hear her crying

in the women's bathroom
if you listen hard enough.

- Women's bathroom, you say.

W-we should go
investigate immediately.

- Um, we're so sorry for how

much you both have been through.

Let us process this much,
and we'll get back to you.

- Yeah.

- Snake, what was that?

- Yeah, you were about
to scare them away.

- Excuse me for doing my job.

- It's our duty to take
ever lead, but s...

- What?

- He has an idea.

(mysterious music)

- They said the
entered the classroom.

- Yes, and...

- They said it was locked
since the incident.

- So how could they
have possibly gotten
in? (snaps fingers)

(snaps fingers)

(dramatic music)

(door creaks)

Excuse me, ladies!

We just have one more
question for you!

(breathing heavily)

- A little snafu in your logic.

- Heather.

How was your first day
of senior year, sweetie?

- Oh, hello, boys.

Uh, I'm your new
principal, Ms. Barkley.

And you are?

- Seniors.

- Well, I like the
matching shirts.

Well, enjoy your
first day, gentlemen.

And I will see you after
rehearsal, Heather.

- Bye, Ms. Barkley.

(ominous music)

- So, your mom's
the new principal.

- Yeah, I don't usually
like to tell anyone.

- So you got the keys
from her office, then?

- And heard about the accident.

- I went in her
office to go through

student records
after the accident.

- But if she ever found out,
we'd be in so much trouble.

- Can
you guys help us?

- Please help us.

Make us believe
we're not insane.

- Oh, you're not insane.

- Nay.

You're but pawns in a
cruel and unusual world.

- We will get
to the bottom of it.

- Yeah, and do a full inquiry.

- Uh, but ladies, I
do have to mention,

a job like this will cost you.

It'll involve a lot of
work, subcontracting,

insurance, top of
the line equipment.

- Will a thousand dollars work?

- We can make that work.

- Thank you, seriously.

- We should do a full
inquiry this afternoon.

Not a moment to waste.

- And I got everything I need.

(sniffing)

- What's that smell.

- The smell of truth.

- Emergency board
meeting commencing now.

Start time, 4:57 PM.
- I call dibs on Joyce.

(sprinkler sputtering)

It's okay, you can be jealous.

- You wish.

- You can't call dibs on a girl.

- She touched me first,
and we had a total

of three moments in
that conversation.

- Hey, guys.

We need to stay focused here.

Plus, clearly,
Joyce was into Snake

and Heather was into me.

- Well, okay.
- Copy that.

- Show me the proof--
- Can we just stay focused?

- You're so jealous.
- Hey.

A thousand dollars.

Guys, they're gonna
pay us a thousand

dollars to solve this mystery.

This is exactly what we needed.

- Seems too good to be true.

What if they're
just making it up.

- They were crying.

- So? You're point?

- Her point is they
weren't making it up.

There was genuine
fear in her eyes.

Plus, Heather's mom
is the principal.

That's a primary
reliable source.

- Yeah, did you
see the way she was

looking up at that classroom.

I mean, it was so
obvious, something is up.

- And we're gonna get
to the bottom of it.

Now, first thing's first.

Sheik, I need you to
make sure our business

checking account is open
and ready to intercept

the thousand dollar
payment when we receive it.

- Um... okay.

- We need to treat this
like every other job

and do our due diligence.

(sniffs)

Rats!

- What?

- Oh, I forgot to have
them sign a contract.

Idiot! What an idiot!

- Link, it's not the
end of the world.

- Or is it?

- The second I get home, I'll
do some background research.

- I'll go to the library
and conjure up a floor plan.

- Well, I'll see if
there's anymore witnesses.

- Okay, excellent.

- Hey, you're really gettin'
the hang of this, Sheik.

(sprinkler sputtering)

(jazzy music)

- I need an update.

- Um, I found a janitor that has

an eye witness report
of weird sounds,

and I recorded it on--
- Sheik, can you

pick us up some pizza?

- Um, I was gonna explain to--

- Immediately.

I'm quite hungry.

- Can I stay, because I--

- I am your boss.

That was an order.

- Um...

Okay, yeah.

- Left, right, left, right.
- I'm going.

- Keep the recei- (sighs)

- What was that?

- I'm hungry. (exhales deeply)

- Snake, you've gotta
get over it, man.

- Get over what?

- Having a girl around.

- I am more than
capable of dealing

with the likes of--
- Snake.

- Yes?

- Did you get the layouts?

(exhales sharply)

- Yes.

I have an entry point
and an award winning

break in strategy ready to go.

- Man, this place is a fortress.

- Private schools.

- All right, Doc.

What have you got for us?

- Hit the lights.

(mysterious music)

Okay, guys.

I'm pretty proud of this on.

We hit a goldmine,
and these girls

have no idea what they
got themselves into.

Look. Next slide.

(mysterious music)

According to the Hawkview blog,

six weeks ago, Nina Galanosa's

body was found in classroom E12.

Next slide.

The cause of the death was
never officially determined,

but reports range from heart
attack to allergic reactions.

And since the
event, next slide...

there have been rumors
of strange sounds

coming from the classroom

and mysterious anomalies
happening in the hallways.

"The ghost of Nina
Galanosa lives on."

says one student reporter.

- Sounds like an accident
and runaway rumor.

No motives.

- Sounds like it,
but check this out.

There are no records
of Nina Galanosa's body

in any city morgue, and
she never had a funeral.

- That still doesn't
make this a murder.

There's no suspect, uh--

- Just wait.

We haven't gotten
to the best part,

the summer school teacher.

Next slide.

(mysterious music)

Can you say quick promotion?

- Well,
there's your motive.

- It doesn't feel right.

- Look at what
Doc is telling us.

Two girls have
asked us to debunk

the mystery of a
cursed classroom,

and one of the girls'
mother could be

the prime suspect of
a potential murder.

(hisses)

- I must meditate.

- Guys!

Wait, look what we have
on our plates here.

This could be the
debunking of a century.

A thousand dollars.

- It's just an inquiry.

No harm in checking
it out, right?

- Does expulsion count as harm?

- Snake...

If you're out...

- Is my name not Solid Snake?

- All right.

I'll make the phone call.

(mysterious music)

Hello, Heather.

This is Link, CEO
of Debunkers LLC.

We've conferred
amongst each other

and we confidently
accept the job.

We're gonna send over an invoice

and a completed W-9.

No, Heather, once this
mystery is solved,

and it will be,

you can wire transfer the
money to our accountant,

Tiffany Chandler at
DebunkersLLC.com.

- We have an accountant?

- Fake email.

Nothing more than a figment
of Link's imagination.

(whispers)

(scoffs)

- So, Heather, how
does that sound?

No, Heather.

Thank you.

(dramatic music)

(whooshing)

(Velcro tearing)

(laces whipping)

(crashing)

(exhales deeply)

- Good, lift.

(dramatic music)

(crickets chirping)

- Ey, Sammy.

(clears throat)

Where you goin'?

- Um, me and the guys
have got ourselves

a mystery to solve, Dad.

A big one.

- Pick me up somethin' on
your way home, will ya?

(somber music)

Champ?

- You can do it yourself.

- Sammy.

Sam.

(somber music)

(crickets chirping)

(bikes creaking)

(ominous music)

(wind whistling)

(jazz music)

- Phase one, completed.

- You're a natural, Sheik.

- Thanks, Doc.

- Yeah, not bad for a girl.

- Hey. Shh.

Enough.

What's next?

- They keep this place
sealed up tight at night.

Security will be patrolling,
CCTV cameras rolling,

motion detecting lights, and
a plethora of other obstacles.

But...

Here's my plan.

(thrilling music)

First, I pick the lock of
the Attendance building

and roll in unseen.

(thrilling music)

(lock clicks)

Cartwheel. Ha.

Old Glory, God bless America.

There will be a
security camera which...

I'll swiftly evade.

(thrilling music)

(grunts)

Then I'll engage
security guard one.

(grunts)

And eliminate quietly.

Sweet dreams.

(thrilling music)

(whooshing)

Then my friends
will join around me

as we walk in a
formation down a foyer.

(thrilling music)

- You hear that.

- Check it out.

- Why don't you go check it out?

(whistles)

(speaking foreign language)

- Link will plant the
noise distractions,

and I jump in with the hypnosis.

Reach into your cargo shorts.

Give me your keys.

Then find a corner of the
library and take a nap.

Thank you.

(hisses)

(thrilling music)

Then I'll be able to let
you guys in the east gate,

by the rose garden.

(keys jangle)

(thrilling music)

(lock clicks)

(shouts)

Then the rest is slip and slide.

(thrilling music)

Then we conduct our procedures,

examine the evidence,
crunch the numbers,

solve the case, receive
our award, and...

(paper rustles)

live happily ever after.

(dramatic music)

- Brilliant work, Snake.

Let's discuss a raise.

(crickets chirping)

- Oh no.

- What, Sheik?

- What's wrong.

- I, um, kinda messed up.

- You forgot to open up the
checking account, didn't you?

- Oh no.
- Link, it's fine.

We have to complete the mission.

- No, it's not fine.

If this account isn't set up,

this whole thing is for nothing.

- You're right.

This is all my fault.

I'm gonna make it right.

I'm gonna go now.

- W-wait, now?

- Yes, now.

I won't let you down again.

- Yeah.

Yeah, good.

Go find out where
our banker lives.

Put that envelope
at his front door

so he will see it
first thing tomorrow.

- Yes, boss.

Good luck, boys.

- Link?

Why don't you go--
- What are you do...

That's the smell of fear.

- You don't think
she's scared, do you?

- She's just an intern.

We expected too much
of her too soon.

- This is my fault.

- It's not your fault.

The table is set.

It's time to strike now.

- Snake's right.

Keep with the Debunker code.

Duty.

- Honor.

- Courage.

- Cashflow.

- On one.

(slurping)

(mysterious music)

(mumbling)

- Apply slight pressure,

insure pick at top of lock while

applying slight torque.

(mumbling)

Pick back and forth
in the key hole.

Repeat until all pins are--

- Psst, you need help?

- I got it!

Repeat until all pins...

(toothpick snaps)

Huh. Hm.

(door opens)
(muffled pop music)

(door creaks)

(crickets chirping)

(mysterious music)

(door creaks)

(door stopper clatters)

- Okay, guys.

It says here that if we continue

through the theater
shop to the stage,

all we have to do is
exit through the...

(gasps softly)

(distant thud)

Guys?

(creepy ambience)

Oh god.

Link.

Snake?

Oh god.

You guys better not be
pullin' a fast one on me.

I'll never forgive you for it.

(breathing heavily)

You guys know that I'm
not supposed to be--

(roaring)

(screams)

(sobbing)

I'm too young to die!

(sobbing)

(shouting)

(hisses)
(whimpering)

- Get a hold of yourself, man.

- I think I
had a heart attack.

- You're fine.

(sighs)

(groans)

It's time to get serious.

This is just the beginning.

(shudders)

- I think we just found
our way out to the stage.

- Stay away from the light.

(somber music)

- Did I
ever tell you guys

I always wanted to be an actor.

- No, you didn't.

And we don't care.

- The roaring of the crowd
after a funny monologue,

or gentle sniffles after
a moving soliloquies.

One day how I will
find you glory,

and I will have my hands
outstretched to embrace you.

- Hey, you.
- Shh.

- How did you get in here?

There's no students
allowed after--

- I have been
caught trespassing,

and I am breaking the rules.

Take me in, if you must.

But first let me ask you.

Do you persecute the determined?

It's always been my dream to

make the lead of
the school play.

Auditions are coming up and,

honestly, uh, I just wanted to

get ahead with a
little practice.

My father would
disown me if he knew.

That's why I can't practice
this at home, you see.

(somber music)

- I know exactly what you mean.

I always wanted to be a dancer.

But my father forbade me.

- We fight the same battle
in the war of passion.

- Now you listen, son.

Don't be like me.

Don't throw away your dreams.

Now, you stay here as
long as you'd like,

and you practice like
there's no tomorrow.

Because--

- There may not be a tomorrow.

(somber music)

- Break a leg, son.

(sighs)

(grunts)

(whistles)

- He's an actor.

(mysterious music)

(sighs)

- What were you thinking?

You almost blew
this entire mission.

- Yeah, but I didn't.

Did you see how I
handled that in there?

- You were lucky.

- No, I knew
what I was doing.

- That monologue.

Link, where did it come from?

I mean, look, we
know some things

have been going on at home,

but is there, maybe, anything--

- What Dr.
Mario is trying to say

is we're supposed to be a team.

What are we really
doing this for?

Huh?

You always lecture
us that we're this

company about the truth.

Well, as VP of
Clandestine Maneuvers,

I can tell you there
is something hidden
behind those eyes.

- Snake.

Maybe calm down a bit.

- I'm fine with getting
expelled from high school.

But if it happens, I
just wanna know why.

You don't really
believe in this mission.

Do you?

- How could you say that?

- Because you're not
being a true Debunker.

You're selling out for a
petty thousand dollars.

Off again, hunting down fortune

and glory over justice.

- Snake, that's enough.
(snake hisses)

- I am trying to keep
this company afloat.

- Hm.

- Tell me what really
happened then, huh?

Tell me, Snake.

Tell me what we've been reading,

and hearing, and
seeing, and then tell me

that there's nothing
mysterious about classroom E12.

- You're not being honest.

- Newsflash, neither is
the rest of the world.

- I think we should split up.

- Uh, I don't think

that's the best idea.
- You're right.

We should split up?

If we're caught together,
our alibi becomes weak.

The objective is to get to E12.

No matter what
happens, we meet there.

- I agree.

- Uh, well maybe, I could
split up with one of you guys.

- It'll be all right, Doc.

I believe in you.

You can do this.

(sighs)

(thrilling music)

(digital whirring)

(digital pinging)

(grunts)

- Dear diary,

location squandered.

My target lies two
clicks behind me,

but two bogies sit in the way,

and the path is treacherous.

I could turn around and
find another port of entry,

but is that who I am?

Someone who turns around.

Someone who turns around.

Ha.

You're right.

The answer lies within.

I must meditate.

(exhales sharply)

(moaning)

(mysterious music)
(crickets chirping)

- Rats.

Drug smugglers.

Late night deal, eh?

This is a major
decision moment, Link.

You can either move forward,

remain ignorant, and
complete the mission,

or make the world a better
safer place with less cons.

(mysterious music)

No.

(cellphone chiming)

(cellphone vibrating)

(scoffs)

Sheik, are you crazy?

You almost just blew
the whole mission.

- Sorry, um,
I thought you would've

silenced your cellphone
on an assignment.

- What's going on?

- I'm outside the
house, but there's a gate.

- So, climb over it.

- Seriously?

- Is this why you called me?

- So how's it all going?
- Oh my god.

Um, we just split up.

Things are going to plan.

We should be at building
E within the half hour.

- Okay, um,
sending good wishes.

Bye.

- Unbelievable.

(mysterious music)

- Oh god.

Why are you doing
this, Dr. Mario?

Why couldn't you just have done

a pet sitting job,
like Mom told you?

Oh god, it's dark in here.

Okay.

Go to your happy place.

Ignore your emotions.

(gasps)

Crap.

(ominous music)

Oh.

(ominous music)

(breathing heavily)

You can do this.

- So you really thought
you could get away with it.

Do you have any idea who I am?

Do you know the
pain that I could

cause you and your family?

I did it before, and
I can do it again.

(ominous music)

- Oh my god.

You were right.

She's a killer.

A cold blooded killer.

(ominous music)

(breathing heavily)

(mumbles)

Link, is a...

(whimpering)

(breathing heavily)

(suspenseful music)

Go on.

Open it.

(suspenseful music)

May I help you?

- Principal Barkley.

Oh, it's Monday.

Sorry, I forgot.
- Yes.

(chuckles)
- Carry on.

- Thank you. Good night.

- You know, if you've
ever wanted any help,

I will always--
- I will keep that in mind.

Thank you.

(thrilling music)

(head whooshes)

- You got any sixes?

- Go fish.

- You sure about that?

- No sixes.

(thrilling music)

(mumbling)

- Think.

What would the greats
be doing right now

if they were you?

What is your method?

(somber music)

Who even are you, Link?

Sherlock has his mind palace.

Spade has crass intelligence.

Colombo's got wits.

What will your legacy be?

(thrilling music)

(whimpers)

(box thumps)

- Phase one completed.

Initiating phase two.

(exhales sharply)

- Oh.

- And the three horns
are representative

of love, devotion,
and spirituality.

- Well my maiden last
name was Ignatovich.

- Oh.
- So they called me Iggy.

(laughs)
And I had a brother...

(thrilling music)

(grunts)

- No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no.

(thrilling music)

- Snake, Snake.
- Doc.

(breathing heavily)

- Ah, we all made it.

- You guys.

You won't believe what I saw.

- Breath, Doc, breath.

(gasping)

- I did it before,
and I can do it again!

(gasping)

- Oh, good heavens.

She's a monster.

A blood sucking monster.

My apologies, Link.

You were right.

There seems to be some
truth to this, after all,

this whole ordeal.

I was wrong.

(shudders)

(ominous music)

- No, no one is right or wrong.

This just means we
can't give up now.

Time is of the essence.

The sooner we can
solve this mystery,

the sooner we can
find the proof to put

that evil woman behind bars

so she can no longer
do the world harm.

It was first class
detective work, Dr. Mario.

- Thanks.

- And now, the final level.

(dramatic music)

(alarm blaring)

What the hell is that?

- Shoot, that's my alarm.

It's been four hours.

We need to take a lunch.

- A lunch?

- Yeah, union rules?

- Yeah, we can only work
four hours at a time,

and we have to take a 30
minute lunch break in between.

Didn't you read the--
- Listen to yourselves.

We are in the middle of
solving a crazed mystery yet.

- Not to mention
breaking and entering.

- We are not about to
take a 30 minute break!

- Now, you guys just
don't understand

what it takes to run a company.

- I give up.

- Snake, Snake.

- You can sit and take
your 30 minute break.

I'm gonna go debunk a
curse and solve a murder.

Come on, Doc.

- Wait, wait a minute, guys.

I-I think I have a
solution to this.

Let me find it.

(gasps softly)

Here.

It says here workers
may voluntarily

waive the right to a lunch,

if by their own freewill.

- Let me see that.
- You guys.

You can't be serious.

- Well, it's legit.

Dr. Mario's right.

Well, let me hear it then, Doc.

Do you waive your right
to your lunch break?

- I hereby happily
waive my right.

- Seriously?

- Just say it.

- Yes! I waive my right!

- Great, we can continue.

- Has he always been like this?

- Been like what?

(inhales sharply)

(exhales sharply)

Positivity.

Positivity.

I am a volcano in a calm body.

(mysterious music)

- Stop. Look.

(gasps softly)

(Snake hisses)

(sucking)

- Blood.

Old blood.

- You sure?

- I know blood when I taste it.

- Why?

Everything from here
is a potential clue.

Keep your wits about you.

Forward.

(ominous music)

- Hold that up?

- Now we're talkin'.

(ominous music)

- N. G.

- Nina Galanosa.

- Do you think we're
really equipped for this.

I mean, guys, don't we
think we're a little bit

out of our league here?
- We're in the jungle.

(speaking a foreign language)

The only way out is through.

- Or we could just go
back out the way we came.

- Not the time to wimp out, Doc.

- I'm not a wimp.

I'm not a wimp.

(mysterious music)

- The stairwell's
straight up ahead.

(ominous music)

(owl hooting)
(crickets chirping)

- Oh-oh god.

- Oh, Doc.

- It wasn't me.

- I've smelled
this stench before.

I just can't remember where.

- Oh my god.
- We must be getting closer.

- E12 is just on the other
side of this building.

(sniffs)

(mysterious music)

- Wait a minute.

Something's not right.

The blood, the
writing, the smell.

- What do you mean?

It all makes perfect sense.

These are the most obvious
clues I've ever seen.

(chuckles softly)

Okay, I see your point.

(light buzzes)

You guys see that?

(light buzzing)
(suspenseful music)

(exhales deeply)

(loud cackling)
(shouting)

- What the hell is that!

(shouting)

- Whatever it is,
don't let see us!

- Guys! It's coming
from the intercom!

Keep moving!

(screaming)
(shouting)

- That's what you are!

Reveal thyself!

(laughs maniacally)

I live for this!

- Snake, what are you doing?

You're gonna get us killed!

- It's evil, Doc.

That's fear, real fear !

(laughing maniacally)

- Go, go, go!

(distant cackling)

Guys, the classroom.

- Home run! Huzzah!

- Oh god!

(whimpering)

(shouts)
(screams)

(laughing)

- Oh my god.

It's even better than I
could've possibly imagined.

Oh, man,
he peed himself.

- He peed himself?

- Oh, that is--
- He peed himself.

Get the...
(mumbling)

(laughing)
- Sorry, guys.

- I bet you worms think
you're real funny.

- No, but you do.

Reveal thyself, spirit.

- I should've known.

- You did. We all did.

(groans)

- I don't understand.

(girls laughing)

- The girls?
- Mm-hm.

(laughing)

- The girls were lies.

- Gotcha.

- You mean you
guys, like, actually

all believed us the whole time?

- So you guys did all this?

You set all of this up just...

just to mock us.

- Just to mock you?
- No.

- Oh no. This was revenge.

You don't know what I'm
talkin' about, do you?

- They don't even know.
- No.

- Last year, you
three twerps ruined

what would've been the
greatest senior prank

this school has ever seen.

(cellphones chiming)
(students laughing)

Do you have any idea
the organization

it took me to get
every single senior

to set their alarm to 12:01
and leave it in their lockers?

You told the principal.

And once he found out
it was me and Clark,

we were suspended.

And now we're
repeating senior year.

I mean, hell, I'm
gonna throw another

20 TDs to this guys this season.

- That's my boy. (giggles)

- But you just provided
us with, easily,

a years worth of entertainment.

I mean, I mean, the shirts?

- The flyers.

(laughing)

- The flyers, the company?

Thank you.
(sighs)

That was a real gift for us.

- Yeah, yeah, Christmas can't

even beat this.
- Yeah.

- Or New Years.

And I love me some New Years.
- We love New Years.

- Nor.
- We do.

- Huh?

- That would be nor New
Years, you delinquent.

- Oh, look who decided to
be a smart little teenager.

(screaming)

- Okay.
- It's not worth it, Snake.

- Oh.

- You should listen to your

friends, Snake.
- Almost scary.

(hisses)
- Okay, guys, that's enough.

They get it.

- I trusted you.

- Oh-ho.
(laughing)

Oh my god.
- Trusted.

- No, no, no.

No, check this out.

Little pee-pee pants
got a crush on my girl.

Ooh.
(chuckling)

Guess what?

The real fun starts tomorrow.

When we show the whole school
who Debunkers Co really is.

- It's Debunkers LLC.
- Okay.

- No one knows what--
- What does it even

stand for?
- that means.

- All right!

- Doesn't make any sense.

- You guys wanna ruin our
lives at this high school?

- Yeah, we do.
- Yeah.

- I think we just did.
- We really do.

- Fine!

Okay, we accept our fate.

Now can I at least
ask some questions?

- Ooh, he wants to
know how we did it.

- We already know
how you did it.

- Obviously, you got
the keys to the school

from Heather's mom and
got in without a problem.

- That's right.

- That was us.
- One of you

did the invisible ink, and
then you probably recorded

sounds and played them over
(howling)

the intercom speaker, which
you would've had access to

via the principal's room.
(growling)

Simple fog machine under the
classroom door, and uh...

- Hydrolated ammonium sulfate.

- Ooh.
- Uh.

- A fart bomb.
- Oh, all right.

- For the smell of death.

I knew I'd smelt that before.

- Great job, Einstein.
(muttering)

- And the writing on the walls.

Recently graffitied, still wet.

- Childish.

- Yeah, sorta like peeing

your pants.
- Peeing your pants?

- I still don't understand.

I saw Principal
Barkley in her office

with someone else,

and she was in
the middle of ta--

- Ugh.
- Boredom.

Just then.
- Falling asleep.

- Me too.

(laughing)
- Let's go to Sylvia's party.

- Let's do it.
- Yeah.

- Get home safe, Sherlocks.

We did a debunking.
- Bye.

- But what about the blood?

(mysterious music)

(groans)
(sighs)

- What blood?

- The blood at the entrance
of the building door.

(mysterious music)

- Uh, okay, guys.

I think that your
imaginations are running

a little too wild.

- So the blood
wasn't your doing?

- What blood?

(loud thud)
(gasps)

- Whoa.

- Whoa.

- Guys, that's enough.

They get it, okay?

- No, no, no, babe.

This isn't us.

- Do you see that?

(ominous music)

- Hey.

- Hey, pal.

Show your face.

You're not scaring anybody.

What the...

(ominous music)

Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa!
(screaming)

- Remember, guys, it's not real.

(cackling)

Okay! (mumbles)

(cackling)

- Somebody's gotta
be messing with us.

- Okay, that was like a real,

that was a real skeleton!

- Th-that, that Nina Galanosa,

did she really die?

- I don't know.

This wasn't supposed to be real.

- Well, look who
decided to be smart.

- Well, you saw it too, man.

What am I supposed to think.

- You boys know what to do.

Stay to the course.

- What is he...
- We've been through

this before.
- What are you saying,

you little nerd!
- Hey!

- You know the chain of com--

- What's going on!

- Hey, guys, stop it!
(shouting over each other)

(mysterious music)

- Taken
three weeks ago.

Now I will take three of you.

Who will it be?

Who will it be?

(shrieking)

(screaming)
(creepy ambience)

- Screw this!

- Look out!
- I'm outta here!

(shouting)
(creepy ambience)

- Whom will it be?

- Take us!

Take us, and let Joyce
and Heather leave!

- Go, girls.

Go now, and tell everyone
what happened here today.

(dramatic music)

(sighs)

- Thanks, Doc.

(dramatic music)

- Bring it on!

(mysterious music)

- Any ideas?

- Um... my time.

Utility closet! Go!

(thrilling music)

- Let's clog that ghost up!

Let me at it, I'm ready!

- It's not real.

Okay, it can't be.

Remember guys, there was
always an explanation.

Think now.

We know they didn't plant
the articles online,

but we all read them.

We saw Barkley in
her room, but uh...

- But nothing.

We know it was
Principal Barkley.

Heather was just trying to
get us back for Russell,

when really she was exploiting
her mother's crimes.

(sighs)

(suspenseful music)

- It wasn't Barkley.

- What do you know?

- After we split up, I
saw Barkley and Anderson

just walking casually
down the quad.

We just must've
misread something.

- You knew, and
you didn't tell us?

Even after we were humiliated.

- Look, we needed to
continue the mission.

- When this job is finished
and this mystery is debunked,

I'm gonna take my cut of the
thousand dollars, and I'm out.

- No, Snake.

- I can't be
working with someone

who doesn't understand
what it means to trust.

- Snake, you don't mean that.

He doesn't mean that.

Right?

That...

that-that he's not gonna
be a Dubunker anymore?

- He's right.

He shouldn't work with
someone he doesn't trust.

Neither should you, Doc.

My dad lost his job.

That's what's been
goin' on at home.

He got fired, and he's just been

lettin' himself slip
into oblivion ever since.

All he does all day
is drinks Diet Coke

and watches movies while he
withers away in his chair.

And the worst part is
that I help him do it.

I think I'm killin' him.

I will not end up like him.

All right?

I'm gonna make
something of myself

so I can support my
mom, so we don't have

to worry about all
this surviving crap.

Money is causing my dad to
want to not live anymore.

Stupid freakin' money.

Now that, to me, is a mystery

that I will never
be able to solve.

You wanna know the truth.

I need to solve this mystery,

no matter how thin.

I need this company to succeed.

I need you guys.

- That's the truth?

- The truth.

(somber music)

- Swear it?

(somber music)

(dramatic music)

What do we do now?

- I think...

Emergency board
meeting commencing now.

(dramatic music)

I think I might
just have a plan.

(dramatic music)

(screaming)

(metallic whooshing)

(dramatic music)

It worked.

(sighs)

You can come out
now, Dr. Saginov.

- Ah-ha!

(voice changer beeps)

- Well done.

Well done, boys.

- No more accent.

- Nope.

And that's our little secret.

- You've got some
explaining to do.

- What happened to Nina?

- I'll make a deal
with you, boys.

I'll tell you the why
if you tell me the how.

- Careful, Link, you could
be talkin' to a murderer.

- Okay, Saginov, we'll
play your little game.

But no one's leaving here
until you prove your innocence.

- Okay.

You first.

- Well...

It's like I always
tell the guys.

Smoke and mirrors.

With the right mixture of
fog, a well placed mirror,

and the school's
smart board projector,

you made yourself a nice
homemade apparition.

- Easy enough, and the rest?

- Principal Barkley,
she was the MacGuffin.

- When I saw her in her office,

I thought she was
punishing Mr. Anderson.

A ploy for power, I suspected,

just like her move
on Nina Galanosa.

- A simple mistake
about expectations.

You see, you wanted Principal
Barkley to be the suspect,

so you made up evidence
to prove that theory.

What made you change your mind?

- I saw Barkley and Anderson
walking down the quad together.

- Through meditation,
I retraced our steps

from the other day
and remembered.

- Well, enjoy your
first day, gentlemen.

And I will see you after
rehearsal, Heather.

- Show him the video, Doc.

(mysterious music)

- Scripts.

- Running a scene.

- Principal Barkley
wants to be an actress.

Mr. Anderson was probably just
helping her run her lines.

- Barkley is out.

- And once Russel and
his minions didn't
mention the blood,

we knew we were on to something.

And how did I know it was you?

- How did you know it was me?

- The blood, the real blood.

- I know real blood
when I taste it.

- It was from a dead pig.

I your science
class this morning,

I saw the pigs frozen for
period three dissection.

Oh, by the way, the uh,
skeleton was a nice touch.

Something every science teacher

has in their arsenal, no doubt.

But you wanna know
when I really knew?

Taken three years ago, I was.

It's a pretty odd way to
talk, don't you think.

- Strangely similar to our
little run in this morning.

- Commercial sign, no allowed.

- Very perceptive.

- And that still
leaves Nina Galanosa.

The poor girl who never
existed in the first place.

(suspenseful music)

- You passed.

(suspenseful music)

You can come in now.

(gentle music)

- Sheik!

- Actually, it's
Vicky, Vicky London.

- But you, (laughs nervously)

you, you're...

- Surprise.

- You're--
- Vicky is

one of our best field agents.

Something of a protege.

You know, she has
over 40 aliases?

I'm not even sure if Vicky
London is her real name.

- And you'll never know.

It's been a real pleasure
working with you boys.

You're an interesting
bunch, that's for sure.

But capable of great things.

- I knew you weren't normal.

I know somethin' was off.

No average girl is that
immune to my mind control.

- So, are you saying
I'm not an average girl.

(scoffs)

- Of course.

How could I have
been so clueless?

- Sheik.

She picked Sheik!

- Holy crap, she picked Sheik.

- Uh, I-I'm lost.

I-I still really
don't understand.

- Zelda.

Ocarina of time.

- Of course.

- You boys have some
vivid imaginations.

You probably had the
whole evil murder

worked out in your minds.

- That imagination
will get you far,

but it can also
be your weakness.

- Something you'll have
to work on as we continue.

- We?

- I think I'm starting
to understand.

- So that's why you
set all this up.

- So now I'll tell you the why.

(mysterious music)

We started small, but we've

been recruiting
across the country,

and we're growing rapidly.

We've been keeping an eye
on you boys for a while now.

Ever since we saw your
commercial online.

We only take the best
and the brightest.

(mysterious music)

So I sent Vicky in as a
foreign exchange student.

She got to know
your inner workings,

reported back to me periodically

to let me know that
you have what it takes.

- That day in the
hallway, I found out that

Russell and his gang wanted to

make a fool of you
guys for payback.

So I suggested the
story of Nina Galanosa.

A story that Dr.
Saginov and I invented.

If you boys weren't
so distracted

by your feminine interests,

you may have
suspected this much.

- She was my eyes and ears from
that point out for our test.

My real name is
Alfred Carmichael.

But the world knows
me as Igor Saginov.

I too am in the
clandestine field.

- He's being modest.

He runs the field.

- Alfred Carmichael?

Like the Alfred Carmichael,

who disappeared in
Chernobyl in 88?

(mysterious music)

- Raisin Corp?

- We can't be too
obvious, now can we?

I run an underground incubator,

an international cohort
of skilled detectives,

like Ms. London here,

who have dedicated their lives

to espionage and solving
mysteries, just like you.

This is the big leagues,

the assignments that help
keep the world safe at night.

- Did I die?

Did the ghost just
kill all of us?

- So you were scouting us?

- Yes, we both were.

At first, I would have
advised against you

advertising your
business so openly.

But I spoke with Ms. London,

and we both realized--

- It's the perfect cover.

- The double bluff.

- I would officially
like to make Debunkers

the invisible face
of mystery solving.

I could provide you
with startup capital,

some resources, and skilled

field agents that
will assist you.

Now, you'll have to
provide some reliable

alibies to your
families and keep up

the facade that your business is

unassuming and innocent,

and run by kids with
wild imaginations.

- How much startup
capital are we talking?

- Say... $10,000?

(chokes)

- Oh my god.

- So, do we have a deal?

- Take it.
- Yeah, yeah.

- We do, yeah.
- Take it.

Take the money.

Take the money.

- Oh, and by the way...

Let's make you guys legitimate.

Drop that LLC.

Let's make it Incorporated.

- Debunkers Incorporated.

- Well done, boys.

You passed.

- I can't believe I let
a spy into our office.

- Will you forgive me
for being deceptive?

- You're Sheik now.

You'll always be Sheik.

A true Debunker.

- So, will I see you at home?

- I told your
parents my father is

having surgery in Calgary.

A white lie.

Tell them thank
you again for me.

- So this is goodbye.

- No.

This is hello.

(mysterious music)

(door opens)

(door closes)

- What in the world?

- Got a plan for this one?

- Um... (clicks tongue) run.

(suspenseful music)
- Hey, hey, hey!

Hey, come on!

Stop right th-

I thought we bonded.

(somber music)

- Thank you.

- For what?

- For... inspiring me to...

get outta my chair.

(sighs)

(somber music)

Did you solve the mystery?

(chuckles softly)

- Yeah.

Yeah, I did.

(birds chirping)

(video game music)

(gunfire in game)

- $10,000 has been
deposited, and we are

officially a C corp in
the state of California,

and what are these?

- Night vision.

- Snake, you can't just spend
the money however you want.

We've already made
expense reports,

and this is not on it.

(knocking on door)

(mysterious music)

(birds chirping)

(digital humming)

(device beeping)

(suspenseful music)

(somber music)