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(mysterious dramatic theme music)
(birds twitter)
- Everything for the Tower.
Nothing against the Tower.
I am your brain.
What I wish must be your wish.
The Tower looks after you.
The Tower loves you.
Don't worry. Be happy.
- You idiot.
- (chuckles) Is that any way to speak to your supreme ruler?
- How could you let him get away?
- And what did you do about it Medea?
You disappeared for weeks.
- This is serious Macro.
We have to stop him.
Where did Jay go?
- Don't know, He said he was going to The Lighthouse, okay?
- With Brad?
- Who cares? We don't need them.
- Well, you're going to need something if he gets there.
That's where the Vest of Power comes from.
- (sighs) Medea darling, we already have the Vest of Power.
- Macro, darling.
That's why I'm scared.
I've been in Jays world.
I know why he's the Wrecker.
Macro we have to stop him.
- Oh, all right. (sighs)
Book me CTV time today.
And order all Monitors to begin Operation Total Recall.
(dramatic music) (feet stamping)
- How long you gonna stick around here anyway?
- What's your hurry Flash?
It's not like you have a club to go back to.
- It's not me. It's Jay.
- When we left the Tower,
he was in a real big hurry to get to The Lighthouse.
- Maybe he needs a rest.
- What he needs is an alarm clock.
- Okay I'll talk to him.
- Yak, yak, yak.
Don't you ever get tired of talk?
We got to get him out of here.
(kids shouting) (music blares)
- Hey there Flash.
11:30. Gosh.
I'm gonna set my clock by you.
How are you? - Hungry.
(Lila laughs)
- Hey, kid. (mysterious music)
Perfect timing.
My excellent pepperoni pizza, with special sauce
is coming right up, dig in.
(mysterious music)
- I don't get it Max.
A few weeks ago, I was sure he was waking up and now,
he's gone on hold again.
- Progress in cases like this, Val,
isn't always a straight line.
- Well I don't know how much more of it I can take.
The longer Jay stays in a coma,
the less likely he is to ever wake up.
- You have to have faith.
- I have to make some decisions.
About him.
About me.
If Jay is never coming back,
I'd rather you told me right now.
- I wish it were that simple.
The mind can be a pretty mysterious engine.
- Oh don't give me that mind miracle stuff,
I need answers.
- [Donna] You see Jay, If you don't move, I'm gonna win.
- I'm not a kid like Donna.
I cannot go on pretending that everything is okay with him.
(pop music blaring)
- Anyone for seconds?
Flash?
Good eh?
- It's okay, but we got a problem.
- Not cheesy enough?
- No.
Sit down.
I didn't come all this way to watch you be a waiter.
When are we going to get out of here?
- Where are we going?
- You know, to The Lighthouse.
- That's what you said when we left the Tower.
- I can't go now.
- Why not? - Jay. Pizza.
- I'll be right there.
I thought you said you want to be part of a family.
- Yeah, a real family.
The way you told us, with big people and little people.
- You know you could be the big person in our family.
- These kids need me.
They need us all.
- Yeah, but what do you need, Jay?
- You used to have a mission, now you have a special sauce?
(dramatic music)
- Hey what's going on here?
- What seems to be the problem?
- You know the rules. TV's gotta be on all the time.
- I'm sorry, it's broken.
- Why didn't you tell the Tower?
- Um.
- You guys want pizza? On the house.
- Hey, get lost. Get out of here.
Let's go, move.
Hurry up.
(50s rock 'n roll music plays in background)
(plate clunks)
- I guess we could fix the TV.
- Don't think this gets you off the hook.
- Call it a taste test
- I ought to give those Monitors a taste.
- Relax take a pill.
We're so far from the Tower,
Monitors out here don't even get birthday cards.
(sparks crack and fizz)
(TV hisses) (dramatic music)
- [Macro] This kid is hugely important to the Tower.
He knows all kinds of stuff and isn't telling.
It's important to all of us.
If you've seen this kid,
report them immediately to the nearest Monitor,
or put a note the anonymous tip box,
and we'll take it from there.
- You can't be serious, Val.
It's a nursing home.
- It's not easy for me, but I don't feel I have any choice.
(Knight clacks) - Knight to Bishop six.
Is that what you think Jay?
Well, I think of it as a strategic permutation.
Queen to Knight three.
I don't think that's gonna help.
- I know Driftwood isn't cheap Val.
But if you put him in a chronic care facility,
aren't you just writing him off?
- Do you think I haven't asked myself that?
But he's not making any progress.
- He came so close,
I could feel him right there.
You saw it too.
If you take him away,
he'll never have a chance to try again.
Maybe Jay has to face the fact of his father's death
before he can come back.
- Macro said I could leave the Tower.
- Macro changes his mind, a lot.
(dramatic music)
(Flash yells)
(Monitor thuds) (kids grunt)
(Monitor thuds) (kids cheer)
(TV crackles and hisses)
(kids jubilant)
- There you go, personal room service.
(kick thuds)
- I'm okay here.
They're counting on me.
(dough thuds)
- Sounds to me like you're chicken.
- Of what?
- The one place you've got to go and you won't.
- The Lighthouse?
(pensive music)
- What if The Lighthouse turns out to be another zero,
like Brad?
I mean, we wandered all around forever to find the guy.
- Yeah, and he acted like he didn't even know you.
So what?
- So what if we go to The Lighthouse and my dad's not there?
- Then we keep looking.
- Aren't we better off knowing?
- But what if there's nothing that even points to him?
What if it's a dead end?
What do I do then?
Stay here forever?
- Maybe I have to face reality for both of us.
It's a good facility,
and I can afford it,
for the, for the rest of his life.
(pensive music continues)
When I see him like this, he's,
he's so comfortable and he's so peaceful, it's,
maybe he's trying to tell me that
this is how he wants to be?
Maybe I should listen to him?
They have an opening next week.
(mysterious theme music)
(phone rings)
- Hi, Mrs. Zed, Dr. Oswald.
- Hi Keith.
- You're not asking my advice then?
You've already made up you mind.
- I'll bring in the papers tomorrow,
so you can arrange for his transfer.
- Jay. You got to do something.
- That's what I've been telling him.
I've got to go home,
but he won't make his move.
- No joke.
Today. Now.
- You? Talking to him?
- Shut up.
This is real important. Okay?
If you're here, J-man, this is the time.
You have to.
(pieces clack)
(tense music)
- He wont make that move.
Okay just relax.
(bird caws)
(footsteps crunch)
- I don't want your pizza.
(rock music plays in background)
- Alpha?
(sticks clacking)
- What you got for me?
- I don't know, I never seen anything like it before.
Bet ya it's worth a lot.
(bag rustles)
- Hi. (bag rustles)
My name is Jay. Can I get you anything?
- Nothing, we're fine.
- These are really good, I made them myself, today.
- Look, fine, I'll share his.
- Hey!
- Look, you think we can have a bit of privacy?
- Sure.
- Hm.
- Where'd you get this?
(mysterious music)
- Don't you know anything? - Shut up!
- It comes from The Lighthouse.
- Buzz off.
Go bake a cookie.
(bag rustling)
(kids chatter)
- Who's that guy?
- It's one of the pirates.
They come through here every now and then,
and buy stuff off the kids.
- What kind of stuff?
- Weird stuff, that nobody else knows about.
- Like that tie he's wearing?
That's my dad's.
(mysterious music)
- Wait, wait, just let him, just let him.
Yes.
Where'd he get it from?
- The Lighthouse
I say we go for it.
- Yes.
Yes, come on.
(mysterious music intensifies)
You can do it, it's your move, come on.
(chess pieces clack)
- Queen to Knight eight. Interesting.
It's more than interesting, it's brilliant.
- What did he do?
- He just made an amazing move.
He beat me.
(mysterious music intensifies)
He's mate in one, I swear.
- I gotta tell his mother.
Mrs. Zed!
- [Lila] You can use the tower at the end of the road.
They say it belongs to the Pirates.
(lively dramatic music)
- Finger. Wait, don't go in.
- [Lila] Okay, when you get to the broken arch.
- [Monitor] Glad you could make it, Finger.
Pirate's have been in there a while.
- Relic deal?
- [Monitor] Going down now.
Where's backup?
- Forget the pirate, these kids are more important.
You ever seen 'em?
(birds caw)
- Nah.
The Tower don't tell us nothing out here.
- All right.
We'll take down the pirate and the relic seller.
Then we go after the outlaws.
You take the front door, I'll do the back.
(dramatic music continues)
(footsteps clatter)
- How are we gonna get past Monitors?
- I could take them.
- Uh-uh. Too risky.
(helmet clanks)
(tense dramatic music)
- Everyone, stay put.
- We've got to stop meeting like this.
(punch thuds) (Monitor groans)
(Monitor and Pirate scuffling)
- (grunts) Let me go, please.
- [Monitor] Finger, help.
- We'd better get out of here before they terminate us,
or ask us to dance.
(Monitor and Pirate struggling)
Lets' get out of here.
(dramatic music continues)
- Sit down back there!
Hey, you.
It's him!
It's one of them.
Forget him, everybody freeze!
(dramatic music continues)
Hey you.
Get back here.
- Wait you need this.
- Bye. - Bye.
(dramatic music intensifies)
(footsteps stomping)
- He beat me,
with his Queen.
It was brilliant.
- But he's beaten you before.
- Yeah but this time, it was different.
Donna didn't even see this move.
She wanted him to move the guy with the pointy head.
(Val sighs)
- If you only knew how much I want to believe you.
(Monitors yelling from dumpster)
(lid clanks)
- Come on.
(footsteps padding)
- This way.
(intense dramatic music)
(boots stomping)
That's it.
(dramatic music continues)
(hatch creaks)
(water dripping)
- Are you sure this is it?
- It's our only chance.
- But if we're wrong,
we'll be trapped in a hole like rabbits.
(dramatic music builds)
- Come on.
(hatch creaks and thuds)
(tense creepy music)
(tunnel echos)
- How long until we get to the sea?
- Flash.
None of us are even sure this tunnel would get us there.
- It'll get us there all right.
- How can you be sure?
- I don't know how I know.
Sometimes Alpha, you just have to trust your instincts.
Wait here.
(Jay's steps bang and echo)
(fast dramatic music)
(hatch creaks)
- (coughs) Come on.
I know they're in there.
- We're not going in there.
- What, you chicken?
- We better tell The Tower.
- You got a light? - Where does it go?
- (scoffs) Come on.
(tense music)
(unknown giggling and thudding)
(unknown banging and giggling continues)
- What did you get?
(bag thuds lightly)
(bag rustles)
(keys jingle)
- Okay boys take five.
We're here till the tide changes.
(chess pieces clunk)
(footsteps echo)
- Uh-oh. Pirates dead ahead.
- How are we going to get past them?
- We cant go back.
- All right, here's the plan.
(chess piece clunks)
- Ha-ha-ha-ha.
Whoa.
- Ha-ha-ha.
(tense music)
(Finger huffs and sighs)
- All right, you cowards.
We'll wait.
What goes in, has to come out.
(rock thuds)
- What's the matter? Are you afraid of the dark?
(tense music) (Monitors bustle)
Come on guys, I don't have all day.
Come on you chickens, what are you waiting for?
Bawk-bawk-bawk-bawk-bawk.
Come on!
(footsteps thudding heavily)
(scampering dramatic music)
(footsteps thudding)
- Pirates! - How'd they find us?
(Pirates and Monitors yelling)
- Where's Alpha?
- Come on guys, up here, come on.
Get up, come on.
(scampering tense music)
(door creaks)
(scampering tense music continues)
(paper tearing)
(Val sighs)
- (grunts) There it is.
(gulls cawing)
- Thanks Lila.
(hopeful inquisitive music)
(footsteps pad and shuffle)
(mysterious tense music)
(gulls cawing)
(dramatic theme music)
(bright fanfare)
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