Original subtitles

(eerie music)

- Check mate.

So Jay, what's it gonna be?

Watch cartoons or me teach you a new chess opening?

- Maybe after dinner, I'm doing something.

- Hey Ziegler, comin' to the fort today?

Oh...

I get it.

You two just wanna be alone!

- You're taking them the telescope after all.

- Just to show.

- Keith doesn't want you in his tree fort club,

he just wants your dad's telescope.

- My telescope.

- Oh brother, just don't expect me to save your butt!

(gentle upbeat music)

- Sorry, dad.

(slow drumming music)

- [Woman] Hi, going over to Donna's?

- Ravine.

- Be home by six and watch out for weirdos.

(eerie music)

- Halt, alien!

- State planet, species and objective!

- Settin' these on guns for liquefy.

- Call off your Cosmonauts, Haldane,

I brought the telescope.

Stay, Bentley.

It was my grandad's, he uses initials in the brass,

then it was my dads and when my dad died, I got it.

Hey, get your fingers off it!

- [Flash] Cut it out, man, lemme see it.

- [Jay] No!

- Come on, I'll give it back.

You wanna be in the club, don't you?

(eerie music continues)

Congratulations, you're one of us.

This can be our lookout telescope.

- Forget it, if my mom finds out I'm dead.

- Red alert!

Alien on the path.

It's Donna Archipenko.

Your first job, stop the intruder.

(dramatic music)

(boy laughs)

- Suck in!

Now get outta here!

Go play with your gimpy girlfriend!

Oh, and thanks for the telescope.

- Haldane, you scussy traitor!

Gimme me back my scope!

- Here.

(boys laugh)

(dramatic music)

(boys cheering)

Oh yeah!

- Do you mind?

All right.

They took it.

- Don't get mad.

Get even.

(dramatic music)

- She's still coming, we've gotta stop her!

Everyone down.

Where's Jay going?

Home to squeal?

(dramatic music continues)

- He said he was picking up your bike, you gave it to him.

- He knows if he touches it, it's pounded.

- Maybe.

Excuse me.

(Bentley barks)

- He's getting in to the fort!

(fast-paced dramatic music)

(Bentley barks)

(fast-paced dramatic music continues)

- I've got him!

(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

- Let's get outta here!

(Bentley barking)

- Jay?

Jay, you okay?

Jay?

Jay?

(heavy breathing)

- There is no sign of skull fracture, Mrs. Ziegler,

but there is displacement along the longdoid suture.

- What does that mean?

- Well I suspect it's a corporal injury to the brain stem.

- [PA] Doctor David, cellphone please.

- A CAT scan will tell us.

- [Boy] Brad needs you to open your hearts and pockets

in the spirit of giving.

(dramatic music)

Shut up kid, get outta here.

Brad says, me and this club are gonna be real busy

in the town of this month.

He's planning a sports day for you guys.

He's starting to put together a traveling circus,

but he needs a little of your best stuff to help him out.

Brad says, me and the other 15 year olds are gonna make

this whole city into the funnest place in the universe.

It's going to be great!

It's going to be non-stop games and fooling around.

(children cheering)

But, we've got to add more things,

your things.

Give us some batteries, rechargeable, AA, solar,

Game Boys, cartridges, skateboards, chocolate bars.

- That guy is not the real Brad.

- I don't care who he is, he's got my telescope.

- He wants to take care of us all.

(children cheering)

- Give us your chewing gum, boardgames, itching powder,

puzzles, pet cages, squirt guns, swimming masks,

cassette tapes, nothing useless.

Brad needs you to open your hearts and pockets

in the spirit of giving.

- I'm getting my scope back.

- Watch out, those guys are his friends.

- Ah thanks.

(suspenseful music)

Excuse me that's mine.

Shut up kid, get out of here.

(children cheering)

That's not the real Brad, don't give those guys anything.

- Get him!

(dramatic music)

- Who's this Brad guy?

- That kid wasn't Brad, he's just faking it to get stuff.

- Yeah, but why pretend to be Brad?

- Brad's 15.

He knows everything.

- Brad.

- Oh no.

- How come you have a tattoo?

- Don't look, it's ugly.

- I think it's neat.

- My best book fell out.

Space cat goes to Venus, I have to find it.

- Who are these people?

(dramatic music)

- Just tell me how he is.

- There's no inner cranial bleeding,

no edema pressing on the reticular formation.

- When will he wake up?

Hours, weeks?

- I'd feel more optimistic

if I knew what was keeping him under, sorry.

(frog croaking)

- I'd never thought you'd help.

- Change my mind.

(heart monitor beeping)

- [PA] Mrs. Ziegler you're wanted at reception.

- Donna, what on earth are you doing here?

Sorry for paging you.

Here.

Please let Jay know you have it now.

- I will.

- Is Jay okay?

- He's not very okay, Donna.

(heart monitor beeping)

- [Boy] Dunk him!

(dramatic music)

- Who invited you to our meeting, goof?

- [Children] Dunk him, dunk him, dunk him.

- None of this would've happened

if you hadn't have taken my telescope.

- [Children] Dunk him, dunk him, dunk him, dunk him.

- You've got a real fixation with this thing, don't ya kid?

- [Children] Dunk him, dunk him, dunk him,

dunk him, dunk him, dunk him.

- Let's bust it and see if there's anything inside.

- [Children] Bust it, bust it!

- Don't! Don't break it!

It's my father's and I have to get it home.

- Father?

Home?

- Yeah, it's supposed to stay in the house.

- What are you talking about?

- You know home, your address, parents.

They're like us only tall

with a driver's license and a checkbook.

You know, family?

They care about you,

they make sure you don't grow up to be a jerk.

Home.

(heart monitor beeping)

- Dunk him Flash!

- Shut up Pete.

- [Nurse] His cranial pressure is rising.

- I want Dexamethasone and Simethicone,

pressure goes over 30, we lose him.

- We got the other one, but she's a bookworm.

- You guys are pathetic.

(heart monitor beeping faster)

- So where is this home?

- All over the place, we all have one.

- Ratchet, cut him down.

We're not dunking him.

- What do you mean?

We've never spared anyone.

We've got a perfect record.

That kid gets dunked.

And if you don't pull the lever, you're going in with him.

(boy laughing)

(monitor alarm beeping)

- Sorry Mrs. Ziegler.

- Look what he does to water.

- Why doesn't he come up?

- He's dead.

It's your club Flash, and you're responsible.

We're outta here.

(alarm beeping faster)

- Mom, what are you doing here?

- Jay, come up here, we have to go home now.

- I can't, not without dads telescope.

I've got to go back and get it.

- Jay, whatever happens I'll always love you.

I'll always be here.

Watch out for weirdos.

- He's been down a long time.

(heart monitor beeping rapidly)

- Help me.

(heart monitor slowing down)

- Here's your telescope.

- Thanks, I'm supposed to do something with this.

I'm late, I've got to get home.

It can't be far away.

Which way is it?

- Calm down.

- We'll help you find it.

- [Jay] I don't recognize anything.

I'm an idiot, I don't even know where my own house is.

- [Flash] It's probably just around this corner.

- [Donna] We'll find it.

(dramatic music)