Green Lantern: The Animated Series (2011–2013): Season 1, Episode 19 - Loss - full transcript
Hal, Kilowog, Razer, and Aya attend a rebuilding ceremony between the Guardians and the Red Lanterns on their capitol planet,Ysmault. However, a rampant malfunctioning Manhunter threatens to derail the fragile state of peace between both sides. Meanwhile, the Anti-Monitor and his army of Manhunters pass through the Maelstrom and Hal and his teammates must slow them down ... at a terrible price.
Previously
on "Green Lantern"...
Wait, Zox! The Green Lanterns will
help rebuild your shattered sector.
Whatever reparations you think
are enough, start by doubling them!
Meet the new boss,
same as the old boss.
Season 1, Episode 19:
"Loss"
We, the Guardians of Oa,
vow to make reparations
for the devastation our Manhunters
caused to the Forgotten Zone.
May this reintegration
of Shard into Ysmault
be the first step of rebuilding
a home world for you,
Prime Magistrate Zox, and
the rest of the sector's citizens.
While it was an honor
to have the Science Director
accompany me on my triumphant
return to Ysmault,
I expected another guest
to be here.
Appa Ali Apsa
sends his regrets.
But the vast distance and
his demanding schedule prevent...
I understand completely.
Appa said he'd be here, and, oh,
look at that, he's not here. Shocking.
Seems like Guardian promises
are worth exactly what I remembered.
Let us not forget
the important matter here...
The long, horrible chapter
of the Manhunt is finally at an end.
Tomorrow, the official signing
of the truce will take place
and the rebuilding of Ysmault
can begin in earnest.
You have the word
of the Guardians.
So let me get this straight...
We're flying back into Red Lantern's
space, which is pretty dumb to start with,
but even dumber is we're coming
back to be part of some ceremony?
It's like sticking your face
near an eye blinder shred vine.
Keep an open mind.
This isn't just any ceremony.
This is the creation
of a peace treaty.
Our presence is a symbol
of the newly formed alliance
between the Red
and the Green Lanterns.
A chance for peace in the Galaxy
for generations to come.
You know, you sound like
one of those professional...
What's it you're always
telling me about?
- Politicians?
- No. Liars.
Isn't it kind of a dicey time for us
to be in Red Lantern space?
Especially with all
the Manhunter activity?
They don't actually know
anything about it.
And to quote
our little blue pal Appa,
"It is best that they never
know anything about it."
Politicians...
What's up with you?
I... I would like to request
that we make a stop.
There is a planet
very nearby.
Ah, sure thing, kid. We're early.
What's it all about?
I'm sorry...
But it's personal.
This marker indicates where
the Manhunters first arrived
on their mission to annihilate
everything they touched a millennia ago.
The mere thought of it
makes me sick to my stomach.
Which is why I'm declaring this
the first area to rebuild.
A good choice,
Prime Magistrate Zox.
A word alone, Zox.
I mean, "Prime Magistrate".
I do not trust the little blue demon.
Let's just kill her and hide the body.
I'll even dig the hole.
Patience, please.
We lost the war, remember?
We nod and smile
and quietly rebuild our strength
while milking them
for all they're worth.
It's all part
of my genius plan.
Excuse me, please,
but Zox, it occurred to me.
Perhaps we should consider putting
a large monument to the Red Lanterns...
Right here, in this area.
Something heroic.
Yes, that is a good idea.
I know that a statue
or 2,000 of me
might be just the thing to boost
morale in the Forgotten Zone.
Give them hope; a new leader
rising heroically from the ashes.
Quite. Let's discuss it
at the banquet.
Razer...
I apologize for following you.
No. It is all right, Aya.
I just did not hear you come in.
This place.
I know what happened here.
This is where your love,
Ilana, ceased to live.
I shared this memory.
I shared this pain.
- Yes.
- I am intruding upon your grief.
- I will go.
- No, Aya, wait. Don't go.
I do mourn Ilana,
but that was a different life.
And I was a different person.
I am not the man who chose hate
all those years ago.
I have changed in so many ways.
Thanks to you.
Come. There is something
I wish to show you.
This was once a dead world.
But life is returning.
It...
It is beautiful.
Aya, Razer, we got to fly.
The Guardian diplomat
on Ysmault just called
having a cold,
emotionless freak out.
We have to get there ASAP.
What took you so long?
There's a horrible problem, and...
What is that doing here?
- That's kind of a funny story.
- Enough, 2814.
I thought I ended this A.I. experiment
once and for all.
You've made our situation
infinitely more complicated.
Then explain it to us slowly.
This project was terminated
because it deviated
from normal,
acceptable parameters.
The A.I. is too unpredictable.
Aya is a necessary member
of my crew, end of story.
I will deal
with that issue later.
A much more serious situation
demands our immediate attention.
I've discovered a Manhunter,
here, on Ysmault.
This Manhunter is active.
Malfunctioning, but operational.
That's no surprise.
Those tin cans have been popping up
and turning on all over the Galaxy.
Which is the reason
you must handle this one.
It is buried at these coordinates.
I'm overdue at the peace banquet.
Take care of it quietly.
If an operational Manhunter were
to turn upon Ysmault today, of all days,
the Red Lanterns
would surely blame us.
It would be war all over again.
Get ready. Let's make this
short and sweet.
- What the nux?
- These are the correct coordinates.
- But where's our toaster?
- Making a run for it. Look!
No man escapes
the Manhunters.
No man escapes
the Manhunters.
I think a statue of me
would look good here, yes,
and a golden Zox
would be perfect over there.
Perhaps a stern,
yet fair one made of baromite
looking down on the crowd
in the center of the plaza.
What is going on here?!
You! Explain yourself this instant!
I am the Prime Magistrate,
I demand an answer!
Nothing is going on...
"Prime Magistrate".
Say it with
respect, Razer...
What the...
Kilowog! A little help?
Coming right up.
- Now what?
- We hide the body.
Let's get this thing out of here
before anybody sees...
- Manhunter!
- This is so not what it looks like.
I knew it. I knew all along this
was some kind of sneak attack.
Whoa, you've got it all wrong,
big, round guy. Let's go to...
Treachery! Guards,
we've been betrayed!
Where are my guards? The Green Lanterns
are not to be trusted, do you hear me?!
I am the Prime Magis... trate.
The banquet broke up early.
Apparently Prime Magistrate Zox
decided not to show up.
- Did you finish your mission, 2814?
- Well, about that.
There's good news and bad news.
The good news is,
we've disabled the Manhunter.
Dare I ask what
the bad news is?
We sort of picked up a new guest.
What have you done?!
Remove his gag at once.
Prime Magistrate, I apologize
for this terrible mistake, and...
Mistake?! There is no mistake!
This is war! The truth of your vial
duplicity has finally been revealed!
I knew it all along. Me. I knew it.
"Peace"? Please!
- The Guardians are...
- Put the gag back on.
So otherwise,
how was the party?
Calling this a monumental diplomatic
disaster would be generous, Green Lantern.
- Your blundering has reignited a war.
- Incoming transmission.
I am tracing an anti-matter pulse,
originating near the maelstrom.
Which means the Anti-Monitor
is in Frontier space?
- That's a little too close for comfort.
- Maybe so.
But we're going to get
a lot closer.
Aya, magnify the view screen.
Manhunters...
This is what you brought me to see?
The army with which you'll eradicate
my kind once and for all?
We're keeping
our distance, Zox,
because these things are as
big a threat to us as to you.
Ha! The robot soldiers
you built?
It is true, Prime Magistrate, that
the Guardians did create the Manhunters.
- But we control them no longer.
- Oh, right. Then who does?
The Anti-Monitor.
The most fearsome creation
in all our Universe; born of utter folly.
It started eons ago
on the planet Maltus.
A renegade Guardian
named Krona
became obsessed with
constructing the ultimate being,
so powerful it could accomplish
anything, even time travel.
But his rash experiment
had horrendous consequences.
It was a proud apparatus.
And when it became cognizant,
instantly recognized its superiority.
It had an insatiable appetite,
and the ability to turn everything
into anti-matter for its consumption.
It would have
destroyed everything
had Krona not managed to
banish it to another dimension.
Yeah, been there,
escaped that.
The Anti-Monitor ate that
entire Universe for breakfast.
And now it's loose in ours.
Watch his bloody boots...
What is it doing to the maelstrom?
Eating it.
This is nothing but another weapon
the Guardians have built to destroy us!
Look at that thing, Zox.
It's eating the maelstrom!
If the Guardians were using it
to attack your people,
you'd already be chewed up
and digested.
Warning...
Apparently the Anti-Monitor
has detected my long-range burst scan.
- Uh, Hal...?
- Don't freak out.
That doesn't mean he saw us.
Pretty sure he saw us.
Manhunters! Attacking me!
Get us out of here!
Calm yourself, Zox! We are
in as much danger as you.
- Who cares if you're in danger?
- 2814, get us away from here immediately.
Aya, initiate emergency
ultra warp.
Initiating. However,
even ignoring safety protocols,
I will require four minutes
to prime the impellers.
Come on, boys, everybody out. We've got
to hold them off until Aya's ready.
- Want to help, Zox?
- Not so much.
Razer...
Be careful.
Stay together.
Hold 'em off and thin 'em out.
Right behind you.
Time to leave this party!
Come on, kid, we're moving out.
The ship should be ready to go by now.
Inopportune...
Very inopportune.
Razer is in trouble.
He requires immediate assistance.
- No! He's dying for a better cause.
- I forbid you to leave.
- Where's Red?
- He was right behind us.
He's out there,
cut off from the Interceptor.
Your A.I. has gone after him
against my direct orders.
A traitor and a glitchy robot.
I say leave them.
No! We're going back.
Hal Jordan, I order you to fly
this ship out of here this instant!
Not without my teammates.
Kilowog, give me some cover fire.
I'm on it, Jordan.
Scan for Razer and Aya.
- You came back for me.
- Always.
Got a lock on their position.
Let's move!
Aya!
No!
Aya...
I will fly you back
to the Interceptor.
Too late, Razer.
Only 29.5 seconds of existence remain.
Download yourself to the ship!
Impossible.
Distance too great.
Aya... Don't go.
I love you.
I love you, Aya.
Razer...
I... I now understand
the meaning of regret.
We... we never...
Now!
No...!
on "Green Lantern"...
Wait, Zox! The Green Lanterns will
help rebuild your shattered sector.
Whatever reparations you think
are enough, start by doubling them!
Meet the new boss,
same as the old boss.
Season 1, Episode 19:
"Loss"
We, the Guardians of Oa,
vow to make reparations
for the devastation our Manhunters
caused to the Forgotten Zone.
May this reintegration
of Shard into Ysmault
be the first step of rebuilding
a home world for you,
Prime Magistrate Zox, and
the rest of the sector's citizens.
While it was an honor
to have the Science Director
accompany me on my triumphant
return to Ysmault,
I expected another guest
to be here.
Appa Ali Apsa
sends his regrets.
But the vast distance and
his demanding schedule prevent...
I understand completely.
Appa said he'd be here, and, oh,
look at that, he's not here. Shocking.
Seems like Guardian promises
are worth exactly what I remembered.
Let us not forget
the important matter here...
The long, horrible chapter
of the Manhunt is finally at an end.
Tomorrow, the official signing
of the truce will take place
and the rebuilding of Ysmault
can begin in earnest.
You have the word
of the Guardians.
So let me get this straight...
We're flying back into Red Lantern's
space, which is pretty dumb to start with,
but even dumber is we're coming
back to be part of some ceremony?
It's like sticking your face
near an eye blinder shred vine.
Keep an open mind.
This isn't just any ceremony.
This is the creation
of a peace treaty.
Our presence is a symbol
of the newly formed alliance
between the Red
and the Green Lanterns.
A chance for peace in the Galaxy
for generations to come.
You know, you sound like
one of those professional...
What's it you're always
telling me about?
- Politicians?
- No. Liars.
Isn't it kind of a dicey time for us
to be in Red Lantern space?
Especially with all
the Manhunter activity?
They don't actually know
anything about it.
And to quote
our little blue pal Appa,
"It is best that they never
know anything about it."
Politicians...
What's up with you?
I... I would like to request
that we make a stop.
There is a planet
very nearby.
Ah, sure thing, kid. We're early.
What's it all about?
I'm sorry...
But it's personal.
This marker indicates where
the Manhunters first arrived
on their mission to annihilate
everything they touched a millennia ago.
The mere thought of it
makes me sick to my stomach.
Which is why I'm declaring this
the first area to rebuild.
A good choice,
Prime Magistrate Zox.
A word alone, Zox.
I mean, "Prime Magistrate".
I do not trust the little blue demon.
Let's just kill her and hide the body.
I'll even dig the hole.
Patience, please.
We lost the war, remember?
We nod and smile
and quietly rebuild our strength
while milking them
for all they're worth.
It's all part
of my genius plan.
Excuse me, please,
but Zox, it occurred to me.
Perhaps we should consider putting
a large monument to the Red Lanterns...
Right here, in this area.
Something heroic.
Yes, that is a good idea.
I know that a statue
or 2,000 of me
might be just the thing to boost
morale in the Forgotten Zone.
Give them hope; a new leader
rising heroically from the ashes.
Quite. Let's discuss it
at the banquet.
Razer...
I apologize for following you.
No. It is all right, Aya.
I just did not hear you come in.
This place.
I know what happened here.
This is where your love,
Ilana, ceased to live.
I shared this memory.
I shared this pain.
- Yes.
- I am intruding upon your grief.
- I will go.
- No, Aya, wait. Don't go.
I do mourn Ilana,
but that was a different life.
And I was a different person.
I am not the man who chose hate
all those years ago.
I have changed in so many ways.
Thanks to you.
Come. There is something
I wish to show you.
This was once a dead world.
But life is returning.
It...
It is beautiful.
Aya, Razer, we got to fly.
The Guardian diplomat
on Ysmault just called
having a cold,
emotionless freak out.
We have to get there ASAP.
What took you so long?
There's a horrible problem, and...
What is that doing here?
- That's kind of a funny story.
- Enough, 2814.
I thought I ended this A.I. experiment
once and for all.
You've made our situation
infinitely more complicated.
Then explain it to us slowly.
This project was terminated
because it deviated
from normal,
acceptable parameters.
The A.I. is too unpredictable.
Aya is a necessary member
of my crew, end of story.
I will deal
with that issue later.
A much more serious situation
demands our immediate attention.
I've discovered a Manhunter,
here, on Ysmault.
This Manhunter is active.
Malfunctioning, but operational.
That's no surprise.
Those tin cans have been popping up
and turning on all over the Galaxy.
Which is the reason
you must handle this one.
It is buried at these coordinates.
I'm overdue at the peace banquet.
Take care of it quietly.
If an operational Manhunter were
to turn upon Ysmault today, of all days,
the Red Lanterns
would surely blame us.
It would be war all over again.
Get ready. Let's make this
short and sweet.
- What the nux?
- These are the correct coordinates.
- But where's our toaster?
- Making a run for it. Look!
No man escapes
the Manhunters.
No man escapes
the Manhunters.
I think a statue of me
would look good here, yes,
and a golden Zox
would be perfect over there.
Perhaps a stern,
yet fair one made of baromite
looking down on the crowd
in the center of the plaza.
What is going on here?!
You! Explain yourself this instant!
I am the Prime Magistrate,
I demand an answer!
Nothing is going on...
"Prime Magistrate".
Say it with
respect, Razer...
What the...
Kilowog! A little help?
Coming right up.
- Now what?
- We hide the body.
Let's get this thing out of here
before anybody sees...
- Manhunter!
- This is so not what it looks like.
I knew it. I knew all along this
was some kind of sneak attack.
Whoa, you've got it all wrong,
big, round guy. Let's go to...
Treachery! Guards,
we've been betrayed!
Where are my guards? The Green Lanterns
are not to be trusted, do you hear me?!
I am the Prime Magis... trate.
The banquet broke up early.
Apparently Prime Magistrate Zox
decided not to show up.
- Did you finish your mission, 2814?
- Well, about that.
There's good news and bad news.
The good news is,
we've disabled the Manhunter.
Dare I ask what
the bad news is?
We sort of picked up a new guest.
What have you done?!
Remove his gag at once.
Prime Magistrate, I apologize
for this terrible mistake, and...
Mistake?! There is no mistake!
This is war! The truth of your vial
duplicity has finally been revealed!
I knew it all along. Me. I knew it.
"Peace"? Please!
- The Guardians are...
- Put the gag back on.
So otherwise,
how was the party?
Calling this a monumental diplomatic
disaster would be generous, Green Lantern.
- Your blundering has reignited a war.
- Incoming transmission.
I am tracing an anti-matter pulse,
originating near the maelstrom.
Which means the Anti-Monitor
is in Frontier space?
- That's a little too close for comfort.
- Maybe so.
But we're going to get
a lot closer.
Aya, magnify the view screen.
Manhunters...
This is what you brought me to see?
The army with which you'll eradicate
my kind once and for all?
We're keeping
our distance, Zox,
because these things are as
big a threat to us as to you.
Ha! The robot soldiers
you built?
It is true, Prime Magistrate, that
the Guardians did create the Manhunters.
- But we control them no longer.
- Oh, right. Then who does?
The Anti-Monitor.
The most fearsome creation
in all our Universe; born of utter folly.
It started eons ago
on the planet Maltus.
A renegade Guardian
named Krona
became obsessed with
constructing the ultimate being,
so powerful it could accomplish
anything, even time travel.
But his rash experiment
had horrendous consequences.
It was a proud apparatus.
And when it became cognizant,
instantly recognized its superiority.
It had an insatiable appetite,
and the ability to turn everything
into anti-matter for its consumption.
It would have
destroyed everything
had Krona not managed to
banish it to another dimension.
Yeah, been there,
escaped that.
The Anti-Monitor ate that
entire Universe for breakfast.
And now it's loose in ours.
Watch his bloody boots...
What is it doing to the maelstrom?
Eating it.
This is nothing but another weapon
the Guardians have built to destroy us!
Look at that thing, Zox.
It's eating the maelstrom!
If the Guardians were using it
to attack your people,
you'd already be chewed up
and digested.
Warning...
Apparently the Anti-Monitor
has detected my long-range burst scan.
- Uh, Hal...?
- Don't freak out.
That doesn't mean he saw us.
Pretty sure he saw us.
Manhunters! Attacking me!
Get us out of here!
Calm yourself, Zox! We are
in as much danger as you.
- Who cares if you're in danger?
- 2814, get us away from here immediately.
Aya, initiate emergency
ultra warp.
Initiating. However,
even ignoring safety protocols,
I will require four minutes
to prime the impellers.
Come on, boys, everybody out. We've got
to hold them off until Aya's ready.
- Want to help, Zox?
- Not so much.
Razer...
Be careful.
Stay together.
Hold 'em off and thin 'em out.
Right behind you.
Time to leave this party!
Come on, kid, we're moving out.
The ship should be ready to go by now.
Inopportune...
Very inopportune.
Razer is in trouble.
He requires immediate assistance.
- No! He's dying for a better cause.
- I forbid you to leave.
- Where's Red?
- He was right behind us.
He's out there,
cut off from the Interceptor.
Your A.I. has gone after him
against my direct orders.
A traitor and a glitchy robot.
I say leave them.
No! We're going back.
Hal Jordan, I order you to fly
this ship out of here this instant!
Not without my teammates.
Kilowog, give me some cover fire.
I'm on it, Jordan.
Scan for Razer and Aya.
- You came back for me.
- Always.
Got a lock on their position.
Let's move!
Aya!
No!
Aya...
I will fly you back
to the Interceptor.
Too late, Razer.
Only 29.5 seconds of existence remain.
Download yourself to the ship!
Impossible.
Distance too great.
Aya... Don't go.
I love you.
I love you, Aya.
Razer...
I... I now understand
the meaning of regret.
We... we never...
Now!
No...!