Creeped Out (2017–…): Season 2, Episode 10 - Splinta Claws - full transcript

The Curious.

They say he collects strange tales.

And if you ever hear his whistle,

you know something creepy
is about to unfold.

Have you ever lost your temper?

Where does it go once you've lost it?

Does it evaporate?

Or does it float around,

waiting to be found?

What if there was someone, or something,
who went looking to find it?

Come on.



Oh...

Move aside.

No way.

What are you doing here?

Got nothing to say?

All right.

We have to be at Uncle Larry's
birthday party by 6:00,

because that is when the rodeo clown

- is gonna be performing.
- Okay.

You don't have to come
all the way in, you know.

Make sure you stick to the sandwiches
that I made for you.

You know you get gassy
from the school cheese.

- Willow!
- Okay, um, I'm here. You can go now.

- It's so nice to see you!
- Hi, Ms. Hall.



Uh, sorry... Tina.

Oh, it's been too long
since I've seen you!

You're not here for detention, are you?

- That's not like you.
- Mom! That's plenty. Please go.

Be good.

- Bye.
- Yeah, bye.

What a mama's girl you are.

Say cheese!

This was perfect.

Kinda... eerie on the weekends, huh?

Boom!

Look alive, Unfortunate Five!

Yeah, that's your name now...
"The Unfortunate Five."

Believe me, it was the kindest
of all the possibilities.

- Okay, what is that?
- Uh, my hoverboard, sir.

- Get it off of your feet.
- Sorry.

- Put it on the bench.
- Yeah.

Okay, now I'd like you to put your phones
into this bag, please.

I need to draw you a map?

Put your phones in the bag, please.

That's it, that's it.

There you go, there you go. Great.

As you know, this is your third strike.

So that means... excuse me!

Where you going?

Well, if it's strike three,
that means... we're out.

So... can we go?

Ha! Ha, ha!

That's funny, eh?

Okay, Chuckles, you just bought yourself
a spot here next week as well.

Wow. Devastated.

- You wanna go for another one?
- Jude, quit it.

Stop.

- Thank you.
- Mmm.

Okay, now everyone dump your bags

and empty your pockets onto this bench.

And then follow me, Unfortunate Five,
I have a little surprise for you.

On the bench... now.

Oh, Jude,
let me know if you're gonna eat

any school cheese
so that I can get upwind.

And that's goin' on my channel!

Oh, wow, the Channel Feng!

Prepare to be super famous, Mayel.

Ooh, salty slam!

And that's why
you've never been invited

to any of my legendary parties.

Personally,
I think boredom is the perfect punishment

for a misfit's mind.
But these days,

instead of rotting the brain,

they prefer to open your mind, so...

This is Ms. Kalli,
of the "Empathy Project."

Please, call me Faye.

Hi, Faye!

I will be guiding you
through a day of yoga,

unblocking, mindfulness, and meditation...

or as I like to call it, "YUMM."

She's not serious.

Oh, she is.

YUMM is my sure-fire system to help
cure a school of its negative energy.

Yumm-yumm, kids! Enjoy!

- Thank you, Mr. Hawkins.
- Thank you, Faye.

Well, then, shall we begin?

I like to start things out
with a truth circle.

This is a little technique I used
when Beckerman High brought me in to help.

Not cool to say their names here.
I mean, they're... kinda like our rivals.

Not that they're much competition
since their star player disappeared.

Ah, Rob Dorsett.

Rob Dorsett.

Yeah, he gave me
one of my most shared uploads.

Yeah, watch this.

See?

- Yeah.
- And then he throws the table.

A little insensitive
while the boy's missing, don't you think?

- What?
- I can smell your brain

rotting from here.

They've found
some bones near Beckerman.

- Might be human.
- They think it's Rob?

Oh, please.
You're more gullible than you look.

I remember Rob well.
He was a really tortured soul.

One of those rare soups.

Simply brimming
with fear, anger, hatred...

Now, everyone join hands.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, so much negativity
coursing through you all. Good.

Now... let it out.

This is a safe space.

You have a hard time taking things
seriously, don't you, Stan?

I kinda think blowing up
the science lab is pretty serious.

That was you?

I had to re-do my whole assignment
thanks to you.

How do you know so much about us?

I like to do my research
before I come to a new school.

Hey, who cares, all right?

We got out early, and I got
some great footage because of it.

You use your channel like a weapon,
don't you, Feng?

Well... you know,
I like the truth to get out there.

Like that post about Mayel cozying up
to her best friend Quinn's brother?

You're the reason
Quinn isn't talking to me?

Technically... you're the reason.
I mean, it was true, I was...

Bitter you weren't invited
to Mayel's party?

- Hey, shut up.
- No, you shut up!

You got me benched!
Quinn's my captain, genius!

Well, "genius,"

- how about you stay away from her brother?
- Oh!

Good, good. Let it out.
It's better out than in.

Really?
Well, you can stay away from every party

that I throw from here on out until...

- Infinity?
- Shut up!

Okay, everyone, let's break here.

Let's take five to refresh and reflect.

I'll be back,
and we'll move on to our next exercise.

Hello?

Little piggy...?

Let me in.

Hmm.

You interrupted my wife's
meatball sandwich for this?

Look, I know it sounds crazy,
but I saw her, okay?

I heard her.
Like, she was... smelling me.

"Smelling" you?
Look, if this is some kind of ploy,

you got a better shot
at getting straight A's

than you do of getting out of here today.

I'm not trying to get out of this.

I just...

you can't leave us in there, okay?
Not with that...

whatever she is!

It's your job to protect us.

No, no, it's my job
to protect the students

who might actually have a future.

Then the rest of them I just bury.
You know, those...

those ones that are lacking a future.
The losers!

You know, don't you ever get tired
of being so tiring?

I remember when your parents
got divorced...

Don't talk about that.

Are you gonna help me or not?

There is no helping people like you.

You're a waste of help.

Oh...

don't even think about trying to leave.

Ah, just in time.

We're about to start phase two.
Where have you been?

I saw you.

- When?
- The washroom. I saw you.

You saw me do what?

What... whatever you were doing.

You were spying on me in the washroom?

I'm not sure Mr. Hawkins
is gonna like to hear that.

I'm not sure he'd like to hear
about what you were doing, either.

So why don't you tell him?

Ah, you already did.
How did that go?

Nobody trusts a girl
who's always in trouble.

That must be hard on the parents. Tsk.

- Kinda the last straw for your mom, too...
- Don't talk about my mom.

Oh, and you see it.

- You see her giving up on you.
- Shut up.

- Your own mother writing you off.
- Stop talking about my mom!

Oh, that's good.

You're coming along nicely.

We really should be getting back
to the others.

That's...

that's Rob Dorsett's!

Why do you have it?

Rob was my last great "case."

So full of delicious complexities...

fear, anger, hatred.

It was perfect.

- You remind me of him.
- What did you do to him?

Everything I could,
to get those feelings out.

And after I could do no more,
well... tsk.

You know, it's not easy,

finding someone like that.

So I've been looking for his replacement.

Searching for the most...

delicious choice.

Perhaps the Unfortunate Five
is where my search will end.

- What's going on here?
- What are you doing?

- What's this?
- Okay, listen, I'm trying to read

- and you're just being so annoying!
- Everyone back to the circle, please.

- I'm vlogging.
- You can't take my spot.

"Take my spot"?
You know, all you...

- You okay?
- How can you not understand?

I can't believe you're so immature!

- Hey, hey, hey!
- You literally just...

- It's the anger.
- What?

She feeds on people. The angry ones.

What are you talking about?

Give it to me!

Why are you so stubborn
and narcissistic?

So are you!

Where is my chakra crystal?

Where were you?

Why don't you post some lies
about where you think she was?

How about you sucker-punch me
like you did to that defender last game?

Oh, come closer and I will.

Stop it!
You're doing exactly what she wants.

This lady is... she's some kind of
demon or succubus.

Okay, yeah,
keep the freaky fantasies to yourself

and your lame video game, yeah?

But this is happening, okay? This is real.

- Maybe we should believe her?
- Check out the lap dog over here.

Everyone needs to stop
with the hate and anger.

It's exactly what she wants.

Okay! This seems to be going well.

So let's move on
to our mindfulness exercise.

You'll be in pairs,
so one of you will wear a blindfold...

and the other will be their guide.

Why do we need to do any more
of your exercises?

Why do we need to get rid of our anger?

We get angry because we care.

Because we get ripped off.

Because we're ignored and...
and misunderstood.

Why is that so bad?

Mayel, you're the fiercest player
on the soccer team.

You couldn't play the way you do
without the fire you've got.

- Right?
- Uh, yeah.

I guess the last game you designed
was pretty good, too.

Yeah, I loved Old Boot Hands.

And no way I could come up
with an idea like that

if I just did what I was told...
by, by people like her!

You're suddenly
so full of compliments, Jude.

Do you have something nice to say
for Willow?

She is your oldest friend here, right?

Why aren't you two close anymore?
What do you think, Willow?

You've been so quiet all day.

She doesn't like being put on the spot.
Leave her alone.

Didn't Jude just stop hanging out with you
for no apparent reason?

That must've been hard.

- It was.
- Did you feel abandoned by her?

You can't help it
if your brain works differently, right?

- Stop it. Willow, don't answer her.
- But I can't help it.

And you weren't given this detention,
were you?

You asked to come in today.

Why would someone choose
to do something like that?

- Was it to get closer to Jude?
- Leave her alone. Stop embarrassing her.

Let it out, Willow. I know it's really
hard to be ditched by a good friend.

- Stop it! I didn't!
- But you did!

You just stopped being my friend
just like everyone else!

No one wants to hang out
with "Weird Willow!"

I stopped hanging out with everyone!
Did you notice that?

And you know why, right?

'Cause I'm a weirdo!
You may as well say it!

Everyone else does.

- And they're right!
- Willow, no.

I was going through my own stuff.
My mom and dad...

Oh, good excuse to move away
from the oddball, though, right?

No one can get mad at you for that.
Except I did!

- Willow, stop.
- I don't know how to be

- like everyone else, and I hate it!
- Self-hate. My favorite flavor.

I hate them for it! I hate it all!

Everyone, let's take a break.

Willow and I need to work
through some things. Let's go.

I believe you.

- She's choosing Willow.
- Right, so what do we need?

Holy water, silver bullets, wooden stake?

If we can't stop her,
then let's prepare her a real feast.

Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy...

Feng, Mayel, I'm out of here.
Who's with me?

- Mmm...
- Uh, Stanny boy,

of all people,
you wanna break out of here?

How? The school's in lockdown.

I jimmied the window.

Nice!

- He actually did it.
- Fine.

Ms. Faye, Ms. Faye!

They're trying to escape!

You better deal, or Hawkins will be
in here like a SWAT team in a second!

Stan, what are you doing, man?

I caught them trying to go out the window.

Hey, you two,
where do you think you're going?

Don't come in.

Oh, no, no way. Not again.

Look, just take
that stupid smile outside now.

Or would you like to double down
on this detention?

You do know your "threats"
are starting to get really boring, right?

They're not threats. They're facts.

Mmm. Uh-huh.

Uh-huh, like that.

I could have you removed from here,
permanently.

Sure, "Thanos." Real scared.

What, you think I'm bluffing?

You're not gonna be smiling
when your mommy

has to go find you a new school

and you have to start
the grade all over again

and be marked a "loser for life."

- What is your problem?
- You.

You are my problem.

I own this school, and I own you.

Stop smiling.

May I?

What?

Oh... Oh...

Way too much sauce, Mrs. H.

I mean, who'd even...? That's gross.

That is it.

And now you are expelled
from these premises,

and you will never set foot here again.

Whew...

And not only that.

I'm gonna make sure that no other school
will touch you, either.

You know what?
I've spent three decades and two marriages

surrounded by brats like you,
and for what?

To be mocked in my office?

In my own school?

Well, you can bet...
are you even listening to me?

Oh. Sorry, you talking to me?

I said stop smiling.

What? What's this?

Ugh, they convinced me.

What?

What, hey, where are you...
no, no, I'm not done.

Yeah, you are.

Bitterness, resentment...
you are marinated to perfection.

Okay, okay, okay,
what is happening here?

Easy, easy. Okay.

You can have the desk.

Hey, hey... Okay, okay, easy.

What, what?

Yeah, that's mine.

Thanks.

No one mention this to anyone.
Agreed?

I wouldn't know what to say if I did.

They say that when you get angry,

you should count to ten.

But count quickly,

because anger-feeders
can reach you in five.