Flatland (2002): Season 1, Episode 22 - Episode #1.22 - full transcript

- Do not dwell on the past.

Do not dream of the future.

Concentrate the mind
on the present moment.

My name is Smith,

welcome to Flatland.

- When I first met the devil,

his name was Khan.

Mine was Saint Michael.

The war for the soul of

mankind has raged for
three thousand years.

The battle ground today is
Shanghai.



I have forced three young
Americans to work for me.

JT a gang banger,

Mr. Mitchell a failed love
lawyer

and Amy Lee a beautiful young
woman.

They will ultimately discover
the history

when present and past collide

and where one misstep on either
side

of the fourth dimension

is fatal.

In the world of Flatland

where nothing is as it appears
to.

My name is Smith,

welcome to Flatland.

- Witches!



- This is a cool little spot,

except for the fact
that homegirl over there

looks like she's the
worlds stiffest member

of a hula hoop team.

- Seize one movement, friend.

For the killer, shooter.

- Alright, Mr. Sunshine,

why did the hell did you bring
me here?

- Uh.

Its Smith.

- What about him?

- We've been trying to call him
all day.

The guys never anywhere when we
need him.

- He has too many issues.

Me personally, I like
to keep some distance.

I prefer it that way.

You alright?

- Liquid courage, my friend.

Liquid courage.

- Why do you need so much liquid
courage?

What's wrong with you, man?

What the hell is wrong with you?

- Hit me back, man.

- What?

- Hit me back!

Let's go!

- Now that's what you wanted,
right?

- Oh yeah.

Is there a problem, big boy?

- Yo.

Stumpy.

Did it look like I needed some
help?

I'ma beat your ass, man.

- Tell me.

Don't keep things from me,
child.

Who was it?

- It was dark.

- Was it someone you know?

- Yeah.

- Tell me what you saw.

- I don't know.

They were flying.

- Who was fighting?

- I think they were witches.

- Hey, sweet thing.

- I thought you two weren't
into public displays

of affection.

- You tell Smith I'll see him
bright

and early tomorrow.

- Arrested?

- Yup, spent the night in jail.

- Separate cells I hope.

- Any idea how it started?

- No.

A debate over health care
reform?

oh my god.

- She's grown angry, dangerous.

So much for once bitten, twice
shy.

You're lucky you got away with
just this.

Now you're sure you were
watched?

Good.

Its time to fetch my boy.

- Look what you did, man.

- You did this.

Mines bigger than yours.

Hey hold it, easy.

Okay, I can explain everything.

- I had plenty of time last
night

to sit and put myself
in your frame of mind.

You got us clipped on purpose,
didn't you?

So you could force some face
time?

I understand that.

I just don't understand
why the hell you had

to bring me in it.

- Thought you might enjoy it.

- You thought I...

I tell you what I did enjoy.

Smacking your ass around in
public.

That was fun.

- Its been awhile since you
spent a night in jail, JT,

I just figured you might
be a little nostalgic

for your youth.

- You never know when
to quit digging, do you?

- Hold it, right on schedule.

- This out to be good.

- Well let me do the
talking, alright, homeboy?

- Believe me, I'm all ears.

- Smithy, how you doing?

- Looks what become of my
two favorite choir boys.

And to think how hard I worked

to keep you two out of jail.

- Well we just worried that
you've forgotten about us.

- Despite tremendous effort, no.

But while we're still young.

- Well uh.

Your two loyal foot soldiers,

we're just a little curious
about the state of the union.

I mean how we doing?

We're okay, we're winning?

- We're never winning.

Often the case when you start

by putting in your second
string.

- You see, I personally,

I think we're doing pretty good.

I mean we got rid of
that, what was his name,

Simon Cross?

You remember him, right?

Your mister,

your mister X.

You pushed the button
on him a long time ago.

- What's your point, counselor?

- My point is that you're
running out

of red herrings and I think
there really is no mister X.

- Careful, son.

You're on awfully thin ice.

- Why we're here.

I think its very interesting
that you would pick us three

for your wild goose marathon

when I think, actually
me and Buddy boy here,

we have a lot more in
common than you think.

- Well enjoy the rest of your
stay.

- Smith.

I'm gonna find out exactly what
you know

whether you like it or not.

- You know what I like
about you, Mitchell?

- What?

- Nothing.

- Now that could not have
gone like you planned.

- On the contrary, brother.

It went just fine.

- Hey sweetie, are you okay?

What did the doctor say?

Please communicate.

I'm worried.

- You want something?

- I came to apologize.

- You serious?

- Yeah heart on my sleeve.

- Alright, well.

Take a knee.

- Are you serious?

- Do you really gotta ask?

- Alright.

Please forgive me, JT, I'm sorry

I took advantage of you.

I brought you some coffee.

Alright, how long do I need

to stay down here?

- Just long enough for that bike
grease

to seep in real nice.

- Damn it, JT, what's the matter
with you?

- Finally, some honest
sentiment.

Paybacks a bitch, aint it?

- Idiot.

Yesterday morning was
for your benefit, too.

- For my benefit?

How the hell is 22 hours in jail

and bruises on my pretty face?

Huh?

What does that have to do with
my benefit?

Not to mention an haranguing
from Smith.

- I'll explain it in the car.

- Alright, what is it?

What's in there?

- Our leader at large.

- Smith?

What he call you or something?

- Not exactly, no.

- How you know he's inside?

You had him tailed.

- Uh huh.

24 hour surveillance, my friend,

since yesterday morning.

- The hell for?

- Listen, information.

Information that Smith aint
giving

so I'm taking.

Alright, unlike some of us.

I don't want to live the
rest of my life in the dark.

If he's fighting them things
forever,

I want to make sure I'm on the
right side.

Alright, coast is clear, lets
go.

- What?

- You ever get deja vu?

- Hey.

You two.

Can I help you?

- Bloody well hope so, mate.

My names Ryan Reed.

This Nigel, Nigel Poppins.

We're from Dunnet systems,

come to rally the network.

- The network?

- Yeah the network.

Your boss he called from Taps,

he says its all cattled.

The network, its got wheels.

- Wheels?

- Yeah, wheels.

Pear shaped, boss on it,

right up the Gary glitter.

Don't worry mate, give us five

and we'll hit the frog and tug.

Alright?

- Hold it.

Who called you here?

- Mr. Smith.

- Did Mr. Smith give you a first
name?

- John.
- Paul.

- George.
- Ringo.

- Wait here.

- Something strike you about
that door?

- Janitorial.

How much janitory does a place
need?

- You ready?

- What?

- You ever get deja vu?

- Hey, you two.

- Its a different world.

- And you're sure she's here?

- She and many others.

Some men will help me find them.

- Hard to believe, isn't it?

How they persist.

- Here it doesn't surprise me.

Its a wretched world.

You'll see.

Sin and depravity are just
accepted.

Left to flourish.

Like you said.

Its the aim of the devil.

To have us trust the shadows on
the wall

as our own.

- You remembered.

- I've never doubted you.

- I'll have my confession.

- I know his card.

- Perhaps.

Drink this.

- He wants me .

- He wants you never to forget.

- I'll kill him.

- Don't be foolish.

Besides, you'll have to stand in
line.

- That night in the forest.

When I fought Tsao Min,

its connected to this, I can
feel it.

I want to go back there.

I have to know why this

god I don't even know what this
is.

- They are scars, Amy,
brought back to life.

- What sort of scars you
don't remember getting.

- Time heals all wounds.

Flatland brings them back.

- You make it sound like a gift.

- In ancient times, scars were
considered

a source of power, testament.

- To what?

Injuries suffered?

- Lessons learned, battles won.

- Well excuse me for my lack of
pride.

Where did you get this, Uncle?

- New Orleans, Canal Street.

- Its fascinating.

- And powerful.

rituals is used a
beacon.

- A beacon for what?

- For summoning the witch.

Amy.

You can will your way back, you
know that.

But Flatland doesn't sit still

and wait for you to peek your
head

in between the curtains.

Your injuries.

They might well be Khan's doing.

But they could also be a
warning.

you can will your way back.

- Hey there!

Wait.

I have questions.

- What was it like when
you danced with him?

Did he hold you close like this?

Whisper in your ear?

What did he promise you?

An empty house, a bed of nails,

a life spent running?

Was it worth it?

- I'm innocent.

- I have yet to charge you.

- I know your charge.

I was born.

- Will you confess?

- No.

- Will you name the others?

- Never.

- Then you can prove your
innocence

by dying.

- The cause of death is
drowning.

They're calling it murder.

- You disagree?

- I agree 100%

the bindings on her wrist
make it fairly obvious

but heres why I bring it up.

The autopsy shows additional
trauma.

You with me?

- Always, kiddo.

Through thick and thin.

- Emphasis on thick.

- Hey.

20 reps at 200, baby.

Count em.

- Be still, my heart.

- Yeah if you had one.

- Where was I?

- Oh let's see.

Somewhere, thinking
about additional trauma.

- Right.

The girl had been tortured.

Coroner found small puncture
wounds

all down her back, arms, and
legs.

Just like with Amy.

- Sounds like an MO.

The survey says Benedict.

- Benedict?

- He's a lackey of Khan's.

He was a real fire and brimstone
type.

He was a judge in the old guard.

- How old?

- Try Salem.

1690.

Where men were men

and witches were scared.

- And Amy was there?

- Yeah.

Benedict sent 25 to the gallows

and Amy was the first in line.

- But how does that explain the
wounds?

- Those were desperate times.

Torture was well within reason.

- He can decipher his
sentence in his wounds.

- Kafka.

Hey.

Let me see,

how we drank in the transfigured
look

on the tortured face.

How we bathed our cheeks in the
glow

of this justice, finally served

and fading fast.

that's in the penal colony.

- JT, my man.

You ready for another day on the
hunt?

Alright then, lets go.

- Hold up.

I want to talk to you for a
second.

Just for the record, this
little cat and mouse game

that you've been playing.

I think its a joke.

You see, were the ones
getting played, man.

By a power that we don't and
never will

fully understand.

So I just want to let you know

that the only reason why I'm
coming

and I repeat, the only reason,

is to watch you get burned.

I just wanted to let
you know where I stand.

- Yes?

- Hi.

Sorry to disturb you but your
friend

dropped this outside.

- Where the hell did you get
this?

- I told you, the woman in your
apartment.

She dropped it on her--

- What woman?

Who are you?

How did you find me?

- Who are you?

What are you doing?

- Come look.

Its happening.

I've waited so long.

- Oh my god.
- Did you see that?

- What happened?

- Come here, look.
- Oh god.

Is he okay?

He's hurt bad.

Did anybody see it?

- He took my daughter the same
way.

I thought you knew.

- Enlighten me.

You knew that was going to
happen.

- Yes, just not when.

- You had him killed?

- I didn't kill anyone.

- The candle.

You were signaling me.

- Cause I couldn't do it alone.

I needed your power against him.

- What power?

- Think back.

He's wronged you somehow.

- But I've never met
him before in my life.

- Not this life, you mean.

We have a lot to talk about.

- There's my man.

- You're kidding right?

- No, stay.

hey, did you hear what I said?

- What?

- Can I borrow 10 bucks?

You forget your wallet or
something?

- Somethings missing.

Benedict already killed her yet
he's back,

why, what does he want?

- Its what we all want, I
suppose.

Salvation.

Entrance into imperium.

- And Amy has the key?

- Well its what he thinks.

Get there, kiddo, its what
Amy denied him in death.

- A confession.

- Disco, kid.

Validation.

He thinks that she's his ticket

out of purgatory.

- Is he right?

- Doubtful.

My guess is that Khan's got him

on some kind of retainer,
alright,

and has convinced him that
he is doing god's work.

- Seduce and deceive.

- Well its the name of the game.

- Unbelievable.

- Well thanks.

I try.

- So what do we do?

- You know my policy, kiddo.

Laissez faire.

Way it has to be.

Don't worry.

She's getting help.

- Go ahead.

- It's here.

- Bring it up.

- Oh boy.

- Is that your handiwork?

- Well it never gets old.

oh boy.

- There are many of us here.

Lost.

The unknown.

Casualties of hatred and
persecution.

Long ago we were forced into
hiding

but we refuse to live in
darkness.

We pass among those
who would persecute us.

All the while maintaining the
bonds

that have protected us through
our time.

When no one else would

cause we don't trust their laws,

we don't yearn for their love.

And we don't need eyes to see
one another.

- We're in danger.

You, me, all of us.

There's a man here.

- We know, from our past.

- Who is he?

- A judge.

Consumed by hatred.

Its given him power but
its also made him blind.

The truth is his enemy.

Show him the truth,

that's how you'll defeat him.

- Let's get out of here.

- Hello, vagrant.

- Hello, sexy.

Is it time for my strip search?

- Man, you ever shut your mouth?

- He's just jealous of what we
have.

- Amazing.

Smith was right again.

- About what?

- Nothings gonna get said here

that hasn't been said before.

Games over, boys.

Consider yourselves retained.

When Smith needs you, he'll
call.

- He can call me in Paris.

The Cafe Benoit.

- Right, I almost forgot.

- Mother?

- What is it?

- I'm back.

- Come on, get inside.

you must be the judge.

- I have questions.

You're the one.

The devil's favorite catch.

Will you confess?

- No.

- Will you name the others?

- I'll absolve them and myself.

- You'll join them in hell

if you don't admit what you are!

you see, witch?

This is how it ends.

Unless there's something
you'd like to tell me?

Its in your eyes.

You've seen his face.

- I know what you did.

- No, no.

No.

I'll absolve them.

I'll absolve them.

- You up for a movie?

- What are we dating?

Forget it man, I've seen
enough of your ugly mug.

Besides, I got plans tonight.

- Yeah really, come on.

Like what?