Gargoyles (1994–1996): Season 2, Episode 41 - Cloud Fathers - full transcript
The World Tourists arrive at Elisa's sister school in Arizona and must help her and their father help the mystic Coyote from being captured by Xanatos.
GOLIATH: One thousand years ago,
superstition
and the sword ruled.
It was a time of darkness.
It was a world of fear.
It was the age of Gargoyles.
Stone by day,
warriors by night.
(GUTTURAL SCREAM)
We were betrayed by the humans
we had sworn to protect,
frozen in stone
by a magic spell
for a thousand years.
Now, here in Manhattan,
the spell is broken
and we live again.
[DEEP GROWL]
We are Defenders of the Night.
We are gargoyles!
Elisa! Thank goodness
you’re all right!
NARRATOR:
Previously onGargoyles...
We’ve been out of
our minds with worry!
Remember how Derek used to
call dibs on the pot?
Oh, me and my big mouth.
I take a break from school,
and my brain goes into neutral.
Easy. You don’t wanna
anger my friends, do you?
Magical creatures,
these friends of yours.
I am sorry things
turned out this way...
He’s the scientist.
You’re just the experiment.
(MOANING) XANATOS: Oh,
hello Goliath,
didn’t even notice you there.
(HOWLING)
Why can’t you see it my way?
Because it is not
the way of our people.
Peter, don’t abandon
everything you’ve
been raised to love and respect
because you’re angry with me.
It’s not about you!
No. It’s about my only son
turning his back on his heritage
to live with the Wasichu.
Pop, it’s 1960, not 1860.
You’re living in the past...
I’m planning for the future!
-Peter...
-Sorry, Pop.
I’ll send you a postcard
from New York City.
Beth, honey, I’ve missed you.
Thanks for coming, Dad.
(STARTS CAR)
You look worried.
-Has Xanatos done something?
-Not yet.
He’s just started
construction on the land
he leased from the tribe.
But after what
happened to Derek,
I needed someone
to investigate Xanatos
who knows what he’s capable of.
Well, I’m here now.
Let’s find out what he’s up to.
Do you want to visit grandpa
while you’re in town?
No, I don’t.
OK...
So, have we heard
anything new about Elisa?
The mist is clearing.
The water is calm.
I wonder where Avalon
has led us this time.
Uh, well, this is
certainly different...
ANGELA: Is this a pond?
This is where my sister
Beth goes to school.
If Avalon sent us here,
Beth might be in danger.
I know it’s late but,
uh, we’re from
the university and, well...
Could we look around?
Come on in.
We were expecting you.
You were? Uh, weren’t we?
Does he look familiar?
Never saw him before.
Doesn’t seem too bright, though.
Xanatos is a smooth operator.
I doubt that we’re
going to find much.
(GASPS)
Freeze! You’re under arrest!
Arrested? For what?
The charges are trespassing
and vandalism.
Xanatos...
Your security
guard invited us in.
Ask him yourself!
I haven’t hired any
guards for this site,
but apparently I should.
Take them away.
I don’t ever want to spend
another night like that.
Thank goodness
we made bail. (SIGHS)
Beth! Dad?
-Sis!
-Elisa! Where did you come from?
The deep end.
Uh, look, didn’t Mom
fill you guys in?
She gave us some of the details.
It was all a bit
much to swallow.
Are those your... friends?
(CHUCKLES)
You’ll get to meet them
at sunset.
But what’s all this
about making bail?
Xanatos had us arrested.
Xanatos? Here?
He set us up.
Which is a neat trick,
since he didn’t know
we were coming.
But the security guard did.
Wait, OK. Maybe you better
start at the beginning.
COYOTE: You are aware
that the Mazas had nothing
to do with the vandalism.
Of course.
But when the silent alarm
brought the Tribal Police,
I needed some excuse
to get rid of them.
Here’s the real vandal.
And our target.
When the time comes,
-don’t miss.
-Don’t worry. I won’t.
(BOTH GASP)
(GROWLS)
(GRUNTS)
Beth, Dad... I’d like you to
meet my friends.
We’ll go in by air
to find out what
Xanatos is up to.
I’m not real happy
with this plan.
I’ve sworn to uphold the law,
not help break it.
Try looking at it this way, Dad,
the gargoyles
don’t legally exist,
so legally no one’s trespassing.
I know better than
to argue with you
once you’ve set
your mind to something.
Yeah. I take after my old man.
You certainly are
keeping strange company
these days, Elisa.
(BARKS)
They’re kinda beautiful,
but so alien.
Hmm. After awhile,
all you notice is the beauty.
We better get a move on.
Hey, Dad, when we’re through,
you want to go,
uh, visit grandpa?
No, thank you.
What are these?
Photographs.
They look like they were
taken from very high up.
They match this
carving in the ground.
COYOTE: Gargoyles.
Not who I expected.
-But you’ll do.
-(GRUNTS)
Coyote!
Coyote 4.0.
The new, improved model.
(ROARS)
(GRUNTS)
Are you all right?
Not yet.
Once more with feeling?
(BOTH GASP)
Don’t quit your day job.
That’s him!
Hey, buddy, hold it!
Stop him, Bronx!
(BRONX BARKING AND SNARLING)
Uh, nice puppy. Good puppy.
Promise not to run?
Hey, I’ve got no place to be.
Elisa look at him!
I know. It’s amazing.
What?
Dad, doesn’t he remind you
of someone you know?
Yeah, all the punks
I’ve busted on the street
in the last 20 years.
Talk to me. Why did you help
Xanatos frame us?
(GOLIATH GRUNTS)
Long time no see, Goliath.
I’m flattered you
showed up just so
I could use you as bait.
This trough
is filled with acid.
In 10 minutes it’s going
to do a rather nasty job
on that soil carving,
not to mention your
rugged good looks.
It’s my first real
stab at cliched villainy.
How am I doing?
(HOWLS)
Why shouldn’t I help Xanatos?
Who cares if he wants
to destroy a soil carving
dedicated to the Kachina Coyote?
It’s just old Indian stuff.
That’s desecration!
Coyote the Trickster
is one of the most
important figures
in Native American legend.
His soil carving
would be sacred.
Well, the carving would
have anthropological
value at least.
We should inform
the Tribal Police.
Hey, pops, it’s 1996, not 1896.
Get with the program.
Xanatos is bringing
real jobs to the tribe
and real money.
If you close down his operation,
you’re living in the past.
Me, I’m planning for the future.
(COYOTE HOWLS)
(GRUNTS)
You’re a fiend!
She’s quite lovely, Goliath.
You must be very proud.
Let her go.
She’s done nothing to you.
Actually neither of you
have done anything that
I’d hold a grudge over.
The truth is,
I have no desire to kill you.
But the death trap
has to be real...
And I have to be prepared
to follow through
if I hope to bag my true quarry.
For weeks I pretended
to be on the verge of
destroying the soil carving,
but until I made up my mind
to bulldoze it last night,
I didn’t get a nibble.
My prey seems to know
when I’m sincere.
The tribe can decide
where its best interests lie.
C’mon, we’re taking you in.
Where are your priorities?
Why worry about
some scratches in the sand
when Xanatos is
about to ice your
two gargoyle friends?
What?
He’s gone! Forget him!
We’ve gotta help Goliath!
(BARKING)
Over there! That equipment shed!
ELISA: Bronx! Hit it!
(GROWLS)
Oh. It’s only the Mazas.
Sorry to disappoint you.
No problem.
We’ll just add you to the pot.
(STRUGGLING)
-Now, while he’s down!
-(GRUNTS)
Elisa, get back!
That trough above us
is timed to drop
acid any second!
Then we’ve gotta
get you out, fast!
Easier said than done!
(GRUNTS)
(GROWLS)
Bronx, over here!
Big mistake, people.
(GRUNTS)
Good boy! Now help Angela!
Look out!
-What in the...
-I’m the lovely one, remember?
(GRUNTS)
(ROARS)
(BOTH GRUNT)
No way my luck’s this bad.
He must be here!
There, 11 o’clock. Get him!
(GRUNTS)
Get out! Hurry!
BETH: This is
going to sound nuts,
but I’ve got a theory
about that "security guard."
I think he’s Coyote.
Uh, the Trickster,
not the robot.
He’s a punk working for Xanatos.
No. Why would
Xanatos try to capture
his own employee?
Besides,
Coyote is a shape-shifter,
and that guard
looked just like you did
when you were young.
Right out of your
high school yearbook.
Oh, come on, you two!
Dad, he was clearly trying
to goad you into action.
His reverse-psychology
was pretty blatant.
And the bulldozers last night.
Who else could have done that?
He’s been protecting
his sacred carving and us.
He made sure
the luck went our way.
Beings like Coyote do not exist.
Are these guys figments
of your imagination?
Beth’s theory does fit
with what Xanatos
said earlier about
his "true quarry."
Enough! This is about a rich guy
who wants to bulldoze
a cultural icon
to put up a building.
Now, let’s go tell
the Tribal Police.
Uh, you guys better stay here.
(COYOTE HOWLING)
No lights at all.
I don’t like this.
Dad, Elisa, over here.
ELISA: (WHISPERING)
What’s going on?
BETH: They’re Kachina dancers.
When they put on the masks,
the cloud fathers,
or Kachinas, come down
to dance with them.
But I’m unfamiliar
with this ritual.
It’s a ceremony of gratitude
to the Kachina Coyote.
When I was a kid,
my dad made me participate.
I played the Coyote.
The dance was rarely performed,
even back them.
How much more proof do you need?
It’s just a coincidence.
Another coincidence, Peter?
(LAUGHS)
What are we doing out here?
The last thing I remember
was ordering a pizza...
What are you doing here?
Um, we’ll be back
to tell you later.
GOLIATH: So the Coyote robot
has captured the true
Coyote the Trickster.
Ridiculous. Xanatos was saving
his employee from arrest.
We should have
told that to the cops.
He protected us!
We’ve got to help him!
We will, but we need a plan.
With his battle armor
and that robot,
Xanatos is all but invincible.
You’re all bananas!
I won’t have any
more part of this foolishness.
This can’t be true.
It just can’t.
How are you doing this?
No machine can hold me!
XANATOS: This one can.
Have you ever heard
of the Cauldron of Life?
It was supposed to
grant me immortality,
but fell a bit short
of my expectations.
I couldn’t see so rare
a find going to waste,
so I melted it down
and used it to
reconstruct Coyote.
My Coyote.
The magic inherent
in the iron allows him
to hold onto you.
Ironic, isn’t it?
One coyote catching another?
I should sue you
for trademark infringement.
Consider him a tribute. Besides,
I’ve always considered myself
a trickster at heart.
Now let’s talk about
what you can do for me.
I think immortality
would be a good place to start.
-We have visitors.
-Bottle him.
Hey!
We’re here for Coyote.
Right here.
The other one.
Also right here.
-(THUDDING)
-Let me out!
(GRUNTS)
It’s been
an invigorating evening,
but now it’s time to...
Impossible...
Curious.
Did you lose him?
No. But it’s possible
I kidnapped the wrong Kachina.
-I will check.
-No! Don’t open it!
-I’m outta here! Whoa!
-(GRUNTS)
It’s so hard to program
good help these days.
(GRUNTS)
This is my stop.
Keep a safe distance.
(GRUNTS)
(ALL MOANING)
TRICKSTER: Hey, scrap heap.
I think I’m the one you want.
I should warn you,
I’m programmed for vengeance.
Ha! Prove it!
Too slow! Over here!
Last time! Right here!
(MENACING GROWLS)
Goliath, I must say
these last-minute upsets
you keep handing
me are becoming... irritating.
We won!
Yes. Thanks to
that Coyote dancer.
The tide turned
when he appeared.
Just trying to help.
Dad? Why did you do it?
I thought you didn’t
believe in the Trickster.
I really don’t know
why I put this on.
TRICKSTER: Sure you do.
You just have to admit it.
You and I are connected,
Peter Maza.
We have been since
you took up my mask
at the Night Dance
so many years ago.
When you left, you took a part
of me with you.
I had to get you back.
(HOWLING)
He was real. Really real.
Let’s go visit your grandfather.
Hi, Pop.
We sure did fight a lot,
didn’t we?
I guess it was hard to admit
that you might be right.
Even harder after you were gone.
That would have
meant admitting that
I wasted all those
years we were apart,
years we could have shared.
It’s too late to say I’m sorry.
I only wish there was
some way to let you know
how much I’ve always loved
and respected you.
I think he knows, Dad.
I think he knows.
superstition
and the sword ruled.
It was a time of darkness.
It was a world of fear.
It was the age of Gargoyles.
Stone by day,
warriors by night.
(GUTTURAL SCREAM)
We were betrayed by the humans
we had sworn to protect,
frozen in stone
by a magic spell
for a thousand years.
Now, here in Manhattan,
the spell is broken
and we live again.
[DEEP GROWL]
We are Defenders of the Night.
We are gargoyles!
Elisa! Thank goodness
you’re all right!
NARRATOR:
Previously onGargoyles...
We’ve been out of
our minds with worry!
Remember how Derek used to
call dibs on the pot?
Oh, me and my big mouth.
I take a break from school,
and my brain goes into neutral.
Easy. You don’t wanna
anger my friends, do you?
Magical creatures,
these friends of yours.
I am sorry things
turned out this way...
He’s the scientist.
You’re just the experiment.
(MOANING) XANATOS: Oh,
hello Goliath,
didn’t even notice you there.
(HOWLING)
Why can’t you see it my way?
Because it is not
the way of our people.
Peter, don’t abandon
everything you’ve
been raised to love and respect
because you’re angry with me.
It’s not about you!
No. It’s about my only son
turning his back on his heritage
to live with the Wasichu.
Pop, it’s 1960, not 1860.
You’re living in the past...
I’m planning for the future!
-Peter...
-Sorry, Pop.
I’ll send you a postcard
from New York City.
Beth, honey, I’ve missed you.
Thanks for coming, Dad.
(STARTS CAR)
You look worried.
-Has Xanatos done something?
-Not yet.
He’s just started
construction on the land
he leased from the tribe.
But after what
happened to Derek,
I needed someone
to investigate Xanatos
who knows what he’s capable of.
Well, I’m here now.
Let’s find out what he’s up to.
Do you want to visit grandpa
while you’re in town?
No, I don’t.
OK...
So, have we heard
anything new about Elisa?
The mist is clearing.
The water is calm.
I wonder where Avalon
has led us this time.
Uh, well, this is
certainly different...
ANGELA: Is this a pond?
This is where my sister
Beth goes to school.
If Avalon sent us here,
Beth might be in danger.
I know it’s late but,
uh, we’re from
the university and, well...
Could we look around?
Come on in.
We were expecting you.
You were? Uh, weren’t we?
Does he look familiar?
Never saw him before.
Doesn’t seem too bright, though.
Xanatos is a smooth operator.
I doubt that we’re
going to find much.
(GASPS)
Freeze! You’re under arrest!
Arrested? For what?
The charges are trespassing
and vandalism.
Xanatos...
Your security
guard invited us in.
Ask him yourself!
I haven’t hired any
guards for this site,
but apparently I should.
Take them away.
I don’t ever want to spend
another night like that.
Thank goodness
we made bail. (SIGHS)
Beth! Dad?
-Sis!
-Elisa! Where did you come from?
The deep end.
Uh, look, didn’t Mom
fill you guys in?
She gave us some of the details.
It was all a bit
much to swallow.
Are those your... friends?
(CHUCKLES)
You’ll get to meet them
at sunset.
But what’s all this
about making bail?
Xanatos had us arrested.
Xanatos? Here?
He set us up.
Which is a neat trick,
since he didn’t know
we were coming.
But the security guard did.
Wait, OK. Maybe you better
start at the beginning.
COYOTE: You are aware
that the Mazas had nothing
to do with the vandalism.
Of course.
But when the silent alarm
brought the Tribal Police,
I needed some excuse
to get rid of them.
Here’s the real vandal.
And our target.
When the time comes,
-don’t miss.
-Don’t worry. I won’t.
(BOTH GASP)
(GROWLS)
(GRUNTS)
Beth, Dad... I’d like you to
meet my friends.
We’ll go in by air
to find out what
Xanatos is up to.
I’m not real happy
with this plan.
I’ve sworn to uphold the law,
not help break it.
Try looking at it this way, Dad,
the gargoyles
don’t legally exist,
so legally no one’s trespassing.
I know better than
to argue with you
once you’ve set
your mind to something.
Yeah. I take after my old man.
You certainly are
keeping strange company
these days, Elisa.
(BARKS)
They’re kinda beautiful,
but so alien.
Hmm. After awhile,
all you notice is the beauty.
We better get a move on.
Hey, Dad, when we’re through,
you want to go,
uh, visit grandpa?
No, thank you.
What are these?
Photographs.
They look like they were
taken from very high up.
They match this
carving in the ground.
COYOTE: Gargoyles.
Not who I expected.
-But you’ll do.
-(GRUNTS)
Coyote!
Coyote 4.0.
The new, improved model.
(ROARS)
(GRUNTS)
Are you all right?
Not yet.
Once more with feeling?
(BOTH GASP)
Don’t quit your day job.
That’s him!
Hey, buddy, hold it!
Stop him, Bronx!
(BRONX BARKING AND SNARLING)
Uh, nice puppy. Good puppy.
Promise not to run?
Hey, I’ve got no place to be.
Elisa look at him!
I know. It’s amazing.
What?
Dad, doesn’t he remind you
of someone you know?
Yeah, all the punks
I’ve busted on the street
in the last 20 years.
Talk to me. Why did you help
Xanatos frame us?
(GOLIATH GRUNTS)
Long time no see, Goliath.
I’m flattered you
showed up just so
I could use you as bait.
This trough
is filled with acid.
In 10 minutes it’s going
to do a rather nasty job
on that soil carving,
not to mention your
rugged good looks.
It’s my first real
stab at cliched villainy.
How am I doing?
(HOWLS)
Why shouldn’t I help Xanatos?
Who cares if he wants
to destroy a soil carving
dedicated to the Kachina Coyote?
It’s just old Indian stuff.
That’s desecration!
Coyote the Trickster
is one of the most
important figures
in Native American legend.
His soil carving
would be sacred.
Well, the carving would
have anthropological
value at least.
We should inform
the Tribal Police.
Hey, pops, it’s 1996, not 1896.
Get with the program.
Xanatos is bringing
real jobs to the tribe
and real money.
If you close down his operation,
you’re living in the past.
Me, I’m planning for the future.
(COYOTE HOWLS)
(GRUNTS)
You’re a fiend!
She’s quite lovely, Goliath.
You must be very proud.
Let her go.
She’s done nothing to you.
Actually neither of you
have done anything that
I’d hold a grudge over.
The truth is,
I have no desire to kill you.
But the death trap
has to be real...
And I have to be prepared
to follow through
if I hope to bag my true quarry.
For weeks I pretended
to be on the verge of
destroying the soil carving,
but until I made up my mind
to bulldoze it last night,
I didn’t get a nibble.
My prey seems to know
when I’m sincere.
The tribe can decide
where its best interests lie.
C’mon, we’re taking you in.
Where are your priorities?
Why worry about
some scratches in the sand
when Xanatos is
about to ice your
two gargoyle friends?
What?
He’s gone! Forget him!
We’ve gotta help Goliath!
(BARKING)
Over there! That equipment shed!
ELISA: Bronx! Hit it!
(GROWLS)
Oh. It’s only the Mazas.
Sorry to disappoint you.
No problem.
We’ll just add you to the pot.
(STRUGGLING)
-Now, while he’s down!
-(GRUNTS)
Elisa, get back!
That trough above us
is timed to drop
acid any second!
Then we’ve gotta
get you out, fast!
Easier said than done!
(GRUNTS)
(GROWLS)
Bronx, over here!
Big mistake, people.
(GRUNTS)
Good boy! Now help Angela!
Look out!
-What in the...
-I’m the lovely one, remember?
(GRUNTS)
(ROARS)
(BOTH GRUNT)
No way my luck’s this bad.
He must be here!
There, 11 o’clock. Get him!
(GRUNTS)
Get out! Hurry!
BETH: This is
going to sound nuts,
but I’ve got a theory
about that "security guard."
I think he’s Coyote.
Uh, the Trickster,
not the robot.
He’s a punk working for Xanatos.
No. Why would
Xanatos try to capture
his own employee?
Besides,
Coyote is a shape-shifter,
and that guard
looked just like you did
when you were young.
Right out of your
high school yearbook.
Oh, come on, you two!
Dad, he was clearly trying
to goad you into action.
His reverse-psychology
was pretty blatant.
And the bulldozers last night.
Who else could have done that?
He’s been protecting
his sacred carving and us.
He made sure
the luck went our way.
Beings like Coyote do not exist.
Are these guys figments
of your imagination?
Beth’s theory does fit
with what Xanatos
said earlier about
his "true quarry."
Enough! This is about a rich guy
who wants to bulldoze
a cultural icon
to put up a building.
Now, let’s go tell
the Tribal Police.
Uh, you guys better stay here.
(COYOTE HOWLING)
No lights at all.
I don’t like this.
Dad, Elisa, over here.
ELISA: (WHISPERING)
What’s going on?
BETH: They’re Kachina dancers.
When they put on the masks,
the cloud fathers,
or Kachinas, come down
to dance with them.
But I’m unfamiliar
with this ritual.
It’s a ceremony of gratitude
to the Kachina Coyote.
When I was a kid,
my dad made me participate.
I played the Coyote.
The dance was rarely performed,
even back them.
How much more proof do you need?
It’s just a coincidence.
Another coincidence, Peter?
(LAUGHS)
What are we doing out here?
The last thing I remember
was ordering a pizza...
What are you doing here?
Um, we’ll be back
to tell you later.
GOLIATH: So the Coyote robot
has captured the true
Coyote the Trickster.
Ridiculous. Xanatos was saving
his employee from arrest.
We should have
told that to the cops.
He protected us!
We’ve got to help him!
We will, but we need a plan.
With his battle armor
and that robot,
Xanatos is all but invincible.
You’re all bananas!
I won’t have any
more part of this foolishness.
This can’t be true.
It just can’t.
How are you doing this?
No machine can hold me!
XANATOS: This one can.
Have you ever heard
of the Cauldron of Life?
It was supposed to
grant me immortality,
but fell a bit short
of my expectations.
I couldn’t see so rare
a find going to waste,
so I melted it down
and used it to
reconstruct Coyote.
My Coyote.
The magic inherent
in the iron allows him
to hold onto you.
Ironic, isn’t it?
One coyote catching another?
I should sue you
for trademark infringement.
Consider him a tribute. Besides,
I’ve always considered myself
a trickster at heart.
Now let’s talk about
what you can do for me.
I think immortality
would be a good place to start.
-We have visitors.
-Bottle him.
Hey!
We’re here for Coyote.
Right here.
The other one.
Also right here.
-(THUDDING)
-Let me out!
(GRUNTS)
It’s been
an invigorating evening,
but now it’s time to...
Impossible...
Curious.
Did you lose him?
No. But it’s possible
I kidnapped the wrong Kachina.
-I will check.
-No! Don’t open it!
-I’m outta here! Whoa!
-(GRUNTS)
It’s so hard to program
good help these days.
(GRUNTS)
This is my stop.
Keep a safe distance.
(GRUNTS)
(ALL MOANING)
TRICKSTER: Hey, scrap heap.
I think I’m the one you want.
I should warn you,
I’m programmed for vengeance.
Ha! Prove it!
Too slow! Over here!
Last time! Right here!
(MENACING GROWLS)
Goliath, I must say
these last-minute upsets
you keep handing
me are becoming... irritating.
We won!
Yes. Thanks to
that Coyote dancer.
The tide turned
when he appeared.
Just trying to help.
Dad? Why did you do it?
I thought you didn’t
believe in the Trickster.
I really don’t know
why I put this on.
TRICKSTER: Sure you do.
You just have to admit it.
You and I are connected,
Peter Maza.
We have been since
you took up my mask
at the Night Dance
so many years ago.
When you left, you took a part
of me with you.
I had to get you back.
(HOWLING)
He was real. Really real.
Let’s go visit your grandfather.
Hi, Pop.
We sure did fight a lot,
didn’t we?
I guess it was hard to admit
that you might be right.
Even harder after you were gone.
That would have
meant admitting that
I wasted all those
years we were apart,
years we could have shared.
It’s too late to say I’m sorry.
I only wish there was
some way to let you know
how much I’ve always loved
and respected you.
I think he knows, Dad.
I think he knows.