Halfway Across the Galaxy and Turn Left (1993–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Exiles on Renmark Street - full transcript

Dovis would become the cosmos flyer.

Qwrk professor of knowledge...

I was a new family organizer winner to...

Pearlstone logo.

Father had cheated the state lottery 27 times in a row.

Where is your father?

I decided we had to escape Zyrgon.

Divorce was hard...

but we had no choice.

With the help of Lox's map, we got away from the boss.

We soared out over the galaxy.



We're going to Bellwood on the blue planet.

Halfway down the road, we turn left.

I'm the family organizer. I'm responsible for all the important decisions.

I'm always in charge of the family.

Hecla, usually called Aunt Hecla.

Ex-organiser, breeder of antelopes.

Go on.

She's a hermit, according to our information. Her home is made of primeval rock.

Classification?

A clever, very clever nuisance for the state.

What do I recommend?
Three security vehicles.

That's exactly what she's expecting.

You'll have to excuse me, but that was a long flight.

I'm writing a thesis on powder ice.



What do you think?

Brilliant.

What did I say?
We're in the 18th century...

Versailles.

Close the door.

Gone is our last link to home.

Zyrgon, adieu.

Father, hold her under your arm.
You too, qurk.

You've had a sad life.
Humans are so cruel.

It's time to go.

Cruelty is all over the galaxy.

Be normal.

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

Bonjour, na petite.

Hey, excuse me...

-Oui.
-Yes?

I was just wondering if you'd seen anything weird?

Weird?

"Weird: strange, weird..."

We didn't see anything unusual.
Excuse us. Goodbye. Goodbye.

-Good morning. Good morning.
-Au revoir.

Do it now, Mother.

Good, the houses are packed and there are people to hide among.

-Now, cow.
-I can't. I can't.

Do you realize how close we are to their sun?

We will find shade and shelter.

Please stand.

No, no, no, no.

People transport.

Primitive... but effective.

Time for you to go for a while, isn't it?

No! Out you go.

Carry your own bag, Qurk.

I'm offering the best deal in town.

Yoshida wants to give you your dream house.

See you at 4:00.

Hey, buddy.

What can I do for you?

We want to rent a house.

We have several houses for rent, Mr. and Mrs... what are your names?

It's complicated, our zone number, Father's game emblem and Aunt Heclas...

Jackson.

Where are you from, Mr. and Mrs. Jackson?

Peru.

Oh, Peru.

-What do you do for a living?
-Intergalactic adventurer.

International engineer.

Well, luckily...

I'm free at 3:30, in half an hour.

We have a couple of houses that might be suitable.

-I'm sorry.
-Come back then.

Five pieces of compressed food, please.

-What?
-Five compressed food pieces.

They can be used in Peru, but not here.

Let's see... India? No.
France? No.

Afghanistan? No.

But maybe...

Get in there, you hybrids. Come on, let's go.

It's done.
The collection is over for this year.

Three long-haired twins this year, if you can believe it.

No way Long curvy horns on all of them you'll see

Triple spirals on all three

Home again, Zeppy.

Are you in or out?
Out, all right.

Hi, I'm Professor Kezt from the Knowledge Bank.

You're far from everything.

I'm writing a thesis on powder ice.

Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?

What an absurd man. You'll have to excuse me, but I don't get many visitors.

Especially not people like you.

They said you had a sense of humor. This should be fun.

Hello and thank you, Mr. Yoshida.

-Remember, garbage collection on Tuesdays.
-Okay.

Renmark Street, nice name.

All that green between the houses...

The guardians of the law can sneak up on you.

You've stolen my heart with your fur so fine...

I can't wait to make that fur mine.

Mother, close the gate.

We have to prioritize.
First, food.

Have you been faking, Dovis?

I told you not to do that.

Go inside where no one can see you.
Simulate back!

-I'll never do anything fun.
-Get inside!

-Check it out.
-Floating ice!

Stop this at once.

Get inside now.

Shut up, Zeppy.
He's not gonna hurt you.

Are they your friends?

My brother in law, a gambler.
A total scoundrel.

My sister is a clothing designer at Zyrgon. That's right.

And the kids?

Dovis is going to be a cosmic aviator and Qurk is a professor at the knowledge bank.

-And then there's X.
-Is X your favorite?

She wants to be an organizer.
She's not cut out for that.

Such a nice kid...

...who has to mix every day with the stupid guardians of the law.

Drink, you'll get your fill.

We're going to get what they call furniture and household appliances.

You'll get food.

Food, I'll get X.

"Cash withdrawal"

I like that.

"Enter amount." If you insist.

Let's see... a million sounds good.

Wait a minute, I'll tell you where to put it. Wait, wait, wait.

-Hey, come on in.
-No, Mother.

Being a designer helped a lot with the decor.

I don't think it was a good idea.

-Simple but elegant, right?
-Get rid of them.

Aren't the colors lovely?

Aren't the flowers beautiful?

Put it there. Thank you very much.

Is that you, Dovis?

Don't be mad, X. Cats don't like that.

I feel so at ease.
Being a cat is wonderful.

You're not a cat, you know?

-You're grumpy!
-We're a normal family. Not cats.

X, they listen to us.

-You're such a nice cat.
-I don't want to trade back.

That's funny, what else you got?
The other rooms are...

How's the refrigerator coming?

Isn't it wonderful?

-You were going to buy food.
-They're in the back.

Okay, Dad, where did you steal it?

-I didn't steal it, it's paid for.
-How did you get it?

With these!

Exact copies!

They're everywhere. You punch in a number, if it's right, you win.

Like a lottery!

Give me the keys.

-No... X.
-The keys!

Burn the currency. From now on, you have to ask permission to have the car.

May I ask about your family?

Not a chance.
Curved horns...

Especially about your niece X.

Triple helixes on all three.
The collection was wonderful...

Shut up!

There's no need to shout.

I've spent the afternoon drinking and listening to your "bed"!

How dare you?

You're just a farting academic.

You can sleep in the stables and leave in the morning, don't mess with me lilliputian.

The fundraiser's not over.
Not yet.