The Odyssey (1992–1994): Season 2, Episode 10 - Tick Tock - full transcript
(suspenseful music)
(bells chiming)
(dramatic music)
(crows cawing)
(dramatic music)
- [Alpha] It must be him, it's huge.
- It's fresh.
- [Flash] Whatever it is, it
can't be very far ahead of us.
- This way, come on.
(dramatic music)
(crows cawing)
- Jay, slow down!
- Wait up.
- Which way?
- There.
It's huge.
- Let's go.
(dramatic music)
- [Alpha] Why won't he wait?
(dramatic music)
- There he is!
- Get him, Jay.
(dramatic music)
- Hey!
(dramatic music)
You're not my dad.
- We've been suckered.
(dramatic music)
- Why are you pretending to be my dad?
- Jay, you're hurting him.
- [Jay] He tricked us.
- Thanks, I think you saved my life.
- We've been following you for days
and you're just a dumb pirate.
- I was sent here to
lead you to the source.
- You led us on a wild goose chase.
Thanks a lot.
- Why didn't you just ask me?
- 'Cause if I told you, you wouldn't come.
- To the source?
Isn't that where you
keep all my dad's things?
- That's right.
- I want to see this source.
Where is it?
Just tell us.
- I can't tell anyone.
- Why not?
You're supposed to lead us there.
- Why should we believe him anyway?
- 'Cause if I told you,
you wouldn't come anyway.
- We'll decide that.
Where is it?
- Black Mountain.
- You're crazy.
No one ever goes there.
- See, I told you.
(crow cawing)
- Your honor,
Mrs. Ziegler is merely trying to establish
the legal fact of her husband's death
and neither she nor anyone else
has heard from him for over five years.
- Yes council, I've read the affidavit
but you're asking me to
ignore the provincial statute.
- We are asking for your
discretion in this matter,
your honor.
- So far you've given
me no compelling reason
to exercise my discretion
in this instance.
- Your honor, if you knew
what was at stake for us-
- Just a moment.
You're being represented.
If you have something
to say, say it to him.
(lawyer whispering)
- I told you this was a dumb idea.
There's nobody here.
- We tried to tell the other kids
but they're afraid of Black Mountain.
They won't come even
though they know the source
is the only thing that'll save them.
- Can we talk?
- Watch him.
- If this is where the
pirates want you to go,
I think you should go in
the opposite direction.
- But they've got to be
collecting my dad's stuff
for a reason.
Do you know my dad?
- Sure.
Shoe size 11, shaving
lotion, Trice for men,
sun sign Aries and his hobby is fishing
but he hates Mondays and crabby people.
- See?
So where is everyone?
All the other pirates.
- Inside.
- [Flash] Inside the mountain?
(dramatic music)
- I have a bad feeling about this.
- How can you trust a pirate?
- If this is where they bring
my dad's stuff, I'm going in.
He owes me some answers.
(door rumbling)
- You better ask him if
he knows another way out.
- Where's Jam?
- Gone.
- [Jay] Where is he?
Where'd he go?
- What do you have to
say about this, Mr. Hake?
- With respect, your honor,
Empire Fidelity Life is
contesting plaintiff's application
because quite simply,
we do not believe Brad Ziegler is dead.
- Go on.
- Is it reasonable to
assume that a young man,
once a Naval officer, a champion swimmer,
would drown in calm seas
less than a mile from shore?
And if such a man did
drown, where is the body?
- With the greatest respect
to my learned friend, your honor,
is it reasonable to assume
that Brad Ziegler would not
communicate with his wife or son
for over five years?
- Mr. Hake?
- Your honor, his wife
waited those same five years
before bringing forward her application.
Now, when she finds herself
in considerable financial distress.
- You're suggesting that the timing
of the plaintiff's application
is one of convenience, not belief?
- Your honor-
- My husband was an experienced sailor.
He would never have risked
our seven-year-old son's life like that.
- I believe she has a point, Mr. Hake.
- I say, we keep going
further into the mountain.
- Like we have a choice.
(suspenseful music)
(bats squeaking)
- Holy!
(suspenseful music)
What is it?
- [Jay] It's a clock.
- [Alpha] But the numbers are so strange.
(suspenseful music)
- And all this stuff's your dad's?
- No, it's mine.
(suspenseful music)
- It stopped.
It won't go.
(suspenseful music)
It only goes backwards.
- Oh wow!
Thank you, Santa.
Oh wow!
I can do it, daddy.
- Okay, I'm gonna let you go.
Ready?
Ready?
There you go.
You're on your own.
(Jake's dad cheering)
- What's it mean?
It won't go past 12.
- [Flash] Somebody's coming.
(footsteps receding)
(dramatic music)
(Alpha gasping)
(dramatic music)
- All power to the source.
- All power to the source.
- All power to the source.
- Clock Watchers, we've
nearly completed our mission.
- Clock Watchers?
- Like it's gonna go anywhere.
- All the sacred relics have been found.
When the clock starts, this
world will be destroyed
and paradise will rise from its ashes.
Now for the final relic.
- Jay?
Jay, where are you?
Jay, come here.
(all chattering)
- The final relic.
(all cheering)
You were right behind
us at the lighthouse,
what took you so long?
- You were expecting me?
Really?
- B convinced me, the clock
won't start without you.
- He realized you're sacred.
We need you.
- To bring the new world into being.
We sent Jam out to look for you.
- See?
I told you it was a trap.
- It's okay, Flash.
- What kind of new world?
What would happen to us?
- A perfect world,
where everyone and
everything has its place
and the source rules all.
No tower, no politics, no earthquakes.
It's paradise.
And if you want something,
you just make a list.
- So why were you waiting for Jay?
- Jay is the final relic.
The one that will make the clock start.
It's been stuck at 12 forever.
Show him the gears.
- [Jay] What's going on here?
(dramatic music)
- [Grub] It's time, everyone.
- Oh! Your worship, would
you mind stepping into here?
- You can't just feed them to
the clock like an old boot.
- Don't do it.
- I've got to.
I've got to find out the truth.
(dramatic music)
Could you close the drawer for me?
- We'll wait for you, Jay.
(suspenseful music)
- [Jay's Mother] Jay, come on, breakfast.
(dramatic music)
Jay!
(dog barking)
- Bentley, where'd you come from?
- [Jay's Mother] Jay, it's getting cold.
- Thanks, honey.
- Good morning.
- Hey, Jay.
- Dad!
- Whoa! Hey, take it easy, big guy.
What's got into you?
Here, sit down and eat.
- What happened?
Where were you?
- I've been right here.
- But I've been sick, I fell
and dad, you were missing.
- Yes, hun.
You had a fall and you've
suffered some memory loss
but you're getting better every day.
- That's right.
It's a miracle really,
you banged up pretty bad.
- No, you were gone.
- You're gonna have to
expect some setbacks
before you make a total recovery.
You understand?
Come on, take those pills.
- I just can't believe it.
- Boy, when you get an idea in your head
you don't quit, do you?
- Come in, guys.
- [Jay's Father] Hi, guys.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Alpha, Flash.
- Boy, you slept late today.
- He's still eating, come on.
- It's gonna be cooking at
the beach today, come on.
- You go, I'll meet you there.
- Okay but hurry up.
- We'll wait for you, Jay.
We'll wait for you, Jay.
- Dad, can we take a walk or something?
I have to talk to you alone.
- Well, I mean, right
now I haven't finished.
- Please?
- All right.
We won't be long, honey.
- It's a shame about your
breakfast though, Jay.
Are you all right?
- I'm fine.
(dog barking)
Not now, Bentley.
(dog barking)
Okay.
Don't move, I'll be right back.
(dog whining)
What is it, Bentley?
I can't play now.
(suspenseful music)
What is this?
(suspenseful music)
An affidavit?
Thanks, Bentley.
- I don't understand this.
I mean, we threw all the
relics into the clock,
it should start by now.
- Your paradise is falling apart, Grub.
You better do something quick.
- Forget paradise, we have to get Jay out.
(people chattering)
(drawer creaking)
He's gone.
- [Flash] Where'd he go, Grub?
- [Grub] All hail the source.
- [Clock Watchers] All hail the source.
- There's something going on here.
I feel like you're avoiding me,
hiding out in this clock
or wherever we are.
- Oh! Jay.
- I remember things, dad.
- Look, what you remember
is part your memory
and part your imagination.
Dr. Ross says that's a perfectly normal
post-traumatic experience, okay?
Now look, you're getting better,
let's just get on with our lives.
- Something's not right.
Tell me what's going on.
- There's nothing going on.
- Then why do I-
- Look, you haven't been
well, you had a very bad fall.
Would you just trust your old man, huh?
- But dad-
- Look, do you wanna stay here
with me and your mom forever?
- I'd rather know the truth.
- Let it go.
Trust me.
You were there, you saw it.
Now you spent all this
time trying to forget
and a couple more days, you
won't remember anything.
And then we can be really happy, yeah?
- How can any of us be happy?
This is nowhere, dad.
Can't you see that?
This isn't real.
It's just what I want to be real.
- It's what I want to be real too.
It's safe here.
Don't rock the boat.
- Look.
Mom swears you were dead, how come?
- Who would you rather believe,
your dad or a piece of paper?
Do I look dead to you?
- Tell me the truth.
Why'd you leave me?
(suspenseful music)
Dad, come back, dad.
I have to know.
Dad!
I'm not giving up 'til I get the truth.
(dramatic music)
- Look at the size of him.
- [Grub] Help him down.
(delightful music)
- I've never seen anything like it.
He's hot.
- He's sublime.
- [Alpha] He's dad.
- [Grub] He's dad, (shushes).
- What's the matter with you kids?
Get up, get up.
- Are you the clockmaker?
- No.
Kid, I just wanna get out of here.
- Where's Jay?
- I don't know anyone called Jay.
- Don't lie to us, you're his dad.
- Take it easy, he's the creator.
- We've seen your picture.
- Jay went into the
clock and you came out.
- Jay?
Quit bugging me, I didn't ask to be here.
Who are you kids?
- Oh! Come on.
You know everything.
But just to be on the safe side,
we made up this list of things we want.
- From me?
Forget it, kid.
You're on your own.
- I've touched him, I touched him.
- Hey, hey.
- Flash, what are you doing?
- You wanna throw a ball around?
- Not right now, kid.
I'm busy.
- Clock Watchers, down on your knees.
- Lay off, this guy is a dork.
He's not for real.
Jay said his dad liked to play with kids.
- Judge us.
Are we worthy?
We need to know.
I mean, how are we doing in general?
- [Clock Watcher] Give us your
divine judgment, judge us.
- [Clock Watchers] Judge
us, judge us, judge us.
- There is ample evidence
that Brad Ziegler was
an experienced seaman.
He would've known the risks
he was exposing his son to
if he abandoned him in a small boat at sea
and there's no evidence
that he was a cruel parent
or even a careless one.
I do not believe he could do such a thing.
I hereby grant plaintiff's application.
Brad Ziegler is dead.
(door creaking)
(somber music)
- Thank you.
- No, you were terrific, congratulations.
(footsteps receding)
- [Clock Watchers] Judge us, judge us,
judge us, judge us.
- Maybe later.
- Judge us.
- Okay, all right.
All right, all right.
I'll judge you.
Well, some of you could use a haircut.
Apart from that, I mean, you're fine.
Also computer skills are very important
in getting a job in today's
economy so stay in school.
- School?
- Yeah, whatever.
(clock rumbling)
- Look.
- One incredible event.
Jay came back.
First the dad, then the son.
- Dad.
- [Girl] He's getting away.
Go get him.
(suspenseful music)
(dramatic music)
(bells chiming)
(dramatic music)
(crows cawing)
(dramatic music)
- [Alpha] It must be him, it's huge.
- It's fresh.
- [Flash] Whatever it is, it
can't be very far ahead of us.
- This way, come on.
(dramatic music)
(crows cawing)
- Jay, slow down!
- Wait up.
- Which way?
- There.
It's huge.
- Let's go.
(dramatic music)
- [Alpha] Why won't he wait?
(dramatic music)
- There he is!
- Get him, Jay.
(dramatic music)
- Hey!
(dramatic music)
You're not my dad.
- We've been suckered.
(dramatic music)
- Why are you pretending to be my dad?
- Jay, you're hurting him.
- [Jay] He tricked us.
- Thanks, I think you saved my life.
- We've been following you for days
and you're just a dumb pirate.
- I was sent here to
lead you to the source.
- You led us on a wild goose chase.
Thanks a lot.
- Why didn't you just ask me?
- 'Cause if I told you, you wouldn't come.
- To the source?
Isn't that where you
keep all my dad's things?
- That's right.
- I want to see this source.
Where is it?
Just tell us.
- I can't tell anyone.
- Why not?
You're supposed to lead us there.
- Why should we believe him anyway?
- 'Cause if I told you,
you wouldn't come anyway.
- We'll decide that.
Where is it?
- Black Mountain.
- You're crazy.
No one ever goes there.
- See, I told you.
(crow cawing)
- Your honor,
Mrs. Ziegler is merely trying to establish
the legal fact of her husband's death
and neither she nor anyone else
has heard from him for over five years.
- Yes council, I've read the affidavit
but you're asking me to
ignore the provincial statute.
- We are asking for your
discretion in this matter,
your honor.
- So far you've given
me no compelling reason
to exercise my discretion
in this instance.
- Your honor, if you knew
what was at stake for us-
- Just a moment.
You're being represented.
If you have something
to say, say it to him.
(lawyer whispering)
- I told you this was a dumb idea.
There's nobody here.
- We tried to tell the other kids
but they're afraid of Black Mountain.
They won't come even
though they know the source
is the only thing that'll save them.
- Can we talk?
- Watch him.
- If this is where the
pirates want you to go,
I think you should go in
the opposite direction.
- But they've got to be
collecting my dad's stuff
for a reason.
Do you know my dad?
- Sure.
Shoe size 11, shaving
lotion, Trice for men,
sun sign Aries and his hobby is fishing
but he hates Mondays and crabby people.
- See?
So where is everyone?
All the other pirates.
- Inside.
- [Flash] Inside the mountain?
(dramatic music)
- I have a bad feeling about this.
- How can you trust a pirate?
- If this is where they bring
my dad's stuff, I'm going in.
He owes me some answers.
(door rumbling)
- You better ask him if
he knows another way out.
- Where's Jam?
- Gone.
- [Jay] Where is he?
Where'd he go?
- What do you have to
say about this, Mr. Hake?
- With respect, your honor,
Empire Fidelity Life is
contesting plaintiff's application
because quite simply,
we do not believe Brad Ziegler is dead.
- Go on.
- Is it reasonable to
assume that a young man,
once a Naval officer, a champion swimmer,
would drown in calm seas
less than a mile from shore?
And if such a man did
drown, where is the body?
- With the greatest respect
to my learned friend, your honor,
is it reasonable to assume
that Brad Ziegler would not
communicate with his wife or son
for over five years?
- Mr. Hake?
- Your honor, his wife
waited those same five years
before bringing forward her application.
Now, when she finds herself
in considerable financial distress.
- You're suggesting that the timing
of the plaintiff's application
is one of convenience, not belief?
- Your honor-
- My husband was an experienced sailor.
He would never have risked
our seven-year-old son's life like that.
- I believe she has a point, Mr. Hake.
- I say, we keep going
further into the mountain.
- Like we have a choice.
(suspenseful music)
(bats squeaking)
- Holy!
(suspenseful music)
What is it?
- [Jay] It's a clock.
- [Alpha] But the numbers are so strange.
(suspenseful music)
- And all this stuff's your dad's?
- No, it's mine.
(suspenseful music)
- It stopped.
It won't go.
(suspenseful music)
It only goes backwards.
- Oh wow!
Thank you, Santa.
Oh wow!
I can do it, daddy.
- Okay, I'm gonna let you go.
Ready?
Ready?
There you go.
You're on your own.
(Jake's dad cheering)
- What's it mean?
It won't go past 12.
- [Flash] Somebody's coming.
(footsteps receding)
(dramatic music)
(Alpha gasping)
(dramatic music)
- All power to the source.
- All power to the source.
- All power to the source.
- Clock Watchers, we've
nearly completed our mission.
- Clock Watchers?
- Like it's gonna go anywhere.
- All the sacred relics have been found.
When the clock starts, this
world will be destroyed
and paradise will rise from its ashes.
Now for the final relic.
- Jay?
Jay, where are you?
Jay, come here.
(all chattering)
- The final relic.
(all cheering)
You were right behind
us at the lighthouse,
what took you so long?
- You were expecting me?
Really?
- B convinced me, the clock
won't start without you.
- He realized you're sacred.
We need you.
- To bring the new world into being.
We sent Jam out to look for you.
- See?
I told you it was a trap.
- It's okay, Flash.
- What kind of new world?
What would happen to us?
- A perfect world,
where everyone and
everything has its place
and the source rules all.
No tower, no politics, no earthquakes.
It's paradise.
And if you want something,
you just make a list.
- So why were you waiting for Jay?
- Jay is the final relic.
The one that will make the clock start.
It's been stuck at 12 forever.
Show him the gears.
- [Jay] What's going on here?
(dramatic music)
- [Grub] It's time, everyone.
- Oh! Your worship, would
you mind stepping into here?
- You can't just feed them to
the clock like an old boot.
- Don't do it.
- I've got to.
I've got to find out the truth.
(dramatic music)
Could you close the drawer for me?
- We'll wait for you, Jay.
(suspenseful music)
- [Jay's Mother] Jay, come on, breakfast.
(dramatic music)
Jay!
(dog barking)
- Bentley, where'd you come from?
- [Jay's Mother] Jay, it's getting cold.
- Thanks, honey.
- Good morning.
- Hey, Jay.
- Dad!
- Whoa! Hey, take it easy, big guy.
What's got into you?
Here, sit down and eat.
- What happened?
Where were you?
- I've been right here.
- But I've been sick, I fell
and dad, you were missing.
- Yes, hun.
You had a fall and you've
suffered some memory loss
but you're getting better every day.
- That's right.
It's a miracle really,
you banged up pretty bad.
- No, you were gone.
- You're gonna have to
expect some setbacks
before you make a total recovery.
You understand?
Come on, take those pills.
- I just can't believe it.
- Boy, when you get an idea in your head
you don't quit, do you?
- Come in, guys.
- [Jay's Father] Hi, guys.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Alpha, Flash.
- Boy, you slept late today.
- He's still eating, come on.
- It's gonna be cooking at
the beach today, come on.
- You go, I'll meet you there.
- Okay but hurry up.
- We'll wait for you, Jay.
We'll wait for you, Jay.
- Dad, can we take a walk or something?
I have to talk to you alone.
- Well, I mean, right
now I haven't finished.
- Please?
- All right.
We won't be long, honey.
- It's a shame about your
breakfast though, Jay.
Are you all right?
- I'm fine.
(dog barking)
Not now, Bentley.
(dog barking)
Okay.
Don't move, I'll be right back.
(dog whining)
What is it, Bentley?
I can't play now.
(suspenseful music)
What is this?
(suspenseful music)
An affidavit?
Thanks, Bentley.
- I don't understand this.
I mean, we threw all the
relics into the clock,
it should start by now.
- Your paradise is falling apart, Grub.
You better do something quick.
- Forget paradise, we have to get Jay out.
(people chattering)
(drawer creaking)
He's gone.
- [Flash] Where'd he go, Grub?
- [Grub] All hail the source.
- [Clock Watchers] All hail the source.
- There's something going on here.
I feel like you're avoiding me,
hiding out in this clock
or wherever we are.
- Oh! Jay.
- I remember things, dad.
- Look, what you remember
is part your memory
and part your imagination.
Dr. Ross says that's a perfectly normal
post-traumatic experience, okay?
Now look, you're getting better,
let's just get on with our lives.
- Something's not right.
Tell me what's going on.
- There's nothing going on.
- Then why do I-
- Look, you haven't been
well, you had a very bad fall.
Would you just trust your old man, huh?
- But dad-
- Look, do you wanna stay here
with me and your mom forever?
- I'd rather know the truth.
- Let it go.
Trust me.
You were there, you saw it.
Now you spent all this
time trying to forget
and a couple more days, you
won't remember anything.
And then we can be really happy, yeah?
- How can any of us be happy?
This is nowhere, dad.
Can't you see that?
This isn't real.
It's just what I want to be real.
- It's what I want to be real too.
It's safe here.
Don't rock the boat.
- Look.
Mom swears you were dead, how come?
- Who would you rather believe,
your dad or a piece of paper?
Do I look dead to you?
- Tell me the truth.
Why'd you leave me?
(suspenseful music)
Dad, come back, dad.
I have to know.
Dad!
I'm not giving up 'til I get the truth.
(dramatic music)
- Look at the size of him.
- [Grub] Help him down.
(delightful music)
- I've never seen anything like it.
He's hot.
- He's sublime.
- [Alpha] He's dad.
- [Grub] He's dad, (shushes).
- What's the matter with you kids?
Get up, get up.
- Are you the clockmaker?
- No.
Kid, I just wanna get out of here.
- Where's Jay?
- I don't know anyone called Jay.
- Don't lie to us, you're his dad.
- Take it easy, he's the creator.
- We've seen your picture.
- Jay went into the
clock and you came out.
- Jay?
Quit bugging me, I didn't ask to be here.
Who are you kids?
- Oh! Come on.
You know everything.
But just to be on the safe side,
we made up this list of things we want.
- From me?
Forget it, kid.
You're on your own.
- I've touched him, I touched him.
- Hey, hey.
- Flash, what are you doing?
- You wanna throw a ball around?
- Not right now, kid.
I'm busy.
- Clock Watchers, down on your knees.
- Lay off, this guy is a dork.
He's not for real.
Jay said his dad liked to play with kids.
- Judge us.
Are we worthy?
We need to know.
I mean, how are we doing in general?
- [Clock Watcher] Give us your
divine judgment, judge us.
- [Clock Watchers] Judge
us, judge us, judge us.
- There is ample evidence
that Brad Ziegler was
an experienced seaman.
He would've known the risks
he was exposing his son to
if he abandoned him in a small boat at sea
and there's no evidence
that he was a cruel parent
or even a careless one.
I do not believe he could do such a thing.
I hereby grant plaintiff's application.
Brad Ziegler is dead.
(door creaking)
(somber music)
- Thank you.
- No, you were terrific, congratulations.
(footsteps receding)
- [Clock Watchers] Judge us, judge us,
judge us, judge us.
- Maybe later.
- Judge us.
- Okay, all right.
All right, all right.
I'll judge you.
Well, some of you could use a haircut.
Apart from that, I mean, you're fine.
Also computer skills are very important
in getting a job in today's
economy so stay in school.
- School?
- Yeah, whatever.
(clock rumbling)
- Look.
- One incredible event.
Jay came back.
First the dad, then the son.
- Dad.
- [Girl] He's getting away.
Go get him.
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