The Odyssey (1992–1994): Season 3, Episode 5 - Cry Justice - full transcript

(dramatic music playing)

- [Jay] The doctor said I was in a coma.

Maybe I was, but there is a
world beyond consciousness

that they knew nothing about.

(dramatic music playing)

But when I came back,
nothing was quite the same.

And I couldn't leave
that other world behind.

My odyssey continues.

- Sure!

It is a great plan.

It was our favorite place. Yeah.



Well, I can ask Jay,

but what he does after that is up to him.

- Ask what?

- Me too.

- How long are you gonna be?

I gotta talk to someone.

- Jay, I'm talking to Steve.

- Steve!

Great, the new boyfriend.

I'll come back next year.

(dramatic music)

- Hey watch it!

Hold on you little shrimp!

- Gotta catch me first!



- Hey!

Alpha needs to see these today.

- Don't worry, I'll hand
them off to a blade,

they're going that way.

- Not good enough.

Deliver it yourself.

- Alpha'll get it tonight.

Have you seen this?

(dramatic music)

- Why are they always picking on me?

- Don't worry.

We'll put a stop to this
outrage immediately.

Sooner, if possible.

I'll need our best monitor squad

to put an end to this slander.

- Whatever it takes.

- Good, Savage?

- Sir.

- Wait a minute, he's my monitor.

- He's like a pitbull.

- But he's my pitbull.

- We're doing this for you.

You're macho-supreme-ship.

Before you can say, "Thank you,"

the information highway is
gonna be a dead end street.

(dramatic music)

(roller blades scraping)

- Get 'em!

Got you, you little punk!

Open his bag.

What you got in the bag there, huh?

Aye (laughing)!

- Aye there, tough guy.

You little punk?

(dramatic music)

- Me too, like I'm not supposed
to know what that means.

- Well, maybe they care for each other.

- What's wrong with that?

- It's creepy.

They just started going out

and they're already making plans.

- What kind of plans?

- You know.

- Actually, I don't know.

- Neither do I.

- And why would that be?

It sounds to me like you're worried about

what they're doing.

Did you talk to her?

- No, I don't care about her crummy plans.

- I think you do care.

- How do you know?

- What's the only thing
you've talked about today?

(somber music)

- Jay?

What are you doing here?

- I came to talk about
the monitor patrols.

- Have you seen anything unusual?

- No kidding.

Didn't you read my message.

- What message?

- That's weird.

I sent it yesterday by a Blader.

- Totally weird.

- They're so reliable.

Something must be really wrong.

(dramatic music)

- [Savage] Hubble.

- [Monitor] Hubble!

- Hubble.

Come out, come out wherever you are.

Get 'em!
- Got 'em.

- Hubble, please!

- Hubble (clapping hands).

- Untie him.

What do you want?

- A business proposition.

- Well, then leave a
message on one of our drops.

What are you doing on our patch?

- Sorry, Hubble, they made me.

- That's our job.

We're from the tower.

We're your new partners.

- The Bladers don't need partners.

- Everybody needs protection!

It's a rough world out there.

If you don't believe me,
you can ask munchkin here.

- Okay, let 'em go.

But everyone knows we don't take sides.

- Then what's this?

- That's the facts.

We don't make it up.

We just deliver messages.

We don't even read 'em.

- Well, you're gonna start.

From now on you report
everything directly to me.

(items crashing)
(Savage grunting)

(indistinct)

(boy grunting)

- Aye.
- Let me go!

- Now, we've had a hot and hard day.

My boys need something to
drink and a place to hang.

- Marno, take them down to D level.

Actually, we like it right here.

Kinda reminds me of home.

- It looks like a junk yard.

(laughing loudly)

- Yeah.

So make space for us, partner.

(intense music)

(thunder clapping)

- If you're gonna take over the world,

you have to control the information flow.

- Aren't you overreacting?

The Bladers are just tiny children.

- Yeah, I love your compassion.

Get over it.

I mean, if kids can't communicate,

we can pick 'em off one-by-one.

When they can cry for help all they want,

and no one'll hear 'em.

- (sighs) How'd you do it?

- Psychology.

- Ooh, how diabolical.

- Yeah, we told Hubble we'd protect

his little Bladers from
their deepest, darkest fears,

but first we had to scare them.

That was the good part.

I'm sorry, mom.

I'm sorry I was so rude.

- Apology accepted.

I promise to try harder.

So what was Steve's plan for us?

- Oh, no big deal.

He wanted to know what your
favorite restaurant was.

- That's it?

- I ruled out pizza and macburgers.

So that left the Greek place.

The place where they
smashed plates on the floor?

- Yeah.

Used to be your favorite, remember?

- That's all he wanted?

- Yep, he wanted us
all to go out together.

- Great.

- Great.

(dramatic music)

- Bricks, are you okay?

There's monitors taking over the lot.

You have to help us.

- Do what?

- Fight back, of course!

- Before you rush off,
let's think this through.

Why is the tower all of a
sudden picking on the Bladers?

- Communication meltdown,

it's even worse than I thought, let's go.

- You can't just run
off and start a fight.

We need a plan.

- We don't have time for that.

Thinking takes too long.

(dramatic music)

- Incoming.
- Great, thanks guys.

- Here, Hubble.
- Give me that, now!

Hurry up.
- Here you go, Savage.

- All this paper, so many words.

They're too close together.

What does that say?

- He's not allowed to read that.

Wait, we need to plan.

- Hubble, stop.

- It's all right, Bricks.

- If the other clans hear about this

they'll never use us again.

- Then they'd better not hear about it.

- But they trust us!

- Well, I can't read with this little bug

buzzing around my head.

- The other clans will murder us.

- The monitors will protect us.

- Only if there are no
troublemakers around.

Get rid of this one!

- Savage, please.

He doesn't know what he's
saying, he's just a kid.

I want 'em gone.

Now!

- You know he has no other place to go.

He's a Blader.

This is the only home he has.

I don't care where he goes, Hubble.

But if it's such a big problem,

pick five more to go with 'em.

Maybe they can help him figure it out!

- Savage, look, don't do this.

We've done everything you've asked.

- That was then, and this is now.

And now I want more.

You pick five,

or I'll pick 10.

(Bladers chattering)

Alright, let's move out.

(Bladers chattering)

- Smart move.

And I've got just a place for 'em.

(dramatic music)

- Roll up the window, now!

(dramatic music)

- Here you go.

- Table's and my name, I'll
be in as soon as I get a spot.

- Can I ask you one favor?

Can we not talk about your father tonight?

- Maybe I won't talk at all.

(suspenseful piano music)

(plates shattering)

- Wow, great place.

I can see why you like to come here.

- It hasn't changed a
bit, don't you think, Jay?

- You mean since we
used to come here with?

- Whoa.
- I'm not supposed

to talk about that.

- So what's your favorite dish so far?

- Far the beige stuff.

- Have you tried the squid?

Think of it as a rubber
French fries with tentacles.

(mom laughing)

- Gross.

- Okay.

Would you like us to
order you something else?

How about some regular
fries, no tentacles?

- Anything, Jay, as long as
there's not too much garlic.

I don't want you complaining later

that I ate too much garlic.

(Steve clearing throat)
- Did you mention to Jay

about our plan?
- What plan?

- No big deal.

We were thinking we'd go to
San Francisco for the weekend.

- So, you're adults, you
don't need my permission.

- We'd really like you to come along, Jay.

- Oh, sure.

- It could be a lot of fun.

You know, I mean, it doesn't
have to be long weekend.

- I'd like us to start
doing things together.

- You mean like a family?

- Jay, I mean, I realize I'm
the new kid on the block,

but give me a chance, you know?

We can be friends.

- I don't need any more friends.

And I've already got a dad.

(door opening)

- Tell me you didn't do anything dumb.

- What was I supposed to do,

stay at home and listen to
all that family plan crap?

- So what are you gonna do?

- I have my own plan.

I'm not coming home tonight.

- [Alpha] Where are you?

- At the Jade Planet?

They're closing in a few minutes.

Can I meet you?

- I can't come out now.

Just 'cause you caught
yourself into a mess.

I'm not 9-1-1.

- Just go home, okay?

- Yeah, all right.

(phone clanking)

(buttons chiming)

(phone ringing)

Yeah, Keith, did I wake you?

- [Keith] No, I had to get up
to answer the phone anyway.

- Meet me at the donut shop.

All I had for dinner with squid.

(whimsical music)

It's a law of nature.

Everyone in a uniform loves a donut.

(reel spinning)

(donut dropping)

(footsteps)

- Uh, wait a minute, this is like trap.

(pounding music)
(guard falling)

- Good guess.

(tape tearing)

(boys chattering)

- Good move to get Flash.

- You mean you dragged me
in a bed for one monitor?

- There's a whole
monitor squad downstairs.

We've gotta kick butt.

- How many?

- Nine, maybe 10.

- Taken 10 before.

- No way, four, we took four once.

- Yeah, but we got these
little Blader guys.

- You want us to fight?

- Whose turf is this?

- I don't think we're
very good at fighting.

- But you are.

(papers crumbling)

- Don't they understand,
it's everybody's fight?

- Obviously you haven't
proved that point to them.

- Alpha, we need your help.

The great Amazon warrior, Alpha,

will come help fight the monitors.

Why didn't I think of that?

- Because you only think with your fist.

There's more than one way to fight.

- Is this gonna be some sneaky girl thing?

- Absolutely.

It means using your cerebral cortex.

What does she mean by that crack?

- Don't think about it.

- You're right, we've
wasted enough time thinking.

Now we gotta whip those
little guys in a shape.

(inspirational music)

(Keith grunting loudly)

- [Boys] Woo!

- Okay.

Now you try.

(inspirational music)

(boys grunting)

- How's it going?

- These guy's gonna make
a killer fighting machine,

but I don't think we can wait that long.

(boy grunting loudly)

(boy grunting loudly)

(boy grunting loudly)

- It's no use, we can't wait.

We gotta move now, when
they don't expect us.

(boy grunting loudly)

- This could get ugly.

(boy grunting loudly)

I mean, is this really our fight?

- If Finger gets control of the Bladers,

we'll never be able to knock him out.

(boy grunting loudly)

Our only weapon is surprise.

- Ah, Bladers rule!

- Yeah.
- Bladers rule!

- You wanted a surprise?

(Bladers screaming loudly)
- Aye, what's this?

What's going on?

- Okay, you guys, let's take 'em now!

(Savage laughing)
- Gotcha!

(Savage laughing)

Round them up.

Leave the big ones for me.

(Savage laughing)

- All right, you a
little Bladers, let's go.

- (sighs) Well, I hate fighting.

So when he comes in, I'm
just gonna kill 'em, Steve.

Yep, quickly and silently.

(mom giggling)

Well, you know, if I wasn't
laughing, I'd be crying.

- Are you still on the phone?

- I gotta go.

- Jay, it's three in the morning.

- I have to talk to you.

- Talk?

I don't wanna listen to you.

After what--
- You have to listen to me!

I'm not gonna let you duck me anymore.

- Whose idea was this
really, yours or Si's?

- Mine.

- Don't get me wrong, I
don't mind being here.

I just don't see what this
is going to accomplish.

- Hi, nice to see you again.

Please, sit down.

(patting)
Hey.

(somber music)

(door closing)

- I think these will be useful.

- How's this gonna help us?

We need state-of-the-art weapons.

- And that's what this is.

Nothing's more powerful than information.

Finger knows that.

- What do you want me to do with this?

- We have to hurry.

(intense music)

- I want her to stop
making this all my fault.

- I never said anything was your fault.

- You always ask me to be nice to him.

- What I hear you saying then,
Jay, is that when your mother

asked you to be nice to her boyfriend,

you feel she's selling-out your dad.

- Yeah.

You don't even want me to talk about 'em.

- [Si] You do that, Val?

- Jay's convinced his father is alive.

The doctors say it was a hallucination.

- See!

- Val, now why don't you want
Jay to talk about his father?

- Well, how can we get on with our lives

when he won't give up this fantasy?

- You sure that's what it is?

- Okay, say he is alive.

Then where the hell is he?

And why are you convinced
that he has all the answers?

What about me?

I have been here for you all along.

- So then, what I hear you saying, Val,

is when Jay wants his father,

you feel that he doesn't appreciate you.

- That's right.

- Jay?

- That's not true.

- Then why don't you ever tell me?

- You never listen.

- This is good.

- Good?

I hate this constant fighting.

- Psychologists have a technical
term for this fighting.

It's called communication.

- Ow, get lost!

- I believe this belongs to you.

(intense music)

- What is this?

- It's a weapon, state-of-the-art.

- No, you nitwit.

What's it supposed to mean?

- seems obvious to me.

When Finger's finished with you,

you're finished.

- I'm no dummy!

Why should I believe you?

- Perhaps it's time to
break out the big guns, sir.

- Hey, those are orders from the tower.

- That's right.

Monitor orders for next week.

I don't see your name here.

- Huh?

- But I do see one for your replacement.

(paper crinkling)

Looks like you're outta here.

- Where am I gonna be?

- According to that, compost.

You know too much.

Finger's planning on getting rid of you.

- Let's just call it a career transplant.

- No way.

I'll just go back to the tower.

- Oh yeah right.

Like you're gonna go argue with Finger.

- No, I'm gonna suck up to Macro!

(Bladers laughing)

- Get outta here.

This is Blader's turf.

- You little--
- Watch it.

Some of my best friends are short.

(intense music)

- Monitors, move out!

- What?
- I don't get it.

What's he talkin' about?
- I don't know.

- Hey.
- I said roll out!

- All right, we're going.

- Thought if we gave
them what they wanted,

they'd let us be.

- But you have to know
when to take a stand.

'Cause once you give it all away,

there's nothing left for yourself.

(Bladers cheering)