The Real Adventures of Jonny Quest (1996–1997): Season 2, Episode 15 - Village of the Doomed - full transcript
[theme music]
[music continues]
[computer whirring]
[tribal beats]
[birds screeching]
[chainsaw revving]
[creaking]
thud
[whirring]
[dramatic music]
Hold the jug here, Jonny.
I do not understand why
we must hide from the loggers.
Yeah, Ngama. I mean,
we're only collecting sap.
I'm afraid that
those loggers might think
'we're spiking the trees.'
[sizzling]
Come. We must collect
as much sap as possible
before they clear cut
this entire area.
'My father's research
depends on it.'
(Dr. Quest)
'You've made an
extraordinary find, Tigari.'
This tree sap
has amazing curative powers.
My tribe has used it
for generations.
It is why they can live so long
in such adverse surroundings.
Did the kids say
where they were going?
They are collecting
more sap for me.
In case your ban on the clear
cutting doesn't arrive on time.
The Zimbabi tribe cannot live
without the life enhancing
sap of these trees.
Don't worry. I made them
promise to keep well clear
of the logging area.
Drums?
[drum beats]
It is coming from
the Zimbati village.
Those are war drums.
We'd better find
Jonny and the others.
[drumbeats continue]
[fire rustling]
[chainsaw whirring]
[drumbeats continue]
Oh!
[speaking in native language]
Ow! A-ah!
Ngama!
[static]
What's going on?
Get those machines
started again.
[distant stomping]
[distant stomping]
[stomping]
[exclaiming]
- What is that, Hadji?
- I am not sure I want to know.
[somber music]
[creaking]
[creaking]
[whizzing]
[stomping]
[gun cocking]
[intense music]
[gunshots]
Over that way.
Come on!
(male #1)
'It was probably
just a rogue elephant.'
Get back to work.
[gasping]
[stomping]
[intense music]
[growling]
[screaming]
Man, Hadji. Something's
tearing up that logging site.
Yes. We had better get
Ngama away from here.
[growling]
[tires screeching]
[growling]
[Jonny screaming]
thud
[debris rumbling]
You boys alright?
Thanks to you.
- Father.
- Ngama!
Hm. I might've known
I'd find you connected
to this sabotage, Tigari.
We had nothing to do
with any of this.
Uh...save it for Mr. Segala.
Come on, move it.
All of you.
So, what have we here?
Yet another snake oil doctor
that has managed
to get in the way
of my business?
It won't be
your business for long.
Once the ban on logging
is signed in Duala.
Funny thing about government
proclamations like that.
It may be a few days before it
reaches the local constabulary.
And I'll have most of this
jungle mowed down by then.
What kind of jerk are you?
These trees are worth more
to civilization than plywood
or hamburger wrappers.
They maybe the key
to a cure for cancer.
Wrong. They hold the key
to my pension. Ha-ha-ha.
Now, if you'll excuse me.
I've got to get
a crew back up there.
- Make sure they don't leave.
- My son is ill. He needs help.
Tough. Alright,
let's move it.
Get those machines
up to the cutting site.
I want seven flat-beds
filled before night fall.
[engine revving]
[tribal beats]
[tribal beats continue]
What the devil
is all that noise?
- Drums.
- Really?
- Oh, what are they saying?
- How should I know?
I was born
a thousand miles from here.
Come on.
Let's get going.
- Father! Help me.
- Ngama.
[tribal beats continue]
[tribals mumbling
in native language]
He's going into shock.
[static]
[growling]
[tires screeching]
[crashing]
He needs adrenaline.
Right now!
It's locked.
Get away from there.
[grunting]
[dramatic music]
[gunshot]
[growling]
[screaming]
[tires screeching]
[growling]
[glass shattering]
Dad, catch.
Oh!
Oh! Oh!
[explosion]
What is wrong with him, Benton?
- I'm not sure.
- There's a jeep outside.
We can airlift him
out in our chopper.
[jeep approaching]
Uh...dad.
'We've got company.'
The boy cannot leave.
He has been chosen
by the gaurdian.
I'm sorry, old man
but I have
no time for fairytales.
You, Tigari, have been
too long in those city clothes.
But your blood is still
of the Zabati tribe. As is his.
I'm sorry. But chosen
or not, this kid is sick.
'And we're taking him to Duala.'
He is my son.
I cannot let him die.
And what of your people?
[chopper whirring]
[chanting in native language]
Uh-oh.
It's happening again.
[chanting continues]
[growling]
Come on. We've almost
got enough torque speed.
[growling]
[growling]
clang
click
Everybody out! Now!
[growling]
[dramatic music]
What does being chosen mean?
Nothing. Nothing at all.
Well, it obviously
means something to...them.
[somber music]
There's absolutely nothing
physically wrong with him.
It is as if his life
is draining out of him.
Well, there may be one way
to find the explaination.
If we can hook him
into Quest World
'we might be able to figure out
what's going on inside him.'
[keys whirring]
Quest World, log on.
Going hot.
[dramatic music]
You seeing this, Hadji?
Where's Ngama's quest
for a persona?
(Hadji)
Well, from the readings I'm
picking up, you're inside it.
'Um...there's
something else, Jonny.'
'You're not alone there.'
'I'm picking up
another energy source.'
[growling]
(Jonny)
'And I don't think
it's friendly.'
thump
[growling]
Any idea of what's on the
other side of this door, Hadji?
(Hadji)
'It is beyond
the Quest World scanners.'
whoosh
[gasping]
(Jonny)
Tigari, what was that thing?
It is the guardian
of the Zibati tribe.
There is nothing we can do.
It's draining
your son of life.
We have to do something.
- You can't give up.
- Don't you think I know that?
All my life, I thought the tales
were just simply myths.
I should never
have come back here.
Ever since the beginning
of time, the Zibati tribe
'my tribe has been
protected by a spiritual God.'
'He could always be called
in times of great need'
'to crush the tribe's enemies.'
'The gaurdian channels
its energies through a person.'
But the physical and spiritual
strain causes the death
of the chosen one.
'Because of the loggers, it has
chosen to enter our world again'
through my son.
We've got to do
something, Hadji.
'Ngama won't survive another
visit from that guardian thing.'
There may be a way.
Ngama isn't skilled enough
to fight the guardian's
psychic energies, but..
- You might be.
- Exactly.
At the right time,
I could channel the guardian's
energy from Ngama to myself.
Then we can destroy it.
[dramatic music]
So...it begins.
[brum beats]
[chanting in native language]
[groaning]
- You're ready, Hadji?
- Ready as I'll ever be.
[groaning]
[grunting]
Ah!
[dramatic music]
Quest World, log on.
Subjects, Jonny Quest
and Hadji Singh.
Going hot.
[music continues]
(Hadji)
'Jonny, help me.'
'Stop that door from opeing.'
[grunting]
[rumbling]
[growling]
Activate laser gatling gun.
Quest world weapons
aren't working, Hadji.
(Hadji)
'Because this
is not a game, Jonny.'
'We are no longer
in Quest World.'
'We are inside my head.'
It's walking right by us.
(Hadji)
'Yes. I believe it must
have bigger fish to fry.'
'So to speak.'
[guns cocking]
[distant stomping]
Get ready, men.
[stomping intensifies]
Light it.
whosh
[dramatic music]
Open fire!
[gunshots]
Fall back.
Fall back!
(Hadji)
'Jonny, look.'
'If that light is the source
of the guardian's power'
'in the real world,
and if we can shut it off..'
'...goodbye, Mr. Guardian.'
[growling]
[grunting]
[zapping]
[growling]
[roaring]
[grunting]
[clanging]
[explosion]
Come on!
[growling]
[rumbling]
[growling]
[roaring]
thud
[roaring]
[roaring continues]
[door rumbling]
[growling]
(Hadji)
'Hah. Thank you, Jonny.'
'Nice shot, by the way.'
[crowd chattering]
Well, with this ban
on clear cutting
I doubt that
the loggers will return.
Thank you.
Ha-ha. Heck, the way Mr. Segala
and his men ran out of here
I bet nobody'd ever try
and log this area again.
Thank you.
I owe you both my life.
A life is never owed
when saved out of friendship.
- I do feel bad about one thing.
- What is that?
Well, that ban not only put
all those loggers out of work
but...how easy can it be for
the gaurdian to find a new job?
[crowd laughing]
[theme music]
[music continues]
[music continues]
[computer whirring]
[tribal beats]
[birds screeching]
[chainsaw revving]
[creaking]
thud
[whirring]
[dramatic music]
Hold the jug here, Jonny.
I do not understand why
we must hide from the loggers.
Yeah, Ngama. I mean,
we're only collecting sap.
I'm afraid that
those loggers might think
'we're spiking the trees.'
[sizzling]
Come. We must collect
as much sap as possible
before they clear cut
this entire area.
'My father's research
depends on it.'
(Dr. Quest)
'You've made an
extraordinary find, Tigari.'
This tree sap
has amazing curative powers.
My tribe has used it
for generations.
It is why they can live so long
in such adverse surroundings.
Did the kids say
where they were going?
They are collecting
more sap for me.
In case your ban on the clear
cutting doesn't arrive on time.
The Zimbabi tribe cannot live
without the life enhancing
sap of these trees.
Don't worry. I made them
promise to keep well clear
of the logging area.
Drums?
[drum beats]
It is coming from
the Zimbati village.
Those are war drums.
We'd better find
Jonny and the others.
[drumbeats continue]
[fire rustling]
[chainsaw whirring]
[drumbeats continue]
Oh!
[speaking in native language]
Ow! A-ah!
Ngama!
[static]
What's going on?
Get those machines
started again.
[distant stomping]
[distant stomping]
[stomping]
[exclaiming]
- What is that, Hadji?
- I am not sure I want to know.
[somber music]
[creaking]
[creaking]
[whizzing]
[stomping]
[gun cocking]
[intense music]
[gunshots]
Over that way.
Come on!
(male #1)
'It was probably
just a rogue elephant.'
Get back to work.
[gasping]
[stomping]
[intense music]
[growling]
[screaming]
Man, Hadji. Something's
tearing up that logging site.
Yes. We had better get
Ngama away from here.
[growling]
[tires screeching]
[growling]
[Jonny screaming]
thud
[debris rumbling]
You boys alright?
Thanks to you.
- Father.
- Ngama!
Hm. I might've known
I'd find you connected
to this sabotage, Tigari.
We had nothing to do
with any of this.
Uh...save it for Mr. Segala.
Come on, move it.
All of you.
So, what have we here?
Yet another snake oil doctor
that has managed
to get in the way
of my business?
It won't be
your business for long.
Once the ban on logging
is signed in Duala.
Funny thing about government
proclamations like that.
It may be a few days before it
reaches the local constabulary.
And I'll have most of this
jungle mowed down by then.
What kind of jerk are you?
These trees are worth more
to civilization than plywood
or hamburger wrappers.
They maybe the key
to a cure for cancer.
Wrong. They hold the key
to my pension. Ha-ha-ha.
Now, if you'll excuse me.
I've got to get
a crew back up there.
- Make sure they don't leave.
- My son is ill. He needs help.
Tough. Alright,
let's move it.
Get those machines
up to the cutting site.
I want seven flat-beds
filled before night fall.
[engine revving]
[tribal beats]
[tribal beats continue]
What the devil
is all that noise?
- Drums.
- Really?
- Oh, what are they saying?
- How should I know?
I was born
a thousand miles from here.
Come on.
Let's get going.
- Father! Help me.
- Ngama.
[tribal beats continue]
[tribals mumbling
in native language]
He's going into shock.
[static]
[growling]
[tires screeching]
[crashing]
He needs adrenaline.
Right now!
It's locked.
Get away from there.
[grunting]
[dramatic music]
[gunshot]
[growling]
[screaming]
[tires screeching]
[growling]
[glass shattering]
Dad, catch.
Oh!
Oh! Oh!
[explosion]
What is wrong with him, Benton?
- I'm not sure.
- There's a jeep outside.
We can airlift him
out in our chopper.
[jeep approaching]
Uh...dad.
'We've got company.'
The boy cannot leave.
He has been chosen
by the gaurdian.
I'm sorry, old man
but I have
no time for fairytales.
You, Tigari, have been
too long in those city clothes.
But your blood is still
of the Zabati tribe. As is his.
I'm sorry. But chosen
or not, this kid is sick.
'And we're taking him to Duala.'
He is my son.
I cannot let him die.
And what of your people?
[chopper whirring]
[chanting in native language]
Uh-oh.
It's happening again.
[chanting continues]
[growling]
Come on. We've almost
got enough torque speed.
[growling]
[growling]
clang
click
Everybody out! Now!
[growling]
[dramatic music]
What does being chosen mean?
Nothing. Nothing at all.
Well, it obviously
means something to...them.
[somber music]
There's absolutely nothing
physically wrong with him.
It is as if his life
is draining out of him.
Well, there may be one way
to find the explaination.
If we can hook him
into Quest World
'we might be able to figure out
what's going on inside him.'
[keys whirring]
Quest World, log on.
Going hot.
[dramatic music]
You seeing this, Hadji?
Where's Ngama's quest
for a persona?
(Hadji)
Well, from the readings I'm
picking up, you're inside it.
'Um...there's
something else, Jonny.'
'You're not alone there.'
'I'm picking up
another energy source.'
[growling]
(Jonny)
'And I don't think
it's friendly.'
thump
[growling]
Any idea of what's on the
other side of this door, Hadji?
(Hadji)
'It is beyond
the Quest World scanners.'
whoosh
[gasping]
(Jonny)
Tigari, what was that thing?
It is the guardian
of the Zibati tribe.
There is nothing we can do.
It's draining
your son of life.
We have to do something.
- You can't give up.
- Don't you think I know that?
All my life, I thought the tales
were just simply myths.
I should never
have come back here.
Ever since the beginning
of time, the Zibati tribe
'my tribe has been
protected by a spiritual God.'
'He could always be called
in times of great need'
'to crush the tribe's enemies.'
'The gaurdian channels
its energies through a person.'
But the physical and spiritual
strain causes the death
of the chosen one.
'Because of the loggers, it has
chosen to enter our world again'
through my son.
We've got to do
something, Hadji.
'Ngama won't survive another
visit from that guardian thing.'
There may be a way.
Ngama isn't skilled enough
to fight the guardian's
psychic energies, but..
- You might be.
- Exactly.
At the right time,
I could channel the guardian's
energy from Ngama to myself.
Then we can destroy it.
[dramatic music]
So...it begins.
[brum beats]
[chanting in native language]
[groaning]
- You're ready, Hadji?
- Ready as I'll ever be.
[groaning]
[grunting]
Ah!
[dramatic music]
Quest World, log on.
Subjects, Jonny Quest
and Hadji Singh.
Going hot.
[music continues]
(Hadji)
'Jonny, help me.'
'Stop that door from opeing.'
[grunting]
[rumbling]
[growling]
Activate laser gatling gun.
Quest world weapons
aren't working, Hadji.
(Hadji)
'Because this
is not a game, Jonny.'
'We are no longer
in Quest World.'
'We are inside my head.'
It's walking right by us.
(Hadji)
'Yes. I believe it must
have bigger fish to fry.'
'So to speak.'
[guns cocking]
[distant stomping]
Get ready, men.
[stomping intensifies]
Light it.
whosh
[dramatic music]
Open fire!
[gunshots]
Fall back.
Fall back!
(Hadji)
'Jonny, look.'
'If that light is the source
of the guardian's power'
'in the real world,
and if we can shut it off..'
'...goodbye, Mr. Guardian.'
[growling]
[grunting]
[zapping]
[growling]
[roaring]
[grunting]
[clanging]
[explosion]
Come on!
[growling]
[rumbling]
[growling]
[roaring]
thud
[roaring]
[roaring continues]
[door rumbling]
[growling]
(Hadji)
'Hah. Thank you, Jonny.'
'Nice shot, by the way.'
[crowd chattering]
Well, with this ban
on clear cutting
I doubt that
the loggers will return.
Thank you.
Ha-ha. Heck, the way Mr. Segala
and his men ran out of here
I bet nobody'd ever try
and log this area again.
Thank you.
I owe you both my life.
A life is never owed
when saved out of friendship.
- I do feel bad about one thing.
- What is that?
Well, that ban not only put
all those loggers out of work
but...how easy can it be for
the gaurdian to find a new job?
[crowd laughing]
[theme music]
[music continues]