Among Us (2026) s01e05 Episode Script
Good Vibes Only
1
♪
♪
ORANGE:
Thank goodness you're all here.
I came to the Reactor Room
to find Red,
but instead I found death.
The paperwork never ends.
- [all whimpering]
- PURPLE: Orange! Freeze!
RED: Uh, because you're
about to step in some bloodle.
Uh, we wouldn't want you
to take a tumble.
What a fumble. [Chuckles]
ORANGE:
Thank you, Red.
I would hate to have
to explain to myself
why I don't qualify
for workers' comp.
RED:
Wouldn't that be a hassle?
- [laughing]
- ORANGE: Yeah.
[laughing]
PURPLE:
Uh, Red, is your visor cracked?
- We all saw that Orange
- RED: Was Lucky Lime spontaneously combusted
before Orange could
become the next victim.
[laughs]
Uh, how about some pizza
to celebrate your not-death?
In fact, I think we should
all go to the cafeteria.
YELLOW:
[gasps] Agreed.
We should all decompress
with some pizza.
I know I'm feeling
very compressed.
Orange, how'd you like
a classic cheese pizza?
ORANGE: Perfect! Except
no cheese, no sauce,
no salt and no baking it.
- YELLOW: So, just raw dough?
- ORANGE: Exactly.
BROWN:
Delicious.
ORANGE: I'm lucky I didn't
arrive a moment sooner.
I suspect Lime's
horrifying makeshift weapon
backfired and killed them.
RED: Well, you know
what MIRA says: Only use.
- MIRA-approved munitions.
- ORANGE: MIRA-approved munitions.
[Red and Orange laughing]
- ORANGE: Oh, you just send me.
- RED: Yep, yep, yep.
ORANGE: I'll have to
write that one down.
- Oh, no.
- RED: Whoa.
ORANGE: Lime's entrails
got all over my favorite pen.
What a shame.
GREEN:
Oh
BLACK:
Ugh, that's morbid, even for me.
RED:
Hmm. Stinky, stinky.
Smells like
the trash chute is clogged.
Orange, will you come
check it out with me?
GREEN: Oh, but I just
scrubbed the trash chute.
[all shushing]
ORANGE:
Epic tasking, Green.
RED:
[chuckles] Yeah, awesome.
CYAN: I still can't
believe Lime's dead.
I wish we had something to help
process and rebuild trust.
[Purple gasps]
Yeah, something like
a trust ball.
Huh? A ball? Huh? Huh?
RED:
Uh Oh.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Orange, I do see something.
Oop, there's a trust ball
down there.
ORANGE: Oh, no. Trust
balls are so important.
And expensive.
GREEN: Aren't all the
trust balls plugging the hole
in the hole in the storage room?
BLACK: We're trying
to do something here.
CYAN:
Shh! Get on our frequency.
RED:
Uh, all except this trust ball.
[grunting]
Oh, drat.
I can't reach it
without doing something
super cool but dangerous.
ORANGE: That sounds
like a liability. Do not fear,
I will get this extremely
important piece of HR equipment.
[grunts] Almost got it.
Okay, d-d-don't worry.
[chuckles]
I'm on the case.
- [Red grunts]
- ORANGE: Oh, dear!
[all screaming]
CYAN:
What do we do now?
ORANGE:
Oopsie-doopsie!
I fell when Red
accidentally pushed me
with the full force
of their entire body. [Laughs]
- PURPLE: That was on purpose.
- ORANGE: Oh.
RED: As captain, I say
we should kill Orange.
Uh, probably.
Uh, shouldn't we?
PURPLE: Orange is a
crewmate-murdering alien imposter.
We should definitely kill them.
GREEN: B-But it still
sounds like our friend Orange.
YELLOW: What if there's a piece
of the real Orange inside that alien?
BLACK: Maybe it's like a
cellular duplicate of Orange,
all the way down
to the memories,
but slightly more evil.
PURPLE: Who cares?
We have to kill Orange
or Orange will kill us.
We should open the trash chute
and launch them into space.
RED:
Purple, shut up. [Clears throat]
Clearly, we should
open the trash chute
and launch Orange into space.
But are we, like,
for sure for sure.
Orange is gonna
keep killing crewmates?
PURPLE: Orange? Are you
gonna keep killing crewmates?
ORANGE:
Yeah.
PURPLE:
What was that?
ORANGE:
I said yeah!
PURPLE:
And there's your answer.
RED:
Okay, I'm calling it.
Let's eject that alien scum.
ORANGE:
Fun reminder:
per MIRA, you are required
to take a group vote
before ejecting any crewmates
into the endless abyss of space.
I can't authorize my death
until I hear a vote.
[all clamoring]
- PURPLE: Punch it!
- BLACK: Do it!
RED:
Even in a crisis,
I do everything
by the MIRA code.
All those in favor of ejecting
Orange, the alien imposter
from which I am single-handedly
saving you from,
- say "aye."
- ALL: Aye.
ORANGE: Congratulations
on a successful ejection vo
[screaming]
[snarling, gurgling]
- ALL: Ugh.
- RED: Ugh, yucky.
Aha.
That's the pink gooey stuff
that was on both
White and Blue's bodies.
The pink goop
is proof that Orange
was the killer
of all the crewmates.
[gasps]
I solved the mysterious murders!
- ALL: Yay.
- RED: It's party time.
ALL:
Yay! [Whooping]
RED:
Well, except for you, Green.
You go clean up Lime's body.
But [groans]
Aye aye, Captain.
[sighs]
When I'm captain,
I won't make anyone
clean up the dead bodies.
RED:
[giggling] Oh, I'm the best.
[laughs]
CYAN: Ooh, should we
get our party suits on?
YELLOW:
I only have one suit.
Fast fashion is a plague
of conspicuous consumption.
RED:
Yes. Time to get spiffy.
And that's an order.
♪
[Green gags]
[gulps]
Ugh.
♪
- PURPLE: [grunts] Sorry.
- RED: Oh, didn't see you there, buddy.
Locked up Lime's weird weapon
where no one'll find it.
Hey, thanks for the assist
back there with Orange.
PURPLE:
Overall, it was a good plan.
Credit where credit is due,
I guess.
RED:
Purps and Redsie back together.
Uh, well, I mean,
it would be Redsie and Purps.
I mean, I'm the captain, so,
obviously, my name
would go first.
PURPLE: For once, could you take
your head out of your own
You know what? It's fine.
RED:
Yeah, it is fine.
And the Skeld rides on,
crew-mbaya. ♪
CYAN:
Join us.
[distorted]:
Join us.
PURPLE:
Hey, w-w-wh
♪
YELLOW:
Check it out. I drew Blue.
BROWN:
Blue is so great.
RED:
I love Blue's torso.
PURPLE:
Mm. I love Blue's bottom.
RED: Don't let HR
hear you say that.
[laughing]
PURPLE:
But they're dead, so they can't.
GREEN: Wow, their blue skin
is so lifelike.
But Blue is dead.
YELLOW: White, Lime,
Orange and Blue are dead.
BROWN:
This is sad.
BLACK:
This is bad sad.
CYAN:
Hey! None of that.
[grunts]
Good vibes only.
♪
RED:
Trust fall. Whee!
- [thud]
- [grunts]
[laughs]
PURPLE:
Why didn't it work?
GREEN: Are we not trusting
each other hard enough?
I can trust harder. [Grunts]
[straining]
CYAN: Added weight,
both societal and physical,
is holding us back
from reaching pure unity.
We must free ourselves.
PURPLE:
Oh, my gosh.
Ooh. [Chuckles]
Oh, my
[Cyan sighs]
RED: Hey, everybody.
Uh-oh, where's the hand going?
[giggles]
Eh? Eh? What's back there?
[laughs]
CYAN:
Allow me.
♪
YELLOW:
We're gonna live forever!
ALL:
Forever!
Whoa!
CYAN:
Oh I need to move my body!
[whimpering]
[giggling, moaning]
♪
- YELLOW: Uh-huh!
- BROWN: I feel euphoric.
YELLOW:
I feel euphoric.
GREEN:
I feel like a worm.
RED:
Eh? Eh? Nice moves, Purps.
PURPLE: [chuckles] Not
too bad yourself, Redsie.
BLACK:
So what are vibes, exactly?
Vibes are an emotional frequency
created and received
like a two-way radio
between two mates' souls.
BLACK:
Now, that's deep.
PURPLE:
Conga line!
♪
RED:
Hey. Wouldn't it be weird
if we had, like,
long tubey things
connecting our hands
to our bodies?
GREEN: What are you
even saying right now?
[overlapping chatter]
RED: Hey, this is
what I do I theorize.
[chuckles]
BLACK:
I see our layers.
Like layers of strata
in sedimentary rocks.
You know what?
You rock.
You rock. And you rock.
And you
We all rock.
- RED: Aw.
- YELLOW: We do?
- PURPLE: Yeah, we do.
- GREEN: Am I a rock?
RED:
You know what? We all rock.
PURPLE: Do you
think fishmates are flying
but, like, in the water?
CYAN: Pur-Purp-Purple. You
should introduce everyone to your
best-t-t-t-t-t friend.
PURPLE:
My best-t-t-t friend
loves friends!
Come on, mates.
Come on, let's come on.
Let's just go, let's come on
to the Oxygen Room.
RED:
Yep, right behind you, buddy.
[chuckles]
BLACK:
We should get undressed again.
PURPLE: I'm gonna go straight
and then I'm gonna make a right.
But then I'm gonna be in it,
I'm gonna be in it,
I'm gonna be right in it.
Ooh, okay, steady there.
[chuckles, clears throat]
[humming "Happy Birthday"]
[vocalizing]
[stops vocalizing]
Heracles! No
[inhales]
o!
[gasping]
Hypoxia symptoms?
[gasps]
Loss of judgement.
RED:
Trust fall. Whee!
Oof. [Laughs]
PURPLE:
Why didn't it work?
[gasping] Euphoria.
BROWN:
I feel euphoric.
Blue skin.
GREEN: Wow, their
blue skin is so lifelike.
But Blue is dead.
[distorted]:
Dead. Dead.
[screaming]
PURPLE: [gasping] We
all have hypo hy poxy.
No air!
[panting]
[grunts, inhales deeply]
Come on. Come on.
Snap out of it.
[gasping]
One, two, three, four, five.
What? One, two, three,
four, five.
Damn it! Why isn't it working?
I put in the code.
What?
Why is it a two-keypad fix?
What kind of sicko writes
on the back of a sticky note?!
[gasps]
Oh, no. The others.
I have to warn them.
[panting]
Oh
Keybot, Keybot, Keybot. Keybot.
Chirp.
♪
♪
ORANGE:
Thank goodness you're all here.
I came to the Reactor Room
to find Red,
but instead I found death.
The paperwork never ends.
- [all whimpering]
- PURPLE: Orange! Freeze!
RED: Uh, because you're
about to step in some bloodle.
Uh, we wouldn't want you
to take a tumble.
What a fumble. [Chuckles]
ORANGE:
Thank you, Red.
I would hate to have
to explain to myself
why I don't qualify
for workers' comp.
RED:
Wouldn't that be a hassle?
- [laughing]
- ORANGE: Yeah.
[laughing]
PURPLE:
Uh, Red, is your visor cracked?
- We all saw that Orange
- RED: Was Lucky Lime spontaneously combusted
before Orange could
become the next victim.
[laughs]
Uh, how about some pizza
to celebrate your not-death?
In fact, I think we should
all go to the cafeteria.
YELLOW:
[gasps] Agreed.
We should all decompress
with some pizza.
I know I'm feeling
very compressed.
Orange, how'd you like
a classic cheese pizza?
ORANGE: Perfect! Except
no cheese, no sauce,
no salt and no baking it.
- YELLOW: So, just raw dough?
- ORANGE: Exactly.
BROWN:
Delicious.
ORANGE: I'm lucky I didn't
arrive a moment sooner.
I suspect Lime's
horrifying makeshift weapon
backfired and killed them.
RED: Well, you know
what MIRA says: Only use.
- MIRA-approved munitions.
- ORANGE: MIRA-approved munitions.
[Red and Orange laughing]
- ORANGE: Oh, you just send me.
- RED: Yep, yep, yep.
ORANGE: I'll have to
write that one down.
- Oh, no.
- RED: Whoa.
ORANGE: Lime's entrails
got all over my favorite pen.
What a shame.
GREEN:
Oh
BLACK:
Ugh, that's morbid, even for me.
RED:
Hmm. Stinky, stinky.
Smells like
the trash chute is clogged.
Orange, will you come
check it out with me?
GREEN: Oh, but I just
scrubbed the trash chute.
[all shushing]
ORANGE:
Epic tasking, Green.
RED:
[chuckles] Yeah, awesome.
CYAN: I still can't
believe Lime's dead.
I wish we had something to help
process and rebuild trust.
[Purple gasps]
Yeah, something like
a trust ball.
Huh? A ball? Huh? Huh?
RED:
Uh Oh.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Orange, I do see something.
Oop, there's a trust ball
down there.
ORANGE: Oh, no. Trust
balls are so important.
And expensive.
GREEN: Aren't all the
trust balls plugging the hole
in the hole in the storage room?
BLACK: We're trying
to do something here.
CYAN:
Shh! Get on our frequency.
RED:
Uh, all except this trust ball.
[grunting]
Oh, drat.
I can't reach it
without doing something
super cool but dangerous.
ORANGE: That sounds
like a liability. Do not fear,
I will get this extremely
important piece of HR equipment.
[grunts] Almost got it.
Okay, d-d-don't worry.
[chuckles]
I'm on the case.
- [Red grunts]
- ORANGE: Oh, dear!
[all screaming]
CYAN:
What do we do now?
ORANGE:
Oopsie-doopsie!
I fell when Red
accidentally pushed me
with the full force
of their entire body. [Laughs]
- PURPLE: That was on purpose.
- ORANGE: Oh.
RED: As captain, I say
we should kill Orange.
Uh, probably.
Uh, shouldn't we?
PURPLE: Orange is a
crewmate-murdering alien imposter.
We should definitely kill them.
GREEN: B-But it still
sounds like our friend Orange.
YELLOW: What if there's a piece
of the real Orange inside that alien?
BLACK: Maybe it's like a
cellular duplicate of Orange,
all the way down
to the memories,
but slightly more evil.
PURPLE: Who cares?
We have to kill Orange
or Orange will kill us.
We should open the trash chute
and launch them into space.
RED:
Purple, shut up. [Clears throat]
Clearly, we should
open the trash chute
and launch Orange into space.
But are we, like,
for sure for sure.
Orange is gonna
keep killing crewmates?
PURPLE: Orange? Are you
gonna keep killing crewmates?
ORANGE:
Yeah.
PURPLE:
What was that?
ORANGE:
I said yeah!
PURPLE:
And there's your answer.
RED:
Okay, I'm calling it.
Let's eject that alien scum.
ORANGE:
Fun reminder:
per MIRA, you are required
to take a group vote
before ejecting any crewmates
into the endless abyss of space.
I can't authorize my death
until I hear a vote.
[all clamoring]
- PURPLE: Punch it!
- BLACK: Do it!
RED:
Even in a crisis,
I do everything
by the MIRA code.
All those in favor of ejecting
Orange, the alien imposter
from which I am single-handedly
saving you from,
- say "aye."
- ALL: Aye.
ORANGE: Congratulations
on a successful ejection vo
[screaming]
[snarling, gurgling]
- ALL: Ugh.
- RED: Ugh, yucky.
Aha.
That's the pink gooey stuff
that was on both
White and Blue's bodies.
The pink goop
is proof that Orange
was the killer
of all the crewmates.
[gasps]
I solved the mysterious murders!
- ALL: Yay.
- RED: It's party time.
ALL:
Yay! [Whooping]
RED:
Well, except for you, Green.
You go clean up Lime's body.
But [groans]
Aye aye, Captain.
[sighs]
When I'm captain,
I won't make anyone
clean up the dead bodies.
RED:
[giggling] Oh, I'm the best.
[laughs]
CYAN: Ooh, should we
get our party suits on?
YELLOW:
I only have one suit.
Fast fashion is a plague
of conspicuous consumption.
RED:
Yes. Time to get spiffy.
And that's an order.
♪
[Green gags]
[gulps]
Ugh.
♪
- PURPLE: [grunts] Sorry.
- RED: Oh, didn't see you there, buddy.
Locked up Lime's weird weapon
where no one'll find it.
Hey, thanks for the assist
back there with Orange.
PURPLE:
Overall, it was a good plan.
Credit where credit is due,
I guess.
RED:
Purps and Redsie back together.
Uh, well, I mean,
it would be Redsie and Purps.
I mean, I'm the captain, so,
obviously, my name
would go first.
PURPLE: For once, could you take
your head out of your own
You know what? It's fine.
RED:
Yeah, it is fine.
And the Skeld rides on,
crew-mbaya. ♪
CYAN:
Join us.
[distorted]:
Join us.
PURPLE:
Hey, w-w-wh
♪
YELLOW:
Check it out. I drew Blue.
BROWN:
Blue is so great.
RED:
I love Blue's torso.
PURPLE:
Mm. I love Blue's bottom.
RED: Don't let HR
hear you say that.
[laughing]
PURPLE:
But they're dead, so they can't.
GREEN: Wow, their blue skin
is so lifelike.
But Blue is dead.
YELLOW: White, Lime,
Orange and Blue are dead.
BROWN:
This is sad.
BLACK:
This is bad sad.
CYAN:
Hey! None of that.
[grunts]
Good vibes only.
♪
RED:
Trust fall. Whee!
- [thud]
- [grunts]
[laughs]
PURPLE:
Why didn't it work?
GREEN: Are we not trusting
each other hard enough?
I can trust harder. [Grunts]
[straining]
CYAN: Added weight,
both societal and physical,
is holding us back
from reaching pure unity.
We must free ourselves.
PURPLE:
Oh, my gosh.
Ooh. [Chuckles]
Oh, my
[Cyan sighs]
RED: Hey, everybody.
Uh-oh, where's the hand going?
[giggles]
Eh? Eh? What's back there?
[laughs]
CYAN:
Allow me.
♪
YELLOW:
We're gonna live forever!
ALL:
Forever!
Whoa!
CYAN:
Oh I need to move my body!
[whimpering]
[giggling, moaning]
♪
- YELLOW: Uh-huh!
- BROWN: I feel euphoric.
YELLOW:
I feel euphoric.
GREEN:
I feel like a worm.
RED:
Eh? Eh? Nice moves, Purps.
PURPLE: [chuckles] Not
too bad yourself, Redsie.
BLACK:
So what are vibes, exactly?
Vibes are an emotional frequency
created and received
like a two-way radio
between two mates' souls.
BLACK:
Now, that's deep.
PURPLE:
Conga line!
♪
RED:
Hey. Wouldn't it be weird
if we had, like,
long tubey things
connecting our hands
to our bodies?
GREEN: What are you
even saying right now?
[overlapping chatter]
RED: Hey, this is
what I do I theorize.
[chuckles]
BLACK:
I see our layers.
Like layers of strata
in sedimentary rocks.
You know what?
You rock.
You rock. And you rock.
And you
We all rock.
- RED: Aw.
- YELLOW: We do?
- PURPLE: Yeah, we do.
- GREEN: Am I a rock?
RED:
You know what? We all rock.
PURPLE: Do you
think fishmates are flying
but, like, in the water?
CYAN: Pur-Purp-Purple. You
should introduce everyone to your
best-t-t-t-t-t friend.
PURPLE:
My best-t-t-t friend
loves friends!
Come on, mates.
Come on, let's come on.
Let's just go, let's come on
to the Oxygen Room.
RED:
Yep, right behind you, buddy.
[chuckles]
BLACK:
We should get undressed again.
PURPLE: I'm gonna go straight
and then I'm gonna make a right.
But then I'm gonna be in it,
I'm gonna be in it,
I'm gonna be right in it.
Ooh, okay, steady there.
[chuckles, clears throat]
[humming "Happy Birthday"]
[vocalizing]
[stops vocalizing]
Heracles! No
[inhales]
o!
[gasping]
Hypoxia symptoms?
[gasps]
Loss of judgement.
RED:
Trust fall. Whee!
Oof. [Laughs]
PURPLE:
Why didn't it work?
[gasping] Euphoria.
BROWN:
I feel euphoric.
Blue skin.
GREEN: Wow, their
blue skin is so lifelike.
But Blue is dead.
[distorted]:
Dead. Dead.
[screaming]
PURPLE: [gasping] We
all have hypo hy poxy.
No air!
[panting]
[grunts, inhales deeply]
Come on. Come on.
Snap out of it.
[gasping]
One, two, three, four, five.
What? One, two, three,
four, five.
Damn it! Why isn't it working?
I put in the code.
What?
Why is it a two-keypad fix?
What kind of sicko writes
on the back of a sticky note?!
[gasps]
Oh, no. The others.
I have to warn them.
[panting]
Oh
Keybot, Keybot, Keybot. Keybot.
Chirp.