Monkey Wrench (2022) s01e05 Episode Script

[female narrator] In the beginning,
there was a flash of white.
[gentle music playing]
And from that white,
the three colors emerged.
Primaries red, yellow, and blue.
Together, they painted the galaxy's
blank canvas with life.
Far and wide, their children spread.
But the eldest of their children,
the Terrans, grew too arrogant.
They sought to create a new idol,
a new color, a new form of life.
It failed.
Countless races
were caught in the cataclysm.
Those that survived,
corrupted beyond all recognition.
How could we prevent
such an event from occurring again?
-[uplifting music playing]
-Science. Commerce. Enforcement.
The League of Aligned Worlds was formed.
Our "Birth of L.A.W." series
continues today
as we join Tezzoree,
protégé of Primary Red
and Commander of L.A.W. Enforcement.
She will be showing us the lengths
they will go to support those displaced
by the unfortunate events
that still plague our galaxy.
[Tezzoree] What do the DNA samples show?
So far, it doesn't seem compatible
with any species on the registry.
[Tezzoree] They speak, yes?
Has there been no communication?
We're working on that, ma'am, but…
they're not exactly… talkative.
-[groans]
-[Tezzoree] What do you call yourself?
[grunts] Ah, ah…
[Tezzoree] Very well, we'll address you
by your case number for the time.
[Punti] Punti.
My name is Punti!
I am royalty!
I see.
Well, Punti, you'll be assigned
a temporary living space
as we continue to search
for any sign of others such as yourself.
[pings]
We'll do all that we can.
Believe that.
It's hard to believe, in this day and age,
entire species can still just disappear.
Your thoughts, Commander?
[pensive electronic music playing]
This galaxy bears scars
that are immense and profound.
Scars that,
without proper care, may reopen.
May the Trinity continue
to grant us strength
in these trying times.
[male officer] Sorry to interrupt,
Commander Tezzoree, but, uh, it's him.
-He's back.
-[rock music playing softly]
Lots and lots of strength.
[rock music playing]
[Jaw Bone] Will you, f off?!
Ugh! You're gonna blow up the whole crate!
Trust me.
This time.
I can make this right.
Son of a bitch!
All right, little Red.
You wanna rock?
Let me show you how I roll.
-[whirs]
-[hard rock music playing]
[whooshing]
-[music stops]
-¿Qué?
[hard rock music resumes]
[metallic grinding]
Too easy.
Later, dickhead!
My gun?
My crate?
My… phone?
Who is this, this is?
Mr. Sanchez, I'm, uh…
uh, calling to see
how that contract is going.
It's, uh… It's 30 minutes past due,
and, uh, we're kinda wondering
where you are. [chuckles nervously]
Didn't you tell them
we were going to be late?
[groans] I was kind of busy!
Well, be unbusy and stall them for a bit.
You got us into this. You get us out.
-[slams]
-[crackling]
[whirring]
[male on video] Uh, Mr. Sanchez.
¡Carajoooooo… Hola!
[chuckles] Huh, we seem to be having
some issues at-- [screams]
-[male on video] Is that gunfire?
-[splutters] Get out of the way.
Merc, I'm this close to sending
the local precinct out after you.
¡Lo siento! No hablo--
[beeps]
[Shrike] Where are you? [screams]
-[muffled rock music playing]
-Shrike, listen.
I got this.
No. Listen.
[muffled rock music continues]
Yo, Rib Cage, my main man!
Your boy's bringing home
some fat stacks tonight!
Tell Knee Cap we'll celebrate.
Uh, Bro? What's that behind you?
-[screaming]
-[Shrike] ¡Te tengo!
[thudding]
-[whirs]
-[clattering]
[clicking, whirring]
You fing f! Fity f!
Piece of s! F you!
You fing f! You fity f f!
Bald?
-[whirring]
-No, no, no, no! It… It's fine!
Take box. Yes? Good?
Happy.
[Shrike] ¡Adios, Payaso!
-Mama!
-[distant thud]
[chimes]
-[device chirps]
-Lo siento.
Old girl's falling apart on me.
Get here in the next 15 minutes,
else both of you will be arrested.
[beeps]
[groans] You're gonna kill me
with stunts like this.
No regrets?
[rock music playing softly]
Last time I help that old fossil.
[bellowing] Ah! Ah! Ah!
F you!
[mysterious music playing]
[Agent K] You won't get anywhere
if you keep your pacing like that.
Know what I say?
An apple a day keeps the nerves at bay.
[thuds]
That's the spirit.
[Dolion] Where is your pet?
Madam Slice Your Face Off?
[snickering]
Huh? What?
[somber music playing]
-[farts]
-[groans] Oh…
She's painting the town red.
And on that happy note,
your tracking number has updated
from "delayed" to "out for delivery."
Hooray for you!
[Dolion] I was promised
there would not be a delay.
See, there's this thing in the biz
we like to call bad intel.
Oh, them Blues. Just straight-up giving it
to a merc group of all things.
[Dolion] Centuries of work.
My work!
The very future is in that box.
Why can you not bring them directly to me?
This airline don't do carry-ons.
Especially cataclysmic ones.
[Dolion roars]
Damn your eccentricities.
I cannot lose them again.
Not when I am so close.
Don't you fret your apple-stomping head.
JB's a professional. He can handle it.
[landline phone ringing]
Ahoy hoy.
Uh-huh.
Wow! [laughs] Okay, love you.
[Jaw Bone] What?!
So, JB couldn't handle it,
and that merc group is taking
the goods to L.A.W. as we speak.
[roaring]
[loud thud]
You're right, that is bad.
Got a plan B, daddy-o?
[Dolion] You.
Take me to them.
Personally.
With your agoraphobia?
Sounds awful risky.
[Dolion] You have left me no other option.
The risk is warranted.
Mm! Doing it yourself. I love it!
Though, you're gonna have to book
your own return flight.
-[Dolion] Consider that part covered.
-[eerie music playing]
Golly, well, if you put it that way,
your chariot awaits.
Shall we?
[eerie pensive music playing]
[whirring]
[thudding, rumbling]
No mames.
[music intensifies]
Ta-da.
Here.
Why did it have to be here?
The sooner we deliver this,
the sooner we can leave.
I…
I can't go in there.
[muffled voices murmuring]
In and out. Easy.
Sh… Sh… She won't be here.
[rock music playing]
[Beebs] This place is huge.
Wonder if that little
Lythop fellow is around.
I… I'm sure those little pebbles
are running about here somewhere.
Shrike, it's just the one.
Remember?
What? Yeah.
No, sure. I… I remem-- [gasps]
Being here that bad?
Thought I saw
Hueso Verde's accomplice for a sec.
Oh, so he had an accomplice now.
Little gray guy,
in a L.A.W. uniform to boot.
The disco man was there, too,
and a black paper man with a hat.
Here you are, officers.
-One container delivered to…
-Sorry. Give it here.
Thank the Primaries those documentary guys
are keeping her busy, else…
[Tezzoree] What in the Great Spectrum
is that doing out here?!
Halt. Lower your weapons.
I need a biohazard team down here. Now.
A curious development.
Seems even L.A.W. has off days.
Cameras off.
-We'll continue later.
-[groans] Oh.
-[Tezzoree] Explain.
-[chuckling nervously]
Commander, if you'll allow me,
these Blues assigned a classified object
to some merc bumpkins
to avoid the associated risks.
Illegally, I might add.
[Shrike muttering]
Killix, 62, is this assessment accurate?
-He did it.
-Hey!
Seeing as Sister Raphaim is not here,
I'll see to it that you are both
suitably punished.
Get them out of my sight.
And as for you, Officer Sanchez…
[chuckles, groans]
[Tezzoree] I trust
your leave of absence proved
enlightening.
Six months past your posted sabbatical,
suit still attached.
Calling yourself a mercenary.
Seems to be an epidemic of individuals
masquerading as L.A.W. officials
lately, ma'am.
[Tezzoree] You've
blatantly disobeyed protocol.
But he--
[Tezzoree] And your actions
reflect poorly on all involved.
-[somber music playing]
-We have rules.
Yeah. Stupid ones.
[Tezzoree] Tell me, what was your plan?
To stay away forever?
Continually run from your responsibilities
yet reap all the benefits?
Arrogance has gotten you this far.
You seem to have all the answers, Sanchez.
-So please, do go on.
-[music fades]
[tense music playing]
Very well.
Your service with L.A.W. enforcement
is hereby terminated.
¿Qué?
-Surgery to remove your suit is scheduled.
-You can't--
And you will return your effects.
That includes your issued firearms.
No!
Which will be deactivated
and scrubbed of your prints.
Both you, your colleague, and your ship
will be detained and decontaminated
before you are free to leave.
As for payment,
it will be honored
once Primary Red confirms its delivery.
Is that clear, Mr. Sanchez?
-[music fades]
-Yes.
Yes, Commander Tezzoree, ma'am.
[Tezzoree] Your endling status
may give you some leniency,
but it does not make you immune
to the laws of this galaxy.
-You'd do well to remember that.
-[tense music playing]
Escort them to the medical wing.
I never wanted to come back.
[Tezzoree] Yet here you are.
[pensive music playing]
[rock music tag plays]
[dark rock music tag plays]
[music fades]
[whirring, pulsing]
[somber music playing]
-[machine] Please make your selection.
-I left. Couldn't she take the hint?
Pinche estúpida… [grunting]
Knock it off.
What? They owe me.
Besides, it's just a dumb machine.
It don't feel nothing.
Hey. Hey. I was taught this trick, see?
If you hit
these things just right… [laughs]
You never properly resigned?
I… don't want to talk about it.
Who was the other Walrinian guy
back at the casino?
I don't want to talk about it.
If, uh…
If it makes you feel any better…
[female over PA] Calling patient 57.
The surgeon will see you now.
Patient 57, the surgeon will see you now.
Guess I better get going.
I think I'll get going, too.
Y… Yeah. Oh, okay.
I'll meet you back at the Bucket.
Right?
[somber music playing]
No.
[music fades]
[mysterious percussive music playing]
[Killix grunting]
Ow!
[groaning]
This is great. Perfect, even. [laughs]
Yeah, just get a job with L.A.W. Commerce.
It's easy. Simple work.
Good hours.
Get paired up with an idiot bean head!
Really?
In front of my spotato?
[groans] Oh!
Demotion.
My dads are gonna kill me.
I didn't know it was that important.
The delivery contract you made.
The dead people you mentioned.
Hello?!
Now promise me you'll be home by 8:00 p.m.
Wink.
Hey, how'd you get in here?
This place is off-limits, bud. Beat it.
-[Dolion] I seem to be lost.
-[eerie music playing]
Be a dutiful officer
and direct this senior citizen
to cargo processing.
Your cooperation is appreciated.
[rumbling]
I'm putting in my two weeks.
[female] Decontamination report
looks good.
We'll snip that suit off
and get you on your merry way.
-Do you have anything else to wear?
-[beeps]
This.
This is all I have.
Oh. Uh, let… let me requisition you
some simple civvies.
Can't have you running around
without any clothes on now, can we?
[laughs]
[beeps]
Arms up.
-Now, you may feel a slight sting.
-[siren wailing]
What in the…
-[explosion]
-[doctor groans]
-[clattering]
-[siren continues wailing]
[whirring]
[eerie music playing]
-[clicking]
-[thudding]
[Punti grunts] Huh!
[squeaks]
[mysterious music playing]
-[high-pitched battle cry]
-[plunks]
[grunts]
[eerie musical sting plays]
[poignant music playing]
[Armstrong grunts] Hey, I'm walking here!
Sorry, officer.
[Armstrong] Damn Walrinians
thinking they own the spot.
[Punti] Mother Crystal friend?
Punti? That you?
Hey, little guy.
W… Where's Mother Crystal?
Di… Did they take him away too?
-Hey, shut it!
-[Punti wails]
Hey!
-[Armstrong] I will use the syringe.
-[Punti whimpers]
No, wait a minute.
-This is L.A.W. business.
-[ominous music playing]
Back off.
[Punti whimpering]
-Sounds like it is my business.
-[siren wailing]
[alarm blaring]
You'd better run along, merc.
Things are about to get cataclysmic.
[tense percussive music playing]
[Punti] Let me go! No! No, wait!
No! No!
[urgent music playing]
[Tezzoree] Tell the documentary crew
I'll see them in…
What now?
An unknown entity has appeared
on the station, ma'am.
Signature Green.
[Tezzoree] Green? Where?
Deck 18 Medical. On-screen now.
[alarm continues blaring]
Is that… Is that a plague walker, ma'am?
[Tezzoree] No, Ensign.
That is something much worse.
[echoing] All enforcers,
apprehend the suspect at once!
Do not let them escape with that box.
-[tense electronic music playing]
-[thudding loudly]
[whirring]
[whooshing]
[high-pitched whirring]
[beeping]
[chimes]
Welcome. Please make your…
selection?
Insufficient funds. Please insert pixel.
Why is the vending machine
moving and talking to me?
[thudding]
Selection… your… make… please!
Look, if you're gonna be alive,
at least make yourself useful.
¡Ándale! Giddyap!
Can't this thing stop being stolen
for five minutes?
[urgent music playing]
All right! ¡Hombre de metal!
All right.
[loud crash]
[eerie music plays]
Huh?
[eerie music plays]
[buzzing softly]
[Dolion] Inert?
Do not worry. I will have you home soon.
[roaring] Return that to me!
Ah?
[straining]
[uneasy music playing]
[whirring]
[Dolion] What trickery is this?
No.
Are you…?
[Tezzoree] Dolion Methuselah Kroe!
[whooshing]
[Dolion] Ah.
What a pleasure this is.
Primary Red's puppet.
[Tezzoree] Foul abomination.
You took a massive risk coming here.
Relinquish Green to me!
Now.
As my species was once fond of saying,
no risk, no reward.
The reward is the future.
It is on the horizon, dear puppet.
-There is no stopping what is to come.
-[snaps]
[pulsing tone blaring]
[zaps]
[whirring]
[Tezzoree] By the Great Spectrum.
All units report to your vessels at once!
Sanchez, do not interfere.
I can help.
[Tezzoree] Leave now.
And put some clothes on,
for Spectrum's sake.
-[pensive electronic music plays]
-[beeps]
[urgent music playing]
[shattering]
[crackling]
[gentle music playing]
I thought you were
getting your gear removed.
And I thought you had someplace to be.
What did you do?
It's not my fault this time!
-We gotta get the box!
-We gotta save Punti!
[urgent music resumes]
[male] Suspect's vessel
is almost in weapons range.
[Tezzoree] Aim to disable their warship.
I want to take this heathen alive.
-[music intensifies]
-[whooshing, blasting]
[male] N… No effect, ma'am.
[Tezzoree] Sanchez.
Shrike, what are you doing?
We gotta get Punti.
Who?
That little Lythop. You named him.
I thought you said there were no more.
I said there was one left.
So what?
So what?
Shrike, he's all alone.
Then he should get used to it!
[music fades]
[loud thud]
[dramatic music playing]
[Tezzoree] Fire everything
through that opening, now!
Should we pursue, ma'am?
No! We'll be torn asunder.
Keep your distance.
Shrike, stop!
This will work!
-I can make this right!
-[crackling, blasting]
[Dolion] Stay away, you damnable fool!
You'll ruin everything!
[Shrike bellowing] Ah ah-ah!
¡Lo tengo!
[Dolion] Green!
[Shrike groaning]
[Shrike grunting]
[Beebs grunting]
[loud burst]
[music fades]
[male] Orders, Commander?
[Tezzoree] Recall the fleet.
I'll inform Primary Red of the situation
once we have
this current outbreak under control.
Did you get all of that?
[mysterious music playing]
[whooshing]
[ominous music playing]
[muffled gurgling echoes]
[female, in Spanish] Please,
whatever happens, you have to be good.
[grunts, coughs]
[gasps, whimpers]
Huh?
Beebs? Beebs!
Beebs! Beebs!
Beebs.
Amigo?
Oh-ho.
[in English] Okay. We're good.
We're good. We're…
[eerie music playing]
[in Spanish] Where the hell are we?
[Agent K, in English] I'd wager
somewhere in the Q.Z., my good fellow.
You ain't going anywhere anytime soon.
How about it, gem-for-brains?
Care for a little heart-to-heart?
[mysterious music playing]
[music fades]