Ben 10: Ultimate Alien s02e11 Episode Script
Moon Struck
[ Metal clanking .]
Ben: How did you fit all this stuff in here? Max: Gradually.
I haven't done spring cleaning in the rustbucket since I got her.
Kevin: Except for when I blew it up -- Which I probably shouldn't mention.
Max: Just help carry the boxes outside and stack them up.
Ben: [ Grunting .]
Heavy! [ Thud .]
Gwen: Not if you take them one at a time.
Ben: I got a better idea.
[ Beep .]
Fourarms: Fourarms! Max and Gwen: Ben! Max: You're too big to be in here.
Fourarms: No, I'm no-- [ Glass shatters .]
Max: Ben! Fourarms: Sorry! Sorry! I'm going! [ Glass shatters .]
[ Light thud .]
[ Growls .]
Unh! Thanks a lot, Kevin! Kevin: Anytime.
[ Beep .]
Gwen: Look what I found.
Max: Oh, that shouldn't be in there.
Gwen: Can I keep it? Max: I'd let you have anything, sweetheart, but that bracelet has a lot of meaning to me.
Kevin: It matches his handbag.
Gwen: Why do you have a woman's bracelet? Max: It's not exactly jewelry, Gwen.
It belonged to your grandmother.
Long story.
[ Sighs .]
I was about Kevin's age -- A rookie with the tactical air command.
Tac 3, tac 3! Tennyson! Do you copy? Max: I think I see something.
[ Rapid beeping .]
Max: [ Grunts .]
[ Grunting .]
You're not going anywhere! [ Rapid beeping .]
All right -- Plan "B".
Yeah! Down you go! [ Alarm beeping .]
Huh? Oh, nuts! [ Beeping continues .]
You think the laws of physics don't apply to you, Tennyson? F-104s are rated for mach 2.
You were pushing mach 3.
You know what happens when an f-104 goes that fast?! It falls apart! Max: Sir, if you'd give me a chance to exp-- No! No more chances! No more excuses! You are through! I am kicking your butt off this base and out of the air force! Excuse me, colonel.
I'll take it from here.
You say there was a UFO, which the other pilots never saw, which didn't show up on radar, which you then chased and shot down.
And you're sticking with that? Max: Yes, sir -- Because it's the truth.
Son, do you know why president Kennedy wants to send us to the moon? Max: Because of the Russians.
No.
Because of the kind of thing you saw today.
I don't know what you tangled with, but I do know it was real.
Of course, officially, we deny everything.
Max: Then why tell me? Hmm.
Quite a record you've got here -- Top scores academically, you aced our elite combat training course.
You're maybe the finest young pilot in the air force overall.
Max: Yeah? On the other hand, you've been cited repeatedly for insubordination.
Max: Only when my commanding officers were wrong.
Sir.
You've been reprimanded for participating in a dozen or more brawls, and your personal ethics are best described as "situational.
" Max: My orders are to get the job done, sir.
That's what I do.
In short, you're smart, tough, skilled, and stubborn.
You know what that sounds like to me? Max: Grounds for a dishonorable discharge, sir? It sounds like an astronaut, son.
Max: Sir? The world is changing.
Aliens are visiting our planet at will, doing we don't know what.
The president wants us to be prepared -- To be able to defend ourselves if necessary, meet these "visitors" on a level playing field.
So, what do you say? Do you want to go to the moon? Max: Yes, sir! Then you are hereby transferred to Langley field in Virginia.
Enjoy the weekend, airman, because starting Monday, you are an astronaut in training.
Max: Whoo-hoo! [ Engine revs .]
[ Music plays on jukebox .]
How's your chili? Pretty bad.
Max: That's my favorite kind.
I'll take a double order.
Why the long face, flyboy? Max: I got some good news today.
[ Laughs .]
And you were hoping to do a little celebrating tonight, huh? Max: Yeah, I guess.
The pickins are looking pretty slim in here.
I'm gonna try not to take that personally.
Max: Hello.
Present company excepted, of course.
Of course.
I'll let you two get acquainted.
Max: I'm Max.
Verdona.
Max: Unusual name.
I'm gonna take a flier and guess that you're not from around here.
How very perceptive.
Do you have any other talents? Max: Sure.
Only, they're classified.
I'm good at keeping secrets.
Max: All right.
I'mGoing into space.
You don't say.
Max: Yep.
I'm an astronaut.
I'm gonna be the first man on the moon.
Sounds lonely.
Max: Well, I'd invite you along, but the capsule will be kind of cramped.
No problem.
I'm small.
Max: Is that so? We need to go -- Now! Max: [ Chuckling .]
Well, you don't waste any time.
You don't understand.
You're the one I've been trying to find.
Max: Then I guess we both got lucky.
No! Max: Leave the lady be, or we got ourselves a prob-- Unh! Sheriff, it's Florence.
Come quick.
Max: I said, "leave her alone"! Aah! Unh! [ Grunts .]
[ Panting .]
Sorry I had to hit you so hard, buddy, but you were out of Line? [ Crackling .]
We have to get out of here! Max: It's okay.
I can take him.
No, you can't! We have to run! [ Engine turns over .]
[ Tires squeal .]
[ Siren wails .]
[ Tires screech .]
[ Wailing stops .]
[ Door opens .]
[ Indistinct shouting .]
Whoa, there, mister! Stop right -- Huh?! Unh! [ Rapid beeping .]
Max: What was that thing? Why is it chasing you? What in Sam hill is going on?! That's all rather difficult to explain.
Max: Then I'll try an easy one -- Who are you? My name is Verdona.
That's all I can tell you for now.
[ Tires screech .]
Max: I'm done with "twenty questions.
" Now, we can sit here till your boyfriend catches up, or you can come clean! Fine.
What you said before was correct.
I'm not "from around here.
" I'm from another planet, and the man chasing me isn't a man at all.
He's actually from a race of sentient robots called Synthroids.
Max: Oh.
Well, why didn't you say so? [ Siren wailing .]
It's coming! [ Engine revs .]
Max: And this is us going.
[ Tires squeal .]
[ Rapid beeping .]
Hey! Watch the paint job! [ Tires screech .]
[ Tires screech .]
My ride! All right, that's how you want to play it.
[ Tires screech .]
[ Tires screech .]
He had it coming.
I built this car practically by hand.
[ Wailing continues .]
Don't you have to stop? Max: That's one way to handle it.
[ Engine revs .]
[ Tires screech .]
[ Tires screech .]
That'll slow him down.
Not for long.
[ Tires squeal .]
Max: Joint's been stripped clean -- No gas, no tools, no food.
Anything else I should know about you? Well, I also have certain -- How shall I put this? -- Abilities.
Max: So why don't you use them? I can't.
The Synthroid put this on my arm.
It locked me in this form and neutralizes most of my powers.
Max: Most? I can still use telepathy.
Max: Then you can tell when that robot's getting close.
Telepathy only works with living beings.
The Synthroid is a machine.
But I did read your mind.
Max: In the diner? It wouldn't take superpowers to tell what I was thinking, doll.
Not then -- When you were chasing us in your fighter jet.
Max: You were in the UFO A captive.
Then you shot it down, and I escaped.
But I knew that I had to find you.
Max: So, you just like me for my mind? Don't you understand? You're the only one who can help me.
Max: Hold that thought.
[ Engine idling .]
This thing's probably some kind of tracking device.
What do we do? Max: If we want to make sure tin man can't follow us, we need to get it off your arm.
And I think I know how.
What is this place? Max: They smelt copper here.
I flew over it all the time on practice runs.
Now stay real still.
[ Loud clanking .]
[ Indistinct shouting .]
Cut it off! Hurry! Max: [ Grunting .]
Whatever it's made of, it's stronger than these metal shears.
But made the Synthroid isn't as tough.
Do you trust me? I need you to do something for me.
Are you hurt? Max: [ Strained .]
Yeah -- My knee.
Wasn't expecting to fall that hard.
I know the feeling.
[ Liquid bubbling .]
Both: Unh! Max: [ Groans .]
[ Engine revs .]
Max: I'm coming for you, doll.
I just got to figure out where that ship crashed.
Come on, Tennyson.
Use your head.
My head.
She said our minds are linked.
Hey! Tin man! [ Grunts .]
[ Rapid beeping .]
Unh! Why are you doing this? What do you want with her?! [ Robotic voice .]
The female is an Anodite.
Max: An Ano-what? I'm an energy being.
The Synthroids are going to use me like a battery.
I can power their world for years -- Until they drain me dry.
What is one life compared to the survival of my species? Max: The way I see it, any life's precious.
But you wouldn't understand that, 'cause you're not really alive, are you? Anyway, you can't have her! Unh! But I will have her.
And you will be destroyed, just like the organic ones who built us.
This is Magister Labrid of the plumbers.
Release the Anodite and the human and surrender immediately.
Max: Too bad, tin man.
Looks like the cavalry's here.
Unh! Put your hands where I can see them.
As you wish.
Unh! Let me go! [ Weapon cocks .]
That weapon is not powerful enough to harm me.
Max: I wouldn't think of shooting you, tin man.
But your power sphere We got to stop meeting like this.
[ Rumbling .]
[ All shout .]
I'm free! Max: AndThis is what you really look like? Does my true form displease you? Max: No.
On you, that's a good look.
And now that you've seen me as I am, I have a request.
Max: Ask away.
Come into space.
Come with me.
Max: That's the second-best offer I've had all day, but I can't.
Why? I know you have feelings for me.
Max: I do.
But I've got plans.
I'm going to be the first man on the moon.
Why settle for the moon when I can give you the stars? Max: You can't give me what I want.
I have to take it.
It wouldn't be the same if I didn't do it myself.
Do you understand? You are a stubborn man, Max Tennyson.
Max: I always say "it's a sin to waste natural talent.
" I won't argue, because I know I can't convince you.
But I promise -- We will meet again.
Max: I'm counting on it.
The following Monday, I went into the astronaut-training program.
Gwen: But you never got to go to the moon.
Max: Not the way I wanted to, but I suppose I can't complain.
Magister Labrid came back and recruited me to the plumbers.
Ben: And grandma came back, too, right? I mean, you had to meet her again.
Max: Ah, that's a story for another time.
Kevin: [ Snoring .]
Max: We wouldn't want to wake Kevin, now, right? Kevin: [ Gasps .]
W-what'd I -- What'd I miss? Gwen: Come on, Kevin.
We're calling it a night.
Max: I'll be there in a minute.
Good night, Verdona Wherever you are.
Ben: How did you fit all this stuff in here? Max: Gradually.
I haven't done spring cleaning in the rustbucket since I got her.
Kevin: Except for when I blew it up -- Which I probably shouldn't mention.
Max: Just help carry the boxes outside and stack them up.
Ben: [ Grunting .]
Heavy! [ Thud .]
Gwen: Not if you take them one at a time.
Ben: I got a better idea.
[ Beep .]
Fourarms: Fourarms! Max and Gwen: Ben! Max: You're too big to be in here.
Fourarms: No, I'm no-- [ Glass shatters .]
Max: Ben! Fourarms: Sorry! Sorry! I'm going! [ Glass shatters .]
[ Light thud .]
[ Growls .]
Unh! Thanks a lot, Kevin! Kevin: Anytime.
[ Beep .]
Gwen: Look what I found.
Max: Oh, that shouldn't be in there.
Gwen: Can I keep it? Max: I'd let you have anything, sweetheart, but that bracelet has a lot of meaning to me.
Kevin: It matches his handbag.
Gwen: Why do you have a woman's bracelet? Max: It's not exactly jewelry, Gwen.
It belonged to your grandmother.
Long story.
[ Sighs .]
I was about Kevin's age -- A rookie with the tactical air command.
Tac 3, tac 3! Tennyson! Do you copy? Max: I think I see something.
[ Rapid beeping .]
Max: [ Grunts .]
[ Grunting .]
You're not going anywhere! [ Rapid beeping .]
All right -- Plan "B".
Yeah! Down you go! [ Alarm beeping .]
Huh? Oh, nuts! [ Beeping continues .]
You think the laws of physics don't apply to you, Tennyson? F-104s are rated for mach 2.
You were pushing mach 3.
You know what happens when an f-104 goes that fast?! It falls apart! Max: Sir, if you'd give me a chance to exp-- No! No more chances! No more excuses! You are through! I am kicking your butt off this base and out of the air force! Excuse me, colonel.
I'll take it from here.
You say there was a UFO, which the other pilots never saw, which didn't show up on radar, which you then chased and shot down.
And you're sticking with that? Max: Yes, sir -- Because it's the truth.
Son, do you know why president Kennedy wants to send us to the moon? Max: Because of the Russians.
No.
Because of the kind of thing you saw today.
I don't know what you tangled with, but I do know it was real.
Of course, officially, we deny everything.
Max: Then why tell me? Hmm.
Quite a record you've got here -- Top scores academically, you aced our elite combat training course.
You're maybe the finest young pilot in the air force overall.
Max: Yeah? On the other hand, you've been cited repeatedly for insubordination.
Max: Only when my commanding officers were wrong.
Sir.
You've been reprimanded for participating in a dozen or more brawls, and your personal ethics are best described as "situational.
" Max: My orders are to get the job done, sir.
That's what I do.
In short, you're smart, tough, skilled, and stubborn.
You know what that sounds like to me? Max: Grounds for a dishonorable discharge, sir? It sounds like an astronaut, son.
Max: Sir? The world is changing.
Aliens are visiting our planet at will, doing we don't know what.
The president wants us to be prepared -- To be able to defend ourselves if necessary, meet these "visitors" on a level playing field.
So, what do you say? Do you want to go to the moon? Max: Yes, sir! Then you are hereby transferred to Langley field in Virginia.
Enjoy the weekend, airman, because starting Monday, you are an astronaut in training.
Max: Whoo-hoo! [ Engine revs .]
[ Music plays on jukebox .]
How's your chili? Pretty bad.
Max: That's my favorite kind.
I'll take a double order.
Why the long face, flyboy? Max: I got some good news today.
[ Laughs .]
And you were hoping to do a little celebrating tonight, huh? Max: Yeah, I guess.
The pickins are looking pretty slim in here.
I'm gonna try not to take that personally.
Max: Hello.
Present company excepted, of course.
Of course.
I'll let you two get acquainted.
Max: I'm Max.
Verdona.
Max: Unusual name.
I'm gonna take a flier and guess that you're not from around here.
How very perceptive.
Do you have any other talents? Max: Sure.
Only, they're classified.
I'm good at keeping secrets.
Max: All right.
I'mGoing into space.
You don't say.
Max: Yep.
I'm an astronaut.
I'm gonna be the first man on the moon.
Sounds lonely.
Max: Well, I'd invite you along, but the capsule will be kind of cramped.
No problem.
I'm small.
Max: Is that so? We need to go -- Now! Max: [ Chuckling .]
Well, you don't waste any time.
You don't understand.
You're the one I've been trying to find.
Max: Then I guess we both got lucky.
No! Max: Leave the lady be, or we got ourselves a prob-- Unh! Sheriff, it's Florence.
Come quick.
Max: I said, "leave her alone"! Aah! Unh! [ Grunts .]
[ Panting .]
Sorry I had to hit you so hard, buddy, but you were out of Line? [ Crackling .]
We have to get out of here! Max: It's okay.
I can take him.
No, you can't! We have to run! [ Engine turns over .]
[ Tires squeal .]
[ Siren wails .]
[ Tires screech .]
[ Wailing stops .]
[ Door opens .]
[ Indistinct shouting .]
Whoa, there, mister! Stop right -- Huh?! Unh! [ Rapid beeping .]
Max: What was that thing? Why is it chasing you? What in Sam hill is going on?! That's all rather difficult to explain.
Max: Then I'll try an easy one -- Who are you? My name is Verdona.
That's all I can tell you for now.
[ Tires screech .]
Max: I'm done with "twenty questions.
" Now, we can sit here till your boyfriend catches up, or you can come clean! Fine.
What you said before was correct.
I'm not "from around here.
" I'm from another planet, and the man chasing me isn't a man at all.
He's actually from a race of sentient robots called Synthroids.
Max: Oh.
Well, why didn't you say so? [ Siren wailing .]
It's coming! [ Engine revs .]
Max: And this is us going.
[ Tires squeal .]
[ Rapid beeping .]
Hey! Watch the paint job! [ Tires screech .]
[ Tires screech .]
My ride! All right, that's how you want to play it.
[ Tires screech .]
[ Tires screech .]
He had it coming.
I built this car practically by hand.
[ Wailing continues .]
Don't you have to stop? Max: That's one way to handle it.
[ Engine revs .]
[ Tires screech .]
[ Tires screech .]
That'll slow him down.
Not for long.
[ Tires squeal .]
Max: Joint's been stripped clean -- No gas, no tools, no food.
Anything else I should know about you? Well, I also have certain -- How shall I put this? -- Abilities.
Max: So why don't you use them? I can't.
The Synthroid put this on my arm.
It locked me in this form and neutralizes most of my powers.
Max: Most? I can still use telepathy.
Max: Then you can tell when that robot's getting close.
Telepathy only works with living beings.
The Synthroid is a machine.
But I did read your mind.
Max: In the diner? It wouldn't take superpowers to tell what I was thinking, doll.
Not then -- When you were chasing us in your fighter jet.
Max: You were in the UFO A captive.
Then you shot it down, and I escaped.
But I knew that I had to find you.
Max: So, you just like me for my mind? Don't you understand? You're the only one who can help me.
Max: Hold that thought.
[ Engine idling .]
This thing's probably some kind of tracking device.
What do we do? Max: If we want to make sure tin man can't follow us, we need to get it off your arm.
And I think I know how.
What is this place? Max: They smelt copper here.
I flew over it all the time on practice runs.
Now stay real still.
[ Loud clanking .]
[ Indistinct shouting .]
Cut it off! Hurry! Max: [ Grunting .]
Whatever it's made of, it's stronger than these metal shears.
But made the Synthroid isn't as tough.
Do you trust me? I need you to do something for me.
Are you hurt? Max: [ Strained .]
Yeah -- My knee.
Wasn't expecting to fall that hard.
I know the feeling.
[ Liquid bubbling .]
Both: Unh! Max: [ Groans .]
[ Engine revs .]
Max: I'm coming for you, doll.
I just got to figure out where that ship crashed.
Come on, Tennyson.
Use your head.
My head.
She said our minds are linked.
Hey! Tin man! [ Grunts .]
[ Rapid beeping .]
Unh! Why are you doing this? What do you want with her?! [ Robotic voice .]
The female is an Anodite.
Max: An Ano-what? I'm an energy being.
The Synthroids are going to use me like a battery.
I can power their world for years -- Until they drain me dry.
What is one life compared to the survival of my species? Max: The way I see it, any life's precious.
But you wouldn't understand that, 'cause you're not really alive, are you? Anyway, you can't have her! Unh! But I will have her.
And you will be destroyed, just like the organic ones who built us.
This is Magister Labrid of the plumbers.
Release the Anodite and the human and surrender immediately.
Max: Too bad, tin man.
Looks like the cavalry's here.
Unh! Put your hands where I can see them.
As you wish.
Unh! Let me go! [ Weapon cocks .]
That weapon is not powerful enough to harm me.
Max: I wouldn't think of shooting you, tin man.
But your power sphere We got to stop meeting like this.
[ Rumbling .]
[ All shout .]
I'm free! Max: AndThis is what you really look like? Does my true form displease you? Max: No.
On you, that's a good look.
And now that you've seen me as I am, I have a request.
Max: Ask away.
Come into space.
Come with me.
Max: That's the second-best offer I've had all day, but I can't.
Why? I know you have feelings for me.
Max: I do.
But I've got plans.
I'm going to be the first man on the moon.
Why settle for the moon when I can give you the stars? Max: You can't give me what I want.
I have to take it.
It wouldn't be the same if I didn't do it myself.
Do you understand? You are a stubborn man, Max Tennyson.
Max: I always say "it's a sin to waste natural talent.
" I won't argue, because I know I can't convince you.
But I promise -- We will meet again.
Max: I'm counting on it.
The following Monday, I went into the astronaut-training program.
Gwen: But you never got to go to the moon.
Max: Not the way I wanted to, but I suppose I can't complain.
Magister Labrid came back and recruited me to the plumbers.
Ben: And grandma came back, too, right? I mean, you had to meet her again.
Max: Ah, that's a story for another time.
Kevin: [ Snoring .]
Max: We wouldn't want to wake Kevin, now, right? Kevin: [ Gasps .]
W-what'd I -- What'd I miss? Gwen: Come on, Kevin.
We're calling it a night.
Max: I'll be there in a minute.
Good night, Verdona Wherever you are.