The Order (2019) s01e02 Episode Script

Hello! Hello! Help! - There's something in the cemetery! - Stay back, Neophyte.
Kyle sent me on a bogus challenge, to dig up a grave and a monster showed up.
I think it's the beast that's killing all the pledges, it attacked me and Kyle.
[MALE VOICE.]
Not pledges.
Neophytes, of which you are neither, because you failed your test.
Tell the truth, Kyle.
We both know you were there.
I know of no one named Kyle.
You know what? Fuck you and fuck your bullshit test.
- Do it.
- [JACK.]
Do what? Those magic fun bags are useless.
It did nothing - against that monster.
- I gave you an order.
[WHOOSH.]
[BANG.]
[SOUND OF CROWS CAWING.]
Care to explain? Put your fucking mask back on.
Pick him up.
[SOUND OF CROWS CAWING.]
[MALE VOICE.]
Wow! Looks like dick face can't handle his liquor.
[LAUGHS.]
[KYLE.]
Classic.
I deserve another chance.
The chemistry building? That's on the other side of campus.
Kyle sandbagged me.
He set me up with a fake test.
Yeah, you just wanna take those doors.
Even if you don't think I deserve another shot, you have to use your magic and hunt down whatever that beast is.
Be quiet.
What the hell was that thing? Some kind of a test? Your so-called "beast" wasn't any test.
- Why are you talking about magic? - Because I've seen it.
And I'm not talking about your gold coin, birthday magician, sleight-of-hand bullshit.
I saw stolen eyes project a dead woman's final memories.
I followed someone in.
A total idiot.
Kyle.
- He isn't a total idiot.
- You went out with that guy? Phew.
Okay.
Show me a freshman who doesn't make mistakes.
How's his head? Still ringing? Sidebar? - I knew that was you under the robes the - I shouldn't have switched powders.
Yeah, but you did.
And I appreciate it.
But why did you? Because I realized there are things you need to remember.
Like what? Like that The Order can be really cruel to an outsider.
Yeah, I'm starting to figure that all out.
Too bad the others didn't get the same opportunity.
Look, I'm sorry that you didn't make it, but there are no second chances.
Stay out of this.
We have this under control.
If somebody doesn't do something, if you don't do something, people are going to keep dying, Alyssa.
[LECTURER.]
"The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few.
" It's not only a line from the single greatest bromance in cinematic history, it is also an example of what form of ethical thought? Anyone? Anybody? Nobody? Of course not, who needs ethics when you got a trust fund? Notebook, come on.
Don't leave me hanging.
I know you know the answer.
Utilitarianism.
Yes.
And that is? [JACK.]
The theory that the best action to take is the one that provides the most good for the most people.
Exactly.
But utilitarianism requires that everybody be on the same page, morally.
And when was the last time that happened? Think about it like this.
The many are vegetarians.
The few are cannibals.
ETHICAL RELATIVISM That is an example of Seriously? There are, like, 25 other people in here.
I know.
It's a new record.
And yet, I'm asking you, Jerry.
Jack.
Ethical relativism.
And that means? "To thine own self be true.
" Exactly! Be your own moral compass.
[LECTURER.]
Now, who wants to talk about motivation? Nobody? Awesome.
Bi-pedal, huh? Most of the time.
And had a long snout? Short snout? What? Longish, mostly teeth.
It was kind of hard for me to see 'cause he had his foot on my back.
Something like that? Yeah.
Something like that.
Sounds like you've got yourself a werewolf problem.
[JACK.]
Just like that? Werewolf? - Well, you got another explanation? - No.
But I actually I saw it and I still can't believe it.
and you're all like, - Hey, Wednesday, it must be a werewolf.
- Magic, champ.
You said it yourself.
Did you know there was a string of grisly murders right here in town back in the 90s? Never solved.
Could be your werewolf.
Why would a werewolf attack Neophytes? Mm.
- The youngest meat is the sweetest.
- That's gross.
And Neophytes are a very specific target, especially given the amount of students on campus.
Pete, we gotta find this thing.
Or we we could just let nature take its course.
You're a bloodthirsty old man, you know that? Yeah, it worked last time.
That kid got dead, very tragic but you got in.
This has nothing to do with getting in, Pops.
If I don't do something, then I'm just another asshole that doesn't care about anyone except himself.
EDWARD COVENTRY TURNING MEDICAL PHILANTHROPY ON ITS HEAD [GENTLE KNOCK ON DOOR.]
[DOOR CLATTERS OPEN.]
You asked to see me? [DOOR CLATTERS SHUT.]
Kyle told me quite the story about last night's test.
Did a Neophyte claim to be attacked by some kind of monster? He did.
Was he drinking? The freshmen have been known to drink.
I believe he may be telling the truth.
Or at least, he believes he was telling the truth.
Do you care to explain the reason for the Olympic-level mitigation? This morning, I went to the graveyard and I found these.
Circumstantial at best.
I also found this.
We know that before she died, Drea saw some kind of beast.
There are reports of similar attacks, dating all the way back to the 1800s.
The description of this monster matches what Jack the Neophyte claimed he saw.
THE BEAST IS BACK If it is - a werewolf - Well, then this situation requires far more experienced practitioners.
And we have those.
Thank you, Magus.
- It's just - [DOOR BANGS SHUT.]
Shit.
Don't think the hamburger's necessary.
- What? Hamburger's not good enough for it? - Yeah, Pops.
I forgot to tell you, a real snob.
Prime rib or nothing.
You keep it up.
Well, then I won't give you this.
[COCKS GUN.]
You want me to take a gun to school? - What? That's bad now? - Do you watch the news ever? If you mean the mainstream media.
Oh, say crisis actor, I dare you.
I don't think Besides I'm fresh out of silver bullets.
I know a guy.
We're good.
[HASTY FOOTSTEPS.]
[DOOR CLICKS.]
[JACK.]
Wish me luck, Mom.
[SIGHS.]
[SNARLING.]
The campus.
[SIGHS.]
- [SOUND OF LAUGHTER.]
- That was actually great.
Oh, shit! Jack? Amir, let's go.
[JACK SIGHING.]
[AMIR.]
Hey.
Whoa, dude, it's me.
It's Amir.
This? Safety first.
- We should get a selfie.
- No.
Looks like congratulations are in order.
You remember.
I thought you were gonna be like Todd, his memory just wiped.
Well, congratulations, man.
- You deserve it.
- Thank you.
Amir, we're going to miss "appy hour.
" Oh, like happy hour.
I didn't like everyone in my Boy Scout troop either, so Hey did you happen to see a big dog come through here? - What? - Forget it.
- You sure they didn't do something to you? - No.
Listen, Amir, do me a solid, though, okay? - What? - Get back to your dorm.
Whatever killed Weston and Drea is still on the loose and I like my friends not dead.
Okay.
I mean, not dead is preferred, so, yeah.
Yeah, I'll get home.
Dude, it really should've been you who got picked.
- At least it wasn't Gregory.
- Yeah.
Peace.
[FEMALE.]
God! My hair's deflated! You're paying for [MALE.]
Seriously, Amir.
You have to stop hanging out with that townie.
[DOOR CLICKS OPEN.]
[DOOR SHUTS.]
[JACK SIGHS.]
You look like I feel.
Sorry to hear that, because I feel like death.
I wonder if Weston feels dead? - That's pretty cold, Clay.
- Dude, think about it.
One minute, he's just across the hall.
The next minute, he's gone.
Makes you wonder if he was ever really alive.
- Yeah, Clay? - After all, what do we really know about him before he showed up here? How do we even know if he actually existed? How do we know if any of us actually exists? Clay.
Do you mind? I need some time alone.
Cool.
- Thanks - Yeah.
Emotions.
Are they intense or what? - You want me to go? Oh, okay, I will go.
- Yeah.
Yeah.
[DOOR SHUTS.]
[CHURCH BELLS RINGING.]
[WOMAN SCREAMS.]
[WOMAN'S VOICE.]
Oh, my God, he's here! It's Amir! [SOUND OF FLIES BUZZING.]
[JACK.]
And I like my friends not dead.
[AMIR.]
Not dead is preferred.
TODAY'S SPECIAL TOMORROW'S OK - You're going to think I'm insane.
- Already there.
I think I know what's killing everyone.
Don't you mean "who"? No, definitely what.
Oh, you mean, like, the weapon? What is it? Is it like a machete? A parang? - A werewolf.
- Oh, a mythical creature.
I've seen it, okay? It's chased me.
Also, I've chased it, which I think I need to do again.
Dude, are you seriously asking me on a werewolf hunt? And clearly, I'm the Mayor of Crazytown and I'll be going.
Because I am in.
What if I'm wrong? Dude what if you're right? - What's with all the hamburger? - I don't know.
Tradition.
Okay, then meet me there.
No, do not invite her, please.
God, it's such a shit-hole.
- Here we go.
- You'd think for what my parents pay, there'd at least be turndown service.
No, there's not even a maid or anything.
That's Excuse you! [RANDALL.]
Pretty badass, Morton.
Using fellow students as bait.
That's not what we're doing.
We're not following suspected pledges around, hoping a werewolf will show up to kill them? Shit.
[BOTH.]
That's exactly what we're doing.
- We need a better plan.
- Dude, trust me, this is a great one.
[RANDALL.]
Go get her! [JACK GASPS.]
Whoa, whoa, hey! - Alyssa? - Okay.
Jack, touch me again, I'll kick your ass.
- Really? - What are you doing here? The same thing as you, apparently.
I told you we had this under control.
Go home.
This is The Order's solution? A single student? Oh, wait.
Are you out here on your own? I can't let another person get butchered, all right? Well, me neither.
You want to help? Keep an eye on Brandon.
It's already taken care of.
You brought someone else in? Who? Somebody that believed me.
- I told you - Relax.
I made up a story that Brandon seemed depressed.
It's fine.
That's it? That's it.
So, we'll team up? As long as you can improve your surveillance game.
Oh, my game is weak? Don't mess up.
[VERA.]
We were foolish.
I was foolish.
I underestimated the threat.
There is a creature out there, born or cursed by magic that is tearing apart our recruits.
Yeah.
- It's hard to believe.
- Yes.
Sometimes we don't want to see what is right in front of us.
[VERA.]
Magic swirls all around us.
It is in the air that we breathe.
Please, do not be so naive as to think we are the only ones who could harness its power.
Find out everything you can about werewolves.
Especially how to kill one.
- Silver - And God help the first one of you that says "silver bullets.
" Bull bullfrogs.
Shut up.
[SIGHS.]
Excellent.
What are you doing? Get to work.
Why'd you pick Belgrave? Because my family lives on the West Coast.
Okay.
So, what else do you do besides hate your family? I don't hate them.
I just don't want to be them.
Come on.
How bad can they be? Are you going to pretend you haven't Googled me? I've been busy with secret societies and monster hunting.
Right.
[JACK.]
Tell me something true about yourself.
Er My real life started when I was accepted into The Order.
I was following my parents' playbook until then.
This is mine.
What about you? What about me? Was Belgrave your idea, or are you following someone else's playbook? Oh, she's heading into the house party.
Wow.
She's sarting early.
Yeah.
Looks like a real classy event.
Wanna head in? Mm Let's hang back.
- See how it plays out.
- Yeah.
No.
No, I will not move my fundraiser.
They can move theirs.
Yes.
Margaret.
Sorry to keep you waiting.
Thank you.
You have yourself a lovely day.
You expected this bag of herbs to protect the Neophytes how, precisely? Ah, at the time, we were dealing with an unidentified threat.
- And now it's identified? - I have an operating theory.
The disciples are researching more specific defenses as we speak.
I'm sure the victims will be reassured by your commitment.
If only we could resurrect them from the dead.
Yes.
If only.
Now, unless there's anything else, I do have a day job to attend to.
By all means.
I'm late for a call with the Grand Magus as it is.
He's very concerned, especially after I explained to him how badly you bungled this year's selection process.
Mm.
Well, each Neophyte, in their own way, displayed the characteristics that we search for.
And yet, here you are without enough bodies to fill the slots.
Not at all.
Given that your son, Gregory, was our first alternate, and that we now, unfortunately, have an opening.
- Tragic.
- Yes.
- Tragic.
- But after all who could have predicted such terrible events? I hope you find your monster.
- I'm sure we will.
- I'll see you at the initiation ceremony.
[ALYSSA.]
I think we've lost her.
Maybe one of us should go around back.
- Nope.
There she is.
- Where? Porch.
Oh, my God.
[JACK.]
Ugh! She's eating his face.
[GIRL LAUGHS.]
Is that flirting in your world? That's not any kind of flirting.
Sounds like I should be taking pointers from you.
- You wish.
- Sure do.
[GUY GROANS.]
- [GUY WRETCHES.]
- [GIRL GASPS.]
- [JACK GASPS.]
- [GIRL YELLS.]
Asshole! Move! Move! Ugh! [HALF-SOBBING.]
[CRYING.]
Stupid.
Just stupid.
The girl can move.
- Bars are open.
- Good point.
Forget it, asshole.
You lost your chance.
- Who's that? - [GIRL.]
This is an original Herndl! - [SNARLS.]
- You do not puke on a Hern [BANG.]
Oh! [GASPS FOR BREATH.]
[CHOKES AND SCREAMS.]
[JACK GASPS.]
[SMASH.]
- [GIRL GASPS.]
- [JACK GASPS.]
[JACK.]
Ah! It's not human.
I've got eyes! It doesn't! - [SOUND OF KNIFE BLADE.]
- [CRASH.]
[JACK COUGHS.]
- [JACK COUGHS.]
- [ALYSSA GASPS.]
[ALYSSA GASPS.]
[ALYSSA CHOKES.]
[JACK GROANS.]
[JACK SHOUTS.]
[FEMALE VOICE.]
Return to me.
[HURRYING FOOTSTEPS.]
[JACK AND ALYSSA COUGHING.]
Ah! That was no werewolf.
It wasn't human either.
- Why did it just stop? - I don't know.
Look at this.
It's mud.
How the hell are we supposed to hunt a mud monster? We don't.
Come on.
Don't break up the band now.
We just fought our first monster together.
Good night, Jack.
[SOUND OF METAL.]
[ALYSSA SIGHS.]
- [JACK.]
You think she's gonna be okay? - [ALYSSA.]
That thing went the other way.
I guess it got what it wanted.
- What do you think that is? - That's what I have to figure out.
- Alone.
- At least, let me walk you back to campus.
Or I could walk you back.
Okay, sure.
Hey.
Seriously, how come you didn't magic that thing? I'm years away from that kind of skill.
[JACK.]
Do you at least have a wand? Or a crystal ball? Tarot cards? A black cat? - You got nothing.
- [ALYSSA.]
Ridiculous.
[RANDALL.]
So, now it's a "mud monster?" I can't think of a better way to describe it.
Any idea what it is? Where it went? What it's after? - It kills pledges.
That's all I've got.
- But what is it targeting you? You're not even a pledge.
And why stop killing Gabrielle? That attack, it just petered out like it didn't matter.
Amir.
Drea.
Weston.
They gotta have something in common.
[MALE VOICE.]
I can't believe you got in.
Seriously, you gotta have horseshoes up your ass or something.
- Well, luck had nothing to do with it.
- Shut up.
Whatever.
- Drinks are on you.
- Oh, yeah.
Two.
[BARTENDER.]
Yeah, you got it.
What if What if they were being eliminated to make room for someone who couldn't make it on his own? So - you're the killer.
- Not me, dumb-ass.
This place needs a VIP section.
Wouldn't you say? You're telling me! WAKE UP DEAD IMPERIAL STOU - [ALYSSA.]
I think I know what it is.
- [JACK.]
I think I know who's behind it.
It's a golem.
Centuries-old magic used to make anthropomorphic - You know what that means? - We go to the same school.
The golem is created from clay, mud, or metal.
Its master bestows life with a magic word, etched on the forehead.
- And it must be hard to write in metal.
- Also, harder to erase.
The word is what keeps the golem alive.
So, who is it? Gregory.
He was never going to make it into The Order, was he? - No.
- So, I think he created the golem and ordered it to kill Neophytes until he got in, - which he did.
- Last night.
Yeah.
Which is why it didn't kill us, or pursue Gabrielle.
It was ordered to stand down.
Mission accomplished.
No.
No, Gregory couldn't do this.
He couldn't even finish his subservience test.
You just said slap a mannequin together and scribble a magic word on the forehead.
Is that really what you heard? Wow.
Besides, even if Gregory could do this kind of magic, he thought he was a sure thing.
That's true.
He's pretty lazy.
Okay.
So, we track down the golem, find out who created it, - destroy it, and then dinner and a movie.
- Jack.
Too aggressive? Right.
Aggressive openings aren't good.
Just the movie.
The Order will stop this thing and punish whoever's responsible, but you have to stay out of it.
I just think it would make more sense if we worked together.
I need you to say it, Jack.
- Seriously? - Say the words.
Okay.
I won't go look for the golem.
- It's for your own safety.
- No worries.
Now, all we're talking about is the nail in the coffin of my life-long mission.
- Mission? - Mission, dream.
Same thing.
Okay.
Well take care.
Yeah.
You, too.
"You, too.
" Dork.
"Take care.
" Idiot.
Have you ever wondered why you exist? What do we really know about him before he showed up here? How do we even know if he actually existed? How do we know if any of us actually exists? [DOOR OPENS SOFTLY.]
- Clay? - [DOOR SHUTS.]
Clay.
I told you not to touch my shit.
Sorry.
I suppose I should probably thank you.
Because of you, I live again.
I have a purpose.
What did I do? You figured it out.
But now now, I have to kill you.
- [METALLIC BOOM.]
- [JACK GASPS.]
Does it hurt? Death? No, I'm not trying to be a dick.
It's a legit question.
Oh, you obviously can't answer me.
That makes sense.
[MUFFLED GASPS.]
How long does it take humans to die? [MUFFLED YELLS.]
Okay, now I feel like you're just being a dick.
[MUFFLED YELLS.]
[CRASH OF GLASS.]
[MUFFLED YELLS.]
[MUFFLED ROARS.]
[MUFFLED YELLS.]
[MUFFLED YELLS CONTINUE.]
[RINGING SOUND.]
[THUMP.]
[SOUND OF RUBBLE FALLING.]
[JACK PANTS.]
[VERA.]
Gregory Crain.
You have been summoned by the Hermetic Order of the Blue Rose.
Will you heed the call? - I will.
- Take these, Acolyte, and begin your service.
[HEAVY THUD.]
[JACK.]
There's your killer.
He's a golem.
His name is Clay.
It's hilarious, right? Hopefully, you can use your magic and figure out who made it because the way I see it, whoever created that is the real monster.
Also, you need to rethink your secret door.
[DOOR RATTLES SHUT.]
[MALE VOICE.]
The head.
And the messenger.
[BIRD TWEETS.]
Who created you? Margaret Crain.
[SHOCKED MURMURS.]
[CLAY.]
Oh, hey, Jack.
Hey, no hard [RINGING SOUND.]
Let go of me! You can't do this.
I'm a member of the Gnostic Council, you have no right! The son, too.
I'm a legacy! Mom, you ruin everything! This is all your fault.
Let me go! Get your hands off me! You have no right [DOOR SHUTS.]
It appears you've been summoned.
Will you heed the call? [VERA.]
This is the part where you say yes, Mr.
Morton.
Yes.
Jack Morton.
With an entrance like that, we'll be expecting great things from you.
[JACK.]
He was right there and I just stood there, looking like an idiot.
My own dad didn't even recognize me.
[PETE.]
Why would he? He doesn't even know you exist.
The Order was supposed to be our ace in the hole, our weapon against him.
And now he's my boss! And he knows magic.
Pete they're monsters.
Mm.
And then there are the real monsters.
Yes! That werewolf is still out there, too! It's gonna be okay, sport.
I can't even think that.
'Cause from where I'm sitting, I'm boned.
Then change your seat because we just won this fucker.
The whole reason for you getting into The Order was to get you close to that son-of-a-bus driver.
We thought, what? Five years for you to graduate and use The Order's influence to place you in a job close to Coventry? Here we are, two weeks in you're already in the same room as him.
We've got him right where we want him.
And we're gonna make that asshole pay for driving your mother to suicide.
Plus you get to learn magic! Yeah.
- Magic.
- Yeah.
Fucking magic! Edward, please.
What wouldn't you do for your son? Oh, I wouldn't put his needs or my own above the needs of The Order.
And I wouldn't put myself in a position where I had to choose his fate.
The Fenestrated Man, Morlock's Lament or Solomon's End.
I I can't choose.
You can and you must.
Pick one, or I will.
The Lament.
- Damn you, the lament.
- That's what I'd choose.
The pain is excruciating, but death is quick.
Morlock's Lament.
You may proceed.
- Clay, stop.
I command you.
- He's not yours to command anymore.
Edward, please.
[WHIMPERS.]
[MARGARET WHIMPERING.]
Hey, legit question.
Tell me if this hurts, okay? [MARGARET CRIES OUT.]
[MARGARET SCREAMS.]
Nope.
This is one of your stupider ideas.
[TWIG SNAPS.]
[SNARLS.]
[SNARLS.]
[SNARLS.]
[DOOR BANGS SHUT.]
[MUFFLED SNARLS.]
[MUFFLED SNARLS.]
[BANGS.]
Hello? - [BANG.]
- [SNARLS.]
Shit! [SNARLS.]
[DOOR BANGS.]
I'm not fucking going down there.
- [CRASH.]
- [SNARLS.]
Trap yourself in the basement, Jack.
Nice.
- [CRASHING.]
- [SNARLING.]
[JACK'S FEET THUD ON STAIRS.]
[DOOR BANGS.]
[BOLT SLIDES HOME.]
[MUFFLED BANGS.]
Fuck! Oh, double fuck.
- [DOOR BANGS.]
- [BOLT SLIDES HOME.]
[BANG ON DOOR.]
[RATTLING SOUND.]
[CRASH.]
[CHEST CREAKS.]
[SNARLS.]
[JACK GASPS.]
[JACK YELLS.]
[JACK GROANS.]
- [JACK GROANS.]
- [SNARLS.]
[JACK GASPS AND GROANS.]
- [SNARLS.]
- [JACK YELLS.]
[SNARLS.]