05x01 - The Phalanx Covenant: Part 1

Episode transcripts for the TV show "X-Men: The Animated Series". Aired: October 31, 1992 – September 20, 1997.*
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Animated superhero television series follows Professor Charles Xavier and his band of courageous mutants.
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05x01 - The Phalanx Covenant: Part 1

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[theme music playing]

[crowd clamoring]

[cop 1] This is two-baker-ten,
we're on the scene,
request a backup, over.

This kind of thing
ain't supposed to
happen here.

Stinking muties.

[metal ripping]

[roaring]

Two-baker-ten, we need that
backup, now!

[roaring]

Not again! Why doesn't
Sabretooth get a life?

I fear Sabretooth's
rages are at times,
beyond his control.

Like Wolverine
would be, if he knew
we were after Sabretooth.

Which is precisely why

Professor Xavier
did not want him
accompanying us.

Dealing with one
crazed combatant
is challenge enough.

[Sabretooth exclaiming]

[police sirens wailing]

[Sabretooth roaring]

Put me down!
Put me down!

I find tranquilizing gas
eminently preferable to
physical aggression.

And it tends to
be much gentler
on the citizenry.

[crowd coughing]

Though somehow I doubt
Sabretooth will thank us

for his timely abduction.

Our detention facilities are
adequate to hold Sabretooth
for the short term.

But we cannot keep
him here indefinitely.

[Xavier] Agreed.
If I cannot get
through to him this time,

we shall turn him over
to the authorities,

but I must first
try to help.

Uh, don't you think
we ought to tell
Wolverine?

I know of no way to
explain Sabretooth's
presence to him

that won't start a w*r.

I would not be concerned,
Jubilee.

The sedative will keep
Sabretooth asleep for
another eight hours.

We can discuss it
in the morning.

[computer buzzing]

Beast says with
what he gave him,

Sabretooth won't
be up for hours. Oops.

[groaning] Where is he?

Don't worry,
Wolverine,
it's okay!

We got him locked
up in the basement.

-The Professor's gonna...
-No!

The Professor's
in the gym!

Oh, no.

[metallic clanking]

Professor,
we gotta talk.

It seems that
you have heard.

You know how I feel.

You want him breathing,
get him out of here.

As long as Sabretooth
is in our custody,
he is under my protection.

If you want to att*ck
him, you will have
to deal with me.

[groaning]

I'm sorry. I'm really sorry!

[groaning]

All right.
But I warned you before,
and nobody listened.

If he stays, he gets
me as a babysitter.

I'd prefer it if
you'd get some rest.

I'd prefer that, too,

but it ain't gonna happen.

[computer beeping]

Look who finally got up
off his lazy hind end,

and decided to
pay me a visit.

You got it all wrong.
I was busy,

dreaming about
taking you apart.

Gee, I was dreaming
about that sweet
little frail of yours,

what's her name,
Silver Fox?

You low-life piece of...
Hold it!

[sniffing]

I don't know
who you are, bub,

or how you know
what you know,

but you ain't Sabretooth!

I don't care whose skin
you're wearing, bub...

[metallic clinking]

...but I'm dying to find
out what's inside.

Whenever you're ready,
little man!

[roaring]

[Mr. Sinister]
Xavier, can you read me?
They're everywhere!

They're inside the walls!

Who are you?
I'm not reading you.

Your transmission
is breaking up.

Xavier, are you hearing me?
You're in great danger!

I'm realigning
the antenna array,
boosting power.

Professor, can you hear me?

Sinister, what?

Xavier, you must help me!
This thing...

What's happening?

A being of immense
power has att*cked
my base of operations.

My men are all captured,
destroyed.

This being causes infection,
it's spreading.
You must stop it!

We'll do everything
we can once we analyze
the nature of this thing!

There is no time for analysis!
The creature consumes matter!

It can take on any form!
You cannot wait.

Professor, behind you!

What the...

[screaming]

Professor! Professor!
Professor!

[jazz music playing]

[exclaiming]

Target identified.
McCoy, Henry.

[wall crashing]

[groaning]

[thumping]

Hmm. Not our usual
evening visitor.

Fascinating. It moves
through solid matter
like I move through air.

Oh, my stars!

[groaning]

Logan!

Hank!

[groaning]

I am coming, Logan!

No! Hank! Don't!

[groans]

Get out of here, Hank!
You gotta... Get help!
Get...

Logan!

Do not resist, mutant.
You will be assimilated.

Perhaps.
But not this night.

[expl*si*n]

A sample may prove useful.

[gasping]

There must be some sort
of neuro-chemical signal

linking the
individual units!

[government agent] Dr. McCoy,

move away from the house.
Leave the situation to us.

We need to debrief you.

Very well, but I...

No vehicles?
Then how did
they arrive?

Under the circumstances,
I am sure Logan
will understand.

[car engine starting]

Relatively slow-moving.
I should easily
outdistance it.

Negative.
Accelerate!
Accelerate!

[car tires screeching]

Do not be alarmed.
Self is friend.
Ally. On your side.

Who, what are you?

[Warlock] No time for
introductions! Drive!

Self hopes
Self-friend Beast
had light supper.

[Beast] My word!

[Phalanx] Acquisition
of McCoy delayed.

Remaining mutants
ready for transport.

I believe some
introduction
is in order.

Affirmative. Self is...
I am called Warlock.

It is not a name,
but a title.

I am heir apparent
of the Phalanx,

a cluster some 37.5
light years distant.

What it cannot assimilate,
it destroys.

As I neared maturity,

the time when I would
forever merge with
the Phalanx,

I realized I had no
heart for conquest.

My Lifemate felt as I did.

Together, we broke free
and fled the Phalanx.

As we searched
for a new home,
our ship became damaged.

[metallic thumping]

I struggled to
regain control,
but I could not.

Our ship crashed
on your Earth.

When I awoke here,
I could not find
my Lifemate.

I feared the worst.

Men came. Many men,
with vehicles and machines.

They took our ship.

And Self was too
afraid to help her.

Now Phalanx has
followed us here,

and your world
will be lost.

Self is ashamed.

[Beast]
There is no need to be.

Our world is not lost yet.

Land on that roof
over there.

Self followed men's
trucks to a laboratory,

but there was no
sign of Lifemate.

Until Self
followed her energy
pattern to your home.

You mean that creature
is your Lifemate?

No! Yes. In part.

The Phalanx has her now.

Has done something to her.
Something horrible.

Query-- will you help us,
McCoy? Please?

Perhaps we can
help each other.

I have a lab in
this building.

I would like to
examine a sample
of your tissue.

[buttons beeping]

We are fortunate
that it is after-hours.

Query-- why is
this fortunate?

I fear your
appearance might
alarm the staff.

Then Self will
change appearance.

[exclaiming] Of course.
This way.

Astonishing.
Assimilation occurs rapidly
in metallic substances,

but more slowly
in non-metals.

Living tissues are
also assimilated
quickly,

yet mutant tissue
seems somehow immune.

Does this assimilation
occur independent of
conscious thought?

Oh, no,
Self-friend Hank!

As with the Phalanx,
every part of Self
thinks and feels.

Query-- if Self-friend
Hank is finished,

may Self reintegrate
the sample?

Well, yes, if you like.

Extraordinary!
Do that again, please!

Of course!
The rate of the assimilation
is directly proportional

to the substance's
electrical conductivity.

Query-- what is
Self-friend Hank
talking about?

[Beast]
The assimilation process is
an electromagnetic phenomenon.

That would explain
how the Phalanx
was able to travel

so quickly along the fence.

It could transmit
its mass along any
good conductor,

railroad tracks, power lines,
phone lines. Good heavens!

This thing could be
far more dangerous
than we realized!

Query--
what is Self-friend...

I am patching in
to President Kelly's
emergency line.

He must be alerted
to the danger!

Dr. McCoy.
What's the trouble?

Mr. President,
I must warn you
of a grave thr*at.

Don't say any more, Doctor.
This may not be a secure line.

What's your location?

The Grace Eye Clinic
in New York City.

We'll send a chopper
to pick both of you up.

Be on the roof in
10 minutes. Kelly out.

Self-friend Hank.
You did not tell
the President about Self.

We can explain
the situation
when we arrive.

-Right now we must...
-Query--

then what did the President
mean by both of us?

[expl*si*n]

Self-friend Hank,
your President is
no longer human.

The patients!

Self-friend Hank.
We cannot help
them by ourselves!

No, we cannot.
But who can
we turn to?

My specialty is
organic chemistry.

But the Phalanx is
as much inorganic
as organic.

Of course!
I only pray we are not
too late in reaching him.

Query-- will not
a transmission
reveal our location?

Not if I direct it through
a few relay satellites.

Dr. McCoy, I wish I could
say I'm happy to see you,
but for some reason,

a visit from the X-Men
is usually more trouble
than it is worth.

I'm afraid this time
will be no different,
Forge.

I believe all life on
Earth may be at risk.

Can we meet somewhere safe?

If this is your idea
of a joke, McCoy...

I only wish it were.

Milford Township.
Sid's Grill on Oakhurst.

One hour.

Agreed. Trust no one.

Not even your own team.

Understood.

You said you could
sense your Lifemate's
energy pattern.

Affirmative.
Self could not
forget her pattern,

even as Phalanx.

Then could you tell if
Forge is really Forge?

Affirmative.
But only in person.

[sighs] I guess we
need to be thankful
for small favors.

[Hodge] Unfortunately, there
has been little progress in
mutant assimilation.

The X-factor in their
genetic structure

is resistant to the
assimilation process.

Work continues
on the Spire.

[Nucleus] The Spire is
of primary importance.

Mutant assimilation serves
only to accelerate

completion of
the primary Phalanx.

Once that has
been accomplished,

all Phalanx will
rejoin the nexus.

Random genetic
reproduction
will cease,

and at last, all life
on this world will attain
the perfection of the Phalanx.

[car doors closing]

Please don't do that.

Sorry.

Both beings are human,
though Forge has
inorganic components.

Additional being
is fully biological.

Additional?
Well, as long
as he's human.

[Beast] Quicksilver!

He seems to think
the base personnel
are acting strangely.

Is he right?

Quite probably.

This young man
is Warlock.

We have discovered
something disturbing.

It began roughly
12 hours ago.

And we waited
until you arrived.

It was the only way
to be sure you were
unaffected.

You don't expect us
to believe this.

Dr. McCoy isn't
given to flights
of fancy, Pietro.

But couldn't this be
some elaborate ruse?

We know of
any number of
mutants capable of...

[crowd complaining]

I know how
it must sound.

But, Warlock, would you
assimilate that fork?

Interesting.
And I'm afraid

corroborating evidence
is standing outside.

[crowd complaining]

Miss, is there
a rear exit to
this establishment?

There is no exit, mutant.

[screaming]

Lifemate, no!
Please!

Warlock! Help Self!

[groaning]

Control link re-established.

[glass shattering]

[exploding]

I'll bring
the van around.

No, wait!

Leave me! You can
travel faster alone!

Not necessary!

[crowd clamoring]

Great spirit
protect us!

Indeed. This way.

Get down.

-Ah!
-[exploding]

Though Mr. Sinister
may seem an odd ally,

the pragmatism of "the enemy
of your enemy is your friend"
seems to apply.

Quickly! They're reforming!

[thumping]

[Beast] Go! Go!

It destroyed my records,
my laboratory, my men.

All gone.

I have run a projection
based on what we have
observed so far.

It appears that if
this Phalanx organism
proceeds unchecked,

76% of the world's population
will be assimilated
within four days.

-[welding device buzzing]
-[Forge] But you're
using a viral model.

This thing thinks.

It knew to go for the
President and it knew
to ambush us at Milford.

It knows just what
and when to infect.

True, but the range
of its control seems
limited.

In the diner,
that portion of it
seemed to revert briefly.

Perhaps it needs
a larger transmitter
to extend its range.

Something like that,
for instance?

[Warlock] It is the Spire!

The Phalanx will
use it to summon
the rest of my people!

To add this planet
to the Phalanx empire!

It is Self's fault.
Self never should
have come here.

Now, Self-friends,
Beast, Forge,

your world is doomed!

You and me. We're gonna be
together like it was always
meant to be.

Everything's gonna be okay.

[crackling]

-[gasps] What's that?
-Shh.

Ha ha. Oh, Cody.

Cody, I can touch you!
It's true!

[sighs]

What have I done?

[intense music playing]
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