05x05 - The Tale of Prisoners Past

[bunniefuu]

[Creaking]

[Clattering]

[Child's laughter]

Tucker, don't move.

Uh-oh.

I can't believe
you blew me off.

What's with the paint,
Picasso?

Tucker was
supposed to help me

paint the den,

but he never
showed.

I didn't finish
till minutes ago.

I'm sorry.
I got hung up.

I'll hang you up
by your feet, you little--

Easy, boys, easy.
Save it for home.

I hate it when
I step in water.

Who says I stepped
in water?

Euw.

Yes, absolutely.
I can't wait.

Huh?

What happened to you?

Shh.

He'll tell you later.
I want to start.

Want to wipe up?

Thanks.

My story's
kind of fitting.

It's about brothers
that don't get along

for a lot of reasons,

but mostly because they're
so different from each other.

Is tonight nonfiction night?

And it's about trust.

It's about knowing that
when you're in trouble

and your back's
to the wall,

you got to have somebody
to rely on.

And it may be
the one person

that you least expect.

Submitted for the approval
of the Midnight Society,

I call this story...

[Clanking]

[Alarm]

The power.

Code blue, code blue.

We have a break.

Lockdown on block .

They're out!

[Screaming]

And that's how
it all began.

October , --
the great prison revolt.

We'll now have
a -minute break

so you can go and visit
the souvenir stand,

and then we'll take you
to the devil's den,

where the murderers
were housed.

Tucker: Jason and Scott
were complete opposites.

Jason was president
of the chess club--

small, smart
and kind of a loner.

Scott was a jock--
big, tough, and popular.

They never had anything
to do with each other,

until Jason's mother
married Scott's father.

Big trouble.

Well, I like the
designs on this one,

but the colors on this
one are really cool,

and this one's
really neat.

So?

Um, that one.
No, not that one.

This one's better,
but, uh,

this one's funnier.

Excuse me. He'll
take that one,

I'll take this one.
Thank you.

But I didn't--

That'll be $ .

Hey, you owe me bucks.

Get lost.

Listen, jock itch,
you stole half my room

and I'm not going
to let you

steal half
my money, too.

Well, I only
have a $ bill.

Now, you're welcome
to come and get it,

if you like.

I didn't think so.

P.A.: Visitors,
please line up at--

tour's starting again.
This way, everyone.

Hey.

Cover for me. I'll
crunch that little weasel.

Boo.

Gotcha.

You wish.

I saw it.
You jumped.

I scared the great
tough one.

I'm just gonna
leave you down here.

Wait up.

Whoa.

It's another dummy, dummy.

I've been called
a lot of names,

but dummy ain't
one of them.

Most call me One-Eyed Jack.

Why are you in there?
Are you an actor?

Actor?

[Chuckling]

I made one mistake
in life--

robbed a bank.

But I done my time,
and more.

Wow. That's cute.
You sell t-shirts, too?

You...

Come here.

Open the door.

Huh?

Pull the lever--
right there.

This one?

Yeah. Pull it.

Well, maybe
we shouldn't,

but maybe it's part
of the show.

Would you
give me a break.

Oh, freedom, freedom.

[Laughing]

Man, that was awesome.

Let's get out
of here.

Go in the cell.

Hey, how did you
do that?

Go in.

No, thanks.
I'm outta here.

I said go
in the cell.

On the count of ,
follow me.

One, --

.

Come back.

[Panting]

Tell me that
wasn't weird.

[Screaming]

Where have you been?

Mr. Clarence,
there's a guy--

like a ghost--
he had a patch--

The bus is leaving now,
with or without you.

Maybe we should
call the police,

or, maybe the prison
officials, or the newspapers.

Yeah. No, they'll think
we're crazy.

Let me see. The police.

But the prison people
should know.

Enough, OK?

You're driving
me nuts.

Well, we should think
about the options.

You only have options.

One, you shut up.
, I shut you up.

Choose.

All right. Are you
saying we should

just forget about
what we saw?

I'll tell you
what we saw.

We saw
some new exhibit,

a movie, a hologram,
something.

You think?

What do you think
it was, a ghost?

Yeah, that is
kind of dumb, huh?

[Chuckling]

You know what else
is really dumb?

No. What?

Never ever
take money from me.

Ow.

[Swoosh]

Scott, did you
hear that noise?

Scott?

[Clattering]

Scott?

Stop fooling around.

I know you're in there.

What are you doing?

Just getting some water.
What are you doing?

Well, I heard a noise.

I thought it might be--

Did you open the window?

No.

You know I can't sleep
with the wind blowing in.

I'll wake up
with a cold.

Come back.

Please come back.

You must come back.

What is it?
Are you all right?

It was a ghost--
outside the window.

Take a look.

OK, our class
was at

the penitentiary
place today.

And we found
this guy in a cell

and we let him out.

It had to be a ghost.

Guys, that prison
freaked me out

when I was a kid, too.

No, it really
happened.

There's no ghosts
out here,

unless they can fly up
a couple stories.

Ha! See, that's exactly
what it did.

Aren't you guys
a little old

to still believe
in the bogeyman?

No, no, but--

Good night, boys.

I didn't know the
bogeyman had an age limit.

Nobody's gonna
believe us.

Why did
it come here?

Why is it after us?

I don't know.

Maybe it wants us
to take its place

for all eternity.

Yeah, well...

I know one thing.

And that's that I'm
not going anywhere

without a fight.

If that thing
comes back,

are you with me, or are
you going to wuss out?

I'm no wuss.

Yeah, we'll see.
You got first watch.

April, May-- got it.

June , .

"One-Eyed Jack,
a convict doing time

"for robbing the first
federal bank, escapes.

"Prison officials
baffled as to how

he eluded the
top-level security."

August , .

The week the prison
closed.

That's right.

"As the state's maximum security
prison shuts its doors forever,

"its perfect record has only one blemish
-- One-Eyed Jack--

"the only prisoner
ever to escape

still remains at large."

They never found him.

OK, listen to this. "Elma Briggs,
the daughter of One-Eyed Jack,

"demands access
to prison records.

A prison spokesman
calls her unbalanced."

It says here that she
lives on linden place.

That's on
the West Side, right?

Yeah, so?

Maybe we should--

[footsteps]

What was that?

It's him!

Hey, where are
you going?

Go away.
Leave us alone.

I'm not afraid
of you.

Well, you'd better be,

because if you
don't keep it down,

I'm going to throw
your butts out of here.

I didn't wimp out,

I just thought maybe
we should retreat.

Well, just
stop thinking.

Ow!

Ring the bell.

No, you ring it.

What do you want?

Uh, just to talk
to you, ma'am.

About what?

One-Eyed Jack.

Is he your father?

Why can't you let me
live in peace?

Where's the patch
over your eye, boy?

Didn't you bring it with
you, like all the others?

Don't you want
a good laugh?

Jeez, lady, chill.

Get off my property,
and don't come back.

You hear me? Don't
you ever come back.

I wish Mom was here.

Why, so you could tell
her how you wussed out?

Would you get off
my back?

I'm sick of taking
your flack.

So why don't you do something
about it then, wuss boy?

Or can't you decide?

Maybe I should punch him,

but maybe
I'll hurt myself.

Maybe I should
tell mommy,

but, then again--

Stop! Get off
my case.

That did it.

I am going to hit
you so hard

that your mama's
gonna feel it.

Scott!

Scott?

Scott?

Oh, no one's
gonna believe me.

But I got to do something.

[Clank]

Scott?

Scott? You all right?

Scott, it's me.

Jeez.

Where are we?

We're in the prison.

One-Eyed Jack
brought you here.

What are we doing?
Let's bolt.

What do you want?

We didn't
do anything to you.

Why did he
bring us here?

I don't know.
What if he--

Hold on a second.

He brought me here.

How did you get here?

I came to rescue you.

Guess I didn't
do so hot.

You're trying
to save me.

Yeah.

Why?

I don't know. Maybe to
prove I'm not a wimp.

What?
Ugh!

I just saw the biggest,
fattest rat I have ever seen.

Where'd it go?

I don't know.
Some hole--

A hole?

What are you doing?

Well, this is the cell that
One-Eyed Jack escaped from--

How did he get out?

A tunnel.

I'll bet it's behind
the toilet.

It's coming--pull.

Looks like
a ventilation shaft.

Want me to go first?

Yeah.

I don't think so.
Get going.

We're losing head-room.

You OK?

Yeah.

Ooh. Oh, man,
I lost the flashlight.

Hey, why are
you stopping?

I'm freaking in here.

There's something
blocking the way.

Hold on. I got
the flashlight.

All right. We need
some light.

[Screaming]

Oh, no, it's Jack!

Oh, my--ugh.

That is so nasty.

One-Eyed Jack: years

I've been stuck
in that shaft.

Look, pal, why can't you just
leave me and my brother alone?

Such a good job
of covering my tracks.

Everyone thought I escaped.

That was you?

Not a pretty way to go.

No one heard me.

No one even knew
I was there--

till now.

Sorry for putting you
through all that, boys.

Um, that's no problem.
We're just going to go now.

Wait.

Could you do me
a favor first?

Could you tell my daughter
what happened to me?

She's paid a heavy price all
these years, not knowing.

Um...

I don't think
she's gonna believe us.

Look in my pocket--

you'll find something
that'll help.

Thank you, boys.

Thank you.

Tucker:
After all those years,

One-Eyed Jack's daughter

finally found out what
happened to her father,

and she, too,
found some peace.

Thank you, boys.

Thank you.

So, uh, what do you
want to do now?

Well, we could go
the arcade,

and then get
some lunch.

Sounds good.

Or, we could get
lunch first,

and then go
to the arcade.

Sorry, no. Arcade,
then lunch.

Or, you know,
on the other hand,

maybe we could just
go to the arcade...

Here's the bucks
I owe you,

but don't push it,
all right?

And Jason and Scott
found that

in spite of
their differences...

They really were brothers.

Cool.
Wow.

How sweet.

Saturday night-- I can't wait.

What is going on Saturday?

We gotta talk.

You must have
a death wish.

I didn't
help you today

'cause I got
stuck in line

waiting to buy tickets.

Tickets to what?

Happy birthday.

Lollapalooza tickets?

These aren't possible
to get.

And I told Sam you
wanted to take her.

I knew
you'd be too chicken.

I... you... but...

Tucker? Sometimes I
want to wring your neck,

but other times, I wonder
what I'd do without you.

Thanks.

You're welcome.