01x04 - Episode 4

[bunniefuu]

- MR. GONE NARRATES:
Most of us inhabit at least

two worlds...the real world,
where we're at the mercy of

circumstance, and the world
within, the unconscious,

a safe place where we can
escape.

The Maxx shifts between these
worlds...against his will.

Here, homeless, he lives
in a box in an alley.

The only one who really cares
for him is Julie Winters,

a freelance social worker.

But in Pangaea, the other world,
he rules the Outback

and is the protector of Julie,
his Jungle Queen.

- There, he cares for her.

But he always ends up
back in the real world.

And me, old Mr. Gone...

Only I can see that
the secret which unites them

could destroy them.

I could be helpful.

Ah, screw it!

I think I'll have some fun
with them, first.

- MAXX: That's right,
you little b*stard, run.

You'll lead me right to him.

The pounding in my head is like
an ice pick, but I can't stop.

One minute I see Julie Winters
dressed as the Leopard Queen,

and insane, the next,
I'm back here still chasing

this little monster.

The gawkers glare at me since,
to them, the Isz looks like

a 96-year-old grandmother.

But I know that it is a tool
of the evil sorcerer, Mr. Gone.

He is a serial r*pist
and m*rder*r who will destroy

the city unless I stop him.

Of course, maybe they're all
staring at me 'cause I might

have just said all that
out loud.

Ooops.

- Crap, it happened again.

But this time I've got to keep
my city memories...

Remember all the people who'll
be mutilated or k*lled

if I don't find him...

Remember...

Uh...

Why am I chasing this Isz?

Well, I probably had a good
reason.

- The world flickers about me
a I run, passing by like

the spokes of a spinning wheel,
light and dark,

real and unreal.

Suddenly, even a passing
Air Whale has two forms

and two meanings.

No, I am the Maxx.

I must not give in to these
fantasies of weakness...

doubtless, this is some charm
laid on me by an evil shaman,

evil sorcerer.

Only the chase has meaning
and the Isz cannot match me.

I almost have it.

Spears!

A Spotted Seussadon dies
instantly dragged down to some

stygian pit.

But I survive and triumph.

- I cannot remember why I...

- Huh?

A thousand mindless panicked
Isz swimming from the ground

like moles.

I will not be taken.

I am the Maxx.

I am...

The world's starting to change
to gray...

Must fight...

Must...

No!

They are all dead.

All.

I have k*lled all.

Huh?

I have penetrated to the wet,
soft, white, squishy, but true

heart of darkness.

But why?

Something about the Leopard
Queen...

A magician...

And a strange, dirty land...

Filled with cities and crime...

Crime only I can fight.

I can't think about that now.

Damn, the net was too fast
for me.

I feel myself dragged
underground to some desperate

fate, but I will be free
for I am the...

- Mommy.

- No!

I hate waking up to someone
else's nightmare.

I especially hate waking up
in someone else's bathroom.

And what's worse...this bathroom
has leaky pipes.

- Hm, why do I know this
is a bathroom?

I am the King of the wild
places.

I shouldn't know anything about
pipes and gaskets and traps

and valves, but I do...just like
I know that dream was not

my dream.

It belonged to the Leopard
Queen...in some way I can't

explain.

Hmmm, the rod goes up
and the water stops.

The rod goes down and...
Ugh!

- A little confused by modern
technology, hm, Br'er Lappin?

Boo!

Pretty neat mask, right?

I use it to frighten the natives
away from my Isz harvesting

operations.

I not only need to trap those
little buggers, but enough large

animals to feed them, as well.

Oh, don't worry.

It's only me, Mr. Gone,
man of two worlds and master

of disguise.

Give this...

to Julie Winters when
you see her.

After my encounter with her on
the fifth zone, I may not have

a head to go back to.

Another tussle.

Good for the soul.

You really don't remember
how I fight back at the gas

station, do you?

- Eat droppings, puck wallow!

- Naughty, naughty,
Br'er Lappin.

Do they teach you to talk
like that back at the warren?

- Ant teekler!

- And you're a lot stronger
on this side.

I have to remember that.

- Arrrg, hairless circling!

- Maxx, we can't waste our time
like this.

- Why not?

I fight evil and you are evil.

- No, no, that's just it.

You're no superhero.

You're a protector.

Julie Win...
Uh, I mean the Leopard Queen's

protector.

- Huh?

- The two of you are
soul-linked.

What she feels, you feel,
and she is lost, lost in

the city and in her mind.

- Why should I believe you,
vile sorcerer?

- Maxx.

- You are bad.

- Maxx.

- I am good.

- Maxx.

- I am the Maxx.

- Maxx!

- What?

- Let me just convince you
with one word.

Mommy.

You see, I know about the dream,
about the doll,

about everything.

I know who you really are,
who you were before you found

the mask lying in the mud,
and what you are now behind

the mask, although you've been
too cowardly to look.

- Tell me.

- Maybe later.

The truth about you is merely
embarrassing.

Julie's truth could destroy her.

- And this Julie
and the Queen of the Leopard

women are one?

- Yep.

Man, this is gonna be a long
night.

This primitive plain, which you
think is Australia, and I call

Pangaea, is all that is real.

The other world is a dream where
we're trapped playing out

our deepest fantasies.

When Julie Winters was hurt,
never mind how, she created

a fantasy world for herself...
a place where she would have

control.

You've got to go back for her,
to the city, find her,

and protect her, keep her from
knowing too much of the truth

all at once, for the truth
will destroy her.

- MAXX NARRATES:
At least, that's what

the villain told me.

But who can believe a villain.

Still, as I talked to Julie,
I can't help remembering

his words.

He never told me anything
straight out, only in riddles.

But he implied a lot.

He hinted she was in danger...
maybe from herself.

Do you think we're ready for
toenail clipping at this stage

in our relationship?

- h*, h*, funny boy.

Here, let me do it.

You're too careful.

- MAXX NARRATES:
She seems a lot quieter since

her encounter with Mr. Gone,
more pensive, calmer.

- You've gotta get right in
there and trim those babies.

- MAXX NARRATES:
Ew, weirder.

Gone told me how three years
ago, a young architectural

student was beaten and r*ped
and left for dead.

Julie, are you gonna be okay?

I mean, being kidnapped and all.

- Hey, Gone tried his tricks on
me, but I got the best of him.

So it's history.

- MAXX NARRATES: When she got
out of the hospital, she used

all her tuition money to set up
a new life as a freelance

social worker tying to help
other victims of the urban

nightmare.

- JULIE: I hate whining
and I hate professional victims.

All day long I hear sob stories
from idiots who can't cope

and so they pick something
to blame.

I was robbed.

I was r*ped.

Nobody loves me.

Zzzzt, time out.

- MAXX NARRATES: This woman
used her position to build

a wall around herself.

- JULIE: Everybody's gotta take
responsibility for their own

life, you know.

- MAXX NARRATING: She helped
people by controlling them,

hoping to smother her own
pain...something like that...

and somewhere in the wild land,
in the land of dreams,

in Pangaea, her inner self
was imprisoned by her own

self-loathing.

I don't know.

It seems like if somebody's
r*ped, it's not like a test

you failed or a job where
you get fired.

It's somebody else's guilt
for once.

You get to have your own
anger and...

- JULIE: Hey, Maxx, save
the liberal feminist garbage

for someone who cares, okay?

- MAXX NARRATES: At least,
that's what Gone told me.

I don't know if I believed
anything he said...least of

all about Julie.

- JULIE: Sorry.

I know you're just trying to
watch out for me like you always

do, but it's over now.

I cut the b*stard's head free.

You chased him back to
god-knows-where.

It's over.

- MAXX NARRATES: And, in fact,
I was already having trouble

remembering the details
of what he said.

It was like a dream...

- JULIE: And I'm gonna
be just fine.

- MAXX NARRATES:
...a really bad dream.

- MAN: Safe home, dear friends,
and come again, to behold the

mysteries of MTV's "Oddities."