01x07 - The Dance of the Celestial Orb

Episode transcripts for the TV show "The Mysterious Benedict Society". Aired: June 25, 2021 - present.*
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Mystery adventure series based on the children's books by Trenton Lee Stewart; follows four gifted orphans who are recruited to go on a secret mission undercover at a boarding school known as The Institute.
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01x07 - The Dance of the Celestial Orb

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STICKY: Curtain designed the Whisperer
to make us feel loyal.

We have to remember that he's the enemy.

- You're jealous.
- What?

The Whisperer is manipulating your mind,
your emotions.

I know. For the better.

This is all such a blatant disregard

for the safety of Reynie
and his companions.

BENEDICT: We'll exfiltrate the children
at first light.

Right now, we need to focus
on the Farm and the Forest.

Only Executives are allowed
to clean the Server Room.

The Server... Farm?

Yeah. That's what I said.

KATE: You know, if the offer still stands,

I wouldn't mind coming by and checking out
your sweet new room.

I made this for you.

For me?

S.Q.: I'm going to the Forest
with a friend.

This friend of yours,

- do they have a name?
- Reynie.

REYNIE: It's incredible.

Those aren't real trees.
What are they for?

I don't know,
but he says once they're turned on,

I have to stay away for a while.

- When is it going to be turned on?
- Twenty-two hours from now.

(sighs)

(thudding)

CURTAIN: That's the one.

CONSTANCE: Blue berets on everyone.

REYNIE: They're not subliminal
suggestions anymore.

They're commands.

Textbook mind control.

Let's go. Right now.

Wait. We could put good thoughts
into people's heads.

You're not thinking straight.

I'm the only one here who is thinking!

You wanna hash things out? Go ahead.
I've got work to do.

REYNIE: Kate! Wait! You can't do it alone!

(action music)

(grunting)

(clanks)

(grunts)

(cart rattles)

(switch clatters)

(door opens)

(door closes)

You're still here?

SCIENTIST: I have to calibrate
the power actuator.

Well, go get some shut-eye.

You'll need your rest for tomorrow.
We're all systems go.

(door opens)

(door closes)

(action music)

(beeping)

What the...

I'll take row A.

You had A last time. You can do B.

- I have a special feel for A.
- They're identical.

- Then why do you care?
- Variety. Monotony is soul-crushing.

JACKSON: I don't think we've come
to a consensus on that.

JILLSON: No, it's been determined.

JACKSON: Why do we have
to dust the Server Room?

JILLSON: Use it as an opportunity
for quiet reflection.

Really seems like something
the Helpers should be doing.

Dr. Curtain only trusts Executives
in the Server Room.

You should feel honored.

JACKSON: I am.

So honored.

- Let's really get into the vents.
- Filth. Filthy.

- Total dust traps.
- Especially this one.

(rattles)

(suspenseful music)

(grunts)

(rope creaks)

(rattles)

I think the rats are back.

Maintenance just exterminated.

They're resilient creatures.

Call it in. Tell them to fog it this time.

Max density.

No mercy.

(clanks)

(rattles)

Not a rat.

Intruder.

Intruder!

(alarm blaring)

(theme music)

(crickets chirping)

BENEDICT: Oh, come on.

Still no sign?

No. Nothing but Institute patrol boats.

I'm beginning to think
something terrible has happened.

RHONDA: Given his memory challenges,

it's possible he just forgot
to paint the rock.

Oh. I admire your optimism,

but it's only Milligan's long-term memory
that's hampered.

His short-term memory is spectacular.

He would never forget to signal us.

Well, perhaps he encountered
one of their boats

- and was forced to remain submerged.
- Hmm.

That's a plausible theory.

I buy it.

I completely... buy it.

What is it?

Milligan...

(crickets chirping)

(gate creaks open)

(grunting)

(gate clanks)

(gasps)

(waves crashing)

(suspenseful music)

(indistinct chatter in distance)

(gasps)

(panting)

The South and East egress points
haven't been accessed.

The intake vent's right here.

This is the only other way out.

(gate creaks)

(indistinct chatter)

(panting)

(grunting)

MCCABE: Someone was in this vent.

VAN HORN: Let's get a team out here.

(tranquil music)

REYNIE: Sticky!

Sticky!

Wake up!

Huh?

- What time is it?
- REYNIE: I don't know.

We've been too busy
looking for Kate all night.

While you've been busy
dreaming of premium steak.

How did you know that?

Kate still hasn't come back to her room.

She's a lone wolf. Always has been.

I gotta get ready.

I might have Whisperer duty later.

Listen to you.

The Whisperer's more important to you
than your friend's safety?

Jumping to conclusions
is a failure of character.

REYNIE: What? That's exactly like
something Curtain would say.

Right from the quotebook.

You guys are stressing out about nothing.

About nothing?

Kate is in danger, Sticky. Real danger.

And you helped put her there.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled.

Don't apologize. I like this side of you.

The Whisperer's changed you, Sticky.

The Sticky I know
would be worried sick about Kate.

The truth is,
you're not yourself right now.

How would you know?

Because I know you. And I care about you.

If you cared about me,
you'd want me to be happy.

Instead of standing there
and telling me who I am.

I'm your friend. Your best friend.

So I'm supposed to be the one
to remind you who you are.

And that's thoughtful,
and selfless and caring.

I want that Sticky back.

Reynie, I'm your friend too.

I've just learned not to worry so much.

I'm telling you. Kate's fine.

Then we're going to go look
for her ourselves.

You can't. You'll miss breakfast.

We don't care about breakfast.

They'll notice.

(radio screeching)

SECURITY: Five, , . .

I'm getting a three-quarter wave
on the B spectrum, . .

(static)

VAN HORN:
We gotta get back to headquarters.

- (camera shutter clicks)
- We've been out here all night.

(grunting)

(indistinct radio chatter)

Investigation done at Delta.
Moving to Echo. Over.

Wrap it up!

(gate creaks close)

(panting)

Finally.

(exhales)

(grunting)

(panting)

Grappling hook. Nylon rope...

No!

(thuds)

(waves crashing in distance)

(panting)

Milligan may be the strongest man
I've ever met,

but he was also the gentlest.

I only wish we could have
known him better.

Not could have.

You still can.

We have no reason to believe
he did not make it.

Well, the severed propeller
does give me some pause.

It's sobering.

Well, I have never met
a more competent swimmer.

If anyone could survive
the violent implosion of a submarine,

or the bone-crushing onslaught
of seawater, it's Milligan.

He never fails. He gets there.

Sometimes,
via an inordinately circuitous path.

But he does not give up.

Ever.

Then neither will we.

NUMBER TWO: Good.

We will go rescue him.

What?

Yes. Let's go.

I will be more like him.

I will do whatever it takes,
even if it costs me my own life.

Mr. Benedict, please.

We will depart for the island
as soon as possible.

- That's right.
- NUMBER TWO: How?

Security is impenetrable.
You saw the patrols.

I will bring Milligan back safely.
I will bring them all back.

(door opens)

Mr. Benedict?

You were right.

You were absolutely right.

I never should have doubted you.

What?

How hard can it be? It's an island!

A small island! An islet!

Forensics are running multiple tests.

If the evidence is there,

we will have a positive ID
on a suspect very soon.

I certainly have my own suspicions.

Thank you.

S.Q.

Your friend, Reynard Muldoon...

Yesterday, didn't he ask you
to take him to the Forest?

What are you saying?

Are you saying
Reynie's not actually friends with me?

He's just using me?

Right, who'd be friends
with Shepard Quaid,

unless they were out to get something.

- Couldn't be the conversation...
- Okay.

...or the good time,
this has to be some kind of scam.

Son, with my father hat, I hear your pain,
and it's something I acknowledge.

Now, I'm gonna put on my steward
of this institution hat

and ask you a question, S.Q.

It's a very simple yes or no question,
all right?

What?

Did you or did you not take Reynie
to the Forest?

It's a yes or no. Binary choice.

No.

You told me not to.

(panting)

(grunts)

Come on.

(Kate grunting)

Come on,
you're Kate "the Great" Wetherall,

the trapeze goddess.

You can do this!

(panting)

(grunting)

(screams)

(grunts)

(both pant)

- Milligan?
- I've got you.

Wha...

My bucket.

I dropped my bucket.

It washed into the water.

- I need my bucket!
- Kate. Kate.

(panting)

(bird chirps)

Let it go, Kate.

No. No.

KATE: What am I going to do?

The only thing you can...

keep going.

You don't understand.

I think I do.

Where are the others?

Them... I went on this mission alone.

Sometimes, you have to take matters
into your own hands.

Let's just say there was
a bit of internal strife.

It's to be expected.

Sticky has become completely brainwashed
by the Whisperer.

And Reynie is so busy dealing with him,
he's lost sight of why we're even here.

And Constance is...
Constance is Constance.

I couldn't wait for them any longer.
I had to act.

So, I...

Fell off a cliff and nearly d*ed.

MILLIGAN: All alone.

Hmm.

Where did you even come from?
Did you swim all the way here?

I came via submersible most of the way,

but after the collision
and subsequent sinking, yes.

To answer your question,

breaststroke mainly,
intermittent butterfly.

I've come to extract you
and the others from the island.

- Why?
- Orders from Mr. Benedict.

Now? With the Improvement about to start?

With free will on the verge of extinction?

He wants us to just go home
and call it a day?

He has his reasons,
and I'm not here to question them.

I have devised an escape plan.

Can you gather the others
and rendezvous here by nightfall?

Yeah, sure.

Milligan?

Thanks.

(bucket rattles)

(gasps)

(birds chirping)

(suspenseful music)

(indistinct chatter)

This is a bad sign. Really bad.

Let's not jump to conclusions.

Maybe someone lost their wallet.

Hey, Wetherall's widget.
Where's your roommate?

Snoring deeply.

Tell her tetherball practice is canceled.

All Executives are being asked
to join the search.

They didn't have blueberry,
so I brought you one of each kind.

Hmm.

The search for what?

For the criminal who tried to break
into the Server Room.

Poor soul. They are going to pay.

(indistinct chatter)

Nothing suspicious here.

Kate...

she's in danger.

Finally.

And it's all because of me.

I messed up so bad.

I could've tried to stop her
or... gone with her.

But... I abandoned her.

I abandoned all of you.

Yes, we know. It's shameful.

STICKY: What happened to me?

The Whisperer happened to you.

REYNIE: It changed you.

Made you into someone you're not.

But the real you won out.

I knew it would.

I just hope Kate's okay.

Kate. She has changed.

Not really.
She has always been who she is.

Her clothes. She changed clothes.

- Kate!
- You're okay!

Not dead after all.

Of course, I'm okay.
Just got a little waylaid, that's all.

I'm starving. What looks good today?

- A cliff?
- What happened?

I was spotted in the vents,

had to Habitrail my way out
and hide on the side of a cliff

until the heat d*ed down.

I am so sorry, Kate.

Don't sweat it. After further review...

it might not have been the best idea
for me to try to go at it alone.

- If it hadn't been for Milligan, I'd...
- REYNIE: Milligan?

- He's come to take us back.
- What?

KATE: Mr. Benedict wants us
to abort the mission.

Failure of will.

Why now? Right when we're making progress?

Yeah, I don't know if I'd call
an all-points bulletin progress.

KATE: Besides, it wasn't exactly up
for discussion.

We're supposed to meet him
back at the beach after dark.

(footsteps approaching)

Your undivided attention, please!

Will the following student
please come with me?

Reynard Muldoon.

(suspenseful music)

- How many people are we talking about?
- Yes.

Hundreds.

Oh, my.

Young, old, men, women.

All of them just wearing
these blue berets.

This is deeply troubling.

I'm afraid next time,

my brother's directive
will not be as benign as headwear.

Imagine, he could ask everyone
to mail him a dollar

and become a billionaire
by the end of the week.

That's a best-case scenario.
I shudder to think what he might do next.

It's hard to believe
that the two of you share the same DNA.

Oh.

MS. PERUMAL:
I mean, you seem nothing alike.

I need you to know
that I took your rebuke to heart.

I did. The danger on that island
is far too great for a child.

- I'm bringing them home.
- No, don't.

Don't?

You made the right decision.

That was the only way
to get inside of the Institute.

(scoffs)

Okay.

And there's no better leader than Reynie.

Well, yes. But he's only a boy.

Who, given the opportunity,

might be more capable
than all of us combined.

(sighs)

I wrote him a letter.

Just...

A few words of encouragement.

Oh.

Would it be possible to get this to him?

Of course, of course.

BENEDICT: Yes.

I'll find a way.

Hmm.

You're a sly fox, aren't you, Reynard?

Excuse me?

Excuse me.
(chuckles softly)

For what, sir?

Well, as you know,
I'm committed to looking forward.

It's the cornerstone
of my technology for living.

I actually think reflection can be
a crutch, an indulgence, a limiter.

(button screeches)

But sometimes, in crisis,

you have to take stock of warning signs
that went unheeded.

They were actually there all along
and I failed to acknowledge them.

And when you didn't mesh well
with the Whisperer,

I just chalked it up
to the vagaries of inexperience.

I had big plans for you, Reynard.

- Limitless plans.
- (button screeches)

But was I blinded
by my wish to see only...

For the love of God, fix that noise!

I'm sorry, Dr. Curtain.

The little things matter.
Every minor detail, it all matters!

I know, sir.

It's the T-S key-hinge.

The new part is on back-order.

Then let's try documenting
the interchange without the T-S key.

Who are you working with?

I'm not working with anyone.

I'm here to learn. That's all.

(chuckles)

(sighs deeply)
Oh.

Over the years, I have cultivated
a very special talent, Reynard.

I can tell, with complete accuracy,
when a person is lying.

The syncopated breathing.

The subtle sheen of perspiration
on the forehead.

The darting of the eyes.

The ever so slight dilation of the pupils.

It's as clear as day.

So, I suggest you start with the truth,

continue with the truth,
and end with the truth.

Now, where were you last night

between the hours
of midnight and : a.m.?

I was sleeping in my room.

Actually, I did get up.

- Once. To go to the bathroom.
- Oh.

I usually try not to look at a clock
when that happens

'cause then I'll wake up too much
and never fall back asleep.

- Hmm.
- But this time, I did. It was : a.m.

(scoffs)

You're a liar, then.

(foreboding music)

Sustained northwesterly wind speed
of approximately miles per hour.

With gusts up to .

Barring a weather shift, we're looking

- at a total travel time in the range of...
- Twenty-two to twenty-four minutes.

One way.

Right on the money.

Let's hope so.
Any miscalculations could mean the end.

And there's no guarantee of a quick
or merciful death, either.

There's riptides, razor reefs,
shark population.

The children would be stranded,
scarred emotionally by our passing.

Of course, they'd see it
as yet another abandonment,

if they even survive long enough
to learn of it.

- This is just...
- You're catastrophizing.

Yes, I am. Quite severely.

Thank you.

(sighs)

Now, once Rhonda arrives back
with additional supplies,

we will begin construction immediately
in hopes of a departure this evening.

- This evening?
- Milligan and the children need us.

Granted, it's a bit tight,
but it's certainly not impossible.

(falcon screeches)

Well, I suppose we should find
a new home for her now.

Oh. I'd think she'd like what all
living creatures yearn for... freedom.

I just hope she can fend for herself.

She's a falcon.

Nature's perfect k*lling machine.

(birds chirping)

- Hmm.
- (sighs)

I'm just sorry she let you down.

BENEDICT: Oh, don't be.

She is who she is, special in her own way.

- (Benedict chuckles)
- (falcon chirps)

- (wind blows)
- Oh.

Oh, the letter!

Ooh.

- (Benedict yells)
- (falcon chirps)

Oh, no, no.

- Stand back!
- No. What are you doing?

Aiming for the letter.
I would never hurt a falcon.

No, leave her be. Leave her be.

(falcon screeches)

Reynie will see Ms. Perumal
soon enough with his own eyes.

If all goes well.
(sighs)

(Benedict exhales deeply)

(falcon screeches)

(exhales)
Okay, fine.

I'll tell you the truth.

I... did get out of bed.

I left the dormitory.

(chair rattles)

All right.
(sighs)

And?

The truth is...

I'm homesick.

I miss my teacher from the orphanage.

She was always there for me.

Whenever I couldn't sleep,

she'd take me outside and quiz me
on the constellations till I got sleepy.

So, last night, when I couldn't sleep,
I went outside and looked at the stars.

Well...
(exhales)

I, too, have sought solace
in the dance of the celestial orb.

In fact, I did last night. Tell me.

I can't remember. Um...

What direction of the sky
was Orion's Belt in?

Uh...

I...

Well, which direction was I facing?
I think it was...

(grunts)

(knocking)

The forensics are in.

We've got a positive ID on the intruder.

So do I.

Sir, it's not the boy.

(suspenseful music)

KATE: He just let you go? That's it?

STICKY: Maybe it's a trick.

- Are you being tailed?
- REYNIE: It's not a trick.

Curtain's investigators analyzed the data.
They know who did it.

That's impossible!

I put glue on my fingertips
to mask my prints.

Kate, it's not you they're after.

It's Martina Crowe.

KATE: The key card...

I didn't even think about it
getting traced back to her.

Martina's annoying.

Justice is served.

(falcon screeches)

Looks like a hawk.

CONSTANCE: No.

Peregrine falcon.

How do you know that?

One att*cked me as a small child.

That's horrifying.

It did not win.

There's something in its talons.

I knew Mr. Benedict would figure out
a new way to communicate with us.

Is a falcon even a messenger bird?

STICKY: Be careful when it lands.

Their beaks are designed
to rip apart flesh.

So, we dance again...

(falcon chirping)

REYNIE: Where is it going?

- Oh, no.
- We have to find that bird.

REYNIE: Split up. Go!

(tranquil music)

(thudding)

(rattles)

(birds chirping)

(waves crashing in distance)

I know we're already pretty far along,
but I'm curious...

You've built one of these before, right?

Oh, yes. Yes, of course.

Just never one quite this large.

Was it functional?

Well, I suppose that depends
on how you define functionality.

KATE: Falcon. Falcon.

Falcon.

- (leaves rustle)
- (Kate gasps)

- Martina?
- (Martina shushes)

I need your help. I've been framed.

You're the only one I can trust.

(birds chirping)

- (wings flapping)
- (gasps)

(breathes deeply)

(falcon chirps)

(suspenseful music)

There you are!

Wait.

- Where's the...
- Looking for this?

You go around acting like
you're the nicest kid in school...

But you're not. You're not nice at all.

- S.Q...
- Don't talk anymore. Let's go.

Where?

To see my father.

All units are engaged
in a multi-tiered sweep.

We've got six quadrants
with two sub-quadrants

under each quadrant,
totaling quadrants.

If she's still on the island,
we'll find her, sir.

That's great.

But I have an idea.

How about less words and more finding? Go!

- (telephone ringing)
- (door opens)

What is it, Garrison?

We're about to commence
the calibration signal.

- Fine.
- Do I have your permission to proceed?

Of course, you have my permission.

The last thing I said was,
"Send the calibration signal."

That's a very clear sentence.

Well, I thought,
given the security lockdown,

- that you might want to delay the...
- No. No delay.

We are a go. Now!

(telephone thuds)

It's a go.

(machine whirs)

Commencing calibration tone
in three, two, one.

(machine buzzing)

DR. GARRISON: Sine wave cohesion?

Thirty-two millihertz variance
and closing.

Pulse threshold penetration?

SCIENTIST: On the rise, Doctor.

You really expect me to believe
my Dad orchestrated the Emergency?

By broadcasting subliminal messages?

Yes. And now he's gonna plant thoughts
in people's heads.

Make them do everything he says.

REYNIE: S.Q., stop.

I'm sorry I lied to you.

Really. It goes against everything I am.

There was no other way.

Our free will is at stake.

Why would I believe you now?

Because it's the truth.
The absolute truth.

I'll let my dad decide. Come on.

If you bring me to your dad,
he's going to erase my memory.

Just like he's done with all the Helpers.

S.Q.: What?

I recognized one of them.

He was an inspector
at the orphanage I came from.

He doesn't even know
his real name anymore.

Don't you find it strange
that none of them have any pasts?

Look, I know this is a lot
for you to process.

I mean, you grew up
with him your whole life.

Just go. Get out of here.

Are you going to tell your dad?

(Kate grunting)

(panting)

(breathes deeply)

KATE: You should be safe out here.
I made sure to cover my tracks.

Whoever did this to me,
they are gonna pay.

How do you know anyone did anything?
Could just be a case of mistaken identity.

No way.

Someone used my card data.
They singled me out.

(grunts)

There are so many suspects,
I don't even know where to start.

What do you mean?
I thought everyone loves you.

Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown.

Sure, they admire me.
But they're all jealous of me.

And who can blame them?
It's not easy standing in my shadow.

I've had that problem my entire life.

Everyone just waiting for a chance
to take me down.

Wow.

Willa Graag? Yeah.
She'd love to be captain of the team.

Michael Hoover, Bianca Spirelli...

I hear what people say about me
when they don't think I'm listening.

Do you realize you're the first person
in this entire school

that's actually been nice to me?

MARTINA: It's true.

You're just passionate
about what you believe in.

Some people are intimidated by that.

I think it's awesome.

Yeah. I know you do.

Yeah. So, I should get back.

- Grab you some food and supplies.
- You're the best.

Here. Give me one of your hair clips.

I can plant it on the other side
of the island to throw off the search.

Smart.

Thank you.

It's the least I can do.

After all, you helped me
when I was about to get barged and...

(birds chirping)

I don't know
what I'd do without you, Wetherall.

MS. PERUMAL: "Dear Reynie.

I pray this letter
finds you safe and unharmed.

I've been made aware
of the dangerous mission you're on,

and worry doesn't even begin
to describe my state of mind.

I can only imagine
how difficult it is for you...

being undercover,
pretending to be someone you're not.

Not to mention, how...

how frightened you must be.

You may be doubting yourself.

You do that sometimes.

Just know that I share
none of your doubts.

If anyone has what it takes to do this,
it's you, Reynie.

I'm immensely proud of you...

and await your safe return.

Your teacher and friend, Miss Perumal."

(ceiling clanks)

(creaks)

- (Kate grunts)
- (thuds)

There you are!

Is that the letter? You found the falcon!

That should be a good thing.

What am I missing?

CURTAIN: Your search is a travesty.

Is the girl invisible?

We're redoubling our efforts.

Search matrices have been updated

- and we're running multiple...
- Stop with the words! Stop it!

And just find her.

Sir.

What is it?

Can I talk to you for a second?

Of course.

Always have time for my son.

What are those antennas for?
In the forest?

- Why do you ask?
- Well, I...

You've never expressed any interest
in my work before.

Did something pique your interest?
Or someone?

I don't know. I guess I'm just curious.

Oh.
(chuckles)

There's that word again. Curious.

Would you care to reconsider
that answer, son?

No.

That's unexpected.

(clears throat)

I'm under a bit of stress at the moment,
and it's clouding my mind

and making it very difficult
to reconcile the timing

and nature of your question

with your denial
that there is anything at all behind it.

So, I think the most prudent thing to do
would be to ask you to leave, please.

Now.

(door closes)

(crickets chirping)

I always knew there was something off
about that girl.

But espionage?

How do you so convincingly fake
a tetherball obsession?

It's sociopathic.

Whoa. Look at that.

(falcon screeches)

Never seen a falcon here.

Fastest animal on Earth.

When diving, I'm told.

Do they even fly at night?

This one does.

Hmm.

I haven't seen him this focused

since the Reykjavik
Neuroengineering symposium.

Hmm.

I still have a cassette of his talk.

Feels good to have
the old Benedict back, doesn't it?

(crickets chirping)

(suspenseful music)

Dr. Curtain?

It couldn't be.

He looks so much like him.

Bit chunkier. Hairier.

We have to report this.

Let's go. Before the night patrols.

Milligan's waiting.

Once we ship off,
we'll pick up Martina on the north coast,

then recon with Mr. Benedict.

Martina is a waste of space and time.
Leave her.

I know she's annoying. Sometimes mean.

But she doesn't deserve the brain sweeper.

Not because of us.

Guilt is for the weak.

I gotta do the right thing.

(sighs)

So do I.

You guys, I can't leave now.

If we walk away,
we're basically allowing Curtain

to control everyone's thoughts,
including our own.

Mr. Benedict wouldn't pull us out
unless he had a good reason.

I know. And if you guys want to leave,
I completely understand.

But I want to stay
and try to finish what we started.

I definitely don't like to leave
anything unfinished.

That's true, I've seen you eat.

And I'm finally on the inside.

I've got good access to Dr. Curtain.

I know we can do this, you guys.

I'm not going anywhere.

Neither am I.

Well, you can't succeed without me, so...

(thudding)

I figured this might happen.
You all want to stay.

Would you mind helping me down, please?

I'm stuck.

(crickets chirping)

You were harried, being pursued.

They were closing in,
no time for the usual precautions...

so you dove towards the cliff.

- (panting)
- (waves crashing)

And when you jumped down...

anything in your pockets
could come dislodged.

(breaths deeply)

(suspenseful music)

Wetherall.

What do you mean, he looked like me?

I would describe it as...

- Identical.
- Virtually identical.

But you're in superior shape.

Better grooming, all told.
Better comportment.

The subject had unfashionable attire.

The clothes of someone who had given up.

Enough.

Give me the exact location.

(foreboding music)

- SECURITY : Yes, sir.
- SECURITY : Okay.

MCCABE: Let's go. Go, go, go!

Clear.

SECURITY : See anything?

(crickets chirping)

Oh, my goodness.

(sighs deeply)

(groans)

(rattles)

(closing theme music)
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