Rick and Morty: The Anime (2024) s01e04 Episode Script

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-Goodness, they grow up fast,
don't they?
Oh, my.
Come in. Welcome!
-How's it going, Rick?
-Good to see ya.
Gen was showing me
a picture of his grandson.
He's so cute!
-Yeah?
-He's already
in middle school.
-You know,
if my daughter was still alive,
I might have had a grandson
around the same age by now.
- Uhum.
I didn't mean to touch a nerve.
Sorry, Rick.
Dumb of me.
-Rick, have something
to drink.
Great job!
One more song!
-Huh? Wait, what in the
goddamn hell am I doing here?
- What's gotten into you?
We were
just getting started.
Come on.
At least one song.
-Listen, lady,
this isn't even my life.
-Huh?
-Well, shit.
It seems like
I somehow ended up
in another
Rick's reality.
Are things so bad
that this Rick's bullshit
is merging with mine?
This is what I get
for overriding reality
so many times.
Jesus, is this where
my life's going to end?
Well, that wouldn't
be so bad.
-Hey, everybody!
Guess who just got done
baking a space-berry cake!
Hmm.
Damn it!
Dad must have gone through
Rick's shelf in the fridge.
-Let's move, Morty.
-Well, now,
just where do you think
you're going in that getup?
-Oh, hi, Mom. We --
-We're going to look
for Rick, okay, Mom?
- Huh?
-We can't just leave Dad
out there by himself.
I'll try running a backtrace
to the wormhole.
-Well, I'm coming too.
-You should really
just stay at home.
I mean, Dad might make
his way back here, right?
-Are you saying that he's going
to choose between the two of us?
- Our little clone
problem isn't important.
-Fine. But the truth
is coming sooner or later.
-Oh, so this is
where everybody was.
Well, guess what!
Your dad made space-berry cake.
Uh
-Hmm?
-Jerry,
have you ever regretted
your decision to marry me?
-Well, I No.
Huh?
-Attention!
We will now begin
the execution
of prisoner 57330082,
Rick Sanchez.
-So I get to live my last
moments surrounded by family?
Well
that's a little better.
-Jesus, help me, Rick!
-Stop freaking out, Morty!
If your brain survives,
I know a way to regenerate you.
And worst case,
all it would take
is one strand of hair
to make a clone.
Jesus Christ, I've already got
a copy of your memory
stored in my bunker.
-But aren't those
all my worst memories?
Aah! Aah! Aah!
-Morty!
-Aah!
-Aah!
Elle!
-You're okay now, Morty.
You haven't been digested
or anything.
Those tentacles were
just covering you up.
-Thank you, Elle!
-A little help,
strange blonde girl?
Stuff is disgusting.
I appreciate the save,
but who are you exactly?
-What are you saying, Rick?
This is Elle.
-Hmm? Another Rick
that's not me.
God damn it!
So incredibly annoying.
Look, it's not that I don't
remember or lost my mind.
It just turns out
I'm not your reality's Rick.
-Then why don't you just become
our Rick starting right now?
-Hmm?
Is this one of those
illusion-of-choice things?
-All you need to do
is validate my existence.
You can do that easily, right?
-I can't shake the feeling
that I'm being set up.
Will everything
go back to normal
if I throw this thing away?
Oh, great, now I'm in a desert.
You should know
I'm the type to get aggressive
when I'm met with resistance!
Jesus Christ!
Somebody just explained
this shit to me.
I don't care who.
Mmm!
My compliments to the chef.
-So which of these red
dots is supposed to be Grandpa?
-It's not just one.
All of those dots are
where my dad is.
The very least, we know that
he's somewhere in this space.
-Hmm? Jerry,
what are you doing?
- Hmm.
-Hey, you can't just go through
my dad's stuff like that.
- Well, Rick isn't coming back,
and this house
belongs to me anyway.
Hmph!
- Uh, h-honey
-He is too coming back!
Don't forget
this is my house,
thank you very much!
-An unidentified object
is approaching us at high speed.
-Look, all I'm saying is
we always go to my room.
Why can't it
be yours sometimes?
-You think
I'm hiding something!
-Don't twist my words
like that.
-But that's what you mean.
I mean, you're always
poking around
when you come to my place.
-Hard to believe
that the Rick Sanchez
just showed up here
to get himself arrested.
-You think I'm that stupid?
My anti-gravity engine
just gave out.
-Well, now you don't
have to fix it, ever,
because you'll never use
it again, stupid.
-My grandson
has no part in this.
Return him to Earth,
would ya?
-Aww, geez, Rick.
-He's suspected of being
your accomplice.
If nothing comes up during our
interrogation, he can go home.
There is no other way
to escape.
-You don't have to bother
with any interrogation.
I'm Rick's partner,
you butthole!
-Wow. Your grandson
is as dumb as you!
-Way to go, Morty.
I was trying to get us separated
so you wouldn't slow me down,
but you totally screwed
that up.
Earlier than planned,
but whatever.
- Resistance is futile!
This shan't be enough
for you to escape!
-We're not escaping.
That was just me
sending out a signal.
-We're under attack!
-What?!
-Damn! What's going on?
-It's the Defiance.
A little group I formed to
harass the Galactic Federation.
-Aah! My spleen!
-Up and at 'em, Morty.
It's time to blow off
some steam.
Trash the hell out
of this place!
Jesus. What are
you wearing, Morty?
-I finally found my calling,
Grandpa Rick.
I've decided I'm gonna
a member of your Defiance.
- Nah, it's not mine.
I just kinda
scraped it together.
They were totally independent
after that.
-Well, I know that,
but I think this is a cause
worth fighting for.
-And what about
your adventures with me?
I -- I can't -- can't go on
them without you, Morty.
-Sorry, Rick.
This is what I consider
a true adventure.
-It's your life.
Do what you want with it.
-Hmm.
He's bound to come back
sooner or later.
-The bounty placed on the head
of fugitive Morty Smith
has been raised
an additional $3 million.
Welcome to
"Daily Propaganda."
Remember, criticism against
the government is a crime.
And good news
for all the snitches out there!
You can earn triple points for
any tip offs made this week.
We look forward to hearing
you spill the tea
and give us the "deets."
-Counterfeit
food vouchers are illegal.
-Eight hours per day of service
at the human-powered
energy production facility.
Any attempts to refuse
or flee this duty
will be punished
with authority.
-What?
-Yeah, I wanna get the nuggets
with the amapola sauce.
-That'll be four tickets.
-I thought they cost three.
-Sorry, kid. They've been
cracking down on us.
Huh?
Uh
Huh?
-Wow.
Chicken nuggets, huh?
Guess you're
coming with us, punk.
-Yo, this sauce is the best.
-Man, we had a nasty craving
for these babies.
-But you broke the law
to get them.
Now they'll throw
the book at you.
-It's almost laughable
how easily
I got into
the central government offices.
You probably think
you got the drop on me,
but it's just the opposite.
Huh?
-That's the trick
my grandpa taught me.
-It's Space Morty!
-And this is a move
that I learned from Elle.
-What's going on?
Is that building
coming down?
-Huh?
The signal
for the counter attack!
Smash those
no good bugs dead!
-The hell's S.M.?
-"Subsequent mark"
indicating you're next?
- Does that mean
he's coming for our heads?
-No, sir. He's not coming
after our heads.
It means he's coming
after your head.
-Hmm!
-Hmm.
-Isn't it about time
you call it quits?
Stop wasting your time
with this stupid crap.
Trust me when I say those morons
in the Galactic Federation
aren't worth bothering with.
-Everything's fine
as long as Elle is around.
I mean, geez, Rick,
she's the reason
that I'm still alive today.
Guess there's just
no helping virgins, huh?
I get it now.
So you were the one
who set all this crazy shit up?
-Look!
Hmm?
What in the hell?
-It's Grandpa!
-Ah!
Huh?
It's Elle!
-Huh?
-I know her.
-You're back!
-Sorry, Beth.
Didn't mean to worry you.
-Hmm?
-Well, since we've got
everybody here,
might as well take
some pictures!
-Are you sure it's okay
I'm part of the pictures?
-Well, of course.
You brought my dad back home.
That makes you family to me!
-She can stay in my room.
-Is everybody in the shot?
- Okay. Big smiles!
-Hmm?
Oh.
Ohh
Aah!