X-Men (1992) s01e05 Episode Script

NARRATOR: Previously on X-MEN ALL: Let's get out of here! (PEOPLE SCREAMING) (SCREAMING) (PEOPLE SCREAMING) You done nice, girlie.
(VOLVERINE ROARING) Rogue! Get him to the infirmary.
Fast! ROGUE: Watch your back, swamp rat.
You're tangling with the wrong X-Man.
(JEAN SHRIEKS) XAVIER ON PA: Remember, this isn't a game.
These dangers are patterned on those X-Men might encounter in the field.
Our continued training is crucial.
As long as mankind fears our mutant powers, we are in danger.
Remember what happened to Morph.
In the days ahead, we will have to depend on each other for our very lives.
Rogue, take out the wall blasters.
Gambit, disable the targeting cameras.
(GAMBIT EXCLAIMS) Mon Dieu! What're we going to do now, sugar? You three, stop the walls.
I shall slow the ceiling.
That sucker's thick.
(THUNDER RUMBLES) JUBILEE: How do you fight a whole room? (STORM SCREAMING) STORM: Make it stop.
-Storm.
-Stop! Make it stop, please.
Make it stop.
-Somebody get to her before -STORM: Please, make it stop.
(X-MEN SCREAMING) JEAN: Storm.
GAMBIT: Storm! (SCREAMING) JUBILEE: Storm.
Are you okay? You're just saving your good moves for next time.
I do not desire to lead, Professor.
My claustrophobia puts the others at risk.
When the time comes, Storm, it may not be a matter of choice.
JEAN: Wolverine.
You're supposed to be resting.
Even you can't heal this fast.
-Don't bet on it, Redd.
-Sabretooth nearly killed you.
Someday I'll learn not to let my guard down.
(WOLVERINE GROANING) Oh, no.
Jean I've got to go -Cyclops is waiting for me.
-So am I.
Ground control to Cyclops.
-Huh? What did you say? -What's with you? We finally get a night out together, and you're a million miles away.
You know, to me, being an X-Man is the most important job in the world.
That's why I can't bear the thought of letting Professor Xavier down.
And it's making you crazy.
You're doing the best you can, but you're no good to the Professor when you're like this.
Relax a little.
For the good of the team.
You're absolutely right.
From this moment on my mind is on nothing but you.
MAN 1: Let go of my fruit.
Hey.
It's one of those mutants.
Somebody grab him.
(WHIMPERING) -Help.
-What's he doing to us? MAN 2: Grab him quick.
MAN 3: Don't let him get away.
We've got to do something before they hurt him.
So much for our night off.
(CROWD CLAMORING) We'll teach you to hunt us like animals.
(PEOPLE SCREAMING) Who are they? (PEOPLE SCREAMING) -Must be mutants.
-Pay the price for attacking Morlocks.
(MAN SCREAMING) They're dangerous.
We're going to have to protect the crowd from them.
MAN: The train.
(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING) I don't think so, buddy.
I better not try that again.
Without my visor, I can't control these things.
Sleep.
I need to sleep.
Must sleep.
-Sleep.
-ALL: Sleep.
-I'm ready to sleep.
-ANNALEE: I need to sleep.
-Must sleep.
-ALL: Must sleep.
-I need to sleep.
-ALL: I need to sleep.
Good work, Annalee.
You'll be rewarded.
Sunder, take them below.
ROGUE: Where the heck are the lovebirds? Who cares? Let them be alone for a change.
(GROWLING) (GROANING) Who dropped the house on me? Hey.
Where am I? -Thanks for trying to help me up there.
-Who are you? My glasses.
-What happened to my power? -You help Leech, Leech help you.
You see better now, for a while.
CALLISTO: Welcome, pretty one.
I am Callisto.
You've already met some of my tribe.
We Morlocks are outcasts, mutants too deformed and unsightly to pass for human on the surface world.
Unlike you, we have no choice but to dwell here, away from those who fear us.
When I saw your bravery and leadership, I knew it was my destiny to have one such as you to rule beside me.
That is why I sent this one into trouble to help show you the way.
Right.
Where's Jean? -When you agree to stay.
-Sorry.
Not interested.
That wasn't a request.
Sunlight fuels my power.
I won't be much good to you down here.
Do I look like I need a protector? To serve my people, I need a companion.
Someone to provide me an heir.
So take out an ad.
Now where's Jean? Sunder.
Does this help change your mind? -Jean.
-He refuses me.
Destroy her.
Forget it, lady.
(MORLOCKS SCREAMING) Scott's my date.
Guards.
Restrain her.
JEAN: Professor.
We need you.
We've been captured.
XAVIER: Jean, where are you? Jean.
Let her go.
That was very stupid.
Stop it, you idiot.
I need him alive.
XAVIER: This is as close as I can pinpoint their location.
-ROGUE: Storm? -I am fine.
We must find them.
Gal, it's tight down here.
-If things get rough -Can it, Cajun.
It's her call.
(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING) Which way? Scott and Jean pick one strange romantic hideaway, non? Shut up.
I'm getting a scent.
Someone may be tracking us.
Hold it.
Roaches grow big down here.
Sticky situation, mon ami.
Not for long.
(STORM GASPING) -Help her.
She not going to make it.
-Let her ask.
-Jean.
-Mommy? Who are these bad people? Leave me alone with my daughter.
Make them go away.
Please, Mommy.
Lady, you picked the wrong girl to adopt.
Please.
No.
Covered with scorpions.
-Covered with scorpions.
-No.
Covered with scorpions.
Get them off me.
What're you doing to my head? (ROARING) Jean.
You okay? Don't worry.
I'm here.
Where am I? What's Cyclops.
-We've got to help him.
-CALLISTO: You're too late, X-Men.
No one can help him now.
Cyclops.
Oh, no.
(JEAN SOBBING) (GROWLING) Your leader was a great warrior.
We mourn his loss.
My Morlocks will provide safe passage to the surface world.
Great warrior, eh? How about we take him back in pieces? Wolverine, no, don't.
(SCREAMING) Cyke has his problems, but he don't smell like a Morlock.
Looks like we're going to have to persuade them to give him back.
Fools.
You can't fight us here.
You all need to brush up on your hospitality.
STORM: Stay together.
Do not let them divide us.
(STORM GASPS) Here is mud in your eyes, mes subterranean frères.
SUNDER: Come down here and fight me fair.
(SUNDER GRUNTS) ROGUE: That fair enough? Come on, lady (SCREAMS) You can do better than That's more like it.
Huh? I love it when they play hard to get.
Nice shooting.
Huh? -Where'd she go? -Don't tell me you missed me? -Hey.
Get off of me.
-Sure, sugar.
(GROANING) Stay back, old woman.
You going to get hurt.
I'm feeling fine, dearie.
But you don't look so good.
What's wrong? Got a touch of the plague? Quickly.
Get her off of him.
(GROANING) The fever That old gal got you bad.
Storm.
Get him back to the mansion immediately.
ROGUE: You got it.
Jean.
Put me down.
(SCREAMS) Run all you like, lady.
I like to hunt.
(SNIFFING) Cyclops.
(WOLVERINE ROARING) I could make a couple of women real sad right now, but if there's one thing I can't stand, it's seeing Jean cry.
So he loves the woman.
You know what to do.
See if you can contact Wolverine telepathically.
Don't bother.
Blow those slugs off, and let's bust out of this puke hole.
So close, so tight.
So tight CALLISTO: Now for the animal.
You.
Keeping me from what is mine.
You.
Keeping me from what's mine.
Wolverine.
Fight it, Wolverine.
She's making you love her.
Making you weaker.
No.
I can't.
(SCREAMS) Anyone moves, and Cyclops is gone.
At my order, destroy the X-Men one at a time, until their leader agrees to my terms.
Now we shall decide it, Callisto.
You and I.
Now.
For Cyclops and for the leadership of the Morlocks.
Storm, are you nuts? Refuse me and lose the respect of your tribe.
Well? Use your mutant powers in any way, a crack of thunder, the slightest breeze, and my Morlocks will kill your people.
Agreed.
(STORM GRUNTS) You're slow, Storm.
Surface life make you soft? Keep your head, lady.
-You've lost.
-Callisto.
But you shall not die.
Killing is not the X-Men's way.
Morlocks, you no longer need to live in darkness.
As your leader, I offer you safe haven at the mansion with the X-Men.
You are outcasts no more.
Our place is down here.
We can't live among normal humans.
When humanity accepts mutantkind, then we will come to the surface.
When such acceptance is achieved, I shall return to you.
Until then Callisto will rule in my place.
(GROANS) Jean? Did I miss something? Nothing much I never dreamed you had such beautiful eyes.
CYCLOPS: How's Gambit doing? XAVIER: Recuperating nicely.
It's almost as miraculous as your return from the dead.
I take it your date was sufficiently memorable.
Yeah.
Now all we need is a vacation.
Jean tells me you acquitted yourself well as field commander.
The entire team nearly perished.
But they didn't, and I think I have you to thank for that.
Wolverine? Jean and I wanted to thank you for He's gone.