Wishbone (1995) s01e16 Episode Script

What's the story, Wishbone?
What's this your dreaming of?
Such big imagination
on such a little pub.
What's the story, Wishbone?
Do you think it's worth a look?
It kind of seems familiar
like a story from a book.
Shake a leg now, Wishbone.
Let's wag another tale.
Sniffing out adventure with
Wishphone on the trail.
Come on Wishphone.
Watch the story, Wishbone.
Watch the story Wishbone.
Watch the story, Wish phone.
Watch the story, wish phone.
Watch the story, wish phone.
Watch the story, Wishbone.
Come on, Wishbone.
Saturday! Yes, it's Politey!
Just you and me, Joe, hitting the
streets, looking for a good time.
All right, Joe, I'm going to go run some
errands, but I'll be back this afternoon.
Okay.
Hey, you want to go to the park later on?
Sure. Good. What's your
plan for this morning?
Don't worry, Ellen. I've got the plan.
Oh, David's coming over, and he built
this brand new remote-controlled car,
and we're going to test
it to see if it was.
It works. Cool. Can I drive?
That sounds like fun. I want
to see when I get back, okay?
Okay.
Mom, have you seen my other shoe?
No. Did you look under the couch?
Why would it be under there?
I don't know, just to gas. Have fun.
Okay.
I love it when she says that.
Now that's a face that says, I need help.
Hold on, yo.
Got it! Here you go.
Oh. Thanks, Fushba.
So, what's up for
today? How about a walk?
followed by a snack.
Then a game of Frisbee,
followed by a snack,
and then some digging, and we'll
follow that up with a snack.
Not necessarily in that order.
Who is it?
Me, David.
Oh, come on in.
You ready?
The fun begins! It's gonna
be the best of times!
Uh, yeah, there's just one small problem.
I have to babysit.
What?
Hi, Joe.
Hi.
This is Emily's friend, Tina.
Hi.
Hi, Wishbone.
Uh-oh.
This could be the worst of times.
Oh, boy, two of them, one of me.
I'm not numbered.
Okay, try not to look cute,
and they'll leave you alone.
What do you want to do?
Um, well, I was kind of
thinking that, you know,
maybe you could, uh,
sort of help me babysit.
Sort of help you babysit?
Two ones.
is a better babysitting ratio.
They're strength in numbers.
You need that to keep
their kind under control.
I don't need a babysitter.
I'm a big girl.
Me too.
Trust me, David.
Get a leash.
Big one.
Look, Joe, let's go ahead and
do what we were going to do.
Emily and Tina, they'll
stay out of the way.
Right, Emily?
Yeah, right.
Come on.
Let's go test out the car.
Oh, great.
We're back on track.
It's the Spring of Hope!
No.
We want to.
Stay inside.
It's the winter of despair.
Best of times, worst of times.
Spring of hope, winter of despair.
Hey, that's from Charles Dickens.
It was the best of times.
It was the worst of times.
Those are the first words in
his book, A Tale of Two Cities,
first published in 1859.
The famous two cities are London,
England, and Paris, France.
In the story, a young French
nobleman named Charles
Charles Evermond keeps
trying to do the right thing
and keeps getting into trouble for it.
Charles was the last
of the Evermond litter.
He was ashamed of all the bad things
his family had done in France,
and he wanted no part
of their fat cat ways.
So, he decided to break
away from the pack,
give up the family fortune,
and leave France forever.
Charles went to London to start over.
He gave himself a new name
to go with his new life.
In London,
nobody ever knew that he had
ever been born Charles Evermond.
Everybody knew him as Charles Darnay,
and he lived a quiet,
honorable life under that name.
He married the kind and
lovely Lucy Manette.
They shared their home with
Lucy's father, Dr. Manette.
It's tea time, my dear.
Mmm, thank you, Lucy.
I love tea time.
Right after lunchtime and
just before supper time.
Miss Pross, please tend to the door.
I'm
Dreadfully sorry to be late, Lucy.
Not at all, Mr. Lorry.
Please, sit down.
May I invite myself to your tea party?
Of course, Mr. Carton.
You're always welcome in our home.
I'm afraid I am far too
anxious to sit quite yet.
I've heard some frightful
reports from Paris.
Uh-oh.
Like what?
Well, the poor people of France
have been mistreated for five.
They want food, freedom, justice.
But this rioting in the streets
is very, very dangerous for everyone.
In France, the fires of the revolution
were burning out of control.
Take this Peeton to the slaughterhouse.
Ha, ha!
This is a very difficult time for France.
Mr. Lorry, please.
Have a cup of tea.
Thank you, Lucy.
I say, Charles, I require
your help with something.
I receive this letter
today from a man in Paris.
It's addressed to a person by the name of
Evremond.
Do you have no Frenchman by the
name of Evremand living in London?
Why, yes.
I mean, no.
I mean, maybe.
Hmm.
Well, I need to get this letter
to Monsieur Evremand somehow.
Mm, I'll get it to him.
I think I know where I can find him.
Oh, very good.
An old and faithful servant
of the Evermond family
had been seized by the revolutionaries.
He was in prison.
Without Charles' help,
he would be executed.
I've got to go back to
France and help him out.
That night, Charles left
the safety of London
to brave the dangerous streets of Paris.
Now there's something you don't
see on my couch every day.
Okay, people, let's make a decision.
We're losing valuable playtime.
Why don't they stay inside
while we're out there?
Yes.
Um, Emily, this is Joe's house.
I don't want you to touch
anything or mess anything up.
Do you understand?
Come on.
You guys be good.
Excuse me, ladies, but
I must leave you now.
We get wishbone.
Yeah!
This could be dangerous.
Let's make wishbone pretty.
Excuse me, I am not a poodle.
I do not wish to be pretty.
Let's put a bone.
Oh, no.
If I could just get through
that door, I'm out of here!
See ya!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.
I love being a dog! Yes!
Oh, hey guys!
I'm safe!
Back with people I can trust.
Let's go and check this out.
This is amazing, David.
Well, thanks, Miss Gilmore.
Do you guys think I could give it a try?
Sure.
I like the living life in the fast lane.
Gentlemen, start your engine.
I want that car!
Car chase!
Ah!
This is thrilling!
Hey, you, pull over!
Let me see some ID, pal!
Oh, David, David, David,
how do you stop this thing?
Ah!
Whistle, get out of the way!
Oh, man!
Oops!
Let me just say that I didn't do it.
Oh, David, I'm so sorry.
When Wishbone got in
the way, and I panicked.
That's okay, Miss Gilmore.
Joe, you should keep Wishbone
away from this thing.
What? Hey, she's the one who
doesn't know how to drive.
Sorry, I just don't want
you to get hurt, Wishbone.
Okay, keep her off the
road, I'll be fine.
I better take him inside.
What? Hey, no!
Joe, you don't understand.
It's a danger zone in there.
Do I have to go?
Go back?
Charles D'Arne returned to Paris,
even though it had
become a dangerous place,
especially if your name
used to be Evermond.
Okay.
Not the way I left it, a little scary?
No problem.
I'll just blend in with the
crowd, do what I gotta do,
and go home.
Whoops.
Um, hello.
May I?
I would know him anywhere.
As sure as I am Madame Defarge.
He is an Evremonde.
How do you know me?
You've got the family markings.
Wait a minute.
I know my family did some bad
things, but I'm not like them.
Arrest him!
What?
You were born to the wrong family.
Your whole breed must be destroyed!
Wait a minute.
You don't understand.
I've come back to help.
Well, this is great. I come back to France
to do the right thing at the wrong time.
Uh-oh.
There you go, boy.
Hey! You girls okay? Because if you
need anything, we'll be right outside.
Okay.
There's no escape.
You're from
No, please! Not the bow!
Is that a total loss?
What's the damage?
Oh, I should be able to fix it.
How's my sister and Tina?
Oh, they're fine.
That's good.
We don't bother them and
they don't bother us.
This babysitting thing isn't too bad.
Well, how can you guys
call yourself babysitters
if they're inside and
you guys are out here?
Don't worry. We have it in control.
Yeah.
Well, whatever you say.
I'll see you guys later.
Bye.
Let's see if I fixed it.
I smell trouble.
Let's get wishbone some.
Let's get wishbone some.
No, thank you.
I'm not thirsty.
Hey, you better be careful with that.
Oops.
Ah!
You've turned my dining area into a swat!
Great.
Hey!
What?
Hey, hey, Emily!
Dana, you come back here with that!
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
You put that down right now!
Hey, that is not a toy! I mean it!
Oh, this is a delicate instrument!
We can fly!
We can fly!
Ah, first I'll secure my valuables.
Maybe I'll just stay under here.
We can fly!
Hey, that's my chair, not a trampoline!
These two are out of control!
Okay, my home is under
attack. I need a plan.
Hmm.
I can think of something.
Help! Joe, David!
Anybody!
Looks like it's up to wish phone
to take charge of this situation!
Okay, you Oh no! Not the toilet paper!
Ellen hates it when you
mess with the toilet paper!
Believe me, I know.
Girls!
Girls!
This is not good!
Things were not good for Charles Darnay.
He waited for his day in court when he
would answer for the crimes of his family.
I need a little fresh hair.
Hmm. At least I've got a
nice view of the guillotine.
The guillotine!
Maybe it's better not to look.
Bell, that's where he's
being held into the trial.
My poor Charles!
I wish that I could see
him, even for a minute.
Where there, my dear. Don't cry.
His trial has been set for tomorrow.
I only hope the trial will be fair.
Charles has done nothing wrong.
Tomorrow is a day of
reckoning for your husband.
He will get what his
whole family deserves.
Ah, I am afraid for Charles.
There, there.
Now this is a tough crowd.
Well, at least I have
a few fans out there.
Here we go.
The Republic calls this court
into session for the trial of one,
Charles Avremont, who calls
himself Charles Darnay.
Be seated.
Who will speak against the accused?
I will.
This scoundrel is an enemy
of the French Republic.
He is an Evremond.
Every one of these
selfish, cruel aristocrats
lived in luxury on the backs of the poor.
They grew rich on our sweat and blood.
The Evermonds are fat
cats of the worst kind.
Excuse me, but do I look like a lot?
fat cat. My own family
served the Everamond
Empire. And I am the
only one who survived
their cruelty. I am sorry for
the actions of my family, but
You can never be sorry enough. I cannot
change my family. I cannot change the past,
but I have tried to
change myself. It's too
little too late. I haven't been cruel. I
gave up all my family's fortune. In the
past, the Evermonds
were too lazy to scratch
their own fleas. Oh,
pardon me. But I have
worked like a dog for my
own living. I've tried
to lead a kind, peaceful
life. I don't scratch,
and I don't bite. Please,
don't punish me for
the sins of my family.
Then who must pay for
their crimes? Do you
ever have those days when
you're just not getting
through? How can we trust
someone who has every
mon blood in their veins?
The life of Charles Evremond is knitted
forever to the lives of all his ancestors.
Tried around. He is the
last of his breed. The
knot of revenge must be
tied around his neck.
Take off his head. Death to this enemy of
the Republic. Down with the aristocrats!
Well, that was constructive.
Thanks for listening.
Rise for the verdict.
This court pronounces
a sentence of death.
Tomorrow, Charles Avremont
dies by the guillotine.
Jackal, the prisoner.
Don't worry, Lucy.
I would give my life for your happiness.
You shall not lose your beloved, Charles.
That's it.
That's it. I'm doomed.
So much for taking
charge of the situation.
So much for taking
charge of the situation.
I couldn't stop it.
Boy, you guys are in trouble.
Trouble!
Oh!
Joan!
Oh!
Ellen!
Oh!
Oh!
Together we can stop this madness!
Okay. Somebody talk to me.
What is the story here?
I'll give you the story!
Quiet, wishbone.
Nobody ever listens to the dog.
I was supposed to babysit, but I
wanted to do something with Joe.
And I was sort of helping David babysit.
Yeah, and the two of them, they
didn't want to go outside with us.
No, they didn't want us.
Well, you guys should have stayed where
you could keep an eye on the girls.
I mean,
It's a good thing
they're so well behaved.
Oh, I object!
And Joe, Wishbone, has made a total mess.
He is in big trouble.
I want you to put him
out on the back porch.
What?
Is there no justice?
No rest for the weary!
Is this all the thanks I get?
Wait, we did it.
Did what, honey?
The toilet paper.
Yeah, we did it.
I rest my case!
Emily, that took courage.
Now,
Get this bow off of me.
You are a good dog, wish, but I'm sorry.
Charles.
Sydney?
What are you doing here?
Shh.
We don't have much time.
Leave us alone for a moment.
Sidney Carton, who had never done
anything for anyone in his life,
had a plan to save Charles
Darnay, for Lucy's sake.
Sidney, this is crazy.
You'll be in a lot of trouble
if they catch you in here.
You'd better go.
I've come to release you.
Thank you, my friend. But you
know that's quite impossible.
What's that?
It smells kind of funny.
I'm feeling funny.
I think I'd better just
lie down for a while.
I will take your place at the guillotine.
I will take your place at the guillotine.
My fear.
friend.
You there.
Enter.
Hurry.
Take him.
The carriage is waiting.
Are you sure you want to do this?
Once I take him, there's
no escape for you.
You will die for sure tomorrow.
Yes, yes, I know.
I have not.
not done much with my life.
But now,
it is a far, far better thing
I do than I have ever done.
There's a far, far better rest I go to
than I have ever known.
Now, go.
Hurry!
Gunspeed.
Sidney
Carton managed to save the life
and
their home
to their home in London.
Oh, where am I?
What happened?
Lucy?
Charles, you are safe.
Mr. Carton has taken
your place in prison.
He wished to sacrifice himself
for the sake of our family.
We must always honor
We must always honor the
memory of Sidney Carton.
We will tell our children about him.
and they will tell their children,
and so his story will
be passed on forever.
He shall never be forgotten.
This is a Wishbone.
Hey, you got my good side.
Oh, Emily, that's wonderful.
For Whistlebone.
Wishbone, you are a good dog.
Feel free to give me a reward.
Hey, you guys.
How about a little more
work and a little less play?
You know, I think that
Emily's got talent.
Hey, Wishbone, we're going to the park.
Come on, boy.
Yes, the best of times!
Uh, we're not babysitting anyone, are we?
In a tale of two cities, Charles Dickens
described the sounds of the sounds of the
the French Revolution.
Everywhere was deafening and maniacal
bewilderment, astounding noise.
It took a Foley artist to
recreate this atmosphere.
A Foley artist produces sounds which
occur naturally in the world around us.
Oftentimes you see something
happen when it's filmed,
and you know in the back of your
mind that that sound should register.
If someone pulls their keys out of
their pockets, you need to hear that.
But oftentimes that's not
picked up during the filming.
So we'll add sounds we might ordinarily
take for granted.
Sometimes we add larger,
more spectacular sounds,
like the crashing guillotine
described by Charles Dickens.
We brought in big cabbage heads
and a huge machete and just take after
take got these fabulous crisp sounds.
Not only do we recreate the sounds,
but we match them to the action.
That's called sinking sound to picture.
It's Politey!
Just you and me, Joe, hitting the
streets, looking for a good time.
When something happens, that
sound needs to be placed,
when that happens. Otherwise,
you're going to see something
happen and then hear the sound
either too early or too late.
Foley makes what you're
watching more believable.
And it's fun.
Having it not be there is like
losing part of the storyline.
You can imagine the sound
yourself when you read the book.
Preferably a dog-eared copy.
Ha ha!
We're going to be.