Ben 10: Omniverse (2012) s01e22 Episode Script
Showdown (2)
Dr.
Psychobos: You don't think I took precautions to prevent you from using that device to teleport out of here? Did you think to prevent me from teleporting anyone in? [ beep .]
[ snarling .]
Ben: What do we do now? Khyber and Malware are still out there.
Dr.
Psychobos: Your entire species is about to become extinct! 1x22 - Showdown, part 2 [ rumbling .]
Aaaah! Ben 10 he's a kid, and he wants to have fun but when you need a superhero, he gets the job done Ben 10 with a device that he wears on his arm he can change his shape and save the world from harm when trouble's taking place he gets right in its face Ben 10 when lives are on the line it's hero time Ben 10 [ explosion .]
Ben: Ugh.
Anybody else hear about a million little bells? Rook: Is it safe to assume that was Malware's doing? - Obviously.
- Ben: But if Malware was on the moon when it blew, problem solved.
Right? No, Tennyson, I think our problems are just beginning.
First thinker, the defensive grid is down! Man the particle cannons.
[ beep .]
[ whimpering .]
Aaah! Nrg: Those rocks, they aren't rocks! Malware.
He's been scattered over half the planet by now.
Nrg: [ sarcastically .]
Wonderful.
It's raining psychopaths.
Pakmar demands satisfaction! Pakmar demands restitution! Pakmar demands an apology! You, colorful-shirt-man, you are related to that menace, that hooligan, that qwezot in Pakmar's marflarb! Max: You must mean Ben.
The very one! You know what this scoundrel has did?! Max: Now, Mr.
Pakmar, I'm sure Ben had some reason.
Pakmar is but a simple merchant, trying to provide for his wife and 487 children! But Ben Tennyson makes this impossible! Max: Find Ben and get him in here.
I'm not seeing Ben Tennyson anywhere in this sector, Magister.
- Max: Let me see that.
- I can run the scans again.
Max: No.
I have a better idea.
[ beeping .]
Ben: So, what's our next move? How do we fix this? - How should I know? - Ben: Seriously? You're the smartest guy in three galaxies? Five, actually, but who's counting? Ben: Whatever.
You've got to know something.
Rook: Uh, if I may interrupt.
It's not like this has ever happened before.
I'd need to examine what's left of that moon to assess the situation.
Rook: That might have to wait.
Malware: Azmuth! Where you gave life, I have brought destruction! Your favored creations are no more.
Sowing chaos doesn't take any special talent, Malware.
If that's the best you can do, I'm not impressed.
Malware: No, nothing I do could ever impress you, could it, "father?" In your eyes, I am nothing but your failed experiment, your shame.
My only shame is that I have been unable to heal your pain.
But it's not too late.
Give up this vendetta of yours, and we'll work together to make you whole.
Malware: [ roars .]
Lies!! Even now you conspire against me! It is too late! Hyah! Humungousaur: Oh! Ugh! Rook: [ gasps .]
My proto-tool! Both: [ gasps .]
Malware: What a clever device.
It must have a million uses.
But I'm only interested in one.
You cannot win.
Even now, there are pieces of my body working their way to the planet's core.
I shall corrupt this world from within, devouring every molecule until Galvan Prime becomes planet Malware! But, first I shall devour you.
Humungousaur: Ugh! Humungousaur: [ grunting .]
Rook! Get Azmuth out of here! Malware: No! No one leaves! Humungousaur: [ roars .]
[ sighs .]
Malware: Aah! [ beep .]
Humungousaur: Ow! [ spacecraft approaching .]
Max: Come on! - Rook: Ben! He's - Gwen: I've got him! - Rook: Magister, how did you - Max: When you didn't show up on any scan, I figured something was wrong, so I called Gwen.
Gwen: I'm kind of an expert at tracking Ben's manna.
- Max: How is he? - He'll come around in a few hours.
Ben: [ coughing .]
Or now.
Could be now.
Ben: Ugh.
Anybody got a mint? My mouth tastes like Malware.
Ugh.
Fortunately, the debris from the explosion of Galvan "B" came - down over a localized area.
- Ben: That's, like, half the planet! Yes, but the rest is unaffected.
However, it's only a matter of hours until Malware's feelers reach the planet's core.
Once that happens, there will be no way to stop him from absorbing and corrupting everything.
Malware himself will become a living planet, and a heavily armed one, at that.
- Uncool.
- Definitely uncool.
Kevin: Absolutely uncool.
So, what's the plan? I designed Galvan Prime with a series of firewalls to insulate sections of the planet from each other in case of a viral attack.
If we can activate the disrupter fields in these firewalls, we should be able to prevent Malware from reaching the core briefly.
- Ben: Briefly? - I'll know more once Rook, Gwen, and I return from what's left of Galvan "B".
There must be some answers up there.
Kevin: For a supergenius, that's not a very inspiring plan.
- Gwen: Have you got a better plan? - Kevin: Just sayin' Ben: You said, "if we activate the firewalls.
" There's something you're not telling us, isn't there? I was getting to it.
The firewall controls were damaged by the shockwave.
The central relay station is here, on the edge of the red zone.
Ben: So, you need us to keep Malware busy while the wonder twins here fix the controls.
We might possibly resent that reference.
- If we knew what it meant.
- Ben: You and me together again, huh? Kevin: How come every time you say that, I end up getting shot at? Max: Are you sure you don't have any bigger jetpacks? Oh! Oho ho ha! Malware is just ahead.
There's a security garrison here that may help us - if there's anyone left.
- Ben: Love that sunny outlook.
Kevin: Hey, don't go getting any ideas about my girl.
Rook: Not to worry.
Gwen is only attractive by human standards.
- Gwen: Um - Ben: It's true.
I've seen Rook's homeworld.
No comparison.
Gwen: I am sitting right here.
Kevin: So, to him, Gwen's like what, an orangutan with glasses? Ben: [ laughs .]
[ gasps .]
Gwen: Love ya.
Bye.
Kevin: Any time now, Tennyson! Ben: I'm trying to dial in a flyer! Kevin: Haven't you figured that thing out yet? Ben: Whoa! [ beep .]
Kevin: Ugh! Way Big: Way Big? Kevin: Aaaah! Ow! What happened to Malware? Did he soak into the ground or something? Way Big: Beats me.
Maybe I splattered him.
Kevin: Nah.
It's never that easy.
Way Big: Go muster the troops.
I'll keep an eye out for Malware.
Kevin: [ grunting .]
On it.
[ growling .]
[ crickets chirping .]
- Max: Well? - I've seen worse.
Hmm.
But this is at least top five.
Uh, bottom five.
Way Big: Gotcha! [ laughs .]
Ew! Gross! Whoa! [ growling .]
Kevin: [ grunting .]
Come on, cut it out, will ya? - We need it for the copper.
- And your belt buckle.
Max: What? Why would you possibly need my belt buckle? [ clears throat .]
Would all the geniuses in the room kindly raise your hands? Max: [ sighing .]
All right, fine.
[ buckle clinking .]
And your shoelaces.
Malware: You returned to face me again, after I nearly destroyed you? You are a fool, Ben Tennyson! Way Big: Yeah? Well, it takes one to know one.
Hyah! [ explosion in distance .]
Kevin: Huh? [ whimpering .]
They seem to be in remarkably good condition.
Yes, I think I can work with these.
Do either of you have any pocket change? Way Big: [ grunting .]
Aaah! Malware: Do you see how your loyalty to Azmuth is repaid? Way Big: [ grunting .]
Malware: Only despair and utter destruction await you.
Even now, part of me nears the core.
Max: Guys, we're almost out of time! - Plenty of time! - We're done.
Max: Well turn it on! [ gasps .]
Malware: What?! No! Impossible! [ grunting .]
No-o-o! This is far from over, Tennyson.
Your friends have only delayed their fate! But as for you your journey ends here.
Kevin: Ben! Malware: [ roaring .]
[ beep .]
Ben: Wh I'm home? How'd I get here? Young Gwen: I like school, but we probably learn more with grandpa Max.
Ben: [ sarcastically .]
Oh, great.
More time travel.
Young Gwen: Go on, say it.
[ imitating Ben .]
You like school? What a dweeb! - Max: You've been quiet, kiddo.
- Young Ben: Yeah, I guess.
Max: You've been through a lot the past few days.
Go on in and rest up.
You'll feel better.
Young Gwen: Grandpa, is Ben gonna be okay? Max: Yeah.
Give him time.
I come 76,000 light-years, and I don't even get a formal greeting? Young Ben: Oh.
Hey, Azmuth.
Ben: Wait, I remember this but from a lower angle.
So, how is my greatest invention? You haven't blown it apart or dropped it in the toilet or anything? - Young Ben: No, I guess not.
- You know, you've been doing an awful lot of winning since you took possession of my Omnitrix.
Young Ben: So? "So", you don't learn anything when you win, Ben Tennyson.
Losing this transformation you call Feedback was hard, wasn't it? Young Ben: Yeah.
It felt like he was a part of me.
Well, you can let that one loss define you from now on, or you can learn from it.
Young Ben: Did you? Ben: Huh? You can see me now? Young Ben: Did you learn from it? Ben: Yeah, that losing bites.
- Young Ben: Oh.
- Ben: Look, I don't think there's any big takeaway from our big fail back then.
Young Ben: Guess you're still mad at me, huh? Ben: Dude, no, I'm mad at [ sighs .]
You know what? Maybe I got to forgive you/me.
- Young Ben: You do? - Ben: Yeah.
We're not losers.
Beating ourselves up is just doing a favor for Malware and everyone else we ever go up against.
So from now on, let's save the beat-downs for the bad guys.
Deal? [ beep .]
[ crowd screaming .]
[ thundering footsteps .]
Malware: [ growling .]
[ explosion .]
Kevin: Uh, Ben? Feedback: Hey, everybody! Did you miss me? Malware: The Conductoid? Pathetic.
I destroyed you once before, and I'm a hundred times more powerful now! Feedback: Now I remember why I liked this guy.
Feedback rules! [ electricity crackles .]
Malware: Aaah! Feedback: Hyah! Kevin: Aah! [ groans .]
[ whimpering .]
Kevin: Aw, poor dumb Mutt.
Feedback: Ugh.
I'm not making a dent in this creep.
And sooner or later, I'm gonna run out of gas.
[ roaring overhead .]
Malware: No! This cannot be! I destroyed them all! No! [ snarls .]
Kevin: You're welcome.
Whoo! Yeah! That's more like it! [ snarls .]
Kevin: Ugh! Aah! Whoa! Good doggy! Feedback: There's got to be some way to take this chump out - once and for all.
- Might I suggest these? Malware: Aah! Feedback: The Mechamorphs! That was you? Once the helixes were repaired, it was a small matter to re-energize the Mechamorphs.
And I believe there's more than enough energy remaining for your purposes.
Feedback: Then let's turn on the power! Malware: Curse you, Ben Tennyson! [ electricity crackles .]
Aah! [ beeping .]
Feedback: Ugh.
Ben: Now, that was a total rush.
[ crowd cheers .]
Okay, Azmuth, I guess we'll be going now.
Yes, yes, goodbye, Ben Tennyson.
Ben: Come on! Not even a "thank you?" You expect me to put on some humiliating display of gratitude every time you save a planet or two? - Who has that kind of time? - Ben: You're welcome.
Kevin:[ whistles .]
[ barking .]
Ben: We're taking in another stray? Kevin: [ sarcastically .]
Funny.
She's kind of growing on me.
- Gwen: It's a girl? - Kevin: You really didn't pay attention in health class, did you? Max: Don't ask.
Psychobos: You don't think I took precautions to prevent you from using that device to teleport out of here? Did you think to prevent me from teleporting anyone in? [ beep .]
[ snarling .]
Ben: What do we do now? Khyber and Malware are still out there.
Dr.
Psychobos: Your entire species is about to become extinct! 1x22 - Showdown, part 2 [ rumbling .]
Aaaah! Ben 10 he's a kid, and he wants to have fun but when you need a superhero, he gets the job done Ben 10 with a device that he wears on his arm he can change his shape and save the world from harm when trouble's taking place he gets right in its face Ben 10 when lives are on the line it's hero time Ben 10 [ explosion .]
Ben: Ugh.
Anybody else hear about a million little bells? Rook: Is it safe to assume that was Malware's doing? - Obviously.
- Ben: But if Malware was on the moon when it blew, problem solved.
Right? No, Tennyson, I think our problems are just beginning.
First thinker, the defensive grid is down! Man the particle cannons.
[ beep .]
[ whimpering .]
Aaah! Nrg: Those rocks, they aren't rocks! Malware.
He's been scattered over half the planet by now.
Nrg: [ sarcastically .]
Wonderful.
It's raining psychopaths.
Pakmar demands satisfaction! Pakmar demands restitution! Pakmar demands an apology! You, colorful-shirt-man, you are related to that menace, that hooligan, that qwezot in Pakmar's marflarb! Max: You must mean Ben.
The very one! You know what this scoundrel has did?! Max: Now, Mr.
Pakmar, I'm sure Ben had some reason.
Pakmar is but a simple merchant, trying to provide for his wife and 487 children! But Ben Tennyson makes this impossible! Max: Find Ben and get him in here.
I'm not seeing Ben Tennyson anywhere in this sector, Magister.
- Max: Let me see that.
- I can run the scans again.
Max: No.
I have a better idea.
[ beeping .]
Ben: So, what's our next move? How do we fix this? - How should I know? - Ben: Seriously? You're the smartest guy in three galaxies? Five, actually, but who's counting? Ben: Whatever.
You've got to know something.
Rook: Uh, if I may interrupt.
It's not like this has ever happened before.
I'd need to examine what's left of that moon to assess the situation.
Rook: That might have to wait.
Malware: Azmuth! Where you gave life, I have brought destruction! Your favored creations are no more.
Sowing chaos doesn't take any special talent, Malware.
If that's the best you can do, I'm not impressed.
Malware: No, nothing I do could ever impress you, could it, "father?" In your eyes, I am nothing but your failed experiment, your shame.
My only shame is that I have been unable to heal your pain.
But it's not too late.
Give up this vendetta of yours, and we'll work together to make you whole.
Malware: [ roars .]
Lies!! Even now you conspire against me! It is too late! Hyah! Humungousaur: Oh! Ugh! Rook: [ gasps .]
My proto-tool! Both: [ gasps .]
Malware: What a clever device.
It must have a million uses.
But I'm only interested in one.
You cannot win.
Even now, there are pieces of my body working their way to the planet's core.
I shall corrupt this world from within, devouring every molecule until Galvan Prime becomes planet Malware! But, first I shall devour you.
Humungousaur: Ugh! Humungousaur: [ grunting .]
Rook! Get Azmuth out of here! Malware: No! No one leaves! Humungousaur: [ roars .]
[ sighs .]
Malware: Aah! [ beep .]
Humungousaur: Ow! [ spacecraft approaching .]
Max: Come on! - Rook: Ben! He's - Gwen: I've got him! - Rook: Magister, how did you - Max: When you didn't show up on any scan, I figured something was wrong, so I called Gwen.
Gwen: I'm kind of an expert at tracking Ben's manna.
- Max: How is he? - He'll come around in a few hours.
Ben: [ coughing .]
Or now.
Could be now.
Ben: Ugh.
Anybody got a mint? My mouth tastes like Malware.
Ugh.
Fortunately, the debris from the explosion of Galvan "B" came - down over a localized area.
- Ben: That's, like, half the planet! Yes, but the rest is unaffected.
However, it's only a matter of hours until Malware's feelers reach the planet's core.
Once that happens, there will be no way to stop him from absorbing and corrupting everything.
Malware himself will become a living planet, and a heavily armed one, at that.
- Uncool.
- Definitely uncool.
Kevin: Absolutely uncool.
So, what's the plan? I designed Galvan Prime with a series of firewalls to insulate sections of the planet from each other in case of a viral attack.
If we can activate the disrupter fields in these firewalls, we should be able to prevent Malware from reaching the core briefly.
- Ben: Briefly? - I'll know more once Rook, Gwen, and I return from what's left of Galvan "B".
There must be some answers up there.
Kevin: For a supergenius, that's not a very inspiring plan.
- Gwen: Have you got a better plan? - Kevin: Just sayin' Ben: You said, "if we activate the firewalls.
" There's something you're not telling us, isn't there? I was getting to it.
The firewall controls were damaged by the shockwave.
The central relay station is here, on the edge of the red zone.
Ben: So, you need us to keep Malware busy while the wonder twins here fix the controls.
We might possibly resent that reference.
- If we knew what it meant.
- Ben: You and me together again, huh? Kevin: How come every time you say that, I end up getting shot at? Max: Are you sure you don't have any bigger jetpacks? Oh! Oho ho ha! Malware is just ahead.
There's a security garrison here that may help us - if there's anyone left.
- Ben: Love that sunny outlook.
Kevin: Hey, don't go getting any ideas about my girl.
Rook: Not to worry.
Gwen is only attractive by human standards.
- Gwen: Um - Ben: It's true.
I've seen Rook's homeworld.
No comparison.
Gwen: I am sitting right here.
Kevin: So, to him, Gwen's like what, an orangutan with glasses? Ben: [ laughs .]
[ gasps .]
Gwen: Love ya.
Bye.
Kevin: Any time now, Tennyson! Ben: I'm trying to dial in a flyer! Kevin: Haven't you figured that thing out yet? Ben: Whoa! [ beep .]
Kevin: Ugh! Way Big: Way Big? Kevin: Aaaah! Ow! What happened to Malware? Did he soak into the ground or something? Way Big: Beats me.
Maybe I splattered him.
Kevin: Nah.
It's never that easy.
Way Big: Go muster the troops.
I'll keep an eye out for Malware.
Kevin: [ grunting .]
On it.
[ growling .]
[ crickets chirping .]
- Max: Well? - I've seen worse.
Hmm.
But this is at least top five.
Uh, bottom five.
Way Big: Gotcha! [ laughs .]
Ew! Gross! Whoa! [ growling .]
Kevin: [ grunting .]
Come on, cut it out, will ya? - We need it for the copper.
- And your belt buckle.
Max: What? Why would you possibly need my belt buckle? [ clears throat .]
Would all the geniuses in the room kindly raise your hands? Max: [ sighing .]
All right, fine.
[ buckle clinking .]
And your shoelaces.
Malware: You returned to face me again, after I nearly destroyed you? You are a fool, Ben Tennyson! Way Big: Yeah? Well, it takes one to know one.
Hyah! [ explosion in distance .]
Kevin: Huh? [ whimpering .]
They seem to be in remarkably good condition.
Yes, I think I can work with these.
Do either of you have any pocket change? Way Big: [ grunting .]
Aaah! Malware: Do you see how your loyalty to Azmuth is repaid? Way Big: [ grunting .]
Malware: Only despair and utter destruction await you.
Even now, part of me nears the core.
Max: Guys, we're almost out of time! - Plenty of time! - We're done.
Max: Well turn it on! [ gasps .]
Malware: What?! No! Impossible! [ grunting .]
No-o-o! This is far from over, Tennyson.
Your friends have only delayed their fate! But as for you your journey ends here.
Kevin: Ben! Malware: [ roaring .]
[ beep .]
Ben: Wh I'm home? How'd I get here? Young Gwen: I like school, but we probably learn more with grandpa Max.
Ben: [ sarcastically .]
Oh, great.
More time travel.
Young Gwen: Go on, say it.
[ imitating Ben .]
You like school? What a dweeb! - Max: You've been quiet, kiddo.
- Young Ben: Yeah, I guess.
Max: You've been through a lot the past few days.
Go on in and rest up.
You'll feel better.
Young Gwen: Grandpa, is Ben gonna be okay? Max: Yeah.
Give him time.
I come 76,000 light-years, and I don't even get a formal greeting? Young Ben: Oh.
Hey, Azmuth.
Ben: Wait, I remember this but from a lower angle.
So, how is my greatest invention? You haven't blown it apart or dropped it in the toilet or anything? - Young Ben: No, I guess not.
- You know, you've been doing an awful lot of winning since you took possession of my Omnitrix.
Young Ben: So? "So", you don't learn anything when you win, Ben Tennyson.
Losing this transformation you call Feedback was hard, wasn't it? Young Ben: Yeah.
It felt like he was a part of me.
Well, you can let that one loss define you from now on, or you can learn from it.
Young Ben: Did you? Ben: Huh? You can see me now? Young Ben: Did you learn from it? Ben: Yeah, that losing bites.
- Young Ben: Oh.
- Ben: Look, I don't think there's any big takeaway from our big fail back then.
Young Ben: Guess you're still mad at me, huh? Ben: Dude, no, I'm mad at [ sighs .]
You know what? Maybe I got to forgive you/me.
- Young Ben: You do? - Ben: Yeah.
We're not losers.
Beating ourselves up is just doing a favor for Malware and everyone else we ever go up against.
So from now on, let's save the beat-downs for the bad guys.
Deal? [ beep .]
[ crowd screaming .]
[ thundering footsteps .]
Malware: [ growling .]
[ explosion .]
Kevin: Uh, Ben? Feedback: Hey, everybody! Did you miss me? Malware: The Conductoid? Pathetic.
I destroyed you once before, and I'm a hundred times more powerful now! Feedback: Now I remember why I liked this guy.
Feedback rules! [ electricity crackles .]
Malware: Aaah! Feedback: Hyah! Kevin: Aah! [ groans .]
[ whimpering .]
Kevin: Aw, poor dumb Mutt.
Feedback: Ugh.
I'm not making a dent in this creep.
And sooner or later, I'm gonna run out of gas.
[ roaring overhead .]
Malware: No! This cannot be! I destroyed them all! No! [ snarls .]
Kevin: You're welcome.
Whoo! Yeah! That's more like it! [ snarls .]
Kevin: Ugh! Aah! Whoa! Good doggy! Feedback: There's got to be some way to take this chump out - once and for all.
- Might I suggest these? Malware: Aah! Feedback: The Mechamorphs! That was you? Once the helixes were repaired, it was a small matter to re-energize the Mechamorphs.
And I believe there's more than enough energy remaining for your purposes.
Feedback: Then let's turn on the power! Malware: Curse you, Ben Tennyson! [ electricity crackles .]
Aah! [ beeping .]
Feedback: Ugh.
Ben: Now, that was a total rush.
[ crowd cheers .]
Okay, Azmuth, I guess we'll be going now.
Yes, yes, goodbye, Ben Tennyson.
Ben: Come on! Not even a "thank you?" You expect me to put on some humiliating display of gratitude every time you save a planet or two? - Who has that kind of time? - Ben: You're welcome.
Kevin:[ whistles .]
[ barking .]
Ben: We're taking in another stray? Kevin: [ sarcastically .]
Funny.
She's kind of growing on me.
- Gwen: It's a girl? - Kevin: You really didn't pay attention in health class, did you? Max: Don't ask.