House of Anubis (2011) s02e28 Episode Script
House of Impasse
Okay.
Turn around, Patricia.
Don't move.
Just turn around.
Nina, make sense.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Go now.
I can't go now.
No, no, no, Patricia.
Okay, one, two, and then go.
Anyone who does not have a pendulum swinging.
In front of their face, shut up.
You made that look so easy.
Honest.
I actually thought she might die.
We can learn this.
It's just like a song.
Huh? Uh, it's not like a song.
It's like a chopping board.
No, it's got it's own rhythm.
So think of each pendulum as a chord.
So say the sun's a and c.
And the moon's b and d.
- Yeah, it's like pendulum hip-hop, man.
Oh, here we go.
This is finally useful.
What's up with you two? Broke up.
No, we didn't.
It's a refrain.
The pattern loops.
If we learn the song, we learn the gaps.
We learn the gaps, and we walk straight through.
Exactly.
More practice.
More practice? But maybe not with real pendulums.
I know it seems real complicated, But I promise it's not.
That's why we need to practice.
By the time we're finished, You'll be able to do it with your eyes closed.
That's the only way I'll be able to do it.
The wise general produces victories.
From the enemy's own tactics.
One, eight, Nine, zero.
They would never have given up the code.
Through threat or punishment.
They'd only plead ignorance.
Or memory loss.
Have you read the art of war, Victor.
The uh, no, no.
Through the art of subtlety.
And secrecy, We hold the enemy's fate.
In our hands.
Amazing.
You never knew about this? No.
The book of isis? No, certainly not.
Of course this place may well be nothing more.
Than a children's hideout.
Well, this room must be significant.
Otherwise, why hide it? That looks familiar.
Enough for tonight.
They may be back any minute.
Subtlety and secrecy, Victor.
We need to learn what it's there for.
What are we looking at? It's a crocodile.
Can't you see? So we will take turns as pendulums.
And on the beam and rotate.
Don't learn the gaps, learn the swings.
Patricia, you are a.
Nina, you are b.
Amber, you are c.
And Alfie, you're d.
Wait.
Am I u, r, or c? c.
Okay.
Okay, Alfie, give us a beat.
Uh, a.
B.
A, c, a.
B, c.
D, a, b.
A, c.
D, c, d.
And it loops again.
"how can I a man with such perfectly groomed facial hair.
Be so horrid?" Anubis.
There are tunnels under the house.
Wait, if I smell these, Is water going to squirt in my face? No.
They're for being a rock.
I could not have visited my dad without you.
Yes, you could.
But I'm keeping these.
What's wrong? Allergic? They do plastic ones.
I'm worried about poppy.
You want me to tell her? It's only fair, right? I can't.
Not yet.
But why? I can't tell you.
You can't tell me.
Fine.
Hey.
- Hey.
- Poppy.
What are the flowers for? They're from Jerome.
To say thank you for letting him borrow my hair straightener.
A, c.
A, c.
I did it.
Well done.
Okay, Nina, now you be a.
Patricia, your turn on b.
Ready? Here we go.
A, b.
C, d, a.
C, a.
C What are you doing? Interpretive dance, miss.
For drama.
And what are you interpreting? It's an exploration into the cultural origins.
And influences.
Of man's struggle against oppressive institutions.
But if you have to ask, Then obviously we're not doing it right.
Five, six, seven, eight.
Very well.
Carry on.
Where did you learn to do that? - Don't know.
- That was amazing.
Hi, Fabian.
Oh, hey.
Houston, we have a problem.
Chocolate? Chocolate.
There you go.
Enjoy, buddy.
You need a chocolate.
Oh, no.
Ms.
Andrews, Mr.
Sweet, chocolate? They're fancy and french.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
What are you doing? Oh, I don't eat milk chocolate.
Here.
But they're a gift for him.
I gave them to you.
And a great one, And the sentiment is not lost on me, Let me tell you.
Oh, my.
What on earth? You don't like? "verre de farine.
" Mealworms.
Beetle larvae? My mom made me take french class.
I always thought it was pointless, But, boy, was I wrong? He is good.
There were tunnels down there? Look at this.
Why, they go on forever.
I am convinced the book of isis.
Lies somewhere within them.
And knowing our luck, At the very end of them.
Where's the entrance? Well, somewhere within the antechamber, According to the map.
Don't worry.
I shall keep on searching.
I will find it.
I know you will.
You keep me updated.
I can't get that Out my head.
That's a good thing, Amber.
You do realize there's an actual band called pendulum.
Where's the bookcase? To those who've trespassed.
Where they do not belong, The beacon of light is your morning song.
Your eyes shall not see.
All shall be dark.
Until ra completes his blazing arc.
Who's there? All clear.
It's fine.
I'm fine.
- Let me look at your eyes.
- Please don't fuss.
I'm getting better.
You can see? Not exactly, no, but Now instead of a big dark blur, I see a big light blur.
Oh, no.
It's a cold compress.
I am not taking no for an answer.
There must be some sort of switch to turn it off.
Well, there's nothing at the entrance.
The beam began immediately.
Traveling up my body, Almost as if it Almost as if it was scanning.
Well, I guess now we know what the amulets are for.
Oh, and I left them.
How stupid.
I should have Shh.
Oh, but it was all I could do to find the door.
Don't get excited.
I will get the amulet.
You stay here and rest.
I'll be back before you know it.
Oh, it's so good to make noise again.
But don't be afraid to not.
How did Victor get in there? Well, let's not panic yet.
He's only seen the antechamber.
And he can't get through to the tunnels.
These amulets are not safe in our rooms.
Then we'll hide them.
The one place he won't search.
One spare.
I'm sorry, but I can't wear two.
I'd look like a rapper.
What about the Dollhouse? Now what? We've still got to get across the beam.
Yeah, well, we can't go back tonight.
It's too risky.
We'll go first thing before everyone else gets up.
Let's go get some sleep now.
The collector? "kids making fools of us.
"they have found frobisher-smythes'.
Secret study.
" Shh.
How did you get in here? And what are you doing creeping around? It's 6:00 A.
M.
Well, what are you doing creeping around? I won't ask if you don't.
Deal.
Never change, gerbil.
I'll go first just to show you all.
How straightforward it is.
Oh.
Oh! You can do this.
Come on.
See? Come on.
A, b.
C, d, a.
Ah! C, a.
C.
A, b.
C, d, a.
Come on, Amber.
You got this.
Come on.
You got this.
Eek! Good, good.
Last one.
Yes! - You did it.
- You did it.
You did it.
Okay, guys.
And now the exciting part.
Let's see what's down here.
Well, this should be interesting.
Considering what we've seen so far.
As long as it doesn't involve bugs.
A giant rolling ball? Subterranean caverns.
Well, it doesn't open.
No, there's got to be something.
No one gets dead end.
It can't be right.
It just doesn't make sense.
None of it makes any sense.
We must have missed something.
We need to look at the map.
Alfie.
So how did the break-up go? Um Pretty good.
Yeah? Took it well? Like you wouldn't believe.
What's he doing here? Punishment for that little stunt.
He pulled with the chocolates.
Apparently he speaks french? Monteurs.
Yes, I wanted something much harsher, But Mr.
Sweet insisted it would be better.
If we put his creative energies.
Toward something more constructive.
So I'm a reporter.
Is this all we have? You didn't rat me out? I don't rat people out.
Right, first things first.
We need an editor.
Me.
Ah, Joy has nominated herself.
Anybody else fancy putting their hat in the ring? Anyone at all? Well, it looks like it's going to have to be I'm sorry I'm late.
I was gathering all the information I could.
On current affairs, As well as a little bit of information.
On our competitors.
Oh, Mara, we were just asking.
About nominations for the job of editor.
Oh, yes, please, If it's not already taken.
Kind of is.
Nonsense.
This is a meritocracy.
Where superman lives? You mean compete for the job? Yes.
The most impressive first article.
Gets the editor's job.
Okay.
There's no dead end on here.
The tunnel just goes straight through.
There's been nothing from the Dollhouse.
We're missing something, Something obvious.
Like the crocodile.
Well, it's late.
We can't think straight, So we'll get some sleep and reconvene tomorrow? We'll figure it out.
Sweet dreams.
You sleep soundly, girl.
Your stone impasse does not trouble you? I've got four other people trying to figure this out.
Yes.
Your servants.
Lazy, fearful creatures.
Perhaps if you were not the only one forced.
To watch the timepiece, Perhaps if they too shared the mark Shared? I will bind them to you.
No! Amber.
We're all cursed, aren't we?
Turn around, Patricia.
Don't move.
Just turn around.
Nina, make sense.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Go now.
I can't go now.
No, no, no, Patricia.
Okay, one, two, and then go.
Anyone who does not have a pendulum swinging.
In front of their face, shut up.
You made that look so easy.
Honest.
I actually thought she might die.
We can learn this.
It's just like a song.
Huh? Uh, it's not like a song.
It's like a chopping board.
No, it's got it's own rhythm.
So think of each pendulum as a chord.
So say the sun's a and c.
And the moon's b and d.
- Yeah, it's like pendulum hip-hop, man.
Oh, here we go.
This is finally useful.
What's up with you two? Broke up.
No, we didn't.
It's a refrain.
The pattern loops.
If we learn the song, we learn the gaps.
We learn the gaps, and we walk straight through.
Exactly.
More practice.
More practice? But maybe not with real pendulums.
I know it seems real complicated, But I promise it's not.
That's why we need to practice.
By the time we're finished, You'll be able to do it with your eyes closed.
That's the only way I'll be able to do it.
The wise general produces victories.
From the enemy's own tactics.
One, eight, Nine, zero.
They would never have given up the code.
Through threat or punishment.
They'd only plead ignorance.
Or memory loss.
Have you read the art of war, Victor.
The uh, no, no.
Through the art of subtlety.
And secrecy, We hold the enemy's fate.
In our hands.
Amazing.
You never knew about this? No.
The book of isis? No, certainly not.
Of course this place may well be nothing more.
Than a children's hideout.
Well, this room must be significant.
Otherwise, why hide it? That looks familiar.
Enough for tonight.
They may be back any minute.
Subtlety and secrecy, Victor.
We need to learn what it's there for.
What are we looking at? It's a crocodile.
Can't you see? So we will take turns as pendulums.
And on the beam and rotate.
Don't learn the gaps, learn the swings.
Patricia, you are a.
Nina, you are b.
Amber, you are c.
And Alfie, you're d.
Wait.
Am I u, r, or c? c.
Okay.
Okay, Alfie, give us a beat.
Uh, a.
B.
A, c, a.
B, c.
D, a, b.
A, c.
D, c, d.
And it loops again.
"how can I a man with such perfectly groomed facial hair.
Be so horrid?" Anubis.
There are tunnels under the house.
Wait, if I smell these, Is water going to squirt in my face? No.
They're for being a rock.
I could not have visited my dad without you.
Yes, you could.
But I'm keeping these.
What's wrong? Allergic? They do plastic ones.
I'm worried about poppy.
You want me to tell her? It's only fair, right? I can't.
Not yet.
But why? I can't tell you.
You can't tell me.
Fine.
Hey.
- Hey.
- Poppy.
What are the flowers for? They're from Jerome.
To say thank you for letting him borrow my hair straightener.
A, c.
A, c.
I did it.
Well done.
Okay, Nina, now you be a.
Patricia, your turn on b.
Ready? Here we go.
A, b.
C, d, a.
C, a.
C What are you doing? Interpretive dance, miss.
For drama.
And what are you interpreting? It's an exploration into the cultural origins.
And influences.
Of man's struggle against oppressive institutions.
But if you have to ask, Then obviously we're not doing it right.
Five, six, seven, eight.
Very well.
Carry on.
Where did you learn to do that? - Don't know.
- That was amazing.
Hi, Fabian.
Oh, hey.
Houston, we have a problem.
Chocolate? Chocolate.
There you go.
Enjoy, buddy.
You need a chocolate.
Oh, no.
Ms.
Andrews, Mr.
Sweet, chocolate? They're fancy and french.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
What are you doing? Oh, I don't eat milk chocolate.
Here.
But they're a gift for him.
I gave them to you.
And a great one, And the sentiment is not lost on me, Let me tell you.
Oh, my.
What on earth? You don't like? "verre de farine.
" Mealworms.
Beetle larvae? My mom made me take french class.
I always thought it was pointless, But, boy, was I wrong? He is good.
There were tunnels down there? Look at this.
Why, they go on forever.
I am convinced the book of isis.
Lies somewhere within them.
And knowing our luck, At the very end of them.
Where's the entrance? Well, somewhere within the antechamber, According to the map.
Don't worry.
I shall keep on searching.
I will find it.
I know you will.
You keep me updated.
I can't get that Out my head.
That's a good thing, Amber.
You do realize there's an actual band called pendulum.
Where's the bookcase? To those who've trespassed.
Where they do not belong, The beacon of light is your morning song.
Your eyes shall not see.
All shall be dark.
Until ra completes his blazing arc.
Who's there? All clear.
It's fine.
I'm fine.
- Let me look at your eyes.
- Please don't fuss.
I'm getting better.
You can see? Not exactly, no, but Now instead of a big dark blur, I see a big light blur.
Oh, no.
It's a cold compress.
I am not taking no for an answer.
There must be some sort of switch to turn it off.
Well, there's nothing at the entrance.
The beam began immediately.
Traveling up my body, Almost as if it Almost as if it was scanning.
Well, I guess now we know what the amulets are for.
Oh, and I left them.
How stupid.
I should have Shh.
Oh, but it was all I could do to find the door.
Don't get excited.
I will get the amulet.
You stay here and rest.
I'll be back before you know it.
Oh, it's so good to make noise again.
But don't be afraid to not.
How did Victor get in there? Well, let's not panic yet.
He's only seen the antechamber.
And he can't get through to the tunnels.
These amulets are not safe in our rooms.
Then we'll hide them.
The one place he won't search.
One spare.
I'm sorry, but I can't wear two.
I'd look like a rapper.
What about the Dollhouse? Now what? We've still got to get across the beam.
Yeah, well, we can't go back tonight.
It's too risky.
We'll go first thing before everyone else gets up.
Let's go get some sleep now.
The collector? "kids making fools of us.
"they have found frobisher-smythes'.
Secret study.
" Shh.
How did you get in here? And what are you doing creeping around? It's 6:00 A.
M.
Well, what are you doing creeping around? I won't ask if you don't.
Deal.
Never change, gerbil.
I'll go first just to show you all.
How straightforward it is.
Oh.
Oh! You can do this.
Come on.
See? Come on.
A, b.
C, d, a.
Ah! C, a.
C.
A, b.
C, d, a.
Come on, Amber.
You got this.
Come on.
You got this.
Eek! Good, good.
Last one.
Yes! - You did it.
- You did it.
You did it.
Okay, guys.
And now the exciting part.
Let's see what's down here.
Well, this should be interesting.
Considering what we've seen so far.
As long as it doesn't involve bugs.
A giant rolling ball? Subterranean caverns.
Well, it doesn't open.
No, there's got to be something.
No one gets dead end.
It can't be right.
It just doesn't make sense.
None of it makes any sense.
We must have missed something.
We need to look at the map.
Alfie.
So how did the break-up go? Um Pretty good.
Yeah? Took it well? Like you wouldn't believe.
What's he doing here? Punishment for that little stunt.
He pulled with the chocolates.
Apparently he speaks french? Monteurs.
Yes, I wanted something much harsher, But Mr.
Sweet insisted it would be better.
If we put his creative energies.
Toward something more constructive.
So I'm a reporter.
Is this all we have? You didn't rat me out? I don't rat people out.
Right, first things first.
We need an editor.
Me.
Ah, Joy has nominated herself.
Anybody else fancy putting their hat in the ring? Anyone at all? Well, it looks like it's going to have to be I'm sorry I'm late.
I was gathering all the information I could.
On current affairs, As well as a little bit of information.
On our competitors.
Oh, Mara, we were just asking.
About nominations for the job of editor.
Oh, yes, please, If it's not already taken.
Kind of is.
Nonsense.
This is a meritocracy.
Where superman lives? You mean compete for the job? Yes.
The most impressive first article.
Gets the editor's job.
Okay.
There's no dead end on here.
The tunnel just goes straight through.
There's been nothing from the Dollhouse.
We're missing something, Something obvious.
Like the crocodile.
Well, it's late.
We can't think straight, So we'll get some sleep and reconvene tomorrow? We'll figure it out.
Sweet dreams.
You sleep soundly, girl.
Your stone impasse does not trouble you? I've got four other people trying to figure this out.
Yes.
Your servants.
Lazy, fearful creatures.
Perhaps if you were not the only one forced.
To watch the timepiece, Perhaps if they too shared the mark Shared? I will bind them to you.
No! Amber.
We're all cursed, aren't we?