House of Anubis (2011) s03e11 Episode Script

- That is so mean, Fabian! - All right! No oh, guys! - Have you got it? - It's a little heavy.
Help.
- Ugh.
- Okay, that's heavy.
All right.
Okay, you two need to kiss and make up, because we've got Fabian? I know who this is.
That's Patricia, the warning signal.
Who is that? Is someone there? Ah! Ooh! Oh, poor Alfie.
I might need some help getting him back to Anubis House.
No, no, I couldn't possibly.
I'm very busy.
I just hope I don't drop him, because if he sprains his other ankle, what, with his dad being a really high-powered lawyer and everything.
Fine, but understand this.
The gatehouse is out of bounds from now on.
I will not tolerate trespassers.
Why don't you take up knitting or chess, something less athletic? That was close.
That was nothing.
Trust me.
Just an average day out in Sibunaville.
No, no, no, you didn't see it Him.
It was spooky.
What does Denby want with a sleeping body? Who do you think it is? Look.
This is crazy, all right? I think it was him.
Robert Frobisher-Smythe? Okay, little problem with that theory.
Well, Robert Frobisher Born, died.
- Oh, yes.
- Died.
Okay, that guy in the tank, he was still breathing.
He's alive.
Hold on, wait, wait, dead guy in a tank but not dead.
Do you know what that means? Zombies! Guys, we need to be prepared! I am not having a zombie eat my brain out! It'd have to find it first.
Okay, Sibuna meeting tomorrow.
- Sibuna.
- All: Sibuna.
Just forget it, Fabian.
There's no chance on Earth it's him.
Do you want anything? Do you want berries? No, I like my egg on my toast.
No more blueberries, no? Don't they feed you at Isis House? - They don't have pancakes.
- Now neither do we.
Trudy, Trudy, please help me.
I've got the ratios all wrong.
Hmm.
Oh, Trudy, there's no cereal.
Oh, sorry.
Jerome's been under my feet in the kitchen for the last hour.
Says he's planning something big.
Trudy! A big mess from what I can see.
Weird.
The riddles are not specific.
That's why they're called riddles.
Don't run.
As The Seeker, perhaps you should be finding the answers.
If they're beyond you, then Ah, good morning Harriet.
Eric.
Victor.
We were just saying So you are failing our patron? We are falling behind, gentlemen.
Have you made any progress at all with the clues? I am working on them.
Then work a little faster, or does your hectic schedule of odd jobs not allow for that? If you have any suggestions, please feel free My job is The Keeper, which I've done.
Your job is The Enabler, Victor.
So enable.
- Eavesdropping, Eddie? - Oh, Edison, in school early? How gratifying.
Your father might not always be able to protect you, Eddie.
Remember that.
Have you lost someone close to you, Willow? The black clothing? We all have.
Amber.
When she left, she took away all of the color from our hearts.
So I am honoring her this non-uniform day By wearing black and no color.
She's at Fashion School, not dead.
But who will I follow now? Oh, it's so sad.
Are you sad? I'm sad.
Mm.
At least we have each other.
Does that mean there's a bed free here? Did you even bother to look at the website? And I have seen nothing to imply that she's anything other than who she says she is.
Dad, the photo proves she's a completely different person.
Miss Harriet Denby.
No, she must Okay, that's a different picture, all right, she must've changed it.
Enough.
What on Earth has put this ludicrous idea in your head? It's just Okay, how much do you know about her, who she really is? Miss Denby is a noted historian, who happens to know Know all about ancient Egypt.
Yeah, sure.
I had a really weird dream where a polar bear was chasing me.
Oh, is that the second time? Yeah, second time.
Wow.
Joy, you look incredible.
Yeah, really great, not that you didn't before.
I just mean Really great.
You don't think it's too Amber? Well, I know it's Amber-inspired, but Well, Amber turned heads, and for once, you know, I want to as well.
- Mission accomplished.
- Total head turn success.
Hey, Joy well, or Amber.
Doesn't she look amazing? It's like she's taken Amber's old clothes and made them her own.
Yeah, yeah, it really it really suits you.
Thanks.
Well, you know, I added the belt.
Amber didn't wear one with this particular dress, so Well, it really suits you.
Excellent.
Okay, how did I do? Smooth, unruffled? - Miss cool for school.
- Okay.
I will not discuss this again! And now, if you'll excuse me I have some marking to attend too.
Come on, Sweet.
Come on.
Just go already.
Are you trying to get rid of Mr.
Sweet? Yeah.
Would you like me to create a diversion? - You don't want to know what for? - Is it important? My entire happiness rests upon it.
Enter.
Wow.
- What about Alfie? - He can't be far away.
Well, item one Tank dude.
- It's Robert Frobisher-Smythe.
- Fabian, it can't be.
- It is.
- Hold up.
Who's this Frobisher-Smythe guy again? Only the greatest Egyptologist ever.
He lived here.
His family founded this place.
He's like the original Sibuna.
Yes, but we don't know that.
Okay, we need to find out for sure.
I wanted to talk to you about Amber, Sir.
Miss Millington is gone.
I know.
It's the end of an era.
That's why I came to get you for the meeting? What meeting? The one in the computer room about building a Zen Garden in her honor.
We're just waiting for you.
You said you'd be there.
I did? I mean, I did.
Yes, good.
We'll discuss the bedroom situation at Anubis House along the way.
Chop, chop.
She's good.
All right, operation big plan Phase two.
I have something to tell you, and it's big.
But if you know the truth, it'll stop you from snooping through my things and you jumping to conclusions.
Truth is, my grandfather sent me here with a mission.
He said a great evil was about to be awoken, and I had to stop it.
- He just gave me the key - The key.
But hey, my mission, my fight.
No! No way.
You're not doing this on your own.
Right, Eddie? Patricia? Yeah, but no more secrets, okay? Got it.
Okay, well, first, find out who sleepy is, and second, stop great evil.
Any questions? Whoa.
Yep.
Fabian, lets just take a photo and get back before we're missed.
It's too blurry through that glass.
It's on the inside.
Okay, then lets lose the glass.
- Ah! - Put it back! Put it back! Put it back.
Put it back! Eddie! Fabian, what have we done? Wait.
It's him.
It's Frobisher, Frobisher-Smythe.
I hope this half-empty class is unrelated to the fact your history presentations are due today.
Ladies and gentlemen, please proceed in an orderly fashion to the common room, where we're performing a short, enlightening historical presentation Unorthodox.
With free refreshments! How? It doesn't make any sense.
There's no question it's him.
It's amazing.
Victor always thought Frobisher possessed the secret to eternal life.
If that's eternal life, then I am so glad that I'm mortal.
Stuck in a tank forever? Well, not if they complete the ceremony, which we're no closer to working out.
Yeah, but at least we have a pretty good idea of where to look.
- Yeah, Frobisher's antechamber.
- The answer must be in one of his books.
I vote we go down, tonight.
But what about Alfie? Isn't he still taking cover from zombies? Leave him to me.
Mara Muffins, everybody? Freshly baked this morning.
There's one for you and one for you.
There you are.
Follow me.
Have a seat, everyone.
Have a seat.
- Jerome, what's going on? - I'll show you.
Have a seat.
Great women have shaped the world since time began.
Our story starts with Helen of Troy.
Whose face launched 1,000 ships.
We go now to ancient Britain, as Boudicca repels the Roman armies.
Every time you give that look, I'm gonna hit you with this.
Call it aversion therapy.
The Spanish Armada.
I'm just gonna hit her.
I'm just gonna hit her.
Present day And the most amazing girl I've ever met.
Or maybe I'll just hit Jerome.
Mara, I want to be by your side when you make history.
I don't work properly without you.
I am really sorry I messed up.
He just doesn't like being dumped, does he? Very touching, Jerome, but this is a history project, not a marriage proposal.
Fail.
Everyone back to their classrooms now.
Not you, Jerome.
Hijacking assignments, interrupting lessons Breaking into my office! Zen Gardens? I should call your parents.
Should but won't? You will serve detention.
Both of you, and as you're so fond of "Creating drama".
The costume cupboard is overdue a spring clean.
Which you will do every day For a week! Out.
- But we're just starting the negotiating.
- Get out! Epic romantic fail, Jerome.
Mara's not that stupid.
So speaks our resident relationship expert.
Tell me Joy, how are things with you and Fabian? Sorry? Oh, that's right.
There is no you and Fabian.
Don't know if you got the memo, Joy, but it's bring your own clothes to school day, not someone else's.
Amber.
Hello! Oh, wow, is that Amber's dress? Yes.
Yes, it is.
What? Well, you look great.
Alfie? Look.
I come in peace bearing gifts.
Come on.
Wow! Water Wowza 3,000! Well, you know an ancient Osirian zombie weapon.
And you know you know the first thing to know about zombies, right? You can always hear them coming.
I mean, they come at you like Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! We're good.
So you just got to make a lot of noise, all right? - They hate noise.
- Really? Well, sure.
I mean, it reminds them of when they had ears Before they fell off.
- Hey, that's kind of sad.
- Yeah.
- Ah! - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey, hey, look, just air through the vent, just wind through the vent.
You crazy, man? There's zombies down there! Yeah, but we just just All right.
Hey.
All right, yeah, so Alfie's not quite ready to go back in the field.
Okay.
Do you have Nina's locket? Yeah.
Here's hoping it works for The Osirian as well as The Chosen One.
Yeah.
All you need to do, put it here.
Okay.
Yes, yes, I'm coming.
- We need to go now.
Get down right now.
- Come on.
Hurry up.
Whoa, seriously? You've got to be kidding me with this house.
All right, we're looking for anything to do with reawaken rituals, all right? - Okay.
- Let's go.
- Hey, hey, hey.
- Huh? Ancient Egyptian book of the dead? Okay, give it a look, see if you find anything.
The curse of Anubis.
Here we go.
Here we go.
"Only those of pure intent may wake the sleeping man".
"For if he's awoken by those of impure heart, he'll be awoken to servitude to the underworld".
This means he's going to wake up evil.
Sweet and Victor are really annoying, but they're not actually impure of heart.
But Denby might be, you know, if she's an imposter.
"As to the curse of Anubis ceremony, it's too dangerous for this author to relate".
Great, so what was the point in this book? Guys? We have company.
"Life without literature" clearly refers to one of Frobisher's books.
There's only one place it's going to be.
- There's no other way out.
- Only through the secret tunnel.
Secret tunnel? Perfect.
Let's go.
Private study.
My word.
We need a protective amulet to get through, it's booby-trapped.
Big beam of light, shh, and then everything goes dark.
He's putting in the code.
It's worth a shot.
Alfie? Hello? The brats are up to something.
Come with me.
Come on, Harriet! - They're going.
- We have to get out of here.
No zombie's gonna have me as brain chow.
Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Blast! What on Earth are you doing? Shh! - Eddie? - Her bag.
- The letter! - Letter? What letter? Eddie? We're kind of in an escaping situation here.
The letter.
There could be proof of Denby being an imposter.
- Give me that! - Oh, my bag.
- I left my bag down there.
- Eddie, come on! You're never gonna guess who Denby is.
You will go to bed immediately.
The brats have been here.
I can feel it.
My bag.
Where's my bag? Perhaps they thought they'd go and search in Robert's study.
Oh, no.
Booby trap.
Come on.
Worth a shot.
Okay.
All right, that wasn't so bad.
I left my bag right there, and now it's gone, they've taken it.
Enough of that.
We are here only to follow the clue.
Okay.
There's got to be a way out.
Positive thinking.
But just to be safe Nuts.
Let's see what's down here.
Look, the recipe for life.
A cookbook? We're not here to bake a cake.
Shh.
Frobisher's handwriting.
I would know it anywhere.
Of course.
Of course.
"Seek the right ingredients".
"To keep them well preserved, to enable them to rise".
Yes! Yes, this is it.
Well, if these are the instructions for the ceremony, we're one step closer.
And yet we're still two steps behind.
Until we solve the next riddle We don't have the words to awaken him.
There's got to be a door around here somewhere.
Touchdown, Miller! The crowd goes wild.
I can use KT's key! Which is with KT.
Great.
"Those who wish to sing will find a song".
Music, perhaps? Obviously.
But what? Ancient Egyptian music is lost to history, isn't it? Yes, but not lost to us.
Thanks to Robert.
I have his phonographic recordings preserved in my office.
And there is no greater collector of Egyptian music than he.
Well, then what are we waiting for? - Hey.
- You're okay! We thought you'd been Victor-ed.
No, but hold on to your hats, because According to this, a Miss Harriet Denby has been a long-term resident, of the Lake House Clinic.
Okay, and a quick search tells us that it's - A hospital for the mentally ill? - Yeah.
- And they let her out to teach? - She must have escaped.
So starts every horror movie ever.
Then she can definitely not do the ceremony of Anubis.
- What are we gonna do? - Only thing we can do.
Tell the clinic to come collect their patient.
Works for me.
No unleashed evil and no more history lessons.
Okay, I just have one question.
Are Victor, Sweet, and Denby zombies? All: No.
Oh.
Then I may have made a small error in judgment.
Ah, fiddlesticks.
Jerome.
Do you want to go Remember the sisterhood, Mara.
Yes, Mara, listen to Amber.
Oh, sorry.
Joy.
Still leeching off someone else's style till you find your own? Hi, Jerome.
See you at detention.
- Okay, bye.
- Excite.
Joy, he knows nothing about fashion, and he's Jerome.
I love how you're keeping Amber's spirit alive with the medium of fashion.
And if I'd had my heart crushed in love's cruel fist, then I'd wear something that said, "I don't care that Fabian's not interested".
Like a jumpsuit.
They're stylish and practical.
Fabian? What's that? Joy? - Well, you see, Fabian - Is your name Joy? Why didn't you say anything? Oh, you poor thing.
Oh, good, pity.
Ooh, Joy, if you sign my petition to join Anubis House, I can be there for you as a shoulder all the time.
Maybe even join your sisterhood.
- I've had enough.
- Where are you going? Good to see you got over the whole zombie attack thing then, Alfie.
What? No way.
You're playing right into the zombie's hands.
No, no, I've just gone mobile a moving target.
Also, Victor said that if I don't get out of his sight, then he'd make me wish I'd never been born.
A verbal warning? That's it? - I know.
It's weird, right? - No, no, that's impossible.
All right, just check again.
Hello? All right, so that was the clinic hanging up on me.
Because they're in such a hurry to come and collect their escaped patient? No, I wish.
The nurse said Harriet Denby's there.
So if they've got Harriet Don't run! Then who's that? Goodbye, life Freedom.
Hope.
Or we could look on the bright side.
And what side of four cubic tons of moldy costume is bright? We get to play dress-up.
I can't believe Joy likes Fabian.
I can't believe she didn't tell us about it.
Do you think this is why she's gone all Amber on us? My new look has nothing to do with Fabian.
I just I just wanted to be more like Amber.
Or you, KT.
You know, people know who you are.
You stand out.
You're not like me and Mara.
Thanks.
I know who I am.
I don't need other people to.
Well, I don't like who I am.
But you're gorgeous and kind and funny.
I already miss Amber.
I don't want to miss Joy as well.
You know what? We need answers, right? And we're not going to get them sitting around here.
- Where are you going? - Going over the Shh.
Get back.
Come on.
Okay, I'm going over to the clinic to see Harriet Denby or whoever she is.
Well, you can't get off the grounds without passing the gatehouse, and if Denby catches you, she'll freak out.
Yeah, and it's pretty late.
You'll never make it back before curfew.
And your jeans are a bit scruffy to go visiting.
All good points, all right? But you want to know another good point? A great evil is about to be unleashed by an impostor, okay? I'll risk it with the jeans.
No, just don't try to stop me.
We're not.
We're coming with you.
Alfie Lewis, zombie hunter's back in the game.
Ah, no, Alfie, maybe you should stay here, The place we're going, you start talking about zombies, they might not let you leave.
Shall we discuss this as we run really fast out of here? Right.
Yes.
Sibuna? - All: Sibuna.
- Let's go.
Fear not.
Jerome, I must-ache you a question.
Or we can pretend we are spies.
Quick, we must find the secret formula.
I might become a spy, though I'd also like to be a vet or a supermodel.
Always good to keep your options open.
What do you want to be? Um Yay.
See? This is fun.
Ow.
It's only Alfie.
Okay.
Ready? Go.
- I've left my bag.
- Leave it.
Come on! Denby's bag is in it! - Yacker! - Eddie, we need to go.
We need to go.
What do you think you're doing? You can't keep me here, you know.
You make it sound like you're my prisoner.
I thought that you were my guest and we were having a lovely cup of tea.
Sugar? It's wonderful to see such rich imagination in my students, but we must not get carried away.
Or interfere with things that don't concern us.
Milk? Like my bag for instance.
I'm sure Mr.
Sweet would wonder why you stole a teacher's bag.
I didn't steal it.
I found it.
Ah, and you were coming here to return it? How thoughtful.
Biscuit? Keep walking.
Keep smiling.
I didn't touch it.
Pretend like we're meant to be here.
Can I help you? Uh We're we're here to see Harriet Denby.
And you are? I'm her nephew.
Yep.
You know.
Good old auntie Harriet.
I see.
- In there.
On the right.
- Thanks.
Not that you'll get much sense out of her, I'm afraid.
She's very disturbed, poor thing.
Keeps talking about an ancient evil.
I knew you'd come.
Sorry? I don't think we've met.
No.
But I know who you are.
You're Robert's great-granddaughter.
The last descendant of the Frobisher-Smythes.
Joy, you look Not like Amber? No, like Joy, but, like, even more so, like - Yes, that.
- Thanks.
I thought you'd given up on the whole makeover thing.
Well, I had, but you and KT made me realize that I didn't need a new look.
I just needed a new attitude.
Well, that is one smoking new attitude.
Okay, I'm just gonna shut that.
Okay.
And to think I've been trying to avoid detention all these years.
We can be King and Queen of detention.
Unless Mara.
I mean, you two are like relationship royalty.
We were.
Past tense.
I messed up.
She dumped me.
But if she knows you're sorry, then why won't she forgive you? Probably because I'll mess up again.
It's sort of what I do.
Well, if it's what you do, then it's who you are.
Yeah! I'm King of messing up.
- King, I tell you! - No, don't, it'll Squish your hair up.
Aw, could you never be Queen to a King with squished hair? If it was your squished hair I think I could live with it.
Well, all right then.
I crown you Queen Willow.
Of the costume cupboard.
Your majesty.
My friends will be worried.
Why don't you call them? Let them know you're perfectly well.
I think there's been a mistake.
I'm not Robert's great-granddaughter or great anything.
I'd never even heard of him until I came to school in England.
But I presumed your grandpa would have told you.
My father was a great friend of his.
I had rather hoped he'd come in person, but he said you were up to the job.
And he must have been right, because here you are.
Robert's descendant.
You're the real Harriet Denby.
It's your picture I saw on the website.
I've lost my doll.
Have you seen her? Sometimes she speaks to me.
That's that's nice.
We have a teacher who's claiming to be you.
- Caroline.
- You know her? All my life, unfortunately.
She's my sister.
Guys.
You don't really believe all this.
Me and Caroline.
She always hated me.
- You don't look alike.
- Oh, no, Caroline's adopted.
That's our Denby all right.
- Can't get through.
- You're lying.
Where are your friends, Patricia? And this time I want the truth.
Caroline took my identity.
Then she took Robert.
Then she took my freedom and locked me away here.
All the staff here think I'm crazy.
Oh! Where are my manners? Please, have some cake.
Thank you.
So why would your "sister" steal your identity? To take my role as Keeper, of course.
She wants to perform the ceremony.
She wants the glory.
- So it's real.
- Very real.
As is the evil that Caroline will unleash when she performs the ceremony.
Because she's not pure of heart, how can we stop her? Oh, you can't.
It's too late.
- She's lying.
- KT.
- I'll be outside.
- I'm sorry.
I'm Okay.
We might be able to stop her, but you can.
If you perform the ceremony just like you were meant to.
Hold on.
Yacker, where are you? Look, I know you guys are at the disco, but I'm not gonna be able to make it.
I'm stuck here finishing my knitting.
- What? Your what? - Anyways, it was nice speaking to you.
I'll speak to you later.
Bye.
I hope you're telling the truth, Patricia.
You know lying to me would be a bad idea.
Now scurry along.
Can't have you out past your curfew, can we? I'm sure any such offenders would be punished.
Severely.
There's no way I can be Frobisher's great-granddaughter - Is there? - Look, she did seem pretty confused.
Just try not to worry about it, okay? What if I am? That makes me the children of children.
The one that they need for the ritual.
What if I'm the one that is supposed to unleash evil into the world, Fabian? Guys, guys, okay, code red.
Patricia, there's something wrong.
She was being Polite.
- Polite? - Yeah.
Patricia? Yeah, look, I think it's her way of saying that she wasn't alone.
Well, or that I'm getting a knitted sweater for Christmas.
It's Patricia.
She thinks Denby's on to us.
We'd better go.
Fine by me.
Wait, wait, wait you two go.
What? Wait.
What about you? Harriet's the answer, all right? We need her.
If she performs the ceremony, there's no evil.
You know what? Right now, she's the only hope we have.
Okay.
Okay, let's go.
- Get the balls, get the balls! - Ah, I stepped in something.
Ah, who have we come as today then? Joy, actually.
I see you're still going as slimy rat fink.
So last season.
Hey, so how was detention with Willow? Horrific? Alfie's listening.
It was rather fun actually.
Detention? Fun? Those are two words that don't belong in the same sentence, like "Don't" and "eat that cake, Alfie".
Ooh, cake.
That's a good idea.
Yes.
Cookies.
Let's just say the company made the occasion.
Don't you think she has really sparkly eyes though, rather like, uh Mara! Hey.
Didn't see you there.
It's okay, Jerome.
You shouldn't be ashamed of your emotions.
I'm just so sensitive.
Which is why I'm ready to forgive you.
You're officially my boyfriend again.
I missed you.
Do you really think my eyes are sparkly? Like stars in a clear night sky.
Yay, Jeromeo and Mariet are back on.
Can't just walk out.
Believe me, I've tried.
We've got no choice, okay? It'll be all right.
No.
Okay, I promise, we'll take care of you.
Just wait here, and I'll make sure the coast is clear, all right? It's Caroline Denby.
I'm here to see my sister, Harriet.