Generator Rex (2010) s03e12 Episode Script
Remote Control
3x13 - A Brief History of Time Four thousand years from my destination and abroad the time.
I've scarcely completed the vessel which shall deliver me to my own era.
Gharun-set, activate the traps quickly! My greatest creation so useful to me, but too dangerous to roam free.
If only I had time to destroy him, as I should.
But I have a more pressing death I must prevent.
[ rumbling .]
My own.
[ power surging .]
Aaaaaah! So make way to start the revolution make way we're gonna have fun tonight make way to start the revolution So make way So make way to start the revolution make way to start the revolution so make way [ stomach gurgles .]
Rex: Kind of defeating the whole stealth element of a stealth suit, Bobo.
[ stomach gurgles .]
Bobo: Hey, how was I supposed to know that Ghanoush went bad? Rex: Maybe because you found it in a garbage can.
[ suit powers up .]
Bobo: Top of a garbage can.
Dr.
Holiday: Holiday to Rex.
Are you at the site? Rex: There is no site, remember? Black Knight blew the place to kingdom come.
Dr.
Holiday: Yet it's still guarded.
And thanks to the data you stole from Providence, we know why.
[ static .]
Rex: Van Kleiss back in time? I still find it hard to believe.
Dr.
Holiday: You were sent six months into the future, Rex.
It stands to reason that the reverse is possible.
Rex: Well, if you expect to find him here, maybe we should check the mummy museum.
[ rumbling .]
We're sensing nanites definitely V.
K.
's.
They've been dead a long time.
I think it's clear what he was making.
Bobo: A latrine? Dr.
Holiday: A time machine.
Rex: No way he pulled it off! If mr.
Ego made it back to here and now, we'd know about it.
Dr.
Holiday: Some of these nanites are considerably younger.
That means he was there in two different time periods.
Rex: Time travel gives me a headache.
Just tell me where is he now? Dr.
Holiday: The more accurate question is, when is he? Van Kleiss: Aaaaaah! [ gasping .]
Ugh! The ordeal is draining.
But now, back in my own time, I can replenish my nanite reserves and Quis es tu? Van Kleiss: I recognize the language, of course classical latin.
Qui q-qui annus est? What year is it? You dare question a captain of the imperial guard? Aegyptus is a Roman province! Answer! Who are you? Don't bother he's clearly sun-mad.
Van Kleiss: The dialect, the dress this is the 2nd century A.
D.
A mere 2,000 years has passed.
I'm only halfway home! Another escaped slave.
Finish him and be done with it.
[ grunts .]
Van Kleiss: It was all the fight I could muster.
I had no way to replace the nanites I'd spent in the journey [ whirs weakly .]
and my gauntlet had yet to recharge those that remained.
This one shows spirit.
He'll bring a good price in the arena.
Van Kleiss: Oomph! [ groans .]
[ liquid sloshes .]
Save your strength.
Where you're going, you'll need it.
[ door locks .]
Van Kleiss: [ slurps .]
[ gulps .]
I intend to.
Of the mysterious force, there is no sign.
Yet I sense it is close pursuing me even across the centuries.
I am convinced it is a manifestation of time itself.
My presence is a violation of physics an imbalance which the time stream seeks to correct by wiping me from existence.
But of this, I am certain if I do not return to my own time, it will surely destroy me.
[ crowd cheering .]
You are fortunate, slave.
To die in the arena is a great honor.
Van Kleiss: An honor I look forward to bestowing.
[ laughs .]
[ gate cranks .]
You see? Spirit! [ crowd cheering .]
[ gate cranks .]
[ crowd cheering .]
Van Kleiss: [ groans .]
Put on a good show, little man, and I promise to make your end a painless one.
[ power surging .]
Van Kleiss: Indeed? [ grunts .]
[ crowd cheering .]
Van Kleiss: I, on the other hand, make no such promise.
[ both grunting .]
Aaaaaaah! [ groans .]
[ cheers and applause .]
[ cheers and applause stop .]
[ crowd cheers .]
Van Kleiss: One against so many? Hardly seems fair.
For them.
Arrrghhhh! [ crowd cheering .]
[ lion roars .]
[ lion growls .]
[ lion roars .]
[ power surging .]
[ lion roars .]
[ lion whimpers .]
[ beast growls deeply .]
[ beast shrieks .]
Van Kleiss: Ordinarily, I'd say "take me to your leader," but I believe he's already here.
Great warrior never have I seen such a battle.
I am Van Kleiss: Septimius Severus, founder of the Severan dynasty.
And, as I recall, you poisoned your own commanding officer to get his position and wear only boots to conceal a prodigious clubfoot.
Are you a man or a God? Van Kleiss: I find both labels rather limiting.
Now, then, you are going to give me whatever I require, starting with a quiet place to work.
I, in return, shall ensure the growth and security of your reign as emperor.
You may call me Van Kleiss.
Whatever you desire, great Vanklios.
[ crowd cheering .]
Van Kleiss: Actually, it's got a rather nice ring.
Rex: What's with this guy? Gets a portrait done in every time period? Bobo: Mm.
[ muffled .]
Truly a nutjob for the ages.
Mm.
Speaking of nuts want some? Rex: You've been dumpster-diving again? Bobo: I prefer "foraging.
" Rex: Yeah.
Nice sleuthing there, Doc.
Dr.
Holiday: Nanites decay at a measurable half-life.
I set our sat-net to do a global scan for the same frequency ergo, Rome.
Rex: Great.
You scan for the next stop, we'll grab a pizza.
[ stomach gurgles .]
Bobo: Pass.
I'm experiencing inexplicable gastric distress.
Dr.
Holiday: Rex, it would take months to scan the entire spectrum.
You need to find the next decay frequency.
Rex: Kind of like nanite connect-the-dots! Can I do it with someone else? [ stomach gurgles .]
Bobo: Hey, quiet, you! Rah! [ machine whirring .]
Rex: This goose chase just got a little wilder.
My brother's here.
Caesar to Black.
We've detected paleo-nanites.
Tachyon readings negative.
We're moving to the next hot spot.
[ stomach gurgles .]
Dr.
Holiday: Tachyons they want Van Kleiss' time machine.
Follow them.
[ stomach gurgles .]
- Rex: Come on.
- Bobo: Can you give me a teeny sec? I gotta find the little gladiators' room.
Van Kleiss: Advances in the last two millennia have allowed me to complete my lab in weeks instead of months.
Restrict the flow! Do you want to overload the power cells? [ beast growls .]
Meanwhile, my own nanite supply continues to dwindle.
[ door bursts open .]
[ panting .]
Great Vanklios, protect me! Van Kleiss: I've divulged metallurgy and tactics beyond your day.
No man may threaten your rule.
This is no man but an apparition! [ grunts .]
Van Kleiss: What apparition? Speak, parasite! A spirit of doom! Numerous sightings the insulare, the rostra, the forum.
[ rumbling .]
Listen! It comes! It comes! Van Kleiss: Fool.
It only wants me.
Ugh! Van Kleiss: I release you.
[ beast growls .]
Go start a few legends.
[ beast growls .]
[ high-pitched whir .]
Nooooo! [ gasps .]
Begone! I beg of you! Aah! [ radio chatter .]
Dr.
Holiday: Rex, those stress lines it's the same pattern we saw in Egypt.
Black Knight: Report.
Caesar: These aqueducts are truly marvels of Roman engineering.
Black Knight: Have you picked up the next decay frequency? Caesar: Oh that.
Yes.
Uplinking to our global net.
[ beeping .]
Odd.
These tachyons seem unrelated to Black Knight: We have the next target.
Scandinavia.
Move out.
White Knight may have people on the trail.
I expect you to do whatever it takes to procure the objective.
[ stomach gurgles .]
Rex: Shh! Caesar: I've initiated the same steps as in Egypt! Come along.
Dr.
Holiday: Rex, we need that decay frequency.
Rex: Just one small problem, Doc.
[ beeping .]
This place is toast.
[ beep .]
Dr.
Holiday: Rex? Bobo? Respond! Rex: We're okay, Doc.
Not a mark on us.
Bobo: Same can't be said for my stealth suit.
Whoa! Rex: [ gasps .]
[ boom .]
[ both gasp .]
Van Kleiss: So many lives it's become a blur.
I don't know who I am anymore.
Only that I must sail onward, ever onward down the river of time.
Never resting, always moving.
Further draining my nanite reserves beyond my ability to replenish.
At each re-emergence, I am pursued by the nameless force.
I now know it's personal.
I am a virus an infection of space-time.
Call it what you like.
This is time's antibody.
Whether I am borne home or drowned in its currents, this is my final journey.
Rex: Hurry! I'm not sure if we were followed.
Bobo: I'm sure.
Dr.
Holiday: Don't shoot! It's me.
Rex: Holiday? Shouldn't you be at the plant, connecting the dots? Dr.
Holiday: No more dots to connect.
The trail ends here.
And I'm reading a humanoid form inside.
Rex: I'm confused.
Is it a time machine or isn't it? Caesar: It's not a time machine.
[ weapons cock .]
Are those really necessary? Rex: No way you're getting this time machine, bro! Caesar: I don't want it.
And it's not a time machine.
Bobo: Well, then, what is it? A meat locker for cold cuts? Caesar: Surprisingly close.
We use this technique to transfer unstable nanites.
It puts them into a state of dormancy.
Dr.
Holiday: Of course.
It's a hibernation chamber.
Caesar: Only his nanites were dormant.
There would still be neuron flow.
Rex: Mind telling me what that means, exactly? Dr.
Holiday: He was aware.
The whole time, for hundreds of years.
Caesar: He would have felt every minute pass.
Rex: No way! He's totally a mummy! Both: Wah! Van Kleiss: Run! It's coming! It's coming!! Bobo: Wah! Rex: Easy.
Easy, Van Kleiss.
You're back back in your own time.
Van Kleiss: No! No, it'll find me! It always does! [ whoosh .]
You must protect me.
[ rapid beeping .]
Dr.
Holiday: Tachyon readings off the chart! Rex, you can't affect that thing.
I don't know what can.
Caesar: It's a field of pure tachyons.
I've got to get a sample.
Rex: Oh, no, you don't! Van Kleiss: I'm back! Back in my own time! You shall not have me!! Oh! Bobo: Settle down, Van Winkle.
Rex: [ grunts .]
[ shudders .]
Oh, no.
It couldn't be.
I need some way to contain it! Dr.
Holiday: Tachyons can't be contained! Caesar: Yes, they can.
Rex! [ grunts .]
Dr.
Holiday: Rex, it's too risky! Rex: But I know what this is.
Correction I know who this is.
[ powering up .]
[ groans .]
Aah! [ groaning .]
[ sizzling .]
Dr.
Holiday: It's Breach.
Rex: Breach.
Breach! It's me Rex.
Breach: Rex? Are you real or a dream? Rex: [ laughs .]
Yeah, yeah, I'm I'm real.
Breach: I was everywhere everywhen.
But I was nothing an emptiness, needing to be filled.
Dr.
Holiday: The amp pack.
Van Kleiss controlled it.
When his nanites were active, Breach was drawn into his timeframe.
Van Kleiss: [ grunts .]
Caesar: The final joining would have destroyed them both.
Breach: Guess I should say thanks.
Rex: Hey, what are friends for? Um, we are still friends right? Caesar: You did well, little bro.
Rex: And you have your time machine that isn't a time machine.
Everybody goes home happy.
Caesar: That? A curiosity true.
But it was never our goal.
Van Kleiss: [ shivering .]
[ chuckles .]
Rex: Van Kleiss?! All this for him?! What, are you just gonna put him in jail? Dr.
Holiday: It's Providence, Rex.
That's their jurisdiction.
Caesar: You don't need to worry, little brother.
He's going to be well supervised.
- Rex: Caesar, what is going on? - Caesar: Justice.
Dr.
Holiday: I'm sorry.
What else could we do? Bobo: Two words Créme bruéle.
[ stomach gurgles .]
Ooh.
Right after I make a french connection.
Van Kleiss: Ugh! Black Knight: Welcome back, Van Kleiss.
You look terrible.
Ordinarily, I'd say get some rest, but you've had enough of that, I suppose.
Van Kleiss: [ chuckles .]
Black Knight: Pull it together.
We have work to do.
Do you know who I am? Van Kleiss: Yes.
I know who you are.
It's been a long time.
A very very long time.
I've scarcely completed the vessel which shall deliver me to my own era.
Gharun-set, activate the traps quickly! My greatest creation so useful to me, but too dangerous to roam free.
If only I had time to destroy him, as I should.
But I have a more pressing death I must prevent.
[ rumbling .]
My own.
[ power surging .]
Aaaaaah! So make way to start the revolution make way we're gonna have fun tonight make way to start the revolution So make way So make way to start the revolution make way to start the revolution so make way [ stomach gurgles .]
Rex: Kind of defeating the whole stealth element of a stealth suit, Bobo.
[ stomach gurgles .]
Bobo: Hey, how was I supposed to know that Ghanoush went bad? Rex: Maybe because you found it in a garbage can.
[ suit powers up .]
Bobo: Top of a garbage can.
Dr.
Holiday: Holiday to Rex.
Are you at the site? Rex: There is no site, remember? Black Knight blew the place to kingdom come.
Dr.
Holiday: Yet it's still guarded.
And thanks to the data you stole from Providence, we know why.
[ static .]
Rex: Van Kleiss back in time? I still find it hard to believe.
Dr.
Holiday: You were sent six months into the future, Rex.
It stands to reason that the reverse is possible.
Rex: Well, if you expect to find him here, maybe we should check the mummy museum.
[ rumbling .]
We're sensing nanites definitely V.
K.
's.
They've been dead a long time.
I think it's clear what he was making.
Bobo: A latrine? Dr.
Holiday: A time machine.
Rex: No way he pulled it off! If mr.
Ego made it back to here and now, we'd know about it.
Dr.
Holiday: Some of these nanites are considerably younger.
That means he was there in two different time periods.
Rex: Time travel gives me a headache.
Just tell me where is he now? Dr.
Holiday: The more accurate question is, when is he? Van Kleiss: Aaaaaah! [ gasping .]
Ugh! The ordeal is draining.
But now, back in my own time, I can replenish my nanite reserves and Quis es tu? Van Kleiss: I recognize the language, of course classical latin.
Qui q-qui annus est? What year is it? You dare question a captain of the imperial guard? Aegyptus is a Roman province! Answer! Who are you? Don't bother he's clearly sun-mad.
Van Kleiss: The dialect, the dress this is the 2nd century A.
D.
A mere 2,000 years has passed.
I'm only halfway home! Another escaped slave.
Finish him and be done with it.
[ grunts .]
Van Kleiss: It was all the fight I could muster.
I had no way to replace the nanites I'd spent in the journey [ whirs weakly .]
and my gauntlet had yet to recharge those that remained.
This one shows spirit.
He'll bring a good price in the arena.
Van Kleiss: Oomph! [ groans .]
[ liquid sloshes .]
Save your strength.
Where you're going, you'll need it.
[ door locks .]
Van Kleiss: [ slurps .]
[ gulps .]
I intend to.
Of the mysterious force, there is no sign.
Yet I sense it is close pursuing me even across the centuries.
I am convinced it is a manifestation of time itself.
My presence is a violation of physics an imbalance which the time stream seeks to correct by wiping me from existence.
But of this, I am certain if I do not return to my own time, it will surely destroy me.
[ crowd cheering .]
You are fortunate, slave.
To die in the arena is a great honor.
Van Kleiss: An honor I look forward to bestowing.
[ laughs .]
[ gate cranks .]
You see? Spirit! [ crowd cheering .]
[ gate cranks .]
[ crowd cheering .]
Van Kleiss: [ groans .]
Put on a good show, little man, and I promise to make your end a painless one.
[ power surging .]
Van Kleiss: Indeed? [ grunts .]
[ crowd cheering .]
Van Kleiss: I, on the other hand, make no such promise.
[ both grunting .]
Aaaaaaah! [ groans .]
[ cheers and applause .]
[ cheers and applause stop .]
[ crowd cheers .]
Van Kleiss: One against so many? Hardly seems fair.
For them.
Arrrghhhh! [ crowd cheering .]
[ lion roars .]
[ lion growls .]
[ lion roars .]
[ power surging .]
[ lion roars .]
[ lion whimpers .]
[ beast growls deeply .]
[ beast shrieks .]
Van Kleiss: Ordinarily, I'd say "take me to your leader," but I believe he's already here.
Great warrior never have I seen such a battle.
I am Van Kleiss: Septimius Severus, founder of the Severan dynasty.
And, as I recall, you poisoned your own commanding officer to get his position and wear only boots to conceal a prodigious clubfoot.
Are you a man or a God? Van Kleiss: I find both labels rather limiting.
Now, then, you are going to give me whatever I require, starting with a quiet place to work.
I, in return, shall ensure the growth and security of your reign as emperor.
You may call me Van Kleiss.
Whatever you desire, great Vanklios.
[ crowd cheering .]
Van Kleiss: Actually, it's got a rather nice ring.
Rex: What's with this guy? Gets a portrait done in every time period? Bobo: Mm.
[ muffled .]
Truly a nutjob for the ages.
Mm.
Speaking of nuts want some? Rex: You've been dumpster-diving again? Bobo: I prefer "foraging.
" Rex: Yeah.
Nice sleuthing there, Doc.
Dr.
Holiday: Nanites decay at a measurable half-life.
I set our sat-net to do a global scan for the same frequency ergo, Rome.
Rex: Great.
You scan for the next stop, we'll grab a pizza.
[ stomach gurgles .]
Bobo: Pass.
I'm experiencing inexplicable gastric distress.
Dr.
Holiday: Rex, it would take months to scan the entire spectrum.
You need to find the next decay frequency.
Rex: Kind of like nanite connect-the-dots! Can I do it with someone else? [ stomach gurgles .]
Bobo: Hey, quiet, you! Rah! [ machine whirring .]
Rex: This goose chase just got a little wilder.
My brother's here.
Caesar to Black.
We've detected paleo-nanites.
Tachyon readings negative.
We're moving to the next hot spot.
[ stomach gurgles .]
Dr.
Holiday: Tachyons they want Van Kleiss' time machine.
Follow them.
[ stomach gurgles .]
- Rex: Come on.
- Bobo: Can you give me a teeny sec? I gotta find the little gladiators' room.
Van Kleiss: Advances in the last two millennia have allowed me to complete my lab in weeks instead of months.
Restrict the flow! Do you want to overload the power cells? [ beast growls .]
Meanwhile, my own nanite supply continues to dwindle.
[ door bursts open .]
[ panting .]
Great Vanklios, protect me! Van Kleiss: I've divulged metallurgy and tactics beyond your day.
No man may threaten your rule.
This is no man but an apparition! [ grunts .]
Van Kleiss: What apparition? Speak, parasite! A spirit of doom! Numerous sightings the insulare, the rostra, the forum.
[ rumbling .]
Listen! It comes! It comes! Van Kleiss: Fool.
It only wants me.
Ugh! Van Kleiss: I release you.
[ beast growls .]
Go start a few legends.
[ beast growls .]
[ high-pitched whir .]
Nooooo! [ gasps .]
Begone! I beg of you! Aah! [ radio chatter .]
Dr.
Holiday: Rex, those stress lines it's the same pattern we saw in Egypt.
Black Knight: Report.
Caesar: These aqueducts are truly marvels of Roman engineering.
Black Knight: Have you picked up the next decay frequency? Caesar: Oh that.
Yes.
Uplinking to our global net.
[ beeping .]
Odd.
These tachyons seem unrelated to Black Knight: We have the next target.
Scandinavia.
Move out.
White Knight may have people on the trail.
I expect you to do whatever it takes to procure the objective.
[ stomach gurgles .]
Rex: Shh! Caesar: I've initiated the same steps as in Egypt! Come along.
Dr.
Holiday: Rex, we need that decay frequency.
Rex: Just one small problem, Doc.
[ beeping .]
This place is toast.
[ beep .]
Dr.
Holiday: Rex? Bobo? Respond! Rex: We're okay, Doc.
Not a mark on us.
Bobo: Same can't be said for my stealth suit.
Whoa! Rex: [ gasps .]
[ boom .]
[ both gasp .]
Van Kleiss: So many lives it's become a blur.
I don't know who I am anymore.
Only that I must sail onward, ever onward down the river of time.
Never resting, always moving.
Further draining my nanite reserves beyond my ability to replenish.
At each re-emergence, I am pursued by the nameless force.
I now know it's personal.
I am a virus an infection of space-time.
Call it what you like.
This is time's antibody.
Whether I am borne home or drowned in its currents, this is my final journey.
Rex: Hurry! I'm not sure if we were followed.
Bobo: I'm sure.
Dr.
Holiday: Don't shoot! It's me.
Rex: Holiday? Shouldn't you be at the plant, connecting the dots? Dr.
Holiday: No more dots to connect.
The trail ends here.
And I'm reading a humanoid form inside.
Rex: I'm confused.
Is it a time machine or isn't it? Caesar: It's not a time machine.
[ weapons cock .]
Are those really necessary? Rex: No way you're getting this time machine, bro! Caesar: I don't want it.
And it's not a time machine.
Bobo: Well, then, what is it? A meat locker for cold cuts? Caesar: Surprisingly close.
We use this technique to transfer unstable nanites.
It puts them into a state of dormancy.
Dr.
Holiday: Of course.
It's a hibernation chamber.
Caesar: Only his nanites were dormant.
There would still be neuron flow.
Rex: Mind telling me what that means, exactly? Dr.
Holiday: He was aware.
The whole time, for hundreds of years.
Caesar: He would have felt every minute pass.
Rex: No way! He's totally a mummy! Both: Wah! Van Kleiss: Run! It's coming! It's coming!! Bobo: Wah! Rex: Easy.
Easy, Van Kleiss.
You're back back in your own time.
Van Kleiss: No! No, it'll find me! It always does! [ whoosh .]
You must protect me.
[ rapid beeping .]
Dr.
Holiday: Tachyon readings off the chart! Rex, you can't affect that thing.
I don't know what can.
Caesar: It's a field of pure tachyons.
I've got to get a sample.
Rex: Oh, no, you don't! Van Kleiss: I'm back! Back in my own time! You shall not have me!! Oh! Bobo: Settle down, Van Winkle.
Rex: [ grunts .]
[ shudders .]
Oh, no.
It couldn't be.
I need some way to contain it! Dr.
Holiday: Tachyons can't be contained! Caesar: Yes, they can.
Rex! [ grunts .]
Dr.
Holiday: Rex, it's too risky! Rex: But I know what this is.
Correction I know who this is.
[ powering up .]
[ groans .]
Aah! [ groaning .]
[ sizzling .]
Dr.
Holiday: It's Breach.
Rex: Breach.
Breach! It's me Rex.
Breach: Rex? Are you real or a dream? Rex: [ laughs .]
Yeah, yeah, I'm I'm real.
Breach: I was everywhere everywhen.
But I was nothing an emptiness, needing to be filled.
Dr.
Holiday: The amp pack.
Van Kleiss controlled it.
When his nanites were active, Breach was drawn into his timeframe.
Van Kleiss: [ grunts .]
Caesar: The final joining would have destroyed them both.
Breach: Guess I should say thanks.
Rex: Hey, what are friends for? Um, we are still friends right? Caesar: You did well, little bro.
Rex: And you have your time machine that isn't a time machine.
Everybody goes home happy.
Caesar: That? A curiosity true.
But it was never our goal.
Van Kleiss: [ shivering .]
[ chuckles .]
Rex: Van Kleiss?! All this for him?! What, are you just gonna put him in jail? Dr.
Holiday: It's Providence, Rex.
That's their jurisdiction.
Caesar: You don't need to worry, little brother.
He's going to be well supervised.
- Rex: Caesar, what is going on? - Caesar: Justice.
Dr.
Holiday: I'm sorry.
What else could we do? Bobo: Two words Créme bruéle.
[ stomach gurgles .]
Ooh.
Right after I make a french connection.
Van Kleiss: Ugh! Black Knight: Welcome back, Van Kleiss.
You look terrible.
Ordinarily, I'd say get some rest, but you've had enough of that, I suppose.
Van Kleiss: [ chuckles .]
Black Knight: Pull it together.
We have work to do.
Do you know who I am? Van Kleiss: Yes.
I know who you are.
It's been a long time.
A very very long time.