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(suspenseful music)

(bells chiming)

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(crows cawing) (dramatic music)

- [Alpha] It must be him, it's huge.

- It's fresh.

- [Flash] Whatever it is, it can't be very far ahead of us.

- This way, come on.

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- Jay, slow down!

- Wait up.

- Which way?

- There.

It's huge.

- Let's go.

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- [Alpha] Why won't he wait?

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- There he is!

- Get him, Jay.

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- Hey!

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You're not my dad.

- We've been suckered.

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- Why are you pretending to be my dad?

- Jay, you're hurting him.

- [Jay] He tricked us.

- Thanks, I think you saved my life.

- We've been following you for days

and you're just a dumb pirate.

- I was sent here to lead you to the source.

- You led us on a wild goose chase.

Thanks a lot.

- Why didn't you just ask me?

- 'Cause if I told you, you wouldn't come.

- To the source?

Isn't that where you keep all my dad's things?

- That's right.

- I want to see this source.

Where is it?

Just tell us.

- I can't tell anyone.

- Why not?

You're supposed to lead us there.

- Why should we believe him anyway?

- 'Cause if I told you, you wouldn't come anyway.

- We'll decide that.

Where is it?

- Black Mountain.

- You're crazy.

No one ever goes there.

- See, I told you.

(crow cawing)

- Your honor,

Mrs. Ziegler is merely trying to establish

the legal fact of her husband's death

and neither she nor anyone else

has heard from him for over five years.

- Yes council, I've read the affidavit

but you're asking me to ignore the provincial statute.

- We are asking for your discretion in this matter,

your honor.

- So far you've given me no compelling reason

to exercise my discretion in this instance.

- Your honor, if you knew what was at stake for us-

- Just a moment.

You're being represented.

If you have something to say, say it to him.

(lawyer whispering)

- I told you this was a dumb idea.

There's nobody here.

- We tried to tell the other kids

but they're afraid of Black Mountain.

They won't come even though they know the source

is the only thing that'll save them.

- Can we talk?

- Watch him.

- If this is where the pirates want you to go,

I think you should go in the opposite direction.

- But they've got to be collecting my dad's stuff

for a reason.

Do you know my dad?

- Sure.

Shoe size 11, shaving lotion, Trice for men,

sun sign Aries and his hobby is fishing

but he hates Mondays and crabby people.

- See?

So where is everyone?

All the other pirates.

- Inside.

- [Flash] Inside the mountain?

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- I have a bad feeling about this.

- How can you trust a pirate?

- If this is where they bring my dad's stuff, I'm going in.

He owes me some answers.

(door rumbling)

- You better ask him if he knows another way out.

- Where's Jam?

- Gone.

- [Jay] Where is he?

Where'd he go?

- What do you have to say about this, Mr. Hake?

- With respect, your honor,

Empire Fidelity Life is contesting plaintiff's application

because quite simply,

we do not believe Brad Ziegler is dead.

- Go on.

- Is it reasonable to assume that a young man,

once a Naval officer, a champion swimmer,

would drown in calm seas less than a mile from shore?

And if such a man did drown, where is the body?

- With the greatest respect

to my learned friend, your honor,

is it reasonable to assume

that Brad Ziegler would not communicate with his wife or son

for over five years?

- Mr. Hake?

- Your honor, his wife waited those same five years

before bringing forward her application.

Now, when she finds herself

in considerable financial distress.

- You're suggesting that the timing

of the plaintiff's application

is one of convenience, not belief?

- Your honor-

- My husband was an experienced sailor.

He would never have risked

our seven-year-old son's life like that.

- I believe she has a point, Mr. Hake.

- I say, we keep going further into the mountain.

- Like we have a choice.

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(bats squeaking)

- Holy!

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What is it?

- [Jay] It's a clock.

- [Alpha] But the numbers are so strange.

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- And all this stuff's your dad's?

- No, it's mine.

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- It stopped.

It won't go.

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It only goes backwards.

- Oh wow!

Thank you, Santa.

Oh wow!

I can do it, daddy.

- Okay, I'm gonna let you go.

Ready?

Ready?

There you go.

You're on your own.

(Jake's dad cheering)

- What's it mean?

It won't go past 12.

- [Flash] Somebody's coming.

(footsteps receding)

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(Alpha gasping)

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- All power to the source.

- All power to the source. - All power to the source.

- Clock Watchers, we've nearly completed our mission.

- Clock Watchers?

- Like it's gonna go anywhere.

- All the sacred relics have been found.

When the clock starts, this world will be destroyed

and paradise will rise from its ashes.

Now for the final relic.

- Jay?

Jay, where are you?

Jay, come here.

(all chattering)

- The final relic.

(all cheering)

You were right behind us at the lighthouse,

what took you so long?

- You were expecting me?

Really?

- B convinced me, the clock won't start without you.

- He realized you're sacred.

We need you.

- To bring the new world into being.

We sent Jam out to look for you.

- See?

I told you it was a trap.

- It's okay, Flash.

- What kind of new world?

What would happen to us?

- A perfect world,

where everyone and everything has its place

and the source rules all.

No tower, no politics, no earthquakes.

It's paradise.

And if you want something, you just make a list.

- So why were you waiting for Jay?

- Jay is the final relic.

The one that will make the clock start.

It's been stuck at 12 forever.

Show him the gears.

- [Jay] What's going on here?

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- [Grub] It's time, everyone.

- Oh! Your worship, would you mind stepping into here?

- You can't just feed them to the clock like an old boot.

- Don't do it.

- I've got to.

I've got to find out the truth.

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Could you close the drawer for me?

- We'll wait for you, Jay.

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- [Jay's Mother] Jay, come on, breakfast.

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Jay!

(dog barking)

- Bentley, where'd you come from?

- [Jay's Mother] Jay, it's getting cold.

- Thanks, honey.

- Good morning.

- Hey, Jay.

- Dad!

- Whoa! Hey, take it easy, big guy.

What's got into you?

Here, sit down and eat.

- What happened?

Where were you?

- I've been right here.

- But I've been sick, I fell

and dad, you were missing.

- Yes, hun.

You had a fall and you've suffered some memory loss

but you're getting better every day.

- That's right.

It's a miracle really, you banged up pretty bad.

- No, you were gone.

- You're gonna have to expect some setbacks

before you make a total recovery.

You understand?

Come on, take those pills.

- I just can't believe it.

- Boy, when you get an idea in your head

you don't quit, do you?

- Come in, guys.

- [Jay's Father] Hi, guys.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Alpha, Flash.

- Boy, you slept late today.

- He's still eating, come on.

- It's gonna be cooking at the beach today, come on.

- You go, I'll meet you there.

- Okay but hurry up.

- We'll wait for you, Jay.

We'll wait for you, Jay.

- Dad, can we take a walk or something?

I have to talk to you alone.

- Well, I mean, right now I haven't finished.

- Please?

- All right.

We won't be long, honey.

- It's a shame about your breakfast though, Jay.

Are you all right?

- I'm fine.

(dog barking)

Not now, Bentley.

(dog barking)

Okay.

Don't move, I'll be right back.

(dog whining)

What is it, Bentley?

I can't play now.

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What is this?

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An affidavit?

Thanks, Bentley.

- I don't understand this.

I mean, we threw all the relics into the clock,

it should start by now.

- Your paradise is falling apart, Grub.

You better do something quick.

- Forget paradise, we have to get Jay out.

(people chattering)

(drawer creaking)

He's gone.

- [Flash] Where'd he go, Grub?

- [Grub] All hail the source.

- [Clock Watchers] All hail the source.

- There's something going on here.

I feel like you're avoiding me,

hiding out in this clock or wherever we are.

- Oh! Jay.

- I remember things, dad.

- Look, what you remember is part your memory

and part your imagination.

Dr. Ross says that's a perfectly normal

post-traumatic experience, okay?

Now look, you're getting better,

let's just get on with our lives.

- Something's not right.

Tell me what's going on.

- There's nothing going on.

- Then why do I-

- Look, you haven't been well, you had a very bad fall.

Would you just trust your old man, huh?

- But dad-

- Look, do you wanna stay here with me and your mom forever?

- I'd rather know the truth.

- Let it go.

Trust me.

You were there, you saw it.

Now you spent all this time trying to forget

and a couple more days, you won't remember anything.

And then we can be really happy, yeah?

- How can any of us be happy?

This is nowhere, dad.

Can't you see that?

This isn't real.

It's just what I want to be real.

- It's what I want to be real too.

It's safe here.

Don't rock the boat.

- Look.

Mom swears you were dead, how come?

- Who would you rather believe,

your dad or a piece of paper?

Do I look dead to you?

- Tell me the truth.

Why'd you leave me?

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Dad, come back, dad.

I have to know.

Dad!

I'm not giving up 'til I get the truth.

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- Look at the size of him.

- [Grub] Help him down.

(delightful music)

- I've never seen anything like it.

He's hot.

- He's sublime.

- [Alpha] He's dad.

- [Grub] He's dad, (shushes).

- What's the matter with you kids?

Get up, get up.

- Are you the clockmaker?

- No.

Kid, I just wanna get out of here.

- Where's Jay?

- I don't know anyone called Jay.

- Don't lie to us, you're his dad.

- Take it easy, he's the creator.

- We've seen your picture.

- Jay went into the clock and you came out.

- Jay?

Quit bugging me, I didn't ask to be here.

Who are you kids?

- Oh! Come on.

You know everything.

But just to be on the safe side,

we made up this list of things we want.

- From me?

Forget it, kid.

You're on your own.

- I've touched him, I touched him.

- Hey, hey.

- Flash, what are you doing?

- You wanna throw a ball around?

- Not right now, kid.

I'm busy.

- Clock Watchers, down on your knees.

- Lay off, this guy is a dork.

He's not for real.

Jay said his dad liked to play with kids.

- Judge us.

Are we worthy?

We need to know.

I mean, how are we doing in general?

- [Clock Watcher] Give us your divine judgment, judge us.

- [Clock Watchers] Judge us, judge us, judge us.

- There is ample evidence

that Brad Ziegler was an experienced seaman.

He would've known the risks he was exposing his son to

if he abandoned him in a small boat at sea

and there's no evidence that he was a cruel parent

or even a careless one.

I do not believe he could do such a thing.

I hereby grant plaintiff's application.

Brad Ziegler is dead.

(door creaking)

(somber music)

- Thank you.

- No, you were terrific, congratulations.

(footsteps receding)

- [Clock Watchers] Judge us, judge us,

judge us, judge us.

- Maybe later. - Judge us.

- Okay, all right.

All right, all right.

I'll judge you.

Well, some of you could use a haircut.

Apart from that, I mean, you're fine.

Also computer skills are very important

in getting a job in today's economy so stay in school.

- School?

- Yeah, whatever.

(clock rumbling)

- Look.

- One incredible event.

Jay came back.

First the dad, then the son.

- Dad.

- [Girl] He's getting away.

Go get him.

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