THE
UMBRELLA ACADEMY
Written
By:
Jeremy Slater
Based on The Umbrella Academy
by Gerard Way & Gabriel Ba
July 17, 2016
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Episode One: We Only See Each Other at Weddings and Funerals
TEASER
EXT. POLISH VILLAGE - FLASHBACK - DAY
A picturesque European village, quaint and charming. We
follow a pretty young TEENAGE GIRL down the street.
FX: RUDKI, POLAND. OCTOBER 1, 1984
Suddenly the girl stops, alarmed, clutching her stomach.
Gritting her teeth, she stumbles on, holding her belly.
And is it our imagination, or is her previously-flat stomach
EXPANDING by the second?
EXT. POLISH VILLAGE - NIGHT
Night has fallen. A violent thunderstorm rips through the
heavens. Rain sleeting down. Throughout the village, nervous
TOWNSPEOPLE huddle in groups, whispering, sharing gossip.
INT. POLISH HOME - NIGHT
The Teenage Girl yowls in pain. Her belly is wildly
distended. The doctor emerges from between her legs, holding
a perfectly healthy NEWBORN BABY BOY. The new mother begins
to SOB. In the corner, her parents hold each other.
TITLE CARD: “On the first day of October, 1984, forty-three
women around the world simultaneously gave birth.”
EXT. POLISH VILLAGE - NIGHT
A mob forms. The villagers are scared. Demanding answers.
TITLE CARD: “None of the women showed any prior signs of
pregnancy.”
The mob surrounds the house. Suddenly they are struck by a
BLINDING SPOTLIGHT from above!
A massive STEAM-POWERED DIRIGIBLE hangs in the sky above
them, its rotors churning the air.
The villagers back away in terror as a ROPE LADDER unfurls.
A tall figure descends the ladder. Turns to face the mob.
REGINALD HARGREEVES (40s). World famous explorer,
industrialist and philanthropist. Torchlight reflecting off
his distinctive SILVER MONOCLE.
Hargreeves coldly surveys the gathered crowd. Then wordlessly
enters the home.
TITLE CARD: “Sir Reginald Hargreeves, eccentric billionaire
and playboy adventurer, made it his personal mission to find
and adopt as many of these children as possible.”
INT. POLISH HOME - CONTINUOUS
Hargreeves enters the birthing room. The family stares, too
confused to protest, as he approaches the Teenage Mother.
He examines the newborn in her arms. Pokes it with one
slender finger. Satisfied, he looks to the mother.
HARGREEVES
How much do you want for it?
TITLE CARD: “He got seven of them.”
INT. CONCERT HALL - NIGHT
New York. A darkened concert hall. A beautiful young woman
takes the stage, violin in hand. She begins to play.
TITLE CARD: 30 YEARS LATER
This is VANYA. Like all our main characters, she is in her
EARLY 30s. Shy. Sweet. Perhaps a bit too fragile for her own
good. Despite this, she plays with an easy confidence.
Her haunting MELODY carries through the rest of the teaser...
EXT. SUNSET BOULEVARD - NIGHT
Paparazzi on motorcycles race after a black Escalade with
tinted windows. Weaving in and out of traffic.
The SUV pulls into the driveway of Los Angeles’s famed
Chateau Marmont. The photographers abandon their bikes, rush
to snap pictures of the woman stepping out of the Escalade.
ALLISON emerges, hidden beneath dark glasses. Perhaps the
most famous woman on the planet. Her BODYGUARDS attempt to
shield her from the flashing cameras--
2.
EXT. SUBURBAN NEIGHBORHOOD - NIGHT
A quiet suburban neighborhood. We zero in on a specific
house. The back door has been broken. Glass everywhere.
Through the living room window, we see the FAMILY, seated in
the center of the room, bound and gagged.
We rise higher. Through the second story window, we see
MASKED INTRUDERS ransacking the bedroom. A home invasion.
INT. SUBURBAN HOUSE - CONTINUOUS
One of the HOME INVADERS makes his way down the hall, a
shotgun held loosely in his grip. Checking each room in turn.
A FLICKER OF MOTION catches his attention. He spins, gun
raised...but there’s nothing there. Just the darkened window.
Slowly, he lowers the gun. Must have been his imagination.
INT. RAVE CLUB - NIGHT
A rave in Amsterdam. Pulsing lights, sweaty bodies. Vanya’s
violin solo BLENDING SEAMLESSLY with the pulsing electronic
music. We DRIFT through the club--
Rising past the spiral staircase--
And finally entering the VIP area, where a pale, emaciated
man LEVITATES in a mid-air lotus pose. Meet KLAUS. Think
David Bowie crossed with Hunter S. Thompson.
EXT. THE MOON - NIGHT
Jagged spires of stone rise from lifeless soil. High overhead
hangs a brilliant blue orb: the EARTH itself.
We’re on THE SURFACE OF THE MOON.
And we’re not alone.
A massive SHAPE sits hunched atop one of the rocky bluffs,
staring out across the desolate wasteland. The details are
hard to make out: he's definitely wearing some sort of
protective suit...but his body proportions are all wrong. The
figure is gigantic, misshapen, grotesquely muscular.
ANGLE on his face. LUTHER. Perhaps the single loneliest man
you’ve ever seen.
3.
The communication device at his side BLINKS to life. Luther
scans the incoming message. His expression shocked.
INT. CONCERT HALL - NIGHT
Now the MONTAGE picks up speed, INTERCUTTING at will--
Vanya launches into a feverish violin solo, the bow moving
almost too fast to see.
INT. SUBURBAN HOUSE - NIGHT
The home invasion is still in progress. One of the robbers
standing over the helpless family.
Behind him, a section of the darkness breaks free, glides
closer. Taking on the proportions of a man, clad in a sleek
COMBAT SUIT, wearing a simple DOMINO MASK. This is DIEGO.
The robber senses something, starts to turn. Too late.
Diego disarms the intruder with brutal efficiency, SHATTERING
the man’s elbow in the process, raining punches into his
kidneys, before finally SLAMMING him face-first through a
glass coffee table. Think Batman, minus the self-control.
EXT. CHATEAU MARMONT PATIO - NIGHT
Allison sits at a table, surrounding by people but somehow
still alone. Everyone else is laughing, drinking, enjoying
being young and famous. Allison just stares straight ahead.
One of her assistants leans in, whispers something in her
ear. Frowning, Allison checks her phone. We PUSH IN--
As her expression changes.
INT. RAVE CLUB - NIGHT
The same thing is happening in Amsterdam. A manager enters
the VIP area and whispers something to Klaus, who is still
levitating in mid-air. He THUMPS back to the ground, stunned.
INT. CONCERT HALL - NIGHT
We return to Vanya, still playing her heart out. As we PAN
AROUND HER, the cell phone in her back pocket suddenly LIGHTS
UP, vibrating.
4.
Her concentration breaks; she plays the wrong note. The solo
comes to a crashing halt.
Vanya stands there, her face burning, knowing she just bombed
the audition. Nevertheless, she manages a polite bow to the
unseen judges watching from the balcony.
EXT. STREETS OF NEW YORK - NIGHT
Vanya hurries down the sidewalk, violin case in hand.
Suddenly she stops short, staring at a STOREFRONT TELEVISION.
The screen shows a picture of a DISTINGUISHED OLDER MAN
wearing a gleaming SILVER MONOCLE. The news crawl reads
Eccentric Billionaire and Founder of The Umbrella Academy
Reginald Hargreeves dead at 63.
We PUSH IN on Vanya’s face, as she speaks the only word of
the teaser:
VANYA
Dad.
THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY
5.
ACT ONE
EXT. COUNTRY ROAD - DAY
A taxi winds its way down a series of twisting gravel roads.
Dense forest on all sides. Vanya sits in the back of the
taxi, gazing out the window. Her mind a million miles away.
EXT. UMBRELLA ACADEMY - GROUNDS - DAY
A sprawling Gothic mansion. Chilly and austere. This is the
fabled UMBRELLA ACADEMY.
The taxi deposits Vanya outside the mansion. She watches as
it pulls away. Feeling very small. Very alone.
INT. MANSION - GRAND HALL - MOMENTS LATER
Once upon a time this was a magical place, a wonderland of
cutting-edge technology and strange archeological artifacts
gathered from around the globe. But Hargreeves spent the last
decade of his life alone, and the once-great manor has fallen
into disrepair.
Nowhere is this more evident than the AUTOMATONS that
Hargreeves created, robotic creations imbued with some small
degree of intelligence. Now these malfunctioning robots
litter the manor, broken and crippled things.
Vanya enters the lobby. A broken AUTOMATON comes limping
toward her, an ancient TEDDY BEAR, its face sloughing off,
arms extended for a hug.
TEDDY BEAR
MY PURPOSE IS LOVE!
Vanya kicks the bear over, steps past. The bear’s legs
continue to scissor mindlessly.
TEDDY BEAR
WHHHHHhhhhyyyyy...
ALLISON
Would ya look at that.
Vanya turns to find Allison standing in the doorway.
ALLISON
Everyone was like taking bets on
whether you’d show.
6.
VANYA
Did you win?
Allison gives a small, rueful shrug. Nope. Then she steps
forward to embrace her sister. It’s an awkward moment.
Neither of them quite ready to make physical contact.
ALLISON
Are we supposed to...how’s this go?
VANYA
I have no idea.
Allison gives Vanya a quick, obligatory hug. Then she
reconsiders, pulls Vanya in closer. Vanya closes her eyes,
rests her chin on Allison’s shoulder. God, she needed this.
ALLISON
I’m glad you’re here.
DIEGO (O.S.)
Least someone is.
They break apart to reveal DIEGO, glaring at Vanya. Unlike
the others, Diego is wearing his usual attire: a Kevlar-
reinforced black bodysuit, complete with domino mask.
ALLISON
Eat shit, Diego.
DIEGO
You’re seriously gonna defend her?
After what she did?
ALLISON
You’re seriously gonna do this
today? At Dad’s funeral?
DIEGO
Dad knew what she was.
He turns away in disgust. Vanya stares after him, dismayed.
INT. MANSION - HARGREEVES’ ROOM - DAY
Hargreeves’ bedroom, chilly and austere. Luther runs his hand
along a FAINT INDENTATION left in the mattress. The spot
where his father slept for the last 30 years.
Luther’s body is hidden beneath a massive OVERCOAT that does
little to disguise his monstrous, unnatural proportions.
7.
(NOTE: In later episodes we will learn that Luther’s head has
been grafted onto the body of a GORILLA. Yes, really.)
Luther moves to the window, examines the locking mechanism.
Behind him, Diego saunters into the room.
DIEGO (O.S.)
If you’re looking for the will,
you’re wasting your time.
Luther glares at his brother. No love lost between these two.
LUTHER
Diego.
DIEGO
But you’re not looking for the
will, are you? Mmm. You’re looking
for something else.
(touches Luther’s
overcoat)
Nice monkey suit, by the way.
Luther irritably slaps his hand away. Diego flops down into
Hargreeves’ favorite armchair, one leg thrown over the side.
LUTHER
What do you want?
DIEGO
To save you some time.
Diego hands Luther a crumpled MEDICAL REPORT.
LUTHER
What is this?
DIEGO
Dad’s autopsy report.
LUTHER
And you have this why?
DIEGO
Because I broke into the county
coroner’s office. The point is, it
was normal, boring old heart
failure.
LUTHER
I know that.
8.
DIEGO
So you’re checking the windows and
doors for...fun?
(Luther ignores him.)
All locked, by the way. No forced
entry, no evidence of a struggle.
LUTHER
Were you the first one on the
scene?
Diego stares at his brother. A flicker of grim amusement.
DIEGO
No. Pogo found him.
LUTHER
What about Dad’s monocle?
DIEGO
What about it?
LUTHER
Do you know where it is?
DIEGO
(ignoring this)
Why are you doing this, Luther?
LUTHER
Asking questions?
DIEGO
Looking for a fight.
(gestures around)
There’s no mystery here. There’s
nothing to solve, or avenge, or
anything else. Dad got old, and he
died alone, just like we always
knew he would. End of story.
(quieter)
I’m trying to help you.
LUTHER
You should leave.
Luther’s voice is gravel, broken glass. The voice of a man
struggling to keep his fury in check. Diego recognizes this.
He tips an imaginary hat, then strolls out of the room.
Luther remains at the window, his massive body silhouetted
against the soft orange light.
9.
INT. MANSION - LIBRARY - DAY
Vanya enters Hargreeves’ library. She scans the wall-to-
ceiling shelves, searching for a specific title.
To her surprise, she actually finds the book: “Extra
Ordinary: My Life as Number Seven,” by Vanya Hargreeves. The
back cover shows an author photo of Vanya herself.
VANYA
I’ll be damned.
Vanya turns to the inscription page of her book, where she
finds the dedication she wrote to her father:
Dad: I figured...why not? V.
She smiles softly to herself.
POGO (O.S.)
Welcome home, Miss Vanya.
She turns to find an ELDERLY CHIMPANZEE limping into the
room. He’s dressed in a natty tweed jacket. This is POGO.
VANYA
Pogo!
She kneels and embraces Pogo. He returns the embrace warmly.
POGO
It’s so good to see you.
She pulls away, beaming. He notices the book in her hand.
POGO
Ah, yes. Your book.
VANYA
I never knew if he got it. Did
he...did he ever read it?
POGO
Not that I’m aware of. Then again,
your father was a very private man.
Her expression hardens. She returns the book to its shelf.
Hand in hand, they leave the room together.
10.
INT. MANSION - CORRIDOR - MOMENTS LATER
Vanya and Pogo pause before a FRAMED PORTRAIT on the wall. It
shows the young boy we met earlier in the story. The placard
at the bottom of the painting reads NUMBER FIVE.
VANYA
How long has it been?
POGO
Twenty-two years, seven months,
sixteen days.
VANYA
I used to leave the lights on at
night, in case he came back. I
didn’t want him to be scared.
POGO
Your father used to insist he could
feel Number Five’s presence. That
he was still out there, somewhere.
He never gave up hope.
VANYA
And look where it got him.
INT. MANSION - TROPHY ROOM - SAME TIME
Meanwhile, Allison enters a cavernous room filled with
UMBRELLA ACADEMY MEMORABILIA. Posters and news clippings of
their exploits. Merchandised toys and costumes.
Allison turns in a slow circle. Her gaze falls on--
A LIFE-SIZED MURAL, painted across the far wall. It shows
Allison and her siblings as CHILDREN. They’re wearing
matching costumes and domino masks, each one striking a
different heroic pose. Only Vanya is missing from the mural.
Allison browses the memorabilia room, her expression wistful,
perhaps just the tiniest bit embarrassed. She picks up a
stack of old TEEN MAGAZINES. (Think: Tiger Beat.)
YOUNG ALLISON graces every cover, glamorous, already a star
in the making. “Have You Heard The Rumor?” “Rumor Has It!”
ALLISON
Jesus.
LUTHER (O.S.)
Allison.
11.
She turns to find LUTHER standing in the doorway.
LUTHER
I...wasn’t sure you’d come. Where’s
Patrick?
ALLISON
Filed for divorce eight months ago.
LUTHER
What about Claire?
ALLISON
(avoiding eye contact)
He got sole custody.
LUTHER
I’m sorry.
Allison picks up another magazine. Hargreeves on the cover.
ALLISON
He’s really gone, huh?
LUTHER
When’s the last time you talked to
him?
ALLISON
God, who knows. Before Claire was
born, so, what, maybe seven years
ago? Eight? What about you?
LUTHER
He called me every day. Every
single day.
KLAUS (O.S.)
You know what I love about
funerals?
Klaus FLOATS into the room, doing a lazy mid-air backstroke.
KLAUS
Everything I own is black.
(noticing Allison)
If it isn’t my baby sister. Ooh,
and the mighty Spaceboy.
LUTHER
The name’s Luther.
12.
KLAUS
The old man kicks it and the code
names are the first to go. Shame.
He drifts backwards out of the room, humming merrily.
LUTHER
So he’s still insane.
She grins back at him.
ALLISON
Is it weird that I find that
strangely comforting?
LUTHER
Did you see Diego?
ALLISON
With his stupid little mask? God.
LUTHER
You think he wears it in the
bathroom? Like in the shower?
ALLISON
Oh, one hundred percent.
Their smiles gradually fade. Both of them remembering the
task still at hand. Luther sighs heavily.
LUTHER
Okay. Wanna get this over with?
She nods. Luther starts toward the door. Allison hesitates.
ALLISON
Hey, Luther...? It’s...it’s really
good to see you again.
LUTHER
Yeah. You, too.
He holds her gaze, longing and regret in equal measure.
Allison senses the pull just as strongly. Then Luther
remembers what he has become. Breaks the connection.
INT. MANSION - DINING ROOM - SHORT TIME LATER
Diego, Vanya, Klaus, and Allison are seated at the long
dining table. Luther enters, moves to the head of the table.
13.
DIEGO
Can we hurry this along?
LUTHER
I thought we could have the
memorial service at sundown. Out by
Dad’s favorite tree.
ALLISON
Dad had a favorite tree?
LUTHER
The big elm? He, um...he used to
take me out there and we’d sit
and...and talk about...
Luther trails off, awkward, as he realizes none of the others
were ever privy to this particular side of Hargreeves.
LUTHER
It doesn’t matter. What’s important
is: there are things we still need
to discuss.
KLAUS
Question. Will there be food?
ALLISON
(ignoring Klaus)
Like what?
LUTHER
Like Dad. The way he died.
DIEGO
Aaaand here we go.
VANYA
I thought it was a heart attack?
LUTHER
According to the coroner.
ALLISON
Yeah, well, I think he’d know.
LUTHER
His heart stopped at 4:32 in the
morning. We know the exact moment,
because of his pacemaker.
VANYA
Why does that matter?
14.
LUTHER
There are over 250 cameras on the
property. You know how Dad was.
ALLISON
Paranoid?
DIEGO
Insane?
KLAUS
Tall.
LUTHER
He died at 4:32. Three minutes
before that, the cameras stopped
recording. All of them. There’s a
ten minute gap before they come
back online.
A moment while this sinks in.
KLAUS
Wait, sorry, I wasn’t listening.
What?
They ignore him. Allison mulls this over.
ALLISON
You’re saying someone killed him.
Made it look like natural causes.
LUTHER
And then erased the footage.
VANYA
Okay, hold up, confused. Who had
that kind of access?
LUTHER
It’s the same system from when we
were kids. Retinal scan grants full
access. I tested it to make sure.
A beat to process that.
VANYA
What...what does that mean?
DIEGO
Please. Like it’s not obvious.
(looks to Luther)
You’re not telling us this because
you want our help. Are you?
15.
(Luther is silent.)
You think one of us did it.
The news sinks in around the table. Vanya looks to Diego,
Allison to Luther. Luther stares back, impassive.
KLAUS
But there’s definitely no food?
END OF ACT ONE
16.
DIEGO (CONT'D)
ACT TWO
INT. MANSION - TRAINING ROOM - FLASHBACK
We follow Hargreeves as he prowls the Academy TRAINING ROOM.
A futuristic cross between NASA’s Jet Propulsion Laboratory
and the X-Men’s Danger Room.
We pass an exercise area, where YOUNG LUTHER is effortlessly
bench-pressing more than 500 pounds--
HARGREEVES
Mind your form, Number One.
YOUNG LUTHER
Yes, sir.
He passes a WATER TANK where YOUNG DIEGO floats, submerged,
arms crossed, looking bored. A TECHNICIAN monitors the boy.
HARGREEVES
How long’s he been in there?
TECHNICIAN #1
Going on six hours.
HARGREEVES
Tell him he can come out at ten.
Inside the tank, Young Diego gives Hargreeves the finger.
Hargreeves continues on, passing YOUNG KLAUS, who stands
motionless, trembling, eyes shut tightly in concentration.
Hargreeves sees the boy is struggling, leans down.
HARGREEVES
(quietly)
Clear your mind.
YOUNG KLAUS
But...the voices...
HARGREEVES
The voices are there to serve you.
Not the other way around. Your fear
is a weapon, and I want you to use
it. Now. Clear your mind.
Young Klaus takes a deep breath, his face going slack--
17.
Behind them, every object in sight slowly LEVITATES off the
ground. Bobbing and hovering in mid-air. Hargreeves nods
curtly, claps Klaus on the shoulder, continues on.
Hargreeves passes YOUNG ALLISON, curled up on a bench reading
a paperback novel.
HARGREEVES
You’re supposed to be training,
Number Three.
YOUNG ALLISON
I heard a rumor I didn’t have to.
HARGREEVES
(agreeing instantly)
Quite right.
Hargreeves keeps walking, pushes through a pair of doors--
INT. MANSION - TRAINING ROOM - CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS
We follow Hargreeves down a narrow corridor, past a series of
individual training rooms. (Think racquetball courts,
modified with floor-to-ceiling bulletproof shielding.)
Inside the first court, a group of frightened-looking ARMED
SOLDIERS react with terror to something headed their way.
They open fire with BEANBAG SHOTGUNS and STUN RIFLES--
A MONSTROUS, LOVECRAFTIAN HORROR rampages into view,
tentacles flailing. We realize the hapless soldiers are
actually sparring partners for this thing.
Without breaking stride, Hargreeves nods his approval as the
monster flattens the guards.
HARGREEVES
Excellent work, Number Six.
YOUNG VANYA (O.S.)
Ben.
Hargreeves turns. YOUNG VANYA stands behind him, defiant.
YOUNG VANYA
His name’s Ben.
Hargreeves makes a sour face. In the b.g., one of the guards
gets SLAMMED face-first into the observation window.
18.
HARGREEVES
You’re not supposed to be down
here.
He turns, keeps walking. The little girl calls after him.
YOUNG VANYA
We have names!
Hargreeves arrives at another testing room. Another UMBRELLA
TECHNICIAN stands before an observation window.
HARGREEVES
How’s he doing?
TECHNICIAN #2
See for yourself. Should be
arriving in 4...3...2...
Through the window, we see an empty training room, filled
with PLASTIC DUMMIES dressed like armed terrorists.
For a moment, nothing happens.
Then the room explodes into CHAOS. Every dummy violently
WHIPS BACK AND FORTH. Heads vanish, limbs snap. KNIVES
appear, buried to the hilt in the plastic bodies.
At the same time, a small, serious boy BLINKS into existence,
standing in the center of the room, quite bored. This is
NUMBER FIVE. A ruthless little war machine.
HARGREEVES
Slow it down.
The Tech replays the footage in SUPER-SLOW MOTION. We see
that Number Five is actually TELEPORTING around the room,
moving almost too fast to follow. Stabbing dummies, brutally
snapping their necks. Hargreeves smiles, impressed.
HARGREEVES
He’s perfect.
TECHNICIAN #2
He’s reckless. One miscalculation
and he could get lost in time.
HARGREEVES
That won’t happen. Will it, Number
Five?
Number Five fixes his father with a cool stare.
19.
NUMBER FIVE
No, Father.
We DISSOLVE back to THE PRESENT...
INT. MANSION - SITTING ROOM - DAY
A CERAMIC URN is opened. It’s filled with CREMATED ASHES.
Klaus dips his hand into the urn, lets the ashes spill
through his fingertips. Glances around the room.
KLAUS
Come out, come out, wherever you
are.
(leans in closer:)
Luther says you were killed. I
don’t know about that, but...if you
were...and you wanted to, I don’t
know, give me some kind of sign...
He waits a moment. Then sighs, disappointed.
KLAUS
You always were a stubborn bastard.
INT. MANSION - HARGREEVES’ OFFICE - DAY
The walls of Hargreeves’ office are covered with hunting
trophies. Some we recognize--elephant, bear, rhino--and some
we do not. Some don’t look like they came from this planet.
Luther sits behind a massive mahogany desk, ransacking the
drawers. He’s searching for something...but what?
POGO (O.S.)
Master Luther.
Pogo limps into the room. Cradling something in his paws.
LUTHER
I’m looking for Dad’s monocle. Have
you seen it?
POGO
No. I would assume it’s with the
rest of his personal effects.
LUTHER
(distracted)
It’s not. Already checked...
20.
Pogo clears his throat. Tries again.
POGO
Your father left me with a specific
set of instructions. In the
unlikely event of his passing, he
wanted you to have this.
Pogo gives Luther a small RUBY GEM, intricately cut. Luther
takes the gem, smiling softly to himself.
LUTHER
The Eye of Anubis. We took it from
Boss Tutankhamun. First mission I
ever led.
(quieter)
It was the best day of my life.
POGO
Perhaps that’s why he wanted you to
have it, Master Luther.
Luther is silent for a beat, turning the gem in his hand.
LUTHER
The others think I’m crazy.
POGO
In their defense, you did accuse
one of them of patricide.
LUTHER
So you don’t believe me either?
POGO
In my short time on this earth,
I’ve seen incredible things from
the children of the Umbrella
Academy. I’ve seen courage and
imagination beyond all reckoning.
Moments of weakness, yes, of
course. But what I have not seen is
cowardice, or treachery. And to
kill a man in his sleep is the
ultimate act of cowardice.
Pogo limps away. Hesitates a moment in the doorway.
POGO
You should have faith in your
family, Master Luther. They still
have faith in you.
21.
INT. MANSION - VANYA’S ROOM - SAME TIME
Vanya sits on her childhood bed, surrounded by dolls and
stuffed animals. The room hasn’t changed in twenty years.
The overhead lights begin to FLICKER. We hear a RATTLE--
An old SILVER LOCKET on the table has begun to VIBRATE. As
Vanya stares, the locket is suddenly flung across the room
and PINNED IN PLACE against the far wall!
INT. MANSION - MASTER BATHROOM - SAME TIME
Allison has changed into her funeral attire: black dress,
mourning veil. As she studies herself in the mirror, the
reflection VIBRATES. We hear a RUMBLE--
INT. MANSION - KITCHEN - SAME TIME
Klaus, watching in confusion as various metal objects are
magnetically hurled across the room. Dozens of pieces of
SILVERWARE are already pinned against the nearest wall.
EXT. UMBRELLA ACADEMY - GROUNDS - SAME TIME
Diego bursts out of the mansion. Pogo follows close behind.
A BLAZING ELECTROMAGNETIC DISTURBANCE hovers just above the
driveway, hissing and crackling like a fireball. The air
around them is alive, ripped by gale force WINDS.
The others emerge, one by one. Vanya. Klaus. Allison. And
finally Luther.
Klaus takes one look at the fireball, then ducks back inside.
VANYA
(shouting to be heard)
What is it?
LUTHER
Get back. Don’t touch it!
DIEGO
Yeah, no shit.
POGO
It appears to be some sort of
temporal anomaly. Or possibly a
black hole.
22.
DIEGO
Pretty big difference there, Pogo!
Klaus returns, holding a tiny FIRE EXTINGUISHER.
ALLISON
What the hell are you going to do
with that?
KLAUS
(freaking the fuck out)
I don’t know! Do you have a better
idea?!?
The disturbance is getting brighter, more powerful. The
observers are forced to shield their eyes.
VANYA
Umm...running? I vote for running?
LUTHER
Everyone get behind me.
Instinctively, Allison reaches out, takes Luther’s hand. He
glances down, surprised despite himself.
WHOOOOOOM! Without warning, the disturbance seems to IMPLODE,
folding in upon itself. The winds abruptly subside.
The disturbance is gone. In its place is a TINY FORM, smoke
rising from his body. The figure straightens up.
It’s NUMBER FIVE. Still ten years old. Although we haven’t
seen him in twenty-two years, he hasn’t aged a day.
ALLISON
Holy shit.
KLAUS
Dooooooes anyone else see the
little Number Five? Just me?
Number Five calmly scans his surroundings.
NUMBER FIVE
Anyone care to tell me what year
this is?
END OF ACT TWO
23.
ACT THREE
INT. MANSION - KITCHEN - AFTERNOON
Number Five enters the kitchen, heads straight for the
fridge. The others follow him, still hopelessly confused.
LUTHER
What are you doing?
NUMBER FIVE
Making a sandwich. Do you know how
long it’s been since I’ve eaten
solid food?
Number Five opens the fridge door. Luther slams it shut
again. Number Five glances up, annoyed.
NUMBER FIVE
You look ridiculous, by the way.
LUTHER
It’s been 22 years, Number Five.
Where have you been?
NUMBER FIVE
It’s been a lot longer than that.
He opens the fridge again, digs out some ingredients.
VANYA
What happened to you?
Number Five stands on a chair so he can reach the counter. He
begins slathering mayonnaise on bread.
NUMBER FIVE
What do you think happened? I
decided to test the limits of my
time jumping, see how far I could
go. Turns out, pretty far.
Klaus elbows Diego. Diego grudgingly passes him FIVE BUCKS.
NUMBER FIVE
Dad always warned me not to go too
far into the future. On account of
my jumps only working in one
direction. This time, he was right.
(takes a bite)
Christ, I needed that.
Allison sits down across from the boy, studying him.
24.
ALLISON
Then how did you get back?
Number Five answers through a mouthful of sandwich:
NUMBER FIVE
By projecting my consciousness
backwards into a suspended quantum
state version of myself that exists
in every possible instance of time.
DIEGO
That makes no sense.
NUMBER FIVE
It would if you were smarter.
(another bite)
Granted, it did take me a little
time to work out all the nuts and
bolts of it...
ALLISON
How much time?
NUMBER FIVE
Ahh...52 years. Give or take.
DIEGO
You’re sixty-two?
NUMBER FIVE
No, my consciousness is 62. My
body’s still ten. But, the point
is, Dad said it couldn’t be done
and I did it. So.
(looks around)
Where is the old bastard, anyway? I
want to rub it in his face.
LUTHER
He died three days ago.
The boy stares at him, chewing, his face impassive.
NUMBER FIVE
Natural causes?
DIEGO
Yes.
LUTHER
We don’t know.
NUMBER FIVE
Well. That complicates things.
25.
LUTHER
What kind of things?
NUMBER FIVE
All kinds of things. What’s today’s
date? The exact date?
ALLISON
The, uh, 14th. I think.
NUMBER FIVE
Of what?
ALLISON
July.
The boy frowns, dismayed. Slides off his stool.
NUMBER FIVE
Hmm. Doesn’t leave us much time.
Gnawing on his sandwich, the boy strolls out of the room.
LUTHER
Time for what? We’re not done here!
(no answer)
Number Five!
Number Five climbs the stairs, disappears. Luther glances
around the room helplessly. The others look just as confused.
Except for Klaus. He points to the sandwich ingredients.
KLAUS
Is there more pastrami?
INT. MANSION - NUMBER FIVE’S ROOM - SHORT TIME LATER
Vanya goes looking for Number Five, finds him standing in his
old bedroom, staring at his old toys and books, forlorn.
NUMBER FIVE
He kept all my things.
Vanya kneels behind him, wraps her arms around him. The boy
pulls away at once, flinching angrily.
NUMBER FIVE
What are you doing?
VANYA
It’s called a hug.
26.
NUMBER FIVE
Hug. Right.
(considers this)
I may have reacted...poorly
downstairs. Side effect of 52 years
without any physical contact.
VANYA
What do you mean?
He gazes at her for a long beat. Struggling with some
internal decision. But instead of answering, he turns away.
NUMBER FIVE
I read your book, you know. Found
it in a public library. That’s how
I knew how bad things had gotten.
How Number Six died.
VANYA
(gently correcting)
Ben.
NUMBER FIVE
How we failed.
(angrily)
This is the wrong time. I came too
late. Delores always said my
equation was off. Must have forgot
to carry the second two...
VANYA
Who’s Delores?
NUMBER FIVE
(ignoring the question)
There’s another option. Someone, or
something, pulled me out of the
timestream early. Brought me here
to this exact moment.
VANYA
But why?
The boy doesn’t answer. He stares out the window, haunted.
NUMBER FIVE
They know I’m here.
INT. MANSION - HARGREEVES’ OFFICE - AFTERNOON
Allison enters her father’s old office. Luther is studying
the AUTOPSY REPORT that Diego stole from the coroner.
27.
We glimpse EVIDENCE PHOTOS of Reginald Hargreeves lying dead
in his bed, hands clasped peacefully across his chest. It’s
the first time we’ve seen Hargreeves without his trademark
silver monocle.
ALLISON
It’s time. If you wanted to, you
know. Get changed.
LUTHER
You do realize I can’t just buy
suits off the rack, right?
(noticing)
Are you mad at me?
ALLISON
Am I mad? Do you even know how
messed up that was back there? You
can’t just drop a bomb like, hey, I
think one of you might have killed
Dad, and just leave it like that.
LUTHER
I didn’t--
ALLISON
That’s exactly what you did.
LUTHER
(ticking on his fingers)
I’m just saying, look how we turned
out. Vanya, insecure wreck. Diego,
‘roid rage poster boy. Klaus,
barely keeping it together--
ALLISON
What about Allison? “Tabloid
disaster?” “World’s worst mom?”
LUTHER
I didn’t say that--
ALLISON
You gonna blame Dad for the way I
turned out? Or what about Number
Five? He just showed up, maybe you
wanna go accuse him of murder!
LUTHER
Yeah, and he just happens to show
up today? That doesn’t seem like a
hell of a coincidence to you?
She shakes her head, disgusted.
28.
ALLISON
Dad’s not the victim here, Luther.
We were. We all got screwed over.
That doesn’t mean we have a motive.
(leans in closer)
Why are you doing this? What, like
all of the sudden we’re going to
break out the spandex again? Maybe
go beat the shit out of Dr.
Terminal?
LUTHER
You think that’s what this is
about? The Academy?
Luther angrily brushes past her.
INT. MANSION - CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS
Allison follows Luther out of the office.
ALLISON
Then what? Why do you even care?
Luther spins around. CRUNCH. Puts his fist through the
nearest wall, hard enough to leave a basketball-sized hole.
LUTHER
(in a rage)
Because he sent me up there! He
said, Watch for threats, Number
One. He said, No one else can do
this but you. And I trusted him!
Four years, by myself, staring at a
bunch of goddamn rocks. And every
single morning I had to tell
myself, ‘Don’t worry, Dad must have
had his reasons. One day this will
all make sense.’ And it was for
nothing.
Allison gazes up at him sadly. Reaches out to touch his arm.
Luther irritably slaps her hand away.
LUTHER
You wanna talk motive, how’s that
for getting “screwed over”?
He turns and storm away. Allison stares after him, unhappy.
29.
INT. MANSION - GRAND BALLROOM - SAME TIME
Meanwhile, Diego saunters down a different corridor. He
pauses outside the grand ballroom. His jaw drops.
The ballroom is filled with FLOATING CLOTHES. Men’s suits and
women’s dresses, all performing a slow, elaborate BALLROOM
WALTZ. Klaus stands in the center, spinning and pirouetting,
conducting this madness.
DIEGO
Klaus.
Klaus whips around, startled. All the clothes COLLAPSE to the
floor at once.
KLAUS
Certainly not dancing with Mother’s
old clothes!
(uncertain beat)
You did ask what I’m doing...?
DIEGO
No.
KLAUS
Well, then. I wasn’t doing
anything. At all.
(awkwardly)
And you, what about you, brother,
what’s been keeping you busy these
days? Fun in the sun? Maybe some
light beach volleyball?
DIEGO
My job.
KLAUS
Ah, yes. Beating criminals
senseless. Breaking bones and
cracking skulls.
DIEGO
Saving lives. What have you been
doing?
Klaus just grins. Behind him, the clothes LEVITATE back into
the air, forming the word DRUGS in giant letters.
Diego shakes his head, keeps walking.
DIEGO
Idiot.
30.
EXT. UMBRELLA ACADEMY - SUNDOWN
One by one, the siblings emerge from the mansion. Single-
file, they start across the field.
EXT. UMBRELLA ACADEMY - GROUNDS - MOMENTS LATER
The funeral takes place beneath a towering elm tree. All six
surviving Umbrella siblings are in attendance.
Luther is carrying the URN containing Hargreeves’ ashes. The
others form a loose semi-circle around him.
Nearby, a trio of ANCIENT AUTOMATONS play an especially
shitty rendition of Amazing Grace on their trumpets.
Pogo is the last to arrive, supporting himself on his cane.
POGO
Whenever you’re ready, dear boy.
Luther inverts the urn. The ashes slide out in a clump,
landing in a pile at his feet. It’s kind of pathetic.
KLAUS
Probably would have been better
with some wind.
Pogo glares at Klaus. Then clears his throat.
POGO
Does anyone wish to speak?
We pan around the circle. Luther. Diego. Allison. Number
Five. Klaus. Vanya. No one speaks.
POGO
Very well. In all regards, Reginald
Hargreeves made me the creature I
am today. For that alone, I shall
forever be in his debt. He was my
friend, and my master, and I shall
miss him very much. He was a...a
complicated man--
DIEGO
(quietly)
He was a monster. He was bad as a
person and worse as a father, and
the world’s better off without him.
ALLISON
Kraken, you ass.
31.
DIEGO
My name is not Kraken! Don’t you
get that? We’re more than the names
he gave us!
(points to the mansion)
This entire place is a lie. That’s
his legacy.
LUTHER
We’re his legacy.
DIEGO
Well, I hope he’s proud.
(pointing to Klaus,
Allison, Vanya)
Drug addict. Fame whore. Traitor.
(re: Number Five)
Whatever the hell you are.
(and finally Luther)
And the mighty Spaceboy.
LUTHER
At least I didn’t turn tail and
run.
DIEGO
No, you sat on the moon like a good
little doggie. He had to send you
240,000 miles away. That’s how much
he couldn’t stand the sight of you.
Luther loses his temper, lunges for Diego--
But Diego is faster. Ducking Luther’s giant fists. One lucky
shot and Luther will take his head clean off.
VANYA
STOP IT!
KLAUS
(halfhearted, kind of
enjoying this)
Yeah, no, stop it...
Now Diego turns the tables on Luther. Luther may have the
size, but Diego certainly has the speed. He strikes Luther
several times in quick succession--
Luther grabs Diego’s jacket, HURLS him through the air--
Diego flips around in mid-air, springs off the wall--
KICKING Luther in the face--
32.
POGO
Boys! Stop this at once!
Luther BULL-RUSHES Diego, slamming him into the elm tree--
Number Five rolls his eyes, starts walking back toward the
mansion. Klaus lights a joint and settles in to watch.
Meanwhile, Luther hauls back, delivers a haymaker--
Diego ducks away. The punch cleaves the tree in half--
ALLISON
Aaaaand there goes Dad’s favorite
tree.
KLAUS
(exhaling smoke)
Best funeral ever.
As the tree crashes down, Diego and Luther continue to fight.
But it’s becoming apparent they’re too evenly matched;
neither brother can gain the upper hand.
Diego pulls something from his belt: a CURVED FIGHTING KNIFE.
As Luther swings again, he whips the knife through the air--
The blade tears open the sleeve of Luther’s overcoat. But we
don’t see bare skin underneath. We see COARSE ANIMAL FUR.
The fight goes out of Luther at once. He stumbles backwards,
clapping a hand over the fur, hiding it from sight.
DIEGO
There’s your legacy right there.
Thanks, Dad.
Luther looks around wildly. Meets Allison’s gaze for a
heartbeat. Then turns and lumbers back toward the mansion.
Vanya gets in Diego’s face, shoves his chest.
VANYA
You’re an asshole.
DIEGO
And you’re trespassing. Why did you
even come back, Vanya?
ALLISON
Diego, shut up.
33.
DIEGO
No, no, let me guess: writing a
sequel! I hope you got enough
material.
Vanya’s eyes fill with tears. She storms away, heading not
for the mansion, but for the gate at the bottom of the hill.
POGO
Oh, dear.
Allison heads after Luther. After a moment, Diego wanders
away, leaving Klaus alone. Klaus kneels, pokes a finger into
the pile of HARGREEVES’ ASHES on the ground.
KLAUS
Bet you’re just loving this.
Birds cry overhead. There is no other answer.
EXT. FOREST - SAME TIME
Deep in the forest, figures are moving. We catch flashes of
ORANGE-AND-BLACK BODY ARMOR. Leather boots tromping through
mud. Sunlight glinting off FUTURISTIC WEAPONRY.
Slowly, the figures emerge from the underbrush. Each is
wearing a GAS MASK HELMET with reflective ORANGE GOGGLES.
These are the TEMPS AETERNALIS.
The LEAD TEMP surveys the Academy grounds. His flunkies
consult their high-tech scanning equipment.
TEMP #1
Target’s definitely inside.
TEMP #2
No sign of defensive measures.
The Lead Temp motions to an agent we’ll call DEAD MEAT TEMP.
Dead Meat starts forward, moving cautiously. He climbs
through a gap in the crumbling stone wall--
The second he steps foot onto Umbrella property, a MASSIVE
BOOBY-TRAP explodes from the soil! It looks like a LASER-GRID
FLYSWATTER. The Flyswatter SLAMS down on the luckless Temp,
bisecting him into hundreds of tiny cubes.
The other Temps stare. No one seems particularly heartbroken.
34.
LEAD TEMP
(deadpan)
All right, well. Let’s not do that
again. All units, fall back.
TEMP #2
What about the target?
LEAD TEMP
We can wait. We’ve got all the time
in the world.
One by one, they melt backwards into the forest.
END OF ACT THREE
35.
ACT FOUR
EXT. CITY STREET - DAY - FLASHBACK
Another FLASHBACK. A quartet of NINETIES YUPPIES--two guys,
two girls--clown their way down the sidewalk. This looks like
the intro to your typical 90’s sitcom.
They reach a BANK. One of the guys holds the door open for
his friends as they all enter--
INT. BANK - CONTINUOUS - FLASHBACK
--And the lead Guy promptly GETS HIS NOSE BASHED IN by the
butt of a combat shotgun! The Yuppie Girls SCREAM as several
ARMED BANK ROBBERS grab them and haul them inside.
ROBBER #2
GET DOWN! ON THE GODDAMN GROUND!
HARD CUT TO:
INT. BANK - DAY - FLASHBACK
Hours later. The bank is under siege. We follow a ROBBER #4
as he patrols the floor, AK-47 in hand. Various CUSTOMERS and
BANK EMPLOYEES huddle on the floor, sobbing, terrified.
We approach ROBBER #1, currently in the process of losing his
shit as he talks to a hostage negotiator over the phone.
ROBBER #1
I don’t give a shit! You are out of
time! I told you what would happen,
didn’t I? Didn’t I tell you?
He gestures angrily. Robber #2 yanks a frightened BANK TELLER
to his feet, drags the man over.
ROBBER #1
Get him over here. C’mere.
(back to the phone:)
I want you to listen real careful.
He holds out the phone to the Bank Teller.
ROBBER #1
Yo. Tell him your name.
BANK TELLER
Craig. Craig Davis.
36.
ROBBER #1
(into phone)
You go home tonight, your wife
asks, “how was work,” you tell her,
oh, not bad, got a guy named Craig
Davis killed.
(the negotiator protests)
No. We’re done talking. Now you’re
gonna listen.
The Bank Teller MOANS, closes his eyes. Robber #1 drops the
phone, steps forward, raising his pistol--
YOUNG ALLISON (O.S.)
Excuse me, sir?
They turn to find 10-YEAR-OLD ALLISON standing before them.
She’s wearing a protective bodysuit and a black domino mask.
ROBBER #1
The hell--?
YOUNG ALLISON
I heard a rumor you can’t stop
sneezing.
Robber #1 looks confused for a moment. Then he SNEEZES,
violently. Again and again. The other robbers look confused.
Robber #1 steadies himself against a desk, eyes watering,
gasping for breath. Still sneezing, he gestures to his men:
get her! The other robbers start forward.
That’s when all hell breaks loose.
Robber #5 is JERKED OFF HIS FEET by an invisible force. His
body rockets straight up, ricocheting off the ceiling--
A HORRIBLE SCREAM rings out! We WHIP AROUND to see Robber #4
being dragged headfirst into an airduct by a pair of
MONSTROUS GREEN TENTACLES--
Robber #2 whirls, sees NUMBER FIVE standing on the counter.
He raises his gun, just as Number Five BLINKS out of sight--
Robber #2 glances down. Sees that, somehow, in the blink of
an eye, his gun has been replaced by a JANITOR’S SQUEEGEE. A
split-second later, he is SLAMMED SIDEWAYS out of frame by a
SMALL, DARK BLUR--
The room has erupted into chaos. We follow one of the YUPPIE
HOSTAGES as she crawls frantically across the floor--
37.
Ahead of her, a table EXPLODES into splinters as a Robber #4
is dropped from the sky. The hostage SCREAMS as something
goes STREAKING through the air just above her.
The action is overwhelming, a little frightening. This is
what it’s like to be in the presence of gods.
Robber #1 is the last gunman left standing. He SNEEZES again,
then turns on Allison. She smiles sweetly.
YOUNG ALLISON
I heard a rumor your gun doesn’t
work.
Snarling, he aims at her, pulls the trigger--
CLICK. The gun misfires. Allison shrugs slightly.
YOUNG ALLISON
Told you.
A split-second later, YOUNG LUTHER drops from the sky,
CRUSHING the gunman downward out of frame--
EXT. CITY STREET - MOMENTS LATER - FLASHBACK
Hostages flee the bank. They are met in the street by the
POLICE PRESENCE surrounding the building.
From inside the bank, we hear a DULL IMPACT. Several windows
explode, showering the street with glass.
A SHADOW falls across one of the cops. He looks skyward--
Hargreeves’ STEAM-POWERED DIRIGIBLE hangs over the city.
INT. DIRIGIBLE OBSERVATION DECK - CONTINUOUS - FLASHBACK
Hargreeves watches from the observation deck. YOUNG VANYA is
at his side, her face pressed up against the glass.
YOUNG VANYA
Dad? I mean, Mr. Monocle, sir? Why
can’t I go play with the others?
HARGREEVES
Well, Number Seven...there’s just
nothing special about you.
She hangs her head. In a quiet voice:
38.
YOUNG VANYA
Oh.
EXT. CITY STREET - SAME TIME - FLASHBACK
Police, hostages, and TV camera crews all watch, astounded,
as the bank doors open and the rescuers emerge...
They’re children. Little kids wearing domino masks.
Young Luther surveys the scene, beaming with pride.
This is what a superhero looks like. And the world will never
be the same.
We DISSOLVE back to the present...
EXT. OUTSIDE ACADEMY GATE - SUNDOWN
Dusk. The sky bathed in hues of purple and blue. Vanya stands
by the road, checking her phone. Behind her, the security
gate creaks open and Pogo emerges.
VANYA
If you’re gonna convince me to
stay, you’re wasting your time.
POGO
I was going to offer you a ride.
VANYA
The car’s almost here. But thanks.
(stares into the distance)
He’s not wrong, you know. Diego.
She looks at Pogo solemnly.
VANYA
I don’t belong here.
POGO
I hope you know...your father loved
you all very much. In his own way.
VANYA
Yeah, well. That’s kind of the
problem, isn’t it?
She kneels, hugs him fiercely.
VANYA
Goodbye, Pogo.
39.
POGO
Miss Vanya.
The taxi arrives. Vanya climbs in the back. Pogo watches
sadly as the car pulls away. Vanishing into the night.
INT. MANSION - NIGHT
The siblings have retreated to adjacent rooms. Luther is
slumped in the darkened sitting room. Number Five is scouring
the kitchen for some instant coffee. Klaus floats above him,
staring raptly at his fingers, stoned out of his gourd.
NUMBER FIVE
Has to be here somewhere. What kind
of adult doesn’t drink coffee?
Allison meets Pogo in the foyer.
ALLISON
Where’s Vanya?
POGO
She left.
NUMBER FIVE
Pity. She’s the only one of you I
actually trust.
(glancing up)
Her and the floating idiot.
KLAUS
(slurred)
That’s Miiiiiister Floating Idiot.
Allison glances at Luther, sitting alone in the darkness.
ALLISON
Luther? You okay?
He doesn’t answer. Diego enters, carrying his duffel bag.
DIEGO
Give him a banana, he’ll perk right
up.
ALLISON
Oh good, Diego’s still here. Said
no one. Ever.
Diego pauses, glances around at his siblings.
40.
DIEGO
So. Lots of fun, guys. Let’s totes
do it again.
KLAUS
Yes, let’s!
As he turns to leave, Luther finally speaks up:
LUTHER
No one else is leaving.
DIEGO
Hey, look at that, right on time.
ALLISON
Luther--
LUTHER
We have to figure this out--
DIEGO
There is nothing to figure out! Dad
died, the world spins on, the end.
LUTHER
You read the autopsy report.
DIEGO
And...?
LUTHER
When they found the body, his
monocle was missing.
DIEGO
And?
LUTHER
And think about it. Have any of
you, ever, seen Dad without that
monocle? Even once?
A moment while this realization sinks in.
ALLISON
No.
DIEGO
And your point?
41.
LUTHER
That whoever has that monocle is
either the last person to see our
father alive, or the first one to
see him dead. I don’t care what
you thought of him, I really don’t.
(looks around)
What any of you thought. You wanna
hate his guts, fine, who gives a
shit. But we’re not gonna pretend
like this thing didn’t happen. We
owe Dad that much.
Diego stares at Luther. Then shakes his head.
DIEGO
Get help, Luther. Seriously.
(to the others:)
Number Five, enjoy puberty.
Allison: Good luck with that Best
Beach Bods of the Summer list. I
hear there’s some real fierce
competition this year.
(She gives him the
finger.)
Klaus--
Klaus shakes off his reverie and flashes a dazzling smile.
KLAUS
Are we leaving?
DIEGO
I’m leaving. By myself.
KLAUS
Lovely. I’ll get my things.
Klaus floats out of the room on his back. Diego glances back
at Luther and Allison. Then wordlessly exits the house.
EXT. UMBRELLA ACADEMY - NIGHT
Diego climbs behind the wheel of his BLACK ‘72 CUTLASS
SUPREME CONVERTIBLE. He slams the door.
As he starts the car, Klaus LEVITATES into frame and settles
into the passenger seat. He smiles brightly at Diego.
KLAUS
I’ve been eating speed for the last
three days, and every time I close
my eyes I see centipedes.
42.
Diego grimly turns the key. The car roars to life.
DIEGO
Fantastic.
INT. MANSION - KITCHEN / SITTING ROOM - SAME TIME
Number Five angrily slams the pantry door.
NUMBER FIVE
Pogo, for the love of Christ, tell
me there’s coffee somewhere.
POGO
Your father didn’t believe in
caffeine.
NUMBER FIVE
Of course he didn’t.
The boy hops down, heads toward the garage.
NUMBER FIVE
I’m taking the Bentley into town.
ALLISON
Do you even know how to drive?
NUMBER FIVE
I know how to do everything.
INT. MANSION - GARAGE - MOMENTS LATER
Number Five hits the lights, revealing a garage stacked with
CLASSIC CARS. Jay Leno would be jealous.
He climbs behind the wheel of the Bentley. Attaches a WOOD
BLOCK to his right shoe to reach the pedals.
Guns the engine.
Grins.
EXT. UMBRELLA ACADEMY - CONTINUOUS
The Bentley screams out of the garage. It swerves dangerously
onto the lawn, digging deep furrows into the grass, before
righting itself and speeding away into the night.
43.
EXT. UMBRELLA ACADEMY - ROOFTOP - NIGHT
Allison climbs out her bedroom window onto the sloped roof.
She finds Luther, sitting alone, gazing up at the stars. He
holds up the EYE OF ANUBIS GEM, stares through it, breaking
the sky into a prism of competing constellations.
LUTHER
(noticing her)
You’re still here.
ALLISON
Just waiting on my car. Want some
company?
He scoots over slightly. She sits beside him. The MOON is
visible, a glowing crescent in a sea of darkness.
ALLISON
So what’s it like up there?
LUTHER
Quiet. Cold.
ALLISON
I wish I could see it. Maybe
someday you’ll take me up there
with you, huh?
LUTHER
Yeah. Maybe.
(beat)
Can I ask you something? I haven’t
seen you use your powers once since
I’ve been back.
ALLISON
Yeah, well. The last time...it
didn’t turn out so hot. Careful
what you wish for, blah blah blah.
(changing the subject)
How about you?
Luther is silent for a long moment.
LUTHER
I’m not stupid. I know things can
never go back to...you know. The
way they were.
(he looks at her)
But that doesn’t mean we can’t
still try. Father brought us
together for a reason--
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ALLISON
He didn’t bring us together,
Luther. He took us from our homes.
From our real familes. He turned us
into this.
LUTHER
We’re still a family--
ALLISON
We’re an experiment. And not a very
good one.
Luther falls silent. Hangs his head. Far below, the mansion
gates swing open to admit a black STRETCH LIMOUSINE.
LUTHER
You should go.
ALLISON
You should come. I can show you
California. Do the whole Hollywood
sign, Disneyland thing.
He meets her gaze. Wants so badly to say yes. But instead:
LUTHER
You know I can’t.
ALLISON
Yeah. I know. Don’t stay gone
forever. The rest of us miss you
down here.
She stands. Kisses him on the forehead. Then climbs back
through the window, leaving Luther alone.
He stares at the ruby in his hand. Then he CLENCHES his fist,
as if trying to crush the gem into dust.
INT. MANSION - BEDROOM - MOMENTS LATER
Allison gathers her luggage, starts for the door. Her gaze
falls on an old PHOTOGRAPH of the Umbrella Academy in its
prime. Seven smiling children, grinning and laughing.
She gazes at the image. Perhaps remembering how different
things were back then. How happy they were.
45.
EXT. ALL-NIGHT DINER - NIGHT
The Bentley is parked (poorly) outside a cheap greasy spoon
diner. Number Five is already inside.
Several shadowy figures step out of the darkness. The
mysterious TEMP AGENTS we saw earlier.
They check their weapons. Then advance toward the diner.
INT. ALL-NIGHT DINER - CONTINUOUS
The diner is mostly deserted: a handful of CUSTOMERS, a tired-
looking WAITRESS, a FRY COOK behind the grill. Number Five
sits at the counter, signals for the Waitress.
NUMBER FIVE
Coffee. Black.
WAITRESS
Ain’t you a little young for that?
NUMBER FIVE
Get me a goddamned cup of coffee or
I’ll burn this place to the ground.
(then, with effort:)
Please.
She stares at him for a long beat. Then, expressionless, she
pours a cup, slides it over to him. He drinks deeply.
WAITRESS
You got a mouth on you.
The boy just shows his teeth, like a feral chimpanzee. The
Waitress backs away, unnerved. He goes back to his coffee.
The bell dings. The Temps enter in the background.
The boy doesn’t turn. But somehow, he knows. He picks up his
BUTTER KNIFE, hides it from sight.
The Waitress gapes at the new arrivals. Customers scurry out
the back. The Fry Cook lowers himself out of sight.
The Temps stop behind Number Five. A beat.
LEAD TEMP
You don’t belong here.
NUMBER FIVE
Is that supposed to be a joke?
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In the b.g., the Waitress and the remaining customers flee.
LEAD TEMP
We don’t want any trouble. We just
want you to finish the job.
He aims his PULSE RIFLE at the back of the boy’s skull.
LEAD TEMP
This doesn’t have to get messy.
Finally the boy swivels around on his stool. Surveys them.
NUMBER FIVE
You didn’t bring enough men for
“messy.”
The Lead Temp’s hand is shaking, ever so slightly.
Fuck it: he squeezes the trigger. The counter blows apart in
a spray of shrapnel--
But the boy is already gone, BLINKING out of existence--
And reappearing on the Lead Temp’s back. He PLUNGES the
butter knife into the agent’s neck--
The other Temps panic, open fire on their own boss, cutting
him to ribbons. Number Five blinks away again--
He reappears, SLIDING across the floor, right between the
legs of a Temp...plucking the man’s gun out of his ankle
holster...firing severals shots upward...BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
BLINK! Number Five reappears in mid-air, parkour-bouncing off
the nearest wall, roundhouse kicking a Temp in the face--
BLINK! He reappears in the kitchen. One of the Temps opens
fire, spraying the kitchen with BLUE PLASMA--
BLINK! The boy appears, whipping a FRYING PAN like a discus--
SSSSHUNK! The handle of the frying pan IMPALES a Temp against
the wall, quivering in his forehead--
BLINK! BLINK! BLINK! The boy pops in and out of existence,
fighting hand-to-hand with two Temps simultaneously.
One of the Temps glances down and PANICS. All the grenades on
his bandolier have somehow been primed. BLINK! The boy
appears behind him, MULE KICKS the back of the Temp’s head...
Sends him pinwheeling headfirst into the second agent--
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EXT. ALL-NIGHT DINER - CONTINUOUS
WHUMP! A dull explosion lights up the interior of the diner.
Debris rains across the parking lot.
INT. ALL-NIGHT DINER - CONTINUOUS
In a matter of seconds, the entire diner has been reduced to
rubble. The floor slick with BLOOD and debris. FIRE spreading
along the walls. The air thick with toxic smoke.
Number Five picks his way through the carnage, drenched with
blood but otherwise untouched.
One last Temp agent is still clinging to life. Number Five
calmly takes the man’s head in the crook of his arm--
TEMP #1
waitwaitwaitwaitwait--!
Number Five brutally SNAPS his neck. The agent falls still.
The boy looks around, chest heaving, eyes feral.
NUMBER FIVE
ANYONE ELSE?
A section of the ceiling COLLAPSES behind him. The boy
doesn’t even flinch. He makes his way over to the window--
NUMBER FIVE’S POV: From an alley across the street, an
OMINOUS FIGURE watches the diner burn. Light reflects off the
man’s FRIGHTENING SKELETAL SILVER MASK.
Whoever he is, this dude is definitely bad news.
The boy’s eyes narrow--
EXT. ALL-NIGHT DINER - CONTINUOUS
BLINK! Number Five reappears in the diner’s parking lot,
skidding to a stop. He looks around wildly.
But the alleyway is empty. Skull Face is already gone.
Number Five turns in a slow, helpless circle. He can feel the
walls closing in around him. But what does it all mean?
END OF ACT FOUR
48.
ACT FIVE
EXT. PRESS CONFERENCE - DAY - FLASHBACK
Our final FLASHBACK of the episode:
The hostage situation has ended. Reginald Hargreeves holds an
impromptu press conference outside the bank. The costumed
children--minus Vanya, of course--are lined up behind him.
A crowd of REPORTERS and TV CREWS jostle to get footage of
the kids. The world has never seen anything like them.
HARGREEVES
Our world is changing. There are
those who walk among us, gifted
with extraordinary abilities. The
Umbrella Academy is a place to
foster those abilities.
The Reporters begin to call out questions:
REPORTER #1
What happened to the parents?
HARGREEVES
They were suitably compensated.
REPORTER #2
What are their names?
HARGREEVES
One through Seven.
REPORTER #2
I only see six.
HARGREEVES
Then you can count. Next question.
REPORTER #3
Why are you doing this? I
mean...what’s the point?
HARGREEVES
The point?
REPORTER #3
Why did you adopt these kids?
HARGREEVES
To save the world, of course.
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A beat.
REPORTER #3
Save it from what?
Hargreeves scans the crowd, his mood darkening.
HARGREEVES
No further questions.
We HARD CUT back to the present--
INT. MANSION - HARGREEVES’ OFFICE - NIGHT
Luther sits alone in the darkened office. He spins the EYE OF
ANUBIS ruby, watches it clatter across the desk.
Suddenly he senses a change. Glances up sharply.
Allison stands in the doorway. Wearing her BLACK DOMINO MASK.
LUTHER
I really can’t get rid of you, can
I?
ALLISON
I figured...what the hell. Spaceboy
needs The Rumor, right?
Luther grins. Joy radiating across his broad face.
LUTHER
Yeah. He does.
(quieter)
Thanks.
ALLISON
Ehh. LA sucks this time of year.
Santa Anas. It’s a whole thing.
She approaches. Picks up the gem on the desk.
ALLISON
I know this. It’s the, uh...the
Egyptian thingie, yeah?
LUTHER
The Eye of Anubis. Apparently Dad
left it for me.
ALLISON
Hmm. He didn’t leave me shit.
(turning it in her hand)
50.
God, I haven’t seen this stuff in
years. Where’s all the rest of it?
TIGHT on Luther’s face, as he suddenly realizes...
LUTHER
The rest...
He bursts out of his chair. Allison calls after him:
ALLISON
Where are you going?
INT. MANSION BASEMENT - MOMENTS LATER
Luther opens the door to the basement storage room. Inside we
see CRUMBLING STATUES, scrap-metal AUTOMATONS, piles of
ancient UMBRELLA ACADEMY MERCHANDISE. Allison follows him
into the room, baffled.
ALLISON
Wanna tell me what’s going on?
LUTHER
Dad’s final wish was for me to have
that gem. Why would he do that?
Because he was, what, feeling
sentimental?
ALLISON
That...doesn’t sound like Dad.
LUTHER
Exactly. Which means there must
have been...
He whips away a tarp covering AN OLD EGYPTIAN STATUE. The god
Anubis. His eyes are staring black sockets.
LUTHER
...another reason.
Luther carefully fits the gem into the statue’s eye, twisting
it...suddenly it comes alive in his hands...ROTATING...
CHUNKA-CHUNKA-CHUNKA! We hear ancient gears GRINDING to life.
The floor SHUDDERS beneath their feet.
ALLISON
Oh God, if you just brought an evil
statue to life I’m gonna be so
pissed at you--
51.
ALLISON (CONT'D)
A section of the floor DROPS AWAY. They both leap back--
Now more stones begin to descend, forming a SPIRAL STAIRCASE,
leading downwards into darkness.
Allison meets Luther’s gaze. His face is shining with
excitement. It’s the first time we’ve seen him truly happy.
ALLISON
What...what’s down there?
LUTHER
I don’t know.
He gently takes her by the hand.
LUTHER
Let’s find out.
INT. CONCERT HALL - NIGHT
The same New York City concert hall we visited in the
prologue. Several JUDGES sit in the balcony, little more than
dim silhouettes. A YOUNG MAN plays the violin onstage.
The young man finishes his solo, bows stiffly. The lead judge
presses an intercom button, his voice AMPLIFIED:
JUDGE #1
Thank you.
The young man exits the stage. He is replaced by VANYA,
carrying her violin, her expression determined. She takes her
place in the spotlight.
VANYA
Vanya Hargreeves, auditioning for
first chair.
JUDGE #1
I’m sorry, Ms. Hargreeves? Didn’t
we see you already?
VANYA
This is where I belong.
She stares back at them with such intensity that the judges
don’t argue the point. After a moment, she begins to PLAY--
Her bow races across the strings. Eyes closed in
concentration. Fingers moving almost too fast to follow.
She’s not just good. She’s flawless.
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The judges certainly think so. We can see them nodding,
whispering to each other. Slowly, we PAN DOWN to reveal--
There’s someone else eavesdropping on her audition. A shadowy
figure, watching from the back of the hall.
Light glints off his ominous SKULL-SHAPED MASK. It’s the same
mysterious figure we saw outside the all-night diner.
This is THE CONDUCTOR. And soon he will change the Umbrella
Academy forever.
Vanya doesn’t notice him. Too busy playing her heart out.
The Conductor listens raptly. One hand caresses the side of
his mask, as if wiping away an invisible tear.
EXT. WATERFRONT - NIGHT
Diego stands at the end of a rickety wooden pier, the waters
of the Hudson lapping against the dock. His convertible is
parked in the background, Klaus in the passenger seat.
Diego stares into the water, his expression conflicted.
Klaus, stoned out of his mind, HONKS the car horn. Meep-Meep.
KLAUS
Oh, Diego? Not trying to rush you
through whatever sort of weird
superhero brooding moment this is,
but I’d like to point out that I
was promised waffles, and thus far,
waffles have not been forthcoming.
Thus far.
Diego slowly opens his fist, revealing...
HARGREEVES’ MISSING SILVER MONOCLE.
LUTHER (V.O. FLASHBACK)
...whoever has that monocle is
either the last person to see our
father alive, or the first one to
see him dead.
Diego lets the monocle slip through his fingers. It vanishes
into the black water without so much as a splash.
53.
INT. VANYA’S APARTMENT - LATE NIGHT
Vanya returns to her cozy little apartment, still on a high
after the best audition of her entire life. She places her
violin on the shelf. Hangs up her coat. Turns on the light.
Revealing NUMBER FIVE, calmly drinking a cup of coffee at her
kitchen table. He’s still streaked with DRIED BLOOD.
Vanya JUMPS, nearly screams--
VANYA
Jesus!
NUMBER FIVE
You should have locks on your
windows.
VANYA
I’m on the fifth floor.
NUMBER FIVE
Still.
VANYA
(looking closer)
Oh my God. Is that blood?
NUMBER FIVE
Don’t worry. It’s not mine.
VANYA
Yeah, not what I was worried about.
What are you doing here?
NUMBER FIVE
I’ve decided you’re the only one I
can trust.
VANYA
Why?
NUMBER FIVE
Because you’re ordinary.
He says it as a statement of fact, not an insult. Vanya sits.
NUMBER FIVE
When I jumped forward, into the
future, do you know what I found?
VANYA
No.
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NUMBER FIVE
Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
EXT. POST-APOCALYPTIC LANDSCAPE - DAY
Number Five wanders through a DESERTED CITY. There are BODIES
EVERYWHERE, desiccated, little more than skeletons. They’re
strewn on the sidewalk, slumped behind the wheel of their
cars, collapsed in their chairs at an outdoor cafe.
We can’t tell what killed them. But whatever it was, it
happened fast, and without warning.
NUMBER FIVE (V.O.)
As far as I could tell, I was the
last person left alive.
The boy stops, staring at a PLAYGROUND. There’s a tiny body
sprawled on the merry-go-round.
NUMBER FIVE (V.O.)
I never figured out what killed the
human race, or why. But I did find
something else.
Number Five approaches a CORNER NEWSSTAND. He picks up a
DAILY NEWSPAPER, ancient, brittle with age.
NUMBER FIVE (V.O.)
The date it happens.
INT. VANYA’S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS
We RETURN TO THE PRESENT. The boy regards Vanya, his
expression solemn. Haunted. Hopeless.
NUMBER FIVE
The world ends in nine days. And I
have no idea how to stop it.
END OF PILOT
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