Darkness offspring

The darkness comes

A gate to a wing of Kryptarium Prison lifts up slowly.

Noble: (To Lloyd.) This is our new maximum-security wing. We spared no expense, I assure you.

Lloyd: Very wise.

Noble: Yep. The entire wing was built for one purpose... to hold the rottenest egg of all. Well... good luck. (He runs off.) See you on the way out.

Lloyd: Aren't you gonna— (Door slams shut and lasers scan.) Stay? (Lloyd pulls switch, a pathway zooms out in front of him towards Garmadon's cell.) Hmm. Hello, Father.

Garmadon: Well, well, if it isn't the Green Ninja. To what, do I owe the honor?

Lloyd: You sent for me, remember? You said it was urgent.

Garmadon: Did I? Hmm. That doesn't sound like me. (He turns around slowly, expressing his carelessness.) I have all the time in the world in here.

Lloyd: Fine. (He turns around and starts walking away.) Then I guess I'll just—

Garmadon: Oh, yes. (He turns towards Lloyd.) I remember now. I did call you. Do you remember the last time we saw each other? What I said?

Lloyd recalls the encounter.

Past Garmadon: When they come, nothing will be left.

Lloyd: You said something was coming.

Garmadon: Yes, but you didn't listen. And now, I'm afraid there isn't much time.

Lloyd: Time for what?

Garmadon: (Smiles.) To prepare for the darkness, destruction. The end of Ninjago. And while I'm okay with that, in principle, I'd rather not be destroyed along with you, so I've decided to help you fight them.

Lloyd: Fight who?

Garmadon: The Bringers of Doom. You and your color-coded little ninja are no match for them. There's only one thing powerful enough to stop them.

Lloyd: Let me guess. You.

Garmadon: (Sighs.) Let me out, and you might have a chance.

Lloyd: Hmm. How do I put this. No. N—O. Not if you were the last person in all of Ninjago. There is nothing you will say that will make me trust you ever again. Goodbye.

Garmadon: (Smiles.) Hmm. You'll be back.

People are repairing Ninjago City.

Worker: That's it. Now take it away. Okay. Easy does it. Easy does it.

Policeman #1: (Gestures at the accident.) Let's move this as fast as possible so we can get the traffic going.

Cars beep at each other in confusion.

Cole: (Beeps his Earth Driller.) Oh, come on. You gotta be kidding.

Zane: We were supposed to be there 30 minutes ago.

P.I.X.A.L.: This thing has an enormous drill on it. Can we not just go under them?

Cole: Oh, can we? Please? (He turns on the drill and people gasp.)

Zane: I do not think the city would appreciate that. They just finished rebuilding this freeway.

Cole: Aah. We're so late. And I can see the harbor right there.

P.I.X.A.L.: That's it. I'm getting out. (She presses button and top of the vehicle slides open. P.I.X.A.L. jumps out, leaping and flipping over the cars. Zane follows her.)

Cole: Hyah. (He jumps but slides into the back of a truck.) Hey, guys, wait up. My foot's asleep. (He gets up and sees the others making their way through the cars. Cole closes the top of the car and climbs out of the truck.)