Black Scorpion (2001) s01e20 Episode Script

(suspenseful instrumental music)
(phone rings)
- Yeah, Campaign Head--
or 21st Precinct.
or 21st Precinct.
- Look, a vote for Captain Strickland
is a vote against Mayor Ward.
- You didn't watch the debate tonight?
- You know, it is so nice
to see you two so
supportive of the captain.
- Well, you know, anything
that gets the captain
outta the squad room is good with me.
- And off our backs.
(chuckles)
(excited chatter)
- Tender Love, what are we doing here?
- You promised to take
me out dancing tonight.
- Well baby it's too crowded to dance.
Why don't we go over to the R&B club
and get down to some golden oldies.
- Because there's a new
band playing here tonight.
- What new band?
- [Club Announcer] Let's here it for
Vox Populi and The Bleeding Eardrums.
(slow rock music)
I want to ♪
Put a hole in your chest ♪
And rip out your heart ♪
(rock music)
- You gotta kidding.
I want to crack your skull ♪
And break it apart ♪
(rock music quickens)
Splatter ♪
Brain matter ♪
The pain as it goes down the drain ♪
Brains on the sidewalk ♪
Brains ♪
On the sidewalk ♪
- You guys suck!
- Get outta here!
- Give it up, go home!
- [Audience Member] Get off the stage!
- You want us off the stage, you got it.
Move!
Get out!
You, me.
You're such a pretty boy.
(grunts)
You're not so pretty now.
(evil laughter)
- You bet ya.
- Guards, let's rock,
18th needs our backup,
there's a ride at Club Edge.
- Why is the audience attacking the band?
- No it's the other way around.
- What do you mean?
- The band is attacking the audience.
Come on let's go.
(glass breaking)
(grunting)
(tires squealing)
(glass breaking)
(grunting)
(suspenseful music)
(grunting)
(evil laughter)
(grunting)
(suspenseful music)
(grunting)
(suspenseful music)
(grunting)
(grunting)
(glass breaking)
- We bad!
(suspenseful music)
(explosion)
- Fire.
- [Narrator] In the light of day,
Darcy Walker is a cop.
But in the dark of night
she becomes Black Scorpion.
Doing with a mask what
she can't do with a badge.
(gun shots)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful theme music)
(suspenseful theme music)
(tires screech)
(frantic chatter)
- Oh thank God you're here today.
- The Bleeding Eardrum has gone ballistic.
- What happened?
- The fans started to boo
and demand their money back
and that's when Vox Populi
started smashing heads.
- Vox who?
- Populi, and trust me,
her voice is anything but popular.
- That woman couldn't carry a
tune if it had a handle on it.
- Alright let's go.
- After you Ms. Walker.
(rhythmic drums)
Well, well looks like they're
playing our song Ms. Walker.
Girls, girls, it sounds like
it's time for a sound check,
and one, two, and three.
(grunting)
- Congratulations.
- On what?
- Your first big hit.
- Why, thank you.
And you, young lady, with
such atrocious attire,
would you please put your
hands over your head?
- But then how will I
play my electric guitar?
- I really don't know.
- Mhmm.
(laser screeching)
(suspenseful music)
(thunderbolt)
(suspenseful music)
- How bout an encore.
- Sorry Vox, the show's over.
- I know Black Scorpion.
It's just getting started.
(laser screeching)
(grunts)
Something tells me you're not a fan.
- The only song you'll be
singing is Jail House Rock.
(grunts)
(gasps)
- The fight at Club Run
wasn't the only fight in town last night.
Mayor Worth and Henry Strickland
squared off in a war of words,
and what was the first
of two televised debates
between the candidates.
- Why Captain Strickland thinks
that he can run this city
when he can't even run his
own precinct is beyond me.
- We do the best we can
with the budget cuts
and layoffs.
Do I look fat to you?
- Camera adds ten pounds easy.
- If the latest opinion
poll is any indication,
the portly police captain
was the clear winner
of last night's debate.
- Did you hear that Cap?
- I sure did, he called me portly.
- Yeah, but he didn't call you fat.
Hear, you won the debate.
- I did?
- While 30% of the
population remains undecided,
an overwhelming 50% plans to
cast their vote for Strickland.
That's compared to Mayor
Worth's poultry 20%.
We'll take a look at the weather.
- How can the people turn on me like this?
Don't they realize what I've done to them?
I mean for them?
- [Both] Yes Mr. Mayor,
that's the problem.
You've bled the city dry.
- What because of higher
taxes and unemployment?
- [Both] Not to mention homelessness
and the discontinuation
of social services.
- This city is filled with cry babies.
Give me job, give me
food, give me shelter.
I mean give me a break.
- Aww, is Artie Party upset?
- You're darn right I'm upset.
And you will be too
if that flat foot turns me out of office.
Won't be any more shopping
sprees at Spiffany's
with social security checks.
- Well, you should do
what I do when I'm upset.
- Well, you should do
what I do when I'm upset.
- Oh, I don't think getting
my hair and my nails
gonna do it for me this time, Babette.
- No silly, you should Mambo.
(mambo music)
- Adorable isn't she?
- [Both] Yes sir.
- You see, what we need is a cause.
Totally meaningless to distract the people
from the real issues of the campaign.
- [Both] What about family values?
- Yeah, no, no,
everybody knows that I cheat on my wife,
but you're faithful to your secretary,
and that should count for something.
- Babette, you're not helping,
just stop that bouncing around.
I can't concentrate.
- I'm sorry, the music
just does something to me.
- See, now the kind of cause that we need.
Wait a minute, what did you just say?
- The music just does something to me.
- That's it, what was
the name of that band
that was arrested last night?
- [Both] Bleeding Eardrums, sir.
- Perfect.
See to it that they show up
in Judge Chetham's courtroom.
He owes me big time for
covering up for his drinking.
Tell him to dismiss all
charges against them.
- [Both] Yes sir.
- But Artie, why do we wanna help a band?
- Oh you got that backwards Babette,
I want them to help me.
Well, what do you think?
Best recording studio
campaign money can buy.
- Yeah, so what are we doing here?
- Well, recording your
first album of course.
- Let me get this straight,
first you get the charges
against us dropped.
And now you're backing our careers?
- Well, let's just say
I'm a patron of the arts.
- You like our music?
- Well don't act so surprised.
I'm hip.
I'm now, I'm happening.
Tell em Babette.
- Yeah, he's hip,
he's now, and he's happening.
- See.
- Well none of this is
happening until I get the truth.
- Well, shoot.
Just tell me what you wanna know.
- Are you looking for a tax write off?
- Absolutely not.
I firmly believe that your
album is gonna be a smash hit.
- That's because he hasn't
heard our music yet.
- Well, true, true,
but everyone will after I go on television
and call it dangerous.
Well you know how kids are,
they'll do whatever,
buy anything that their
parents tell them not to.
- So we get a gold record,
and you get reelected.
- Not a bad plan, huh?
- Do you think it will work?
- Well it had better.
I've already written my victory speech.
I've got to broadcast it out over
the old air raid warning system.
- No problem.
Your voters will get the
message loud and clear.
So will all the brats.
- Now, look at this.
(suspenseful music)
(electronics whirring)
- This is the Ultrasonic 2000.
(chuckles)
A one of a kind, state of the art,
ultrasonic tracking device.
Inaudible to the human ear.
Its high pitched hum
will turn your lyrics into orders.
And all the city's
youth will commit crimes
not even realizing they're doing it.
(evil laugh)
What do you say Vox?
- Sounds like a plan.
(laughter)
(siren blaring)
Everybody stop their niece ♪
(gun shots)
Sex like these ♪
This is under siege ♪
(glass breaking)
Take a bat and trash him ♪
Ashes, ashes, it all burns down ♪
We're gonna take they owe us ♪
We're gonna get what we deserve ♪
Everybody get on their knees ♪
This is a disease ♪
Everybody's acting like thieves ♪
This city's under siege ♪
We're gonna take what they owe us ♪
We're gonna get we deserve ♪
(frantic crosstalk)
(rock music)
Under siege ♪
Sing it ♪
Under siege ♪
Sing it ♪
Under siege ♪
Sing it ♪
(excited crosstalk)
- It's just as dangerous
as any submachine gun.
(rock metal)
Under siege ♪
Sing it ♪
Under siege ♪
Sing it ♪
(glass breaking)
Under siege ♪
Sing it ♪
Under siege ♪
Sing it ♪
Under siege ♪
Sing it ♪
Under siege ♪
Sing it ♪
Under siege ♪
Sing it ♪
Under siege ♪
- [Radio Host] Debuting at number 10
on our red hot request list
is the band that the mayor
warned us not to listen to.
Here they are The Bleeding Eardrums
with Brains on the Sidewalk.
(chuckles)
- Steve look.
(rock music)
- [Steve] Pull over here, pull over.
- What about me?
- [Steve] Pull over, let me out,
I want you to drive around the back
and come up on them from behind.
Either way they run, we got em.
- What makes you think they're gonna run?
- Darse, they always run.
(rock music)
(incoherent arguing)
- Police.
Drop your weapons.
(chuckles)
(crashes and grunts)
- Brains on the sidewalk,
oh we got the sidewalk,
all we need is the brains.
Yo.
- You can say that again.
(suspenseful music)
(grunts)
(suspenseful music)
(grunting)
(suspenseful music)
(squeal)
Now that's music to my ears.
- Climbing to the number one spot
after just two weeks on the charts,
The Bleeding Eardrum's album
had spawned three top ten hit.
Stores are having trouble
keeping it on the shelf.
And lines like the one you see
behind me are not uncommon.
In fact there have been
numerous reports of violence
as some crowds have grown impatient.
Fortunately, there have been
no incidence at this store,
this crowd has been very well behaved.
Guys you wanna give me some space here,
I'm trying to do a story.
Guys!
I'm Don MacDonald reporting live,
at least for now, help!
(suspenseful music)
- Keep filming,
this is what you call a breaking story.
(cheering and jeering)
- More like a bone breaking story.
- Speaking of breaking bones.
- Black Scorpion.
Let's kick her butt.
(cheering)
(grunting)
(cheering)
(cheering)
(grunting)
(cheering)
(cheering)
(suspenseful music)
(cheering)
(suspenseful music)
Film at 11.
(excited crosstalk)
(excited crosstalk)
(gunshots)
(tires squealing)
(rock music)
(gunshots)
(rock music)
(tires screech)
(sirens)
(gunshots)
(rock music)
(slow suspenseful music)
- [Police Radio] Attentional all units,
drive by shooters are
heading North on Halo Way.
Suspects are in a graffiti covered sedan.
Use extreme caution.
Over.
(suspenseful music)
(tires squeal)
(laser buzzes)
(gunshots)
(rock music)
(rock music)
(tires squeal)
(explosion)
(crash)
(yelling)
(gunshots)
(engine revs)
(yelling and screaming)
(explosion)
(suspenseful music)
(footsteps)
(suspenseful music)
(rock music)
Argyle.
Argyle.
Argyle.
- Ouch, whoa.
Blue you scared the
bejesus out of me girl.
- Look, I need to pick your brain.
- Huh, it's not gonna rain, it's sunny.
- I didn't say rain, I said brain.
You got cotton in your ears?
- Wait, I can't hear you
I got cotton in my ears.
Whoo.
- Could I ask why?
- That's why.
- Sounds like The Bleeding Eardrum.
- Ever since Mayor Worth
slammed them on T.V.
Tender Lovin's been like
their number one fan,
it's all she ever talks about,
she says, if anything he
hates it can't be that bad.
It's all she does is play that CD
over and over and over again.
- Actually, that's what I need you to do.
- Oh no, not you too Blue.
- No, don't worry, I'm the
farthest thing from a fan.
I just have this suspicion
that there's gotta be a connection between
the city's rising crime and
this band's rise in sales.
- Are we talking subliminal messages?
- I don't know, all I know is this stuff's
playing at every crime scene in town.
- Alright, listen,
I'll do it under one condition.
- What's that?
- You buy the Asprin.
- Kay, oh and by the way, nice overalls.
- [Argyle] Thanks.
- Okay, let's give it a shot.
- Wow.
- Wow, wow, is right.
Man, speakers are great.
Makes me wanna dance.
- You hate to dance.
- I know, but the music, it just,
it's making me wanna move.
- You're not--
(groans)
(chuckles)
I mean the music even
makes you wanna move.
- Oh, come on, come on, come on, come on,
I'm not doing anything crazy,
you know, it's not like I'm going out
committing armed robbery.
- Alright, maybe not.
- No.
- Look, all I'm saying is that,
I think music has an effect on people.
- Mhmm.
- I remember the story that the lieutenant
used to tell me about how
he proposed to my mother.
He told her he was
taking her on a stakeout
and they drove down to the pier,
parked there for over three hours,
waiting for a suspect right.
(chuckles)
What he's really waiting
for was a song Chances Are.
- Mhmm.
- You know the song.
- Mhmm.
- He was waiting for that
song to play on the radio.
He called it insurance
because he knew there was no way my mother
could say no as long as Johnny Mathis
was singing their song.
It worked.
- Obviously, here you are.
(deep breath)
My parents had a song too.
- Yeah?
- Yeah, Unforgettable.
- Ugh.
- Remember that?
- Great song.
- Great song.
(romantic music)
(phone rings)
(sigh)
(phone rings)
- Hello.
Hey Veronica.
Yeah I'm free for dinner tomorrow night.
Why don't I meet you at your place.
Great, alright, see you then, bye.
(suspenseful music)
So, where were we?
- We were just at me leaving.
- Don't you wanna finish
our dance Mr. Unforgettable?
- We don't have to, you
know, you made your point
about music making you feel things.
You know, it's almost as if we actually
thought we were--
- What?
- Feeling things that we
weren't really feeling.
It's crazy.
- Yeah.
Crazy.
- Yeah.
- Are you crazy?
What makes you think
you're gonna be promoted
to captain when Strickland leaves?
- Cause I'm a natural born leader.
- Yeah, you lead the retreat
when inferno attacked City Hall.
- Okay, who do you
think should be captain?
- Well I think I'm the obvious choice.
(scoffs)
Hey you cannot deny I don't
have great organizational skills.
- Why cause you organized
a floating crap game?
- Exactly.
- Right, which got us busted
by our own department,
didn't it?
- That was a minor miscalculation.
The point is that I'm
best suited to take over
when Strickland gets elected.
- Strickland's not getting elected.
At least what the Angel's Harold says.
- What are you talking about cap?
- See for yourself.
The latest poll shows
that Mayor Worth's got 60% of the vote.
- How did that happen?
- The voters are buying Mayor Worth's
censorship campaign faster than their kids
are buying Vox's records.
I don't understand it,
what could be on that thing?
- The supersubquantum tackion propelled
ultrasonic receptor wave.
- Could you translate
that into English please?
- Look the mayor authorized Angel Tech
to do a research invention
called the Technotrans 2000.
It makes a high pitched hum,
kind of like a dog whistle.
- Now how do you know all that?
Work at Angel Tech is top secret.
- Blue, it's the computer age,
nothing is top secret, duh.
Look, check this out.
The Technotrans 2000 opens
up the cerebral cortex
exposing an unused portion of the brain.
Now the hum then stimulates
this hunk of gray matter
and releases a chemical
that puts the listener
in kind of a trance.
- So Vox's lyrics become orders.
- Exactly.
Look at this, Brains on the Sidewalk,
Driveby, City Under Siege.
- And hits just keep coming.
- Yeah but it's track 12
that worries me the most.
- Pop the cops?
- It's Tender Lovin's favorite song.
She listens to that over and over again.
- Well I hope you got
the CD away from her.
- I would've but she's on her
way to the precinct right now.
- The precinct, what's
she doing down there?
- She was gonna meet you there for dinner.
- Yeah, but I told her I'd meet her here.
- She must have misunderstood.
Look you better get down there
before she shoots one
of your fellow officers.
- No you mean we better get down there
before one shoots her, let's go.
- Dr. Rafferty.
- Oh, Veronica, hey,
what are you doing here?
- Well I'm looking for Darcy.
- Oh, you know, she's not here
right at the moment, but you're
more than welcome to wait.
- Kay, thanks.
- Faster, go faster.
- I'm going as fast as I can.
- Then maybe it's time we change cars.
- What are you talking about?
- Your computer, activate autotransform.
(laser buzzes)
- Autorevert.
- What are you doing?
- What are you doing?
- This is a job for Black Scorpion.
- Wrong!
Look if the Scorpion-wheel
pulls up to the station
there's gonna be cops all over it.
There's no way we'll get inside,
not to mention out.
- I never thought of that.
- Alright, now look we're just gonna
have to save Veronica without
Black Scorpion's help.
- Mmm, ah!
Meck.
Man.
Ugh.
(Vox's Pop the Cop plays faintly)
(motor whirring)
- She flipped me off, did you see?
- She flipped me off, did you see?
82 years old and she gonna flip me off.
(tires squeal)
Cops fight crime ♪
The kids are down all
and now it's party time ♪
Got the only education you need ♪
(gun cocks)
- Veronica.
(rock music)
- Hey Raff.
- What's up Steven.
- What are you doing?
- Hey guys I think we may have
a little situation here on our hands.
- What?
- Jesus, freeze police.
- Raff, what's going on?
- Cap!
- Not now I'm on the
phone with Angel's Harolds
ready to do some damage control.
- Yeah, so are we.
Radford is about get his head blown off.
- Ah, oh what a day I'm having.
I'll call you back.
(tires screeching)
(rock music)
Young lady, this is Captain Strickland,
soon to be Mayor Strickland.
- Captain, please.
(rock music)
(tires squealing)
- Sorry.
Now listen to me, if you
don't put down your gun,
my men are gonna be forced to shoot.
- Wait, wait, don't shoot.
- She doesn't know what she's doing.
- You sure about that?
- No Worth was right about the music,
look it's controlling her.
- This is not gonna be
good for my campaign.
- Tender Lovin' please baby,
put the gun down, please, please.
- You're not gonna get through to her
as long as she's got the headphones on.
- Well I'll take them off of her then.
Then again, maybe I won't.
- Alright, stand in front of me.
- Why?
- I got a plan, just stand in front of me.
- As long as you don't
use me as human shield.
(laser buzzes)
(explosion)
- [Slugger] I got the gun, I got the gun!
- [All] Get her!
- [Argyle] Hey, hey, hey, don't hurt her,
don't hurt her!
Tender Lovin' baby.
(crosstalk and yelling)
- [Slugger] Back off!
- What am I doing here?
- It's okay.
- You're under arrest.
- [Veronica] For what?
- For assaulting a police officer.
- No, no, she's not the
one we should be arresting.
- Then who is?
(rock music)
- Put your hands in the air!
- We don't take requests.
- This isn't a request.
- Now get your hands up.
- You're starting to sound
like a broken record detective.
Speaking of breaking records.
(electronics beeping)
Scram, get outta here.
(suspenseful music)
- Hey, you're not going anywhere!
(laser screeches)
- Give it up Vox.
- This one's going out
just for you detective.
(laser screeches)
(gunshot)
One more time.
(suspenseful music)
(grunts)
- You have the right to remain silent.
And I advise that you just that
because you're under arrest.
- Okay, wait, wait a minute,
wait a minute, not yet.
Wait, not yet.
Uh, okay.
Uh, okay.
Now.
- Like I said, you're under arrest.
- What are the charges?
- Distribution of dangerous materials
intended to harm the public,
and resisting arrest.
- [Strickland] Don't
forget noise pollution.
- Everybody's a critic.
- Smile and say landslide.
(inspirational instrumental)
- Hot off the press is
Strickland's approval rating
shoots up to 66.3% in the poll for mayor.
- Show some respect Rafferty.
- Yeah, excuse me that's Mr. Mayor.
- Now, come on, I'm not the mayor yet.
- Oh, but you will be soon enough, Cap.
- Yeah, not soon enough for me.
- Hey, guys, guys, listen to this.
- New allegations have surfaced
since Vox Populi's arrest.
The leather clad lead singer
has denied knowledge
of the ultrasonic waves
found on her CD and accused Mayor Worth
of using campaign funds to
finance the deadly disk.
So far, however, she has
been unable to prove.
- And she never will,
at least not once we
destroy the paper trail.
Come on shred, shred, shred.
- Ooo, how about this one?
The legal campaign contributions.
Kickbacks.
- Oh, yeah, well, might as well,
we can use it as confetti
in my victory parade.
Shred.
- Artie do you still think we can win?
- Well of course, all we gotta do
is come up with the right
spin on all of this.
Can't you yes men shred any faster?
- [Both] Yes, Mr. Mayor.
- Alright, now see that's
what I like to hear.
- Well what about Vox
singing to the authorities?
- Well let that jailbird
sing all she wants.
Who's gonna listen to
her behind bars, huh?
Shred.
- Aww, Vox, what's the matter?
There's no mint on your
pillow this morning?
- You'd better watch yourself.
Everybody's gonna listen to me
when I get outta here.
- Oh, well, you're not
gonna get outta here.
Progate Penn is escape proof.
- Isn't that what you told Flashpoint
and the Gangster Prankster?
- Vox you woo me,
that was before I enhanced the security.
I've added two guards to every jailer.
In fact here comes your two right now.
(rock music)
- Reporting for duty Warden Brickhouse.
- Not like that you're not.
You're in violation of Section Five,
Paragraph Four, Subhead Three
of the Prison Guard's Handbook,
which states that when
you put your uniform on,
you should be buttoned from
your cuff to your collar
to present an appearance that
has more decorum and order.
- I think he wants us to button up.
- Bingo.
And I want you to turn off that music too,
that's also in the
handbook too, no radios.
- But it's not a radio, sir.
- Well what is it?
- A boombox.
- The operative word being boom.
(grunts)
Do it girls!
(evil laugh)
(explosion)
(grunts)
(evil laughter)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music)
(gunshot)
(bang)
(tires screeching)
- Because of the efforts of my precinct,
Vox Populi is in jail.
And her music is off the shelf.
- Well that's all well and good Captain,
but let us not forget who
exposed her in the first place.
- Talk about exposed.
(explosion)
- Believe me I haven't forgotten.
- Vox.
(nervous laugh)
- Time to play that tune.
(laser screeches)
- Come on let's go.
Darce?
- Uh uh.
(laser screeches)
(grunting)
(suspenseful music)
Nobody listened to us
when we played our music
or when we told you that
the mayor set us up.
Well from now on,
everyone's going to listen to us,
24 hours a day, seven days a week,
and on every radio station in the city.
- I don't think I like the sound of that.
- Well here's a sound
you're gonna like even less.
(high pitched guitar notes)
That was a warning.
If you turn a deaf ear on my demands,
I'll make you deaf permanently.
(guitar strums)
- Once again, Vox has become
the political hot potato
of the mayoral race.
Captain Strickland has
ordered radio stations
to play The Bleeding Eardrums album
in an effort to ensure public safety.
Mayor Worth, however, has
overridden these mandates,
refusing to give in to the demands
of what he called terrorists.
- What?
- As a result, the public
now sees the mayor as tough,
and unwavering, while they
look at Captain Strickland
as a coward and a pushover,
explaining why Worth has
now claimed 69% of the vote.
- 69%!
- Yeah!
- 69's my favorite number!
- Yeah!
- [Both] Congratulations, Mr. Mayor.
- I think we should celebrate.
- Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
- I bet I am.
- Everybody, mambo!
(mambo music)
(giggles)
- These supersonic audio plugs
should protect your ears
from Vox's high note.
- Right, but the question is
how do we protect everyone else?
- That's your headache, not mine.
- No that is your headache
unless you help me figure out how Vox
plans on deafening the city.
(sighs)
Do you think she's gonna
send out soundwaves
over the radio stations?
- Hmm, I doubt it.
If she could hijack the signals
from the satalite transmitter,
she wouldn't have demanded
that the diskjockies
play her music, she would have
just broadcast it herself.
Nah Blue, I'm thinkin' she's
gonna do it another way.
- I think you're right.
But how?
- With speakers, big ones,
placed in strategic
locations all over the city.
- But where are we gonna get em?
- There already there Screech.
- Where?
- Everywhere.
Courtesy of Mayor Worth
and his enormous ego.
(evil laughing)
- The air raid sirens!
- The what?
- They're on the roof of every courthouse,
police station, and every other
government building in this city.
- Yeah, I know, but they
haven't been used since wartime.
What makes you think
they're even gonna work?
- This does.
(suspenseful music)
- What a maintenance report?
- I got it from the computer
at Mayor Worth's office.
He had every siren cleaned
up in overhaul last month.
- Really?
Then that's gotta be it.
- Yeah, but there's hundreds of them?
- Which one would Vox
choose to broadcast from?
- Huh, the biggest one.
- Which one would that be?
- Bingo.
The roof of City Hall.
(rock music)
- Testing, one, two, three.
Hello City of Angels.
This is Vox.
I told you you'd be hearing from me again.
Well now, hear this.
(rock guitar music)
(evil laugh)
(high pitched guitar)
(yelling)
(explosion)
(high pitched guitar)
(grunting)
(laser screeches)
(explosion)
- Mind if I give you a little feedback.
- Black Scorpion.
- Time to face the music girls.
- How dare she interrupt us.
- We were in the middle of a jam.
- Now she's in a jam.
Get her girls.
(suspenseful music)
(grunting)
- They say music soothes the savage beast.
(suspenseful music)
(grunting)
I guess they're right.
- Alright, Black Scorpion,
you listen and you listen good.
(high pitched guitar note)
You wanna play sweet cakes.
(suspenseful music)
(grunting)
(grunting)
(suspenseful music)
(grunting)
- Now it's your turn to listen.
- What are you doing?
- Sending you out on a high note.
(loud guitar note)
(screaming)
Vox has left the building)
(suspenseful music)
- Welcome back to action,
a selection night coverage.
Countings from the last five
districts have just come in.
Winning the mayor race with
a startling 71% of the vote
is Arthur Worth.
- Oh, I don't believe it.
- I demand a recount.
- Oh, a recount's not gonna
help with that wide a margin.
- Well I guess I better
go outside and concede.
- It's the worst day of my life.
- Mine too.
- Cheer up fellas, there's a
bright side to all of this.
- There is?
- What's that?
- I'm still your captain.
- Oh happy day.
- But not just reelected a mayor,
you have crowned a king.
- Why don't I just put some music on.
- Ugh, would you please,
I think that's a great idea.
(somber note)
(fast paced rock instrumental)