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- Ultraforce! - Ultraforce!

(psychadelic music)

- Ultraforce! - Ultraforce!

- Ultraforce! - Ultraforce!

(light music)

(women laughing)

- Unbelievable.

- Name's Ghoul.

Pleased to meet you.

(women screaming)

Ah, been there, done that.

- Whoa, what the--

(yelling)

(crashing)

(fastpaced music)

- Admit it, tin head.

you're nothing without this suit.

- Says who, beefcake?

- Inconsiderate!

Immature!

Imm-

Imbecilic.

- Hey, it isn't my fault the protoflake

can't handle the truth.

You're not a real Ultra.

You're just a hired gun and a cybersuit.

(grunting)

- We are supposed to be a team here, remember?

(phone ringing)

- Morning.

Malibu Zoo.

- [Woman On Phone] Jimmy.

- For you, Proto.

It's your mother.

- Unbelievable.

- Mom, you okay?

What's wrong?

- We've got trouble in the neighborhood, Jimmy.

- Trouble?

What kind of trouble?

- There are strange things happening to the people here.

I'm scared, Jimmy.

Please come home.

- Okay, Mom.

I'm on my way.

- Aw, did Mommy tell Jimmy he couldn't come out to play?

- Is everything all right?

- Hey, Prototype.

Where you goin'?

- What do you care?

I'm not an Ultra, you aren't my family,

and I'm outta here.

- [Boss] Just what do you think you're doing, Ruiz?

- [Jimmy] I need a holiday, okay?

I'm going home.

- I decide your vacations,

and Ultra Tech can't afford to have you

running off with our suit!

- [Jimmy] But it's okay to run off with UltraForce?

- That's business!

You are not going to some slum

in Ultra Tech's 50 million dollar suit!

- [Jimmy] From now on, don't call me.

I'll call you.

I guess I still miss this place.

- Jimmy!

What have they done to you?

- It's no big thing, Mom.

Sub-dermal implant terminals.

They allow the suit to respond to me faster.

- I worry about you, Jimmy.

- I know, Mom.

So what's going on?

- I can't explain it, Jimmy.

Your friends, they--

- What, Mom, what?

- Something has changed them.

Something evil.

- [Jimmy] I don't know what's going on around here,

but I'm not leaving 'til I do.

- Check the Space Man.

- [Jimmy] Hector, is that you?

Man, what happened to you?

- What's it to you, Ruiz?

- Come on, homie.

What's up with all the muscles?

- You ain't no homie to me.

- Yeah! - That's right!

(shots blasting)

(car tires screeching)

(groaning)

- [Jimmy] Hector, you okay?

You been hit?

- No, man, he's just zukin' out.

He'll be okay.

- [Jimmy] What?

Whoa, man.

What's goin' on?

Hey, what is that stuff?

- It's just the zuke pod.

Relax.

- [Jimmy] Just a zuke pod?

I saw what it did to you.

- Yeah, well, it makes you feel good.

- So, it like, buffs you out, okay?

Makes you look like you wanna look.

What's wrong with that?

- [Jimmy] And what about those punks

trying to smoke you in broad daylight?

- Those are Marcelo's guys.

We're on his turf.

- [Jimmy] Marchelo?

- Yeah.

He lost his cool when The Pump moved in on him.

- [Jimmy] The Pump?

- That's the dude that fronts us the zuke.

- [Jimmy] Don't tell me you guys

are slingin' for this Pump guy.

- Back off, Ruiz.

You leave home and grab the brass ring.

You don't get to come back and shoot your mouth.

- Yeah! - Definitely!

- Go back to Hollywood where you belong, Ultra Hero.

- [Jimmy] I'm here to see Marcelo.

- Get lost, kid.

- I said I wanna see Marcelo now.

- Get lost.

Whoa!

- It's okay, Big Joey.

Jimmy Ruiz.

Isn't this a nice surprise!

Come in!

What brings you back here?

- Zuke.

- Zuke?

What's that?

- Don't gimmie that.

I saw what you did to Hector.

- Look, Ruiz.

I know all about you and Ultra Tech,

and I think we can help each other out.

- How?

(orchestral music)

What's that, some kind of Halloween mask?

- Ha, I wish.

Listen, that's no mask.

This guy is pure evil.

Look, Jimmy,

I need you to do something.

You take out The Pumpkin for me,

and I'll get you your neighborhood back.

- Marcelo, I just heard,

Jimmy!

What are you doing here?

- Rita!

I could ask you the same question.

About your offer, I'm no hitman.

If your boys come down on Hector again,

I'll be on you before you can blink.

- You used to be tight with Jimmy, weren't you?

Look.

I need him to take out The Pump.

You, make it happen.

- Whatever you want.

For now.

Wait!

Oh, Jimmy.

I thought you'd never come back.

- Yeah, right.

- So, what did you expect?

You're the one that left.

- I was gonna come back when I had it made.

Maybe that was stupid, but my life has changed a lot.

Come on, I wanna show you something.

It's the latest alloy from Ultra Tech.

Just about indestructible.

It packs two 300 megahertz plasma blasters.

That's for enemy armor.

And it has a built-in stealth mode interface.

And boot jets with a cruising speed of Mock Two.

- Impressive.

You could take out The Pump, then march out easy.

Could I try it on?

- (chuckles) I don't think it will work

with anybody but me.

These things run the suit's juice through my body.

I'll tell you want.

I'll put I on to fly you home, okay?

(daunting music)

- [Pump] Well, well, well.

We have a new brother in the neighborhood.

- Hey, you two.

This is our street.

Come on out, or you're gonna be sorry

you ever stepped on our turf.

- Am I?

Oh, Sludge, you have the bottles?

- Don't make The Pump mad, you little pup, chicks.

- Get away from me, you freak!

(yelling)

- (sinister laugher) Too bad it isn't permanent.

- Now, now, Pistol.

Sludge frightened those boys quite enough.

- [Pistol] How much longer do we have to wait, Pump?

- Don't be so anxious.

Our friend, Mr. Ruiz, will be here soon.

Our watchers saw him leave with Marcelo's woman.

There, you see, Pistol?

Now that wasn't too long, was it? (snickering)

Now we can go.

I just wanted to confirm that Prototype

has formed an alliance with Marcelo.

- I got the salooky.

Salacious.

- Permit me to anticipate you, my dear Sludge.

The solution to a vexing problem.

Young Ruiz must be eliminated.

(sinister laugh) Are we agreed?

- Give me the word, Pump.

And the eliminatin' begins.

- Such an eager lad.

- Oh, Jimmy.

I'm so glad you're back.

- Don't worry about it.

(heaving and coughing)

- [Jimmy] Call the cops.

Hurry!

- Can't breathe.

- Don't move.

Help is on the way.

- (snickers) Why, Prototype, I didn't know you cared.

(daunting music)

(Jimmy yelling)

(fastpaced music)

Get him while his helmet's off, Sludge!

- You little creep.

Who gave you all those weapons?

- [Pump] I must highly confess.

It was I.

- Lord Pumpkin.

- Was it my lovely orange complexion that gave me away?

- More like the smell of rotting vegetables.

(lasers zapping)

- Are you all right, my young protege?

- No sweat, Pump.

- Excellent.

- [Pistol] Should I finish the job?

- Don't you think he's already fished?

- It's finished, the word you're looking for.

Now, let's leave him in peace, or pieces,

and see what happens.

- Jimmy!

Jimmy?

I gotta find a way to dig that suit outta there.

(orchestral music)

(booming and zapping)

Wow!

Are you sure you're all right?

That explosion was some kind of electrical thing.

Like lightning.

- I'm fine.

- Well, it's a good thing you had on your suit

or you could have been really hurt.

- You sound just like Prime.

I do fine with or without that suit.

- I know that.

You're the best.

I hate it when I hear people say

that you couldn't cut it if it weren't for that suit.

- They do, huh?

Well, let me tell you something.

This is my neighborhood.

Me, Jimmy Ruiz.

Not Prototype.

And I'm not letting Marcelo or Pumpkin

or anybody mess it up.

- [Rita] Oh, Jimmy, be careful.

- The first thing I'm gonna do

is shut down this zuke business.

- Now you're mine.

(blues rock music)

- I thought I told you to go back to Hollywood, Ruiz.

- Look, all I want is some information.

- Dial 411.

- Come on, Hector.

You and me used to be tight.

- Let me guess.

You wanna find out about Lord Pumpkin and the Zuke.

You wanna play Ultra Hero with your UltraForce friends.

- No, it's not like that.

- We like zuke, see.

- Yeah! - Yeah!

- Zuke! - Zuke!

- Zuke! - Zuke!

- Zuke's what's happening,

and you ain't gonna mess it up.

(action music)

- I don't wanna hurt you, man.

- Hurt me?

I'm gonna send you home in a toothpaste tube.

(Hector yelling)

(booming) (glass shattering)

(groaning)

- Hector.

Oh, man.

You all right?

Don't tell me I did this.

- Jimmy?

It was like a shock or somethin'.

Guess I was really zuked out.

- We'll get you help, Hector.

I promise.

- You still wanna go after The Pump?

It's all in here.

Jimmy?

Watch yourself.

(sinister laughter)

- Life is good, young Pistol.

(dastardly music)

Who said there were no alligators in the New York sewers?

Zuke will make this vast city Lord Pumpkin's pie,

and you, dear boy, shall always have the biggest

and juiciest slice.

- You really mean that, Pump?

- (cackling) To paraphrase Shakespeare's Shylock,

I am a pumpkin.

Hath not a pumpkin affections?

- Yeah?

Well what about me?

You said you'd, he, ha,

help me!

- You did promise him more Zuke, Pump.

- Whatever you say, dear boy.

- Whoa!

- Take care, young Pistol.

You're, too, tending the morsel for the hungry zuke heads.

Very well, Sludge.

Have your zuke.

- That's more like it.

If you didn't control the zuke,

I'd lock you up for 1,000 years.

- Las, Pistol, when Sludge is restored to himself,

he's just another tiresome New York City cop.

- There's nothing tiresome about just,

jostling, justice.

(yelling)

Give me more zuke!

- My dear, Sludge, you know better.

You must first do me a service.

(sinister laugh)

Here's your chance to earn more zuke, Sludge.

I rather thought Young Ruiz would come calling,

but where's that suit of his?

- We're dusting the pumpkin.

Lookie here, it's Ruiz minus the suit.

Oh, this is great!

Two for the price of one.

One minute and counting, boys.

- No, Marcelo, stop!

- Don't tell me you're still soft on the guy.

- No, baby.

'Course not.

It's just, we can use him, his suit.

We should find out where he's got it.

It's gotta be worth something.

- 50 million bucks something!

Good idea, baby.

We'll search his mom's place after we take care of The Pump.

Okay, boys.

It's smashin' pumpkin time!

Let Ruiz take the brunt of it.

(intense orchestral music)

- Huh?

(glass shattering)

Pumpkin!

- Really, Ruiz, you might have tried ringing the bell.

(laser shots blasting)

Oh, dear, dear.

And I just finished decorating.

I can't have this.

(bubbles gurgling)

(yelling)

If you want more zuke, my disgusting friend, earn it!

Go after them!

- Oh, come on.

Let me go too, Pump.

Don't let the big jerk have all the fun.

(yelling)

Give me some space, you big booger.

- Whoa!

(zapping) (booming)

Whoa!

- Too bad, Sludge.

No zuke for you.

I found him first.

You are ancient history.

- Nobody says Jimmy Ruiz is history.

Especially a four-foot punk like you.

(Jimmy groaning)

- What the?

(yelling)

("UltraForce Theme")