Original subtitles

(intense music)

- [Narrator] Previously on Ultraforce:

- There are strange things happening to people here.

I'm scared, Jimmy, please come home.

- Okay, mom. I'm on my way!

(screaming)

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

I've never had this problem before.

Hector!

Awe man, you alright?

Don't tell me I did this.

Lord Pumpkin.

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

- You take out the Pumpkin for me,

and I'll get you your neighborhood back.

- Get him while his helmet's off, Sludge!

(gunfire)

- I hate it when I hear people say that you couldn't cut it

if it weren't for that suit.

- Young Ruiz must be eliminated.

(laughing evilly)

Are we agreed?

(electricity surging) (groaning)

(electricity surging)

- Somebody!

Help me!

Can't stop this!

(laughing evilly)

(cracking)

- Watch him, he's gonna blow!

(electricity surging)

- Curious, it's mutating!

(squeaking)

(laughing evilly)

(yelling)

- With Ruiz's energy boosting's effect,

zuke will be so addictive, nobody can take it.

Eager customers for life!

Time to go, Pistol, Sludge can handle things from here.

- Hey, what, uh oh.

(screaming)

(explosive booming)

Got to get him back to Pump before he weights, wakes.

- Hold on, Boogerman. Ruiz is mine.

- Wanna fight about it, you little pickle, piglet, pygmy!

(gasping)

Ruiz is worth his work in, his wage in...

(roaring) He's worth big time zuke.

Now, out of the way.

- So, running scared, are we?

- We got us a war coming, and we're gonna be ready.

(gasping)

Whoa!

- It ain't our fault we smell,

that freak Ruiz blew up the whole sewer.

- He did what?

- Without his suit?

So where is he now?

- The Pump's big geek hauled him off

before we could dig ourselves out.

- I've called a meeting with Lord Pumpkin.

- Whoa!

- This is how you plan to beat the Pump at his own game?

By growing your own zuke?

- Beautiful, aren't they?

You guys set up an ambush downstairs.

The rest of us will be at Pumpkin's theater.

I'm gonna make sure I'm the only one who controls zuke.

- Get ready for D-Day.

- You mean P-Day.

The Pumpkin's gonna roll.

You coming?

- Senseless violence is your department.

- [Lord Pumpkin] Splendid work, young Pistol.

- Pistol?

I was the one that drug, drooged, dragged Ruiz back here.

- Mere brawn, Sludge.

A mule might have done the same.

- [Ruiz] (moaning)

- Splendid, my zuke plants are simply wild

to get their tendrils on Ruiz.

- [Pistol] Lucky for you,

the zuke can't get past those candles.

- Yes, I'm afraid they give vegetables a bad name.

When Ruiz wakes up, find out what he knows

about these energy powers of his.

Then feed him to the plants.

- Not until I get until my zu-, zupes!

- Could you mean zuke?

- You did promise some to the big dib.

- Fine, help yourself, Sludge.

- Ah!

- No, then follow orders, extra tentacle.

You'll get all the zuke you want

after you fertilize my garden with Ruiz.

Once it's absorbed his energy,

zuke shall be the most addictive substance

in the history of human stupidity!

Come along, young Pistol.

We must meet with Marcello.

- Sorry kid, tough bleak, brook, break!

- What?

(groaning)

- Oh man, I can talk again, I'm me again!

This stuff is great, even better than before.

- So that's why you're working for the Pump.

- Yeah, tough luck for you, Ruiz.

I got my ogres, orders.

- Wait, I remember you, you're Frank Hoag, right?

You're a policeman.

- Was a p-, pol, policeman!

Say goodbye, Ruiz.

- Hey kid, it's a set up.

They're inside waiting for you.

- Don't listen to her, Pump.

She's Marcello's babe.

- There's only one way to find out.

- This is stupid, the Pump ain't coming.

(screaming)

- Wanna see 'em dance, Pump?

Dance!

(gunshots)

(screaming)

Where ya going, guys?

The party's just beginning!

- You got a problem with doors?

- Now now, my young sociopath.

This young lady did so kindly warn us.

- That's right, I wanna make a deal.

- Please, do continue.

- Marcello's organizing all the south side gangs

and as you can see, plans to take over your zuke business.

- He can't do that, he's cutting in on our turf!

Let me at him!

- Patience, dear boy, this could be interesting!

- If you had Prototype fighting for you,

you could blast Marcello's punks into oblivion.

And I can make it happen.

- And your price?

- I get Marcello's piece of the action and half of yours.

- Is that all? (laughing)

What of Mr. Ruiz?

- Feed him to the zuke for all I care.

- You're some piece of work, lady.

I thought you and him were sweethearts.

- That was before he took off to be mister rich and famous.

So, we have a deal?

- There may be a problem.

- Looks like Boogerman is keeping to the program, uh oh.

- Sludge, stop!

It looks as though we have ourselves a deal, young lady.

- [Sludge] Guess you licked, locked, lucked out for now!

- What happened to you, Hoag?

How'd you get like this?

- Long story, kid.

I made some bad mistakes with some bad people,

ending with a close encounter with some toxic waste.

I'm sorry, Ruiz, it's nothing Persian,

parsonage, d'oh, personal!

(screaming)

- The zuke is wearing off again.

- There's plenty more where that came from, Ruiz.

Pumpkin owes me.

- He's just using you, don't you see?

Each hit is lasting shorter and shorter.

Pretty soon, you'll need a warehouse full

and even that won't do it.

You're an addict, man.

- How many times did I used to tell that to the crab heads,

crack heads, oh!

What have I become?

Detective Sergeant Hoag, he doesn't exact, exist anymore!

- Sure he does, come on, help me out.

We'll take down the Pump together.

- Yes, by all means, do help him, Sludge.

- [Rita] Jimmy, it's you!

- Rita, they've got Rita!

- Say goodbye to your girlfriend, Ruiz.

- Jimmy, you gotta help me!

- Rita, Rita!

- Rita!

- Jimmy, save me, Jimmy!

- Rita, Rita!

That's Marcello's place, we've gotta help her.

- Something's wrong, this isn't the pork's, pink's,

Pump's style.

- Who cares about style?

(groaning)

- Cool it, kid, you'll snort, start, short circuit.

- I don't know what's going on,

I never had this power before.

That zuke must work as a damper.

When I'm all torqued up,

I guess it keeps me from going ballistic.

I can't worry about that now, I've gotta save Rita.

- Pump's back?

Those idiot's didn't take care of him?

Well don't just stand there, get him!

(engines revving)

- [Sludge] She could be setting you up, Ruiz.

It smells like a treat, trap!

- Why would Rita do that?

- A cop's hitch, hatch, hunch!

- I'm outta here.

- She is working for the Pump.

Ruiz, walk, weak, wait!

(gasping)

(torpedoes firing)

(explosion booming)

(screaming)

(explosions booming)

(screaming)

- [Prototype] Rita!

Let her go, creep.

- She's all yours, Prototype.

Once you've helped me finish off Marcello's men.

(muffled screaming)

- Okay Rita, this is just for you.

Now get moving, get inside.

(intense music)

(lasers blasting)

- [Television] The south side is a war zone tonight,

as rival gangs square off in a full-scale drug war.

The strangest part of all this is the appearance

of Prototype, Ultra-Tech's high paid pitch man,

who has obviously taken sides in this battle.

- What the?

- Come on, he needs us.

- Rocket Boy needs our help?

Let's do it.

- I'm overloading, can't take much more.

(lasers blasting)

- Take out Prototype.

With him out of the picture, we got it made.

(lasers blasting)

I smell victory.

(yelling)

(screaming)

- Yeah, this is better than the movies!

- I'll say.

Welcome to primetime, boys.

(screaming)

- Prototype, you okay?

- Yeah, now that you're here.

Can you help with this?

- We are fighting the bad guys, aren't we?

- Anywhere you look, there's only bad guys here.

- (laughing evilly) Better and better.

Soon, the entire Ultraforce will be fighting on our side.

Pistol, what are you doing?

Come back here!

- Can't Pump, I gotta get some action!

Yeah!

- Gotta save a friend of mine,

can you finish the job without me?

- Dumb question, Protoflake.

- You know what I think of you.

- Yeah.

- Yeah, still, I'm glad you're on my side.

(laughing)

- Ah, no!

- Fun's over, Pistol.

- Let go of me.

When the Pump hears about this...

- I'm counting on it.

- For a moment there,

I was quite worried for dear young Pistol.

But this is a splendid turn of events.

- Trade you Pump: your little psychopath for Rita.

- Very fair trade, wouldn't you say, dear?

(muffled screaming)

- It's okay, Rita, everything's gonna be okay now.

- I rather think that depends on one's point of view.

Come young Pistol, I think it's time we departed.

- Hold it, you two-faced liar!

I delivered Ruiz, now you deliver your end!

You rotten gourd!

- You had a deal with him?

- Get real, Jimmy.

I'm sick and tired of playing the airhead.

- Rather delightful resolution eh, young Pistol?

But we're missing one last element: the coup de gras.

(gusting wind)

(laughing evilly)

- Rita!

- Jimmy!

- I'd stay to chat, but I can see you're all tied up.

Come along, young Pistol.

(screaming)

- Rita, get outta here!

- Whoa!

- Great fin, friend you are!

- No, Hoag don't, get out of here!

- Somebody's gotta stop the lump, the lard,

the Lord Pumpkin.

That's gotta be you, kid.

Go for his candle, his wick, it's the only way to beat him.

- Hoag, no!

- While you do the Pump, I'll do the zuke.

I'm calling a halt to all this misery and addition,

addiction!

(dramatic music)

(breaking glass)

- Ah!

- Lord Pumpkin, just who I wanted to see.

- What the?

- You're squash!

(laughing evilly)

(flames flickering)

- Nighty night, Pump, time to blow out the lights.

(lasers blasting)

- No!

- Pump, Pump, no!

(yelling)

- Prototype, Jimmy, you okay?

- I never saw anything like that,

and he thought he wasn't an Ultra.

- Hey guys, is it over?

- Yeah, thanks to you.

You better take it easy.

- Where's Sludge, is he...

- Sorry man, don't think he made it.

- He did a good thing, a righteous thing.

He was a good man.

(rustling vines)

Rita please, why?

- Why, because I wanna be at the top.

Don't look so shocked, I only did what you did.

- You think that's gonna make you happy?

- Better than being left behind waiting for you.

This is your fault Jimmy,

and you're just gonna have to live with it.

- [Hardcase] It's not true, Proto.

- She wouldn't be like this if I hadn't left.

- You don't know that.

You did a good thing here, Proto.

Things were getting bad with Lord Pumpkin and the zuke.

You saved a lot of lives, a lot of families.

- Yeah, but what about Rita, Hector, and Sludge?

- They made their own choices, which reminds me,

you're always welcome in the Ultraforce,

but it's your call.

- Yeah, I'd like that, I'd like that a lot.

- So Protoflake is back on the team.

- Yeah, muscle head, somebody's gotta keep you in line.

(upbeat music)