Original subtitles

(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)