Black Scorpion (2001): Season 1, Episode 19 - Photo Finish - full transcript
- What are you doing?
- Sending you into orbit!
- This rocket is a model,
it'll never blast off.
Jesus!
- That's what you think.
- What, you're gonna blow me up
for stopping you from stealing
a few worthless rocks?
Hey, come on.
- Did you say worthless?
These moon rocks are the
reason for my mission!
I can't return to earth without them.
- Now, now, now, now.
You never left earth,
captain, remember?
Angel aeronautics pulled
you off the shuttle
for psychiatric evaluation.
- How's that for a crash landing?
- Houston, we have a problem.
- You've got a problem, alright.
- Mayday, mayday! I'm
under alien attack!
It looks like some
kind of giant insect!
- At least you understand the
gravity of the situation.
- Drop the gun, space case.
- I will, mama bug,
if you jump back in
your ship and take off.
- You're the one that's about to become
an unidentified flying object.
- Black scorpion!
The countdown!
- Fire.
- 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.
- Talk about your close encounters.
- Speaking of close encounters.
- Darcy!
- How dare you call out
another woman's name?
- Darcy, get in here!
- Two's company, but three's a crowd.
- Darcy!
Darce!
- Steve, are you okay?
- Oh yeah, I'm just
fine, no thanks to you.
- I'm sorry, I just,
I couldn't find a way inside.
- Well, black scorpion did.
- Yeah, we'll I'm not black scorpion.
- Well, sometimes I wonder.
- What's that supposed to mean?
- It means that I've never
seen you the two of you
in the same place at the same time.
- Look, I appreciate
the comparison, but...
- But what?
- But anyone who would mistake
me for black scorpion
needs to have their eyes checked.
- Feel my face.
Let me see yours.
- Say cheese!
- What's the matter, Albright?
Did we have another nightmare?
- No, not a nightmare.
A flashback about black scorpion.
But I'll flash back at her soon enough.
With my camera.
And her without her mask.
- Hmm.
But there's only one little problem
with your plan, Albright.
You're never gonna get out of prison!
Which brings me to the purpose
of my little visit here.
I'd like to present to you Ms.
iris lookingood.
- Oh.
- Hello.
- Ms. lookingood is a photojournalist
with the angel's herald.
She's doing a story
on life behind bars,
and you're her first subject.
- No pictures.
- Oh, you have to forgive Mr. Albright.
Being a photographer himself,
he's not used to being
on the other side of the camera.
- Maybe if you left us alone,
I could get him to, well, lighten up?
- Oh, that's not a good idea.
Mr. Albright is a dangerous man.
- But I thought you said this
was a maximum security prison?
- It is.
There's no way he can
get out of this cell.
- Then what are you worried about?
- Nothing, and you can put
that in your report, too.
Yes, indeed.
We do not worry about escape
from pearl gate penitentiary.
I'll be down the hall if you need me.
- Iris.
You're a sight for sore eyes.
- Oh, are your eyes
still sore, Cameron?
- Eternally.
But they're soothed
by the sight of you.
Still pretty as a picture.
Speaking of pictures.
- Oh right.
Okay.
Ready?
- Yes.
But you're not.
- Huh?
- The lens cap.
- Oh.
Sorry.
Okay, smile and say jailbreak.
- Jailbreak!
- I don't believe it, they
made the front page again.
- When are we gonna get
our picture in the paper?
- When the captain gives us
some decent assignments.
I am so sick of hearing,
"Walker, Rafferty, do this.
"Walker, Rafferty, do that."
- Walker, Rafferty,
get down to pearl gate
penitentiary asap.
There's been a possible breakout.
- A possible breakout?
- All they know for sure
is he's not on his cell.
- Who's not?
- Flashpoint.
- Let's go.
- You see?
Another photo opportunity
we're missing.
- And with flashpoint around,
you know it's gonna be well-lit.
- Yeah.
- The only visitor that Albright had
was this pretty photographer
from the angel's herald,
a woman named lookingood.
- Iris lookingood?
- That's right, you know her?
- Yeah, she's flashpoint's
former assistant,
otherwise known as vision.
- Well, I don't know how
she got him out of here.
All she did was take his photograph.
- What we have here, warden, is
a case of trick photography.
- You mean he's still here?
- No, he's gone, and that is the trick.
We just have to figure
out how it works.
- Huh.
- Oh, I hope this works.
- Yeah!
- Come on.
- I always said I'd be back in a flash.
- You mean you're back
because of a flash.
This new camera you
invented is ingenious.
- Even if had to admit
it was a bright idea.
But the cinemolecular lens
is more than just a means of escape.
Wow.
It's a means of revenge.
- On who?
- Black scorpion.
I'm a firm believer
in an eye for an eye.
And I'm going to unmask her eyes
for the entire city to see.
- But that didn't work last time.
- It will this time.
Whereas my old camera
can only snap black scorpion's picture,
my new one can capture her on film.
And when I say capture
I do mean capture.
Click. - Oh!
I've got him in my sights.
Long time no see, detective.
- Vision?
- Here's looking at you, detective!
- Yes!
Now that's what I call blindsided!
- Alright, baby!
- Police are warning the
public to protect their eyes
should they come in contact
with this shining supervillain.
And on the lighter side,
angel aeronautics unveiled
the world's first
self-launching weather satellite.
The launch is planned
for Saturday morning,
and should be quite a sight.
- Officer's down.
Flashpoint's blinded me.
- Steve?
- I'm at the corner
of 7th and heavener.
- Steve.
Steve, are you okay?
- Don't worry about me.
Save yourself.
- I don't understand.
- Then let me enlighten you.
- Flashpoint.
- Smile!
You're on candid camera.
Oh, yes.
There she is, vision: My
masterpiece in the making.
Interesting development,
don't you think?
- Where did these chains come from?
- I airbrushed them in.
You might say I like
to work in still life.
- What do you want?
- Moi?
The same thing that I've always wanted.
For you to face my lens, au naturel.
- Excuse me, does that mean
you're gonna be shooting her
without her clothes on?
- With her mask off.
- Good, because the only person
I want you taking dirty
pictures of is me.
- What good will revealing
my identity do you?
- It'll make me the most famous
photographer in the city.
Every magazine and
newspaper will be vying
for my next picture.
I've waited a long time
for my turn in the
spotlight, black scorpion.
But for now, it's your turn.
- Don't do it.
I'm warning you.
- What do you say we take a vote on it?
- All in favor of unmasking
the black scorpion, say aye.
- Aye.
- Aye.
- I have two eyes,
and now they're finally gonna
see who you really are.
Darcy Walker.
I should have known.
It makes perfect sense.
The reason black scorpion
always saves detective Rafferty
is because she's his partner.
- Steve doesn't know.
- But he will soon enough.
Him and everyone else.
Stop the presses!
Newsflash.
- Perhaps the most shocking
aspect of this story
is the revelation that black scorpion
is really an officer of the law.
Detective Darcy Walker
of the 21st precinct.
Although the identity of black scorpion
is no longer a secret,
there are still more
questions than answers
concerning her crusade against crime.
Not the least of which
is how a civil servant
could build an assault vehicle
like the scorpionmobile.
- Good question.
And you better have a good answer.
- Hold on, baby.
Look, I know what you're thinking,
but you can't believe
everything you hear.
- I don't, but I believe what I see.
Pictures don't lie,
unlike ex-boyfriends.
- Did you say ex-boyfriend?
- You broke your promise to me.
You said you'd never deal
in stolen parts again.
- Hold on, this whole thing
has just been one big mistake.
- Mm-hmm, and you made it when
you made the scorpionmobile.
Now pack your things and get out.
- I can't believe it.
- I'm at a loss for words.
- You know, she got a
picture in the paper again.
- Alright, men, listen up.
I just got off the
phone with the mayor.
He's been screaming all morning.
He made it clear that
he wants this precinct
to bring in Darcy.
So I need a volunteer to
head up the taskforce.
- Him, him.
- How about me?
- No way, Rafferty.
She's your partner.
- Which is exactly why I should
be on this case, captain.
Nobody knows Darcy
Walker better than I do.
- Well, apparently you
don't know her that well.
- I transferred here to
capture black scorpion.
- Yeah, but now that
you know who she is...
- I want her even more so.
I want to arrest her.
And I will arrest her,
that's a promise.
- And tonight the manhunt,
or should I say womanhunt, continues.
Police are scouring the city
for the scorpionmobile.
- Yeah.
Looks as though the city's
seeing you in a whole new light.
The cold light of reality!
- It's not as cold as the jail
cell you're going back to.
- Oh boy, don't be so
shortsighted, detective.
Vision!
Set the photo processor for fadeout.
- Okay.
Is she gonna disappear?
- No, but her chains will.
- How come we're letting her go?
- Do you want to explain
it to her, or should I?
- He needs a distraction.
The police will be so busy chasing me
they won't have time to chase you.
- Exactly!
And just to make sure that that chase
lasts a good long time,
I'm leaving you the scorpionmobile.
Don't say I never gave you anything.
- I'm touched.
- Actually, you've been retouched.
But just a little.
- Attention, all units:
The scorpionmobile is heading
east down ethereal Avenue.
- Release stingers.
- Bombs away!
I'm free, I'm free!
- Emit smokescreen.
Every cop in the city is after me.
Let's give them an oil change.
Auto revert.
- Put your hands in the air, darce.
- How did you know I was here?
- I knew you couldn't go home.
I knew you couldn't go to argyle's.
I remembered this is where your father
proposed to your mother,
so I acted on a hunch.
The hunch paid off.
- Will you at least let me explain?
- Explain what?
That you lied to me,
that you publicly humiliated
your fellow officers?
That you killed in the name of justice?
- Come on, Steve, you know me.
- No, I don't know you.
I thought I did, but I
don't know you, Darcy.
Now get your hands in the air.
- So you're going to arrest me?
- I have to.
- Does that mean you don't want to?
- No, it means you're a criminal.
- Black scorpion is a vigilante.
- Oh my god.
Black scorpion.
Listen to you.
Do you know how sick you sound?
You talk about her as if
she's another person.
- She is another person.
- You need help, darce.
- No, Steve.
You need help!
Stay out of this!
Argyle, you there?
- Yeah, I am, true blue,
but I don't know for how long.
- What are you talking about?
- Tender lovin's kicking me out.
- I wish I could help you,
but right now I have got
problems of my own.
- Yeah, your problems are my problems,
or haven't you noticed?
- Alright, so what do
we do about this one?
- The only way I can think
of is to convince everyone
that flashpoint's picture
of you is a fake.
- Yeah, well, that would mean
Darcy and black scorpion
would have to be at the same
place at the same time.
- Yeah, it's just too bad
there aren't two of you.
- That's it!
- I'm so glad you finally decided
to take me up on my offer, detective.
You have no idea how
long I've wanted to...
Get my hands on your DNA.
- Doc, how long until the
procedure's complete?
- I'm just waiting for
the timer to pop.
It's a lot like cooking a
Thanksgiving turkey, ja?
Ah.
She's done.
- Wait, wait, you mean that...
- I mean it's time for you
to meet your better half.
- Amazing.
- Ja, ja, ja.
Ja.
She certainly is.
- Dr. Phoenix, would you
mind not ogling me?
- I'm not ogling you, detective.
I'm ogling her!
- But she is me.
It's like...
It's like I'm looking into a mirror.
- I know what you mean.
- You do?
- Perhaps I should explain.
Uh, I'm using a new
memory retention formula
that allows the clone to
recall the original's past.
That's why she's as amazed
as you are right now.
- And as concerned about flashpoint
revealing our identity to the city.
If you give me our costume,
we'll prove that his picture's a fake.
- You're not getting dressed, are you?
- Doctor!
- Well, I'm only asking
because I want to run
some tests on you.
I mean, on...
On her.
- Why?
- I've never used this formula before,
so I want to make sure that
there's no neurological damage.
Of course, your brains haven't
exploded out of your skull,
so that's a good sign.
- Sorry, doc, there's
no time for tests.
We have a photo session
with flashpoint.
So you haven't changed your mind.
You're really going to let Dr.
Phoenix degenerate me?
- What other choice do I have?
I can't let you run around as me.
- Why not?
You have two lives.
Pick one and give me the other.
- I can't.
Those are my lives.
- So you say.
- What's that supposed to mean?
- It means for all I know...
You could be the clone.
- What?
Have you lost your mind?
- No.
I don't think so.
In fact...
I can feel it growing.
- What's wrong?
- My head.
It feels like it's gonna explode.
- I told you we should have let Dr.
Phoenix run those tests.
Now let's get you back to the lab.
- No!
You just want him to kill me.
- What?
No, I just wanna find out
what's wrong with you.
- The only thing wrong with me is you.
- What are you doing?
- Fighting for my life.
- No, you're not.
You're fighting for mine.
- Either way, this town isn't
big enough for the both of us.
- I'm starting to agree with you.
- You can't win.
I know what your every move's gonna be.
- Same here.
- I am so sorry I
dragged you out of bed.
- You didn't.
This is my bed until tender lovin'
lets me back in the apartment.
- I don't even wanna know
what's going on with you two right now.
- Good, because the only
question you should be asking
is how we're gonna find your evil twin.
- Well, I thought we'd just use
the scorpionmobile's homing device.
- But to do that, we'd have to
go back to the scorpion lair.
And in case you haven't noticed,
your place is surrounded by the fuzz.
Nope, true blue, we're gonna
have to figure this out
by using our brains.
- Our brains.
Our brains, our brains.
- What, is there an echo in here?
- The clone and I think alike.
- So?
- So, all I have to do is
ask myself where I'd go
if I were in as much pain as she is.
- Well?
- I'd go to the doctor.
- Does this hurt?
I'll take that as a yes.
- What's wrong with me?
- Well, it's as I feared.
Your brain has never stopped growing.
In fact, the left side seems
to have taken over completely.
That would account for
your aggressive behavior.
- Make it stop.
- Of course, of course.
Just as soon as you step into
the regeneration chamber.
- The chamber?
- Yes, yes I have to,
I have to reverse the procedure
just enough to bring your gray matter
back down to its normal size.
- You're trying to kill me.
- No, what?
- You're trying to kill
me, just like Darcy.
- You're not thinking clearly.
But then, of course, people with
brain damage usually don't.
- I'm not getting back in that tube.
- Please, please, I assure you
there's nothing to be afraid of.
- Then you get in.
- No, no, no.
Please!
Help me!
- Oh my god, what have I done?
- It wasn't you, true blue, it was her.
- But she is me.
- She's only a part of you.
- Yeah, a part of me I
can't live with anymore.
- What are you talking about?
- When flashpoint unmasked me,
he didn't just make me face the city.
He made me face myself.
- Yeah, literally.
- When I fought my clone,
I looked into her eyes.
I didn't like what I saw.
- What did you see?
- I saw a killer.
- I don't believe that.
Whenever you've taken a life,
it was to protect someone
else's, or your own.
- Okay, then how do you explain
what the clone did to Dr. Phoenix?
- She's out of control!
- And maybe someday I will be, too.
How do you know that that
part of me won't take over?
- It won't happen, true blue,
'cause you won't let it.
- You're right.
You're right, I won't.
- Where are you going?
- To kill black scorpion.
- But nobody shoots
three-headed babies like I do.
Hello?
Hello!
- Don't tell me the national
inquisitor rejected you too?
- I've called every editor I know.
I thought they'd all be
clamoring for my next picture.
- One industry insider, who
wished to remain anonymous
in fear of his life,
is quoted as saying
that while flashpoint has a
bright future as a supervillain,
his career as a photographer is over.
- It's not over!
Not by a long shot!
A very long shot of the entire city!
Of course, I'll have to
use a telescopic lens.
- I don't understand.
- don Macdonald is right.
Nobody's gonna pay me to
take pictures anymore.
But maybe they'll pay
me not to take them.
- Who's gonna do that?
- The international security council.
Unless they give me $1 billion,
I'll make every world capital disappear
in a blink of an eye.
Actually, a flash of my
cinemolecular camera.
- But what if they think it's
just a blind man's bluff?
- Oh, well, they'll know that it's not
when I send them a sample of my work.
- What kind of sample?
- A picture postcard.
The weather's beautiful.
I wish the city of
angels was still here.
- Security guards shouldn't
be changing light bulbs.
- Well, if we're going to,
they could at least give us a manual.
- Which reminds me of a joke.
- Flashpoint!
- How many security guards does it take
to change a light bulb? - How many?
- None when I'm around.
- Attention all units:
Security reports that flashpoint
has broken into angel aeronautics.
- Stay focused.
- Sorry, Cameron.
Why are we here?
- In order to make the
entire city disappear,
I have to get my camera far enough away
to snap a picture of it.
And the only way to
do that is with this.
- A self-propelled satellite!
- As soon as the satellite
reaches 150,000 feet,
we'll activate the shutter timer,
and I will go from being the
most famous photographer
in the city to the most
famous one of the city.
- Won't we disappear
with everyone else?
- Not if all goes according to my plan.
Or should I say my scheme,
my color scheme, that is.
- Um, flashpoint, I don't
mean to be a dim bulb,
but how exactly is a night
light gonna help us?
- I have programmed my
cinemolecular camera
to photograph every color
except for infrared.
As long as we stay inside the light,
the electromagnetic photons will
keep us out of the picture.
- I didn't know you were camera shy.
- Look who's playing
vigilante without her mask.
- Mind if I drop in?
- Vision?
Do my eyes deceive me,
or am I seeing double?
- Yeah, double trouble!
- No need to worry, light of my life.
It does not matter how many
black scorpions there are.
- Oh, why not?
- Because as soon as
they're out of sight,
they'll be out of mind.
- But we're not going anywhere.
- That's not what I
mean by out of sight.
Yes, come on.
Good!
Hurry!
- Flashpoint, look!
She's trying to bring
the satellite back!
- Let her try.
There's no way now that it's in orbit.
Smile for daddy!
- How's that for a photo finish?
- You're the one who's finished.
- Nice car.
- Don't move, black scorpion!
- You either, Darcy!
- Darcy?
- Darcy?
- Do something!
- Uh, you're under
arrest, black scorpion!
- Hey, we can get our
pictures in the paper.
- Give it up, darce.
- I think you're mistaking
me for someone else.
- No, there's no mistake.
Drop the act.
- Why don't I drop you instead?
Looks like you've fallen
head over heels for me.
- Get away from him.
- Well, well, well, if it
isn't the other woman.
- Darcy?
- Haven't you heard that two's company,
but three's a crowd?
- As a matter of fact, I have,
and I couldn't agree more.
- Ooh, looks like someone's
getting a little jealous.
- Darcy, what are you doing?
- Protecting myself.
- You're not protecting yourself.
This isn't self-defense.
She's not threatening your life.
- Yes, she is, that's
exactly what she's doing.
Look, it's gonna be either her or me.
- Don't you understand
that if you kill her,
you're no better than she is?
- Of course she's no better than me.
Darcy and I are one in the same.
- What?
- What she means is we
both do what we have to.
- Oh, you're right about that.
- Steve!
- Stay back, or I'll kill him.
- No, you won't.
You can't.
- What makes you so sure?
- 'Cause like you said,
we're one in the same.
- Release road mines.
Have you come to kill me?
- No.
- What made you change your mind?
- The fact that I was right.
You couldn't hurt Steve
any more than I could.
- So?
- So, it made me realize
that we really are the same.
I created you and I have to
find a way to live with you.
- But I can't live with myself.
- Believe me, I know the feeling.
- I don't wanna feel anything anymore.
This hell is yours, not mine.
- What are you doing?
- Giving you your lives back.
- What?
I don't understand.
- You will someday when the part of you
that kills takes over.
- Darcy, no!
- Darcy's dead.
- Don't do this.
- I can't help it, it's in my nature.
- Detective Walker?
- Dr. Phoenix?
- What are you doing here?
- I was about to ask
you the same question.
- I work here, remember?
- But I saw you degenerate.
- Ugh, don't tell me
I've lost another one.
- Another what?
- Another me.
Whenever I go away on
vacation, I clone myself
to run things while I'm gone.
- Then you don't know.
- Know what?
- What's been going on.
- I've been fishing for two weeks.
Why? Did I miss something?
- No, nothing.
- The footage shot by
the security camera
at angel aeronautics proves
beyond a shadow of a doubt
that flashpoint's photograph
of Darcy Walker as black scorpion
was nothing more than a hoak.
- You know, it's bad enough
Darcy gets her picture in the paper.
Now she's gonna be on TV, too, huh?
- And look at Rafferty weaseling
his way into the shot.
- What are you guys complaining about?
You finally got the
recognition you deserve.
- We did?
- Take a look.
- Complete losers.
- Like I said, you're finally
getting the recognition you deserve.
- I was certain you
were black scorpion.
- You know, you almost
sound disappointed.
- I am.
- Why?
- Because then I would have known
that she's really not a criminal
and you're not as true
blue as you seem to be.
It'd be like having the perfect woman,
fantasy and reality
all rolled into one.
- Mm-hmm.
What if I were to tell you that
I really am black scorpion?
- Wouldn't believe it.
- But it's true.
- Oh, darce, will you quit kidding?
- I'm not kidding.
- Oh please, I saw the
two of you together.
- Steve, listen to me.
- Darce, give it up.
I don't care how many
times you push the issue.
I am never going to believe
that you are black scorpion.
Now you got anything to eat?
- Let me out, there's got
to be a way out of here!
There's got to be a way.
What, what?
- We're in space!
- No!
Vision, I'm scared of heights!
No, let me out!
Let me out of here!
No!
- Sending you into orbit!
- This rocket is a model,
it'll never blast off.
Jesus!
- That's what you think.
- What, you're gonna blow me up
for stopping you from stealing
a few worthless rocks?
Hey, come on.
- Did you say worthless?
These moon rocks are the
reason for my mission!
I can't return to earth without them.
- Now, now, now, now.
You never left earth,
captain, remember?
Angel aeronautics pulled
you off the shuttle
for psychiatric evaluation.
- How's that for a crash landing?
- Houston, we have a problem.
- You've got a problem, alright.
- Mayday, mayday! I'm
under alien attack!
It looks like some
kind of giant insect!
- At least you understand the
gravity of the situation.
- Drop the gun, space case.
- I will, mama bug,
if you jump back in
your ship and take off.
- You're the one that's about to become
an unidentified flying object.
- Black scorpion!
The countdown!
- Fire.
- 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.
- Talk about your close encounters.
- Speaking of close encounters.
- Darcy!
- How dare you call out
another woman's name?
- Darcy, get in here!
- Two's company, but three's a crowd.
- Darcy!
Darce!
- Steve, are you okay?
- Oh yeah, I'm just
fine, no thanks to you.
- I'm sorry, I just,
I couldn't find a way inside.
- Well, black scorpion did.
- Yeah, we'll I'm not black scorpion.
- Well, sometimes I wonder.
- What's that supposed to mean?
- It means that I've never
seen you the two of you
in the same place at the same time.
- Look, I appreciate
the comparison, but...
- But what?
- But anyone who would mistake
me for black scorpion
needs to have their eyes checked.
- Feel my face.
Let me see yours.
- Say cheese!
- What's the matter, Albright?
Did we have another nightmare?
- No, not a nightmare.
A flashback about black scorpion.
But I'll flash back at her soon enough.
With my camera.
And her without her mask.
- Hmm.
But there's only one little problem
with your plan, Albright.
You're never gonna get out of prison!
Which brings me to the purpose
of my little visit here.
I'd like to present to you Ms.
iris lookingood.
- Oh.
- Hello.
- Ms. lookingood is a photojournalist
with the angel's herald.
She's doing a story
on life behind bars,
and you're her first subject.
- No pictures.
- Oh, you have to forgive Mr. Albright.
Being a photographer himself,
he's not used to being
on the other side of the camera.
- Maybe if you left us alone,
I could get him to, well, lighten up?
- Oh, that's not a good idea.
Mr. Albright is a dangerous man.
- But I thought you said this
was a maximum security prison?
- It is.
There's no way he can
get out of this cell.
- Then what are you worried about?
- Nothing, and you can put
that in your report, too.
Yes, indeed.
We do not worry about escape
from pearl gate penitentiary.
I'll be down the hall if you need me.
- Iris.
You're a sight for sore eyes.
- Oh, are your eyes
still sore, Cameron?
- Eternally.
But they're soothed
by the sight of you.
Still pretty as a picture.
Speaking of pictures.
- Oh right.
Okay.
Ready?
- Yes.
But you're not.
- Huh?
- The lens cap.
- Oh.
Sorry.
Okay, smile and say jailbreak.
- Jailbreak!
- I don't believe it, they
made the front page again.
- When are we gonna get
our picture in the paper?
- When the captain gives us
some decent assignments.
I am so sick of hearing,
"Walker, Rafferty, do this.
"Walker, Rafferty, do that."
- Walker, Rafferty,
get down to pearl gate
penitentiary asap.
There's been a possible breakout.
- A possible breakout?
- All they know for sure
is he's not on his cell.
- Who's not?
- Flashpoint.
- Let's go.
- You see?
Another photo opportunity
we're missing.
- And with flashpoint around,
you know it's gonna be well-lit.
- Yeah.
- The only visitor that Albright had
was this pretty photographer
from the angel's herald,
a woman named lookingood.
- Iris lookingood?
- That's right, you know her?
- Yeah, she's flashpoint's
former assistant,
otherwise known as vision.
- Well, I don't know how
she got him out of here.
All she did was take his photograph.
- What we have here, warden, is
a case of trick photography.
- You mean he's still here?
- No, he's gone, and that is the trick.
We just have to figure
out how it works.
- Huh.
- Oh, I hope this works.
- Yeah!
- Come on.
- I always said I'd be back in a flash.
- You mean you're back
because of a flash.
This new camera you
invented is ingenious.
- Even if had to admit
it was a bright idea.
But the cinemolecular lens
is more than just a means of escape.
Wow.
It's a means of revenge.
- On who?
- Black scorpion.
I'm a firm believer
in an eye for an eye.
And I'm going to unmask her eyes
for the entire city to see.
- But that didn't work last time.
- It will this time.
Whereas my old camera
can only snap black scorpion's picture,
my new one can capture her on film.
And when I say capture
I do mean capture.
Click. - Oh!
I've got him in my sights.
Long time no see, detective.
- Vision?
- Here's looking at you, detective!
- Yes!
Now that's what I call blindsided!
- Alright, baby!
- Police are warning the
public to protect their eyes
should they come in contact
with this shining supervillain.
And on the lighter side,
angel aeronautics unveiled
the world's first
self-launching weather satellite.
The launch is planned
for Saturday morning,
and should be quite a sight.
- Officer's down.
Flashpoint's blinded me.
- Steve?
- I'm at the corner
of 7th and heavener.
- Steve.
Steve, are you okay?
- Don't worry about me.
Save yourself.
- I don't understand.
- Then let me enlighten you.
- Flashpoint.
- Smile!
You're on candid camera.
Oh, yes.
There she is, vision: My
masterpiece in the making.
Interesting development,
don't you think?
- Where did these chains come from?
- I airbrushed them in.
You might say I like
to work in still life.
- What do you want?
- Moi?
The same thing that I've always wanted.
For you to face my lens, au naturel.
- Excuse me, does that mean
you're gonna be shooting her
without her clothes on?
- With her mask off.
- Good, because the only person
I want you taking dirty
pictures of is me.
- What good will revealing
my identity do you?
- It'll make me the most famous
photographer in the city.
Every magazine and
newspaper will be vying
for my next picture.
I've waited a long time
for my turn in the
spotlight, black scorpion.
But for now, it's your turn.
- Don't do it.
I'm warning you.
- What do you say we take a vote on it?
- All in favor of unmasking
the black scorpion, say aye.
- Aye.
- Aye.
- I have two eyes,
and now they're finally gonna
see who you really are.
Darcy Walker.
I should have known.
It makes perfect sense.
The reason black scorpion
always saves detective Rafferty
is because she's his partner.
- Steve doesn't know.
- But he will soon enough.
Him and everyone else.
Stop the presses!
Newsflash.
- Perhaps the most shocking
aspect of this story
is the revelation that black scorpion
is really an officer of the law.
Detective Darcy Walker
of the 21st precinct.
Although the identity of black scorpion
is no longer a secret,
there are still more
questions than answers
concerning her crusade against crime.
Not the least of which
is how a civil servant
could build an assault vehicle
like the scorpionmobile.
- Good question.
And you better have a good answer.
- Hold on, baby.
Look, I know what you're thinking,
but you can't believe
everything you hear.
- I don't, but I believe what I see.
Pictures don't lie,
unlike ex-boyfriends.
- Did you say ex-boyfriend?
- You broke your promise to me.
You said you'd never deal
in stolen parts again.
- Hold on, this whole thing
has just been one big mistake.
- Mm-hmm, and you made it when
you made the scorpionmobile.
Now pack your things and get out.
- I can't believe it.
- I'm at a loss for words.
- You know, she got a
picture in the paper again.
- Alright, men, listen up.
I just got off the
phone with the mayor.
He's been screaming all morning.
He made it clear that
he wants this precinct
to bring in Darcy.
So I need a volunteer to
head up the taskforce.
- Him, him.
- How about me?
- No way, Rafferty.
She's your partner.
- Which is exactly why I should
be on this case, captain.
Nobody knows Darcy
Walker better than I do.
- Well, apparently you
don't know her that well.
- I transferred here to
capture black scorpion.
- Yeah, but now that
you know who she is...
- I want her even more so.
I want to arrest her.
And I will arrest her,
that's a promise.
- And tonight the manhunt,
or should I say womanhunt, continues.
Police are scouring the city
for the scorpionmobile.
- Yeah.
Looks as though the city's
seeing you in a whole new light.
The cold light of reality!
- It's not as cold as the jail
cell you're going back to.
- Oh boy, don't be so
shortsighted, detective.
Vision!
Set the photo processor for fadeout.
- Okay.
Is she gonna disappear?
- No, but her chains will.
- How come we're letting her go?
- Do you want to explain
it to her, or should I?
- He needs a distraction.
The police will be so busy chasing me
they won't have time to chase you.
- Exactly!
And just to make sure that that chase
lasts a good long time,
I'm leaving you the scorpionmobile.
Don't say I never gave you anything.
- I'm touched.
- Actually, you've been retouched.
But just a little.
- Attention, all units:
The scorpionmobile is heading
east down ethereal Avenue.
- Release stingers.
- Bombs away!
I'm free, I'm free!
- Emit smokescreen.
Every cop in the city is after me.
Let's give them an oil change.
Auto revert.
- Put your hands in the air, darce.
- How did you know I was here?
- I knew you couldn't go home.
I knew you couldn't go to argyle's.
I remembered this is where your father
proposed to your mother,
so I acted on a hunch.
The hunch paid off.
- Will you at least let me explain?
- Explain what?
That you lied to me,
that you publicly humiliated
your fellow officers?
That you killed in the name of justice?
- Come on, Steve, you know me.
- No, I don't know you.
I thought I did, but I
don't know you, Darcy.
Now get your hands in the air.
- So you're going to arrest me?
- I have to.
- Does that mean you don't want to?
- No, it means you're a criminal.
- Black scorpion is a vigilante.
- Oh my god.
Black scorpion.
Listen to you.
Do you know how sick you sound?
You talk about her as if
she's another person.
- She is another person.
- You need help, darce.
- No, Steve.
You need help!
Stay out of this!
Argyle, you there?
- Yeah, I am, true blue,
but I don't know for how long.
- What are you talking about?
- Tender lovin's kicking me out.
- I wish I could help you,
but right now I have got
problems of my own.
- Yeah, your problems are my problems,
or haven't you noticed?
- Alright, so what do
we do about this one?
- The only way I can think
of is to convince everyone
that flashpoint's picture
of you is a fake.
- Yeah, well, that would mean
Darcy and black scorpion
would have to be at the same
place at the same time.
- Yeah, it's just too bad
there aren't two of you.
- That's it!
- I'm so glad you finally decided
to take me up on my offer, detective.
You have no idea how
long I've wanted to...
Get my hands on your DNA.
- Doc, how long until the
procedure's complete?
- I'm just waiting for
the timer to pop.
It's a lot like cooking a
Thanksgiving turkey, ja?
Ah.
She's done.
- Wait, wait, you mean that...
- I mean it's time for you
to meet your better half.
- Amazing.
- Ja, ja, ja.
Ja.
She certainly is.
- Dr. Phoenix, would you
mind not ogling me?
- I'm not ogling you, detective.
I'm ogling her!
- But she is me.
It's like...
It's like I'm looking into a mirror.
- I know what you mean.
- You do?
- Perhaps I should explain.
Uh, I'm using a new
memory retention formula
that allows the clone to
recall the original's past.
That's why she's as amazed
as you are right now.
- And as concerned about flashpoint
revealing our identity to the city.
If you give me our costume,
we'll prove that his picture's a fake.
- You're not getting dressed, are you?
- Doctor!
- Well, I'm only asking
because I want to run
some tests on you.
I mean, on...
On her.
- Why?
- I've never used this formula before,
so I want to make sure that
there's no neurological damage.
Of course, your brains haven't
exploded out of your skull,
so that's a good sign.
- Sorry, doc, there's
no time for tests.
We have a photo session
with flashpoint.
So you haven't changed your mind.
You're really going to let Dr.
Phoenix degenerate me?
- What other choice do I have?
I can't let you run around as me.
- Why not?
You have two lives.
Pick one and give me the other.
- I can't.
Those are my lives.
- So you say.
- What's that supposed to mean?
- It means for all I know...
You could be the clone.
- What?
Have you lost your mind?
- No.
I don't think so.
In fact...
I can feel it growing.
- What's wrong?
- My head.
It feels like it's gonna explode.
- I told you we should have let Dr.
Phoenix run those tests.
Now let's get you back to the lab.
- No!
You just want him to kill me.
- What?
No, I just wanna find out
what's wrong with you.
- The only thing wrong with me is you.
- What are you doing?
- Fighting for my life.
- No, you're not.
You're fighting for mine.
- Either way, this town isn't
big enough for the both of us.
- I'm starting to agree with you.
- You can't win.
I know what your every move's gonna be.
- Same here.
- I am so sorry I
dragged you out of bed.
- You didn't.
This is my bed until tender lovin'
lets me back in the apartment.
- I don't even wanna know
what's going on with you two right now.
- Good, because the only
question you should be asking
is how we're gonna find your evil twin.
- Well, I thought we'd just use
the scorpionmobile's homing device.
- But to do that, we'd have to
go back to the scorpion lair.
And in case you haven't noticed,
your place is surrounded by the fuzz.
Nope, true blue, we're gonna
have to figure this out
by using our brains.
- Our brains.
Our brains, our brains.
- What, is there an echo in here?
- The clone and I think alike.
- So?
- So, all I have to do is
ask myself where I'd go
if I were in as much pain as she is.
- Well?
- I'd go to the doctor.
- Does this hurt?
I'll take that as a yes.
- What's wrong with me?
- Well, it's as I feared.
Your brain has never stopped growing.
In fact, the left side seems
to have taken over completely.
That would account for
your aggressive behavior.
- Make it stop.
- Of course, of course.
Just as soon as you step into
the regeneration chamber.
- The chamber?
- Yes, yes I have to,
I have to reverse the procedure
just enough to bring your gray matter
back down to its normal size.
- You're trying to kill me.
- No, what?
- You're trying to kill
me, just like Darcy.
- You're not thinking clearly.
But then, of course, people with
brain damage usually don't.
- I'm not getting back in that tube.
- Please, please, I assure you
there's nothing to be afraid of.
- Then you get in.
- No, no, no.
Please!
Help me!
- Oh my god, what have I done?
- It wasn't you, true blue, it was her.
- But she is me.
- She's only a part of you.
- Yeah, a part of me I
can't live with anymore.
- What are you talking about?
- When flashpoint unmasked me,
he didn't just make me face the city.
He made me face myself.
- Yeah, literally.
- When I fought my clone,
I looked into her eyes.
I didn't like what I saw.
- What did you see?
- I saw a killer.
- I don't believe that.
Whenever you've taken a life,
it was to protect someone
else's, or your own.
- Okay, then how do you explain
what the clone did to Dr. Phoenix?
- She's out of control!
- And maybe someday I will be, too.
How do you know that that
part of me won't take over?
- It won't happen, true blue,
'cause you won't let it.
- You're right.
You're right, I won't.
- Where are you going?
- To kill black scorpion.
- But nobody shoots
three-headed babies like I do.
Hello?
Hello!
- Don't tell me the national
inquisitor rejected you too?
- I've called every editor I know.
I thought they'd all be
clamoring for my next picture.
- One industry insider, who
wished to remain anonymous
in fear of his life,
is quoted as saying
that while flashpoint has a
bright future as a supervillain,
his career as a photographer is over.
- It's not over!
Not by a long shot!
A very long shot of the entire city!
Of course, I'll have to
use a telescopic lens.
- I don't understand.
- don Macdonald is right.
Nobody's gonna pay me to
take pictures anymore.
But maybe they'll pay
me not to take them.
- Who's gonna do that?
- The international security council.
Unless they give me $1 billion,
I'll make every world capital disappear
in a blink of an eye.
Actually, a flash of my
cinemolecular camera.
- But what if they think it's
just a blind man's bluff?
- Oh, well, they'll know that it's not
when I send them a sample of my work.
- What kind of sample?
- A picture postcard.
The weather's beautiful.
I wish the city of
angels was still here.
- Security guards shouldn't
be changing light bulbs.
- Well, if we're going to,
they could at least give us a manual.
- Which reminds me of a joke.
- Flashpoint!
- How many security guards does it take
to change a light bulb? - How many?
- None when I'm around.
- Attention all units:
Security reports that flashpoint
has broken into angel aeronautics.
- Stay focused.
- Sorry, Cameron.
Why are we here?
- In order to make the
entire city disappear,
I have to get my camera far enough away
to snap a picture of it.
And the only way to
do that is with this.
- A self-propelled satellite!
- As soon as the satellite
reaches 150,000 feet,
we'll activate the shutter timer,
and I will go from being the
most famous photographer
in the city to the most
famous one of the city.
- Won't we disappear
with everyone else?
- Not if all goes according to my plan.
Or should I say my scheme,
my color scheme, that is.
- Um, flashpoint, I don't
mean to be a dim bulb,
but how exactly is a night
light gonna help us?
- I have programmed my
cinemolecular camera
to photograph every color
except for infrared.
As long as we stay inside the light,
the electromagnetic photons will
keep us out of the picture.
- I didn't know you were camera shy.
- Look who's playing
vigilante without her mask.
- Mind if I drop in?
- Vision?
Do my eyes deceive me,
or am I seeing double?
- Yeah, double trouble!
- No need to worry, light of my life.
It does not matter how many
black scorpions there are.
- Oh, why not?
- Because as soon as
they're out of sight,
they'll be out of mind.
- But we're not going anywhere.
- That's not what I
mean by out of sight.
Yes, come on.
Good!
Hurry!
- Flashpoint, look!
She's trying to bring
the satellite back!
- Let her try.
There's no way now that it's in orbit.
Smile for daddy!
- How's that for a photo finish?
- You're the one who's finished.
- Nice car.
- Don't move, black scorpion!
- You either, Darcy!
- Darcy?
- Darcy?
- Do something!
- Uh, you're under
arrest, black scorpion!
- Hey, we can get our
pictures in the paper.
- Give it up, darce.
- I think you're mistaking
me for someone else.
- No, there's no mistake.
Drop the act.
- Why don't I drop you instead?
Looks like you've fallen
head over heels for me.
- Get away from him.
- Well, well, well, if it
isn't the other woman.
- Darcy?
- Haven't you heard that two's company,
but three's a crowd?
- As a matter of fact, I have,
and I couldn't agree more.
- Ooh, looks like someone's
getting a little jealous.
- Darcy, what are you doing?
- Protecting myself.
- You're not protecting yourself.
This isn't self-defense.
She's not threatening your life.
- Yes, she is, that's
exactly what she's doing.
Look, it's gonna be either her or me.
- Don't you understand
that if you kill her,
you're no better than she is?
- Of course she's no better than me.
Darcy and I are one in the same.
- What?
- What she means is we
both do what we have to.
- Oh, you're right about that.
- Steve!
- Stay back, or I'll kill him.
- No, you won't.
You can't.
- What makes you so sure?
- 'Cause like you said,
we're one in the same.
- Release road mines.
Have you come to kill me?
- No.
- What made you change your mind?
- The fact that I was right.
You couldn't hurt Steve
any more than I could.
- So?
- So, it made me realize
that we really are the same.
I created you and I have to
find a way to live with you.
- But I can't live with myself.
- Believe me, I know the feeling.
- I don't wanna feel anything anymore.
This hell is yours, not mine.
- What are you doing?
- Giving you your lives back.
- What?
I don't understand.
- You will someday when the part of you
that kills takes over.
- Darcy, no!
- Darcy's dead.
- Don't do this.
- I can't help it, it's in my nature.
- Detective Walker?
- Dr. Phoenix?
- What are you doing here?
- I was about to ask
you the same question.
- I work here, remember?
- But I saw you degenerate.
- Ugh, don't tell me
I've lost another one.
- Another what?
- Another me.
Whenever I go away on
vacation, I clone myself
to run things while I'm gone.
- Then you don't know.
- Know what?
- What's been going on.
- I've been fishing for two weeks.
Why? Did I miss something?
- No, nothing.
- The footage shot by
the security camera
at angel aeronautics proves
beyond a shadow of a doubt
that flashpoint's photograph
of Darcy Walker as black scorpion
was nothing more than a hoak.
- You know, it's bad enough
Darcy gets her picture in the paper.
Now she's gonna be on TV, too, huh?
- And look at Rafferty weaseling
his way into the shot.
- What are you guys complaining about?
You finally got the
recognition you deserve.
- We did?
- Take a look.
- Complete losers.
- Like I said, you're finally
getting the recognition you deserve.
- I was certain you
were black scorpion.
- You know, you almost
sound disappointed.
- I am.
- Why?
- Because then I would have known
that she's really not a criminal
and you're not as true
blue as you seem to be.
It'd be like having the perfect woman,
fantasy and reality
all rolled into one.
- Mm-hmm.
What if I were to tell you that
I really am black scorpion?
- Wouldn't believe it.
- But it's true.
- Oh, darce, will you quit kidding?
- I'm not kidding.
- Oh please, I saw the
two of you together.
- Steve, listen to me.
- Darce, give it up.
I don't care how many
times you push the issue.
I am never going to believe
that you are black scorpion.
Now you got anything to eat?
- Let me out, there's got
to be a way out of here!
There's got to be a way.
What, what?
- We're in space!
- No!
Vision, I'm scared of heights!
No, let me out!
Let me out of here!
No!