Wild C.A.T.S: Covert Action Teams (1994–…): Season 1, Episode 6 - Lives in the Balance - full transcript

♪ WildC.A.T.s, WildC.A.T.s♪

♪ WildC.A.T.s, WildC.A.T.s♪

♪ WildC.A.T.s♪

♪ We’re good against evil ♪

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♪ WildC.A.T.s, WildC.A.T.s♪

♪ WildC.A.T.s♪

♪ We’ve got invincible powers ♪

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♪ WildC.A.T.s, WildC.A.T.s♪

♪ Yeah ♪



♪ The one and only WildC.A.T.s♪

♪ We’re heroes not zeroes ♪

♪ We got what they fear

♪ So here’s the facts ♪

♪ So we got power to the max

♪ You know we’re tough as

nails ♪

♪ When all else fails call

WildC.A.T.s♪

♪ Nerves of steel

♪ WildC.A.T.s♪

♪ Here’s the deal ♪

♪ WildC.A.T.s♪

♪ You better watch out



♪ Yeah

♪ WildC.A.T.s, WildC.A.T.s♪

♪ WildC.A.T.s, WildC.A.T.s♪

♪ WildC.A.T.s♪

♪ We’re good against evil ♪

♪ WildC.A.T.s, WildC.A.T.s♪

♪ WildC.A.T.s, WildC.A.T.s♪

♪ WildC.A.T.s♪

♪ We’ve got invincible powers ♪

♪ WildC.A.T.s, WildC.A.T.s♪

♪ WildC.A.T.s, WildC.A.T.s♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ The one and only WildC.A.T.s♪



JACOB: WildC.A.T.s mission

log, entry 9.3.

Our sensors have picked up a

Kherubim distress signal near

the North Pole.

And it’s a safe bet that if we

detected it, so did the

Daemonites.

(Wind howling)

Target sighted,

Lord Helspont.

It is as you predicted.

A Kherubim statis pod.

Then seize it and quickly.

That pod may contain useful

Kherubim technology or

artefacts.

At once, Lord Helspont.

(Beeping)

Void was right, it’s a statis

pod and it’s from our ancient

Kherubim ship.

VOODOO: Why would the

Daemonites want that old piece

of space junk?

Perhaps we should inquire in

a language they would understand

of course.

Let’s roar, WildC.A.T.s.

(All roaring)

The WildC.A.T.s.

Blast!

They will regret this

interference.

Karillion, destroy them.

At once, Lord Helspont.

Man, I knew I should’ve gone

for the insurance rider.

Zealot and Grifter are down.

Claws out, C.A.T.s.

We’re going in.

Now you’re talkin’ my

language.

The pod, keep it away from

the pod!

SPARTAN: Look out!

Stay cool, big guy.

I’ll do the voo.

Thanks, Voodoo.

(All screaming)

They’ve got us pinned down.

I’m not takin’ this lyin’

down.

Let’s give them some of their

own.

Huh?

What the?

It can’t be.

By Hecate, it is.

Majestic.

Majestic.

After thousands of years, I

live again.

Not so long.

Annihilate that Kherubim cur.

(Beeping)

(Grunting)

Ah!

Gah!

Whoa!

Whoever that guy is, he

cooks.

Ooh.

Karillion, grab that pod and

let us be off.

Hurry.

At once, Lord Helspont.

WARBLADE: The oil tanks!

If this flame reaches them,

this whole place will go up.

I’ve got to stop it.

Uh!

Uh!

Woo!

Submerge, submerge, all

speed!

You shall not escape me,

Helspont.

It’s going out, hustle

people.

Come on, C.A.T.s.

It has been a long time,

Daemonite, but victory will be

mine.

It is my destiny.

SPARTAN: Majestic, hurry!

VOID: Jacob Marlowe, permit

me to introduce Majestic.

Commander of our Kherubim battle

cruiser before it crashed to

Earth.

Pleased to meet you.

Don’t sweat it.

Sorry to hear about the crash,

by the way.

It was my fault, I’m afraid.

I was at the helm when we

finally caught up to the

Daemonites not far from this

planet.

We damaged our engines.

But our weapons were useless.

We have the Daemonites now.

Ram them, full speed,

Mr. Hadrian.

Sir, such a manoeuvre could

damage our ship behind repair.

The Daemonite ship is crippled,

should we not demand their

surrender?

No quarter, Mr. Hadrian.

Finish them now.

But--

Oh!

That’s all I remember.

The next thing I knew we had

crashed on Earth.

For thousands of years I have

feared that my hesitation cost

the Kherubim forces their

greatest commander, but I am

relieved to see you alive, sir.

As am I.

Blast.

Locked.

Our lasers will not penetrate

Kherubim honourably.

Only a large gem grade

diamond drill could cut through

this part.

Then get one!

Take a ship immediately.

Some of the circuitry contained

in this pod could restore the

beam of the flight.

I’m on my way, Lord Helspont.

Shall I leave the pod with you?

No!

I can still smell the stench of

its Kherubim makers.

Take it to our storage facility

and open it there.

Yes, Lord.

So Majestic, my most hated

enemy.

You have returned.

And just as I am about to

unearth the ancient puzzle which

tells the prophecy of the orb.

But neither you nor the

WildC.A.T.s will stop me from

obtaining that orb and with it,

the power to crush the entire

galaxy beneath the fist of

Daemonite rule.

(Snickering)



What is this thing we’re

building anyway?

You got me, but Majestic says

it’ll stop the Daemonites for

good.

And that we must do and

quickly.

For the Daemonites are after the

orb.

By Hecate, we should have

known.

Excuse me?

What orb?

Did I miss something here?

The orb is a mystical object.

Its power is beyond your

comprehension.

Well, thanks a lot.

Zealot speaks truth.

The orb is a source of ultimate

power.

20,000 years ago, the elders of

the galaxy decided to conceal it

for safety’s sake on an unknown

insignificant planet.

A planet called...

Earth.

So that’s what ol’ flame face

is lookin’ for.

Yes, by my vortex device

will stop them permanently.

I can substitute most of the

original components using the

earthling’s rather primitive

technology.

However, we must still locate my

quantum energy module which was

lost in the crash.

According to my files, the

module was recovered by the air

force.

It is currently being studied at

a secret research facility in

Maryland.

Then that is where we must

go.

Hold on a minute, team,

newsflash.

I just got word that the

Daemonites have attacked a major

diamond exchange in Holland.

Hmm, they’re after diamonds.

Let’s take a look.

(Screaming)

They’ve attacked one of the

biggest suppliers in the world.

But I don’t think it’s for cash.

They appear to be looking for a

large diamond.

One too large to sell easily.

The pod.

JACOB: What?

The Daemonites are attempting

to open the statis pod.

They would need a large diamond

to drill through it.

Where’s this statis pod now?

In Canada.

The Daemonites have placed it in

a guarded storage facility.

With the circuitry in that

pod, they Daemonites can restore

the Behemoth to space flight.

They could locate the orb

easily.

We must prevent them from

opening it.

Spartan, you and the other

WildC.A.T.s travel to Holland.

Prevent them from obtaining a

suitable diamond.

Uh, sir, wouldn’t it be

simpler to--

Spartan!

Yes, sir, we’ll leave

immediately.

That’s better.

Zealot, you’ll come with me.

We still need to secure my

quantum energy module.

Ah, perfect!

This is the one.

Help yourself to any others you

may wish.

Now you’re talkin’.

And we’re interrupting.

Shred ’em, C.A.T.s.

Man, this is my kind of

party.

Whoa!

Success.

Majestic and Zealot are in

Maryland.

The others are in Holland.

Events are proceeding as

scheduled.

I wonder--

What do you mean?

How did Majestic get into

that statis pod in the first

place?

You were the ship’s computer,

you should know.

I’m sorry.

All records of the crash are

missing.

They must have been damaged.

Sure.

Why did Majestic send the whole

team off to stop the bug faces

from getting a diamond that’ll

open the pod when it would’ve

been much easier just to go get

the pod itself.

That’s what Spartan was going to

suggest.

An error?

I don’t think so.

Not if Majestic is as good as

you say.

No, there’s something in that

pod he doesn’t want us to find.

And colour me curious, but I

think I’m gonna go see what it

is.

(Yawning)

(Whistling)

Freeze!

What the?!

(Both screaming)

Now boys, I’m doing this for

your own good.

Here you go, here’s a million

bucks.

Leave the country, change your

names, and never come back.

Good.

Should keep them away from

Helspont’s vengeance.

Now let’s see what’s in that

pod.

Oh, yeah.

(Crickets chirring)

The quantum energy module is

in there.

Then let us go get it.

Wait!

Hey, this is a restricted

area!

Whoa!

Majestic, calm yourself.

The way of the warrior does not

include harming the innocent.

They are mere humans.

Obtaining the module is all that

matters.

I will not permit this.

You cannot stop it.

Whoa!

(Grunting)

It is my destiny.

(Siren wailing)

We got what we came for.

Entering vehicular mode.

Let’s lower the boom on ’em.

Now, C.A.T.s, pounce and

pound ’em.

(Beeping)

Spartan here.

Spartan, we’re receiving an

emergency signal from Zealot in

Maryland.

We gotta send in the C.A.T.s.

But the Troika, they have the

diamond.

That’s not a major concern

right now.

Zealot is.

So move it, mister.

You got it.

WildC.A.T.s, fall back.

What?

Yeah, how ’bout finishin’

this job first?

I mean now.

Zealot needs us.

Let’s go!

(Crickets chirring)

(Alarm beeping)

Code red, run!

Ah, the quantum energy

module.

(Glass shattering)

Victory will soon be mine.

Zealot.

(Gasping)

Is she?

She’s okay.

Just stunned.

What about Majestic?

(Explosion sounding)

That answer your question?

(Snickering)

He hit the power core.

It’s going to blow!

This whole place is about to

go sky-high.

We have to get those people

to safety.

No, there is no time.

Only one way to ship this

package.

Hand delivery.



Look!

MAUL: It’s Spartan.

(All cheering)

JACOB: Void, ain’t you got

that pod open yet?

The lock requires a code word

to open.

The possibilities are almost

infinite.

Then let’s trim ’em down a

little.

Let’s say that a great military

leader was to defeat the

Daemonites.

Let’s further say he then got a

hold of this orb and just for

the sake of argument, let’s

say he used that orb to conquer

and rule the whole darn galaxy.

Is there a Kherubim word for a

guy like that?

Why, why, yes.

There is such a legendary

figure.

He is called Khalim, the

ultimate one, but surely you do

not think that Commander

Majestic believes himself to

be--

(Alarm blaring)

That was an explosion in the

building.

Look, it’s Majestic and he’s

taken the vortex device.

If he’s found the quantum energy

module, we’re done for.

Khalim.

(Whirring)

WildC.A.T. alert.

WildC.A.T.s, you have to stop

Majestic before it’s too late.

At last, the first step of my

destiny is almost complete.

Once this gate is opened,

anything in its presence will be

sucked into the vortex.

All I need now is to get

Helspont close enough to send

him through.

That energy pulse, no Earth

technology could produce that.

Might it be the orb,

Lord Helspont?

Possibly.

Majestic may have found it or it

may be a trick.

But we cannot risk him learning

to use the orb against us.

Prepare two outer ships.

Ah, as I predicted, the

Daemonites are on their way.

Time to activate the vortex.

(Whirring)

(Rumbling)

Ayuda!

El diablo esta aqui.

(All screaming)

I’ve waited a long time for

this moment.

The Daemonite scourge will

finally be destroyed--

SPARTAN: And so will

thousands of innocent people.

What?

The WildC.A.T.s.

The vortex is too dangerous,

Majestic.

Shut it down.

No, this is my destiny.

To destroy the Daemonites.

And after the Daemonites,

what?

Find the orb?

It would be my right.

The orb was hidden from the

Daemonites.

If I destroy them, its power

should be mine.

And the galaxy?

Mine.

It is my right.

Leave, that is an order.

No.

You refuse?

You refuse the direct order of a

superior officer?

I am sorry, sir.

But it is my considered opinion

that you are no longer fit to

command.

Under article five of the

Kherubim military code, I am

relieving you of your position.

That is treason, mister.

I am ordering you to shut

down this device and return to

headquarters for medical

treatment.

Now!

I don’t need medical

treatment, but you will.

Oh!

Spartan!

Stop him!

(Snickering)

Fools!

Your pitiful weapons are no

match for me.

(All screaming)

And now for the Daemonites.

As I suspected, it is a trap.

A cursed Kherubim!

Pull back!

Pull back!

(Lord Helspont screaming)

(Snickering)

Success!

Success!

The Daemonites are destroyed.

The orb and the galaxy are mine

by rights!

No.

(Laughing)

(Screaming)

That was most satisfactory.

Helm, get us out of here.

What about the WildC.A.T.s,

Lord Helspont?

Leave them to the vortex.

As for us, the orb awaits.



Must stop vortex.

(All screaming)

Ah!

(All screaming)

Hey.

Well done.

Oh, yes.

Spartan, my man.

You did it.

I...

Whoa.

This was what Majestic was

hiding in the pod.

It’s a section of the ship’s

computer memory bank.

Got something on it you might

find interesting.

We have the Daemonites now.

Ram them, full speed,

Mr. Hadrian.

Sir, such a manoeuvre could

damage our ship behind repair.

The Daemonite ship is crippled,

should we not demand their

surrender?

No quarter, Mr. Hadrian.

Finish them now.

But--

Oh!

(Alarm beeping)

I said ram them.

It is my destiny.

VOID: Red alert, red alert.

Damage critical.

As you can see, Spartan,

you didn’t cause the crash,

Majestic did.

Then he took the ship’s

recording and escaped in the

statis pod.

Yes, it would’ve been nice to

have known that thousands of

years ago.

Nonetheless, you did what you

thought was right.

This is what makes you a good

leader.

Not to mention you can get

blown in half and still look

fresh as the daisy the next day.

I owe it all to clean living.

But one thing worries me.

That orb.

Yeah.

We knew Helspont was after

something major, but we didn’t

know it was this major.

The orb is all powerful and

power is seductive.

JACOB: Let’s face it,

WildC.A.T.s, we may be in for

the fight of our lives.