Wild C.A.T.S: Covert Action Teams (1994–…): Season 1, Episode 8 - Betrayed - full transcript
♪ WildC.A.T.s, WildC.A.T.s♪
♪ WildC.A.T.s, WildC.A.T.s♪
♪ WildC.A.T.s♪
♪ 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♪
♪ 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: Entry 18.2.
We now know that the Orb is
located within the legendary
temple of Themiskyra.
Unfortunately, Helspont has that
information as well, which means
we are now in a race against
time to discover the temple's
location, with the fate of the
world and the entire galaxy at
stake.
Bad news, WildC.A.T.s.
Zealot and I deep-scanned the
entire southern coast of Africa.
We found two buried temples, but
both were Roman, far too new.
Themiskyra is ancient.
Wait a minute.
What's that?
That is the treasure of
Blackbeard the Pirate.
You sure?
I helped bury it myself in
the year 1718.
A fortune in gold and jewels
and you didn't tell me?
The way of the warrior is not
one of luxury, Jacob Marlowe.
You already have far too much
money.
Now that's where you and I
differ in opinion, Zealot.
I'm with you on this one,
fireplug.
Well, I'm not.
Yeah.
If Helspont gets that Orb, all
the money in the world won't be
worth squat.
You're right, you're right.
The gold's been buried for 400
years.
It can wait a little longer.
Void, make a record of that
location.
I have already done so.
Scanning the whole planet is
going to take more time than we
can afford.
We've got to narrow the search.
Warblade's supposed to be doing
a computer search for possible
locations.
Does anyone know how it's going?
Uh, kind of slow, actually.
He's... having trouble
concentrating.
You know how it is.
Yes, the contest.
Hmm.
I'll talk to him.
Our new mega-computer complex
is almost complete, Lord
Helspont, but may I reiterate my
concerns about security?
If the WildC.A.T.s were to
attack, we would have nowhere to
retreat.
I do not intend to retreat,
Pike.
Remember that.
Yes, Lord.
That is better.
You just keep your mind on your
work.
As for the WildC.A.T.s, leave
them to me.
Ahh, at last.
Taboo, report your progress.
Success, Lord Helspont.
The psionic transmitter parasite
is ready for activation.
And I have tuned it to your
precise mental frequency.
Yes.
Yes, I can feel it.
Excellent work, Taboo.
Then the time has come to act.
I will destroy the WildC.A.T.s
by striking at their head.
REPORTER: Final preparations
are underway for the martial
arts championship in Osaka this
week.
John Yarbrough, the reigning
champion, is expected to
triumph again this year.
(Crowd cheering)
Ha!
Don't get too used to that
trophy, John boy.
‘Cause this year, it's going to
be mine!
SPARTAN: Hardly a fair fight,
wouldn't you say?
Using Kherubim powers against a
human opponent?
Hey, I don't need blades to
beat that bozo.
I'll take him hand-to-hand,
don't you worry.
I'm not worried about the
contest, Warblade.
But I am worried about finding
the temple before the
Daemonites.
Africa's coast didn't pan out.
Did your data search turn up
anything else?
Uh, well...
You haven't even been
looking, have you?
You've been spending all of your
time preparing for this...
contest.
The temple is like Atlantis.
It's so legendary, it could be
anywhere.
Finding it could take years, and
the contest is next week!
That's right, mister, but
it's still just a contest.
And right now, you're part of a
war.
Yeah, that's right.
Only thing is, you're a lifer.
You volunteered.
I was drafted.
I had a life before this, and
this contest was a big part of
it.
Listen, Warblade.
Reno.
My name is Reno.
Warblade is just a name you hung
on me.
Like this costume.
JACOB: Boys, boys, boys.
Hate to interrupt your fun, but
Void's reporting a concentration
of Daemonite activity.
Yeah?
Where is it this time?
Right here.
♪
Those bug-faces got some
nerve rumbling on our turf.
Claws out, C.A.T.s.
It's time to roar.
Get the scanner.
Move!
Criminy.
I hope this is tax-deductible.
(Roaring)
(Screaming)
Grifter!
(Screaming)
Fair catch.
And down on the 20-ton line.
Thanks.
Do not mention it.
I'll nail ‘em.
Going somewhere, boys?
Hurry up with that thing!
JACOB: Hey, get away from
there!
Time for me to drop in.
What the--
JACOB: I said back off!
Drop that deep-scanner, or
I'll--
Huh?
Greetings, Jacob Marlowe.
And goodbye.
(Screaming)
Marlowe!
Marlowe!
Pack it up, lady, and I mean
now!
But of course.
Mission accomplished.
Pull us out.
(Laughing)
ZEALOT: Spartan!
Jacob has been injured.
(Grunting)
That Daemonite demoness
zapped him with something.
Is he all right?
Oh...
Actually, he seems kind of
okay.
He's just majorly zonked out.
Ugh...
Oh...
Now I remember why I let you
C.A.T.s do the fighting.
Maybe we oughta get him to a
hospital.
No way.
You know what those places cost?
Criminy.
You'd think I was made of money.
GRIFTER: Sounds normal to me.
Looks like we got off lucky.
I'm afraid not, C.A.T.s.
The Daemonites got the
deep-scanner.
They'll be able to spot the
temple now.
If they know where to look.
Yeah, well, that's a mighty
big if.
That temple is old.
My computers turned up
references to it on 6 continents
and 140 civilizations, from
Chinese to Choctaw.
No one knows where it is, not
even Helspont.
Well, mister, if I know old
flame-face, he's got a way to
find out.
(Helspont laughing)
This is excellent.
You're certain the WildC.A.T.s
never saw the back of this stone
tablet?
Positive, my lord.
They had it in their possession
only a few moments, and it was
lying flat on the table.
Then we have the advantage.
These Kherubim star coordinates
give the temple's exact
location.
Begging your pardon, Lord
Helspont, but why don’t we go
there now?
We have the WildC.A.T.s' deep
scan device.
Because, you fool, these star
coordinates are 14,000 years
old.
To use them, we must first
calculate the exact position of
every star in the galaxy when
the temple was created.
That's impossible.
No, it isn't.
But it is extremely difficult.
That is why we must construct a
supercomputer capable of such
a mammoth calculation.
But what of the WildC.A.T.s?
Surely they will detect our
activity before long.
(Laughing)
Do not concern yourself with
the WildC.A.T.s, Pike.
They are about to discover a
traitor in their midst.
I've left my machines on
automatic.
They'll scan every database in
every library in every language
in the world.
Every reference to the temple
will be analyzed for clues to
its location.
How long will it take?
About three days.
And since it'll take you guys
that long to build a new deep
scanner anyway, if you'll excuse
me, I've got a trophy to win.
Warblade.
What?
Come back a champ, mister.
You got it.
Ow!
Blasted computer systems.
Wish Warblade was here.
(Alarm blaring)
Huh?
WildC.A.T. alert!
Come on, C.A.T.s!
VOID: Attention, WildC.A.T.s.
I have detected a sizeable
amount of Daemonite activity.
Where?
The southern Himalayas.
However, the exact location is
uncertain.
The mountains interfere with my
sensors.
Can you determine what the
Daemonites are doing?
Yes, they seem to be
constructing a large
supercomputer.
Bad time to be without
Warblade.
Well, come on, C.A.T.s.
It's time to roar!
Approaching the southern
Himalayas now.
Roger that.
Better activate cloaking mode.
We don't want those bug-faces to
see you coming.
SPARTAN: Roger.
Activating now.
(Beeping)
They've gone cloaked.
Should I order the computer
centre activated?
Don't be absurd.
The WildC.A.T.s are no threat to
us.
But they will be arriving at
our supercomputer installation
within four minutes.
No, they will not.
Taboo, activate the psionic
transmitter.
Yes...
I feel it...
I feel it.
(Groaning)
JACOB: I feel it.
(Laughing)
Yes...
I am in control.
The transmitter is working
perfectly.
Deactivate stealth mode.
Remote override sequence
Marlowe-1-Delta.
SPARTAN: What the--
We have lost stealth
capacity.
It's the WildC.A.T.s!
Vaporize them!
Weapons systems have been
remote deactivated.
Controls not responding.
Remote engine shutdown.
Override sequence
Marlowe-7-Gamma.
SPARTAN: We've lost power.
What the heck is happening?
I'll tell you what's
happening, Grifter.
We're going down.
Time to bail, WildC.A.T.s!
Now!
Full nitro!
Let's rock!
(Screaming)
Shred ‘em, WildC.A.T.s!
What?
We're losing ground!
I would suggest regrouping
elsewhere.
I'll take that suggestion.
Let's move!
(Laughing)
No!
No!
What am I... doing?
It is useless to resist,
Jacob Marlowe.
I control your body now.
No!
Jacob, what is--
(Gasping)
VOID: You have been implanted
with a Daemonite psionic
transmitter.
Go!
Run!
(Laughing)
HELSPONT: Too late!
No!
The computer is down,
Marlowe.
Dispose of it, now!
Nooo!
(Grunting)
Blast you, Marlowe!
I am in control here!
W-won't do you m-much good!
‘Cause I'm... not going...
anywhere!
(Helspont groaning)
Pike, status report.
The WildC.A.T.s are down,
Lord Helspont, but they are
still dangerous.
Activate the computer now,
Pike!
I want those coordinates before
the WildC.A.T.s have a chance to
interfere!
At once, Lord Helspont.
Those bug-faces are starting
it up.
Yeah, but we've got troubles
of our own.
MAN: Got it in the bag, Reno.
Yarbrough's going down next
punch.
You got that right.
Nothing's going to stop me from
getting that trophy now.
(Beeping)
Not now.
Oh, no.
This better be a wrong number.
Marlowe?
What--
Team... down.
South Himalayas.
Helspont planted transmitter in
my head.
So that's what Taboo shot you
with!
Stay... there.
That's... an... order.
Marlowe... out.
Stay here?
Right.
If Marlowe's got a brain bug,
then what he knows, Helspont
knows.
So if Helspont thinks I'm
staying here, then he's got
another thing coming.
Sorry, John boy.
Looks like the trophy's yours
again.
I gotta cut and run.
(Whistle blowing)
(Maul roaring)
Ahh.
Lord Helspont, the coordinates
are starting to come through.
Excellent.
Transmit them as soon as
possible.
Dockwell.
Ready the deep-scan
hover ship.
This thing works... both
ways.
Spartan!
No!
I forbid you to move.
(Groaning)
MARLOWE: Spartan!
Destroy that computer centre
now!
On our way!
C.A.T.s, we've got a target.
Let's move!
(Roaring)
This device has failed me,
Taboo.
Which means you have failed me.
Forgive me, Lord Helspont.
(Screaming)
Here it is, Lord Helspont.
Latitude 3 degrees, 6 minutes
north...
Longitude 98 degrees, 4 minutes
east.
No good!
The walls are too thick.
It's taking too long.
WARBLADE: Heads up!
What the--
(Screaming)
Hey, guys.
Just thought I'd... cut in.
(Cheering)
JACOB: Boy, am I glad to get
this thing off of my mind.
It was a simple matter to
teleport it out once Warblade
had repaired my circuits.
Yeah!
Two points.
I'm sorry you didn't get the
trophy, Warblade.
You know, the weird thing is
it doesn't matter.
I proved I could win.
After that, the trophy's just a
gold-plated trinket.
JACOB: Speaking of gold,
think we got time to go after
that treasure?
I'm afraid not, sir.
We don't know how much
information the Daemonites got
out of that computer before it
was destroyed.
Think we were in time?
We can only hope.
DOCKWELL: Success, Lord
Helspont.
The temple of Themiskyra has
been located at last.
(Laughing)
And with it, the Orb.
And thus, the galaxy will soon
be mine.
(Laughing)
♪
♪ WildC.A.T.s, WildC.A.T.s♪
♪ WildC.A.T.s♪
♪ 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♪
♪ 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: Entry 18.2.
We now know that the Orb is
located within the legendary
temple of Themiskyra.
Unfortunately, Helspont has that
information as well, which means
we are now in a race against
time to discover the temple's
location, with the fate of the
world and the entire galaxy at
stake.
Bad news, WildC.A.T.s.
Zealot and I deep-scanned the
entire southern coast of Africa.
We found two buried temples, but
both were Roman, far too new.
Themiskyra is ancient.
Wait a minute.
What's that?
That is the treasure of
Blackbeard the Pirate.
You sure?
I helped bury it myself in
the year 1718.
A fortune in gold and jewels
and you didn't tell me?
The way of the warrior is not
one of luxury, Jacob Marlowe.
You already have far too much
money.
Now that's where you and I
differ in opinion, Zealot.
I'm with you on this one,
fireplug.
Well, I'm not.
Yeah.
If Helspont gets that Orb, all
the money in the world won't be
worth squat.
You're right, you're right.
The gold's been buried for 400
years.
It can wait a little longer.
Void, make a record of that
location.
I have already done so.
Scanning the whole planet is
going to take more time than we
can afford.
We've got to narrow the search.
Warblade's supposed to be doing
a computer search for possible
locations.
Does anyone know how it's going?
Uh, kind of slow, actually.
He's... having trouble
concentrating.
You know how it is.
Yes, the contest.
Hmm.
I'll talk to him.
Our new mega-computer complex
is almost complete, Lord
Helspont, but may I reiterate my
concerns about security?
If the WildC.A.T.s were to
attack, we would have nowhere to
retreat.
I do not intend to retreat,
Pike.
Remember that.
Yes, Lord.
That is better.
You just keep your mind on your
work.
As for the WildC.A.T.s, leave
them to me.
Ahh, at last.
Taboo, report your progress.
Success, Lord Helspont.
The psionic transmitter parasite
is ready for activation.
And I have tuned it to your
precise mental frequency.
Yes.
Yes, I can feel it.
Excellent work, Taboo.
Then the time has come to act.
I will destroy the WildC.A.T.s
by striking at their head.
REPORTER: Final preparations
are underway for the martial
arts championship in Osaka this
week.
John Yarbrough, the reigning
champion, is expected to
triumph again this year.
(Crowd cheering)
Ha!
Don't get too used to that
trophy, John boy.
‘Cause this year, it's going to
be mine!
SPARTAN: Hardly a fair fight,
wouldn't you say?
Using Kherubim powers against a
human opponent?
Hey, I don't need blades to
beat that bozo.
I'll take him hand-to-hand,
don't you worry.
I'm not worried about the
contest, Warblade.
But I am worried about finding
the temple before the
Daemonites.
Africa's coast didn't pan out.
Did your data search turn up
anything else?
Uh, well...
You haven't even been
looking, have you?
You've been spending all of your
time preparing for this...
contest.
The temple is like Atlantis.
It's so legendary, it could be
anywhere.
Finding it could take years, and
the contest is next week!
That's right, mister, but
it's still just a contest.
And right now, you're part of a
war.
Yeah, that's right.
Only thing is, you're a lifer.
You volunteered.
I was drafted.
I had a life before this, and
this contest was a big part of
it.
Listen, Warblade.
Reno.
My name is Reno.
Warblade is just a name you hung
on me.
Like this costume.
JACOB: Boys, boys, boys.
Hate to interrupt your fun, but
Void's reporting a concentration
of Daemonite activity.
Yeah?
Where is it this time?
Right here.
♪
Those bug-faces got some
nerve rumbling on our turf.
Claws out, C.A.T.s.
It's time to roar.
Get the scanner.
Move!
Criminy.
I hope this is tax-deductible.
(Roaring)
(Screaming)
Grifter!
(Screaming)
Fair catch.
And down on the 20-ton line.
Thanks.
Do not mention it.
I'll nail ‘em.
Going somewhere, boys?
Hurry up with that thing!
JACOB: Hey, get away from
there!
Time for me to drop in.
What the--
JACOB: I said back off!
Drop that deep-scanner, or
I'll--
Huh?
Greetings, Jacob Marlowe.
And goodbye.
(Screaming)
Marlowe!
Marlowe!
Pack it up, lady, and I mean
now!
But of course.
Mission accomplished.
Pull us out.
(Laughing)
ZEALOT: Spartan!
Jacob has been injured.
(Grunting)
That Daemonite demoness
zapped him with something.
Is he all right?
Oh...
Actually, he seems kind of
okay.
He's just majorly zonked out.
Ugh...
Oh...
Now I remember why I let you
C.A.T.s do the fighting.
Maybe we oughta get him to a
hospital.
No way.
You know what those places cost?
Criminy.
You'd think I was made of money.
GRIFTER: Sounds normal to me.
Looks like we got off lucky.
I'm afraid not, C.A.T.s.
The Daemonites got the
deep-scanner.
They'll be able to spot the
temple now.
If they know where to look.
Yeah, well, that's a mighty
big if.
That temple is old.
My computers turned up
references to it on 6 continents
and 140 civilizations, from
Chinese to Choctaw.
No one knows where it is, not
even Helspont.
Well, mister, if I know old
flame-face, he's got a way to
find out.
(Helspont laughing)
This is excellent.
You're certain the WildC.A.T.s
never saw the back of this stone
tablet?
Positive, my lord.
They had it in their possession
only a few moments, and it was
lying flat on the table.
Then we have the advantage.
These Kherubim star coordinates
give the temple's exact
location.
Begging your pardon, Lord
Helspont, but why don’t we go
there now?
We have the WildC.A.T.s' deep
scan device.
Because, you fool, these star
coordinates are 14,000 years
old.
To use them, we must first
calculate the exact position of
every star in the galaxy when
the temple was created.
That's impossible.
No, it isn't.
But it is extremely difficult.
That is why we must construct a
supercomputer capable of such
a mammoth calculation.
But what of the WildC.A.T.s?
Surely they will detect our
activity before long.
(Laughing)
Do not concern yourself with
the WildC.A.T.s, Pike.
They are about to discover a
traitor in their midst.
I've left my machines on
automatic.
They'll scan every database in
every library in every language
in the world.
Every reference to the temple
will be analyzed for clues to
its location.
How long will it take?
About three days.
And since it'll take you guys
that long to build a new deep
scanner anyway, if you'll excuse
me, I've got a trophy to win.
Warblade.
What?
Come back a champ, mister.
You got it.
Ow!
Blasted computer systems.
Wish Warblade was here.
(Alarm blaring)
Huh?
WildC.A.T. alert!
Come on, C.A.T.s!
VOID: Attention, WildC.A.T.s.
I have detected a sizeable
amount of Daemonite activity.
Where?
The southern Himalayas.
However, the exact location is
uncertain.
The mountains interfere with my
sensors.
Can you determine what the
Daemonites are doing?
Yes, they seem to be
constructing a large
supercomputer.
Bad time to be without
Warblade.
Well, come on, C.A.T.s.
It's time to roar!
Approaching the southern
Himalayas now.
Roger that.
Better activate cloaking mode.
We don't want those bug-faces to
see you coming.
SPARTAN: Roger.
Activating now.
(Beeping)
They've gone cloaked.
Should I order the computer
centre activated?
Don't be absurd.
The WildC.A.T.s are no threat to
us.
But they will be arriving at
our supercomputer installation
within four minutes.
No, they will not.
Taboo, activate the psionic
transmitter.
Yes...
I feel it...
I feel it.
(Groaning)
JACOB: I feel it.
(Laughing)
Yes...
I am in control.
The transmitter is working
perfectly.
Deactivate stealth mode.
Remote override sequence
Marlowe-1-Delta.
SPARTAN: What the--
We have lost stealth
capacity.
It's the WildC.A.T.s!
Vaporize them!
Weapons systems have been
remote deactivated.
Controls not responding.
Remote engine shutdown.
Override sequence
Marlowe-7-Gamma.
SPARTAN: We've lost power.
What the heck is happening?
I'll tell you what's
happening, Grifter.
We're going down.
Time to bail, WildC.A.T.s!
Now!
Full nitro!
Let's rock!
(Screaming)
Shred ‘em, WildC.A.T.s!
What?
We're losing ground!
I would suggest regrouping
elsewhere.
I'll take that suggestion.
Let's move!
(Laughing)
No!
No!
What am I... doing?
It is useless to resist,
Jacob Marlowe.
I control your body now.
No!
Jacob, what is--
(Gasping)
VOID: You have been implanted
with a Daemonite psionic
transmitter.
Go!
Run!
(Laughing)
HELSPONT: Too late!
No!
The computer is down,
Marlowe.
Dispose of it, now!
Nooo!
(Grunting)
Blast you, Marlowe!
I am in control here!
W-won't do you m-much good!
‘Cause I'm... not going...
anywhere!
(Helspont groaning)
Pike, status report.
The WildC.A.T.s are down,
Lord Helspont, but they are
still dangerous.
Activate the computer now,
Pike!
I want those coordinates before
the WildC.A.T.s have a chance to
interfere!
At once, Lord Helspont.
Those bug-faces are starting
it up.
Yeah, but we've got troubles
of our own.
MAN: Got it in the bag, Reno.
Yarbrough's going down next
punch.
You got that right.
Nothing's going to stop me from
getting that trophy now.
(Beeping)
Not now.
Oh, no.
This better be a wrong number.
Marlowe?
What--
Team... down.
South Himalayas.
Helspont planted transmitter in
my head.
So that's what Taboo shot you
with!
Stay... there.
That's... an... order.
Marlowe... out.
Stay here?
Right.
If Marlowe's got a brain bug,
then what he knows, Helspont
knows.
So if Helspont thinks I'm
staying here, then he's got
another thing coming.
Sorry, John boy.
Looks like the trophy's yours
again.
I gotta cut and run.
(Whistle blowing)
(Maul roaring)
Ahh.
Lord Helspont, the coordinates
are starting to come through.
Excellent.
Transmit them as soon as
possible.
Dockwell.
Ready the deep-scan
hover ship.
This thing works... both
ways.
Spartan!
No!
I forbid you to move.
(Groaning)
MARLOWE: Spartan!
Destroy that computer centre
now!
On our way!
C.A.T.s, we've got a target.
Let's move!
(Roaring)
This device has failed me,
Taboo.
Which means you have failed me.
Forgive me, Lord Helspont.
(Screaming)
Here it is, Lord Helspont.
Latitude 3 degrees, 6 minutes
north...
Longitude 98 degrees, 4 minutes
east.
No good!
The walls are too thick.
It's taking too long.
WARBLADE: Heads up!
What the--
(Screaming)
Hey, guys.
Just thought I'd... cut in.
(Cheering)
JACOB: Boy, am I glad to get
this thing off of my mind.
It was a simple matter to
teleport it out once Warblade
had repaired my circuits.
Yeah!
Two points.
I'm sorry you didn't get the
trophy, Warblade.
You know, the weird thing is
it doesn't matter.
I proved I could win.
After that, the trophy's just a
gold-plated trinket.
JACOB: Speaking of gold,
think we got time to go after
that treasure?
I'm afraid not, sir.
We don't know how much
information the Daemonites got
out of that computer before it
was destroyed.
Think we were in time?
We can only hope.
DOCKWELL: Success, Lord
Helspont.
The temple of Themiskyra has
been located at last.
(Laughing)
And with it, the Orb.
And thus, the galaxy will soon
be mine.
(Laughing)
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