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You digging this, Therese?

Yeah. The boss would be proud.

You can almost taste it, can't you?

Power and control are such sweet
intoxicants. Like puppets on strings.

A glorious finger play.

Well, let's see how our little club
zombies are doing tonight, shall we?

They're all yours.

Don't I know it.

Have a little chicken walk.

Perez, I'm surprised.

Please.

Just a little.

That's enough of that nonsense.

All right, call the troops to order.

An oath sworn is an oath answered.

An oath of vengeance for a life taken. A
past destroyed.

A future threatened.

Enemy of darkness.

His battle eternal.

He walks the earth relentless.

His mission, to hunt the messengers of
evil and drive them back to hell.

Now, the light of the earth depends on
the immortal.

You're staring at me. Am I?

Yeah. Sorry, I, uh... It's nothing.

What's on your curious little mind,
Goodwin?

Well, if you must know... Go on, get it
off that excuse for a task.

Hey, let's not get personal here. I
don't criticize your... Hey, don't even

think about it.

Think about what?

It's quite a get -up you're wearing.

You're going out again, aren't you?

So? So that's three nights in a row.
It's not like you.

Who's it like, Goodwin? Anyone I know?

I knew it suddenly made you bust in,
Mother.

You're right. Never mind.

Hey, man.

Fine. Good.

So,

where have you been?

Where are you going?

If you must know, I'm conducting a study
dealing with acoustic influences on the

human psyche.

Where and with whom might you be
conducting that?

With a guy who is the owner of a very
popular local dance club.

That explains the get -up.

Maybe I've been there.

You never know.

No, you don't, do you? No.

Well, you should probably eat something
before you go. The club food can be

quite... Goodwin, I'm going to grab
something on the way out. If that's okay

with you, Mom.

Call me Big Mama.

I couldn't hear you.

I haven't seen you around lately.

Kind of in a hurry, Ray.

Heading out? What's up?

More of the same.

Research.

Research? As in... God, you too?

I'll explain later. Honest, I will. But
right now, I've really got to go.

Getting a nice buzz.

It's a non -alcoholic smart drink.

I'm just taking a little break while the
troops are out scaring up some new

recruits. Why don't you join me?

I'm smart enough.

Yeah, I've noticed. I'm honest, too.

Well, here's to good times.

Cut the crap, Rodan.

The boss sent me here to ensure this
planet's being carried out as quickly

efficiently as possible.

And in case you've forgotten, He's not
the most patient of employers.

You've got a problem with the way I've
been handling things?

You know, I built this little empire
entirely on my own, long before you

arrived. And don't you ever forget that.
And don't you ever forget that we're

all here serving a greater master, one
who does not stand for personal gain.

I'll be in the studio preparing the next
set.

We have to be ready to roll again in an
hour.

No rest for the wicked.

Wit.

Hey, you see Sarah?

Briefly. Or someone that vaguely
resembles her. Did you see that get -up?

I know what you mean.

Maybe it's one of those woman things.

Please don't take that in any sort of
sexist context.

Oh, I wouldn't do that, especially
coming from you.

What is this research project she's
working on?

Oh, um... Acoustic psycho something or
other.

Yeah.

Do you think it had the demon
connection?

She was pretty vague about it.

I wonder where she's been and where
she's going.

I've got a theory.

Shoot.

You may not like it.

She seeing someone?

And I could be totally off on that one.
I mean, way, way off.

Well, she's a grown woman.

Women have needs.

Yeah. Hey, maybe she just joined a
midnight bowling league, huh? Oh,

interesting theory.

Think she wears high -heeled bowling
shoes?

Why don't you just talk to her?

I tried.

She won't listen to me.

Do me a favor.

Keep an eye on her, will you?

An eye on her?

Yeah.

Right.

The human body is such a complex and
fascinating machine.

A billion nerve endings, each leading to
a specific part of the mind and each

capable of triggering an infinite number
of primal feelings and emotions from...

unfathomable heights of ecstasy. To
unbearable depths of pain.

Different strokes.

It's cool.

I thought you were in the studio.

Yeah, everything's ready. I need a
status on a mixed musical voice. Excuse

That's artiste.

Sorry, artiste.

Please?

Let's see.

Subject number.

Dylan Phillips, age 24.

Neural audio rhythmic response.

Perfect. Particular phobias include
height and falling.

Ah, the joys of primal emotions.

Sounds like a one -hit wonder.

It's always been one of my specialties.

Wiring them up and draining them until
they're empty.

And then skyrocketing them and letting
them explode into a brilliant ball of

flame.

Okay.

There's plenty more where he came from.

I think Mr. Phillips' first release
should be called Gravity Zero.

You've always had such a way with
titles. Baby, don't you know it.

Get him wired and ready for me.

Consider it done.

You really think I've been slacking off?

That's not for me to decide.

I've done so much in the name of evil.

Is the boss really concerned?

Like I said, just be patient.

Now, now, if you'll excuse me, sweet
thing.

You have an eight -track heart, Rodan,
and a one -track mind.

I'm going digital, baby.

Gonna be a rumble in the jungle.

Hi.

I'm so sorry if I'm late.

Don't be silly. Please, join me.

Can I get you something to drink?

Oh, I would love a mineral water if you
have it.

That tune was playing at the club last
night.

That's correct.

My latest artist hit.

It had quite the effect on the crowd.

Yes, it did.

Oh, um... I brought those studies you'd
asked about.

Much appreciated.

But, um, I'll read them later.

Sure.

I am so thrilled to have you here,
Sarah.

When I first discovered you through your
internet report on Psychic Auditory

Stimuli, I knew you were on something
big. You know, a breakthrough discovery.

I can't take full credit for that.

I'm just furthering the study.

Don't be so modest.

Your detailed analysis of acoustic
manipulation of primal human emotions

Well, it provided me with a key that I
was needing to perfect my own

And now, we have all we need to
accomplish our objective.

And what might those be?

Specifically, I mean, your objective.

Nothing.

Soon the whole world will be marching to
our beat.

Our beat?

Oh, thanks to the tangos there.

Early studies by Victor and Grace report
increased cardiovascular and

respiratory activity in direct relation
to the accelerated tempo of the auditory

stimuli.

Sexual and predatory inclinations of
primates correspond directly to

vocalizations during courtship and
mating rituals.

Music and sound have a greater control
over humans than you might imagine,

Sarah. They can induce every emotion,
from romantic love to uncontrollable

There's a demon line if I've ever heard
one.

Where did you record this, Sarah?

Where did you record this?

Yeah, I'd really love to stay and chat,
but, hey, you are really... Hot?

Yeah, I know, and I'm dying for a drink.
Come on, stranger.

Uh, but I've got to, um... Anybody ever
tell you that you look like Leonardo

DiCaprio?

Actually, no. You think so?

But you're much prettier.

So, what's your pleasure?

A blue cross orgasm.

It's organic, you know.

Blue cross orgasm? Sounds painful.

Yeah, but painfully delicious.

Sorry, I gotta go.

What a shame.

He's a hottie.

Oh well, he'll be back.

Sarah?

Sarah?

Do I know you?

Not yet.

Welcome to the club.

Prepare to be discovered.

I can't believe you sent Goodwin to the
club.

You're missing the point.

Stalking demons is serious business.

God, you don't think I know that after
all we've been through?

Sarah.

This is about life and death.

Yours. No.

This is about your need to be in control
all the time.

Sarah, look, you're making this into a
man and woman thing, and that's not what

it's about.

No, you're the one being sexist. You
think I got the idea to go undercover

some quiz in Cosmo? I didn't say that.

You know, I happen to believe that
there's got to be more than one way to

demon. Well, if there was, don't you
think I would have thought of it by now?

After 400 years of sword swinging?
Apparently not.

Rafe, why can't you embrace modern
technology?

My database will allow us to catalog and
categorize demonic behaviors.

But I can't achieve that without first
-hand field experience.

And that's what's going to get you
killed. I can take care of myself.

Well, I'm not willing to risk your life
on that.

You know, maybe if you trusted me, you
might know what I'm capable of. I do

trust you.

Really?

You sure have a funny way of showing it.

You know, Rafe, I am sick and tired of
you and Goodwin treating me like I'm a

child.

Always hiding behind half -truths and
pig Latin every time you think there's

going to be trouble.

Look, I'm just trying to protect you. I
don't want your protection. I want your

respect. I do respect you.

Clearly.

That's why you went through my personal
thing.

Sent Goodwin to spy on me.

I'm sorry.

I should have been more upfront with
you.

But you should have told me what you
were trying to do.

If I had, would you let me go out on my
own, Rafe?

I didn't think so.

He's a demon, Sarah.

I know.

Look,

I started this.

Let me finish it.

Let's finish this together.

Together.

Move it, punk. I'm putting one foot in
front of the other here.

Have a nice trip.

Where is everyone?

Oh, they'll be back. All my little
minions always come back for more.

Club zombies, great. And who the hell
are you?

My name is Rodan.

Rodan? As in the owner of Wired?

That's me, man. The one and only.

Your music is demonic.

Thank you, I try my best.

You're very special, aren't you?

I like to think so.

Yeah.

So, what is this place exactly?

Wired is the culmination of a lifelong
dream.

The perfect synthesis of audio and
visual stimuli.

An environment where the pure, primal
impulses of the human animal are given

full freedom of expression.

You sound like an infomercial for an
after -hours dance club.

Well, you were humming a different tune
earlier tonight, Wild Thing.

I was drugged, or something.

Probably laced in that smoke you pump in
here.

Chemicals are so passe, man.

I mean, they may...

open an individual's unconsciousness,
but they leave so little room for

Control by an outside influence.

An evil outside influence like you, man.

Show some respect.

I question authority. It's what I do. So
young, so cocky, so toted.

This way.

See if I have a choice, huh?

You heard the man.

Now. Would you knock it off?

Welcome to the heart and soul of Wired.

Soul? That's a joke.

Looks more like Dr.

Frankenstein's home recording studio.

This is my lovely and talented producer,
Therese.

Hiya, sunshine.

You.

I knew the moment I saw you tonight we'd
be working together.

Me work with you? I don't think so.

For a young man, you're so very, very
complex.

yet malleable.

Oh, and for a beautiful demoness, you're
so very, very ugly, and yet ugly.

You have a way with words. I take that
as a compliment.

You would.

What you see here is the future of human
auditory mind control.

Don't touch that.

We electronically simulate the subject's
brain with a specific combination of

sound. What comes out is, well... Demon
New Age soundtrack.

Yes. You could call it that. There's a
long history regarding the power of

and music on the human mind.

Think of the battle cry.

Drums and horns stirred the warrior
spirits before battle.

In ancient Rome, certain musical modes
were banned by the state for fear of

revolutionary thoughts instilled in the
populace.

We're about to conduct a little
experiment.

Why don't you take a look?

The room is soundproofed.

Who is he?

Is this your average run -of -the -mill
club killer?

Who found himself in the wrong club at
the wrong time?

What's this experiment? What are you
going to do to him?

I subject him to extreme high and low
frequency sound waves.

Watch as I gradually increase the
volume.

No!

No, please, stop!

Turn it off!

Nice! Oh, this is my favorite part.

Oh, me too. It's so cool.

You're sick!

You can say that again.

You demon beast.

Yes, go on. Give us more.

You're wicked and evil.

Keep going. I love it. No, you're worse
than evil. You're weevil. You're pure

weevil. Oh, aren't we, though?

So, uh, is this what you're going to be
doing to me?

No.

Oh, no.

We have something much more delicious
and devious.

You have far too much potential musical
talent.

Musical talent? Oh, no, no, no, no. I
don't think so.

Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes.

It's inside of you, Goodwin.

In the deep, dark recesses of your
pitiful soul.

And we're going to get it out for all to
hear.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Your personal soundtrack is going to
help us to build a worldwide satanic

of club zombies.

Forget it.

Wear them up for us.

No! No!

No, no, no, I can't carry a tuna in a
bucket. I got kicked out of a karaoke

Sorry, friend.

You're going number one.

Number one. With a bullet.

Hey, how you doing?

So, you must be the guardian of the
gate.

Guardian or just plain bouncer, you
ain't getting by.

And why is that?

You're too old, geezer.

Really?

Well, at least I don't smell like demon
rotgut.

Damn, bouncer demon. Should have seen it
coming.

Let's play ball.

cutting in line tonight.

But I'll leave you a good tip.

Her name's Sarah.

Well, my name's Ricky.

Why don't you buy me a drink, stranger,
and we could get to know each other a

little better.

Maybe later.

See, I must be losing my touch.

All right, are we on wire tonight?

That's cool, because in a few moments,
we're going to be debuting the hot new

Wired artist.

Trust me when I say this guy is going to
transport you to primal zone.

that you've only ever dreamed of.

So you ready for this?

Can't hear you.

All right, let's get wired and give it
up for Goodwin.

Goodwin, a musician?

That's got to be demonology.

Ray. Sarah.

What's going on here? And why am I
hearing Goodwin over this noise?

It's become part of their plan.

Well, where is he? I don't know.

I think there's a control room in the
back.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm all right. How are they doing
this?

They're using the music to control the
crowd.

Troy Goodwin.

We have to stop them, Ray.

Yeah.

Sarah?

Sarah! All right!

You're mine now, mortal.

Brilliant first set, good one.

His primal soundtrack was really out
there. Even got me bugged for a second.

That's hard to believe.

Didn't know you had that kind of freaked
out musical energy in you, did you?

How you feeling, little guy?

Cool, man.

We all have it in us.

Even the so -called innocent.

And it's not that the thing is innocent.

Exactly. That's our point.

Mmm, foxy lady.

Serve yourself a drink, good one.

Yeah, baby, we need you for another set
of delicious primal hardwired grooves.

You know, he makes Kid Rock sound like
the Backstreet Boys. I love it.

And this time, when we release your
digital vibes for free over the

The real fun's gonna begin.

Math hysteria. Global audio virus
infecting hearts and souls. Not only

hard drives.

Too cool.

The boss sure knew what he was doing
when he released that whip technology.

Definitely.

Everyone's plugged in and ready to get
evil.

Ah, what a pity.

Such a colossal waste of delectable
flesh.

That's enough, Ricky.

They're away from there. The immortals
have no concern to you.

Yes, sir.

Why don't you see to our new artiste in
the next room?

Do whatever you can to renew his
spirits.

After all, he is a star, one which will
be falling soon, extinguishing itself in

a brilliant blaze of light.

So we can rock around the clock tonight.

She's such a poet.

Got it all from the king.

But those fried peanut butter and banana
sandwiches were... You know,

personally, I think that that's what...
Right.

Well, what are you waiting for?

Arnold himself would have stumbled so
clumsily into our crap.

He's all ours now. The little lab rat,
secure in his cage.

God, we're going to score so many points
at the Gerson Bridge in the darkness.

Let's not forget who started this club.

Me. And you're here to, uh, what?

Assist me?

Uh... It's so good to be above ground.

We're so pleased that you could join us.

If your friends out there had been
demons, they'd be in hell by now.

There's a power in numbers, immortal.

Even if they are mere human pawns,
they're still my pawns.

Not for long.

So where are my friends?

Is that a philosophical question?

No?

Your friends.

Oh! you mean the musical boy wonder in
my new zombie rave chick she's a wild

animal man once you get to know her you
touch him and you're off the

planet and you're what you're in no
position to be launching threats

fact i'm tired of listening to your
nauseating little voice from now on

just going to listen to me because i've
got a Cool, sexy voice. It's hypnotic

and easy to fall prey to.

I'll send you straight back to hell!

Odette, speak up. I can't hear you.

You just about ready?

A few more adjustments.

Frustrations of an artist.

Jimmy Morrison would do that when he
drank too much beer.

I kind of liked him.

Enjoyed watching him self -destruct.

An inspiration to so many music lovers.

Damn, that signal.

You know, if I can only get out a 911
message, that's my maybe.

What the hell?

Now, isn't that better?

Just think of me as your own private.

Satanic nurse.

Cool.

Relax, little lambie.

Conserve your strength, because you're
going to need it.

Yeah, plug me in and turn me on, baby.

Well, Mr. Kane, your time to say
farewell has almost come.

And a most original and excruciatingly
painful demise it will be.

I'd ask you to come down here and fight
like a man, but then I realize every

demon I've ever known has been a pitiful
coward at the very core of his

existence. Wow.

That's deep, man.

I'm moved.

I'm quaking.

All right, all systems ready. We're good
to go.

Have a little fun.

Save your breath, immortal.

Enjoy the few that you have left.

Tell our friend exactly how he's going
to die, won't you, baby?

The loudspeakers in the wall, Mr. Kane,
are custom designed to generate lethal

combinations of sub and ultrasonic audio
frequencies.

Now, as the decibel levels slowly
increase, you will first experience the

shattering of your eardrum.

And soon following that, the
uncontrollable acceleration of your

the very blood within your veins begins
to boil.

If you should stay conscious long
enough, which is likely being an

You'll actually experience the implosion
of your own heart.

My heart bleeds.

Oh, it'll bleed all right.

Well, all right then. Let's rock and
roll.

Forget trying to block the sound out,
man.

The music is in.

Our club zombies are waiting.

Let's fire them up.

I love the smell of napalm brain cells
in the morning.

Smells like music to my ears.

I'll be back in a flash.

I wouldn't want to miss the Immortals'
grand finale.

Let's just see how long it takes before
you start to squirm.

Meditate on this tough guy.

Welcome once again, my wired brothers.

I know you've all been waiting patiently
for another mind blast of primal energy

from our all -new wired star.

Well, wait no longer.

Open your empty souls and lose yourself
in the all -new tranced -out groove.

has any effect.

Where are you going, Sarah?

I was just... Are you with me, Sarah?

Sarah, are you with me or against me?

Let me see them.

What?

The immortal and Goodwin.

I want to see them die.

Love it!

Save Goody. He's in there. Okay.

Goodwin. Oh.

Kick us up, Rodan.

Not on my turn.

I just gotta get you.

Ouch! Ouch.

Goodwin. Goody.

Can you hear me, Goodwin?

Listen to the music, immortal.

It's the sweet sound of your young
friend's very life -force. It's okay,

don't be afraid.

I'm here.

Okay, don't be afraid.

Just think good thoughts, Goodwin.

Happy thoughts.

Happy, yes.

I've been... I've been 70s happy.

This will neutralize the demon track.

Like disco fever, Goodwin.

Crazy chicks.

No fatal sexual diseases. Happy.

Please send me to Hell Immortal.

Anything but this, I beg you.

Huh. If you insist.

Rafe, I don't know what to say.

You don't have to say anything.

No, I do. I mean, I should have told you
sooner that I was going undercover at

the club, but I just wanted to prove
that I could do something important on

own. You don't have to prove anything.

Good one, Dazon.

You'll always be important to me. And
him, always.

Well, thank you for looking out for me
again.

For us.

That's right, man. You're always there
when we need you.

No problemo, man. I know you'd do the
same for me.

You'd do the same for me. That sounds
like song lyrics.

Oh, no.

Oh, he still thinks that he's composing.
Yeah, decomposing is more like it.