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(dramatic orchestral music)

(screaming)

- Okay lady, take an order!

- What do you want?

- Let me see your specials.

- No, please no!

(screeching tires)

- Back off buddy, she's not on the menu.

- Black Scorpion.

- Let her go.

- You got it.

Just as long as you take her place.

- Sorry, it's not my table.

(grunting)

- Now how am I supposed to
eat without any silverware?

- Use your hands.

(grunting)
(punching)

(groaning)

(groaning)

- [Man] Whatever happened
to service with a smile?

(groaning)

- I'm smiling now.

- That's cause you like me.

I'm a Gemini.

What's your sign?

- Scorpio!

(zapping)

(groaning)

(screeching tires)

Fire.

(exploding)

- [Narrator] In the light of
day, Darcy Walker is a cop.

But in the dark of night, she becomes

Black Scorpion.

Doing with a mask what
she can't do with a badge.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Salutations lost souls,
I'm Professor Profit,

your psychic pal.

The new moon signifies a
dangerous time for Scorpios.

Your mental, physical,
and emotional well being

will be challenged.

Sometimes you'll feel you're
being attacked from all sides.

- Tender Lovin', turn off
that TV and come to bed, girl.

- Yeah baby, just as
soon as my show's over.

- Now what could you possibly be watching

that's more captivating than me?

- Professor Prophet.

- If you have a question
about your future,

call us at 1-900-prophet.

Each call is only $4.95 per minute.

- I can't believe that
somebody would be fool enough

to spend their hard earned money on a

two-bit con artist like that.

- Hello, my name is
Veronica and I'd like to

speak to Professor Prophet.

- What are you doing, woman?

- Ask him a question.

Yes, I'll hold.

- Not for $4.95 a minute you won't.

You better give me that phone.

- Professor Prophet,
Veronica is on line two.

- Hello Victoria, what is your question?

- Actually, it's Veronica.

- Don't waste time chit
chatting, get to it.

- Okay well, sometimes I worry
about the end of the world

and well, I just wanted to
know, how's it going to happen?

- That's the question
the sooth says they've

pondered since the
beginning of time, Valerie.

- It's Veronica.

- Some say the world
will end by earthquake.

Others predict a great wind.

Some believe it might be fire.

Of course, you can't rule out water.

- So, which one is it?

Earth, wind, fire, or water?

- All of the above.

- I don't understand.

- Let me explain it to you, Violet.

- Veronica.

- Oh yes.

These destructive forces of nature will be

unleashed at the same time,

to burn, choke, bury, and drown us.

Against any one of these elements,

we could survive, but against all of them,

we're doomed.

- If you have a question
about your future,

call us at 1-900-prophet.

Each call is only $4.95 per minute.

- Isn't there anything else on?

(groaning tiredly)

- Nope, not this time of night.

- [Man] I'm in for a butterscotch.

- You're bluffing, I'm in.

- I want to know how we got
stuck working graveyard.

- We're single.

None of us are married,
none of us have any kids.

- How many times have I told you two,

no gambling in the squad room?

- Rafferty, Walker, don't
you two have anything

better to do than watch TV?

- It's been a pretty quiet night, Cap.

So what's on?

- Psychic Pals.

- I love that show.

Professor Prophet's a hoot.

He never gets anything right.

- Remember, the future's what you make it.

Okay.

- Sulley, we need to talk.

- Yes Mr. Nielson, what's up?

- Well, it's not your
ratings, that's for sure.

Psychic Pals loses to channel three's

infomercial on paint
thinning night after night.

- I love that infomercial and
the paint thinner is great.

I use it to remove my nail polish.

- Celeste, please.

The ratings will get better, Mr. Nielson.

That's a promise, in fact,
it's more than a promise.

It's a prediction from
Professor Prophet himself.

- Thanks.

Unfortunately your
predictions never come true.

That's why I'm thinking of changing here.

I'm going to replace Psychic Pals with

a rebroadcast of the 6:00 news.

- Tonight Benita Bradley
takes us on an in depth look

at the Phoenix Institute, the genetics lab

which not only reanimates brain tissue,

but is attempting to
remove the criminal impulse

from the gray matter of some of our city's

most notorious super villains.

- You've got one week
to improve your ratings.

- Or what, I'm fired?

- People say you're not a psychic.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Professor, I still don't understand how

breaking into the Phoenix Institute

is going to save our jobs.

Well, Nielsen said I had no ratings

because the audience
didn't believe I'm psychic.

- So?

- So that's all going to change

when my next prediction comes true.

- But your latest
prediction was that the city

would be destroyed by earth,
wind, fire, and water.

- Exactly.

- Well how are you going to pull that off?

I mean, you don't control
any of those things.

- No, but they do.

- The super villains?

- That's right, Aftershock
controls the earth,

Breathtaker the air,

Inferno the fire,

Hurricane the water.

- And you're going to let them go?

- Not only am I going to let them go,

I'm going to let them run wild.

(zapping)

- What was that?

- How do I know?

I'm not a psychic.

Help me find the button
to lift these tubes.

- How about the one that says tube lift?

(beeping)

- Now let's get out of here

before they regain consciousness.

After all, we don't want
to be their first victims.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(growling)

- Man, I don't see why we
have to guard this stuff.

Only one person's ever stolen vibranium.

- Yeah, and she's locked up.

(alarm sounding)

- Not anymore.

- Excuse me ma'am, this
is a restricted area.

- Is that so?

- You're going to have to give us your

level six security pass.

- I'll give you a level six.

On the Richter scale.

(zapping)

(groaning)

Woops, you dropped something.

(zapping)

(choking)

- All right, all right, we give up.

- Yeah, take the vibranium.

- I intend to.

(groaning)

Huh?

(zapping)

- Oh God, thank God you're here.

He's having trouble breathing.

- He's not the only one.

- Breathtaker!

(gasping)

(coughing)

- Ah, there's nothing
like a tank of fresh air.

- [Man] Hey buddy, can I borrow a smoke?

- Read the sign, pal, I sell newspapers.

- I haven't had a smoke in six months.

- Look buddy, this is my last one.

- Yeah it is.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(laughing)

(thunder clapping)

- [Radio] Clear skies and
a beautiful night here

at Angel City, no rain in sight.

- When it rains, it pours.

(thunder clapping)

(screeching tires)

(thunder clapping)

- Star light, star fright,

I see terror on the street tonight.

- But what about tomorrow night?

- The sky's the limit, Celeste.

From now on, the future
is what I make of it.

- [Newscaster] Tonight,
Benita Bradley takes us on

an in depth look at the Phoenix Institute.

- Oh, what I wouldn't give
for a liquor store hold up

right about now.

- I'd settle for a speeder.

You know, anything but this.

(phone ringing)

- 21st precinct.

- Police department.

- Rafferty.

- Okay.

(phone ringing)

- Yeah.

- Got it.

Thanks.

(phone ringing)

Captain,

a barrel of vibranium has just been stolen

from the toxic waste storage facility.

- Vibranium?

- Cap, the Breathtaker has just stolen an

oxygen tank from an ambulance.

- Cap, you haven't heard the worst of it.

Hurricane's causing a storm
down on the Paradise Parkway.

- I'll call for reinforcements.

- This isn't happening.

- It's happening all right.

You two get down to Phoenix
Institute and find out why.

- I don't know why.

My guess is that the control
system short circuited

during their escape which
I am trying to repair

even as we speak.

(zapping)

(blowing)

- How long will this take you?

- Uh, it's difficult to say.

Perhaps you should ask Professor Prophet.

He seems to be good at making predictions.

- I predict that the
four super villains will

unite in a reign of
terror involving earth,

air, fire, and water signs, of the zodiac.

This is Professor Prophet saying remember,

the future is what you make of it.

- You ever worry about the future?

- What, there's nothing to worry about.

So they're super villains.

We'll catch 'em.

We always catch 'em.

- No, I don't mean professionally,

I mean do you ever worry personally?

- Personally?

- You know, you said the
reason we're always here is

because there's nobody at home.

I don't know, maybe the
reason there's nobody at home

is because we're always here.

- I never thought about it like that.

So what do we do?

- I don't know, spend less time at work,

go out, meet people.

(laughing)

- Come on, Darc.

You couldn't do that anymore than I could.

We both eat, breath, and
sleep this job, 24/7.

- I know, I know.

So did my dad.

That's why my mom left him.

Actually, that's why she left us.

I don't want to end up like he did.

You know,

I don't want to end up alone.

- You aren't going to end up alone, Darcy.

We just have to stick to our own kind.

- What are you suggesting?

- Just that the answer may
be staring us in the face.

- Professor,

there's only one thing I don't understand.

- Only one?

- How are you going to make
the zodiac crimes come true?

- Our top story tonight,

hope in the face of fear.

Doctor Phoenix is working around the clock

to repair a device that
will send an electric shock

into the criminal minds
of the four super villains

that escaped his institute last night.

- That's how.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(exotic dance music)

(beeping)

(stuttering)

- Who are you?

- They call me Celeste.

- Um, why?

- Because I have a heavenly body.

Do you want a closer look
at my constellations?

- Yes.

- Do you know what I want?

- What?

- I

want

you

to finish repairing the
impulse control system.

- But it is finished.

- Then so are you.

- Bravo, Celeste, bravo,
an excellent performance.

Your star's never shined so brightly.

- So now what?

- Now we'll align the
planets, but to do that,

we'll have to short circuit the auto-mode

and reset the system on manual.

(crackling)

Testing, one, two, three.

Testing, one, two, three.

Salutations, lost souls.

My name is Professor Prophet

and I'm here to give your lives direction.

The first direction is for you all

to return to the Phoenix
Institute immediately.

- What if they don't come?

- If you disobey, I predict, well, pain.

(zapping)

(grunting)

(thunder clapping)

That oughta do the trick.

From now on, you work for me.

- Hurricane works for no one.

I'm the greatest super villain that the

city of Angels has ever known.

- Please, you're all washed up.

- You're all wet.

(gasping)

- If you ask me, you're
both full of hot air.

- She's not the only one.

Do you have to smoke?

- As a matter of fact, I do.
(gasping)

- Professor, I thought the pain chip was

supposed to stop the super
villains from being violent.

- It does but they're not
used to being peaceful.

That's why I've set the system on manual.

- Manual?

- Yes, this way, I maintain control.

(whirring)

(zapping)
(groaning)

Now that I have your attention,

could I please have your cooperation?

- Why should we take orders from you?

- Because if you don't,

(zapping)
(groaning)

- All right, all right.

Ouch.

You win.

What do you want us to do?

(laughing)

- The earth signs,
Capricorn, Taurus, and Virgo

will be shaken by Aftershock.

And although she will
succeed in her crime,

the stench in the air won't
be the sweet smell of success.

- What did he mean by that?

- Sounds like a riddle.

- All we have to do is figure out what

Capricorn, Taurus, and
Virgo have in common.

- Well, let's figure it out.

Capricorn's a goat,

Taurus is a bull,

they're both animals.

- Wrong, because Virgo's a maiden,

so where does she fit in?

- She doesn't.

- No, she does fit in.

A horse who has never won a
race before is called a maiden.

- So we're looking for a
bull, a goat, and a horse.

- Aftershock's going to blow up a farm.

- Or a glue factory.

- Yeah, but what did Professor
Prophet mean by stench?

- Oh crap.

- That's it.

That's what Prophet meant by stench.

- Crap?

- I'm talking about
Heavenly Layer Fertilizer,

the only blend made from
goat, bull, and horse manure.

- How do you know so much
about fertilizer, detective?

- Because Steve and I
questioned the manufacturer

when we were trying to find out how

Green Thumb grew his Venus Scorpion trap.

- Good work, detective.

Well, what are you guys
standing around for?

Get down to the fertilizer factory

before you know what hits the fan.

(crashing)

- [Man] Hey,

who's that?

- Ha, ha, ha.

- Evacuate.

(zapping)

(exploding)

- Freeze!

- Oh.

(zapping)

- Give it up, Aftershock.

- Oh, Detective Walker.

(gasping)
I'm shaking.

Shaking you that is.

(laughing)

I have never seen so
many pigs in one place

except, of course, where
pigs are the happiest.

- Oh yeah, where's that?

- I am so glad you asked.

(rumbling)

(zapping)

- Aftershock, you're under arrest.

Get your hands up in the air
and don't give me any crap.

(zapping)
(laughing)

(screaming)

- Now why can't you stay dead?

- Because you made the
mistake of burying me alive.

Now I'm going to return the favor.

(laughing)

(grunting)
(dramatic orchestral music)

(zapping)

(laughing)

- I've got some bad news, Mr. Mayor.

Aftershock got away.

Yes, I agree Mr. Mayor.

My police force does stink,
tonight worse than normal.

- Heed my warning, lost souls,

because if you were born under the sign of

Aries, Sagittarius, or Leo,
you could find yourself

in Inferno's line of fire tonight.

- What's the connection between
a ram, an archer, and lion?

(sighing)

- I don't know.

So far, neither does your computer.

(beeping)

- [Darcy] Something wrong with it?

- Eh, it's memory's overloaded.

Tomorrow I'll install some more RAM.

- Ram.

- Yeah.

Why you looking at me that way?

- Aries the ram is one of the signs

Inferno's supposed to target.

- Yeah, but you don't think he's going to

burn down a computer company, do you?

- I'm not sure.

What company's the largest
manufacturer of RAM?

- That's easy, Archer Electronics.

- Archer as in Sagittarius.

- As in Leo Archer, the company's owner.

- That's it, Leo the
lion's the third sign.

- It's time for you to slip into something

a little less comfortable.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(screeching tires)

(zapping)

- [Man] I wish that stingy old man,

Archer would let us raise the thermostat.

I break my back for this
company for years, you know?

(exploding)

- [Men] Whoa.

- Oh crud.

- It's Inferno.

(screaming)

(growling)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- [Inferno] Oh yeah!

Burn baby, burn.

- This is a no smoking building.

- Oh really?

It seems to be smoking quite nicely.

- What are you after?

- For the moment, I'm after you.

- I think it's time you cool off.

(spraying)

- You have made me hot and
bothered for the last time.

(laughing)

(grunting)

(sirens sounding)

- Car, come and get me.

(screeching tires)

(racing engine)

(sirens sounding)

- I've got a 20 on Black Scorpion.

She's now headed west of Alomain.

- Roger that, we're en route.

(screeching tires)

(dripping)

- [Officer] Whoa!

(crashing)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- The crime wave continues

or should I say, the crime time wave.

Hurricane is next and she's
not the fish out of water

like Pisces and Cancer are.

Some friendly advice for
the brave boys in blue,

Hurricane won't be as
easy to snare in your nets

as the catch of the day.

(dialing)

- Hi, it's me.

What are you doing for dinner tonight?

(cheerful mood music)

Well hi.

- Sorry I'm late.

- That's okay, Hurricane
hasn't shown yet either.

- Hurricane?

- Professor Prophet's latest prediction?

Hurricane with target Pisces and Cancer,

fish out of water, or in
this case, fish on a plate.

- Yeah, but why'd you pick this place?

I mean there must be at least

100 seafood restaurants in the city.

- Because he also said the Hurricane

wouldn't be as easy to hook
as the catch of the day.

So, since that's the
name of this restaurant.

- So you invited me on a stakeout?

- Well yeah, what'd you think?

- I thought you were
inviting me on a date.

- With everything that's been going on,

I've been a little preoccupied.

- Haven't you given any
thought to our conversation?

- I just need some more time.

As soon as this case is over with--

- Then there'll be another one

and another one after that.

And we're both always a
little preoccupied with work.

- You know what you want?

- Well?

Do you?

- I told you,

I need more time.

- I'll come back.

I'm going to the ladies room.

(draining water)

- Would you like to start
with something to drink?

- How about a Hurricane?

- Hurricane, okay, that's one part rum,

two parts vodka--

- Actually, that's 10 parts
water, one part chaos.

Watch out folks, the tide's about to turn.

(blowing wind)

(laughing)

(breaking glass)
(screaming)

- You're under arrest.

(laughing)

- Caution detective, the
floor's slippery when wet.

And so am I.

(laughing)

(breaking glass)

- I think it's time you
learned some table manners.

(grunting)
(dramatic orchestral music)

(grunting)
(breaking glass)

- Hate to eat and run, but.

(laughing)

- I predict that the
friends, Gemini and Libra

will gasp for air when the
Breathtaker seeks justice.

- What the hell does that mean?

- Uh, according to this astrology book,

Aquarius is the sign of the water bearer.

- Excuse me.

Where do you want this?

- [Captain] That depends,

what the hell is it?

- It's the water coolers you ordered.

- All right, put it over there.

- And Gemini symbolizes twins.

- Is it me, or do those two
guys look exactly alike?

- [Darcy] Steve, what was that last sign?

- Uh, Libra, the scales.

- That's it.

That's what Prophet
meant by seeking justice.

- What are you talking about?

(sighing)

- Breathtaker's coming.

He's coming after us.

- Wait a minute.

This office has a water cooler.

- [Breathtaker] But it doesn't
have an air conditioner.

- [Captain] He's spraying.

Who is asphyxiating us?

(laughing)

- [Steve] You find that funny?

- I find that hysterical.

(laughing)

- Me too.

- And who says crime
isn't a laughing matter?

- This isn't poison gas.

It's laughing gas.

(laughing)

- Feeling better, Blue?

- Much.

Who would have thought that chicken soup

would be a cure for laughing gas?

- Old Argyle did, that's who.

So what do you think the
Breathtaker was after?

- I don't know.

But it's been bothering me.

In the past, the super
villains have always had

very specific agendas.

You know, there's always been
a method to their madness.

- Yeah, you're right.

Terrorizing fertilizer
factories and computer companies

isn't very profitable.

- Interesting choice of words.

- Come again?

- Well it seems to me,
the only person to profit

from their crimes has
been Prophet himself.

They're making him look
like a real psychic.

His ratings are through the roof.

You know, I wouldn't
be surprised if he was

behind this whole thing.

- Yeah, but how is he controlling
the fearsome foursome?

- Well, there's only one way to find out.

- [Argyle] How?

- Ask him.

- Oh, come on.

I mean, I know the professor
has diarrhea of the mouth,

but he's going to get constipated

if a cop asks him a question.

- I'm not going as a cop.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Black Scorpion, to what do I
owe this unexpected pleasure?

- I came for a prediction.

- Of course, would you
like me to read your palm?

- No, my fist.

- You seem upset, is something wrong?

- How do you know what the
super villains are planning?

- Cause I'm Professor Prophet,
the world's greatest psychic.

- Then you know what
I'm going to do to you

if you don't tell me what the
next crime is going to be.

- Fine, you want a prediction,

I'll give you a prediction,

you're about to be arrested for assault.

- Huh?

We've got an emergency here.

- Security is on its way.

- This isn't over, Prophet.

- You're right Black
Scorpion, it's far from over.

(screeching tires)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(sirens sounding)

- We are in pursuit of
Black Scorpion, roger.

(screeching tires)

(sirens sounding)

- [Radio] Units, proceed with caution,

the subject is armed and
considered dangerous.

(shots firing)

(warning signal)

- Fire.

(firing)

(screeching tires)

(screaming)

(crashing)

(zapping)

- The name of the game is Tarot poker.

Dragons and unicorns are wild,

but nothing beats a two headed gargoyle.

- You know smoking is
hazardous to your health.

- Actually, it's hazardous to your health.

(blowing)

(coughing)

- I'm not going to play

if I have to sit next to this hothead.

How about switching seats with me?

- Blow it out your air hole.

- Stop it, all of you.

I said stop it.

(zapping)
(screaming)

That's better.

Why spend time fighting each other

when we should be
fighting our common enemy?

- Black Scorpion?

- Exactly, we're going to do together

what you four couldn't do on your own.

- And that is.

- Kill her.

Salutations lost souls.

I'm Professor Prophet, your psychic pal.

Tonight I'll predict the super villains

most shocking crime yet.

(knocking)

- Steve?

- [Steve] Ta da!

- What is all this?

- This is our first date.

- But I'm working.

- No.

No work tonight.

No Aftershock, no Breathtaker, no Inferno,

no Hurricane, tonight
it's just you and me.

- I don't understand.

You're the one that's always talking about

not mixing business with pleasure.

- Yeah, but that's all in the past.

Tonight we turn the page.

We go on to a new chapter.

- Right now, I'm more
interested in the future

and what Prophet's next
prediction's going to be.

- Right now, all that I'm
interested in is the present,

which is us.

Right here.

Right now.

- The Zodiac attack will
become just that, an attack.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait, wait.

- What?

What?

- The four super villains will murder the

city's most famous Scorpio.

It will be a black day for her indeed.

- Oh my God.

- I gotta go.

- Oh my,

Darc, wait.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(tires screeching)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- I've been waiting for
you, Black Scorpion.

- You were expecting me?

- Let's just say you're
getting predictable.

- So this is a trap.

- More like a reunion
with some old friends.

I knew that if I predicted your murder,

you'd come after me looking
for a way to change your fate.

But doing so, you've sealed it.

- A self-fulfilling prophecy.

- Exactly.

There's no escape, Black Scorpion.

Your fate is written in the stars.

Destroy her.

(grunting)
(dramatic orchestral music)

(laughing)

(upbeat instrumental music)