Stretch Armstrong & the Flex Fighters (2017) s02e07 Episode Script
The Fall of Jonathan Rook
1
[squirrel squeaks]
Um, hello? Erika?
Ricardo?
You never visit me here.
Uh, I wanted to talk to you about Cat.
My parents say
I can't bring him for the move.
So I was hoping you could take him?
-Maybe train Cat in that cat circus?
-You named your cat Cat?
I tried Mr. Meow-Face and Feline Fury,
but Cat is the only thing he answers to.
Whoever owned him before
wasn't creative.
-I didn't know you were a painter.
-[meows]
These are interesting.
I'm going through some things.
Working them out in my head.
This is what my emotions look like.
Kinda messy, I guess.
You know what I like about you?
You're not cool.
Okay, wow. Total big thanks for that one.
That came out wrong. I mean,
you're okay with being who you are,
no matter what anyone else thinks.
That's a better kind of cool.
Nathan and Jake
are really gonna miss you, Ricardo.
And so am I. Cat will be in good hands.
-[meows]
-[phone rings]
Dr. C? Emergency.
Bye, Erika!
Bye, Cat.
[meows]
-[loud thuds]
-[gasps]
[both groan]
[metallic clunking]
[men yell]
[Number Six] Number Six
to all Tech Men units. Deploy stingers.
Drain designated targets at will!
Do not worry about collateral damage.
We must be efficient!
If anything gets in your way, make it pay.
[men yell]
[woman yells]
[loud rumbling]
[gasps]
Stretch Armstrong ♪
So fantastic, super elastic ♪
Stretch Armstrong ♪
Saving the world ♪
When times are drastic ♪
Stretch Armstrong! ♪
Pull back, slingshot ♪
Bad guys getting caught ♪
Flex Fighters never stop ♪
Powers unstoppable ♪
Doing the impossible ♪
Stretch Armstrong! ♪
Stretch Armstrong! ♪
[gasps]
[grunts]
Don't worry! You're totally safe!
Can't say the same about you!
[metallic clunk]
Hey, you dropped this.
Didn't anyone teach you not to litter?
[gasps]
The Tech Men again?
What do they want this time?
Jerk things. It's always jerk things.
See? What did I say?
Jerks.
[metallic clunk]
Want a lift?
[metallic clang]
[Number Six] All units, focus your fire
on our unwanted guests!
Let's take down two variables
with one equation.
[mechanical whir]
[metallic clunking]
[grunts]
I'm tired of playing defense.
It's time to be highly offensive!
You have no idea what you just said,
do you?
[grunts]
[Number Six] Remaining units,
continue to drain the silos.
I'll deal with the Flex Fighters myself.
[yells] Ew. What's this?
[muffled groan]
[yelps]
[metallic clunk]
[grunts]
Get this stuff off me! It burns!
You're always the smart one.
This might actually be fun!
Thanks, Blindstrike. And now, hey, you!
-Return to sender!
-[clunk]
[grunts]
Let's get that weasel out of there,
and then
[both grunt]
Pop goes the weasel.
Oh, like you didn't set me up
for that one.
[Number Six] Delta Team,
secure the perimeter.
Whoa! The cavalry arrives!
By cavalry, I mean the people
who wanna put us in prison.
[Number Six] Abort!
We've driven the Tech Men from the silos.
They're attempting an escape,
but we can apprehend most of them.
Cancel that, Kane. Your primary objectives
are the Flex Fighters.
You're asking us to switch priorities?
You heard me.
Do not let the Flex Fighters escape.
With all due respect, Mr. Rook,
that's crazy!
Shouldn't the culprits stealing power
be the higher priority?
Reynolds, you are not in command.
The Flex Fighters have caused
far more damage than anyone else.
Do not let them escape.
Target designation acknowledged, sir.
Reynolds! What was that?
You do not break the chain of command.
Come on, Kane. Even you have to admit
Rook's too obsessed
with the Flex Fighters.
Rook is in charge.
Do not force me to reconsider
your position with our security team.
[Ricardo] Man, these crabs are fast!
Rook's gotta be mad
he didn't invent these things first.
Whoa! [grunts]
Good. Some back-up.
Whoa! Tell our back-up to back up!
Are you guys insane?
Can't you find a better target,
like, here's an idea,
the super-science
mega-villains shooting up the city?
Fighting us instead of the Tech Men?
What are you guys doing?
I honestly don't know anymore.
-[metallic clanging]
-[crackles]
[man] Unstable core-reactor charge!
Take cover!
[groans] I think that's the farthest
my ear drums have ever stretched.
Guys? Uh, guys?
Blindstrike, you're okay.
Where are Omni-Mass and Wingspan?
Not sure, the blast--
Tech Men. With them gone,
Rook will focus on us. Evac!
Without our friends? No way.
[Blindstrike] There's no trace of them.
We'll have better luck finding them
if we aren't captured ourselves. Let's go.
Guys, come in. Guys! Still nothing.
We need to reach Dr. C. She can help.
[chirrups]
There was a big bad boom
and then Omni-Mass and Wingspan
were, like, nowhere!
Did Kane arrest them?
Did the Tech Men destroy them?
I've been trying to hack
into Rook's communication systems,
but there's unusual activity
on the network.
It's no use. There's no way
to get any info from Rook Tower.
Actually, I might know a way.
[Stretch] I just hope
Omni and Wingspan are still alive.
[door hisses]
[Nathan] Okay, that worked well. Right?
I mean, if being surrounded by our enemies
counts as "working well".
[Ricardo] We needed to do something
after that explosion.
Stealing these uniforms
off unconscious Tech Men
-was our only chance.
-[Nathan] Yeah, but now what?
And do all Tech Men sweat this much?
Ah, gross.
Like wearing someone else's gym socks
all over my body.
[Number Six] Quit wasting time.
Gather for the mission briefing.
[Nathan] Oh, yeah! Mission briefing!
Love it! Ha!
Not as much as I'd love
fresh clothes, though.
[Number Six] I'm pleased to inform you
that all of the pieces are in place!
Today, we will stand with Number One,
and our plans will be revealed.
Now, to your stations.
[cheering]
[man] Sixty-Seven, what happened to you?
[Nathan] What do you mean?
You are approximately a foot shorter
than before.
[Ricardo] Don't tell Number Six,
but that's not 67. He's 82.
He forgot to clean his uniform
and 67 let him borrow his spare.
Be cool, though, okay?
You know how intense Six can be.
[man] Been there before. Won't say a word.
[Nathan] How do you do that?
[Ricardo] Dude, I've been the new kid
at enough schools
to learn how to drop into social groups
like I've always been there.
It's about getting quick reads
on the group's cues.
[Nathan] But this place
isn't exactly high school.
[Ricardo] A bunch of misfits
dressing the same,
hoping the others will think they fit in,
dealing with an elitist
top-down social dynamic?
No, not like high school at all.
[Nathan] Okay, but we need
to get out of here so, what do we do?
[Ricardo] Same thing I do
every day at school.
Walk around, looking like
I'm in the middle of something important,
so no one in authority asks any questions.
Then quietly
look for a chance to sneak out.
If we're infiltrating Rook Tower,
shouldn't we do it undercover?
This will be much easier. Trust me.
[Jake] If Delta Team has any info
on what happened to Nathan and Ricardo,
we'll find it here.
That's right, deploy the full contingent.
Vic, someone just walked in my office.
Let me call you back.
-[beeps]
-Jake, what a surprise.
And wonderful to see you again,
Ms. Dashti.
-What brings you here?
-Just popping through to say hi.
We were in the area,
volunteering on Grandpa Park's newspaper.
Good to see you keeping active.
Out of trouble.
Sir, a moment of your time?
It's about Field Agent Santos.
Gotta deal with this, son.
Be back in a few minutes.
Before I go, Jake, I've seen you
around this girl a couple of times now.
-Is she someone special?
-Um
Maybe you should invite her over
for supper some night?
Uh Sure. Sure, Dad.
-[sighs]
-What was that all about?
Huh? Nothing. Come on, let's hurry.
He's already logged on. We have access
to the Rook Unlimited system.
Kind of risky, isn't it?
-Not if we're fast.
-I didn't mean getting caught.
I meant that you never really know
what weird secrets you'll uncover
-in someone's computer history.
-I know what I'll find.
Lists of timetables. Endless schedules.
Probably a file on what breakfast cereals
have optimum chew times.
Wow. How did you not end up boring?
[laughs awkwardly]
We better see what we can find out
about Wingspan and Omni-Mass.
Anything Rook knows, it'll be here.
No recent arrest records. No bulletins.
I'm not seeing anything.
[Jake] Not even in the security databases.
The incident record reports
no, uh, bodies recovered. Nothing.
It's like they just vanished.
[Stretch] Dr. C could access
city security cameras
-[chirrups]
-[Stretch] What was that?
Dr. C, we just saw two
strange spherical bots in the sewers.
Not sure of their purpose.
Follow them.
We need to know what they are.
-Of course, I have my suspicions.
-Copy that.
Sure. Nothing could go wrong
spying on suspicious bots in a sewer.
This isn't anything to do with
the project your dad's working on?
Nah.
[chirrups]
There you are!
Mr. Rook promised me a round two!
Mechanica? Stay back, she's Oh.
[Blindstrike grunts]
[gasps]
Wow!
[both grunt]
Dr. C! We're under attack! It's Mechanica!
[Dr. C] Luckily, we've prepared for this.
Sending in the special weapon.
[Blindstrike yells]
That was fun. But the reunion's not over.
Dr. C arranged for you
to meet another old friend.
Come on, boy, fetch.
My Hunter-Stretchipede! Come to me.
-[snarls]
-What? No!
[Mechanica screams]
Dr. C programmed it to fight for us!
You weren't the only one
looking forward to a round two.
You can't beat all of Rook Unlimited.
[grunts]
[chirruping]
Blindstrike, Stretch!
He has our position. We're found.
Rook is coming!
[chirruping]
[Rook] We have it,
the Flex Fighters' secret base.
Kane, all security,
converge on that location. Now!
Sir, you mean everyone
except a contingency force in case--
-Everyone. Now.
-But what if--?
-You're done.
-What?
-Fired. Gone.
-But--
Get out of my tower!
The entire Rook Unlimited Security force,
in that sewer, immediately!
[both groan]
We have to go, now!
We can't leave this data behind.
You think Rook is dangerous now?
Imagine what he could do
with all my research.
Zero-One? Operation short circuit.
Blindstrike, help with the wipe.
Huh? What?
[Nathan] The janitor's closet.
Why aren't any of these doors
labeled "easy way out?"
We need a sign.
[Number Six] It's time.
Everyone report for deployment.
[Nathan] Not the sign I was looking for.
[Ricardo] No choice. We go along with
what's happening until we can get away.
[crackling]
[chirrups and beeps]
-[beeping]
-They're here.
[all grunt]
[chirrups]
[Rook] I'll miss you, Dr. Cleo.
You were a worthy mentor,
and an even more worthy opponent.
-[power clicks off]
-What?
Ah, come on.
IT? Come in.
Ferguson? Browning? Anyone?
[weapons power up]
Tech Men?
You're challenging the wrong genius, guys.
[Number Six] Don't move, Rook.
Not one inch.
Forty-two, eight, computer intrusion.
Sixteen, 89, restrain him, now.
What do you think you're doing?
[Number Six] Corporate takeover.
Rook Unlimited
now belongs to the Tech Men.
We've been setting the groundwork
for this for months,
but you've been so obsessed
with the Flex Fighters,
you never saw it coming.
In that way,
you've been our greatest ally,
Jonathan Rook.
[Nathan] Ordered to guard the door.
Sure, we'll guard it right outta here.
[man] Sneaking away, huh?
Well, don't worry,
I completely understand.
[Nathan] You do?
[man] Sure. You want to see it happen.
Don't worry, when Number One does it,
we'll get a good video feed.
[Ricardo] Does what?
[man] When he destroys Rook, of course.
[Ricardo] This might be
our only chance to escape.
And Rook's a terrible, awful man
who used us like pawns.
[Nathan] He's a disaster of a human being
who's actively trying to obliterate us.
[Ricardo] So, we're going to forget
trying to escape,
and stay to save him, aren't we?
[Nathan] Yeah.
That's probably what we're gonna do.
[Ricardo] But how? Wish there was some way
to get word to Stretch and Blindstrike.
Look!
-[Nathan] Kane?
-[beeps]
[Nathan] Nice, the Tech Men
are in big trouble now.
[Ricardo] Especially with us
helping him. Let's go.
[metallic squeak]
Lift Bot!
Lift Bot! Can you, uh, function?
[chirrups and beeps]
[beeps]
[growls]
[yells]
Rook Security is the world's best.
This takeover won't last long.
Ah, Kane.
Perfect timing as always.
Now, do what you do best.
[Number Six] Welcome, Number One.
[all] All hail, Number One!
Kane, no. No!
[Kane] Yes, absolutely.
My patience, my discipline.
Everything has finally paid off.
Rook Unlimited is mine.
Not while I still breathe.
[Kane] Goodbye, Mr. Rook.
Are these guys re-spawning or something?
They never seem to end!
[weapons power up]
[men yell]
Huh? Did we just win?
Some kind of system-wide command,
feedback shocking them unconscious
through their comms.
It would have to have been broadcast
from Rook Tower.
Scanners are picking up incoming.
Possibly a second round of attack.
Yes! You guys are okay!
But where have you been?
We'll explain all that later,
but first, we brought someone.
And you're not going to like it,
but you have to hear him out, okay?
I need your help.
What?
[squirrel squeaks]
Um, hello? Erika?
Ricardo?
You never visit me here.
Uh, I wanted to talk to you about Cat.
My parents say
I can't bring him for the move.
So I was hoping you could take him?
-Maybe train Cat in that cat circus?
-You named your cat Cat?
I tried Mr. Meow-Face and Feline Fury,
but Cat is the only thing he answers to.
Whoever owned him before
wasn't creative.
-I didn't know you were a painter.
-[meows]
These are interesting.
I'm going through some things.
Working them out in my head.
This is what my emotions look like.
Kinda messy, I guess.
You know what I like about you?
You're not cool.
Okay, wow. Total big thanks for that one.
That came out wrong. I mean,
you're okay with being who you are,
no matter what anyone else thinks.
That's a better kind of cool.
Nathan and Jake
are really gonna miss you, Ricardo.
And so am I. Cat will be in good hands.
-[meows]
-[phone rings]
Dr. C? Emergency.
Bye, Erika!
Bye, Cat.
[meows]
-[loud thuds]
-[gasps]
[both groan]
[metallic clunking]
[men yell]
[Number Six] Number Six
to all Tech Men units. Deploy stingers.
Drain designated targets at will!
Do not worry about collateral damage.
We must be efficient!
If anything gets in your way, make it pay.
[men yell]
[woman yells]
[loud rumbling]
[gasps]
Stretch Armstrong ♪
So fantastic, super elastic ♪
Stretch Armstrong ♪
Saving the world ♪
When times are drastic ♪
Stretch Armstrong! ♪
Pull back, slingshot ♪
Bad guys getting caught ♪
Flex Fighters never stop ♪
Powers unstoppable ♪
Doing the impossible ♪
Stretch Armstrong! ♪
Stretch Armstrong! ♪
[gasps]
[grunts]
Don't worry! You're totally safe!
Can't say the same about you!
[metallic clunk]
Hey, you dropped this.
Didn't anyone teach you not to litter?
[gasps]
The Tech Men again?
What do they want this time?
Jerk things. It's always jerk things.
See? What did I say?
Jerks.
[metallic clunk]
Want a lift?
[metallic clang]
[Number Six] All units, focus your fire
on our unwanted guests!
Let's take down two variables
with one equation.
[mechanical whir]
[metallic clunking]
[grunts]
I'm tired of playing defense.
It's time to be highly offensive!
You have no idea what you just said,
do you?
[grunts]
[Number Six] Remaining units,
continue to drain the silos.
I'll deal with the Flex Fighters myself.
[yells] Ew. What's this?
[muffled groan]
[yelps]
[metallic clunk]
[grunts]
Get this stuff off me! It burns!
You're always the smart one.
This might actually be fun!
Thanks, Blindstrike. And now, hey, you!
-Return to sender!
-[clunk]
[grunts]
Let's get that weasel out of there,
and then
[both grunt]
Pop goes the weasel.
Oh, like you didn't set me up
for that one.
[Number Six] Delta Team,
secure the perimeter.
Whoa! The cavalry arrives!
By cavalry, I mean the people
who wanna put us in prison.
[Number Six] Abort!
We've driven the Tech Men from the silos.
They're attempting an escape,
but we can apprehend most of them.
Cancel that, Kane. Your primary objectives
are the Flex Fighters.
You're asking us to switch priorities?
You heard me.
Do not let the Flex Fighters escape.
With all due respect, Mr. Rook,
that's crazy!
Shouldn't the culprits stealing power
be the higher priority?
Reynolds, you are not in command.
The Flex Fighters have caused
far more damage than anyone else.
Do not let them escape.
Target designation acknowledged, sir.
Reynolds! What was that?
You do not break the chain of command.
Come on, Kane. Even you have to admit
Rook's too obsessed
with the Flex Fighters.
Rook is in charge.
Do not force me to reconsider
your position with our security team.
[Ricardo] Man, these crabs are fast!
Rook's gotta be mad
he didn't invent these things first.
Whoa! [grunts]
Good. Some back-up.
Whoa! Tell our back-up to back up!
Are you guys insane?
Can't you find a better target,
like, here's an idea,
the super-science
mega-villains shooting up the city?
Fighting us instead of the Tech Men?
What are you guys doing?
I honestly don't know anymore.
-[metallic clanging]
-[crackles]
[man] Unstable core-reactor charge!
Take cover!
[groans] I think that's the farthest
my ear drums have ever stretched.
Guys? Uh, guys?
Blindstrike, you're okay.
Where are Omni-Mass and Wingspan?
Not sure, the blast--
Tech Men. With them gone,
Rook will focus on us. Evac!
Without our friends? No way.
[Blindstrike] There's no trace of them.
We'll have better luck finding them
if we aren't captured ourselves. Let's go.
Guys, come in. Guys! Still nothing.
We need to reach Dr. C. She can help.
[chirrups]
There was a big bad boom
and then Omni-Mass and Wingspan
were, like, nowhere!
Did Kane arrest them?
Did the Tech Men destroy them?
I've been trying to hack
into Rook's communication systems,
but there's unusual activity
on the network.
It's no use. There's no way
to get any info from Rook Tower.
Actually, I might know a way.
[Stretch] I just hope
Omni and Wingspan are still alive.
[door hisses]
[Nathan] Okay, that worked well. Right?
I mean, if being surrounded by our enemies
counts as "working well".
[Ricardo] We needed to do something
after that explosion.
Stealing these uniforms
off unconscious Tech Men
-was our only chance.
-[Nathan] Yeah, but now what?
And do all Tech Men sweat this much?
Ah, gross.
Like wearing someone else's gym socks
all over my body.
[Number Six] Quit wasting time.
Gather for the mission briefing.
[Nathan] Oh, yeah! Mission briefing!
Love it! Ha!
Not as much as I'd love
fresh clothes, though.
[Number Six] I'm pleased to inform you
that all of the pieces are in place!
Today, we will stand with Number One,
and our plans will be revealed.
Now, to your stations.
[cheering]
[man] Sixty-Seven, what happened to you?
[Nathan] What do you mean?
You are approximately a foot shorter
than before.
[Ricardo] Don't tell Number Six,
but that's not 67. He's 82.
He forgot to clean his uniform
and 67 let him borrow his spare.
Be cool, though, okay?
You know how intense Six can be.
[man] Been there before. Won't say a word.
[Nathan] How do you do that?
[Ricardo] Dude, I've been the new kid
at enough schools
to learn how to drop into social groups
like I've always been there.
It's about getting quick reads
on the group's cues.
[Nathan] But this place
isn't exactly high school.
[Ricardo] A bunch of misfits
dressing the same,
hoping the others will think they fit in,
dealing with an elitist
top-down social dynamic?
No, not like high school at all.
[Nathan] Okay, but we need
to get out of here so, what do we do?
[Ricardo] Same thing I do
every day at school.
Walk around, looking like
I'm in the middle of something important,
so no one in authority asks any questions.
Then quietly
look for a chance to sneak out.
If we're infiltrating Rook Tower,
shouldn't we do it undercover?
This will be much easier. Trust me.
[Jake] If Delta Team has any info
on what happened to Nathan and Ricardo,
we'll find it here.
That's right, deploy the full contingent.
Vic, someone just walked in my office.
Let me call you back.
-[beeps]
-Jake, what a surprise.
And wonderful to see you again,
Ms. Dashti.
-What brings you here?
-Just popping through to say hi.
We were in the area,
volunteering on Grandpa Park's newspaper.
Good to see you keeping active.
Out of trouble.
Sir, a moment of your time?
It's about Field Agent Santos.
Gotta deal with this, son.
Be back in a few minutes.
Before I go, Jake, I've seen you
around this girl a couple of times now.
-Is she someone special?
-Um
Maybe you should invite her over
for supper some night?
Uh Sure. Sure, Dad.
-[sighs]
-What was that all about?
Huh? Nothing. Come on, let's hurry.
He's already logged on. We have access
to the Rook Unlimited system.
Kind of risky, isn't it?
-Not if we're fast.
-I didn't mean getting caught.
I meant that you never really know
what weird secrets you'll uncover
-in someone's computer history.
-I know what I'll find.
Lists of timetables. Endless schedules.
Probably a file on what breakfast cereals
have optimum chew times.
Wow. How did you not end up boring?
[laughs awkwardly]
We better see what we can find out
about Wingspan and Omni-Mass.
Anything Rook knows, it'll be here.
No recent arrest records. No bulletins.
I'm not seeing anything.
[Jake] Not even in the security databases.
The incident record reports
no, uh, bodies recovered. Nothing.
It's like they just vanished.
[Stretch] Dr. C could access
city security cameras
-[chirrups]
-[Stretch] What was that?
Dr. C, we just saw two
strange spherical bots in the sewers.
Not sure of their purpose.
Follow them.
We need to know what they are.
-Of course, I have my suspicions.
-Copy that.
Sure. Nothing could go wrong
spying on suspicious bots in a sewer.
This isn't anything to do with
the project your dad's working on?
Nah.
[chirrups]
There you are!
Mr. Rook promised me a round two!
Mechanica? Stay back, she's Oh.
[Blindstrike grunts]
[gasps]
Wow!
[both grunt]
Dr. C! We're under attack! It's Mechanica!
[Dr. C] Luckily, we've prepared for this.
Sending in the special weapon.
[Blindstrike yells]
That was fun. But the reunion's not over.
Dr. C arranged for you
to meet another old friend.
Come on, boy, fetch.
My Hunter-Stretchipede! Come to me.
-[snarls]
-What? No!
[Mechanica screams]
Dr. C programmed it to fight for us!
You weren't the only one
looking forward to a round two.
You can't beat all of Rook Unlimited.
[grunts]
[chirruping]
Blindstrike, Stretch!
He has our position. We're found.
Rook is coming!
[chirruping]
[Rook] We have it,
the Flex Fighters' secret base.
Kane, all security,
converge on that location. Now!
Sir, you mean everyone
except a contingency force in case--
-Everyone. Now.
-But what if--?
-You're done.
-What?
-Fired. Gone.
-But--
Get out of my tower!
The entire Rook Unlimited Security force,
in that sewer, immediately!
[both groan]
We have to go, now!
We can't leave this data behind.
You think Rook is dangerous now?
Imagine what he could do
with all my research.
Zero-One? Operation short circuit.
Blindstrike, help with the wipe.
Huh? What?
[Nathan] The janitor's closet.
Why aren't any of these doors
labeled "easy way out?"
We need a sign.
[Number Six] It's time.
Everyone report for deployment.
[Nathan] Not the sign I was looking for.
[Ricardo] No choice. We go along with
what's happening until we can get away.
[crackling]
[chirrups and beeps]
-[beeping]
-They're here.
[all grunt]
[chirrups]
[Rook] I'll miss you, Dr. Cleo.
You were a worthy mentor,
and an even more worthy opponent.
-[power clicks off]
-What?
Ah, come on.
IT? Come in.
Ferguson? Browning? Anyone?
[weapons power up]
Tech Men?
You're challenging the wrong genius, guys.
[Number Six] Don't move, Rook.
Not one inch.
Forty-two, eight, computer intrusion.
Sixteen, 89, restrain him, now.
What do you think you're doing?
[Number Six] Corporate takeover.
Rook Unlimited
now belongs to the Tech Men.
We've been setting the groundwork
for this for months,
but you've been so obsessed
with the Flex Fighters,
you never saw it coming.
In that way,
you've been our greatest ally,
Jonathan Rook.
[Nathan] Ordered to guard the door.
Sure, we'll guard it right outta here.
[man] Sneaking away, huh?
Well, don't worry,
I completely understand.
[Nathan] You do?
[man] Sure. You want to see it happen.
Don't worry, when Number One does it,
we'll get a good video feed.
[Ricardo] Does what?
[man] When he destroys Rook, of course.
[Ricardo] This might be
our only chance to escape.
And Rook's a terrible, awful man
who used us like pawns.
[Nathan] He's a disaster of a human being
who's actively trying to obliterate us.
[Ricardo] So, we're going to forget
trying to escape,
and stay to save him, aren't we?
[Nathan] Yeah.
That's probably what we're gonna do.
[Ricardo] But how? Wish there was some way
to get word to Stretch and Blindstrike.
Look!
-[Nathan] Kane?
-[beeps]
[Nathan] Nice, the Tech Men
are in big trouble now.
[Ricardo] Especially with us
helping him. Let's go.
[metallic squeak]
Lift Bot!
Lift Bot! Can you, uh, function?
[chirrups and beeps]
[beeps]
[growls]
[yells]
Rook Security is the world's best.
This takeover won't last long.
Ah, Kane.
Perfect timing as always.
Now, do what you do best.
[Number Six] Welcome, Number One.
[all] All hail, Number One!
Kane, no. No!
[Kane] Yes, absolutely.
My patience, my discipline.
Everything has finally paid off.
Rook Unlimited is mine.
Not while I still breathe.
[Kane] Goodbye, Mr. Rook.
Are these guys re-spawning or something?
They never seem to end!
[weapons power up]
[men yell]
Huh? Did we just win?
Some kind of system-wide command,
feedback shocking them unconscious
through their comms.
It would have to have been broadcast
from Rook Tower.
Scanners are picking up incoming.
Possibly a second round of attack.
Yes! You guys are okay!
But where have you been?
We'll explain all that later,
but first, we brought someone.
And you're not going to like it,
but you have to hear him out, okay?
I need your help.
What?