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[wind whistling]
[ominous music]
[gun fires]
[speaking in foreign language]
[knife scrapes]
[electricity zaps] [screaming]
[maniacal laughing]
[fire roars]
[gasps] [thunder roars]
- Oh my God.
He's going to kill us all.
[dramatic music]
Father, there is unfinished business.
My dreams of the dark man
and his terrible experiments continue.
Experiments like the one's we've seen before
but even worse.
I sense unbearable pain.
[screaming]
But now, Father, I've seen something else.
[whip cracks] [gasps]
[skin sizzling]
I do not yet know what part our old friend will play.
[ominous music]
Where are you?
[rain pattering]
There you are.
How'd you get back there?
Time is short.
There are more murders every week.
All my prayers go out to you, Father.
I hold you in my heart.
[dramatic symphonic music]
[paper crinkling] [flames crackling]
[whimsical symphonic music] [thunder booming]
What shall I do with you, my sinister friend?
Shall I awaken you?
You're not like the others, are you?
So little left.
Not yet.
You will awaken soon enough.
[intense symphonic music]
[electricity zapping] [groaning]
- You have a very skillful touch, Dr. Hauser.
If your experiments don't work out,
perhaps we can find you a place in the Gestapo?
- Prok, I am an ingenieur.
Do not call me doctor.
And I do not torture for pleasure.
This is merely part of the procedure.
These subjects, their pain.
A means to an end, nothing more.
[electricity zapping] [groaning]
- Somehow I don't believe you.
[wailing]
- What is the point of this?
This is sickening, it's immoral.
- Perhaps you don't have the spine to do what is necessary.
Muller has a hold over from the silver legion,
but not a real Nazi.
Morality is never but the concern of the master race.
We are superior.
- Muller deserves an explanation.
We are working here to perfect this,
developed by the late Dr. Hess.
- Traitor! - Nonetheless,
that is irrelevant.
I have expanded upon his procedure.
The key is pain, a specific kind of pain.
The subject dies enduring excruciating torture
in a carefully calculated regime.
Bring him to life with Tolong's Elixir.
Just a drop.
And now we add a molecule of electromagnetic energy.
[electricity zapping]
You see, you see?
The process has destroyed the higher brain.
Pruned it, leaving only what we need.
No memory, no trace of life before.
Only a fierce, relentless will to destroy.
- The right needs soldiers, not mad dogs.
- Mad dogs have their uses.
Imagine thousands such mad dogs, invulnerable, unstoppable,
activated in the middle of Leningrad or Moscow or London
or even here in America.
- That's all well and good, Hauser,
but how will we stop them?
- Well, for the moment, the fluid only animates the body
for a limited-- [growling]
[suspenseful music]
Automatic tissue destruction.
- I will report your progress back
to General Weiss in high command.
- What's the point of all this?
Stupid experiments, the high command, a thousand year rike.
- Muller, I'm warning you. - No, I am warning you.
Do you have any idea what's happening out there?
What's already happened in France,
in Italy, in Africa, in Russia?
The war is lost!
The Bolsheviks are marching on Berlin as we speak
and our high command are running like scared rats
from a burning building! - Muller, you coward!
- Shut up!
[suspense music]
Move it.
I said, move it!
- Come on, big guy.
You wanna dance?
- I told you to show up.
You can call me whatever you want, you fat pig.
I don't care.
But if you follow me, I swear to God
I will drill you full of holes.
The cause is dead.
[door squeals]
[heavy breathing]
[gears whirring]
Shit!
- [Prok] Let him go.
- Come, Prok.
I think you will find this interesting.
- Fuck!
[groaning]
[gun shooting]
[growling]
[gun shooting]
[screaming]
- How did you do that?
- The creature was in stasis.
It can remain in that catatonic state indefinitely,
frozen until activated by my command.
- I admit it might be useful, but still.
Mad dogs?
You must find a way to control them.
Don't you agree?
[heavy breathing]
- Lang, Klein, get this trash out of here.
And tell Vasquez we need more test subjects.
[ominous music] [crickets chirping]
- [Man] Some acid should do the trick.
Make way.
- [Radio Broadcaster] Armies in Normandy push closer
to advance their immediate objectives,
[mumbling] and the railway town of Kaa 10 miles inland.
An American flying [mumbling].
[clears throat]
- Hi, Kiddo, sorry to wake you.
Not that you don't have a story to write for me or anything.
So what's the headline?
- [stammers] Mission X will--
I'm sorry, I actually have to go.
- Would you like a cup of coffee, Ms. Ivanov?
- No, thank you, Gloria, I have a lead to follow.
- Hey Gloria, I'd actually love a cup of coffee.
- I'll take that.
You apparently have enough, young man.
Elisa, you just woke up.
Do you have anything?
Radio Serial Sending Secrets to the Nazis.
Maywest in Love with Gorilla.
Real Green Cheese Falls From the Moon.
Anything.
- There's been another killing like the others.
- That's not a headline.
Not a good one.
I like the killing part.
- God, Gloria, your scent is just [chuckles] intoxicating.
- Barney, you're so [giggles].
- I suppose I shouldn't ask where you get your leads.
- I told you. - I know, you dreamed them.
- I dreamed them, yes.
Barney, you got your camera?
- I got it.
- Good, let's go.
- Fine, just go get a story and make sure it matches
one of my headlines.
- Will do, Mr. Maxwell.
- [Mr. Maxwell] And you, Mr. Bitterly,
are we ever gonna be on time?
[suspenseful music]
- Yeah, you know, it's not that I mind or anything,
but we're the only ones here.
- Yes? - Are you sure whoever
did this isn't coming back?
- Don't be afraid, Barney, they won't be back.
- I'm not afraid.
[stammers] I'm just worried about you, that's all.
You know, a single girl. - Thank you, Barney.
- That's what I'm here for.
- To take photographs. - Right.
Photographs.
Boy, sure is something strange about this body.
I mean more than usual.
- That's because there's more than one body.
- Yeah.
[police sirens wailing] - Freeze, don't move.
[radio mumbling]
- Hey, Officer, aren't you guys interfering with the press?
- Shut your mouth or I'll end up beating your face.
Now state your business here.
- You told us to shut up.
- Are you being a smart ass?
- No, I just--
- You, Luesky Bind?
What are you doing here?
Give me a smart mouthed answer and I'll show you
I don't mind slugging a dame right in the belly, hmm?
- Good evening, Lieutenant Gray.
- [Lieutenant Gray] Miss Ivanov.
[ominous music]
Take those cuffs off.
- But Lieutenant.
- That's correct, Officer, Lieutenant.
Now take off those fucking cuffs.
Pardon my French, Miss.
[speaking in foreign language]
You were about to say, I'm gonna clam my trap
and secure this crime scene, right?
[stammers]
Set my perimeter. - Yeah.
- Hey, Lieutenant, I just wanna--
- So, Ms. Ivan.
We've got to stop meeting like this.
- Why?
I do like to see you. - Yeah?
Well when you beat me to the crime scene,
I have to interrogate you.
Honest to God, I don't know what to make of it.
The way you keep popping up all over town
right along with these burned up bodies
without a word of explanation.
- I don't know what you mean, Lieutenant Gray.
I've always made myself perfectly clear.
- Yeah, I know, I know, you had a dream.
But you get there first.
- And how did you and the other officers
got there so fast this time?
- [Lieutenant Gray] Someone tipped the station.
- [Elisa] About the bodies?
- No.
About you.
- Someone's keeping tabs on me.
Who?
- I don't know.
With your results, it doesn't surprise me.
- Hey, Lieutenant, if you don't mind,
I have to get those to the dark room.
- Yeah, yeah, breeze off, kid.
Ms. Ivanov.
I'm not buying into this fortune teller stuff,
so I figure there's got to be something
you're not telling me.
Now I know I can be a bit rough around the edges,
but maybe you can try trusting me a little.
Elisa, let me help you.
- Lieutenant Gray. - Joe.
It's Jonas, really, but call me Joe.
- Yes, Joe.
I know that you will help me.
I've seen you in my dream.
So I can tell you this. - I'm listening.
- My father has very powerful psychic abilities.
He and I were brought here
in the corporation was the army intelligence
to uncover foreign plot and eliminate the enemies.
- You don't say.
Where's your father now?
- He's back at the Institute of Brain Research
at the Leningrad University.
- Is that where they study people like you?
- The study of bioenergetics is now illegal in Russia.
My father made a deal with the American Army
so I can stay here.
Otherwise, I would probably be stuck in a submarine
somewhere in the Arctic Sea.
- A submarine?
- But Joe, please, keep it a secret.
- Say no more.
My brother served in the first Great War
and he saw combat at the end of our line,
but he never said a word about it.
We all have our secrets.
I would've loved to fall beside him,
but I was a little too young then,
a little too old now.
Why are we here, Ms. Ivanov?
- My real talent is seeing future in my dreams.
And I've seen you in them.
- Seeing me in your dreams?
Shall I be flattered?
- No, Joe, you don't want to be in my dreams.
My dreams of the future are--
- Well, I don't know,
I mean looks like it could come in pretty handy,
knowing what's coming up, knowing when to duck.
- I'll say goose.
But it's not that simple.
- What was that for?
- Let's consider it a kiss in advance.
- In advance of what?
Consequences of your dream?
- I suppose.
- Maybe we can try it again sometime.
Better time, better place.
- That I cannot see in my dreams.
[muffled talking]
- You have five dead bodies.
Now, I guess it's six dead bodies,
that last one being a doubleheader.
Six dissolved bodies and no leads.
- Yes sir, that's right.
- No sir, that's wrong.
You have this girl,
who's shown up out of the blue
at every one of our crime scenes
before anyone else gets there.
- [Joe] Sir, I know how it looks, but she's clean.
- She's not even American.
Where is she from?
What's her interest in these murders?
Don't tell me she's clean.
Is she a Russki?
Damn Commies, we should just gas the lot of them.
- Russia is our ally, sir.
She seems to have friends from high on up.
What I really wanna do is take a unit out to the warehouse--
- That's enough!
I also have friends high on up
and that warehouse is off limits to this department.
I want you to keep your eyes, ears and nose on that girl.
Found out where she's getting her information.
These murders have to stop
and Ms. Ivanov knows something we don't.
- Yes, sir.
[dramatic music]
[crickets chirping] [ominous music]
- That is one fine filly.
[dark music]
- Feeling aroused, are we?
[sighs]
Sometimes I forget where you came from.
[ominous music]
Perfect.
A little dull, I think.
What shall we do about that?
[knife scraping]
Razor sharp now.
I think that's enough for you.
They you are, tell me your secrets.
[intense symphonic music]
[twinkling]
[gasps]
I see, not just a mixture of chemicals.
Father, you were right!
There must be a fusion of bio plasma,
paranormal affluence by energy.
If you can hear me, I'm sorry.
I can't spare elixir right now.
But please use my energy.
I need to see inside of you.
[dark music]
[liquid swishing]
- 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50,
51, 52, 53, 54, 55.
[ominous music]
[gong rings]
- [Man] I told you not to meet me here.
- Nobody followed me.
Anyways, I'm out of uniform.
- [Man] You still have your police hat on.
Besides, you're too big to miss.
Where is Elisa Ivanov now?
- [sighs] She's in her apartment.
I was watching her through the window with my binoculars.
- What else did you see? - She was playing
with a creepy doll or something.
But I'll tell you what, that's one fine looking filly.
- Shut your mouth!
Spare me no filthy perversions.
- Um, I can break into her place--
- I don't wanna hear any more of your abhorrent plans.
I will send a more suitable agent.
I have another task for you.
There is a shipment of large gauge electrical wires
that is being slated for repairs
at the power distribution station.
You will go to the warehouse and leave it unlocked
and wait for Hauser's men.
- Sure thing, boss.
Anything else?
- Yes.
Take this file and give it to your contact at the warehouse.
And don't let yourself be followed.
- [stammers] Okie dokie.
[intense music]
Guess this is it.
Who's there?
I can hear ya.
[ominous music]
Nice job tailing me.
I didn't even see you coming.
Whoever you are.
But now it's just you and me.
I'll be goddamned.
It's Pinocchio!
This is gonna be fun.
I used to be a slugger in the Minors, little fella.
You're out.
Time for some pitching practice.
[groans]
[dramatic music]
[groans and screams]
[blood spattering] [choking]
[intense music]
- Boss, what happened here? - Doesn't matter, dummy.
Let's get the cables and beat it.
- Oh my God.
He's dead.
- Of course he's dead, you dumb poluka.
What's the matter, you never seen a dead guy before?
- [Klein] Well, not a real dead guy.
- I'll take this package.
You, hide the body and then bring the rest of the cables.
- [Prok] What are you looking for, Ingenieur?
- Glands.
- What? - Glands, Prok, glands.
The foundation of body chemistry.
For example, the pineal gland.
That which controls brain chemistry.
That is the secret.
- [Prok] What about the elixir?
- I will make a substitute for the elixir.
I will engineer a solution.
- [Prok] Well then why are we spending so much time
on this formula? - Because to make
a substitute, we first must understand the mechanism
of the original component!
They are all there.
Hypothalamus, pituitary, thyroid, adrenal, pineal, testes,
all working together to give us vitality, force.
- Think you can bypass this?
- Look at this body, Prok.
Look at the internal organs.
Closer!
You can't see it from there.
- What am I looking for?
- Does this body look dead to you?
- Of course it does.
What are you going to do?
[growling]
- See?
See?
That is bioenergy.
Pure bioenergy, that is my substitute and solution.
[gasping]
- Hauser, you are a madman.
- I received the iron cross for my drastic measures
during the Great War.
I made sacrifices
and I replace them with blood and iron.
- And what is preventing you
from using this synthetic bioenergy?
- I have to be too close.
I need to find the right waveform.
- File for my contacts.
[ominous music]
- [Hauser] The scroll for Osiris.
- What?
- The flaw isn't in my method.
It is in Hess's formula.
Some imperfection.
- So? - Do we still have an agent
following Ms. Ivanov?
- We do.
She's getting too close.
I'm gonna have her killed.
- Not quite yet.
I think I may have just discovered
how to go back to Tolong's original elixir.
- You better be getting results soon
as I've just received a communicate.
General Weiss is on his way here now from Berlin.
- Where is Klein?
He is late.
- He's getting the rest of the cables.
Hiding that body of that big dead cop.
- What happened to him?
- He was dead when we got there.
- Huh.
Then we must prepare for uninvited guests.
Get him dressed.
I want to prove my concept.
[gears cranking]
[ominous music]
[growling]
[gun shot]
[growling]
[gun shooting] [blood splattering]
[deep growling]
[dark music]
[typewriter chattering]
[sighs]
[screaming]
- Ugh, these dreams!
- Ms. Ivanov, Mr. Madison asked
if you're ready to submit your story.
- Not yet, Gloria.
- Hey, honey. - Hello, Barney.
- I made just some great shots if I do say so myself.
- Yes, these are fine. - These are very frightening.
- Yeah, keep your knickers on.
Take a look at this.
A monogrammed L.
That's gotta mean something. - It does.
- It does? - I've seen these
in my dreams.
Joe could help us.
Barney, good work!
These monograms dissolved soon after we arrived.
If you hadn't taken these pictures,
I wouldn't have any proof.
- What does it mean?
- It means that we have a way of discovering the murderers.
- That's what I'm here for.
[speaking in foreign language]
- Hey Barney? - Hmm?
- Who else have you shown these to?
- [Barney] Nobody.
I have the negatives locked down in my dark room.
- Great, so go grab those negatives and bring them here.
- Yeah, sure. - I also need you
to get something from my apartment.
- [Barney] Whatever you need.
- All right.
It's a framed picture.
Just like a tree by the water.
- Mhmm.
- Do not look in my trunk.
- [Barney] None of my business.
I'll be right back.
- I'll drive. - You have a car?
- Of course I do.
Wanna go for a ride?
- Sure. - I'll drive.
- And my headline.
How about "Lothario Photographer Gets Fired?"
[keys jingling]
[suspenseful music]
- Well, I guess this is the place.
- I'm scared.
Will you protect me?
- Sure thing, Doll Face.
[eerie music]
Look at this.
A tree by the water.
Well, this must be it.
Oh.
[twinkling music]
- I've been watching you.
- You've, uh, been watching me?
[eerie music]
- Do you wanna play?
- Uh.
Maybe.
- Would you like a piece of me?
I'd like a piece of you.
[breathing heavily]
[whispering] I'd love a piece of you.
[muffled struggling]
- Your scent is intoxicating.
[suspenseful music]
- What are you looking at?
- [whispering] I was just...
- Looks like you need a shave.
Start looking.
- I, I was looking.
- Take him.
Don't know what it is.
The girl wants it, so Hauser wants it.
[crickets chirping] [distant sirens wailing]
Find that puppet, the one with the skull.
Tear this place apart!
[crickets chirping] [distant sirens wailing]
[flames crackle]
[typewriter chattering]
- Oh, Barney, what happened to you?
- That's what I wanna know.
- Joe!
You look terrible.
- I just had a run-in with a stiff
who tried to take my head off.
- Stiff?
A dead man? - I put four slugs
in it's mug and he still came back for more.
- Let's get some privacy.
- So what happened to Barney?
- Well, earlier today I sent him to my apartment
to bring me something of grave importance,
something that in the wrong hands
could have the potential to free destruction.
- And then they snatched him.
- Who? - I don't know.
But I think this goes much deeper than just a den of spies.
This goes high up and I don't trust anybody.
But I'll take my chances with you, babe.
So why don't you tell me what it is
you see in these dreams of yours?
- In my dream, I saw the puppet kill a policeman.
The big cop that was trying to arrest me
at the last crime scene. - Are you joking, a puppet?
- It was in my dream.
It's as though I had some kind of connection with him.
But he did it without the elixir.
It was my blood. - Hmm, sounds like
a load of bog.
- Look at this.
The letter L. - Hmm, looks familiar.
I've seen that some place.
- It's the symbol of the silver legion, American Nazis.
- What is this dingus that these people want?
- They must have the scroll of Osiris.
- The scroll of what?
- [sighs] The dingus.
It's an ancient key to the elixir,
but they can't decipher it without my notes.
- Well grab them, let's scram out.
- Do you hear that? - Hear what?
- Silence.
The typewriters, they've stopped.
[dark music]
- [Joe] Hey, hey, you okay, kid?
Elisa, Elisa, we have to get out.
Elisa.
It's gas.
We have to get out of here.
[eerie music]
[breathing heavily through mask]
- [Man] Is that her?
- [Man] Yes, that's her.
Take them both.
[crickets chirping] [eerie music]
[flames crackle]
[screaming]
- Vasquez, you look ravishing.
Absolutely delicious.
- Calm yourself, [speaking in foreign language].
[mumbling] to pay.
[groaning]
- Elisa!
[screaming]
- Barney!
- I thought that would wake you up.
Elisa Ivanov.
Such a pleasure to finally meet you face-to-face.
Your army friends did a fine job of killing my colleagues.
Too bad they're not here to help you out now.
- Monster!
Fiend!
Let him go, he's just a boy.
[chuckling]
- My poor girl.
When I was his age, I was fighting in a trench
in the Great War.
At his age, I had already received the iron cross for valor.
At his age, I sacrificed for the fatherland.
Besides, I'm afraid that most of his higher brain function
is already gone. - No!
- Why don't you pick on someone your own size, coward?
- Detective.
You are lucky to have survived my undead assassin.
I am impressed.
Let's see how lucky and tough you really are.
[screaming]
- You think that hurts?
We'll really put the screws to you later.
[groans]
- Fraulein, why don't we make this easier
and you can avoid any further discomforts?
You see, I already have everything I need.
I have the scroll of Osiris and I have your notes.
But your notes, they're written in Russian
and the Cyrillic alphabet.
I see now how your experience with that primitive script
gave you an advantage in deciphering
the Egyptian, Phoenician and Greek symbols.
It's truly amazing, amazing.
Why don't you share your insights with me now?
- So you can raise the army of the dead?
So you can wreak havoc on thousands of innocent people?
- Ms. Ivanov, I can assure you
those two things will definitely happen.
I only ask that you make it easier on me and yourself.
- Go to hell, Nazi scum.
- My machine is complete.
The antenna above us will fire
a death ray in many directions,
killing thousands with unbearable pain.
After which, we will emit a very special signal.
It will radiate bioenergy, revitalizing the corpses
and bending them to my will.
- Bullshit.
You don't have enough power for that.
[laughing]
- Did you think the explosions of power plants last year
was an accident, huh?
A mere inconvenience?
We created the need.
Need for products, supplies, spare parts.
More for us to use and exploit.
You realize right here in this building,
there's a fully-functioning dynamo
and thousands of liters of fuel,
more than adequate for any power need.
- Prok.
- We have people everywhere, in every industry.
You know, even the government.
- That's enough!
Prok, you sing like a goddamn canary.
- My idea.
[suspenseful music]
- Fraulein, if you do not tell me what I need to know,
I have enough fluid here to analyze,
to produce the pure product,
the very same that Tolong used
to bring his cursed dolls to life.
Would you spare me the trouble?
- Gloria.
How can you do this?
How can you betray your country?
- My father is a Spanish nationalist
and Franco is a friend of Hitler.
My country was once a great empire.
We were [speaking in foreign language].
And we will be again.
- You're a fool.
Nazis never give.
They only take.
- Enough.
Your turn.
Hans.
[electricity zapping] [groaning]
[heavy breathing]
Surely you realize, Ms. Ivanov,
that in the end you're going to tell me everything.
The longer you make me wait,
the longer you compel me do this.
- In the end, I will see the evil inside you
cut its way out.
I will see you die in agony.
All of you.
- Suit yourself.
[electricity zapping]
[screaming]
How can that be?
I cut the power.
That waveform.
Your bioenergy.
That is your particular signature.
That is the frequency, the enigma of the scroll.
- I will not tell you anything.
- You don't have to.
You have inadvertently given up your secret.
We can replicate that waveform.
Hans, tune the machine to that frequency.
Replicate the waveform.
- Now it's my turn.
- What are you doing?
Tell me what you are controlling.
Fraulein, I can increase the current.
I will not stop until you tell me what you are doing
with your bioenergy.
- The fucking puppet.
- None of you will live to see the sun.
[giggling]
- Russian witch.
[eerie music]
Is this the puppet?
It's alive!
[suspenseful music]
- [gasps] There!
- Tolong's puppet, capture it!
[screams]
[gun shot]
- I'm just gonna gas the whole lot of ya.
- Not a chance. [gun shot]
[gun shooting]
[blood splattering]
- I have puppets too and they are bigger than yours!
[screaming]
[speaking in foreign language]
[yelling]
- Prok, you coward!
No one leaves!
[growling]
[screaming]
[growling]
[screaming]
[both screaming]
[shrieking]
- Oh, well, so pretty little thing.
[screaming] [growling]
[dark music]
[groaning]
[eerie music]
- No!
No, no!
Not me, him!
[growling]
- Hey, sleazebag!
[groaning]
- This is going to sting a little bit.
[laughs maniacally]
[flames crackling]
I am not a puppet, but when I lost my arm,
I forged a new one with blood, sweat and iron.
It looks like you and your little friend have a connection.
Let's see if the connection goes both ways.
[flames crackling]
[gasping]
- There, a strong connection.
Have you had enough yet?
- You can't hurt me.
You think you're superior, but you do not rise above.
You just stomp down on people who are weaker
to feel better than they are.
- Very poetic, Ms. Ivanov.
Pity no one will ever read those words.
But I'm not finished.
I have more in store.
[suspenseful music]
Yes, very tough indeed.
But I have read accounts of these puppets
and I know that they can be destroyed.
[groaning]
Impossible!
You are not indestructible!
You!
[electricity sizzles]
Are!
[electricity sizzles]
Not!
[electricity sizzles]
Indestructible!
[groans]
[heavy breathing]
[dark music]
Completely pulverized.
I can't even find his little blade.
[sobbing]
Would've been a nice souvenir for me to keep.
[chuckling]
Well.
Now your turn.
[groaning]
[stammers] What, what is, are you doing?
- Not me.
- I can't be, I have killed him!
He has no body!
Ah!
[groaning] [blood gargling]
[evil music]
- Glad he's on our side.
- He had enough of his own energy to run away,
but he didn't. - Why?
- Redemption, perhaps.
- Or penance.
I don't like it.
- And yet he saved us.
- Elisa.
Is this what it was like in your dream?
- No, Joe.
In my dream, everyone dies.
- Well, then I guess we died.
[beeping]
- Goose! - Shit!
[beeping]
- What now? - More ducking.
[alarm ringing]
Because we can't have alarm when a dead man switch.
- So if he dies? - The weapon fires anyway.
He didn't finish the machine,
but the death ray part is complete.
- It will kill everybody. - Everybody in your dream.
We only have a couple of minutes.
I'll just have to throw a monkey wrench in the works.
- What are you doing?
- Ever hear of a short circuit?
When the weapon activates,
the power's gonna arch across this section instead.
With that much energy,
an electric short will blow these transformers up.
- That doesn't sound so bad.
- I can't reach across these terminals.
[intense music]
Hey.
Lay it across the top terminals.
There are a few thousand liters of fuel somewhere
in this building.
I don't know what that is in gallons,
but I expect a large fireball.
- Joe, it's time to scram out. - Yeah.
[alarm rings]
[intense music with chanting]
- This way!
- Are you sure? - Yes, I'm sure!
[groaning]
- Really? - Yeah.
[alarm rings]
[electricity zapping]
[explosions bursting]
- Death Ray Plot Foiled By Killer Puppet.
What a load of shit.
Run it!
Run, run, run.
- [Elisa] An accidental fire destroyed the warehouse
and all it contained.
That is the official story
from our friends in special operations.
As for Detective Gray, he has moved on to another case.
Mm, more of a mission.
I feel you, my soul.
Please stay safe, Father.
As always, I hold you in my heart
and I send you all my love.
- Where the hell are they?
[breathing heavily]
[curious music]
- Looking for these?
- How'd you get in here, Lieutenant Gray?
- You don't have to call me Lieutenant anymore.
You're a fucking traitor.
- What are you gonna do?
You'll never make it stick.
All the evidence burned up.
Set 'em on fire myself.
We are everywhere.
- Yeah, I can see that.
I'll get to your friends soon enough.
It's my new mission.
As for you,
it'll look like you killed yourself.
- What the hell are you talking about?
- You asked how I got in here.
- You couldn't fit through there.
- Not me.
[intense music]
[screaming]
[ominous music with chanting]
[fabric ripping]