♪ WildC.A.T.s, WildC.A.T.s♪
♪ WildC.A.T.s♪
♪ We’re good against evil ♪
♪ WildC.A.T.s, WildC.A.T.s♪
♪ WildC.A.T.s♪
♪ We’ve got invincible powers ♪
♪ WildC.A.T.s, WildC.A.T.s♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ The one and only WildC.A.T.s♪
♪ We’re heroes not zeroes ♪
♪ We got what they fear
♪ So here’s the facts ♪
♪ So we got power to the max
♪ You know we’re tough as
nails ♪
♪ When all else fails call
WildC.A.T.s♪
♪ Nerves of steel
♪ WildC.A.T.s♪
♪ Here’s the deal ♪
♪ WildC.A.T.s♪
♪ You better watch out
♪ Yeah
♪ WildC.A.T.s, WildC.A.T.s♪
♪ WildC.A.T.s♪
♪ We’re good against evil ♪
♪ WildC.A.T.s, WildC.A.T.s♪
♪ WildC.A.T.s♪
♪ We’ve got invincible powers ♪
♪ WildC.A.T.s, WildC.A.T.s♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ The one and only WildC.A.T.s♪
MARLOWE: Wildcats mission
log, Entry 7: Void has detected
a Daemonite energy field headed
straight for Infidyne’s data
processing division.
The team’s got to get there
fast.
We may have a hostage situation
brewing.
Of course, sir.
We stake our reputation on
confidentiality and total
security.
(Stomping)
Okay, boys and girls, this is
what you call a hostage
situation.
Nobody so much as twitch and
you might live to tell your
grandkids about this.
Okay, baby.
Come to papa.
RECEPTIONIST: Do you have an
appointment?
As a matter of fact, no.
Hey!
You can’t go back there!
Wait a minute!
This data’s encrypted!
What’s that supposed to mean?
I mean, it’s just garbage.
Who has the access code?
You have five seconds to
comply.
Four,
three,
two--
The head of the division,
Karen McKee, but she’s at lunch.
I hope for your sake she’s
having fast food.
ROBOT: Intruders!
MAN: Let’s roar, WildC.A.T.s!
♪
The WildC.A.T.s.
Gee, you don’t miss a thing.
Destroy them!
(Grunt)
Hi-yah!
Get those civilians out of
here!
(Clang)
It’s okay.
We’re the good guys.
Why do I find that hard to
believe?
I shall fry you with my
volcanic powers!
Cool down, you hothead.
My hands, they’re freezing!
ROBOT: Targeting enemy.
Target this, infernal
machine!
(Clanging)
It’s time for a little game
we call, "crush the
WildC.A.T.s"!
I’m tired of your games,
Attica!
So am I.
(Crashing)
Okay C.A.T.s, let’s take them
down.
H.A.R.M., get us out of here,
now!
Entering vehicular mode.
GIANT: Helspont will not be
pleased.
We must stop them.
No.
I want to know what they were
after.
Warblade, check out that
computer.
You got it, Spartan.
KAREN: What’s going on here?
Who do you think you are,
busting up my place?
(Surprised): Karen.
Calm down, lady.
Those files are private
property!
It’s okay, Karen.
You can trust him.
Hadrian!?
Hadrian?
What are you doing here?
Who are these people?
It’s complicated.
Where have you been all this
time?
You never called me again.
You just vanished.
Listen, this place was
attacked for information.
Do you have any idea what it
might have been?
Infidyne’s a big company.
It could have been a hundred
things.
The files those creeps were
after are totally locked off.
Something about Project Alpha.
SPARTAN: Do you know anything
about it?
I have the codes, but I can’t
let you see any of that
information.
It’s top secret.
But I might take a look at it
for you.
But only you, not them.
The rest of you see what Void
can dig up.
I’ll stay here in case the
Troika comes back.
MAN: I don’t know who needs
protection worse: her or him.
What do you think you’re
doing?
I owe her an explanation,
Zealot.
I still care about her.
Spartan, you’re a cyborg now.
Just tell her the truth and be
done with it.
You know, you’ve changed.
I have?
Yeah.
Your taste in clothes has
gotten really weird.
Look, about Project Alpha--
There’s plenty of time for
that.
We’ve got some catching up to
do.
I have uncovered only one
piece of data on Project Alpha:
a photograph of its location.
Let’s see it, Void.
WARBLADE: That piece of
junk’s Project Alpha?
You’re putting us on.
You’ll have to do better than
that, Void.
VOID: Negative.
If I probe any deeper into the
computer network, it will
trigger a security shutdown.
Then Spartan better get some
information out of that woman.
If he can keep his mind on
business.
What was that name she called
him?
Hadrian?
His Kherubim name from the
old times.
Let’s just hope it reminds him
of his duty.
I kept waiting for you,
Hadrian.
I never even dated another man.
What happened?
I thought you loved me.
Look, Karen, things have
changed.
I’m in the middle of a war, a
war most people don’t even know
about.
What war?
There is no war.
Hadrian, nothing’s changed
between us.
I still love you.
Everything is different.
I am different.
Karen, please.
Just decode the files.
Oh.
How are you different, Hadrian?
That night I missed our
engagement dinner, I was
attacked by Daemonites.
What are Daemonites?
We’d be happy to arrange an
introduction.
Karen, get out of here!
She’s the one we need.
(Screaming)
Hadrian!
Good lord!
What are you?
Harm, finish him!
(Crash)
Troika move out.
(Karen whimpering)
Karen!
(Electric buzzing)
The Troika got Karen, and the
files on Project Alpha.
We’re on our way.
If they’ve done anything to
her, I’ll tear them apart.
VOID: I am picking up
Daemonite energy patterns.
They’re coming from an abandoned
propane plant in Sector 12.
Then that’s where they’ve
taken her.
You sure you’re up for this,
Spartan?
Yeah, old buddy, you’re a
mess.
I never felt better.
So, the access code’s in
here, eh?
(Beeping)
All right, we’ve got it!
Now Helspont can have all the
energy he needs to search for
that gizmo.
Troika to mothership, we’ve got
the goods.
Take us home.
Slow down, Spartan!
We’re almost there.
We don’t have time to slow
down.
Okay, let’s get this show
moving!
Don’t those WildC.A.T.s ever
give up?
Never, Slag!
Warblade, cut her loose.
Have you free in a slash,
lady.
Get the computer!
ROBOT: Forget it!
We’ve got what we need.
Your tricks are no match for
Kherubim skill.
You shall suffer for your
insolence, WildC.A.T.s
(Mimicking Slag’s voice):
Don’t be so sure, sucker.
This is it, Troika.
No more games.
(Crash)
Well, it’s about time.
So long, creeps!
We’ll never catch up to them
now.
And they have the files on
Project Alpha.
Terrific, we still don’t know
what this is all about.
I’ve got duplicate files at
Infidyne, but they’re encoded
and those goons took my access
key.
Void can decode the files.
VOID: This code is very
complex.
You people did well, Miss McKee.
It will take some time to decode
the files.
Make it fast, Void.
The Daemonites are already five
jumps ahead of us.
She’s really a computer?
Yes, the most advanced in the
world.
I told you it was
complicated.
Could I speak to you alone?
What’s the story with those
two?
She’s an old flame.
And I’m guessing he still
carries a torch for her.
Oh, great.
That’s just what we need.
I see now why you didn’t want
to tell me.
I thought about getting in
touch, but I thought it was best
just to let it be over.
But it’s not over.
We both still feel the same way.
Karen, look at me.
I’m made of titanium alloy and
thirty different synthetics.
The only thing left of me is my
mind.
Was your real body preserved?
Yes, but it is in stasis.
Listen, Infidyne’s medical
division has made some new
breakthroughs.
They could revive your body and
return your mind to it.
What?
Don’t you see?
You could become the man I once
knew and loved again.
My place is with the
WildC.A.T.s.
They need me, Karen.
I need you, too.
Where is my body?
What?
My real body - where is it?
In the Halo biotech facility.
But why on earth would you--
Karen says here people can
revive it and return my mind to
it.
You can’t.
You’re too valuable to the team.
The team can get along
without me.
Then what about the world?
The Daemonites won’t go away,
even if you do!
I am going to be whole again,
Jacob.
Do not try and stop me.
Spartan, it’s your body, and
your life, and ultimately your
decision, but the WildC.A.T.s
need you.
I have decoded the files on
Project Alpha.
We must summon the WildC.A.T.s
at once.
♪
Spartan, this is a surprise.
What can I do for you?
I want my original body back,
Dr. Forbes.
But that--
That isn’t possible!
Do not lie to me!
Forbes to Marlowe, we’ve got
a problem.
Here!
You can’t do that!
The biostasis pods are
off-limits!
Let him have it, Zachary.
It’s his choice.
♪
This crude shack is merely
the entrance to Project Alpha.
The main lab is far below ground
in solid bedrock.
It is here that Infidyne
technicians have constructed a
thermal-fusion generator.
What the heck’s a
thermal-fusion generator?
A device that creates
unlimited energy using thermal
radiation.
We’ve been trying to build
one for years.
Looks like Infidyne beat us to
it.
Why do the Daemonites want it
so bad?
That’s the million dollar
question.
I’m beginning to sense
Daemonite presences near the
location.
You’ve got to stop them.
Take the Merv.
Wait, where’s Spartan?
We need him.
He’s gone and I don’t think
he’ll be back.
He walked out on us?
You’re saying we’re about to
go into battle without our
leader?
I bet that girl has something
to do with this.
We can do nothing about it
now.
Our first priority is to stop
the Daemonites.
Let’s go!
First the body must be
revived, then we have to
download your memory.
In the meantime, make yourself
comfortable.
I do not feel discomfort.
I am a machine.
KAREN: But not for long.
A Daemonite hovership!
We’re too late.
So what?
We can take those goons.
Then prepare to take on
Helspont himself, Grifter.
The Behemoth!
You know, this may not be as
easy as I thought.
So much for getting the drop
on the Daemonites.
What the--
What’s it doing?
It’s digging its way right
into the underground labs.
Straight to the
thermal-fusion generator.
♪
Ah, my Kherubim friends.
Always coming to the party just
a little too late.
Within the hour, the Behemoth
will be fully energized.
My warship will have the power
of flight once more.
Then, no nation on earth will
dare oppose me.
Try opposing this, you sleaze
bucket!
It’s over, WildC.A.T.s!
You have lost.
Karillion, finish them.
More bad news.
Void, is there any way we can
get to the lab and shut that
generator down?
No, Zealot, the thermal
radiation is too intense.
We’d all get barbecued if we
went down there.
I’m going to take out that
power cable.
♪
What, are you nuts?
The Behemoth will blow the Merv
to bits!
GRIFTER: Zealot!
Zealot, are you all right?
I’m trying to reach Spartan.
He’s the only one who can help
us now.
Marlowe, where’s Spartan?
Zealot, I’ll look after
Spartan.
You get back to the team.
Looks like we’ll have to do
this the hard way.
That suits me just fine.
(Yelling)
♪
Let’s roar, WildC.A.T.s!
A girl can do anything, if
she puts her mind to it.
Time for Maul to get tall!
(Roars)
And take a fall.
We’re ready to begin.
In a few moments, you’ll be
flesh and blood again, darling,
and we can be together always.
Let’s do it.
I’m going to shut you down,
now.
Spartan, I can’t let you do
this.
Please reconsider.
The others are in danger.
They need you.
I have done more than my
share.
I have earned the right to live
a quiet life with the woman I
love.
MARLOWE: What kind of life
will it be if Helspont wins?
There’ll be no place for love
when the Daemonites rule the
world!
I am doing this for you,
Karen.
(Short circuit sound)
Hadrian, no!
MARLOWE: The WildC.A.T.s need
you, Spartan.
Now more than ever!
I’m sorry, Karen.
I will not let you down, sir.
Feel the steel, Daemo creeps!
(Roaring)
Didn’t anyone teach you
drones how to fight?
You’ll have to do better than
that, WildC.A.T.!
Okay, how about a game of
catch?
(Electric whirring)
It’s time we finished this.
And I think it’s time you
went for a little dip.
♪
WARBLADE: That’s the last of
their weapons.
Terrific, but Helspont nearly
has the Behemoth energized.
It’ll take a miracle to stop
him now.
Did somebody ask for a
miracle?
Marlowe filled me in on the
situation.
Keep those Daemonites busy.
I’m going to shut down that
generator.
All right!
Let’s Grifterize them!
"Grifterize"?
Okay, so I just made it up.
♪
SPARTAN: It’s over a thousand
degrees Fahrenheit in here, but
I do not melt easily.
(Electric buzzing)
(Booming explosion)
What is happening?
It’s Spartan.
He’s destroyed the generator!
They think they’ve defeated
me, but nothing can stop me in
my quest for the orb.
All right!
We busted him.
I knew you wouldn’t let us
down, Spartan.
I did what I came to do.
(Children laughing)
I should not have even
thought about getting my real
body back.
I endangered my friends.
I endangered the mission, and
you.
It doesn’t matter to me
whether you’re made of flesh or
metal.
What I love about you is inside,
and that’s still alive.
It’s over, Karen.
I am a WildC.A.T.
I’ll always remember you,
Hadrian.
For your sake, Karen, I hope
you forget.
Spartan to WildC.A.T.s, I’m
coming home.
♪