You have a suspicion that the forces from below are more likely to have taken the perfect beat than not. The scorpion agrees and the two of you walk down into the underworld. You search amongst the lakes of fire, the infinite pits of the damned, and the forests of impaled former landlords, when suddenly a sound comes to you. A perfect sound. You and the scorpion both turn to see the nefarious Cardinal Richelieu walking by, phone blasting at full volume, and (no doubt about it) the perfect beat playing on it. The fallen dastardly French minister has somehow got his hands on the prefect beat and, knowing him, is definitely intending to use it to advance his malicious manipulations