All language subtitles for The Venture Bros s04e13 Bright Lights, Dean City.eng

PHANTOM LIMB:
300 miles above the Earth,

Dr. Jonas Venture Jr. is hard at work

on his Gargantua-2 space station.

His life hangs by a thin oxygen tube...

[AIR HISSES]

...manufactured by a
recently acquired subsidiary

of Impossible Industries.

Meanwhile, closer to home,

Girl Hitler addresses the General Assembly

of the United Nations,
but she is instantly killed

when her microphone suffers a short.

Elsewhere, the Monarch
visits his local ATM,

only to discover his trust fund is empty.

His bank, also recently
acquired by Impossible Industries,

has just been robbed --
and they're not FDIC.

Tempestuous as he is foolish,
he blames his wife,

but she's already dead,

murdered by a pair of
well-placed sleeper agents

within the Monarch's own ranks

but made to look like the work

of a lowly, lovelorn henchman

who has, of late,
exhibited signs of instability.

And all the while, the
Guild of Calamitous Intent

loses member after member
to sudden mysterious deaths,

and the weight of
failure is simply too heavy

for the Sovereign's thin
white shoulders to bear.

What do these hapless
fools all have in common?

They dared to betray the
members of the Revenge Society!

- So, what do you think?
- Hmm.

Frankly, it's a little... killy.

I like it. I'm in.

Hey, and are we married to that name --

"Revenge Society"?

I was thinking perhaps "The Violet Hour."

That's T.S. Eliot.

Oh, that's awful.

It sounds like we should be
headlining the Lilith Festival.

I was thinking maybe "The Purple Pros"

because we all wear the purple und--

The name stays.

And you don't get a vote, Werner --

not till you've first proved your loyalty.

IMPOSSIBLE:
Just a formality.

Ja, I understand.

We have a similar ritual in
the Elite Underlandian Guard.

[BONES CRACKING]

- Oh, dear God.
- Mother of pearl!

What?

Oh, we-- we just wanted you to sign...

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

...a piece of, uh...

Uh, just a minute!

Violet Hour, hide!

And take him with you!

[KEYPAD BEEPS]

Three pipin'-hot coffees --
just the way you like 'em.

[UP-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS]

DEAN: [VOICEOVER]
Excelsior, faithful readers!

It's your roving reporter, Deanie V.,

bringing you the latest edition

of the Venture Home News,

all the way from New York City,

home of the world-famous
Impossible Industries,

where yours truly has just
landed a summer internship.

I thought maybe Pop pulled
some strings to get me accepted,

but the nice-smelling lady who hired me

said she'd never heard of him.

And, boy, Professor Impossible
sure was surprised to see me.

Yeah, I never got the feeling
he liked me very much before,

but on my very first day on the job,

he promoted me to his executive assistant.

Guess they're a little
short-staffed at the moment.

Uh, maybe the recession?

So far, I haven't gotten
to do any science stuff,

uh, but that's okay.

Mostly I answer phones, sort mail,

and make sure he gets his morning coffee,

just the way he likes it --
with milk and sugar --

and also one black and also
one black with two sugars.

It's no wonder he's so jumpy.

Then again, he might just be nervous

about the big new project he's launching.

It's so super-hush-hush secret, though,

even I don't know what it is yet.

So, let me tell you about my new home.

Making it in New York on
an unpaid intern's un-salary

is pretty tough,

but Hank found me a rent-controlled
apartment in the want ads.

The ad said it was cozy,

and the landlord said a guy died in here,

but with a little thrifty redecorating,

I've managed to make it a home.

I don't have much money for entertainment,

so most nights I just stay
home and make my own fun.

I also learned to cook for myself,

and the K rations Sergeant Hatred left me

should last me all summer long.

Well, that's about all the time I have

for this edition of the
Venture Home News.

This is Deanie V.,

saying see you next time, Venture-oos!

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Who is it?

Open up, boy.

I think the rats can smell
the Combos in my bag.

- Hello, son!
- Daddy!

Surprised to see me?

Oh, geez, look at this place.

What, are you waiting for
Jacob Riis to take your picture?

What are you doing here?

I got hooked! I'm bonkers for Broadway!

Yeah, after Hatred and I took
in The Music Man last week,

I bought my walkman back from Hank's store

and loaded it up with show tunes.

Now I can't get enough of that sweet stuff.

Hank has a store?

Ooh! I want to take in all the big shows.

Oh, do you mind if I crash here
for about a week?

A week?!

I don't know if there's room here--

I get it.

You're worried the old
man's gonna cramp your style.

Here, look -- whenever you
want the place to yourself,

just tie this around the doorknob,

and presto -- no moleste
-- old college trick.

In fact, I think this is
my tie from college.

My lucky tie -- meow.

Yeah, only it goes on the outside.

Well [YAWNS] I sure would
love to catch up with you, Pop,

but I have work in the morning, so I--

Well, go on. Go on.

Don't let me get in your way.

Just go about your business.

You'll never even know I was here.

? Ya ?
? Dat dat dat dat ?

? Dat dat da ?
? Yada dada da, yada dada da ?

Oh, don't mind me.

I had this dynamite idea for a new musical.

Just wanted to jot down a
few notes before I forget them.

Okay...
[KEYS CLACKING]

? Ba ba ?

? Yada dada dada ?

? Yada ?
? Yada, yada, yada ?

? Dat dat dat da ?

Ahh.

Ohh. Ugh!

Say, Baron Underbheit,
what's all the hubbub?

Ohh! I just want to arch my nemesis,

but I can't understand all these forms!

Und I can't get anyone
from The Guild on the phone.

Sounds like you two
need The Revenge Society.

Now, uh, gentlemen,

before we start interviewing
potential candidates,

You need to keep one
thing in mind -- "S.P.A.W.M."

That awful comic book?

Oh, and that movie?

What was Martin Sheen thinking?

Not "Spawn."

S.P.A.W.M. -- it's an acronym

for the classic panoply of powers

every professional villain team needs --

speed, power, air, water, magic.

The "w" can also stand
for "wind" or "weather,"

but you definitely need at
least one elemental in the mix.

Ooh, like a fire guy -- that would be cool.

Well, guess what, chicken
butt, fellas -- good news.

Aah!

Eh? What'd I tell you?

Yes, sir. Thanks to this little dynamo,

Impossible Industries is 100% green!

And you didn't think you had
it in you to be a supervillain.

This is the most deliciously
evil thing I've ever seen.

DEAN: Uh, Professor Impossible?
I'm taking my lunch now.

[HORNS HONKING]

Psst! Psst!

[CLEARS THROAT]
Dean?

Dean, over here!
Sit down and act natural.

I thought you were taking me to lunch.

Better yet -- I brought lunch to you.

Sack lunch -- here you go.

We're sharing the fries.

Anyway, I have an ulterior
motive for asking you here.

I need you to perform a little,

uh, shall we say, industrial espionage.

[SIGHS]
Pop, even if I knew

what Professor Impossible's
big secret project was,

- I'm not allowed to--
- Not that. Wait.

He's working on a secret project?

What is it? Oh, whatever. Never mind.

Just take this.

[COUGHS]

I'm gonna need two dozen copies,

stapled and collated.

And be sure each one gets one of these.

What is this?

My musical! I finished it!

It's all about my childhood,
my adventures...

? My secret longing for a better world ?

[LAUGHS]

I'm gonna hit every agent
and producer in town.

Dred Scott! What is he doing here?

Well, you were the one eavesdropping.

He mumbled something
about industrial espionage,

and then he just kept talking
about "Annie Get Your Gun."

Do you think it's some type of code?

[GASPS]
He's on to us.

You're both being paranoid.

Don't you see what this is?

This is opportunity knocking at our door.

Who disfigured you for life

and helped Girl Hitler steal your throne?

Who seduced your wife,

then passed her off to his
brother for sloppy seconds?

I'll tell you who --

the very same cretin who
allied with his own enemies

to thwart me at Cremation Creek

and the Battle for the Orb.

Gentlemen, The Revenge Society
just landed its first assignment --

kill Dr. Venture!

What? Like, right now?

- Mmm. Oh.
- [WATCH BEEPS]

Oh! Curtain's in 10 minutes.
Better hail a cab.

Taxi!

Now, I still have to write all the music,

but the real trick will
be finding a good Rusty.

I need someone with a voice,

real stage presence, sex appeal.

Oh, and I'm probably
gonna have to stay in town

for an extra week or two.

Oh, I don't know, Pop.

Oh, no, I wouldn't
dream of asking you, son.

I mean, you look the part,
but you're a terrible actor.

No. What? I-I mean--

Just awful.

Look, we can talk about
it at home tonight, okay?

Have fun at work, son.
Oh, make those copies.

Broadway district, and step on it.

Hey! Coming up next on Taxi TV,

we've got great places
around the city to eat,

and we'll be talking to a local man...

Ugh. Touch screens never work.

Greetings, Dr. Venture.

This is The Revenge Society.

[LAUGHS EVILLY]

Now that I have your undivided attention,

listen to me very carefully.

We have-- Hello? Are you listening to me?

? Yada-chanted evening ?

? Stranger ?

Um... uh, wh--

Now we're cooking with gas.

[GAS HISSING]

Nighty-night, Dr. Venture.

Pleasant screams.

[COUGHS]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[HORNS HONKING]

Gah!

Whoa!

[GRUNTING]

[HORNS HONKING]

End of the line, sir.

Please remember to take
all your personal belongings

and be sure to tip your driver.
[CHUCKLES]

What? This is funny to you?

I just almost got killed.

Get the hell out of my way.

I'm gonna miss the overture.

Fucking tourists.

Okay, that was crap.

What the hell happened there?

I can't believe he ditched the cab fare.

Zounds! That Venture is wily prey!

Why on earth did you put the sleep gas
in the front of the cab?

I thought you were supposed to be a genius!

Well, I've never done
this kind of thing before.

It's our first mission as a team.

There are bound to be a few hiccups.

Let's not squabble, Hamilton.

Very well. Positives?

On the up side, Werner did
an excellent job as the cabbie -

until you gassed him!

All right, that's just
passive-aggressive, friend.

I see exactly what you're doing there.

Sorry I'm late, Professor Impossible.

You see, my dad stopped
by for lunch and the--

[GASPS]
Phantom Limb!

What the hell was that shit out there?

Baron Underbeit!

Now, now, Dean, this isn't what it appears,

so let's all try to just keep calm.

[WHISTLE BLOWS]

[GROANS]

Aah!

[ELECTRICITY CRACKLES]

Hot sandwich!

You've murdered the Venture boy.

[BREATHING RAPIDLY]

Huh? Aah!

Ah, good. You're up.

Oh, thank goodness.
You got away from them?

[CHUCKLING]
Oh, no, Dean.

- Those fellows are with me.
- Aah!

I think maybe it's time I let someone in

on my big secret project.

Our secret project.

You see, I've known Werner there

since he was a student of mine.

And Hamilton and I go all the way back
to your grandfather's Boys' Brigade days.

But their lives took a different turn

when they both suffered
horrible, disfiguring accidents

which left them unable to work.

They soon found themselves
on the wrong side of the law

just to make ends meet.

And now that they've served their time,

they're looking for a way to become useful,

productive members of society again --

only no one will hire them

because of their criminal records.

Now, does that sound like the America

you want to live in, young Dean?

- No, sir.
- Me neither, youngster.

So, that's why, starting tomorrow,

Impossible Industries is launching

the Impossi-Care Second
Chance Employment Program.

That's what all the secrecy was about?

[LAUGHS]
Of course.

What? You didn't think I went
all evil or something, did you?

[LAUGHS]
Oh, that is rich.

How long have you been
working for me now, anyway?

About a week.

Well, I think you're way
overdue for a promotion.

- I-I am?
- Yes, sirree.

Starting tomorrow, I'm making you

our new head of human resources!

- Really?
- Good night, lad!

Remember -- promotion,
human resources, me not evil!

Good night!

Wow.
[SIGHS]

- Ow!
- Sorry.

Th-There was a prowler
on the fire escape earlier.

Did you make my copies?

[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

DEAN:
Okay, people, I want two orderly lines!

If your name starts with "A" through "J,"

I want you to line up over here to my left.

K's through R's, you're on the right.

What if your name starts
with no earthly letter?

Ugh, I thought Manhattan was
the epicenter of supervillainy.

It looks more like the
island of misfit toys out there.

Come on. Give me some room here.

Well, it wasn't designed for three.

Who knew?

Okay, Dean, who's first?

Polygamy! Mr. Polygamy!

And this is Mrs. Polygamy, Mrs. Polygamy,

Mrs. Polygamy, and Mrs. Polygamy.

So, what exactly does magic underwear do?

Chuk-luk!

Zhhhhh.

Um, was something supposed to happen?

You didn't see that? I just grew bigger.

No, you didn't.

I did -- like, at least 2 inches, maybe 3.

He saw it.

I think, um...

yes, I think he might have.

No. Look! Look -- he's on his toes!

Fat Chance.

And before you make your
little weight-ist judgments,

I got this way 'cause of a
botched scientific experiment.

You are preaching to the choir, friend.

Tell me about it.

Yeah, so, basically the
accident transformed my body

into a portal to another dimension,

and now I can pull stuff
out of time and space

through my duodenum. Boom.

And you find that... useful?

Sometimes.

Ladyhawk Johnson,

and the little fella
buzzing in your ear there

is my husband and partner
of 40 years, Mr. Lyndon Bee.

And what are your special powers?

Well, by night, I turn into a hawk,

but by day, he's a bee,

and never the twain shall meet,

except during a eclipse, of course!

Well, of course, we'll have to
interview Mr. Bee separately,

when he's, um...

Not a bee.

Well, tell him "hi" for me, will you?

So, um, I-I-I can't seem
to find your r�sum�.

Uh, Dean, can you bring me
the paperwork on, uh--

What was your name again?

So, um, how did you hear about

The Revenge Society?

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

Uh... where might we know
some of your work from?

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

- Aah!
- He's not on the list.

I-I'm sorry. I don't
know how he got in here.

And he's got a knife...

super power.

Brick Frog!

Thank you!

Ugh. Worse than useless.

Hardly any of them are
worthy of The Revenge Society.

Dean, that'll be all for today.

Uh, you still have one more interview, sir.

This gentleman's been
waiting since sundown.

[SIREN WAILING]

Phew.

[SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

What?

[GROANS]

Ew.

Yes!

Quick -- what's the most
popular musical in Germany?

What? Uh --

Starlight Express, exactly!

Whoo!

Yeah, roller skates -- the whole cast.

Rust! needs a gimmick
to hook the foreign investors.

- But why did you --
- Oh, that?

Yeah, it kept getting caught in my wheel,

so I just tossed it out
there with the rest of the--

Oh! You-- You thought I was--

He knows his old man.

Why is this here?!

It was blocking my center stage.

I have to go to the toilet!

Number one? Use the tub.
That's what I do.

Urrrrgh!

Oh, mein gott,
you guys will never guess

what I found on the copy machine.

[LAUGHS]

? Yada da Rusty ?

? Super ?

? My name is Rusty ?

? It's Rusty Venture ?

? Boy adventurer ?

Oh, that's good. That's good.

[SIGHS]

That guy bothering you?

Kind of.

Shh. I understand.

You can't talk. You need help.

Just blink twice if he's your pimp.

No. What? No, he's my dad.

Oh.

So, uh, what brings you
two to the big apple, then?

Well, I got this internship at
Impossible Industries, but--

Superscience, huh?

Yeah, I used to be in that racket myself.

Really? Why'd you give it up?

Pfft. You're lookin' at it.

Yeah, I had a little mishap in the lab

back when I was working
on my irradiated spider thesis --

kind of soured me on the
whole superscience deal.

Mm.

Yeah, I'm not really sure I want
to be a superscientist, either,

but my dad really wants me
to follow in his footsteps.

Yeah, I can see why you
really wouldn't want to do that.

But, hey, you're working
with Professor Impossible now.

That's "A"-list.

You could practically
write your own ticket.

Yeah, you'd think, right?

I mean, I thought things
would be different there,

but it's just the same old story --
do nothing all day.

Then a bunch of guys in
costumes come out and bother you.

I could get that at home.

Sounds like somebody would
rather be doing something else.

What I really want to be is a boy reporter.

I'm-- I'm sorry. What is
that enchanting music?

? The dreams I buried ?

? With robot fingers ?

Daddy? Daddy, I need to talk to you.

? Why, Rusty ?

I've given it a lot of thought,
and I've come to a decision.

Are you listening?

? The man of action ?

? Like muscle mothers ?

Fine.

? Not brothers ?

? On grand adventures ?

? They pushed me with them ?

? For mayhem ?

? Who's Rusty? ?

? I'm Rusty-y-y ?

? I'm Rusty-y-y ?

Ever done any musical theater?

Well, I was in Sound of Music
when I was a kid.

Oh, and I have perfect spider pitch.

I've found my Rusty.

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

- Hello?
- Dr. Venture?

Yes, this is Thaddeus S. Venture.

To whom am I speaking?

Yeah, this is, uh, Frank Bigtime

from, uh, Bigtime Productions.

I just read your Rust! script,

and I got to tell you --
I think it's dynamite stuff.

Can you come in for a meeting?

- Uh, sure! When?
- How about right now?

Well, now works for me, too.
Where are you at?

- Impossible Plaza.
- Impossible Plaza?

[CHUCKLES]

I guess I'm not the only superscientist
who needs renters to pay the mortgage, huh?

- What?
- Oh, nothing.

I'll be there.

[FOOTSTEPS POUNDING]

Taxi!

Impossible Plaza, and step on it.

You got it, buddy.

[KEYS CLACKING]

[CHUCKLES]

[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]

Uh, hello? Hello?

What?

[GROANS]

Hello? Hello? Hello?

Thank you for coming on such short notice,

Dr. Venture.

Phantom Limb?!

Wait. You're-- You're a producer now?

Yes, and the reviews are in.

I'm afraid Rusty will be ending
his run on Broadway tonight.

Of course, I'll have to
consult with my partners first.

Think you're getting
out of here alive, slim?

Fat Chance!

[GASPING]

You shall not seek --

and I will not accept -- your escape.

- Aah!
- Going down?

Boo!

Take a bow, Dr. Venture!

This is your final curtain call!

[EVIL LAUGHTER]

Aah!

Way to go, new guy!

What?

I couldn't see your invisible leg!

Why the hell's it got to be
so dark in here, anyway, huh?

Uh...

Ah!

[GASPS]

Where di--

What -- where in blazes did he go?!

FAT CHANCE:
Aw, geez.

Aw, he must have got
sucked into my enigma hole.

Cody?

Aah!

Uh, remain calm, sir!
I will save you!

[KEYPAD BEEPS]

Aah! Aah! Aah!

Don't-- Stop, drop, and roll!

Stop, drop, and roll!

- [KEYPAD BEEP]
- Sir!

- Aah! Aah!
- Wait!

Aah!

Wait!

Wait, man on fire!

Hey, I told you -- I don't
know where it goes, okay?

It's completely random.

This one time, during a bank heist,

I pulled a slip 'n slide,
The Beach Boys' Pet Sounds,

and half a freakin'
Roman legion out of there.

Aah!

Fire, Professor Impossible!

It's fire!

Please exit the building
via the fire stairs

in a calm, orderly manner.

[PANTING]

Quickly, gentlemen -- to the Impossi-car!

But I thought we were calling
it The Revenge Mobile now.

? I'm Rusty ?

? I'm Rusty ?

? The man of action ?

? Like muscle mothers ?

? Not brothers ?

? On grand adventures ?

? They push me with them ?

? For mayhem ?

? He's Rusty ?

- Hey.
- Hey.

How was your summer?

Well, I think I may have watched
my career in superscience

go up in smoke.

But I may have managed to
pull my dreams from the ashes.

How was yours?

Oh, from what I hear, it was amazing.

H-Have you seen Pop?

He left New York without
even saying goodbye.

Daddy?

Puh! You should be so lucky.

Ow!

All right, let's just take it easy.

You just zip it, mister!

And keep to your own dimension from now on.

Fine. I don't even like
your dimension, anyway.

It's an asshole dimension.

How do you like that?

Oh, nice potty mouth in front of the boys.

Look, you're the Dean
of this dimension, right?

Explain to the untalented Mr. Ripley here

he can't just waltz into my dimension

and try to kill me with
a rock and replace me

just because I happen to
have more hair, more money,

and a hit play on Broadway!

? I'm Rusty ?

? I'm Rusty ?

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