All language subtitles for Young Justice S3E (15)

Space Trek 3016,

Episode 316, Scene 16, Take 16.

Action.

Cut. All right. Great shot.

Ah, that's a keeper, Gar.

Oh, okay, okay. Uh...
Back to your marks, people.

Uh, we're running it again.

- Give me a break.
- Tork, uh, Garfield.

Wait.

Come on, J.A., you know
what was a good take.

- Gretchen's just...
- Look, kid.

I don't know what you did
to tick old Granny off,

but you better
find a way to fix it.

There's no fixing it,
maybe I should just quit.

Quit? No, no.
No, you can't quit.

You... You're the star
of the show.

You'll put the whole crew
out of work. Plus...

You're under contract,
bubelah...

If you're in breach,
Gretchen will sue your green butt

for everything you have.

She'll ruin you.

Space Trek 3016, Episode 316,

Scene 16, Take 17.

Ah, sorry, guys, gotta run.

Wait, wait, Aunty Mouse,
I have something to show you.

Look.

Lian...

- That's disgusting.
- I know.

Look, Brucely's disgusting too.

Go, I got this.

Gross out contest.

Ready?

Go.

Recognized, Beast Boy, B19.

Oh, hey,
you're a little late, Gar...

Fifty-two takes. Fifty-two.

Okay, we will
talk about it later.

Okay, everybody,

Miss Martian was needed
at the meta-human youth center.

So she assigned me
to lead Gamma Squad.

This will be a covert mission.
Recon only.

Pssh, they always say
recon only.

It never turns out that way.

The mission had better
turn out that way,

since the League is not allowed
in Russia without prior consent.

Russia?

We're being sent to investigate
Russia's Ploshed 52 base.

We have intel of a possible government
sponsored meta-program there.

No doubt the Russian
equivalent of Bedlam.

I understand Markovia suffered
under the former Soviet Union,

but do not pre-judge.

Yes, this may be Russia's
equivalent to Bedlam,

or it may be
their equivalent to Taos.

If I could have
everyone's attention.

- I'm out of here.
- Please...

Silence.

Running away was
my first instinct too.

Trouble is, you can't run
from your powers

any more than you can
run from yourself.

So, why not give us
a shot at helping?

You can always take off later.

- Who are you?
- Stick around and find out.

Please, if I could just...

Guys,

you wanna get started,
we wanna get started.

- So let's get started.
- Thank you, Eduardo.

Hello and welcome to the S.T.A.R.
Labs Taos meta-human youth center.

I am Director of Facility
Dr. Eduardo Dorado, Sr.

And I'm just Ed.
Peer Counselor.

I'm sure you all have questions.

I'm here to give you answers.

And I'm here to translate
from adult speak.

You have been through
registration,

it is time for orientation.

Let's face it,
you've been through hell,

so this won't be
quite as painful.

First things first.

You are not prisoners here.

You can leave anytime you want,
you can stay as long as you need.

You set the pace.

You'll all receive
counseling from Dinah Lance

or Megan Morse,

who are experts
in meta-teen issues.

They're crash... Great,
you can really talk to them.

Or to your Peer Counselors,
me and Luth back there.

We've been through this
and want to help.

You will also receive training

on how to deal with
your new meta-abilities.

You all feel like freaks.
Believe me, I know.

But that feeling doesn't
have to last forever.

Control
is the goal here at Taos.

Which is why you'll have the option
of wearing an inhibitor collar.

This can turn off your powers
completely if you like.

Full disclosure, these collars
were originally developed

for meta-criminals
Belle Reve Penitentiary.

The difference here is,
you're in control.

You decide when to put the collar
on, when to take it off

or whether you want one at all.

Either way, the ultimate goal is to safely
reintegrate each and every one of you

back into society.

Without this. Trust me.

Forager, prepare for extraction.

Our mission's complete.

- It is?
- Why are we not stopping this?

Because it's not our business.

If volunteers wanna be heroes,
who are we to say no?

But their government will use
them as super soldiers

for propaganda
and who knows what.

They want to be
the Russian Justice League.

And that's not
our business either.

- Tigress, Beast Boy's late.
- Noted.

I have confirmed IDs on Black
Manta, Captain Boomerang

and Monsieur Mallah

all of whom should be in Belle Reve
Prison wearing inhibitor collars.

I thought that place was
supposed to be escape proof.

- It is.
- Did anyone tell them?

It looks like they're
planning a little surprise party

for the Russians.

And is that our business?

What the what now?

Tigress.

You and I have a score
to settle.

Really? 'Cause I'm pretty sure
your son and I settled that score

two years ago.

Why, hello there, little Sheila.

Have I got
a proposition for you.

Well, now, you're everything
I like best in a woman.

An easy target.

Halo.

Halo.

Fall back.

Boomerang, we need cover.

Best idea I've heard all year.

Gamma, HUDs on infrared.

No need for that.

Move and you'll die.

Halo, Boom Tube.

She's still recovering.

So we fight.

No, stand down.

We have no quarrel
with the heroes of Russia.

Crikey, are they surrendering?

What a bunch of losers.

Those losers
just forced our retreat.

Trust me, they should not
be underestimated.

I have no ID on the women.

But that's the exiled prince
of Markovia

and that green rhino
is clearly Garfield Logan.

Their leader is
Tigress, Artemis Crock,

Sportsmaster's youngest
daughter.

They are all members
of the team.

The team?

The Justice League's
covert ops unit.

The
Justice League has a covert ops unit?

Well, now...

That's very interesting.

Plus, it explains a few things
I've wondered about for years.

I'm thrilled to
have brought you enlightenment.

Now send Flag in
for our extraction.

Negative! Your mission was to
eliminate the Rocket Red Brigade

and bring back their technology.

So far, you've completed squat.

Whoa there, boss lady,
do the math. It's seven against three

and I am not...

There's more where that came from.

And worse.

Don't test the brain implant,
Boomerang.

And don't test me.

Aye, when a lady's right,
she's right.

We were sent here to do a
job, mates, so let's do it.

Ow.

And if the
children get in the way?

That's not my concern.

Move in.

Please,
like you've ever been forced to wear

an inhibitor collar.

No one's forcing anyone
to do anything here.

Some of you have met
my buddy Newt,

our other Peer Counselor.

He doesn't have
his meta-powers anymore,

but he's told me if they ever came
back, he'd want the collar.

"Better safe than sorry."
His words, not mine.

Yeah, but isn't he the guy who
nearly blew up Central City?

Well, it wasn't his fault...

But yes.

What about you?

Me? I used to pray
to get rid of my powers.

Still don't see myself
as the hero type,

but I've learned to accept,
even love my meta-abilities.

They're part of me now.

We don't wanna pretend
they don't exist, so, no.

No collar.

My sentiments exactly.

Besides, collars are for pets.

I'd never put one on.

We didn't come here
to attack you.

In fact, we prevented an attack.

You expect us to believe this?

Can't maintain shield.

Forager, now.

Halo, drop the shield.

Gamma, go!

Wait, aren't you Tork?

Again...

We're not here to fight you

which should be obvious,

since our ship could've
attacked you while camouflaged.

All we ask is that you allow us
to take these escaped convicts

back to Belle Reve prison.

Do you think us fools?

You American meta-humans have
violated Russian sovereignty.

We are not Americans.

- And we're not your enemy.
- You can take us in.

We won't resist.

But word will get out
that your top secret base

was infiltrated by two separate
covert American meta-squads.

Just go.

Control your meta-abilities.

Do not let them control you.

What is this?
Remedial Meta-Powers 101?

Mist and Livewire
are so beyond this.

Mist? Livewire?

You guys have hero names?

Hero names?

Sure, yeah, let's go with that.

Then call me,

Windfall.

Baby steps, Windfall.

You have solid control
there, but...

- Whoa!
- You idiot, stop.

Andy, are you okay?

Did this meta-brat hurt you?

Oh, I'm the brat?

Now, settle down,
we are all friends here.

I don't think so.

Wendy, don't!

Argh!

Wendy, stop!

You're sucking the air
from the room.

Oh, I'm trying,
I can't turn it off.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I... I couldn't stop it.

It's all right, it's over.

I'm a monster.

A monster.

Kaldur'ahm, seeing you in
those colors turns my stomach.

Then it is fortunate you cannot see
them from your prison cell, Father.

I spoke with Warden Economos
about the three dangerous felons

who escaped Belle Reve
under his watch.

Let me guess,
he had no idea they were gone?

He admitted nothing, but yes.

That was my impression.

He claimed the situation
was being handled

and promised to send
someone up to explain.

Oh, someone other than the
man in charge of the place?

Apparently. How did the new
team members do on the mission?

- Uh, you know they can hear you.
- I do.

Halo got banged up
pretty good, but

- the rest did okay.
- And Tara?

She did fine.

So, what now, boss?

Press conference?

Tell the world Belle Reve is not
as escape proof as advertised?

I wouldn't recommend it.

Amanda Waller.

What is the former Warden
of Belle Reve doing here now?

My job and my duty.

When your people
aren't interfering.

So it was an op.

Manta, Mallah, Boomerang,
all working for you.

Not for me,
for the US Government,

which I represent.

By tapping into Belle Reve's
previously untapped source

of meta-individuals?

To run hazardous missions we
wouldn't risk our people on.

And yet you risk losing
Manta on the world?

There are carrots and sticks.

Very persuasive sticks.

Our operatives know
they're extremely expendable.

I see.

And if your Suicide Squad
is caught or killed?

They're disavowed.
Task Force X does not officially exist.

Then why reveal it to me?

Clarity. You expose
my operation

and I expose
your little playgroup.

Given current public opinion,

the League has way more
to lose than I.

Big talk.
She's totally bluffing.

We all have secrets to keep.

- You're sure you're all right?
- Fine.

It's just been a long day.

How about a little help in here?

A hero's work is never done.

No, stay, rest.

You'll never know how happy I am

you came into my life.

Why, hello there, little Sheila.

Have I got a proposition for you.

I have a proposition for you.

They can never know.