All language subtitles for Sub-Mariner Ep 05 The Thing From Space.ia

Longer than a whale, he can swim anywhere

He can breathe underwater and go flying through the air

And a jello, a merrier

Drifts on the deep

Will be ready when it's deep

For favor of Atlantis is the prince of the deep

There is no peace within the fabled city of Atlantis

or just outside its impregnable iron gates,

a mighty battle rangers.

Atumah, the barbarian plunderer once again

engages in mortal combat with Prince Namor,

the mighty Sub-Mariner.

This time, Namor, you shall know the bitter taste

of defeat.

One such as you atumah can never

vanquish a prince of love.

Inside the palace royal, the Lady Dormah

anxiously awaits news of her prince.

Ah, my Lord Vashti, tell me quickly,

how fair is our monarch?

Fear not, my lady.

Even now, Prince Namor and his valiant warriors

are routing the savage barbarians.

See for yourself.

Back atumah, back from whence you came.

There will yet be a day of reckoning, Namor.

Behold, without their leader, atumah's army flees.

Namor is stronger, wiser, and braver.

Such a man cannot be vanquished.

And yet, a barbarian such as atumah never gives up.

Back in his lair, atumah licks his wounds and broods.

A curse at some manner, time and again,

he has turned back my army.

I must find a new weapon.

Something so superior, it cannot fail.

Back in Atlantis, Namor finds no reason

to gloat over his victory.

You have driven him away, my prince.

And yet, your brow seems troubled.

So long as atumah lives, we must be ever vigilant,

my lady.

Each defeat serves only to make him the more dangerous.

But unknown to both Victor and Vanquisht,

Destiny is about to intervene.

In a far distant galaxy, a strange spaceship takes off.

And after journeying many light years,

it passes over the planet Earth.

At that moment, Destiny lays her hand.

A hatch door opens, and a freak accident occurs.

Down, down, the strange figure falls to the waiting ocean,

ever downward to the farthest deeps.

Until, sir, we are being attacked by a demon.

It's surely some trick of Namor's.

Follow me.

Advance at thy peril, whatever thou art.

Does the Sub-Mariner think me so helpless?

Destroy it!

By the scepter of Neptune, I shall crush yon behemoth.

Bring up the cannon.

Meanwhile, in the palace scanning room,

a perplexed monarch studies the scene.

What strange turn of events is this?

It would appear Atumah is plotting

some new treachery sire.

Atlantis has suffered enough from this last onslaught.

Your army has not yet recouped its strength.

If he attacks again, the victory may be his.

Though my Lord Basti summoned my people,

I shall reassure them as long as there is life in my body.

Atumah will never conquer Atlantis.

Although the mighty Sub-Mariner's words

are confident, his thoughts are troubled.

But Atumah's attention at this moment

is concentrated on the strange invader.

Now, demon, or whatever you be,

you shall feel the power of Atumah.

Fire the disintegrator cannon.

It is indestructible.

Nothing is indestructible.

Stand away.

Take care, sire.

If you are neither man nor monster,

what kind of devil are you?

Did Neymar dispatch you here?

Answer me, I command you.

Ah! Return to whatever murky depth you came from.

I have no fear of--

Look, he obeys.

By Neptune, if this be so, advance at once.

He advances.

Out.

He obeys my every command.

Lift your idol.

He has the strength of 1,000 men.

A strength to equal Neymar's own.

I cannot who you are, for from whence you came.

You may be the very weapon I need to bring all of Atlantis

to its knees.

I order you to slay, Prince Neymar, the accursed Submariner.

I have an invincible weapon, Neymar.

You are doomed at last.

How can the mighty Submariner, with all his mortal strength,

be a match for the inhuman, indestructible robot?

As the robot makes its way toward Atlantis--

There is no more to fear, my people.

A tumor and his evil hordes are driven back.

They have learned the folly of armed aggression,

but we are being attacked.

Sire, it is a monster.

He has torn us under the iron gates of Atlantis

as if they were straws.

Lord Bashti, summon my guards.

Nothing shall invade this realm.

It is too late.

He is within the city.

Once inside the city, the robot stops relentlessly

toward the palace royal.

Our artillery is useless against it.

While within the palace, Prince Neymar

prepares to lead the fight.

You are right, Lord Bashti.

Though the monster strikes, it is a tumor who commands.

Sire, you must flee to safety.

A prince of the blood does not cower in the face of danger.

Order every weapon in the kingdom turned against him.

But there is no weapon powerful enough

to help the oncoming men.

Put up the defenso wall.

His metal body burns quite hot.

It melts the wall to nothingness.

Nothing deters him from his course.

If we cannot destroy him, he must be captured.

Bring up the steel nets.

His eyes, their beings disintegrate our nets.

It is clear a tumor has sent this creature not merely

against the city, but to destroy Prince Neymar.

For only by crushing me will he be able to subjugate Atlantis.

I cannot allow my people to suffer in my stead.

Lord Bashti, at my command, the city

must be evacuated at once.

My prince, does this mean the surrender of Atlantis?

Never.

You shall take command of my legions

and protect the realm whilst I do battle for my people

and for my heritage.

You cannot face this danger alone.

Even your great strength is no match for yonder behemoth.

I have at my command every denizen of the deep.

Neymar's power shall not be found wanting.

Thy word is law, sire.

But if thou fail, Atlantis is doomed.

Speak not of failure, imperious wrecks.

And as Lord Bashti carries out his monarch's command,

the robot crashes its way unerringly toward its victim.

Within minutes, the city is deserted,

save for one who remains behind.

My orders were for all to leave Atlantis.

Even you, my lady.

I cannot.

I must remain at your side.

Nay, I dare not put one so dear to me in dire jeopardy.

Now go, and may Neptune watch over you.

At the city's edge, a tumor and his warriors

await the downfall of the mighty Submariner.

So Neymar will be slain and Atlantis will be mine.

Be prepared to attack, and this time a tumor will triumph.

While within the city, the unflinching prince

awaits his home, he comes closer.

Denizens of the deep, I call upon you

to encircle the invader.

Faster!

Distract and confuse him!

Still he advances.

Let the giant squid appear.

Let him know the deadly touch of your embrace.

His eye beams might push them with ease.

Oh, if I could short circuit whatever mechanism

controls him.

Let the electric eels come forth.

Let the power of each be that of 1,000 volts.

If nothing deters him, perhaps I can imprison him.

Mighty whale, I order you to vanquish this menace

to our domain.

But even the mighty jaws of a monster whale

are as nothing against the robot.

He has escaped.

For truly, he seems invincible.

From a palace window, there is one desperate witness

to the scene.

Rather would I face the wrath of my sovereign

than leave my prince to endure his trial alone.

I must find a way to aid him.

Elsie is surely doomed.

And on a hill overlooking the city, another pair of eyes.

Watch in evil glee.

Surrender the cursed Submariner.

Nothing you devise will save you.

I have ordered that you be slain.

And slain you shall be unless you surrender

the crown of Atlantis to me.

In the face of certain defeat, will the mighty Submariner

accept that Toma's ultimatum, or will his choice be death?

Surrender, Neymar.

Surrender now before your troops are slain

and your people perish in the uncharted depths.

No, my prince.

You must not surrender.

You defied my orders.

And yet was love that spurred you on.

Submit not to his demands.

All of Atlantis would rather perish than be ruled

by any but you, my prince.

There is yet one chance.

Listen well.

You cannot escape, Neymar.

Your nemesis will find you wherever you hide.

Go quickly.

But, Sire, I do not understand.

It is not for you to understand.

Trust me.

Obey your prince, my lady.

What say, your Submariner?

Answer or die where you stand.

By the sacred trident of Neptune,

I shall never surrender at humor.

If die, I must.

I shall die in battle like a true prince of the blood.

Very well, fool.

Hark at my mechanical slain.

I order you to slay Neymar.

You will show him no mercy.

Once more, the hard breasts of Mariner turns to do battle.

I know full well this creature is indestructible.

Yet am I not Neymar?

Ah, you'll think to elude him.

But you shall tire, while he cannot.

Perhaps if I can smash his control unit.

I must not despair.

An empire is at stake.

Within the royal chambers, the Lady Dorma

finds that which she seeks.

Though I do not fathom his purpose,

I shall not fail my prince.

Meanwhile, at the city's edge--

My Lord Bastik, our troops fall back.

The tomb's men fight with unleashed fury.

The lust for vengeance is a mighty weapon, indeed.

But we must hold out.

As the noble Submariner risks all to save us,

we can do no less to justify our monarch's faith.

Although my strength is unmatched by living man,

this creature is inexhaustible.

It is done, now to carry out his second command.

And as the Lady Dorma streaks through the deep--

His strength is waning.

Neighbor cannot hold out much longer.

We have driven the Submariner's troops

to the outer reaches.

They are beaten.

There is no defense for Atlantis now.

But by warrior's return, we shall take the city.

Reasing against time, the Monoscout craft

breaks the surface of the water, and seconds later--

At this moment, far above the earth,

far beyond the sight of human eye,

a strange skycraft circles the earth.

While countless fathoms below the sea surface,

the victorious hordes of Atuma storm the city.

The robot has him.

The time has come.

Now we shall see who is master of this realm.

Caught between two foes, the mighty Submariner

struggles on when suddenly Atuma's men recoil in shock

at the awesome spectacle.

And as the robot tightens its death grip--

No!

I alone shall destroy the enemies of Atlantis.

It is as I surmised.

The projected image of yonder creature led you to me.

Return then to your world.

And the gratitude of Namor I, Lord of the Seven Seas,

goes with you.

My prince, you are safe.

Sire, your forces have rallied and are at this moment

driving back the barbarians.

And I shall lead them to victory.

For Namor shall make certain that Atuma and his hordes

shall never more return to fair Atlantis.

May Neptune go with you, my prince, my love.

Longer than a whale, he can swim anywhere.

He can breathe underwater and go flying through the air.

And so long, Submariner, lift up the ship.

We'll be ready every day.

Your favor of Atlantis is the prince of the deep.