All language subtitles for Flash Gordon - 1x04 - Assassin.en

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pain and pleasure.

it focuses the mind.

you really must try it sometime.

pain is my constant companion.

as you're well aware.

and pleasure?

without balance,

it's enough to drive a man mad,

but then...

you're not really a man,

are you?

the preparations have been completed.

awaiting your orders.

good.

send him immediately.

rankol...

your expert opinion.

i created the technology.

the science will not fail you,

but the man--

would not dare.

there's too much at stake,

for all of us.

eee!

don't touch my frelinghoffer!

do not raise your voice to me.

that's a 1921 first edition,

a masterwork on the unified field theory,

signed by teodor frelinghoffer himself.

i staked out ebay for three years to find that.

who is ebay?

it's not a who,it's a what.

on the net,understand?

i understand only one thing, you have failed.

these are still non-functional.

you two fighting?

keep this up,

you might as well be bondmates.

i would rather be dragged naked

through the baneland's toxic swamps.

you see what i have to put up with?

i'm trying to recharge your weapons

so that you can defend yourself.

so any luck?

the organic circuitry's throwing me for a bit of a loop,

but i've been experimenting

with a reverse osmotic carbon process--

just yes or no.

not yet,but soon.

maybe.

great. in the meantime--

incoming.

another rift just opened.

third and main.

well,whoever or whatever came through

didn't make much of an impression.

what is that odor?

oh,that?

that's the thick crust, double cheese,

triple pepperoni,

otherwise known as the food of the gods.

the things you humans put in your mouths...

what?

let's call it a long shot.

hey,you.

i need a favor.

it's amazing what a press pass

and a dazzling smile can get you.

he was a small man.

i could have snapped his neck like a little bird.

next time.

nice work.

all right, we'll just fast forward

to the time code of the rift opening,and...

okay,here we go, slow down.

we should be seeing something right about--

there!

dr. gordon?

dad.

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oh,my god,dad.

that's incredible.

it's almost too good to be true.

all i know is for the first time in 13 years,

i'm seeing my father.

he's probably home already.

maybe we should just take a breath.

what? why?

well,we've all seen what ming can do to people.

all i'm saying is, maybe we should wait

to make sure your father's all right,

before we... get too excited.

not everything's a conspiracy theory,dale.

there is such a thing as good news.

dad!

dad!

dad?

i'm sorry.

i would never do anything to hurt you.

yeah,i know.

maybe it's just the cynical reporter in me,

but in my experience,

if something's too good to be true...

i remember how you cried

when your mom told you he died in a fire.

don't.

i ran over to hug you as hard as i could.

i thought maybe if i held you tight enough,

i could squeeze all the sadness away.

i just don't want to see you set yourself up

for another fall.

okay?

you saw him,dale,we both did.

why wouldn't he come home?

oh,it's you.

happy to see you,too.

hey,you.

hi,honey.

thought that was your car in the driveway.

yeah,i... i had to come by to...

i,um...

just had to come by to,um...

joe...

i have a confession.

the truth is...

dale and i,uh...

well,i have terrible grammar.

say what?

yeah,i'm writing an ad for g&g car craft.

i asked dale to come over and help me

cross the "i's" and dot the "t's."

truth is, i'm hopeless.

i see.

we're done now. yeah,but mm-hmm.

i whacked that last dangling participle

within an inch of its life.

so if you're free for lunch...

i'm on the job.

which is why i came to see flash.

really? what about?

carjacking.

downtown.

the victim got a good look at the perp,

and our sketch artist came up with this.

look familiar?

if he's indeed back on earth, i've got a lot of work to do.

he must have managed to perfect the rift technology.

oh,organization, never my strong suit.

ah!

it is a terrible thing to be taken from your people.

it changes you.

i knew i'd seen that face before.

you do you realize what you're saying,right?

what am i saying? you tell me.

dr. gordon was killed in a fire 13 years ago.

i know, i read the police report.

well,then you also know

that your witness must be wrong.

i mean,it's not like dead people go around

jacking cars.

so,no long-lost twin brother in the family tree?

you guys really are grasping at straws,aren't you?

just doing my job.

so,no other leads?

nah,but the perp definitely wasn't a pro.

didn't even disable the lojack.

so you know where he is then?

yeah,police found the car.

abandoned in d.c.

washington...

dr. landry?

lawrence?

lawrence?

i thought that you were--

dead?

in a fire, 12,13 years ago.

a necessary fiction, i'm afraid.

as you can see, i'm very much alive.

but... how?

why?

where have you been all this time?

a place of wonder and mystery.

no...

yes.

then your experiments were a success?

beyond our wildest dreams.

incredible.

after all the years of work,

the doubts and failures,

here stands living proof.

tell me,

is the portage initiative still active?

yes,yes, there's myself,

and dr. hiller.

she's married now, at the baltimore facility,

but-but talk to me.

what was your breakthrough?

let's walk, dr. landry,

and i'll tell you the miracles i've seen.

martin...

call me martin, old friend.

this is the dawn of a new era.

do you realize

we're going to be working togeth--

[device beeping]

what is that?

that is one of the miracles

i was telling you about.

alien technology?

oh,may i?

certainly.

now,martin,old friend,

it's time to say good-bye,???

hate to rush you out like this,

but i got to get this ad over to nick for approval

before the deadline at the paper.

sorry i couldn't be any help.

i've been a cop long enough to know

when people are holding out on me.

meaning?

did you see the way he reacted

to the sketch?

like he'd seen a ghost.

maybe he has.

do you ever really get over losing a parent?

you think that's all it was?

flash pretends to be a tough guy,but...

but you know differently?

enough talk about ghosts.

let's leave the past in the past.

now...

about where i'm taking you for lunch.

listen--

and no excuses this time,

or i'm going to be forced to use your handcuffs.

you are terrible.

and you love it.

dr. gordon stole a car?

and drove to washington.

washington, your first president.

dollar bill. wooden teeth.

she's been googling again.

why would he go to d.c.?

your father made frequent trips to the capitol.

usually when our experiments hit a rough patch.

why did he go there? who did he see?

i haven't the foggiest.

and you did not ask?

i did,but he said that it was confidential.

so what,that's it, it's a dead end?

well,no,there was...

one drawer that your father always kept locked.

i wasn't snooping, you understand--

just give it up.

one day,i was looking for some research stats,

and i noticed that he'd left it open.

there were some sealed documents

stamped,"eyes only."

and a couple of memos signed by a dr. landry.

who's that?

i assumed it was a fellow scientist.

when your father disappeared,

i tried to contact nasa, the state department,

anybody who would listen.

i was stonewalled, ridiculed.

it was not a happy time.

and this landry?

tracked him down.

ended up,he was part of a political think-tank,

which is an oxymoron,really, if you think--

can you focus?

anyway,i called him to arrange a meeting.

he refused.

denied ever knowing dr. gordon.

did you believe him?

do you believe anybody in washington?

if you drop these two off by 4:00,

that would be perfect.

excuse me.

hey,flash, where did you run off to?

landry.

okay,got it.

you think he's connected?

all right,five minutes, i'll get you the address,

you can come by and pick me up.

i see.

well,since the two of you are already on your way,

never mind.

washington dc 32

all right, according to dale,

this is the place.

remember our story?

you doubt me?

just checking.

we are reporters for the washington stick.

no "post."

washington post.

you know,on second thought, let me do the talking.

where did you get your information?

let's just say it's from a reliable source.

well,no one by that name works here.

you are lying.

what my colleague means is,are you sure?

dr. martin landry?

perhaps if you consulted with your superiors?

don't tell me how to do my job.

no. no,no, of course not,

but i'm almost positive he has an office here.

i mean,this is phazer laboratories,right?

look,i don't care what rag you're with.

this is a government facility,

off limits to the public and the press.

so either you leave,

or i'll have you escorted from the property.

may you be seized

by black hordes from the netherworld

and racked by the seven agonies

until you weep for death.

in other words,

thank you so much for your time.

do not maul me.

you could have got us arrested.

he was lying.

probably.

definitely.

he was not well-trained to deceive.

the red pigment in his eyes darkened

and his skin secreted excess moisture.

i didn't notice.

i would not expect you to.

perhaps there is access from above.

yeah,a lot of good that's going to do us.

hey! stop!

stop,stop,stop.

you know what?

you need to work on your listening skills.

what are you doing?

what?

the surface seems much like

the skin of the alika tree.

this will be easy.

what are you doing?

baylin! silence!

do not alert the sentries.

baylin!

baylin

you okay?

baylin?

baylin...

come on.

oh,no.

oh,no...

are you insane?

ow!

i thought i was being attacked.

i was trying to save your life.

remind me to never do that again.

i would apologize,

but i was completely justified in my instinctual reaction.

okay,i know news travels fast,

but there is no way you heard about that bomb already.

bomb?

long story, but we're fine.

i'm not calling about a bomb.

i'm calling about a body.

body? what body?

landry's. it was just found in lincoln park.

what,he's dead?

yeah,and now... what's this bomb?

his office, or what used to be his office.

how did he die?

he was murdered. i made some calls,

but the feds slapped a gag order

on the investigation.

keep digging. i got to go.

you're welcome.

wait,wait,wait,wait.

keep going,move safely,please.

out to the parking lot,please.

you're safe,you're fine.

what are you doing?

checking the entry book.

for what?

for my father, or dr. martin landry.

i know nothing's making sense today.

dr. martin landry.

he did work here.

he came in half an hour ago.

that's pretty fancy footwork for a dead guy.

come on, let's get out of here.

i don't want to explain

why i'm at a federal crime scene with an alien

looking for my dead father,

which means

we're going to need zarkov's help with that.

come on.

hack into a government facility

and erase your section of the security camera footage?

yeah,sure,no problem, piece of cake.

thanks,bye.

hello?

hey,i was kidding.

hey...

to what do i owe the pleasure?

i was just passing by.

i thought i'd bring you a treat.

double latte,no foam,

triple shot of vanilla.

that's why you're the detective.

delicious. thanks.

now,give.

you want something. what is it?

i can't just do something nice

for someone i love?

i'm the detective,remember?

okay,you got me.

it's about that murder in d.c.

you'll have to be more specific.

this is d.c. we're talking about.

today. scientist by the name of landry?

the locals have really clammed up

after the feds' gag order.

well,what do you expect from me?

oh,no.

they trace a press leak back here,and i'm screwed.

i understand,

and i promise i would never use any specific details.

i just need some broad strokes for background.

it's for my piece

on the capitol's rising crime rate.

i don't know,hon...

you're right,

you're right.

i'm out of line.

i would never want you to do anything

that would get you in any kind of trouble.

believe me, it's not that important.

it's completely unfair and totally manipulative of me.

i'm sorry.

in fact,let's just forget i brought the whole thing up.

damn,you're good.

come on.

we got your message, so we came here first.

landry's report.

the medical examiner hasn't signed off

on the cause of death yet, but he did notice...

"a singular set of orbital scars in the left upper sphenoid

and lower occipital area of the skull."

a bunch of other e.r.-speak

that translates into one freaky bottom line.

which is?

landry's brain had turned to jelly.

what,you know what killed him?

the mindtap.

ming uses it for interrogation,

to extract information.

a literal brain-drain?

depending on the person, some are weaker than others,

but if taken to the extreme, it can kill.

no,there's no way.

there's no way my father's a murderer.

i never said that he was,

but he did return to earth today,

from another planet,

and when he got back, he didn't go home.

he didn't try to contact any family.

instead,he stole a car and drove to washington,

a city where, an hour later,

a fellow scientist is found dead

and his lab blown up.

i'm sorry,but,flash,

even a blind man could connect those dots.

okay,it's official, i'm an enemy of the state.

what does that mean?

means he just erased the security camera footage.

either that, or i just launched

20 titan missiles at rhode island.

let's go with the first thought,shall we?

this... is our dead d.c. scientist.

whoa... whoa,whoa,whoa.

uh...

i think i know that face.

thought you said you didn't know dr. landry.

no,i said that i'd never seen him before,

but i,uh, think i might be wrong.

come on.

what a strange little man.

yes.

uh-huh.

your father,the dead landry, and this woman.

dr. mary hiller.

what,you know her? i'd never forget her.

she's the one who had me committed.

i'm sorry,what?

it's a long story.

did you say,"committed?"

yeah,as in,nuts, bonkers,whacko.

and why?

to discredit me.

to keep me quiet.

after dr. gordon disappeared,

i was asking a lot of questions.

people were getting nervous.

what people?

who knows? black ops? cia? nsa?

i know,it sounds paranoid even to me,

and i lived it.

and when were you planning on

telling us this,hmm?

well,three years of enforced r & r

isn't exactly something you put onto a t-shirt.

do you know where dr. hiller is?

she moved to a private lab three years ago,

a larger facility,

15 miles outside of town.

married six years, husband's a litigator,

one son by a previous marriage,

looks lovely in red,

not that i'm stalking her or anything.

15 miles.

that puts her about 20 minutes away.

17 and a half,actually.

stalking her.not that you're not that i'm stalking her.

and you think she's in danger?

her odds suck.

two of the three people in this photo

are either dead or missing.

uh,wait,um...

maybe we should call the police.

and tell them what?

that my dead father just came back to earth

and is going to suck out dr. hiller's brain?

right,no cops.

afternoon,dr. hiller.

new car?

just picked it up.

thank you... bulldog.

oh,my god...

????

remember,let me do all the talking.

i will assess the situation

and act accordingly.

that's what i'm afraid of.

you folks lost?

uh,no,we're here for dr. hiller.

well,this is a secure facility.

no clearance, no entry.

what if i told you

i believe dr. hiller may be in danger?

son,are you threatening a federal employee?

no. no,no,sir.

no,we're just here to help,sir.

how about you, little lady?

you got any i.d.?

i let you do all the talking.

dr. hiller?

there are two of them.

why didn't you tell me about this morphing thing?

i did not know.

apparently,ming has a new amusement.

real funny!

if it can mimic the organic structure

and appearance of--

that means nobody are who they look like!

not even--

gun!

dad...

my god, he looked so real.

all these years,i've been hoping to see him again,

i just didn't figure it would be

while he was shooting at me.

we were in time to save her life,

but not her mind.

poor woman.

what could ming want with her?

some of these gadgets look like the same stuff

in zarkov's lab.

i wonder if these scientists

are working on the same experiments.

like your father?

yeah,but nobody's been able to duplicate what dad did,

even 13 years later,

and he was the only one to discover the rifts.

even that was by accident.

so ming mindtaps them, steals their knowledge,

and destroys their laboratories.

to corner the market.

that must be it. he wants a monopoly.

total control over rift technology.

then it appears he has succeeded.

no,not yet.

there's still one wild card left.

oh,my god.

what's happening? what does it mean?

it means get the hell out of there now.

uh,but my lab, my experiments...

they're all i have.

zarkov,your life is in danger.

no,no,my work is my life.

you don't understand.

i lost everything before, everything.

i won't go through that again,i won't.

yeah,i thought you'd say that.

that's why i'm sending dale over to drag your ass out of there.

is the proton gun recharged?

yeah,another half hour should do it,maybe two.

no,no,no,we don't have that kind of time.

get out of there, keep the juice pumping.

we'll pick it up when we get there.

i won't go. i won't.

yeah,try telling that to dale,buddy.

do you think she can do it?

she'll just sweet-talk him.

come on!

you don't have to yank my arm.

oh,yes,i do.

i don't trust you as far as i can throw you.

you know what,

i am seeing a completely different side of you,

and i must say i don't like it,

not one bit.

i'm crushed. now,keep moving.

oh,my frelinghoffer!

no,i can't just leave it behind.

i don't even want to ask. now,get in.

where are we going?

out past stickley lake.

why?

gordon family cabin.

should be far enough away to keep you out of trouble.

you've been silent for a long time.

your father may still be alive.

yeah? like dr. hiller?

if ming used the mindtap on him--

i know ming.

he does not destroy those who prove useful.

he's a psychotic delusional.

you may hate him, as i do,

but you must never underestimate him.

i have seen him turn brother against brother.

i have watched his face

as he ordered the execution

of an entire family,

and seen the bright, boundless joy in his eyes.

but you worked with him,for him.

he used you.

but he did not break me.

no intruder.

great.

grab the proton gun,

and we can get to the cabin.

it is not ready.

fantastic.

this appears to be functioning.

that's odd.

what? what's odd?

zarkov's first edition.

he would never leave it on the floor.

it belongs up here.

oh,hello.

what have i got here?

hmm?

ah...

"ah?" as in,like,

"ah,what a nice sunny day?"

or,"ah,we're all going to die?"

yeah,just checking.

ming uses those to blast in the below-ground mines.

they are very powerful.

and the little light?

in your time, approximately 30 seconds.

we must dispose of this now.

whoa,whoa,you can't just go and throw that out

and blow up the neighborhood,all right?

somebody's going to notice.

then what do you suggest?

i don't know,

is there something else we can do?

there is one way.

oh,okay,whoa,you do know what you're doing,right?

i am about to disrupt the alkaline trigger pattern.

right,right,

that was going to be my next guess.

how?

why do i even ask?

due to the toxins present in the verden environment,

my digestive secretions are extremely acidic.

they should neutralize the alkaline relays.

should?

you may want to stand back.

right,no, i can't just leave you.

no,i can't-- i can't do this.

no,okay,it's... you know what?

no,it's not that i don't want to

get blown up with you, or anything.

nothing personal,okay, but it just...

yeah.

no!

no,no,no,no,no...

you know what?

if you're going to go, i'm going to go,too,okay?

are you going to go?

there. it is dead.

we are safe.

you're an amazing woman.

yes,i am.

we'd better move it.

that bomb means the patriot's one step ahead of us.

your car...

make that two.

oh,no.

come on,dale...

it went straight to voicemail.

it must mean they're out of range,

which means they're already at the cabin.

rv,rv...

predictable zarkov.

i have tried everything but climbing a tree.

no reception.

don't worry, he'll be fine.

you don't know that.

you made it!

we were worried.

????

where's baylin?

i left her at the lab.

and she actually listened?

i know how to control her.

really?

oh,okay.

looks like you really gave yourself a mud bath.

it's just a little dirt.

i hope it didn't scratch your paint job.

it must have been pretty expensive.

actually,you know what, i don't remember.

okay.

easy come,easy go.

why are you suddenly so interested in the--

you know,i feel like a cup of coffee.

i'm just going to go inside and make us some.

hey,flash, your headlights are on.

run!

ah! you're yanking me again!

that's not flash!

no kidding!

ugh!

hurry!

i'm trying.

ah!

try harder.

come on.

he's already here.

this way!

no,this way!

we're running in circles!

no,we're not!

stop.

no further.

i hate to say i told you so.

even the voice. it's amazing.

an exact replica in every way.

i'll be the judge of that.

no doubt some molecular sampling technology.

highly advanced, of course,

but it would need to be calibrated

in exact resonance with--

zarkov! not now.

what's that?

wild guess? the brain sucker?

remain calm,and no one will be hurt.

now,wait a minute.

i'm sure we can work something out here.

you're unnecessary.

baylin...

i wonder how much ming will pay for your head.

you will not live to find out.

this is so weird.

it needs to build a charge.

oh,the hell with this.

use the other one.

uh-oh.

shoot him!

no,no,no, shoot him.

don't move!

dale... what can i say?

it's me.

yeah,well...

whoa!

dale,come on, you know you can't shoot me.

you want to bet?

you love me.

you know you do.

and i love you.

it's going berserk.

his morphing device.

ah!

it's destroyed.

you couldn't have aimed it a little bit higher?

how did you know which one to shoot?

let's just call it a woman's intuition.

all ready to go back to town.

baylin and zarkov?

still combing the woods looking for that mindtap thing.

zarkov's convinced the patriot dropped it in the fight.

well,even if we never find it,

at least ming didn't find the portage research.

hey...

thank you.

for everything.

what are friends for?

you okay?

yeah.

my dad loved coming out here.

the sky,the trees,

the whole thing.

it's like he could walk through that door at any second.

it's crazy,huh?

no,it's hope.

it's the only thing that keeps us going.

well,it looks like

you're going to make that dinner with joe.

he's a good guy.

takes one to know one.

i'm going to go look for the odd couple,

and we can get out of here.

there has been an... unfortunate development.

the rift has closed,

and still the patriot has not returned.

so,even your science deserts you.

i believe the organic cloaker still has possibilities.

perhaps with some future refinements,we can--

send a retrieval probe.

if we can't salvage the man, perhaps we can rescue the data.

as you wish.

by the way,

the patriot who failed me,

did he have a family?

reduce their water rations by half.

the mindtap is here somewhere.

you stubborn little monkey man.

it's just got to be in here somewhere.

no doubt it was vaporized by the ip.

she's right.

it's going to be dark soon.

we can come back tomorrow and look for it.

just remember.

if we can't find it, neither can ming.

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