All language subtitles for S1E2 - Worlds Apart (Part 2)

Sorry, web-head,
but this flight's booked.

Nothing is going to stop us
from reaching Counter-Earth.

[Spider-Man] John Jameson's
alone in his spaceship

with two of the meanest psychos
this side of Vlad the Impaler.

I am on Counter-Earth.
The situation is desperate.

[Spider-Man] I guess it's time
for the world to get acquainted

with the all-new,
all-improved Spider-Man,

headed for Counter-Earth
to find John Jameson.

I'm getting
the distinct impression

that these beast people are
the ones running this planet.

Proceed, Sir Ram.

Science demands we learn more
of this creature

who seems neither man,
beast, nor bestial.

Listen, Mr. Evolutionary...

Can I call you "High" for short?

Couldn't I just tell you
about myself

over tea and crumpets?

My treat. [grunts]

You are most perceptive,
Spider-Man.

I am not native to this world.

Like yourself,
I came here on a quest.

I sought Utopia,

an unspoiled paradise,

free of the petty squabbles
that have plagued my existence.

But instead
of the new Eden I sought,

I found only the same diseases

I had tried to escape.

Greed, selfishness,
violence, hatred.

Human diseases.

At last I came
to a fateful realization.

To have my paradise,

I would have to build it myself.

It has taken decades,
countless experiments,

countless failures, but at last,

my perfect society
nears completion.

Look upon my works, Spider-Man.

Great cities,
spires of glorious technology

rising into the sky,

populated by these noblest
of creatures,

my bestials,

my New Men.

Stronger, faster,

free of the weaknesses
of the primitive human mind.

Every brick, every circuit,

every cell exists here
by the grace of my hand,

Except, of course,
for you, Spider-Man.

You are an unknown,

an uncontrolled variable

introduced into my grand
experiment,

and that is something
I simply cannot allow.

Continue, Sir Ram.

At once, sire.

Look upon it
as a favor, Spider-Man.

Through your endurance,
I grant you the chance

to prove your nobility
and courage.

Our foe's actions
have been consistently noble

and courageous.

Would it were possible
to say the same of our own?

[Spider-Man thinking]
These guys are nuts.

If I don't do something,

I'm going to wind up
spider cutlets.

Yah!

Argh!

Sorry, gang,
the name's not Guinea Pig-Man.

it's Spider-Man.

[High Evolutionary]
Stop him, my knights.

He must not escape alive!

-You must be Spider-Man.
-Yeah!

We were sent here to rescue you.

Yeah? Well, now would be
a good time for it.

Don't give us any grief,
old son.

We're risking our necks here.

A little gratitude
might be nice.

Looks like it's time
for plan B, guys.

You do have a plan B, right?

No worries.

This ought to take the wind
out of their sails.

[grunts]

It's Bromley. Take cover.

I suggest we leave...

-right fast.
-[aircraft approaching]

I said a mild explosion,
Bromley.

Is that what you call
a mild explosion?

Well, compared
to what else I'd do.

And I said leave plenty
of time to get away.

Corin, love,
we had 8.7 seconds to spare.

You're losing your sense
of drama, darling.

Uh, excuse me.
I hate to intrude, but...

can this thing go any faster?

[theme music playing]

Put this thing on the deck.

The sooner we get back
to the basement,

the sooner we can lose them.

Aah!

Nice shot.

Now when can I meet the wizard
and go back to Kansas?

You've met him,

Mr. High and Mighty
Evolutionary.

He's the one responsible
for all this.

Fifty years ago,
he created the bestials

and turned the humans
into the dregs of society.

-No one knows why.
-[blasters firing]

And those refugees
from a toy store?

Where do they come in?

The Knights are his elite team.

They deal with only
the most dangerous

and important threats.

Don't you feel honored?

Excuse me. Nasty-looking robot
off the port bow.

I thought the Knights were
the High Evolutionary's
enforcers.

What's with the robot guys?

The machine men
are the Knights' enforcers.

[Spider-Man] I had to ask.

Look out.

Lady Vermin, continue pursuit.

Aye, m'lord.

Whoo-wee!

I'll never sneer
at the Coney Island
roller coaster again.

You had some nice moves
back there, Spider-Man,

for a guy
who dresses like a bug.

Ouch.

Usually women don't
criticize my fashion sense

until at least the third date.

Well, whatever else it might do,

let's hope
your outfit doesn't stain.

Just once,
why can't I meet a woman

who lives in a penthouse?

Lord Tyger,

the High Evolutionary's plan
is working.

The human fools
are leading me directly

to their secret headquarters.

Soon we'll have them all.

So, just where are we going?

The headquarters
of the human revolution.

There's someone there
who wants to meet you.

Human revolution?

I thought I came
through a space warp

to get here, but it's beginning

to feel more like
a looking glass.

Uh, now what?

[Corin] We're being scanned.

I've found the entrance.

Most excellent, Lady Vermin.

We will join you in--

Stand down, Lord Tyger.

Lady Vermin,
continue your reconnaissance.

But, Your Excellency--

Your presence
is no longer needed,

good Sir Knight.

I am sending in a team
of specialists

to deal with this
so-called Spider-Man.

So this is
your secret headquarters.

Hmm, how come everybody's got
a secret headquarters but me?

Nice, very nice.

Well, it could use
some track lighting,

some plants,
maybe a throw rug or two.

Few people not part
of our inner circle

have seen this place and lived.

[man] Which is why you'd better
be able to prove

you're the real Spider-Man...

right now.

Jameson?

What do you suppose that is?

Yeah, I'll bet my designer jeans

it's humans smuggling
wetwear and chips.

Let's check it out.

[yells]

Maybe we ought to call
the Machine Men to handle this.

[both screaming]

Hey, s-s-stay back.

You can't leave now...

not without your door prize.

[both screaming]

See? It's not so bad.

No more fear or pain,

just a desire to do

what the Synoptic
tells you to do.

Well, that was fun,

but it was over too soon.

Oh, I can't wait
till we spread more spores

and unleash the power
of the Synoptic!

Relax. We've got a job
to do, remember?

The High Evolutionary wants us

to capture Spider-Man!

[scoffs]

Why waste time on Spider-Man?

He's probably just a cheap
Counter-Earth knockoff.

Maybe, but if he's
the real McCoy,

Spider-man's the only threat
to our plans.

Once we nail him, we're free

to help Counter-Earth
join the Synoptic.

And the High Evolutionary
won't suspect a thing

until it's too late.

[cackles]

Dr. Jameson, I presume?

The question
isn't whether or not

I'm John Jameson.

It's whether or not
you're Spider-Man.

If you are,

you'll be able to dodge this.

I don't believe this.

I risk my neck
to come all the way

from our earth
to this carbon copy

to save your butt,

and now I have
to prove I'm Spider-Man?

Well, you certainly move
like the real Spider-Man,

but that new costume,
I had to be sure.

You're as bad as that
pigheaded father of yours.

OK, speaking of dad,
who's the punk photographer

that always gets
those great pictures of you

for The Daily Bugle?

Uh, Peter Parker.

Welcome, Spider-Man.

I hope you understand.
I had to be sure.

Well, at least you didn't try
to drill for DNA

like those Wundagore guys.

The High Evolutionary's
enforcers!

Aah!

You led them here.

It's the only explanation.

Don't be ridiculous.
You led me here.

Not that it matters
a whole lot now.

[growls]

Aah!

Hey, didn't anyone
ever tell you it's impolite

to drop in unannounced?

Do not presume to lecture

a Knight of Wundagore
on etiquette, sirrah.

[muffled moans]

Yuck.

I've been kissed by a rat lady.

[chuckles] In truth,

I was ever one to give my heart

to a man who can stick to walls.

[grunts]

[grunting, growling]

We can sense it.

You are the real Spider-Man.

We've missed you.

We want you back

as part of us.

[gasps, grunts]

Hyah!

No!

[roaring]

[laughing]

[Bromley] Hungry, mate?

[roars]

[Carnage] John Jameson.

Adding you to the Synoptic

will really make my day.

[laughing]

[Spider-Man grunting]

Yield, Spider-Man.

Yield to the Synoptic.

You and I will merge

and be one, as it always
should have been!

Thanks, but no.

and now here's a brand-new sound

for you and your partner
in slime.

Sonics on!

-[high-pitched electronic whine]
-[screaming]

Aah!

Uh, ha, ha.

Ohh, ohh.

Aah!

Sonics off.

Let's get them locked up. Hurry.

We don't know how long
they'll be unconscious.

Thanks for your help.

We couldn't have
done it without you.

It's amazing.

We've never beaten
the High Evolutionary's forces

that easily before.

You think that was easy?

I assume I don't have
to point out

that if I'd led Venom
and Carnage here,

I'd scarcely be the one
who'd drive them away.

That's true,
and they didn't have time

to tag you before we arrived.

Tag me?

We've got more important things
to worry about now.

-What's the plan?
-We get rid of them.

Whoa, John-boy,

Aren't we overreacting
just a teensy bit here?

-You can't just kill them.
-Watch me.

They're innocents.

The Symbiotes were using them.

They're bestials.
That's reason enough.

[Bromley] He's right, mate.

The things
what they've done to us humans.

That's not the issue.

If you cold-bloodedly kill them,

you're no better
than you claim they are.

They know our location.

If we let them go,
this base will be compromised.

It's already compromised, John.

Lady Vermin escaped, remember?

Carnage and Venom got away, too.

Unless you think
they can keep a secret,

it's time to clear out
of here, anyway.

OK, Spider-Man, you win.

We'll just hold them here
until we can move our gear.

Are you blooming crazy?

We can't let them just go.

We can and we will.

Spider-Man's right.

I won't shed blood needlessly,

even if it is bestial blood.

-Then I'll do it!
-No.

It's time we moved on, anyway.

I think you guys might want
to keep an eye on old Bromley.

Just a hunch, but when you got
someone wound that tight

who wears a coat full
of explosives...

If you knew
what the High Evolutionary

had done to his family,
you'd understand,

and maybe even condone it.

[Spider-Man thinking]
Maybe coming here
wasn't such a good idea

after all, M.J.

[Spider-Man] What do you mean
you won't come back
to earth with me?

I came here to rescue you.

I appreciate the gesture,
web-slinger,

but I've got a job to do here.

I'm not going back
until the humans here are free

of the High Evolutionary's
oppression.

You sound like a textbook
on Trotsky.

I'm sorry you think so.
Anyway, it's a moot point,

because when I landed here,

the Knights
confiscated Solaris I .

I barely managed to escape

and hook up
with the underground.

And since you tell me
that Solaris II was wrecked...

I get the picture.

What's our status?

The last of our people
have gotten out safely.

When we find a new headquarters,
we'll contact them.

This has been a bad setback,

but if you'll
join us, Spider-Man,

it won't have been in vain.

You're probably the only
untagged human in the city.

You could be
a great help to us if--

Untagged.
You mentioned that last night.

What does it mean? Do I have
to get shots or anything?

Every human is tagged

with a subdural chip that allows

the High Evolutionary's
flunkies to keep track of them.

Even we have them,

although we use
jamming devices that work...

most of the time.

[Corin] But they didn't
tag you, Spider-Man.

You could be the pivotal piece
in this war.

Will you help us?

Hey, I came here
to rescue John-boy,

not to storm
some Counter-Earth Bastille.

It's not my planet.

You know, maybe dad was right.

Maybe you are nothing
but a coward

hiding behind a dimestore mask.

A coward?

You have the nerve
to call me that

after what
we've just been through?

I think you might want
to reconsider.

I thought you might feel
this way, Spider-Man.

Here, these will help you get
a better look at our world.

After you do, I'm pretty sure
you'll be throwing in with us.

Thanks.

Good luck.
And don't forget to call.

There's a contact number
sewn into the jacket's hem.

You're going to realize
I'm right, web-head.

-Keep in touch.
-You know it, fly-boy.

Can't go home without you.

[boy 1] Hey, you're out.
It's my turn.

[boy 2] No, let me have
one more.

-Oh, come on.
-[boy 1] All right.

Danger, danger.

Enemy sighted.

No! Stay away from me!

Target acquired.

[yells]

No! Shane!

Danger.

Must eliminate target.

Eliminate.

-Eliminate--
-Aah!

[voice warbling] Eliminate.

[woman] Thank you
for saving my son's life.

[gasps] Your hands.

Eh, I'm a doctor. Come in.
Let me treat those burns.

[smoke hissing]

OK, you'll need
to leave these bandages on

for at least a week.

Thanks. It won't take that long.

I'm a fast healer.

Well, if there's anything else
I can do for you, just ask.

Name's Naoko,
Naoko Yamata Jones.

And this is Shane.

Well, I could use
a place to stay,

just until I kind of get back
on my feet again.

This place belongs to my mom.
We've got a room for rent.

Can he have it, mom? Please.

[chuckles] Just my luck.

My kid gets saved
by a transient.

It's not much, but it's clean,
and it's free...

Uh, for two weeks.
If you don't have a job
by then, well...

Got it.

Someday, somehow,
I'll get back to you, M.J.

That's a promise.

[theme music playing]