All language subtitles for S1E6 - Enter the Hunter

[Sir Ram] Oh, I agree
wholeheartedly, my lord.

However, I do find his activity
somewhat disquieting.

As do I.

Still, we cannot act in haste.

Oh, no, your lordship.

However, whether he be bestial
or some sort of enhanced human,

the fact remains
that his popularity
among the humans grows daily.

In time, a very short time,

he could become
a rallying figure
for the human rebellion,

and if we wait until then
to curtail his activities,

we risk creating a martyr.

You make an excellent case,
Sir Ram.

Very well.

You will see to it
that Spider-Man
is no longer a threat.

Oh, yes, sire.

I shall, indeed.

Now, boys, you should know
smuggling this stuff

-is bad for the economy.
-[grunting]

OK, you made your point.

Let's see, we got smuggling,
selling stolen goods,

destruction
of public property... Hey!

You'll put an eye out
with those things.

The building security cameras
recorded this incident.

It is an excellent record
of Spider-Man's skills.

He seemed to sense the weapons,

as if he knew just when
they were about to fire,

and his agility
and sense of balance

are indeed remarkable.

He is a formidable opponent,
I assure you.

Of course he is, Knight,

or else you wouldn't be here.

It's obvious you lack the skill

to bring him down yourself.

Of all the impudent--

Watch your tongue, Knight,

or you might lose it.

My apologies, Hunter.

I-I meant no offense.

None taken.

Glued to a porcupine,
while an octopus and a monkey
try to use me for a wishbone.

Boy, if I had a nickel
for every time that's happened.

Of course, the charging rhino's
a new twist.

[monkey screams]

Oh, that's got to hurt.

Aah!

Let's see. How do you stop
a rhino from charging?

[rhino grunts]

On second thought,
maybe it would have been kinder

to take away your credit cards.

Very well, Knight.
This Spider-Man seems
like a fitting challenge.

You can tell your master
that his arachnid troubles
are over,

And you can tell Spider-Man
that his days are numbered.

[theme song playing]

[people clamoring]

One vegetable yaki soba,
as usual, Doc.

What about your boyfriend?

Peter's not my boyfriend.
He's my tenant.

Our relationship's
purely business.

Hai, hai, whateveryou say, Doc,

but a beautiful evening,
a cute couple,
what's a guy to think?

Speaking of business,
I'll have, uh, tonkatsu-don,
soba noodles, and tea.

Coming up.

So, you said there was something

we needed to talk about
without Shane around.

Yes. It's about Shane's father.

He's heard you're living
in our extra room, and...

-And...
-And he's a jealous man, Peter.

Possessive.
He's started calling.

-Is he threatening you?
-No, no, it's not like that.
It's just, uh,

I don't know, Peter.
I just thought I should
be straight with you.

[woman] We were so happy
at first, young and in love.

Hector was an engineer
with one of the few
human-owned companies left.

Then the company folded,

and everything changed.

Hector spent most of his days
locked in his workshop.

He wouldn't let anybody see
what he was working on.

Eventually, he fell in
with the human revolution.

The more time
he spent with them,

the more withdrawn he seemed.

Then, one morning, he was gone.

He wouldn't say
where he was going or why,

only that he was
doing it for us.

I haven't seen Hector in months.

I don't think he'd ever
really harm you,

but he sounded so jealous
over the phone

and so strange.

Maybe he's not the man
I once knew.

Hey, don't worry about me.

I've been threatened by experts.

Annoying people is part
of being a news photographer.

So is knowing
how to take care of myself.

That might mean finding
somewhere else to live.

So, when do I get
the eviction notice?

No, that's not what I meant.

Shane worships you,

and I'm really quite fond
of your rent checks.

Naoko, you say
the nicest things.

I'll stay put for now,
but if there's any risk

of you or Shane coming
to harm because of it,

I'm gone like yesterday's udon.

[woman] We want our rights
like everybody else!

[man] Bestials, out of here!

-We should leave.
This could turn ugly.
-No. I'm a doctor, remember?

I might be needed.
Of course, there's no reason
for you to stay.

Sure there is. Once I get my
camera, this might turn into
saleable news.

Are you always so mercenary?

Got to keep
those rent checks coming.

[beeping]

-[man 1] Get out of here!
-[man 2] Get 'em outta here!

-[man 3] Go home!
-[man 4] Go home, bestials!

All right, folks.
Let's break it up.

Tell them, not us.

Who asked you to interfere,
wannabe man?

What, haven't you heard?
Interfering is what I do best.

You will attack Spider-Man.

Then, what do you care about?

What do you stand for,
spider-punk?

Listen to me, maybe this society
does need to change,

but this isn't the way to do it.

Violence doesn't solve anything.

-[grunts]
-Incoming.

Oh, really? Well, why don't we
just find out?

[roars]

[groans]

-[growling]
-[grunting]

Something's not right here.
These guys are totally berserk.

[all groaning]

[people shouting]

-[man 1] Come on!
-[man 2] Oh, yeah!

[man 3] Come on, faster!

[man 4] Move! Move!

[yelling]

[all groaning]

[trumpeting]

[grunts]

Doc, incoming!

[all groaning]

[all] Aah!

What the...

is this a private fight
or can anyone mix in?

Hey, it's your city, too.

Surprised to see you
in the open like this, though.

A nice summer night,
big harvest moon,

a girl just can't help
feeling romantic.

If this is you romantic,
I'd hate to see you mad.

Yeah, well, humans getting
beat up on,

that tends to annoy me.

I hate to see anyone
get beat up on, especially me.

[men grunting]

I...

I doubt this was
strictly a social call.

Otherwise, you wouldn't
be taking the chance

of your tag chip attracting

every machine man in town.

I'm testing a new nullifier.

Seems like it works,
for the moment.

Anyway, word on the street
is that someone's put a price
on your head.

We need to talk.

All right.
The usual place, then.

Hey, what's up, Doc? You OK?

I'm fine, but I could use
some more bandages
and antiseptic.

You got it.
I'll make a run to the clinic.

Very interesting, indeed.

Spider-Man is rather chummy
with the good doctor.

But, more to the point,
he has a comrade,

someone he'll fight with
instead of just for,

and the good guys never leave
a comrade in danger.

[sinister laughter]

[Spider-Man] Oh, yeah.
That guy should be easy to spot
in a crowd.

Trust me, this is
the best image there is.

This guy is about
as photogenic as bigfoot.

He's called the Hunter.

Don't know where he's from,
don't know his real name.

What we do know
is that he's bad news,
and he's gunning for you.

[Spider-Man] Whoa,
some bachelor pad.

He's one of the few humans
who's allowed to live topside.

Works for whoever
can afford him,

even the high evolutionary
once or twice.

He's inhumanly strong,
and so fast it's amazing.

Nothing wrong
with being amazing.

There's a lot wrong
with this guy.

He doesn't do it for the money.

He hunts people
because he enjoys it.

He's one sick puppy, all right.

So why is he after me
all of a sudden?

You've been pretty
high profile lately.

Lot of pictures in the papers.

Either somebody topside

wants you out of the way
permanently, or...

Or what?

Or he just wants to hunt you

for the fun of it.

Look, just be careful out there.

The man's a menace.

Oh, I'll keep
my eyes open. Promise.

All peace and quiet.

For the moment.

This is crazy. I can't
just cruise around town
waiting to get shot at.

Uhh! Then again, maybe I can.

Fléchette. [sniffing] Drugged...

Or poisoned.

Aah!

Uhh!

Ohh!

Web swinging is my trademark.

I should sue!

A wise hunter
turns his prey's tricks

to his own advantage.

Oh, a wise guy, huh?

-Uhh! Aah!
-Looks like I've caught
a spider in my web.

An adhesive derived
from the horn
of the mountain ibex.

My own formula. Very effective.

Wow, you're a regular
Martha Stewart of the jungle.

Spider-Man, I must say,
you disappoint me.

I'd expected a much more
rewarding hunt.

Apparently, you're not all
you're cracked up to be.

I almost want to let you go,
but that wouldn't be
good for business.

Aren't you even going to tell me
who your client is?

You insult me, Spider-Man.

I am a professional.
I would never violate
assassin-client privilege.

Yeah? Well,
here's a professional tip.

A trap is only as strong...

uhh, as the structure
it's built on!

Point taken.

Not bad, Hunter.

You're almost a match for me.

Almost a match, indeed.

I am only slightly superior.

But I've still got you beat
on looks and good grooming.

Surprised?

I've analyzed your webbing
and created a chemical block.

This guy is not
going to be easy to beat,

if I can beat him at all.

[grunting]

Aah!

You can't leave now.
I'm just getting warmed up.

Time to back off,
do a little strategizing.

[Hunter] Running a little hot
after our exertion, are we?

Great! He must
be using infrared.

Basement level--
household linens, kitchenware,

superheroes in need
of breathing space.

There are too many people.

My pheromone tracer
will keep tabs on you,
Spider-Man.

Until tonight, my prey.

[sinister laughter]

Base, I don't see
a blessed thing out here.

Are you sure this is
the drop point?

-[man] Affirmative.
That's the place.
-Well...

This is ridiculous.
I can't cruise around all night
with some maniac on my tail.

Maybe Karen's found out
who put the price on my head.

And I hope it's a decent price.
I'd hate to be a bargain.

-Karen's missing.
-What? How?

We got a solid tip
on a prisoner transfer.

She went to make the exchange,
and we lost contact.

We sent out a recon team,
but this is all they found.

Watch your step, Hunter,

'cause this prey
just became the predator.

Didn't it occur to this guy
that an international
man of mystery

shouldn't have
such a high-profile pad?

Unless, of course,
said swinging pad

is chock-full of booby traps.

Come on in, Spider-Man.

Take off your mask and relax.

Peter Parker?

What's he got to do with this?

Oh, I don't know what your
real name is, Spider-Man,

and I don't much care,

but I do like to see
a man's face

before I destroy him.

Oh, and here's another face
you might recognize.

Now wherever can she be?

Let's see if you can find her

before I find you.

[sinister laughter]

Great. Give a guy
one holographic projector

and he thinks he's Mysterio.

Nifty home improvements--
I bet he watches
"this old slaughterhouse."

Tricks and traps.
I'm disappointed, Hunter.

I thought you were
the mano a mano type.

[Hunter] All in good time,
arachnid.

This is just an appetizer.

I think I'll skip
the main course

and go straight for dessert.

-Spider-Man?
-Ah, the recognition I crave
from my public.

Get me out of here.

We're safe here
for a few minutes.

Something tells me
the hunter's not exactly

cooking up Irish stew in here.

What's with all the flowers
and stuff?

Plant extracts.
That's the hunter's secret.
Let's see...

Bingo. Merithisone.

-Meri-who?
-Merithisone.

It's an endocrine adaptogenic.

It can be used to mimic
various feral, steroidal,
and hormonal responses.

Like the speed and strength
of animals.

Exactly. It also
screws up your liver,

poisons your bone marrow,
and cuts your life span in half.

[Hunter] A small price to pay
to be the best, don't you think?

Come on, Spider-Man,
let's finish this.

Hunter, are you insane?
This stuff is poison.

Some choose to live life
like a slowly burning candle.

Not me.

My life is a skyrocket,

brief but blindingly brilliant.

Of course, my life won't be
nearly so brief as yours.

[grunting]

[scoffs] Don't be bashful,
wall crawler.

Come on, Hunter. I thought you
wanted to finish this.

-You?
-Uh, say cheese.

But you're...
What are you doing here?

I-I just wanted
to get some photos,

you know, for the paper?

Hey, big man,

What, you can't catch me,

so you got to beat up
punk photographers now?

[roars]

Oh, they thought I was crazy,

building a remote-controlled
spidey suit,

but who's laughing now, huh?

That takes care
of Peter Parker's problem.

Now for Spider-Man's.

[grunts]

What are you?

I'll just keep that
my little secret, thank you,

but as far
as you're concerned...

No.

...I'm your worst nightmare.

Now you listen to me
and you listen good.

I know who you are,
I know what you are,

and I know where you live.

If you ever lay a hand

on me or my friends again...

[Spider-Man grunts]

...I'll come down on you
like a ton of bricks.

[Karen] Spider-man!
We better get going.

Where the heck
did that speech come from?

I saw it in a movie once.
You think it worked?

[Karen] For a little while,
anyway.

Good, 'cause I think
I broke my hand.

[Spider-Man winces]

[Karen chuckles]

[theme music playing]