Original subtitles

Michelangelo: Donnie's always telling me how great science is,

how awesome technology can be.

And, granted, some of it's pretty good.

Like video games and microwave popcorn.

That's very cool.

But I've also seen a lot of old horror movies.

You know the kind.

Where some completely whacked-out mad scientist

decides to play god?

Crazos, like Agent Bishop here.

They take the potential of science

and they twist it and contort it

and push it way too far,

and innocent people always wind up getting hurt.

( groaning )

♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪

♪ Turtles, count it off! ♪

♪ One, two, three, four! ♪

- ♪ Turtles! ♪ - ♪ Mutant chain reaction ♪

- ♪ Turtles! ♪ - ♪ Livin' underground ♪

- ♪ Turtles! ♪ - ♪ Ninjutsu action ♪

- ♪ Turtles! ♪ - ♪ It's a shell of a town ♪

♪ Turtles, count it off! ♪

- ♪ One! ♪ - ♪ Live by the code of the martial arts ♪

- ♪ Two! ♪ - ♪ Never fight unless someone else starts ♪

- ♪ Three! ♪ - ♪ Always stick together no matter what ♪

- ♪ Four! ♪ - ♪ If all else fails, then it's time to kick butt ♪

- ♪ I love bein' ♪ - ♪ I love bein' ♪

♪ I love bein' a turtle ♪

♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪

♪ Turtles, count it off! ♪

♪ One, two, three, four! ♪

- ♪ Turtles! ♪ - ♪ There's no one better ♪

- ♪ Turtles! ♪ - ♪ Watch out for Shredder ♪

- ♪ Turtles! ♪ - ♪ They're like no others ♪

- ♪ Turtles! ♪ - ♪ Those teenage brothers ♪

♪ One, two, three, four! One, two, three, four! ♪

♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪

( echoing ) ♪ Turtles, Turtles ♪

( thunder cracking )

( all whirring )

Master Splinter: We have faced many adversaries.

We have fought many battles and we have been victorious.

But do we know why?

Because shell, we're good.

Uh, sorry, Sensei.

( clears throat )

We have survived these many trials and tests

by following the path of ninjutsu

and by finding and using...?

Our inner strength?

Yes, Leonardo.

Only by focusing on our inner strength

can we overcome our enemies.

Hmm?

Michelangelo, where is your focus?

Um, right over there, Sensei, in the pool.

What the shell are those things?

Man 1 ( over radio ): Ground Force to Night Sky,

the packages have been delivered.

Man 2 ( over radio ): Roger, Ground Force. Stand by.

Proceed.

( mice squealing )

( high-pitched tone )

What is that noise? I can't think!

It has to stop! Someone make it stop!

( squealing )

( all groaning )

Master Splinter. Don, what's the matter with him?

It's these.

( groans ) The sound, I cannot block it out.

( groans )

We need to get him out of here, now!

( high-pitched tone continues )

Man, I'm hearing it up here too.

There seems to be some kind

of sonic disruption throughout the entire city.

And though it doesn't appear to bother humans,

it's clearly targeted to other species.

Like rats.

Beginning sweep for mobile mutated genetic signatures.

Right there, sir, looks like our target.

Intercept them.

MAN ( over radio ): Night Sky to Ground Force,

Operation Mousetrap is go.

I repeat, Mousetrap is go.

- What the shell? Whoa! - ( gunfire )

We got missiles incoming!

( all gasp )

What are those things?

I don't know!

( coughing )

Target acquired, sir.

What about the Turtles?

Neutralized, sir. Your orders?

No survivors.

♪ One, two, three, four! ♪

♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪

♪ One, two, three, four! ♪

♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪

You heard the man. Let's finish this.

( guns cocking )

( growling )

( men screaming )

( all groaning )

Master Splinter!

They abducted him. I am sorry.

I couldn't stop them. Luckily, the gas was non-lethal.

Which means whoever abducted your sensei wanted him alive.

( all gasping )

Whoa. New threads, Professor Honeycutt?

Yes. Though segments of my memory were purged,

we recovered blueprints for my former SAL1000 robot body.

Although using Earth technology

makes it seem rather homemade.

I hope Master Splinter's all right.

Well, at least we know who took him.

Those were Bishop's flunky commandos.

Now all we have to do is find them.

But how?

Wait a minute.

We still have Bishop's subway car, at least half of it.

Let's take this thing apart and find some answers.

I can't seem to hack into this system.

A lot of this seems to be Federation and Triceraton tech.

As well as other alien technology

that I am unable to classify.

Your Agent Bishop certainly gets around for an Earthling.

Wait. There.

An automatic recall layered into the train car sub-circuitry.

Hmm. If we reactivate it...

The recall signal should be triggered.

And if we were onboard,

it'll take us right to Bishop's location.

( water dripping )

( grunting )

Bishop: Good. You're awake, Master Splinter.

Bishop.

Welcome...

Your unique genetic makeup has been very useful to me, indeed.

In fact, the mutated DNA I'm extracting from you, even as we speak,

will help save all humanity.

But you look confused.

Well, allow me to explain.

I work for the Earth Protection Force,

a secret government organization assembled to face a mounting crisis.

A crisis dating back to 1870 when President Grant created the EPF

after the first extraterrestrials crashed here on Earth.

Extraterrestrials-- a crisis that continues to this day

as we've seen with the recent invasion of the savage Triceratons.

I guarantee you, similar invasions will follow,

and someone has to be there to stop them.

That is the purpose of the EPF, my purpose,

to create a new humanity, a new superior race,

born of enhanced DNA.

DNA acquired from genetic manipulation,

alien autopsies, and even stolen from your sons.

But it was your mutated rat DNA, being so near the human,

that has allowed me to finally complete the process.

And for that, I thank you.

Yes.

Yes! It lives!

The new evolution of humankind!

The Slayer!

♪ One, two, three, four! ♪

♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪

♪ One, two, three, four! ♪

♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪

Okay, next stop, Bishop central!

Not only are these future members of the Earth Protection Force,

but they are the new humanity.

These clones are awaiting final DNA sequencing.

By cellular acceleration,

I can give birth to an army within six hours, fully trained,

thanks to my advances in bio-data transference,

and your DNA.

I've uploaded complex survival tactics into this prototype.

What will you do with them?

Mainstream them into the population, of course.

We have aliens out there, right now, living amongst us.

My Slayers will ferret them all out.

What if innocent people get ferreted out instead?

What if errors are made?

Not my concern.

I'm a bigger picture kind of guy.

Besides, my calculations suggest that it would be beneficial

if 57% of the Earth's population simply disappeared.

Just think, my little lab rat,

your DNA will make it all possible.

You're lucky you're such a unique organic specimen.

You shall be preserved.

( bubbling )

Sir, the recall signal for car 813

has been activated. It's on its way in.

Hmm. That train should've been destroyed.

Prepare a suitable reception, just in case it's occupied.

Man ( over P.A. ): Security to shuttle bay, this is not a drill.

I repeat, this is not a drill!

( growling )

( gunfire )

Leatherhead!

( grunting )

Hurry!

Hurry! I can't hold it much longer!

( grunting )

All right, freak, slowly get to your feet, and no sudden moves!

( growling )

( all gasp )

- Leonardo: Master Splinter! No! - Raphael: Master Splinter!

I must say, I'm impressed

that you found me, but you won't be staying.

Wha...?

( grunting )

( growling )

Get Master Splinter out of there!

Absolutely.

( grunting )

Huh?

Huh?

( yelling )

- All: Huh? - Bishop?

♪ One, two, three, four! ♪

♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪

♪ One, two, three, four! ♪

♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪

Handsome devil, if I do say so myself.

Okay, now I'm officially freaked out!

- ( growling ) - Oh, believe me,

you ain't seen nothing yet.

This just keeps getting better and better.

( grunts )

Don't you worry, Master Splinter.

I'll have you out of that nasty bio-suspension fluid in a jiffy.

Oh, dear.

Ohh!

That was totally uncalled for.

Step away from those controls, cyborg.

No!

Bishop, you will not succeed.

Wrong. Neither you nor your little dream brats can stop me.

Uh, guys, he's over here! ( grunts )

This guy doesn't play nice.

You don't understand.

I've created life!

Bishop, no one has the right to play god.

I am taking the necessary steps to defend the world.

It is my duty.

The world has enough monsters.

It does not need yours!

Come out, come out, wherever you are, you ugly freak!

Huh?

( grunts )

Raph?

( groaning )

( yelling, groaning ) Huh?

Bishop!

- ( growling ) - Huh?

Professor Honeycutt, the tank! Seal it!

( groaning )

No! My Slayer!

This is over, Bishop!

My plans are far from over, rodent!

You have no idea, no idea!

( yelling )

( groaning )

Huh?

( yelling )

( object pierces; grunts )

( groaning )

My sons!

We have to get out of here!

( all yelling )

Huh?

You will pay for this, mutants.

One day, you will all pay!

- After him! - Come on!

Whoa! We're in the middle of Midtown.

And Bishop's nowhere in sight.

We will see him again.

Such men are hard to destroy.

( theme music playing )