All language subtitles for The.Tick.2016.S01E10.INTERNAL.WEB.H264-DEFLATE-eng

TICK:
Our precious institutions stand

as the pillared embodiments
of our values and security.

But when the cosmic truths

we held so dear
become unreliable,

even a superhero's
mightiest tummy

will bloat
with agitated butterflies.

The foundations of our eternal
beliefs are shaken,

rattled and rolled.

And the deified Ubermensch
proves to be less

than the sum
of its invulnerable parts.

Tick, remind me
what Karamazov said

when you went to drop off
Kevin's tools.

(imitates Karamazov):
"Oh, my tiny neck

-grows weary again."
-No, the thing about Superian.

Right.

Said he seems
to be suffering from

Big Bismuth poisoning.

Yeah, but from where?

Dr. Shrinky Dink
wasn't in any shape to tell.

But Tinfoil Kevin's working
on his condition right now.

What does that even mean?
Kevin is not a doctor.

Okay. Sometimes
there's more to a person

than meets the eye, chum.

Oh, God, Tick,
you are not a robot.

My vastly superior
robot brain computes otherwise.

(groans)

This is The Terror's work.

It's part of his plan
to kill Superian.

It has to be.

Why don't we call Overkill
and your sister?

-Get the old gang back together.
-No, I'm not

calling anyone, Tick.

Okay? If The Terror
catches wind of the fact

that we're hiding Superian...

then who knows what he'll send
to finish the job?

I'm guessing mummies.

No.

Yeah, I'm gonna
stick with mummies.

Okay.

(electric drilling)

Hello?

Oh, Kevin.

Where's, uh, Dr. Karamazov?

Uh, he's in a better place.

Oh, no.

KARAMAZOV:
Oh, yes!

Surprise!

Mr. Tinfoil
has helped me fashion

the 6000 unit into a vehicle

for my wildly
disproportionate form.

A... a vehicle?

So-so you're...

-in that thing?
-Yes,

with my head nesting comfortably
inside this collar,

I can operate
the gears and levers

to facilitate movement, like so.

Okay... Oh, oh, oh.

Okay. Okay.

Perhaps I could use
a bit more practice.

Okay, well, you'll have
plenty of time to practice

back at my apartment.
Kevin, we need to get him

out of here.
I think Superian may be dying.

Huh?

♪ ♪

MISS LINT: The security guards
check the floor

on a timed cycle.

Frank, you and your crew--

you're gonna take 'em out.

Imhotep and Wallace,

you're gonna
lock down the engineers.

And Dennis here is gonna
help my tech guys

get the device into place
and set it all up.

(clears throat)

Yes, Frank?

They're still calling us
the Pyramid out there,

but if we're not, then, like...

what are we?

-You're criminals.
-Okay, sure.

That's a given.

But who are we,
together, as a group?

Our group identity.

That was a really big
thing with Ram...

I just, um...

I think we do better
with a name.

How about
the Shit for Brains gang?

Okay. Yeah, well,

I'll work on it,
come to you with some ideas.

Wow. Thank you.

Janet, what's happening?

Face feels so funny.

You had an accident.

Were there... darts?

No.

Oh. Hmm.

Who are these guys?

I run the city now.

Go back to sleep.

Okay.

What?

-How many axles? -Stosh, you
said you wanted me to drop by?

No, you're not listening.
They want a truck

that's refrigerated.

I don't know,
some kind of high-tech crap.

Want to wait
out in the hall, Dottie?

Come on.

This is the kind of shit
you do not want any part of.

My shift starts soon.

Five minutes. What?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm here,

-I'm here. What do you got
for me? -(phone beeps quietly)

Tick.

In here, chum.

Well, I'll be.

Dr. Doll Parts is a robot, too.

KARAMAZOV:
It works.

The Big Bismuth
is infecting him

on a cellular level.
(giggles)

I-I'm sorry. Are you actually
celebrating this?

You're right.

Forgive me.

Can you help him or not?

I cannot say.

The symptoms he's exhibiting

should be dissipating

with time away from the V-L-M.

The V-L-M? W-What does the V-L-M
have to do with any of this?

It is a very long story.

I was born

in the factory town of Grot

on the Russian-Urmanian border.

ARTHUR:
Excuse me. Do-do we

-have to start this far back?
-Yes.

-The... So, the very beginning.
-Life was harsh.

Food was scarce.
All there was to eat

were potatoes and acorns.

Sensing my own innate genius,

I decided to become a scientist

and solve the world's
hunger problem.

-Thanks.
-To that end,

I focused all my research

on inventing a growth ray

which could increase the size

of matter itself.

I labored tirelessly,

but none of the catalytic
elements I tried

created the proper reaction.

Despondent, I began
to wander the wilderness.

As they say in my country,

I didn't know whether to yodel
or jump off the mountain.

I chose yodel.

(yodeling)

The mountain chose avalanche.

TICK:
Avalanche.

The deuce you say.

As I was lying there,

I saw a scatter

of iridescent beauty,

like a dream locked in ice.

It was Big Bismuth.

TICK:
Destiny sure shook up

your snow globe that day.

KARAMAZOV: My next experiments
were very promising.

It was time

to share my invention
with the world.

Many officials and Urmanians

of great importance

attended the unveiling

of my growth ray.

As was his custom,

Superian attended our
demonstration as well.

He had always kept a watchful
eye on my government's

superscience efforts.

This was to be
my moment of glory.

But it was my downfall.

Unfortunately,

for all its miraculous
properties,

Big Bismuth is wildly unstable.

It caused a violent
explosion of energy.

Its polarity reversed,

my growth ray
became a shrink ray,

and I was halved in size.

My stature, physically

and as a scientist,
had plummeted.

-(moans)
-KARAMAZOV: I was despondent.

I was ruined. I was...

Hot in here.

Is anyone else hot?
Is it just me?

Ow.

Superian, he's-he's burning up.

He should be getting better...

...not worse.

We need to get his temperature
under control.

STOSH (on speaker): Broadcast
tower on the south side.

Pyramid's looking to hijack it.

Don't ask me.

Maybe Lint's looking
to get into pirate radio.

That it?

That all you got?

What are you talking about?

The Pyramid gang's
making a big move.

It's high tech, it's criminal.

We have to figure out
what they're doing.

There's nothing new about
the Pyramid committing crimes.

I'm not interested.

Look, you said
to bring you intel.

This is intel.

This is thug chatter. Low-level.

If it was part of
The Terror's plan, I'd know it.

You heard Stosh mention
Miss Lint.

How can you be sure it's not
related to The Terror?

Instinct. Experience.

When you've been on the mission
as long as I have,

squatting in rain forests,
living off leeches,

drinking your own urine...

Why are you drinking your own
urine in the rain forest?

Stop arguing with me.

You're making a fool
of yourself.

Popping off rounds
at some empties

and eavesdropping
at your roller gym

qualify you
for jack fucking squat.

Your lead's a dud.

Let go of me.

DANGERBOAT:
And this is why one of us

doesn't have any friends.

KARAMAZOV: That's good.
Over his whole body.

Procurement of solid H2O
complete.

Superian appears to be
cooling down,

but we need more ice.

-More ice?
-Affirmative.

Wait, Tick.

(sighs) Tick, you have got to
stop it with this robot thing.

I don't see why, chum.
Finding out my origin

has given me a great sense
of personal relief.

Okay, you do realize, don't you,
that if you were a robot,

you wouldn't even be able
to feel things

like personal relief.

Unless we have
emotion chips inserted

into our circuit programming.

Tick. Tick, you don't have
programming. Okay?

-If you had programming, you
wouldn't have free will. -Hmm.

You wouldn't be able to choose
to do the right thing.

Or anything. You-you couldn't
choose to answer destiny's call.

-But I do.
-Right.

But the version of you that
could make that choice

wouldn't even exist.

So, is that what you feel like?

Mm...

Is it?

Computing.

(sighs) Come on.
We have to go get ice.

GARRETT:
We open on black.

A low hum. No music, just a hum.

But then...

flames rising behind.

And we reveal you
in silhouette.

-We're feeling the danger.
-TERROR: Yeah.

-We're feeling the heat.
-TERROR: Yeah.

And then we hear it:

...a maniacal laugh.

I've been underground
for 13 years

and you want me to open
with a maniacal laugh?

-We think it could really pop.
-Uh-huh.

Well, I can't just summon
a maniacal laugh.

I need to see something
maniacally funny.

(grunts)

(chuckles)

That was a maniacal chuckle.

What are you gonna do
with a maniacal chuckle?

GARRETT:
That's a good note, sir.

HANNITY:
Okay, back to the storyboard.

We thought maybe you're stroking
a beautiful cat.

(groans)

-Cool and aloof.
-Cliché.

Cliché. Cliché.
Where's the edge?

Where's the now?

This is my big relaunch.

Terror 2.0!

I want folks to be sweating
their boots!

I am...

Where'd this pig come from?

Y-You said you didn't
want a cat.

Oh.

(pig oinks)

(phone rings)

Yeah.

Lint, where you at?

I'm in the middle
of executing your plan.

What is it?

Just sent you a pic.
Need your opinion.

(phone chimes)

TERROR:
Did you get it?

What the hell am I looking at?

-Let's go.
-TERROR: Me...

and a pig.

What do you think?

Is it the good kind of bad,
or bad kind of bad?

(sighs) Jesus, I...
It's-it's great.

I have to get back to work.

Huh.

(beeping nearby)

KARAMAZOV:
After the explosion

caused my
catastrophic shrinkage,

things were very bad
for a while.

I fell into obsessive despair

while pouring over all my
private data from the disaster.

That's when I saw it: a secret

that had eluded humanity
for decades.

(tape rewinding)

The Achilles heel of the
world's first superhero.

Right. Yeah, Big Bismuth.
We know.

-Yeah.
-Big.

-Bismuth.
-Bismuth.

-Yeah.
-Big Bismuth.

KARAMAZOV:
I continued to study

this remarkable element
until one day

the government somehow

learned of my discovery
and came to see me.

They demanded I develop
a weapons program

to be used as a deterrent

to Superian's
continued interference

in our sovereign nation's
human rights atrocities.

The Terror discovered my secret

and sent his minions.

They took my lab, my work.

The Terror had everything
he needed to destroy Superian.

But then an unexpected event
occurred.

What? Wh-What was the event?

Someone blew up the entire cache
of weapons at the wharf.

The Tick destroyed everything
The Terror took from my lab.

The weapons, the work,

and the world's supply
of Big Bismuth.

TICK:
Hey, that story's about me.

I remember choosing that.

-Thank goodness you did.
-Mm-hmm.

THUG:
Keep going. Keep going!

THUG 2:
Here you go.

(indistinct thug chatter)

THUG: Supposed to bring this up
to the radio tower on the roof.

THUG 2:
What do you think it is?

DENNIS: Lint said something
about a major body count.

Thousands, maybe.

Shit. No signal?
What the hell?

-OVERKILL: It's jammed.
-(Dot screams)

Phone won't work.

My comm link with Dangerboat

-is out, too.
-DOT: What are you doing here?

-I thought my intel wasn't worth
your time. -I lied.

I didn't want you involved
in this sensitive mission.

What are you wearing?

We're going up against
Miss Lint.

I had to ground my suit.

Oh. Okay.

(takes deep breath)

I heard them talking
about a device.

They're gonna take it up
to the radio tower on the roof.

Yeah, I know.
The Terror's using

the station's transmitter
somehow.

I need to get out there
and stop them.

Get down to the basement.

Find the power grid for
the building and shut it down.

-Got it. -Sorry about
grabbing your arm before.

I'm still pissed at you
for lying.

♪ ♪

And when The Tick brought you
the surviving wingsuit,

he set another
chain of events in motion.

Apparently, I've been choosing
all over the place.

KEVIN:
Superian's fever's melting

the paint in the bathroom.

He's not getting better.

The effects of Big Bismuth
should be dissipated by now.

Is this what
The Terror intended?

The illness
is not Terror's plan.

This is Terror's plan.

ARTHUR:
The V-L-M.

KARAMAZOV:
When my weapons were destroyed,

so was our supply
of Big Bismuth.

We needed more, so I improvised
a plan to create more.

The Terror's men collected
what fragments they could find.

In suitable organic matrix,

elemental Big Bismuth attaches
to recombinant DNA

and replicates
its nucleotide sequence.

-So Big Bismuth grows
inside a human being. -And...

Terror had
specific human being in mind.

We injected
the Big Bismuth serum

into said individual.

-(whooshing, whirring)
-My growth ray did the rest.

As the man became Very Large,

so did the Big Bismuth crystals
in his bloodstream,

creating all The Terror
would need to kill Superian.

Oh, my God.

It's...

it's the stupidest plan
I've ever heard.

It's mad science.

No, it's stupid science.

Mad science begins
where physics ends.

(scoffs)
Okay, I don't believe this.

Hey, Tick, what do you think?

Tick?

(door opens, closes)

Made perfect sense to me.

Lou, are you okay?

-No, he's not.
-(grunting)

You're lucky I made a promise
not to kill.

You get the 48-hour coma punch.

Oh. Tick.

Are you okay?

Arthur...

-I'm not a robot. -Great. Thank
God. I am glad that is over.

-Okay, come on, let's go back...
-For a short while there, I...

thought I knew who I was.

I have to say...

-♪ ♪
-it was nice to know me.

What are you talking about?

You're-you're still you.

-And what is that?
-Oh, who knows?

But I know you're doing
the right thing.

If you hadn't been
at the warehouse that night

and blown up
those Urmanian weapons,

then Superian
would already be dead.

Listen, Tick...

nobody really knows
who they are.

Nobody.

But we keep going, because...

that's what the journey's about.

Finding out.

Like a quest?

Yeah. Yeah, a quest.

Well, that's got me
written all over it.

Yes, it does.

Come on.
Let's get back upstairs.

(indistinct conversation)

Lint.

-Hello, Esteban. -You don't
seem surprised to see me.

I invited you.

I know Everest's sister

is trying to mole her way
into the Pyramid gang.

Thought it'd be a good way
to get word to you.

Yes. I saw
you and your girlfriend

skulking around the cemetery.

What are you up to, Janet?
Where's The Terror?

Wait, so...

she is your girlfriend?

-You made a big mistake
bringing me here. -No.

I don't think so.

Nice girdle.

But you're still
not gonna kill me.

Let's test that theory.

Come and try.

♪ ♪

(Overkill coughing)

(muffled inhale)

(coughing weakly)

-(chuckles)
-(handcuffs clicking)

(low, rhythmic whirring)

(Overkill wheezing, panting)

You're not alone.

You brought a date...

to our showdown?

(wheezing, panting)

Find her.

-Bring her to me!
-Yes, ma'am. -Right away.

Getting nervous?

Terror must have you
on a tight clock.

No, I'm good.

What about the power, Janet?

Oh...

-Tiger.
-(grunts)

You, of all people,

should know...

I am the power.

(whirring, crackling)

(coughs weakly)

(high-pitched whooshing)

♪ ♪

BOTH:
It's Superian!

Not everything that glows
gives you superpowers.

And no, that glowing ooze
is not magic.

It's probably unstable
industrial effluence,

or unnatural secretions,

or how about plain,
old-fashioned radioactive?

It's probably giving you cancer.

Remember, if it glows,
get up and go.

♪ ♪

TICK: So choosy choosers
choose Destiny.

That's pretty clear.

KARAMAZOV:
Tick! Arthur!

Good, you're back. Look!

Our patient is starting
to feel much better.

How?

Superian.

From one hero to another,

may I say it is an honor.

(chuckling quietly)

-Whoa! Oh! -Hey, hey, hey,
hey, what just happened?

(panting)

I think I know
what's killing Superian.

What?

TICK:
Tony Robbins'

-MONEY Master the Game?
-No.

Him!

-I?
-KEVIN: Guys.

Guys.

The V-L-M.

It's moving.

NEWSMAN: Breaking news--
the V-L-M is on the move,

and he's heading
in a northeast direction.

But the question remains,
in Superian's absence,

who can stop this behemoth
before someone gets hurt?

Whoa, look at him go!

Yeah, but...

where is he going?

Here.

To the city.

It's the final stage
of The Terror's plan.

Didn't I mention that earlier?

-♪ ♪
-(booming footsteps)