All language subtitles for super_force_s02e06_hanks_back_1

Out of the fire of earth attraction,
beyond the limits of the world, where

and machine and spirit unite.

Born by the power of lightning, into the
21st century.

It is the end of the beginnings. It is
the time of super force.

Careful, he's brittle.

Well, gotta hook him up.

It's just like thawing out a Christmas
turkey, huh?

Is it cold?

Hiya, Hank.

Howdy.

Where am I?

Where's the colonel? Colonel Partridge
disappeared.

He's dead by now.

What? Dead?

Well, I just got through talking with
him.

Well, Hank, you've been frozen for the
last 50 years. We just thawed you out.

What year is it?

2021.

Welcome to the future, Hank.

Well, the colonel wasn't supposed to
die.

He was supposed to be frozen with me.

He set you up, Hank.

Who are you folks?

Why'd you throw me out?

We're the collection agency.

It's time to collect.

Collect of what?

Your dowry, Hank.

The money the colonel squirreled away
for you, huh?

Well, honest, fellas, I don't know what
the damn hill you're talking about.

I didn't whack him very good, did I?

Let's breathe.

Good idea.

The band's about to play again.

Yeah, I know. That's my point.

Look at you, Zach. You have no desire or
energy to be here, huh?

Hmm?

How about now?

Well, I can hang. I can hang out.

Can I get your text?

Do you still drink beer these days?

No, they drink clam juice.

Well, pull me up a draft. Easy on the
phone.

about we start running a tab.

A what?

I don't think so.

Well, I'll tell you what, old buddy.

I aim to show you I'm no dead man.

I'm going to sing for my beer.

How's that? Really? For me?

Please. I'm getting chills.

And? You pay.

Oh.

Excuse me, boys.

Hold on, hold on, hold on. This could be
interesting.

Listen up, folks.

I can tell that you're real thirsty for
me.

Real entertainment around here. So if
you all just kindly hush up, I'll set

place on fire.

All right.

Now, this here's my latest.

I wrote this back in the spring of 1971.

71? How old does he look to you?

Say, Ramero, Ramero, head for it.

For it, she's got me by.

Thank you. Thank you.

Can FX buy you a drink?

Oh, he has a frog's butt watertight.

I guess so.

I'm FX Spinner. This is my friend, Zach
Stone.

Pleased to meet you. Just call me Hank.

All right, Hank. All right, Hank. That
last song you played was pretty jamming.

Well, thanks.

It's my new one.

I haven't had a chance to record it yet,
but I will.

As soon as I catch up with the Colonel,
he's my manager.

Wait, wait, wait. Wait a minute. You
said you wrote that song back in 1971,

right? I did.

How old are you?

I should say I'm in my 30s.

1971 was 50 years ago. How could you be
in your 30s?

I've been on hibernating.

Hibernating? Yeah, cryogenicly frozen.

You know, it sure does remind me. I
haven't eaten in 50 years.

Man, that was the colonel's idea.

My career wasn't going so well, but
after music sort of went out of style.

The colonel thought that I should be
frozen until such a time.

As my talents will be appreciated again.

Of course, the colonel is going to be
here with me.

He's going to be frozen, too.

Yeah, they used to freeze people who
were sick and injured so that in the

they could be unfrozen when they found a
cure.

You've got to admit that freezing
yourself waiting for country music to

back in style is a pretty dumb career
move, huh? Well, the colonel always did

have his own way of doing things.

Okay, then who revived you?

Well, that part's a little hazy.

Last thing I remember, I was being
frozen.

Next thing I know, I'm in this here
honky -tonk with you two.

Good sense I'm hearing about this guy,
you know what I'm saying?

I mean, besides the fact that he's been
on ice for the last 50 years.

Hey, hey, if there's anything that you
need or we could do for you... Well,

I don't have a place to stay.

A quick check of my memory bank shows
you were quite a star in your... Man

alive, I just ain't never gonna get used
to that little guy in the box.

Five Billboard top hits, including the
delightful tunes Daddy's Dead Drunk

and Shotgun Wedding.

Oh, big dog, you are a fan.

Well... You know, you people, you're not
so strange after all. You're just

regular folks.

Yeah, we are. We're just regular folks.
You know, if I had my guitar...

I'd sing you a little song.

Dang. Hey, look, Hank, I got to step out
for a bit.

Well, good. That sounds good, Zach. I'll
go with you. No, no, no, no, no.

Now, you stay here and rest.

Yeah, you need to give your cellular
metabolism time to re -stabilize itself.

I just love the way you guys talk.

All right.

I'll just stay here and chew the fat
with my new fan here.

All right.

Keep him here, okay? All that glitters
is not my fault.

See ya.

Okie dokie. Okie...

Well, that's just plum unbelievable.

So with more and more liability suits,
record companies just shrunk to a

handful, standardized all the music and
made it just plain bland.

Yes, those music lawyers were busier
than a one -legged man in a butt

contest. You're starting to sound like
the folks back home.

Well, they succeeded in creating a risk
-free but lifeless industry.

Well, dang, it's time somebody shook
them up.

You going somewhere?

Yeah. My cellular metabolism's got a
whatchamacallit, and I got to do

about it. So I'm going out to do the
town proper.

I don't think that's a good idea, Hank.
You should rest.

Rest? Heck, I've been sleeping for 50
years. I got to make up for lost time.

I'm out of here.

Oh, okay, okay. I'll come along. I
better come along.

Ow!

So somebody came in here and whacked you
on the head.

Can you remember anything else?

Yeah. A lot of stars and funny -looking
things floating around in front of my

eyes. Next thing I knew, you guys were
thawing me out.

Did your attackers say anything?

No, nothing.

Well, there was one thing, though.

What's that?

They ate my sandwich.

Listen, you know anything about the guy
involved 1447?

Only that he's paid up for at least
another 50 years.

Who paid him up?

That I don't know. You'd have to check
with administration first thing in the

morning.

Hey, does guitar belong to him?

Yeah. People get frozen with a lot of
strange things.

Flowers, dogs, guitars.

Yeah. Gifts for later. Kind of like the
pharaohs.

Who?

The pharaohs.

So, you don't have a last name?

Well, there's a long tradition of music
stars with one lone name.

Elvis, Fabian, Dion, Sonny and or Cher,

Hank.

Come on now, you heard of Elvis?

Fabian?

Well, holy cow, what do you listen to
anyway?

Who's your favorite group?

Well, I used to like Repetitive
Sequencer, but I think my all -time

are New Age Drone.

Only their first eight or nine albums.

After that, they started sounding
overproduced.

Hank, you've got to excuse their
cultural deprivation.

These are 21st century women. They don't
remember anything before Bernardo and

the Whiplash.

I remember him.

Me?

Thanks a lot, ladies and gentlemen.

We're going to take a little break now.

Remember, be kind to your bartender and
waitress.

Well, ladies.

You are in for a rollercoaster ride of
sight and sound.

A cultural cornucopia of music and
lyrics.

Better take a seat down front.

Bernardo L. Whitley.

I got a job from the uncle of my aunt.

Pulling night shift at the Cedar Rock
plant.

Things were fine till that fateful day.

The lunchroom door took my foot away.

Sometimes a blessing seems like a curse.

In the ambulance I met a little nurse.

Upon my stuff she gently put her hand
and swept me.

off my foot.

I don't get it.

How could FX let Hank go?

He tried his best.

But there's no stopping a man like Hank.

Once he's made a decision, Hank's a
charging bull.

Nothing can dissuade him.

Not even the matador's sore.

Well, in a way, I'm afraid you're right.

I've been checking my memory banks for
any events from the 70s relating to

What'd you turn up?

Apparently, Hank was trapped between the
IRS and the loan of illegal monies from

the mob.

Did the mob loan Hank money?

Why? To make his album and go on tour.
But the album was never made, and the

tour never materialized. The mob asked
for the money back, and then the IRS

wanted its share.

Then Hank and his manager, Colonel
Partridge, disappeared.

Frozen, apparently.

At least Hank was frozen.

I knew it. I knew Hank wasn't telling
the truth.

Pretty neat, though, huh?

Freeze yourself, wake up 50 years in the
future with the money?

Only trouble is, the mob hasn't forgiven
the loan yet.

How much was it?

In today's dollars, 75 million.

So where'd they go?

I don't know.

Well, FX could be in a lot of trouble.

Relax, Zach.

FX took his emergency telemetry
cartridge.

I'm sure he'll activate it at the first
sign of trouble.

We got a wiggle.

Could it be the light in this place?

I heard about your breakup.

I see it in your makeup.

Anyway,

his name's Hank.

My friend, you are indeed a man of
discerning taste.

Howdy, Hank.

Ladies, take a powder.

Beat it.

Hey, wait a minute. Hold the bus. Who
are you? We're asking the question.

He doesn't know anything.

Right, he's just friendly to some
hillbilly that's been frozen for 50

He likes my music.

I do. Don't try it.

It's like a big whistle.

It's for calling Lassie.

Lassie? Lassie who? Is he a cop?

Listen, Hank, you tell us where the
money is or your friend here dies.

That seems fair.

You boys got this all wrong. There
really isn't any money. The colonel

all of my accounts. Colonel Partridge
disappeared the same time you did, Hank.

Really? He disappeared?

Well, maybe he did freeze himself.

Look, listen here. If we just find him,
we can straighten this whole thing out.

We haven't been able to.

But we don't need to now.

We've found you.

That's it.

He's activated the emergency signal.

High sleep location.

Boys, it seems like we have reached an
impasse.

You want something that I just can't
give you.

Now, we can talk about this until the
cow comes home and get no place.

Or do what I always like to do.

Fight like heck.

this is fun i'm glad you think so can we
leave now

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