All language subtitles for super_force_s02e10_made_for_each_other_2

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.

What happened?

You blew up my desk.

I didn't know.

You gotta talk.

You want me to play dead?

You gotta... I don't think I can do
that.

I'm a very busy man. I just can't
disappear.

Dead men don't return phone calls. Mr.
Winston.

Your briefcase was booby -trapped. No,
obviously.

Someone's trying to kill you. Now,
they'll try again and let me think that

you're already dead.

And if they think I'm dead, they'll come
forward and confess.

No, but maybe they'll show their hand.

All right.

Suppose you know more about murderers
and murder than I do. Trust me.

Just let me call my wife. She must be
worried by now.

Don't call anybody.

Okay, I'll call your wife.

Don't worry about it. Everything's going
to be fine. Nothing bad will happen,

you know.

Only going to be for a couple of days.

Mrs. Winston?

Yes? Hi, I'm Zach Stone.

I was a friend of your husband's and a
police officer.

Oh.

They're beautiful, aren't they?

It's a shame they have to die.

Yeah.

I wanted to ask you some questions about
your husband's personal estate.

Well, as to his personal belongings, I
believe it's best to let go.

I already gave them away to Goodwill.

What?

Already? I mean, you've called him, but
they haven't come to pick things up yet,

right? No. They came this morning and
took it all. His clothes, his model

fishing tackle, all of it. His books,
his antique CD collection.

Everything. Oh, no.

Well, what are material possessions
anyway, huh? I even called the medical

school to donate his organs.

Then I realized.

What? He didn't have any.

Well, they were blown up, consumed by
flame.

Right, right.

Well, maybe like the mythical phoenix,
your husband will rise again from the

ashes somehow.

Except he won't have any clothes.

What I came to talk to you about was
your husband's considerable financial

holdings. Now, I understand you're
turning all this over to the Caesar

Institute.

How did you find out?

Well, I just guessed.

No.

No, you spoke with my attorney and he
told you.

He violated attorney -client
confidentiality. Well, that's gum.

No, really, I... They are all alike.

Lawyers, you can't truck any of them.
What a lie.

Now, they're only out for themselves.

And then they parade their knowledge
around like some puffed -up, conceited

baboon. You ever notice how nobody has a
lawyer for a friend? No, the only

friends lawyers have are other lawyers.
Oh, I hate them.

Your husband, your late husband, was a
lawyer.

Well, I can't help that.

I loved him anyway.

No, please.

You have to at least look.

The name is Winston. There's a whole
bunch of stuff.

Model trains, clothes.

It was given away by mistake.

No. Are you absolutely sure?

Thank you.

There's no way, man. Everything's gone.

It was given to the Goodwill Central
Distribution Center.

Dispersed.

Gotcha!

Careful, FX.

This rivalry is most unbecoming.

Remember the good old days when he was
so incredibly, incredibly lonely?

I just feel terrible about this guy's
clothes, man.

Well, would you rather be dead in a suit
or alive and naked?

What?

Zack, you saved this guy's life.

He's rich.

His insurance will probably cover it.

You've done an exceptional job so far,
Zack.

Motive, means, and opportunity. The
three components of any crime.

You found the motive.

Money.

And you found the opportunity.

Calpurnia Caesar marries these women off
to rich guys so that she can create the

opportunity for them to kill them and
take their money.

Right. Now we need to know the mean.

How did Dr. Caesar get these girls to do
it?

Well, one thing's for certain. We're
never going to find that out by hanging

here.

You and I are going undercover.

We're going back to school.

Well, we're nearly out of time, and I've
been digressing.

Let me just wrap up my thoughts.

I hope I've demonstrated to you that
there is a systematic discrimination

against women in the sciences.

Administrators, lawyers, educators, all
pay to protect the status quo. It's as

if they somehow feel the male brain is
somehow structurally different from that

of the female. Hello. Hello.

How are you?

Hello. Hello.

How are you?

Government and corporate grants go
almost exclusively to safe repetitions

already tried and tired experiments.

If you have a revolutionary idea, it's
very difficult.

And if you're a woman, forget it.

Again, I am very happy to see that so
many women have enrolled in my class.

Together, we can soon change things.

Oh, dear, I've gone on pontificating
again and undoubtedly alienated most of

male students.

Don't worry.

I grade without regard to sex.

Tomorrow we get back to the textbook, I
promise.

I'll see you all then.

Excuse me.

How are you?

Excuse me. How are you?

Excuse me. How are you? That's quite all
right. What are you doing in my class?

Well, we've come to explore the
possibilities of enrolling within it.

You too are too.

Reluctantly, I assure you. But Daddy
felt that I should cultivate some other

skill other than spending our money.

That's all you do, spend money?

My dear, when you have it, that's what
you do, is you spend it.

Allow me to introduce myself.

I'm A. Littleton Stonehenge III, first
son of the Earl of Essexhire. I'm a

foreign exchange student.

And I am Prince Gumbo from Oza Patswala
land.

A small African principality.

I've never heard of it.

Well, honestly speaking, we don't do
much there, except pump oil.

And you two are friends?

Well, from a political standpoint, our
nations are enemies.

But Little Hinge and I have found that
we have so much more in common than the,

uh... Less rich.

The riffraff.

Oh. You know, if you feel that way, you
really should be enrolling with people

who share your sensibilities.

I have an extension class I teach called
Wealth Without Guilt.

Guilt? Should we feel guilty? I've never
felt guilty. You? Guilt.

Quaint notion, but...

Well, perhaps I can use you as shining
example, something for the class to

aspire to. My dear, so many already do.

I'm sure.

See you tonight, then, at seven o
'clock?

Most assuredly.

Seven -ish.

Come along, Prince Gunn.

Laurie, I just want to calibrate your
multi -phasic personality inventory

program. Would that be all right? Sure,
doctor. I'm not occupied at the moment.

Not occupied?

Honey, you are occupied by radio signals
from one of the most sophisticated

artificial intelligence programs ever
designed by a man or a woman.

What?

Well, your awareness of self checks out.

Ready to calibrate MPI?

Run program.

Yes, doctor.

Who is my subject? I am.

Doctor, what is your favorite color?

Sepia.

Do you like animals?

No.

Favorite composer?

Wagner. Maybe Strauss.

Given a choice of damaging your own
property in the service of others...

enough, dear.

Now, based on the answers I've given
you, what is my personality profile?

Hmm. Serious guessing will be necessary
due to the few number of questions.

Proceed.

Dr. California Caesar, that's you.

Strong -willed, alpha -type personality
profile.

Minimal need for companionship.

Workaholic. Deep -seated rage.

Object of which, indeterminate, need
more data.

Delusional tendencies. That's enough.

Well, it's just incredible.

The more the personality index runs, the
better it gets.

Self -correcting learns through
experience.

We have some fresh blood, Laurie.

Blue blood.

Rich blood.

There's an African prince.

However, the politics in his part of the
world are too volatile.

We may not be able to collect.

But there's a Littleton Stonehenge, the
son of an earl.

And he's handsome, too.

Tell me, Laurie, are you ready to fall
in love?

So what happens now?

Well, maybe we're about to find out.
There's the girl from that class.

Hello, I do say. You were in that class,
weren't you?

Allow me to introduce myself.

I'm A. Littleton Stonehenge III, and
this is my companion, Prince Gambo.

From older Patswala land.

Yes, I saw you when you barged in.

If it was an unfortunate error in timing
for us.

I suppose.

Are you two going to hang around here
all day? Because I like to study alone.

Oh. Well, then we'll leave you to it.
Sure, yeah.

Wait.

Wait. Could you help me with my books?

Oh, certainly.

Oh!

Oh, my skirt! It's ruined! It'll never
come out!

Allow me.

No, you'll ruin your handkerchief. No,
no, no. It's only raw silk. What is that

in the service of a beautiful young
woman?

Oh, it's red.

That's the color of passion.

But also of anger and war.

Do you always wear red?

No.

No. No, sometimes I'm partial to blues
and greens.

Oh, those are the colors of tranquility
in life.

Maybe you're not so bad for a rich guy.

Uh, it seems that now would be a good
time for me to make a phone call and see

how the revolution is coming.

Splendid.

Splendid. There's something different
about you.

What might that be?

I don't know.

But if you walk me to the library and
give me five minutes, I'll see if I can

tell you.

I'd be happy to.

There's another you inside of you.

Not overly self -confident, but strong
and sure.

There's something, something good and
something caring.

And there's something you're hiding.

Oh. Not something bad.

Let me see you again.

Oh, you're fascinating.

Not like anyone I've ever met.

What is it?

I have to leave now.

But I thought... I forgot. I have an
important appointment.

But I will see you again.

I promise.

Ah, Laurie.

I've had to call you all back. We have
an emergency situation here.

Apparently, that lawyer, Winston, who we
thought was dead, is still alive.

He phoned Wanda and asked her to meet
him.

He's hiding out, afraid somebody's
trying to kill him.

Well, we'll all just play it a little
cautious till Wanda finds her husband

finishes the job she started.

I thought she was so incredible.

I mean, she knew everything about me,
even things that I only know.

Now I see that it's just a computer
program, and there's programs for every

of the girls. The computer is
controlling them.

Right. Dr. Caesar could be linking the
girls to the computers and controlling

their actions using subcortical radio
implants responding to frequencies in

nanometric range.

Exactly like I communicate with
McGeorge, but on a vastly more

level. Mm -hmm.

Her signals could completely override
the girl's own thoughts.

Okay, we got her, man.

But it's too late. I mean, Winston is
out there right now.

Somewhere.

Meeting with his wife who was controlled
by a homicidal computer.

How do you find her?

Maybe you'll call in.

Wait a minute. Maybe I don't need to
find her. Maybe I can shut her down at

source. Right.

Shut down the computers.

You're hurt.

It was an accident. I'm sorry.

What?

What are you doing?

You're free, Bruno.

Your heart and your mind

are your own.

You're a cruel and sadistic woman.

But I love you anyway.

I really love you.

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