All language subtitles for 71 - Swamp Thing 3x38 Heart of the Mantis

Dr. Oliver Duncan.

Do I know you?

Do you know me? Well, that's a good one.

That is.

My goodness. That's an annoying little

beep beep beep beep beep, isn't it?

You know, I finally figured it out.

Your mind's as sharp as the day you were

born, you old devil. 15 years of

pretending. You fool everyone except me.

You're as sharp as ever, aren't you,

Anton?

the best assistant I ever had.

What I want to know is why. We were on

the threshold of discovering a whole new

alternative energy, harnessing the power

of fusion and you faint silgetting

everything. Half that work was mine.

Haven't you ever wanted to meet God,

Anton?

Certainly, but I'd like to think that I

could choose the place and time. What

the hell's this got to do with anything?

That attitude is exactly what I'm

talking about. You choose the place and

time.

God put us on this earth to live within

it, not to dominate and squeeze it dry.

Finding the secrets to fusion power is

just a band-aid on a gaping wound. How

can we expect to handle fusion power

until we learn to responsibly manage the

resources we were given by God?

My beliefs extend to what I can grasp.

Not some intangible something that may

or may not be watching over us all.

Cold fusion.

You discovered it, didn't you?

It's all up here.

I knew it. I bloody well knew it.

Where's the research? Come off it. Even

I don't believe that you could keep all

that work in your memory.

Oh, Anton, back when we first started,

you were a brilliant technician. You

were loyal, trusting, a fine lieutenant.

But I always worried what would happen

if you started to think for yourself.

You

make me sound like Graham. I'm not sure

if you intended it as a compliment or

not.

It's no compliment. Your brand of

science disgusts me.

Appear. Appear Anton where you can't get

to it. Now leave me before I call

hospital security.

Very well.

But sooner or later you'll be released.

One way or another.

This really is an annoying Sam, don't

you think? Don't you wish it would just

stop?

The swamp is my world. It is who I am.

It is what I am.

I was once a man. I know the evil men

do.

Do not bring your evil here. I warn you.

Beware the wrath of

Swamp Thing.

What do you want, Graham? Can't you see

I'm up to me elbows in Simmons?

I just got off the phone with Sheriff

Andrews. He's curious as to how you want

to handle Oliver Duncan.

Well, I just left Oliver not 3 hours

ago.

Yes, sir. The doctor already thinks it

was natural causes. So, do you want the

sheriff to cover up?

What are you talking about, Graeme?

You mean you didn't kill him?

Of course not. I had plans for Oliver.

Sir, are you sure you didn't, you know,

kill him and maybe it kind of, you know,

slipped your mind?

I did not kill Oliver Duncan.

He has He had something I wanted.

Research.

Oliver Duncan would never have destroyed

his own notes.

already. You search for the spoils of

your work.

How do you do that?

I'm warning you, Arcane. What you did to

Oliver Duncan will not go unpunished.

I didn't do anything but pay him a visit

in his last hours.

Don't mock me with your lies.

It's the only thing that gives me any

joy these days. Now, stop bothering me

or

a locksmith looking for work.

Actually, I

I was picking the lock.

My name's Anton Arcane, and you are

Louise Briner. I'm uh was Oliver

Duncan's stepdaughter.

Oh my goodness. I am terribly sorry. Do

you know Oliver never even mentioned you

were in town? Your loss. Well, suffice

it to say that the world has lost the

brightest candle of hope.

That's very nice. But it doesn't explain

my unorthodox entry. Well, the truth of

it is that Oliver had some uh research

of mine. Um I was hoping to retrieve it.

I thought the house was empty.

Oliver was very close to me. I was

probably the last person to speak with

him, you know.

I'm sorry. I left my manners in New

York. Won't you come inside?

Oh, I don't want to intrude on your time

of grief.

You were picking my lock and you don't

want to intrude. I could use the

company.

Good.

It's going to take me days to go through

everything in the estate. Well, you must

let me help you.

Packing things up, cataloging old

papers.

All of it meant a lot to me. You know,

you don't remember me, of course, but um

quite some time ago when I worked for

your father,

you were going off to MIT and I carried

your bags to the car.

Oh, I'm so sorry. That was a long time

ago.

Oh, think anything of it. I'm just glad

you didn't take me for a burglar just

now.

Burglars don't drive expensive Harleys.

Good ones do.

Not to work.

Did my father say anything before he

died? What were his last words to you?

He said, "Drink to my health." It's a

pity really. He was quoting Picasso the

night Picasso died.

For days, nobody visits. So now I should

open a bed and breakfast. Excuse me.

I talked to him a couple of days ago.

I'm very sorry.

Ah, young Kip. How are you?

What are you doing here?

I'm a friend of the family here to offer

what help I can.

Uh, if there's some money my father owes

you for work. No, no. I was just going

to do some fix at work, but uh maybe I

better stay around a while.

Would you mind it if you came back

another day? I mean, I'm not really in

the mood for distractions. You

understand?

All right. Now, if you need anything,

you call me. Kip Boat Reynold. It's in

the book.

I will. Thanks.

Do you know what you need? A nice dinner

and a stroll around humor. You know,

it's a dreadfully peaceful place. Puts

me at ease.

Of course, the uh correct company would

be mandatory.

Well, how about dinner here? It might do

me some good to get into the kitchen for

a while.

Splendid idea. 8ish.

7:30.

7.

Till then,

you I don't know what you think you're

playing at with this beeping noise, but

I want it stop. Do you hear me?

You don't make demands to me, Arcane. If

I had it in my power to end your

miserable existence, you would have been

dead long ago.

Well, I would argue the point that you

do have it in your power. Morality

prevents you, I suppose.

But not you. Oliver Duncan was a good

man, a man who had many more years left

in him.

The first time in my life, I am in the

uncomfortable position of defending my

innocence. I did not kill Oliver Duncan.

Now, would you please stop this infernal

heart monitor beeping?

I have no idea what you're talking

about. Perhaps it's a guilt of your own

act that's haunting you. Or perhaps it's

Oliver's revenge for his death.

I did not kill Oliver Duncan.

Do not harm Louise. I'll be watching

you. They put people in jail for that.

Besides, I have no intention of harming

that young innocent girl.

Damn you, Oliver. Where did YOU HIDE

THAT RESEARCH? I didn't come all this

way just to kill you for nothing.

It doesn't really matter, you know.

You told me all about Anton Arcane, and

I'm sure he has all the answers I might

need to finish the fusion problem

myself.

And when I'm done with him, I'll send

him up to you.

Stop it. Damn it, Oliver. Stop it. Stop

it. Stop it. Stop. Stop.

Dr. Arcane,

I finished separating the spinal cord

from the

Ah, Graeme, I'd like my motorcycle

brought around front, please.

Uh, yes, sir. I'll see to it

immediately.

Good.

It's cologne, Graeme. I do wear cologne.

Maybe it's just the intense hair. got

buzz off.

We won't be doing the spinal experiment

tonight.

No, put it in the fridge for the time

being.

But ideally, it should stay at room

temperature to avoid cell disruption.

I'm sure that woman can wait an hour or

so.

Graeme, I do tend to lose track of time

on occasion. So, if you could just

inform me the precise moment somebody

put you in charge.

If I can find Oliver Duncan's research

on fusion power, the spinal experiment

will be irrelevant.

To do that, I must gain his

stepdaughter's trust. Of course,

securing her affections is a worthy goal

in itself, but um I don't know, Graeme,

there's a certain Janice, a certain

something, a certain sympatico I feel

for this woman. Perhaps it's a love of

the arts. Who knows?

Why don't we just knock her out and

drain her brain cells? We've done it

before. It works. No mess, no fuss.

Graeme, motorcycle, go. Now, come along.

Yes.

That was absolutely marvelous.

It seems odd to me that the best seafood

I ever tasted came from the little hands

of a beautiful lady from New York.

Your flattery is showing it, Don.

Besides, New York has seafood. But

fishsticks is considered seafood with a

small S. One of the few benefits of

living in humor is one learns to

appreciate seafood with a capital S,

mind you. It's the one bright spot on an

otherwise dismal canvas.

Nicely put. I take it you don't like

humor.

Well, I suppose it has its place in the

universe. It's not really where I choose

to live.

No. And where would you choose to live

right now?

the southern coast of Morca.

The damp air and the crisp smell of the

Mediterranean, the moonlight playing on

the water, and a lover to share it all

with.

My

Well, what about you? Where?

Oh, uh, right now

I think I'd just like to be

in the past.

when Oliver was still alive.

I can understand that.

When I was a teenager, I'd come home

late from dates and I'd see his light on

in the office. So, I'd go in and he'd be

hard at work. But I knew he was really

waiting up for me. And when I'd accuse

him of it, he'd bluster and deny it and

show me all the work he'd done that

evening as if I were going to understand

all those formulas and equations.

You know, it's funny. Just the sight of

an equation or formula brings back such

wonderful memories.

Well, that shouldn't be too hard to

recreate. I mean, uh, assuming you found

some of his work around here?

No. No, not really.

Not even a diary or a notebook or

something?

Oh, that's right. You did work with him.

Uh, I bet you know a lot of his work

already.

This sounds silly and completely

bizarre, but do you remember any of the

work you did with him?

Well, perhaps, but I wouldn't need some

of his previous work to refresh my

memory.

Oh, well, there is an old notepad. I

think it's in his office.

But seriously, Anton, you don't have to

indulge me.

No, it's it's no trouble at all. Fetch

your notepad.

Well, I feel silly, but okay.

I did not kill you. So, you can stop

that infernal bloody noise. Say hello to

the Almighty for me if you wish. You've

got yours.

Give me the fusion power research.

You're not going to need it where you

are.

Here it is.

Now, there's nothing familiar here.

Simple chemical computations.

Well, I couldn't find anything more

elaborate here. You and Oliver were

working together when his mind went.

Start there. Write that.

I don't think all this dwelling in the

past is good for you, Louise.

Oh, then you don't feel like doing it.

That's okay. I just thought it would be

nice.

Well, all right. Let's Let's see what I

can do.

Um,

no, that's not it.

Excuse me?

That's an old datomic resolution

formula. Certainly you and Oliver didn't

waste their time on that.

No, that's all wrong, too. Start here.

I have a photographic memory. Besides,

I'm not all that unfamiliar with

molecular fusion theories.

I think I better be leaving.

Yeah. Did I say something to offend you?

Oh, Anton, I'm I'm so sorry.

You can stop the Shakespeare, love.

You're smarter than you make out, and

that bothers me. Now, I think it's time

to stop this particular charade.

Anton,

you can't you can't leave me.

I'm so alone.

Frankly, my dear, well, you can fill in

the rest.

You're not going anywhere until you tell

me what you know about Oliver's work.

Nice shot.

The gun's unnecessary.

Damn you. Stop that beeping.

You can hear it, too.

Shut up and sit down.

Write down everything you and Oliver

found out about that future.

I suspected you knew about that.

My stepfather was a brilliant man, but

not very well verssed in the realities

of the world. That research is worth

billions.

You killed him, didn't you? You killed

him for the research. And when you

couldn't find it, you came after me.

Sympatico. Sympatico.

Whatever.

Right.

You're dead. You know that?

Stop it.

Oh, I really wanted you to give it to

me, Anton. I kind of liked you in some

perverted sort of way.

Look, I don't have the research.

Damn it,

Louise. You know your father's habits. I

know his sons. Together, we No,

Louise.

Ah, young Kip, before we get into it, I

didn't kill her.

I talked to Sheriff Andrews. He uh told

me what happened.

Oh, I suppose it's all right to do your

fix it stuff now.

Bloody hell. I thought it was over with.

What are you talking about,

Oliver? He got her. Now it's my turn.

Oh, you can't hear it because it's not

you. He's after.

Batteries are dead. That's what I came

by to fix yesterday. See, when these

things die, they go like this.

Once the battery's dead,

I don't know.

He just started laughing and something

must be funny.

With all this death, you seem to find it

very amusing. Arcane,

come off it, Holland.

Can't you see the irony? It's the most

amusing part of our feeble human

existence.

Don't you ever wanted to see God,

Holland? Well, you'll have to change

your attitude.

It's all up here.

Will throw it in the fire.

Give me that.

The justice of the swamp takes many

forms. The magic of the swamp is

unlimited. But in this case, justice

required no magic at all, except that

magic of a guilty heart.

Heat. Heat.