Original subtitles

When Captain America throws his mighty shield, all those who chose to oppose his shield must

yield.

If he's led to a fight and a duel is due, then the red's in the white and the blue will

come through.

Captain America throws his mighty shield.

What?

Costumed assassins.

In the heart of New York.

And no one even notices.

Has the city gone mad?

I've got to stop them quickly.

What else?

It's Captain America.

Who are you shooting at?

No, it wasn't me.

It was one of them.

One of who?

Those costumed men, look.

They're escaping in that airborne ship.

I don't see anything.

What is this?

Some kind of gag?

There it is, taking off right in front of everyone.

But look at them.

All acting as though they saw nothing.

Am I actually losing my mind?

You might have merely experienced an hallucination.

Now suppose you lie down.

Couldn't you just test my vision, my hearing?

I'm convinced there's nothing wrong with your senses.

We must seek the answers elsewhere.

Why not seek it here?

Doc, turn around.

There's another one.

Now then, the sooner we get to the root of this, what on earth?

I saw him, I heard him, I touched him.

He was real.

You are sicker than I suspected.

Look what you've done.

It wasn't me, Doc.

It was just an hallucination.

Remember?

You're in a bad way.

You'll need help.

Perhaps.

But I'll get it somewhere else.

Nobody believes me.

Nobody.

Meanwhile, as the solar ship escapes toward its secret base...

Our men just radioed.

The mission was a complete success.

God, Captain America will soon be eliminated.

It required only one hypno-helmet to mesmerize the entire crowd.

Attention.

Forgive us, Supreme Leader.

We are here to report.

The mission.

It has been carried out just as you said it would.

Yes, with the help of this hypno-helmet.

As long as one wears it, he can accomplish anything with its mass hypnotic power.

Captain America's dome is sealed.

Do not be overconfident.

He has escaped too many traps in the past.

How well I remember our last encounter.

During the final days of the war, in a hidden bunker, we faced each other in mortal combat.

But fate came up the battle.

Captain America thought me dead.

But heavy pillars crisscrossed above saved me.

And the experimental gas which was then released kept me alive for years in suspended animation.

The two of you were trapped in the next bunker, so the gas saved your lines, too.

Thus, it was that the three of us were brought to safety by a search team sent by the group

called AIM.

When they revived us, I realized their objective was conquest, as was mine.

It is agreed.

I shall offer you my cooperation.

Good.

The Grand Imperator will be highly pleased.

Without a hypno helmet, you shall destroy Captain America.

So, I will cooperate with them so long as it serves my purpose.

This time, you are to hypnotize Captain America as well as the rest.

I understand, and when he awakes, he will be accused of a crime.

Correct.

And it shall be a crime which you have committed.

The final triumph belongs to me.

I don't usually wander around town in costume, but today I must.

Excuse me, sir.

May I speak with you?

I remember you in combat.

You were an inspiration.

Now, my son is in the service.

I heard my helmet aimed to full intensity.

Not even Captain America will be aware of my presence.

Yes.

This time, the Star Spangled Avenger seems unaware of the costumed assassin beside him

as he signs his autograph for the ex-GI's son.

How can he escape the Red Skull's plan to make him appear the murderer of an innocent

man?

I could finish off this costumed fool now, but I must operate according to plan.

It is this innocent man talking to Captain America who shall be my victim.

Thank you.

My son will be so pleased.

When I have done it, I merely leave the gun in Captain America's hand.

It's over, Assassin.

I've got you.

I knew you were there all the time.

Without your helmet, you've lost your hypnotic influence.

How did you find out?

Pow!

The Red Skull swore.

The Red Skull?

You said the Red Skull.

Then he's alive.

He's responsible for this helmet.

He knew its hypnotic effect came from built-in subsonic frequency waves, but I outgassed

him by placing a printed circuit beneath the A of my head mask, a circuit capable of jamming

any hypnotic waves in the area.

But the Red Skull won't give up.

This might just be the beginning.

And when it might, or in the headquarters of AIM behind locked doors, is an object within

an ionic shell, the most powerful device in the world, a cosmic cube.

Captain America, swiftly leaving from rooftop to rooftop on his way from bully's headquarters,

suddenly glances upward.

Two planes, one pursuing the other, an escape capsule.

He's heading to the river.

Racing to rescue its pilot, Cap uses the top of a water tank as a diving board springing

far out into the river, his shield tries open the hatch.

There, got it, he's still alive.

As the masked Avenger holds his injured burden to the pier above, stop him, he must be stopped.

Who?

Who must be stopped?

The keeper of the cosmic cube, he's turned against us and joined the Red Skull.

I was trying to stop him.

The Red Skull, he's struck again.

What is his plan?

At that very moment, as seen on the Red Skull's business scope, the keeper of the cube destroys

the plane that pursues him, unaware the pilot has escaped.

Good, now nothing can stop the keeper from reaching me with the cosmic cube.

How did you convince the keeper to betray AIM and defect to us?

Unleaving the last meeting at AIM, I shook hands with the keeper and in so doing, I planted

a miniaturized neuro brain tap device in the palm of his hand, the same as you now have

in yours.

Thus, having his mind under my complete hypnotic control, I willed him to bring me the cosmic

cube, as I now will you to close your mind as I close this door.

You should have known, the Skull shares his triumphs with no one.

Captain America, in a rocket swift missile, zeroes in on the jet carrying the cosmic cube

to the Red Skull.

As his ship flees over the slower jet, Cap pushes his ejector button and made it.

Now if the magnets fasten to my palms, hold fast.

Seconds later, I'm changing your flight plan.

Keeper!

Captain America, you must not stop me.

I've got to get his gun before- That shot, the flight, it's blinded me.

I can't see, the gun, must find it.

As Cap blindly gropes for the fallen weapon, his hand accidentally presses the ejector

seat button.

I still can't see, must hang on.

Wild Red Skull below, you must not reach it alive.

Is this Cap's fate?

To plumber to his death on the Isle below, of final triumph for the evil Red Skull?

The Keeper at last, but with him, it can't be, it's Captain America.

Oh, the pain, I can't hang on.

The magnets in my gloves, they're clinging to the metal seat.

They've splashed down.

My sight's returning.

The Keeper, he's heading for shore, I've got to stop him.

Now to finish a task I began more than two decades ago.

The Red Skull.

After all these years, I have a second chance.

This time, I will not fail.

In your feet of anger, you forgot my many devices, such as the stun gas, from which

my skull mass protects me.

Bring me the cosmic tube, I so command.

At last, it's mine, the ultimate power.

Power which can convert thought waves into material action.

There is nothing I cannot do, nothing, nothing.

You have served your purpose, therefore, be gone.

With that cube, he has only to think of something, and it happens.

He has become invincible.

With the cosmic cube, I soon shall be supreme monarch of all the earth.

I'll transmit mental commands that must be obeyed by all.

Every able-bodied man will become a fighting machine.

I'll create matchless power, power enough to carve a new intergalactic empire to the

furthest reaches of faith.

No power on earth can stop me, least of all you.

Now you shall taste final defeat, thus before your very eyes, I mentally create an artificial

being who is for master in battle.

Captain America knows the skull will expect him to retreat.

So he does just the opposite.

Then, using every iota of skill he possesses, applying every ounce of raw strength his steel-muscled

sinews can supply, the red, white, and blue Avenger fights as never before, until--

His gun vanished.

Of course.

I wished him into limbo.

Did you think I would permit any creation of mine to meet defeat?

But as for you, with a near thought, I transmit your physical weapons into another dimension.

Wait, skull.

Wait.

Let me serve you.

At that very split second, with a single thought, the skull halts the atom transfer.

Of course, you shall be my personal slave.

And I, who am now your master, shall be fitted in a kingly suit of golden armor.

Let me kneel before you.

It is only fitting.

Yes, fitting indeed for your abject, awning submission.

So long as your fingers are not fully closed, the cube's power is lessened.

I can free myself.

The cube still possesses that power.

Let us be split asunder.

I command it.

In an hour never chance, freedom's boldest gladiator smashers the cosmic cube from the

arch-bean's hands.

With his warped mind forgetting all else, the skull dives after the cube, only to be

caught in an avalanche of falling rocks.

Pounded beneath the swirling waters, he is unable to rise, encased in a coffin of heavy

golden armor.

Weary but triumphant, Captain America prays that the cosmic cube, with its awesome power,

will be hidden forever from the sight of man.

When Captain America throws his mighty shield, of those who chose to oppose his shield must

yield.

If he's led to a fight and a duel is doomed, then the reds and the whites and the blue

will come through.

When Captain America throws his mighty shield.