All language subtitles for Iron Man Ep 12 The Dream Master.ia

At one of the nation's greatest airports,

a downhearted happy Hogan is about to take flight to the land of his ancestors.

Pepper is in love with Stark.

Iron Man hogs the spotlight all the time.

Tony Stark is too busy making money to pay any attention to me.

I was just a fifth wheel.

A one-way ticket to Shannon Ireland, please.

First flight out. It can't be too soon for me.

Oh, well.

They've probably forgotten all about me by now.

But if Happy could view the scene in Tony Stark's office at that moment,

he might not be so certain.

Oh, Happy, you hot-tempered fool.

Why did you do it?

The place isn't the same without you.

I never thought you'd ever miss Hap.

You both fought like Kilkenny cats.

It's all your fault.

If you hadn't been such a big glory grabber all the time, he wouldn't have quit.

Pepper, really, you can't blame anyone but Hap for his low flashpoint temper.

Have to leave now. Take care.

Just like you to walk out when someone tells you the truth to your face.

And speaking of face, you won't be able to hide behind that ugly iron mask forever.

You -- you rest, you and you.

That Pepper never saw her so worked up.

And I'm unhappy of all people.

Perhaps I should give the matter some thought as I relax and recharge my transistor circuits.

In an abandoned bunker on a desolate section of the Norwegian coast.

Ah-ha, an iron man.

How the living hate boils up within me at the very sight of him.

My machine is completed.

From now on, I count nefarious.

I shall be known as the master of dreams.

But I control the nightmare.

If iron man dies in the dream, he also dies in real life.

At the Machiavellian part of the plan, iron man will never know that I was the author of his doom.

Now for the critical test.

First I shall select the battleground.

A top, Brooklyn Bridge.

And then assemble my gladiators.

The first known to the world as the unicorn.

What's this?

Seconds ago I was in my lab.

Now I'm on top of Brooklyn Bridge.

How? Why?

The unicorn.

And crimson dynamo.

But you're dead.

I saw you die.

They're blasting me from those sides.

But even if you are alive, you are my ally, not my enemy.

Allies, my research has been faulty.

But I'm too late now to change my nightmare machine.

The unicorn is preparing to blast me with his power home.

Yeah, my reputation.

In a split second, iron man is back in the safety of Tony Stark's lab.

I don't staff.

Must have been a dream.

But 3,000 miles away.

The test was a complete success.

Dismissing it as a bad dream, iron man turns to more important matters.

Now that I'm sure Pepper does get lucky, it's off to Ireland for me.

I'll magnetize myself to this transatlantic jet until we cross the Atlantic.

A big horror, my boy. Are me older? He's playing tricks on me.

Oh, grandfather, your eyes aren't playing tricks.

His name is iron man, and if we just ignore him,

you might begin to realize he's not welcome around here.

Happy, listen. Tony Stark wants you back.

And Pepper is crying her eyes out for you.

That's a laugh, that is.

She's crying because Stark won't date her, not on account of me.

App, no, you're wrong. Come back. Listen to me.

Come on, Gramps. That's like a walk out in the fresh air.

That joker is nine tenths Missouri mule.

But I've got to get him back stateside for Pepper's sake.

If only...

Now, while he least suspects it, the dream maker shall strike once more.

What was that noise?

Nothing here.

I have a sense of lurking danger.

Friends and dynamals.

This is madness.

Last time I saw you, it was in a dream.

But this time, I'm wide awake.

No, I must be dreamy again.

It's the only explanation that makes sense.

But...

I'm coated with a thick layer of ice.

Jack Frost.

I've got to punch my way free before the ice hardens.

A gantrous! No, it can't be!

A gantrous robot from outer space.

I smashed him years ago.

He can't return.

My flying jets are iced up.

Can't dodge that boulder.

Have to use transistorized power.

I did it.

But it took every ounce of electronic energy.

Clinging for his life at the cliff's edge,

how long can Iron Man survive the endless supervillain attacks?

The mysterious melter.

How many other old enemies will I meet here?

I've got to move fast before his deadly beam touches me.

From acting with the speed of a true Avenger,

the valiant golden gladiator shifts his weight,

swinging his body in a death-defying arm.

This has to work. I won't get a second chance.

And work it does.

At ease, fella. Lucky for you, I'm not wearing hobnails.

I'll take that melter ray and swap it for an iron fist.

It's like some fantastic dream.

Where are they all coming from?

Another attack? It's...

Oh, no, not him.

The Black Knight.

Impossible.

I turned you over to the police less than a month ago.

Don't forget. Anything is possible in a dream.

Just time to reach into my compartment

before he strikes with a multi-powered lance.

There. That smoke bomb will blind him long enough for me to plan my next move.

This solely delays the inevitable Iron Man.

While he rants and raves, I'll turn my heat apparatus to full power,

directing it at my feet.

At last, I can fly again.

Now, as the smoke begins to clear...

Okay, my little tin soldier, I want the truth out of you about all this.

Never. And you're not in the clear yet.

Look behind you.

Let me see what you mean.

The gang's all here, eh?

I'll seize her man's pasture with my bare hand.

I'll bring him closer with an ice barrow.

Don't just talk, you two. Do it. And fast.

But just as the frozen menace begins his attack,

Iron Man hurls the Black Knight into the icy stream.

Thanks for the assist, Jackie boy.

You frigid fool!

You froze me instead of him!

Meanwhile, at his view screen, we find...

Not the way I planned it at all.

He was to realize it was a dream and not fight back.

Hi, big stuff. Want to reach out and grab me, eh?

Here's your big chance.

Sorry you've been the best little fella.

But my super heat ray beam will rekindle our friendship.

And you, too.

No, no, no!

Turn man heat ray beam off of me.

Be glad to, after I destroy your portable ice maker.

And, um, you haven't beaten me yet.

The Crimson Dynamo, careless of me to have forgotten him.

My eventable blasts will finish you off forever.

Gaining power from your transistorized circuits.

Not if my repulsor ray can send a blast right back.

It's coupled like this.

The energy is at the peak of its power. I can hold off an army.

My armor is stronger than his. My repulsors are, too.

He's my interior and weaponry. Everyone is.

But a real aura dream. Crimson Dynamo is finished.

And in a far distant lab?

I cannot fail now.

One blasting surge of power from my machine

will annihilate him. And thousands of enemies

shall overwhelm him should the machine fail.

He must be beaten.

I, the dream master, can do anything.

More power.

More!

Short circuit.

Machine can't take it. No! No!

And at that exact split second, in a little cottage in Ireland,

I was right. It was just a dream I must have dozed again.

That's happy on the phone. Transatlantic, too.

Say, do you suppose?

Pepper, if you want me enough to pay for a transatlantic phone call,

I guess I will come back.

How about that? Pepper did my job for me while I took a nap.

Easiest errand I ever undertook.

And so, within the business-like arms manufacturing complex

of Stark Enterprises, there are other arms.

Arms of comfort and welcoming warmth.

So glad to have you back, Hap. We missed you around here.

If only she meant that. If only she loved me the way she loved Stark.

I never would have left.

Look who's back, Mr. Stark.

Say, glad to see you, Hap.

Sorry to have been such a prima donna, boss, but I couldn't stay away.

We wouldn't let you, fella. Let's get to work.

Obviously, Iron Man is impervious to destruction

by such means as I've heretofore been able to devise.

A more deadly plan is required, and I have just such a plan.

More deadly than a nightmare attack by murderous supervillains?

What is in store for Iron Man?

No.

In far-off Monte Carlo, the wheels of fortune spin dangerously for Iron Man.

I must have time, Count Meferi. I've cabled my cousin, Tony Stark.

You want your gambling tits wiped out?

I want Stark's bodyguard Iron Man wiped out.

Do I make myself clear?

Very clear.

And so, a few days later, in Tony Stark's office...

Happy, this is my cousin Morgan. Show him around, will you?

At least I'll meet you, Morgan. Glad to show you around.

So, the evil scheme of Count Meferi begins to unfold.

Look there, Tony boy. I may be late for my date if that's what I think it is at the end.

Aha! He's taken the bait. Count Meferi will be pleased.

There's no time to alert CIA. But to look around myself, I'd investigate as Iron Man.

A rocket is emitting a strange glow.

Great. Stark has called Iron Man, just as the Count said he would.

Negative reading. Rocket not radioactive. Let's see if anyone's aboard.

It's ticking. Better get the bomb squad.

Within minutes, Iron Man changes back to Tony Stark and returns with help. Only to find...

What I tell you, it was standing right here. I touched it.

No sign of anything, anywhere.

Inspector, there's a spaceman behind you.

Where? I don't see anything.

We've trapped those watts for hours and a nut or bolt from your spaceship.

Am I going mad?

Meanwhile, a few hundred yards away...

The Count's vision projector is one remarkable instrument.

We understand Mr. Stark has quite an incredible yarn.

Exne, boss isn't talking to the press.

But at that very instant...

Half in here, on the double. Bring those reporters.

There was a huge flying saucer outside my window. It just vanished.

He's responsible for the weapons to protect us from all the other nuts in the world?

Am I cracking up?

No, I won't believe it. I can't believe it.

Later, as Iron Man, there must be an answer. Somewhere.

I anticipated my dear cousin's call for Iron Man. This echo ray should baffle him.

Something up there may give me a clue.

Say, I fired only once, but there are two signals in the sky.

I defy anyone to say I'm seeing things this time. And nobody could dream of carriages like those.

Hey, those guys are the real McCoy.

Is he?

Have landed. Proceeding as planned.

Huh? An earth man. Blast him.

Oh, we know hallucination this time.

If earth man escapes, we return to moon in disgrace after him.

Keep them at close quarters. They can't use their blast guns.

That's it. Hold him.

I should crush him with ease, but my strength is of no avail.

That idiotic, incompetent Morgan. I rule the day I ever put my plan to destroy Iron Man into his bungling hens.

We must get on with mission. Before earth creatures fire another rocket into moon.

If they won't get lost, I will. Now's my chance to use my vehicle ejector.

Fantastic. Is it part of a devious scheme the Count is playing? Unknown to me?

Earth man fought with noble vigor, taken to moon ship.

What sorcery is this?

At this crucial moment, cousin Morgan really puts his work on.

Behold, another species of earth man who take him.

But before the merciless alien can squeeze his trigger, between cousin Morgan and the attacker's drops, an impregnable shield.

Authorities will soon be here. There's ample evidence Tony Stark was seen. By the way, Morgan, what were you doing here when the moon men found you?

Well, naturally, I had an interest in my cousin's welfare.

Okay, then here's your chance to tell what you saw to the CIA and the FBI.

So, minutes later? No doubt about it, this crater verifies your story, Morgan.

Cousin, the best way I can show my gratitude for all you've done for and to me, is to send you back to Monte Carlo, in my private plane, to be sure you get the treatment you deserve.

And so, despite cousin Morgan's frantic protests...

The Count is waiting. He's very disturbed. He's not used to failures.

Come in, my dear Morgan. Do come in.

Tony Stark makes you feel he's a cool exec with the hottest deer.