Original subtitles

(THE MANDARIN SCREAMING)

My rings. They are powerless against their creators.

The dragons have played you for a fool, Mandarin.

(DRAGONS GROWLING)

- Iron Man still lives? Incompetent freak. - (GRUMBLING) Oh!

FIN FANG FOOM: Brothers, assemble.

(ROARS)

FIN FANG FOOM: Let us greet the dragon lords of Kakaranthara.

THE MANDARIN: Iron Man. The yin and yang.

You, my enemy, cannot do it alone, and neither can I.

FIN FANG FOOM: This planet, my brothers, is now ours.

IRON MAN: Not in this millennium, chili breath.

COMPUTER: End of playback.

All probable ring locations defined and inputted.

MODOK: At long last, I, warrior supreme and heir apparent of evil,

shall pursue The Mandarin's legacy, find his lost rings and rule in his stead.

So beware, sheltered world, for your armored guardian, Iron Man,

shall soon fall to his mightiest foe yet, Modok!

(LAUGHING EVILLY)

I...

I am...

I am Iron Man!

I am Iron Man!

I am Iron Man!

MODOK: Which one is yours?

(SIGHS IN DELIGHT)

This long hunt has taken many frustrating paths,

but fate has now rewarded my diligence with a ring.

Oh, yes. I feel it!

Surge through me, O power cosmic.

Feed me. Empower me!

Reveal your truths!

SLAVE MASTER: Faster, you sand rat!

(THE MANDARIN GRUNTS)

You'll have to do better than that if you expect to see another meal.

A thousand apologies, O grand one.

(THE MANDARIN GRUNTS)

(PUNCH LANDING)

(MAN CHOKING)

(HORSE NEIGHING)

(HORSE TROTTING AWAY)

(PANTING)

I can feel it! It's close!

(CHUCKLES)

You want to be with your nine little brothers, don't you?

There!

Did you get it?

I had to steal it from the Chief's daughter, on her wedding night.

The groom's looking to make a rib roast out of me.

The Chain of Destiny can only be grasped one link at a time.

I await you, Iron Man. I await you indeed.

(GASPS)

The Mandarin. He still lives!

IRON MAN: Hey, bucket head.

Your pursuit of world domination leaving you a little short on cash?

Hmm?

That ring! It's one of Mandarin's!

(GROANS)

(MODOK LAUGHING EVILLY)

(WHOOSHING)

You can just wear that ring, Modok, until death do you part.

I refuse to let that megalomaniac Mandarin ruin my reign of terror

before it even begins! Oh, no!

Find me the other rings!

THE MANDARIN: And the merchant's letter sounded so promising.

And yes, what service!

(CHUCKLING) Lulubelle's sure gonna love this.

(LAUGHING)

I believe you've just been outbid.

Holy night in County Cork, would you look at this?

Costume jewelry?

I know a chap who'll pay a punt or two for the likes of that.

(THE MANDARIN CHUCKLES)

(ALL SCREAMING)

Another ring, another nail in the coffin,

another shovel of dirt on the grave of Iron Man.

- Morning, governor. What can I... - That ring in the window.

Yes. I can see you've got a fancy for the baubles.

And I'll bet you're willing to pay right dearly for it, aren't you?

As you might guess, it's a very valuable...

I have no intention of paying for it.

- I offer a trade. - (STRAINING) And what might that be?

The ring for your life.

- It's a deal, sir! - I thought so.

(CHUCKLING)

Soon, Iron Man. Very soon now.

(LAUGHING EVILLY)

(SHUDDERS)

Fear for your life, Modok! I now lay claim to what is mine.

Hello.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

It never even occurred to me that Mandarin's rings survived the blast.

And to think Modok outmaneuvered me.

Bad form, hero. Bad form.

A point of fact, sir.

This current electrical storm has made the ion trail left by Mr. Modok's ship

all but impossible to trace.

Postulated coordinates suggest he may be in concealment

somewhere in the southern California San Jacinto mountain range.

Not so rough!

Miserable toad.

Yes, I am nearly whole again. Just two more rings elude me.

But they are out there somewhere, close. I can sense it.

And Iron Man will rue the day I find them.

Show me the new armor!

IRON MAN: Drill Mode.

ROBOT PILOT: Target lost.

IRON MAN: Correction, you lost.

Oh. Great. Perfect time to find out that Hawkeye has iron-poor blood.

I can smell my armor being dissolved.

Switching to Lava Armor.

This armor can survive an erupting volcano,

so it ought to be able to hold off a piece of liver for a while.

Okay, HOMER. Prepare armor for Space Mode.

HOMER: Surely you aren't serious. The new systems are...

IRON MAN: Let me guess, completely untested?

What kind of superhero would I be if I didn't take a few risks?

Interior seals locked. Temperature control on.

Oxygen-regen function engaged. All systems go.

(COUGHING)

Inferno Armor, modify!

Radiation Mode.

Samurai Mode.

Hmm. I must admit, impressively retrofitted. Iron Man, show yourself!

Come, armored one. Come to me!

Find yourself face to face for the final time with The Mandarin.

(LAUGHING EVILLY)

And upon what unfortunate foes has he honed

his new, over-designed fighting skills?

(INAUDIBLE)

CRIMSON DYNAMO: Iron Man, what are you doing here?

IRON MAN: Don't make me say it. I missed you.

CRIMSON DYNAMO: Fool!

IRON MAN: You and your pals launch that missile, you'll start World War III.

And from the ashes will arise a glorious worker's paradise reborn.

IRON MAN: Oh, wake up and smell the borscht, Dynamo.

People don't like rising from ashes. Drives up dry-cleaning bills.

CRIMSON DYNAMO: Contemptuous Western stooge.

Excuse me, sir. Given that the missile beneath you is about to launch,

I would recommend a quick sucker punch.

IRON MAN: My specialty.

60, 61...

Gotta get that fixed.

(METALLIC CLANKING)

Yo. Hey, I'm standing here.

- Iron Man. - IRON MAN: Drilling Armor.

(STILT MAN EXCLAIMING)

(CHUCKLING) Where's your security?

Don't you know anybody can fly in and steal this thing?

IRON MAN: Sorry, Beetle, but you're in for a hard day's night.

Now it's up to me to help you check into Sing Sing Roach Hotel.

Permanently.

Hate to break your concentration, mister, but you are trespassing.

FIREPOWER: Data error. Subject Iron Man has been deactivated.

IRON MAN: What can I tell you? We superheroes are a resilient lot.

We just keep going and going and going.

Fortunately, you were pretty easy to track down.

Just checked out the five or six Stark operations you hadn't hit yet, and voilà.

HOMER: The Exo Armor seems to be performing up to expectations, sir.

IRON MAN: Not much of a fashion statement, but yeah, it does the trick.

Helps cut down on the rug burns, too.

FIREPOWER: Cranial circuitry overload.

IRON MAN: Long as you got a headache,

here's the bellyache to go along with it.

He has become more determined than ever while I've been busy.

But even the strongest of warriors must have a weak link.

Reveal it to me!

(BEEPING)

(BEEPING)

WAR MACHINE: I don't believe it.

- That loony Aegis pushed the button. - IRON MAN: We're too late.

WAR MACHINE: He nuked the place.

(PANTING) Oh, man, I can't catch my... I can't catch my breath. I can't...

IRON MAN: No! The air's too toxic. Armor's gotta stay on.

WAR MACHINE: (WHINING) Oh, man, I can't... I just can't...

IRON MAN: No! Get a grip!

I'll slap you if I have to.

(LAUGHS)

WAR MACHINE: Gonna pull my hair, too, boss man?

(BOTH LAUGHING)

- Core levels dipping? - IRON MAN: More like diving.

Huh?

HOMER, where's my power gone?

HOMER: Heavy exertions with no solar recharging

have left your new armor nearly depleted.

I believe you're simply out of gas.

IRON MAN: And nowhere to recharge.

Divert remaining weapons power to thrusters.

(IRON MAN PANTING)

IRON MAN: Chest on fire. I got to rest.

HOMER: Stealth Mode impaired, sir. Deactivating.

Ah. So there is a defect in his armor after all.

But I feel I've overlooked something.

It would seem Iron Man has an unfortunate tendency

to betray his closest friends.

Bring into the light that which tells me this story.

HAWKE YE: I can read you like a book, Shellhead.

Figured out your game, made a list of likely targets.

Bingo. Hit the jackpot.

Why aren't you with the Force Works, Hawkeye?

Took a leave of absence. Just like you've taken leave of your senses.

- Care to talk about it? - Not really.

Figured you'd say that, too.

Good aim. Bad ordnance.

No. Look out for his...

It's just you and me, Iron Man. Like I've always wanted.

IRON MAN: Don't get in my way, Hawk. I started something that I have to finish.

Oh, it's finished, all right.

(SCREAMS)

Hawkeye, please believe me. I'm sorry.

If you think kissing up will cut it,

- you're crazy. - Crazy?

That's entirely possible.

(GROANS)

WAR MACHINE: Oh, man.

You got rust in your helmet or what? Knock it off!

IRON MAN: No! Can't stop! Must not stop!

WAR MACHINE: Man, you've really lost it.

(GASPING) No! Not again! Not the water!

No.

Now what? Don't tell me he's gonna make it rain on me.

Wait, he's not showing up on radar.

He must've activated his stinking Stealth Armor.

STINGRAY: You're in serious hot water, Iron Man.

Fired from Stark's security umbrella,

and then assaulting a Level Six Naval Command Officer

- is no laughing... - I'm working alone these days,

but believe me, Stingray,

- I don't want to fight you. - Yeah, well,

tell that to the feds when they slam your sorry butt in the brig.

IRON MAN: Hydro Armor.

I did what I thought was right for everyone.

- And so have we. - The team has discussed our options,

and we have decided that our alliance to you should come to an end.

Every team needs a leader. But leaders lead, and they don't do what you did.

And we are going to relocate Force Works.

At last, I see his Achilles' heel.

It is his obsessive need to always fight alone,

to remain the lone wolf of his kind.

Hmm.

How ironic that Iron Man wears armor around his body

as well as around his heart.

(LAUGHING)

Iron Man, our time will come. For I have written it in the stars.

HOMER: Sir, within a one-mile variance,

I have pinpointed Mr. Modok's last known whereabouts.

IRON MAN: Upload the specs to my visor.

HOMER: I advise strict precautionary measures, sir.

It is abnormal for your arrival to go unprotested.

IRON MAN: Maybe I'm just getting real good at this

clandestine offensive stuff, HOMER.

Why, I'll bet he doesn't even know I'm here!

(THE MANDARIN LAUGHING EVILLY)

Then again...

You ever get the feeling your problems are just beginning?

(THUNDERING)

THE MANDARIN: For I have written it in the stars.

I am Iron Man!

I am Iron Man!