All language subtitles for SuperMansion.S02E08_English

-I conquer these lands
in the name of House Titanium!

Hee-yah!

-Mother: Rex?
Where's my magma?

-(sighs)
-My zinc is getting cold!

-How much fucking zinc
can one woman drink?

-Careful, brother.
Father hears you
talking like that

and you'll find your ass
tumble-polished by his fist.

-Dax! You're back!

-Quartz Mites
of the Third Underrealm

were far easier to conquer
than we thought.

Turns out
they were blind, mostly.

Probably gonna have my bard,
Liplore, leave that part out.

-Awesome! When do I get
to start slaughtering the blind
like you, brother?

-Rex, you know
only the eldest son
joins the warrior class.

You're destined
to be an explorer.

-Great.
-Hey, without explorers,

we'd never find
blind Quartz People
to enslave and slaughter.

Sure, most explorers are sent
in search of the surface,

a perilous journey
to a land that probably
doesn't exist.

But, you know,
what a way to go.

-I guess.
Unless...

For the seat at the head
of House Titanium...

-Don't.
-...I challenge you
to a blood duel-- (grunts)

-The blood duel
is not a joke, Rex.

A challenge spoken,
even in jest, must end
in one of our deaths.

Now smile. And remember,
brother, it is better

to be Subtopian slave
than a free Quartz Mite.

These markings are from Rex's
drillpod.

He came this way.
My brother is close!

You will sing songs
of this day, Liplore.

-Yes, my master.

Oh, oh! Oh, you mean right now.
Yes. (clears throat)

* I sing the tale
of Dax the Great *

* And a brother lost to fate

* Dax searched for years
to find his way *

* And make his brother's
captors pay *

(theme music playing)

(grunting)

(screeches)

-So what's everyone
got goin' on today?

-Why?
-This book of Portia's
I'm readin' with my ears

says you should start every day
by announcing your intention.

-You know, in my day,
we read with our eyes.

-Ranger, in your day,
people drowned kittens

just to save a trip
to the pound.

Every time I start a sentence
with "In my day,"

I seem to take a fastball
right in the face.

-So, Cooch,
what is your intention?

-I'd like to be very vocal
about the fact that today,

I'm gonna be buildin'
a potato gun.

-That is... inspirational.
What the hell?

-Don't let it hit the ground!
-Ow!

-Aah! I can't touch it again!
Hurry, Courtney!

-Got it! (laughs)
-(laughs)

-That's enough!

-Is it too late
to change my intention?

I want in on the game!

-(balloon pops)
-(screeches)

-Oh, come on!
-Why? Why?

-Saturn, how long is
this sleepover behavior

between you and Courtney
going to last?

-Not long. Courtney and I
are moving out of the mansion.

-Black Saturn/Courtney:
What?

-You're leaving?
I thought you were happy here!

-I'm happy when I'm helpin',
Rex. But Zenith is out
of commission.

And my ideas
to rebrand the League arguably
did more harm than good.

-What? You mean the movie
based on my life that fell apart

and the theme pizza restaurant
that exploded?

-Okay, I get it.
Not my best ideas.

I know I've been a bust.
But helping Ranger smooth things
over with Gloria reminded me

that I can help people,
and the best way to do that
is through my show.

-Uh, Rex, do something!
I need Courtney!
He's my sidekick!

-I say who's on this team,
and that only includes
professional superheroes!

-So you're saying,
if I can get Courtney trained
to a professional level,

you'll let him join the team,
no questions asked.

-No!
-Oh, Rex, you won't
regret this, I promise!

-Come on, Courtney. Whoo!
-Yeah, this is gonna be great!

-Portia, please.
-Rex! You need to see this!

-Newscaster:
Trouble in Storm City,

as two unknown supervillains
rampage through the city.

One of the villains appears
to be dressed as a younger,

substantially more attractive
version of Titanium Rex.

-Wow! He looks great!

-For once, we're
in total agreement.

-What do you make of it, Rex?

Rex?

-No, but Rex does look
like shit compared
to this guy, right?

-Oh, yeah.

-(rapid gunfire)

-(laughing)

These are your weapons?

My flesh is tempered
in the Valley of the Core.

-Okay, I'm just gonna be
dead honest.

We don't love how our bullets
are just bouncin' off
your chest.

What do you want?
-I want to know what became
of Rex of House Titanium.

-Titanium Rex? He fights
for the US government!

-They've enslaved him
in their combat pits!
Prepare to die!

-(whirring)

-(grunts)

-Rex?
-Hello, Dax.

-(laughing)

-I thought this day
would never come.
-Oh, it's so good to see you.

-Dear God, what happened
to your face?
-(laughs)

Okay, that's a funny story.

-A funny story?
And your-- and your face
is a punchline?

I should hope not.
What have you done to him?

-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
No. No one did anything
to anyone.

This is my home now, Dax,
and-- and these are my people.

-So you've enslaved them
already. Excellent!

-Oh! Uh, yeah, no.
I wouldn't exactly
say it that way.

-Titanium Rex,
do you know this man?

-Yes, this is Dax.

He's my brother.

-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Brother?

-Was that absolutely necessary?

-I don't get a chance
to do that often, so...
Sorry. Way too broad.

-Wrap it up, amigos!

It was all just
one big misunderstanding.

-So you retain
the energy of the Earth's
electromagnetic field?

-Yes. But we didn't evolve
to be this far away
from the Core.

The aging process
is sped up exponentially.

-So this is age.
There wasn't, uh, some sort
of horrific accident

involving battery acid?

-Uh, no.
-There was not a battle,

with all of Earth's armies
fought directly on your face.

-Nope.
-And you're cool
just walking around like this.

-No thought of a mask?
-No!

-Hey, Master.
Shall I block him
from your view?

-No. I've faced worse,
though that face
is top-five material.

Rex, you remember
Liplore, my bard?

-Oh, yes. I take it you're still
doing the whole enslaving
other cultures thing?

-Oh, yeah. Big-time.
-And I would love to hear

how you enslaved the surface
on your own.

And why? Was your
war beacon damaged, or--

-Uh, that's a long story, Dax.
It-- It's complicated.

-I should say so!
The land animals walk around
as if free.

No worry.
Once I've activated
our war beacon,

the council will decide
how best to put them to use.

-Dax, before you do that,
let me show you around a bit.

I think you'll find
the situation is a little more
nuanced than you think.

-I hope you haven't been away
from Subtopia for too long, Rex.

But please, if you have
something to show,
lead the way.

Seriously, I would prefer
to walk behind you.

Your face is--
it's too much for me.

-Hey, Portia.
Uh, got a minute?

In my day, a man
only got a chance
to talk about his feelings

if he was on the battlefield
looking for his legs.

And even then, I'd probably
call him a pussy.

Now, I realize this is going
to be as strange

as if the Lincoln Monument
itself suddenly stood up

and told you
he "like liked" you.

But no matter
what your senses tell you--

-You have feelings
for me, Ranger.

-How long were you going
to let me talk?

I was just vamping there
towards the end.

-I have to admit, Ranger,

I've enjoyed spending time
with you. And Agony.

-Don't know what
he has to do with it.

-But the truth is,
I'm in a relationship with a man

who apparently
has been using his luggage
to hide a candy hoard.

-Do you ever think
that maybe you could
do better?

-Now you're
sounding like my mama.
But I can't leave Courtney.

The man doesn't brush his teeth
unless I tell him to.

And when you eat like this...

I'm sorry, Ranger.
It is what it is.

Roger, roger.
Over and out.

-We need to convince Rex
you are a legitimate superhero.

You'll need a dark backstory.

-Like being raised
with money in a loving,
two-parent household?

-Look! Not a day goes by
I don't wish my parents
were both gunned down

in an alley in front
of me, but that didn't happen,
and I'm doing the best I can!

-I was talkin' about myself.

-Oh! Sorry!
I love my parents very much.

Okay. You've gotta
have something in your past.

-I was a valet.
-Great.

-For 20 years.

-That's certainly disturbing.

What about
athletic abilities?

-If you watched me
keep a balloon in play
for 45 minutes this morning

and still have to ask that,
I'm outta here!

-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
I'm on your team, Ringler.

But that's not gonna
be enough for Rex.
Now think!

-Cool, cool, cool.

Another game
to get the juices goin'?
-Uh, nah.

-Whoop! (laughs)

-So, this is your palace.

I thought there'd
be more servants.

-Well, you only need one
when you've got Marjorie.

Isn't that right, Marjorie?

-Marjorie's in Cabo
for the week.

-Cabo. Is that some sort
of punishment?
-Absolutely.

-Well, perhaps you
will find yourself in Cabo

for addressing a Subtopian
while standing, slave.

-Uh, American Ranger
is not my slave.

-Thank you.

-He is... my jester.
-Okay.

-(chuckles)
I suppose he does
look quite foolish.

-Hello, my name is Robobot.
-You are touching me, machine!

-Fantastic. He's
an asshole, guys. Careful.

-Is this how you run
your kingdom, Rex?

Where is the order?

-Dax, please.
I-- I-- I can assure you,

I have everything
completely under control.

-Get the hell out of my way!
(grunts) Courtney! The lava!

-(growls)

-The floor is... lava.

The floor is lava.

-Hmm.

-Hey, dude.
What you buildin'?

-A war beacon.
I'm sorry. When it is complete,
your civilization will be lost.

-Cool. I built a potato gun.
-Okay.

-(thuds)
-Ohh! Son of a bitch!

Okay, I'm crying now.

-Whoa! Are those lava tears?

-Oh, yeah. Big-time.
-What's your name?

-I was robbed of my real name
by my masters.

But my Subtopian name
is Liplore.

-What's your real name?

-Chudrick, which I get
isn't great, but, uh...

You know, I'm really busy
building this war beacon.

-What's with the collar?

-If I am lax in my duty
as a slave,

my master has only to push
a button to end my life.

-Hey, you wanna
blow off the war beacon
and make quesadillas?

-Okay, either you didn't
understand what I just said,

or you want to see
my head explode.

-Uh... I think
it's that first one.

-That's good.

-I should have known
my little brother

lacked the mettle to lead
and the competence

to send a signal
to the war council.

-You caught me
on a bad day, Dax.

(stammers) Let's keep
the war council out of it, okay?

-(doors slam open)
-Well, well, well.

It might be time
to get a monocle,
because I'm seein' double.

-You told us you were
the only Subtopian in town, Rex.

-By what authority
do you question a son
of House Titanium?

-While any of you
live in this house,

you are bought and paid for
by the United States Senate!

-(scoffs) The US Senate wishes
to enslave House Titanium?

-Not exactly what I said.

-The time for words is over.

-What do you think you're doin'?

-(grunts)

-Oh!

-Something I should've done
a long time ago.

Any other Skywatchers
have any questions

about who's
in charge here?

Because I will be wiping
all of you off of my boot

if you don't start showing me
some goddamn respect!

-There is Subtopian blood
flowing through your body, Rex.

Less so, your face,
but, uh, let's not labor
that issue.

Carry on.

Watch out, bunghole.
-(grunts)

-Anything you'd like
to tell us, Rex?

-You know, something tells me
you haven't been quite honest
with us about Subtopia, Rex.

Something as in Dax
ripping my goddamn arm off

and talking about
enslaving humanity.

-I've got something
to tell all of you.

-Gonna file
that under "no shit."

-Agony! What the hell
is goin' on down here?

-Ooh, Agony went crazy.
Said some very anti-woman,
anti-talk show things.

If you need a hug, I'm here.

-Wait. What-- What did I do?

-You, uh, uh,
slipped on a... thing.

Look, gather around here.

Sergeant, you should hear
this, too.

When I arrived on the surface,
many years ago,

I told everyone I was
a lost explorer from Subtopia.

What I've never told anyone
is Subtopia is a harsh,
warlike society.

They send explorers like me
out to find new lands
to conquer.

I was blood-bound to send
my navigation coordinates

back home
to signal the invasion.

I didn't come here
to save humanity.

I came here to enslave it.

But I couldn't live with that.

I disobeyed my orders,

let them assume I was dead,

and covered my tracks
as best I could.

I wasn't counting on Dax
dedicating his life
to finding me.

Now the whole world
is in danger.

-Dear God, Rex.

-So you're really a traitor
to both Earth and Subtopia.

-Thank you for that, Courtney.

-You're right, Rex.
We need all the help
we can get,

so if I can just
get your John Hancock
right here.

-What's this?
-Just says Courtney's
a real hero

and a member of the League.
You know, standard stuff.

-I'm not going to let Courtney
in the League!

-Cooch:
Fire in the hole!

-(thuds)
-Ow!

Can everyone cut their shit
for five seconds?

If Dax activates a war beacon
and sends Subtopia a route
to the surface,

our very way of life
is at risk!

-Oh, you're
probably not gonna
wanna go outside, then.

*

-* We need a beacon

* We're holding out
for a beacon *

* Pumping into the ground

* It's got to be strong
and it's got to go long *

* And it's got
to bring our armies around *

* We need a beacon

-That's enough, Liplore.

-Dax, stop!

-I know it was a killer
song, Rex.

But there are more
where that came from.

-I can't let you activate
that beacon.

-Can't let me?

What's going on here?

-These creatures
might look like so much
human garbage to you.

Hell, they did to me
for the first couple of years.

And yeah, they're weak.
And yes, they're stupid.

But they are mine.
-Killer pep talk, Rex.

-My God, Rex.
You've gone full native!

You're not... sleeping
with them, are you?

-No! Of course not.

Okay, fine. Yes.

The surface was a swimming pool
full of tail, and I've been
doing cannonballs nonstop

for nearly a hundred years!

-Uh, but, um, excuse me.
Real quick, though.

He hasn't had sex
with all of us.

-When I saw how old
and unimpressive you'd become,

I wished I'd never
found my brother.

I guess my wish came true.
-Dax, please, don't.

-Try to stop me.

-(sighs)

(grunts)

-Subdue the humans!
Rex is mine.

-(shouting)

-Wait, wait, wait.
I'm-- I'm not part
of the team! Aah!

-Damn it! Someone
buy me time to reload!

-I'm sorry.
I have no choice.
-Aah!

-This is
for your own good, brother!

You'll thank me later!
-Mind if I cut in?

-Fuck does that mean?

-Ow!

Just had to tap him
on the shoulder first!

You know I was just trying
to impress you!

-I know.

-Time for you
to get in the game, rookie.

-(clangs)
-Son of a bitch!

-(shouts)

-(thuds)
-Aah!

-Dax, please.
I swore I'd protect them.

-Do they know you swore
to enslave them first?

Maybe they should!
-(thuds)

-Senator:
"Oliver's loins emitted
a thick musk

that stung the nose
and settled on the tongue."

-Oh, point of order!
This has become obscene!

-I can filibuster
however I want!

-(clattering)

-Titanium Rex came
to make all of humanity
our slaves

but was made to bow
before the Senate.

Now you will bow!
And later, we'll hear
a song about it.

Don't worry. I-- I know a guy.

-So those are pretty much
the ground rules.

Pretty simple, right?
You respect me,

I will respect you,
and you get to live
until your public executions.

-I shouldn't be here, man!
Help me get this costume off!

-So that's your boyfriend?

-It's complicated.
-Looks pretty simple to me.

You gave up on being a superhero
and made millions of dollars
on TV.

But a part of you felt bad,
like you didn't deserve
to be happy.

And that part found Courtney.

-I have advice for you,
too, Portia!

Life lesson. Life lesson.
Quick, look over here!

-(groans)
What are you doing?

-It's not what I'm doing.

It's what you're going to do.

And the whole world
will see what you really are.

-I don't believe it, either,
ladies and gentlemen,

but Titanium Rex
appears to have been
a vanguard

for a Subtopian invasion force.

-No!

-There's nothing you can do!

-Yes, there is.
For the seat at the head
of House Titanium...

-Rex, no!
-...I challenge you
to the blood duel...

-No!
-...of Chalatar!

-You know what this means.
By my honor, I cannot rest
until I slay you,

my baby brother!
-I know.

-* Come one

* Come all

* The warriors stand tall

* One will live
and one will fall *

* Subtopia

* Subtopia

* Subtopia

-Is it me or is Liplore
singin' the shit out
of that bloodmatch song?

* And Liplore
he did sing the song *

* And panties dropped,
from brief to thong *

* Liplore's song
was popping *

* All the girls were sopping

* Juices needed mopping--

-Liplore! You don't riff
on the goddamn
bloodmatch song.

-Yes, my lord.

-So it begins.

-(sighs)

-That rock monster
looks sad.

Why does he let Dax
talk to him like that?

-If he doesn't, that collar
will blow his head off.

-Oh, that's terrible.
He looks like he could
use a good cry.

-Yeah, that might be a bad idea,
what with his lava tears.

-Lava tears?

Hmm... Liplore?

-What is it, prisoner?

-I heard you sing.
It was beautiful.

That's the voice
of a free spirit.

-I... I used to herd
rock goats.

-Go on.
You're in a safe place, Liplore.

-I... would write poems
to the goats.

-Aw, you miss them, don't you?
Recite one for me.

-(gasps)
Oh, goats, my goats,

The only friends I keep.

Oh, goats, my goats,
way too cold to sleep.

Oh, goats, my goats,
I, the hand, and you,
the glove,

Oh, goats, my goats,
let us make sweet, sweet...

(sobbing)

-Let's all just be happy
he didn't finish that.

-I mean a lotta things
rhyme with "glove."

-(Liplore sobbing)

Liplore is free.

-That you are!
Care to return the favor?

-(grunting)

Dax, you don't have
to do this.

-I do, Rex.
That is the meaning
of honor.

-Not when it makes you kill
something you love.

-What good is honor
if it is left at home?

Damn you for making me
kill you!

(grunts)

Liplore!

-My name... is Chudrick!

-Chudrick means "goat fucker."
I was doing you a favor.

-Oh, yeah, thank you for that.
I guess Liplore is better.

-(thuds)
-(grunts)

-Huh?

-Ringler! The key!

-What?
-The beacon is lava!
The beacon is lava!

-No!

-Yes!

-Ah-ha-ha!

-Goddamn it!
-(grunts)

-Twenty years of valet
parking, baby!

-Twenty years? Jesus.

-You okay, Rex?

-Cooch. How?

-It was Portia.
She talked some sense
into Liplore.

He even gave me back
my potato gun.

-Thank you, Portia.

-I'm here to help.

-We need to move Dax
to a fortified cell
before he can--

No! You must finish him,
for he is honor bound
to hunt you

for the rest of his days.

It is the Subtopian way.

-It's not my way.

-You did it, Rex.
You kicked his ass.

-Whoo! I'm mighty proud
of you, Rex.
-Yes!

-Just a quick signature.
-Nobody move!

-Wait!

-Open fire!
Titanium Rex is a traitor
to Planet Earth!

-That's bullshit!
League, circle up!

-No!

No, they're...
they're right.

I am a double agent!

-What are you doing?

-There's only one way
to end this without all of you
getting hurt.

I would have loved to have
enslaved you all!

But I am not strong enough, yet!

-Rex.
-Give this some thought.

-Aah!
-(grunts)

-(gasps)
-(sighs)

-What are you doing, Rex?
-I'm sorry, Cooch.
But it's the only way.

-No. No, you can't leave!

-I hope you know
what you're doing, Rex.

-Where's he gonna go?

-Portia:
I don't know, baby.

I don't know.

*

-(monkey chitters)
-Stupid monkey.