All language subtitles for SuperMansion.S02E09_English

-(phone ringing)

-You weren't really
on the League of Freedom.
-Yes, I was, Sandra.

-(laughs) Oh, I know.
I'm just having fun with you.

-Yeah, it's a real blast.
Look, I get it.

You're robo-curious,
and you want to make
daddy angry.

-Oh, n-- no, no. You--
You got the wrong idea.

I'm legitimately curious
about what happened
to the League.

-Cool, the story's
a real pick-me-up.

Rex was assumed
to be a Subtopian spy,

leading to the shutdown
of the League,

and we're barred
from superheroing
for three years.

This is the point
I would run out of the room
sobbing if robots could cry.

-I am gonna (bleeps) that robot.

-Hey, Robobot.
You caught up on "Thrones"?

-Three eps behind,
don't say a word.

-Robobot! You know
I'm not supposed to show you
this stuff! You're a temp!

-Oh, I'm sorry. I'll leave.
Wouldn't want to...

(emphatically)
shake things up.

-(laughs)
-Yeah, I thought
you'd like that.

What are we looking at?
-Check this out.

-(beeps)
-More deep tectonic shifts
along the Nazca Plate.

-Any drill rigs in the area?

-Nothing that could move
along the fault line
at these speeds.

-(beeping)

-Subtopians.
-Like Titanium Rex?
Does he know?

-I wish I could answer that.

No one knows where Rex is.

-(birds cawing)

-(chopping)

-Don't the new guy know
it's break time?

Why he still chopping?
-That boy ain't chopping wood.

He's beating off his demons.

That was a poor choice of words.
He's got a fire inside him,
is-- is the point.

-(dramatic music plays)

-(theme music playing)

-(grunting)

-(screeches)

-Agony:
And then we loop back around,

and we are back in the foyer.

Now, what do we think? We want--
you want to put in the offer?

-What part
of "reasonably priced,

low-maintenance condo"
didn't you understand?

-Tell you what.
I'm gonna do you a solid

and e-mail you listings
for the next five years.
-(door opens)

-We'll find you
something-- Robobot!
-(door closes)

-What the hell
are you doing here?
-I could ask you the same thing.

-I'm selling the place.
Got my real-estate license!

-So that's it, then?
The government is really
giving up on the League.

-You just said a mouthful
of very true words.

-Is anyone left?
-I think Marjorie
holed up in the attic.

-I'd like to use
the mansion's computer

to track the League's
whereabouts.

No one has seen them in months.
-Go ahead.

-(glass shatters)
-Marjorie! I told you to pack
your shit and get out!

-(beeping)
-If the team are all
responsible adults like me,

they should be easy
to track and-- what's this?

-Robobot, if you're
watching this, it means
I've left the League...

-Rex!
-...which either
means I'm dead

or something's gone
terribly, terribly wrong.

There are things
you need to know.

-(grunts)

-I'll never get over
how much wood you cut
with one hand, Jack.

-Jack! Jack Lumber!
-Huh?

-What's the matter?
And don't you know
your own name?

-Oh, sorry.
My mind was elsewhere.

-Been wanting to ask you, Jack,
what happened to your hand?

-Oh, this?
A little memento
from my other life,

a life I left behind.

-Could we get
just a hair more information
about the hand?

-It's an aggressively
large cast.

-Fine. I was mangled
by a grizzly bear.
Does that help?

-Yeah.
-I'm-- I'm good.
I think we got it.

-You boys cut
all this tree yourselves?

-Well, actually,
it was mostly--
-It was all three of us.

-Well, I sure do appreciate it.
Now, head on home
to your families.

There's more to life
than just lumberjacking.

-Thanks, Jack. You know what?
We make a great team.

-I'll do all the work
and share the credit,

but I don't have a team.
Is that clear?

-Let's all relax.
We got a good thing going here.

Old Pappy pays us a fair wage
and treats us like family,

not the degenerate pieces
of shit we are.

-Now, Deek, that's your issue.

-I know, Grizz,
and I'm working on it.

-See you around, guys.
-It ain't healthy spending

all your free time alone, Jack.

-(melancholy music playing)
-Ah, believe me, Grizz,
it's better this way.

-I don't care what
the bank says, Rector!

I'm not selling
to a lumber baron

who's gonna slash my men's wages
and work 'em to the bone.

-You sure about that, huh?
It'd be a shame if something bad
happened to your place.

-Now, I know
you're not threatening me.
-Torch the place!

-Whoa, whoa.
No, no. Okay, okay, okay.

We played cards.
You called my bluff.

Just give me a little bit
of time to think about it?

-Sure. Six hours,
and the clock starts now.
-(twig snaps)

-Whoa! What are you looking at,
backwards Gandalf?

-Nothing.
I don't want any trouble.
-Then stay away from me.

Let's go, boys.
Marcus Rector out.

-Pappy? Everything okay?

Oh, yeah, everything's
peachy-keen, jelly bean...

(laughs)
as long as our three-men crew

can clear-cut
4,000 acres of forest
in the next day and a half.

-(country music playing)
-You had your unemployment check
sent to the bar?

-(drunkenly)
Throw it in the garbage.

American Ranger doesn't suckle
from U-Uncle Sam's teat!

How much-- How much
are these chicken wings?
-10.99.

-10.9-- Give me that thing!
-Robobot: Excuse me.

Has anyone seen
American Ranger?

-No, they haven't,
not since he found out his...

(slurping)
best friend was
a Subtopian spy.

-Rex protected us
from his people as long
as he could.

-(voice breaking)
And then the coward disappeared
without so much as a goodbye.

-(microphone feedback)
-Excuse me. I'm up.

-Karaoke starts in 15--
-Shut up!

"America, 'Tis of Thee"
in five, two, one.

* My country tis of thee

* Took a big dump on me

* $10 wings

* Land where my hope has died
-Okay, I'm shutting this down.

-(crying)
* Land where
my best friend lied *

(grunts)

-(dogs barking)
-How'd you end up
in the pound, Cooch?

-I didn't know where else
to go, and I heard this place
took in strays.

-Cooch, it's time.

-Cool! My turn to take a nap.
See you guys around.

-Cooch, this is
a 100% kill facility.

This man is here
to slaughter you.
-Wait a minute.

You said I could sleep here
as long as I want.

-We said we'd put you
to sleep "forever."

-Same (bleeps) thing!
-(gagging)

-Come on, everyone.
We're getting out of here.

-Hey, you know what?
You go to hell.

-(keys clink)
-Hey, dillweed!

We need to talk to you!

-You guys already
got Portia to break up with me.
What else do you want?

Wait, you want me
back on the team.

(laughs)
Well, I hope you like
vicious bidding wars

with hotel management,
because there is --
-Shut it up! Where's Saturn?

-Oh, well, I'm not
really supposed to tell
you guys. Hmm, hmm?

-How about we don't break
your fingers inst-- instead?

I'm sorry. I'm very drunk.
-Courtney, by telling us
where Saturn is,

you could quite possibly
be saving the world.

-Save the world
or park this Miata?
-(suspenseful music plays)

-Okay, I'll do it,
but I got to warn you,
it's pretty ugly.

-The bastard thinks he can
get away from me that easily?

Not a goddamn chance.
-(door opens)

-He's in here.
-Mom! What the hell?

-Your friends are here.
Maybe they can help you

(emphatically)
get a job!

-Not in front of my team!
-(lock clicks)

-Damn, dude!
Internet checkers?

-I'm sorry you had
to see me like this.

I know you all look up to me
as a leader. Well, guess what?

The Easter Bunny isn't real,
the Wizard of Oz is just a man,

and Black Saturn has
moved back in with his parents!

-Rex's disappearance
hurt all of us,

but even though
the world doesn't know it yet,

they still need the League.
-He's not taking "no"
for an answer!

There are an awful lot
of wadded-up tissues
on the floor.

What, do you have a cold?

-I do not.

-Okay. Put on some pants!

We're getting the (bleeps)
out of here. Gingerly, people.

-(grunts)

-(country music playing)
-This is the life, Grizz--

a cold, cold beer
and a flushable toilet.

No comment?
Okay, you just gonna
leave me hanging?

-Jack! Jack Lumber!

I thought
you didn't fraternize
with your coworkers.

-Just grabbing a drink, Grizz.

Got some memories
that won't stay buried.

-A mug of Jasper's
Mud Bark Ale will tamp
'em down nicely.

-This ain't Jasper's place
anymore, Deek.

He sold it to Rector.
-Oh, that's right.

-You got any family, Jack?

-None that I would want
to talk about.

Can we change the subject?

-Ever butt-chugged a beer?

-My family and I
never saw eye to eye,

so I left when I was young.

Made a new one for myself,
but ended up letting them down.

-(door slams open)
-Well, what do we have here?

-Oh, no.
What's Elton doing here?

-Who?
-Marcus Rector's son.

Fancies himself a lumberjack
just because his daddy bought up
half the valley.

-Haven't seen you around,
sad, anorexic Santa.

Oh, what's the matter?
Nobody believe in you anymore?

-Something like that.

-Careful, Elton.
We don't work for your daddy.

-Looks like
that's fixin' to change.

-Just sign
the damn thing, Pappy,

so we can call it a night.
-I ain't selling!

-Start with his pinky
and work your way to his dick.

-I think it's time
for you gentlemen to leave.

-Not that
I don't like taking orders
from a denim scarecrow,

but I'm gonna
kindly ask you to piss off.

-You just made
the biggest mistake
of your life.

-Oh, oh, oh! Careful, careful!
You wouldn't want these boys

to see what you're capable of,
would ya,

(whispers)
Titanium Rex?

-What did he say, Jack?
-No-- Nothing.

I-I should be going.

-(melancholy music playing)

-You see that, Pappy, huh?

Your men don't have
any fight left in them.

-I'd put anyone in my crew
up against any one of yours!

-Look, I'm a fair man.
How about we handle this
the old-fashioned way?

If one of your men
can out-chop my son,
I'll leave you be.

If not, your business is mine.

-Now, in this scenario,
do you break all my fingers
and my dick?

-No dick-breaking.
-If Grizz can't out-chop Elton,

then I ain't got
no business lumberjacking.

-Oh! Oh, I wasn't talking
about Elton.

I was talking about
my other son, Billy Joel.
-(growls)

-(ominous music plays)

-Ha! Me and the missus
were big music fans in the '80s,

if you're wondering
about the names.

-You're probably all wondering
why I've reassembled the League.

-(drunkenly)
I was perfectly happy
in that bar!

At least I had my music.
* Oh, beau--

-No, stop.
-Oh, you're in here?

-Yeah.
-Uh, do you need
the whole room?

-That's why I booked it, Lisa.
-Okay, sorry.

-What are we doing here?
We all know we're nothing
without Rex!

(sobs) We're shit!
-I was doing okay.

-(mimics buzzer)
You were a valet.

-Hey, people trusted me
with their cars.

-Don't you tell me what to do!
-(group arguing)

-I knew this
was going to happen.

-(intercom beeps)
-Send her in.

-You guys wrapping up?
-No, Lisa. We are just
getting started.

-Gotcha.
Uh, if you finish early--

-I'll call you.
Portia, you can come in.

-Portia! (clears throat)
You're looking good.

I'm a singer now.
-What? No, Portia.
Over here. Look at me.

-You know what?
You all did this to yourselves.

You let Rex be your father,
and now your daddy has run off.

What you don't
understand is this--

this is an opportunity.
Each and every one
of you is a star.

You just haven't had
the chance to shine yet.

Well, now is
your time to shine,

so shine!
-She's right!

Robobot, what can the League
do for the world today?

-I'm glad you asked.
-(door opens)

-Portia, wh-wh--
where are you going?

-Oh, I thought I was done here.
-Was kind of counting on you
to keep the team motivated.

-Damn it. I have shit to do.

My ex sitting
right there, eyeballing me,
and I wanted to go.

-Okay, I'll start
with the seismic data

we recorded
when Dax arrived from Subtopia.

-So, as you can see, there's
another 3,000 square feet

down here,
maybe make a home theater,
something like that.

Okay, you wanted
to see the basement.
I showed you the basement,

so let's head upstairs
and sign the papers.

-When my people come,
you will be the first to burn.

-Okay, I-I don't like that.
I'm gonna have to sleep on it.

-Okay, but I got buyers
knocking my doors down.

-God damn it, Dax!
You are not helping.

-Not trying to.
-You keep talking like
your people coming for you,

but I saw
how Washington went down.

Rex stopped your beacon
before it had a chance
to broadcast a signal.

-What if that wasn't
my only beacon?

-Now, we both know
you only had one beacon.
-(suspenseful music playing)

-If that's what
you'd like to believe.

-Well, it is.

(clicks tongue)

-(beeps)
-Yeah, I'm gonna need
to talk to the president.

We might be looking
at an additional beacon.

That's right.
One additional beacon.

-What's the matter, Pappy?

Looks like your Dumbledore
didn't even show.

Maybe he had himself
a Quidditch match.

-Jack's his own man.
Are we gonna do this or not?

-Three challenges!
Best of three wins it all!

We start with the ax throw.

Big balls!
Big balls on my baby boy.

I'd like to see you beat that!

-Then you're gonna love this.

I ran an ax-throwing booth
at a ren fair for 15 years.

-For the-- good Lord, son.

(whispers)
That's nothing you want
to be saying out loud.

-The only conclusion I can draw
is that a Subtopian army

is following Dax's route
to the surface.

If I'm right,
Storm City is
in serious trouble.

-I'm hoping you have a plan.
-I don't, but luckily Rex--

-Hey! Just curious,
did you book the room
for the whole hour?

-Yeah.
-Because we've got
a meeting in 10 minutes.

-I got it.
-It's just that it's catered

and, well,
we'd like to set up--

-(shouting)
I booked the goddamn room, Lisa,

and I will leave
at the appointed time!

-Okay. (yelps)

-As I was saying, Rex always
knew there was a slim chance
the Subtopians would find him.

As a precaution,
he kept a fail-safe--

an Anti-Magno Rod
lethal to his people.

-(laughs)
I can't wait to see the looks
on their dumb, little faces.

-There is one problem.
Lex stole the rod months ago.

If we're going
to save our city,
we'll have to get it back.

-We have absolutely no idea
where the Injustice Club
is holed up.

-The Anti-Magno Rod
gives off a very specific form
of radiation.

-If I could track it, I could--
god damn it, Lisa! What?

-Just seeing if you were done.
-I am not! You're driving me
(bleeps) crazy, man.

-Sorry, sorry.
Let me know!

-We've been
forbidden to fight crime
by the U.S. government.

If we go after
the Injustice Club,

we'll be villains,
just like them.

-Just like them.
Saturn, you've given me an idea!

But I am not leaving this room
before my time is up.

Let's all stand quietly
for the next... 36 seconds.

-(clock ticking)

-(thumps)
-No one look at her.

-First one whose back hits
the ground loses.

-(grunting)
-Oh, oh! Oh!
(laughs)

Oh! Did I mention
that my jousting name
was Patronius

at the ren fair's
interactive stage show

for three years running?
-(groans)

-Finish him off, Grizz!

-(British accent)
The name's Patronius,

and now, in front of Camelot,
I do banish you.

-Oh, shit!
He's having a flashback!

-(chuckles)
-Grizz: And don't forget
to swing by

King Arthur's Mead
and Meats tent for-- aah!

-No! Grizz, Grizz.

-I'm sorry, King Arthur.
I've failed you.

-You maimed my man!
-Certainly looks that way!

Ba-dam! Seeing as how
the next event is

a tree-chopping contest,
I'm assuming you're forfeiting.

-We'll just see
what Deek has to say.

Oh, nope. He's running away.
We'll never catch him.

-You're our only hope.

-I'm-- I'm sorry.
I-I just can't.

-See that? Jack's not
on your team no more.

A deal's a deal. Sign here.

-It's okay, Jack.
Not everyone is born
to be a hero.

-(dramatic music plays)

-No... but some of us are.

-Oh, oh, oh! Careful, careful.

-Let's chop
some mother (bleeps)
trees down.

-The villains
have assembled here?
What happened to this place?

-They made
the fatal mistake of opening

next to an Arby's.
That's Business 101.

-Yeah, you want to give
that roast beef a wide berth.

-(coughing)
-(snoring)

-Shh, shh, shh!
Looks like it's nap time.

-Oh, Jesus. There are
Arby's wrappers everywhere.

-(squeaks)
-What?

-Holy shit! It's the League.
-(clamoring)

-We come in peace.
-Bullshit!

-Everyone relax.
We're operating outside
the law, just like you.

-God damn it, eat them!
-Look, we're about to face
a threat bigger than all of us.

If we don't join forces,
we may as well just
lay down and die.

-(laughs)
Us join you?

Without Rex,
you're an unorganized study
in incompetence.

-Lex, I know you stole
Rex's Anti-Magno Rod.

-And this story's boring.
Keep going.

-Yeah, we're gonna need
that back.

-(laughs) Oh, oh.
You do make me laugh.

How about we beat
the ever-living shit out
of you instead?

-You have
three minutes to fell
as many trees as you can.

-Too bad you only got
one hand there, Santy.

-I'll be fine, asshole.
Let's get this show on the road.

-(growling)

-Ready, set, go!

-(maniacal laughter)

-Sure you want to do that, Rex?

This really could put
a damper on your retirement.

Might have to tell everyone
who you really are.

Mm-mm-mm.

You will have nowhere
left to hide.

-I don't hear much chopping
coming from Jack's side.

-There's only a minute left!

-Marcus has
a big smile on his face.

I knew you'd see things
my way, Rex.

Hell, how about I give you
a job on my crew?

-You know, Marcus,
I hid here because
I was ashamed of myself.

But maybe being a hero
isn't about being perfect.

Maybe it's about showing up
when it counts

and, by damn,
standing up to assholes
like you will always count.

-(yelps)

No! Whoa.

-(shouts)

(shouts)
-(yells)

-(gun cocks)
-I told you not
to cross me, Rex.

Now your friends
are ding-a-ling dead.

-It's a simple rule, Marcus.

You don't threaten a superhuman
from the depths of Subtopia.

Are we clear?
-Yeah, we're clear, we're clear!

I'm leaving. I'm going.
Come on, let me go.

My lips are sealed,
baby boy.
-Jack?

-The name's Rex--
Titanium Rex.

-Well, I don't care if your name
is Skippy Skunk-Dick.

You just saved my business.

-Yeah, yeah!
-(laughs) Whoo-hoo!

-Come here, guys!
-Where will you go now, Rex?

-Look who came back.
-I was hoping y'all had
forgot about that.

-No, not a bitch move like that.

But to answer your question,
I'm not going anywhere.

I think
I've finally found peace,

and I owe it all
to my new team.

-And if they reach the surface,
that Anti-Magno Rod

might be the only thing
that can stop them.

-An army?
-Yes, of Subtopians.

You should know
how dangerous that is,
being half-Subtopian yourself.

-Hmm, the half
that came from Rex.

And now you're telling me
you need my help to kill
all of his people?

-Well, we hadn't really
discussed murder yet, but--

-I'm in!
I mean, whatever.
I'm in.

-Cool! Let's see that Rod!

-It's gone. Devizo!

-Oh, right.
Where is Devizo?

-(sniffs)
Nothing like
fresh mountain air to--

-(farting noise)
-Oh, this thing really works.

(coughs)
Oh, Jesus.

-Devizo. (groans)

-You didn't think
I'd let you get away
that easy, did you?

(laughs evilly)

-Yes, I did cancel
the open house.

Well, I thought when
I started the job at RE/MAX,

that it was understood
that the safety

of the entire world
would come first!
-(rumbling)

-Oh, hell no.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

-(dramatic music plays)

-My drill pod! You found it.

-The signal was weak
and the journey was hard,

but we are here.
So this is the surface world.

-No, no, no.
This is a shitty basement.

-Yeah, but it's got potential!
-Well, that was weird.

-(energy crackles)
-Yes, he's been trying to sell
this structure for three weeks.

Little does he know
that all of the surface

now belongs to Subtopia!

-(theme music playing)

-(monkey chatters)
-Stupid monkey!

(laughs)