All language subtitles for Fantastic.Four.1994.2x05.DVDRip.x264.[gd]_Subtitles03

That's it. I've done it.

I've harvested an entirely new element
from a totally unknown dimension.

Let's see. Historical precedents
dictate that I name it...

How's this? Reedium?

- It's a joke, darling.
- Try "goop", Mr Wizard.

Right now, you're going to the movies
with Johnny and me.

It'll be good for Johnny.

All he does is mope around
since he lost his girl, Crystal.

- Sitting this one out, Ben?
- Yeah.

Alicia's on her way over.
We're gonna march to my tune.

Eating munchies
and watching The Three Stooges.

Don't let anything
disturb my new discovery.

Reed.

I got lots better uses
for stretcho's gizmo

than making purple Jell-O.

Namely corn popping.

This is ten times faster
than Susie's microwave

and it pops all the kernels.

Man... I am getting hungry.

No. Please, no.

No.

No, please. Go away.

What's wrong with me?

I'm shaking
like a snowbound sunbather.

- Don't hurt me.
- That's right, creature.

Tremble. Quiver in terror.

Such is the power of Psycho-Man.

The beast that you shrink from
is but an illusion.

No more than the symbol
of your own deepest fear,

fear of losing control
over your beastly, inhuman strength.

And as your fear grows, so grows the...

- Where is the element?
- Ben? Who's that?

What's going on?

Alicia. No.

Deal with it, Grimm.

Remarkable. I've never seen anyone

whose courage
was a match for my fear ray.

It's OK, sweetie.
Hey, Benjy's right here.

Hey, rock-pile, this guy must've been
one heavy-duty bogeyman.

You better sleep
with your night-light on.

Yeah? Well, scaring Alicia ain't funny.

What is funny
is you in a full body cast.

Let me show you how a pro does it.

Fascinating. My scan
of the armour's molecular structure

reveals that this Psycho-Man
came from another dimension.

The same one my new element came from.
Are you following any of this, darling?

Gee, afraid not, darling.

Poor Reed. It must be trying to explain
everything to your backward wife.

Really, such sarcasm
is hardly called for,

especially from a girl who moves
her lips when reading the time.

Lay off of Sue,
you egomaniacal egghead.

She's much smarter than you ever
seem to give her credit for.

What's the matter, you blue-eyed baby?
That orange hide turning yellow?

Come down here and say that,
you glorified gas log.

Stop it, you two. I can't stand
when you act like spoiled children.

Susan, now you're the one acting like...

Hey. What the ding-dong am I doing?

- More like what are we doing?
- It's this element.

It must have some radioactive effect
on the molecular structure of the brain.

- It affects our thinking?
- And emotions.

In the wrong hands, it would give
someone the power to manipulate people.

My head's spinning. I need some air.

Me, too. Come on. Let's go get
a nice cup of coffee down at the café.

And I want to store this, as Ben calls
it, goop in my negative-field ioniser,

where no one
but the Fantastic Four can get at it.

No one but the Fantastic Four?

Well, then, I shall have to activate
my membership.

- Ben hates trying on clothes.
- Really?

He's impossible to fit.

The popping buttons
have put five salesmen on disability.

You think he's hard to fit?

Try buying a sports coat
that'll stretch 500 feet.

Reed, hi. That was quick, darling.
Where's Johnny and Ben?

Something's come up. No time to explain.
We're needed immediately.

OK, sure, Reed. But Alicia's here...

I'm fine, Sue. I'll take a cab home.

Hey, Alicia. Ben stayed to guard the...

- Hey, wait a minute. Where's Sue?
- Sue? Why, she went with you.

I love those mouthy meeces.

- Talk to me.
- Ben.

Reed needs you to bring
Element F to him right away.

- Bring what?
- The goop.

We're at the Avengers Mansion.

Goodbye to you, too, Susie.

I wonder why Susie
wants this stuff, anyhow.

- Taxi.
- Give me that container.

Or you will meet your ultimate defeat

at the hands
of Malice, Mistress of Hate.

Forget it, lady.
I ain't giving nobody nothing.

And Ben Grimm
sure ain't fighting no lady.

You know, after some ruminating,
I've decided you ain't no lady.

No air.

- I can't breathe.
- Poor little Thingy out of breath?

Take a hike, toots.

That's a good little superhero.

Reed Richards. You will die.

Yes. As I promised,
Reed Richards will become your prey.

But first, we return to my world
to set a little trap.

For the rest of my family.

So the next thing I know
is I wake up in the alley alone.

- Johnny, any sign of Sue?
- Sorry, brother-in-law.

No luck.

Hey, we'll find her, Stretch.

She couldn't have just vanished
off the face of the earth.

- Did you get the images?
- Sure. Right here.

Ben, you said Sue told you
to bring her Element F, right?

Yeah. So what?

Well, the trouble is,
I never named the new element.

In fact, there's only one being
who might know its name.

This heat-image tracer
can replay pictures of recent events

by capturing the residual heat images
that remain behind.

Right. They just had a clearance sale
on those at Bloomie's.

Hey, that's the dame, alright.

Spiked collar, red cape.

Reminds me,
Mother's Day is coming up soon.

- Look, it's sis.
- Now, if the coordinates match...

Malice, Mistress of Hate, is Sue.

- Oh, man.
- Mamma mia!

You mean I was going toe-to-toe
with Susie?

Hey, slow down, Reed.
Where are we going?

To get Sue back. If Psycho-Man's
hurt her in any way at all...

But why the Reducto-Craft?

Psycho-Man's armour revealed
he came from a subatomic dimension

that can only be reached
by shrinking to microscopic size,

then passing through
a dimensional portal.

Figures. Why can't the bad guys
ever live in Waikiki?

We're now in a place
no human's ever been.

A world within worlds, the Microverse.

Because of our Reducto-Craft's
limited charge,

we've only got a half-hour
to find Sue and get her back.

After that, the portal closes up again,
trapping us here for ever.

Get real. How do we find them
in a half-hour?

It's my guess Psycho-Man will find us.

We're hit. Something's jammed
the micro-gyro. Johnny, take over.

Hey, speed racer.

Slow this rust bucket down
or you're gonna be wearing my breakfast.

Look, over there. Flame on.

What? Nothing. I could've sworn I...

No. It's just a barren wasteland.

Actually, just the opposite. Look at the
shape of those crystalline structures.

- Notice their grid-like placement.
- What are you guys talking about?

Hey, yeah,
almost like buildings or something.

Exactly like buildings, Ben.
We've landed in the middle of a city.

Hey.

What's going on?

No.

Flame on. Help. Flame on.

No.

Lay off the kid, you creep.

Ain't it enough you kidnapped Susie
and swiped stretcho's goop?

Actually, Ben,
I'm afraid we're the thieves.

- Say what?
- If my theory is correct,

the element I took from this dimension
belonged to Psycho-Man.

It's the fuel for his psycho-weapons,

which he obviously uses to enslave
the inhabitants of this world with fear.

A charming necessity, I assure you.

Once I saw your amazing powers,

I realised you could be
enormously useful

in controlling my subjects,
as my fear police.

So, with your lovely wife as bait,
I lured you to my dimension

and reduced you even more
to your present puny size.

And to force us
to carry out your sick orders,

you're brainwashing us
with your psychological torture.

Call it a hobby. And now to continue.

No!

Let me at him.

Interesting. If I reduce
my molecular cohesion to a minimum...

Alright. It's Dr Blob.

Takes a licking and keeps on ticking.

Oh, yeah. Stand back.

It's clobbering time.

Flame on. Back off, Ben. He's mine.

Hey, what the? He shrunk.

No, Ben, he was never any bigger
than what you see.

The rest was just an illusion.

Well, maybe now he'll stick to charades.

Let's move. Only five minutes till
the dimensional portal closes forever,

and I'm not leaving without Susan.

- Looking for me, dear?
- Susan.

Correction. Malice.
Susan Richards was a pathetic creature.

Someone to be ignored at worst,
patronised at best.

Someone you stifled
and frustrated at every turn.

Wait a minute. Hold on, Susie.
Long-winded as he can be...

- Keep out of this.
- Hey!

Why are you doing this
to the ones who love you?

Liar.

And now, my dear, devoted husband.

Susan.

It's all over, darling,
and now you are going to die.

That's right, Reed. It's
a force-field bubble inside your body.

Growing, expanding, pressing outwards.

- Sue, for pity's sake, stop.
- Silence.

Or I will crush you too, baby brother.

I'm getting real intimate here
with my spleen.

You got any brainstorms, Doc?

Just one.

Susan, stop this nonsense at once.

I'm in no mood
to put up with your silly drivel.

What? You dare speak to me like that?

Susan, I'm ordering you to be quiet.

I've indulged your tantrums for years.

But now is not the time for such games.

What? Games?

Yes, games. I'm sick of coddling you.

Face it. You never could
carry your weight in this group.

- We all know that.
- That's a lie.

Susan, I said shut up.

- I hate you.
- Yes, go ahead. Hate me.

You weak, silly, spineless...

Very clever, Richards.
But completely wasted.

Pity. You'd have made
such exemplary fear police.

But I'm afraid you're dangerously
overqualified for the position.

Malice, release them.

As you say, Master.

My aching everything.

I take it now you'll dispose of us?

With a little assist
from my hate cannon.

A hundred times more potent
than my previous psycho-ray.

Shall we test it?

Master, permit me to pull the trigger.

As you wish, my dear.

You know, what we need here
is the world's best marriage counsellor.

This one's for you, you monster.

What? No.

- You!
- Yeah, sis.

We got her back.

Thank heavens it worked.

I forced Sue's hatred
beyond her means to hold it inside.

The psychic explosion freed her
from Psycho-Man's control.

You stupid, ugly, demented,
loathsome weakling.

You failed. You're a miserable failure.

I'll destroy you.

Extraordinary.

He's consumed with total self-hatred.

Let him write Dear Abby.

Meanwhile, we got one minute to boogie.

No sweat. One boogie buggy coming up.

Well, that's it for Psycho-Man
and his fear weapons.

Maybe now the inhabitants of this world
will get a little taste of freedom.

Ben, Johnny, Reed.
I'm so sorry about what happened.

I know, darling.
It's just good to have you back.

Although you do look fetching in black.

- Johnny, take the controls.
- I'm all over it. Cool.

Oh, no. Don't let the kid drive.

I think I'm gonna flash my head.

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