All language subtitles for The Tick - S01E03

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Secret identities, never been a fan.

Why play billionaire playboy,

alcoholic industrialist,

or a mild-mannered
something-or-other

when you can be a 24/7
champion of goodness?

Cat-Man-Dude,
Hoboken's half-man,

half-cheetah superhero,
was arrested by police today

for a series of maulings
outside a local YWCA.

- Cat-Man, what happened out there?
- Listen to me.

Those people weren't mauled.

They were mangled.

I'm being framed by The Mangler!

Another shocking development

in the Cat-Man-Dude case.

In an unprecedented move,

the district attorney's office

has unmasked the jailed superhero,

revealing his true identity
as Mads "Murph" Murphy,

a local dairy farmer
and owner of a sanctuary

for retired circus animals.

After the papers printed his real name

and photo, The Terror's goons broke into

Cat-Man-Murphy's compound,

executed his puma wife and
their litter of child-kittens.

- That's messed up.
- On a bunch of levels.

So the Feds enacted the 28th Amendment.

Prohibits law enforcement from
exposing a super's identity,

or place of residence.

Also means a lot of paperwork.

You sure you want to go down this road?

- Tell us again what happened.
- Uh...

It was like he was looking for
some place to keep his knife,

and no place was good enough.

This was the guy in black,

the "robo-ninja," you said.

No. I said that he
was a highly-skilled,

tech-based stealth
assassin with a metal face

and superhuman reflexes.

Okay. Well, I already
wrote down "robo-ninja."

Look, only a superhero
can request protection

under the 28th; we don't
have any of those here.

Okay. Well, I am one,

so, you know, you can't unmask me.

- What's your name?
- Arthur.

Your superhero name is Arthur?

Y-Yeah, yes.

Yes. My superhero name is Arthur,

which is... that is
different from my actual name.

Registration number?

Your number with AEGIS.

My number, my number with
AEGIS. Right, yeah, uh...

It's, um, uh... I'm sorry,

I just haven't been carded
in so long. Uh, nine.

Uh, o-one. Nine-one.

S-Seven...

uh, teen.

Something you two need to see.

Security camera picked this
up just before units arrived.

Holy hell. Is that...?

Overkill.

Looks like the little
guy is telling the truth.

I'm gonna cut him loose.

You don't want to check
him out with AEGIS first?

That agency's a bureaucratic black hole.

Could be weeks before we hear back.

Let's get a photo for the
database, then kick him.

We got bigger problems
if Overkill's in town.

Wait. Overkill? That was Overkill?

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It's Overkill. It's Overkill.

Overkill.

Arthur.

How we doing?

Settling into the whole destiny thing?

I thought I might give you
a helpful hint or two...

Guidelines, really.

- Uh, mainly about all the stabbing.
- What?

Look. I saw what you
left of your attackers

back in that alley,
and, uh, I have to say,

I found your approach a
little bit on the murdery side.

I didn't kill those men, Tick.

Whew. I am so glad to hear you say that.

I was afraid we were gonna
have to have "the talk."

- That was Overkill.
- My thought exactly.

No. I'm saying it was
this guy called Overkill.

He was an agent for AEGIS.

He spent years in classified war zones

as some kind of
government-trained assassin.

They say he had a psychotic break

and just... went rogue.

I'm lucky to be alive.

That's the unmistakable rush one feels

just before embarking on a manhunt.

- Manhunt?
- Yes, man!

Hunt! Let us hunker down

over the spoor of this walking bloodbath

- before the trail goes cold.
- Okay, Tick.

I'm gonna go upstairs
and I'm gonna go to bed,

because I have work
in the morning, okay?

Fair enough.

Wise not to stalk your prey

- bereft of rested mind.
- No, I mean,

I mean, I have, like, real
work. You know, my job?

At my office. I-I work at
Fishladder & Sons Accounting.

I promised my sister I would go,

and she's picking me up in the morning.

Wait a sec. Is this one of
those secret identity deals?

'Cause I have opinions on those.

No, it's-it's my only identity, okay?

I'm-I'm done. I'm done
trying to convince the world

that The Terror is still alive.

I just want my life
to go back to normal.

The longer I wear this suit,

it just makes me a target

and same for everyone else I care about.

That suit is the key to
unlocking the true Arthur.

Destiny bestowed it on you for a reason.

Well, uh, you and-and
Destiny are not allowed in.

You want me to use the fire escape?

No. I-I just, I want
you to leave me alone.

Please. Just...

Hello? Is there anyone here

trying to kill me?

Wait. Stop, stop, stop.

Look, I'll just give you the suit back

and we can pretend this whole
thing never happened, okay?

This business on your wall.

You had a 16-year-old
news clipping

about a lab explosion.

And you're trying to link it
to this new one in Urmania.

Why?

I think you know the
answer to that question.

If I knew the answer,
I wouldn't be asking.

Well, unless you were
trying to toy with me.

Okay. It's The Terror.

It's The Terror, he's
behind it and others.

Where'd you get that from?

Same M.O.

Experimental weaponry disappears
from laboratories, transports.

Scientists get killed in explosions.

The Terror's dead.

I was there.

I watched Superian kill him.

I mean, they found his
teeth, for Chrissake.

If The Terror was alive,

I would be the one to know.

What are staring at?

Uh, nothing, nothing.

I'm the only left
that knows who you are,

where you live.

The rest of my crew is wiped out,

- largely thanks to you and your blue friend.
- We had nothing

to do with those guys in
the alley the other night.

- That was all...
- Overkill.

Yeah... I heard.

Did he say anything to you about me?

What?

Uh, n-no. He just...

he said, you know, "Take off the suit."

And then, he, uh, he said the...

What's so special about
this thing, anyway?

I don't know.

Maybe you should ask your new buddy.

Overkill.

Christian Soldier and
his pious pooch, Onward,

the Mighty Atlas, Human GPS,

Sedona, the Wiccan Warrior,

Sharp Shooter, the
Gregarious Gunslinger.

And their leader,

Man of Platinum, Uncle Samson.

Together, they make up the
fantastic fighting force,

The Flag Five.

Arthur, buddy, it's late.

- You got school in the morning.
- Okay.

Why are you all dressed?

Oh, I'm flying tonight.

Can I fly?

Well, maybe someday you'll...

Morning, sunshine.

Shit.

Police have just released the name

of the landscaper who
was assaulted in his van

and subjected to a radioactive blast.

Clifford Richter of Notlob, Illinois

was taken to St. Eva Marie
Presbyterian Hospital,

where his condition was listed

as stable, but growing
at an accelerated rate.

Can I just get the usual
with no sugar, please?

You need to do something first.

Oh, the poncho. Yeah, okay.

I have money.

I'm talking about your
friend, The Tick Man.

- Mmm.
- He will not leave my store.

Yeah, I'll take care of it.

- Arthur!
- Hi, Tick.

What are you doing here?

Not buying anything, that's for sure.

Arthur, this is Ouma,

Goat's grandmother.

- Goat?
- What?

- His name is Goat?
- Of course he's Goat.

You should really learn your
neighbors' names, Arthur.

It will make group hugs
less awkward for everyone.

Ouma's thanking me for saving her kitty

with this delicious plate of...

How do you pronounce this again?

Tuwo shinkafa.

Let's just call it "rice."

Hey, do you mind if I have
a word with him quickly?

Thank you.

- Want some rice?
- No, absolutely not. Listen, Tick,

I was thinking about what
you said the other night,

and I think you're right
about going after Overkill.

Now, that's the salve
for my burning itch.

You and I delivering
that homicidal maniac

to the unyielding bosom of Lady Justice.

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

Not me, okay?

Leave me out of this.

I told you, I'm-I'm done with
this whole crime fighting thing.

I think you should go catch Overkill.

See if he knows anything
about that suit you gave me.

Question-asking is more
your métier, chum.

I'm more at home with
the face-punching.

Now, I say you slap on said suit,

and we both go and
take this character down

mano a us.

That's the thing, I don't
have the suit anymore

because that electric witch
lady with the eye took it.

Oh, Arthur.

You let Miss Lint take your suit?

Not my suit. It's-it's not my suit.

I just think it could give us a clue

as to what The Terror is up to.

What he's planning.

And if we know that, then
that might lead us to find him.

But you said you were done.

Yeah. Yeah, because I am.

Very much so. I'm done with all of that.

I-I have a normal life to live, Tick.

I-I have a job to do, and
I have medication to take

and I have responsibilities.

Your responsibility is in
the fresh out there with me,

fighting the ever-churning
butter churners of evil.

That's the big time. That's the show.

That is who you are.

Stop! Stop! Stop!

Stop telling me who I am.

Okay? You don't know who I am.

You don't know anything about me.

I don't know who you are.
I-I don't know what you are.

I don't know where you come from.

Oh.

It's my sister. She's waiting outside.

Just... tell me if you find him, okay?

Arthur!

What, Tick?

If I'm to procure this fiend,

I'll need a finely-honed description.

Okay. It... he's hard to miss, okay?

It's an all-black outfit, skull helmet,

- and smells like death.
- I'm on it.

- Great.
- Right as soon as I go back and

finish my delicious plate of...

Tuwo shinkafa.

Good morning, Arthur's sister.

It's Tick, right?

And you're Spot.

Dot.

Mm-hmm.

So, you gonna tell me what's going on?

That's the second time I've
seen you hanging around that guy.

I'm not hanging around The Tick, okay?

He was just in the neighborhood.

I thought you stopped trusting
superheroes a long time ago.

Yeah, I did. I do.

- Yeah.
- All right.

Just after your small relapse,

I just want to make
sure you're doing okay.

Do you still have those nightmares?

No. I haven't, I haven't
in a long time, so...

Uh, so, remember, you
are helping me set up

for Walter's birthday party tomorrow.

Oh, God.

Are you really gonna make me go to that?

Yes. It's our stepfather's
60th. You have to go.

And you are going to be
nice to him for Mom's sake.

He's just so weird.

Walter is not weird.

He's always asking me about my feet.

"Arthur, how are your feet doing?

Are your feet well?"

All right, yes, the
feet thing, that's...

- that's definitely weird.
- Yeah. Yeah.

But to be fair, he
does that with everyone.

Like that makes it less weird?

That he does that with everybody?

Well, it's no weirder
than you palling around

- with a blue bug.
- I'm not pal...

Don't worry about The
Tick, okay? He's harmless.

And coming up,

researchers at the
Department of Agriculture

continue to be baffled by the depletion

of the world's bee population.

This perverse

and, indeed, baffling
phenomena to be of grave concern

for the coming generations.

Honey is something we all need and love,

and the bees' precious pollen
keeps the world going 'round.

We may never know the cause

of this sad development.

This window's closed,
ne'er-do-wellers.

No withdrawals today.

What the hell is this?

- Give us our money.
- I... I want to.

I'm trying, trying.

Now, before I send you both packing,

either of you reprobates know
of a fella named Overkill?

Shoot this clown.

Ow! What the fuck, man?

How could I have
possibly predicted that?

You go and tell your boss

this establishment is
under my protection.

In fact, the entire block!

- And the city!
- Wait!

Come back. I have
your money. It is here!

Put your money away.

They're going to kill me.

Not on my watch.

Well, got to go.

I'm off to hunt a villain,

or perhaps an anti-hero.

I'll know more once I've found him.

Well, I, for one,

am very grateful that
you're feeling better.

We could really use you right now.

It's been an absolute
madhouse around here.

We've had to double up on work spaces.

Everest,

sorry you weren't here for
the picking of cubicle mates.

You got Jergen.

No, not Jergen.

I can hear you.

Oh, hey, uh, sorry about that, Jergen.

It's pronounced "Yergen."

Apology declined.

Well, I'll let you two get
reacquainted for a moment.

But then it's back to those 1021s

and BRF forms.

Thank you.

So, Everest,

what's your take on the
landscaper guy from the news?

The one they say is
growing out of control.

Oh, I-I haven't really...

Starting to call him
V.L.M.: the Very Large Man.

Personally, I don't even
think he even exists.

Probably some hoax started
by the liberal elite.

Just a bunch of snowflakes,

putting out their fake
news to scare patriotic,

uneducated Americans.

Hey, boss.

Lint's here.

Lint.

Well, look at you.
Living up to your name.

Said the man who adopted
the name of a pharaoh

with a really, really short reign.

Hmm.

What do you want, Ramses?

You know damn well what I want.

The suit that was stolen
from the Urmanian shipment.

You swore to me you were
gonna get it back, so...

where is it?

Looks like the guy who ripped it off

may have skipped town.

Uh-uh. I don't buy it.

I just got word Big Blue
ran off two of my collectors

at some market.

I'm not talking about him.

I'm talking about his partner.

The partner.

You still haven't I.D.'d that asshole?

Hey, I've been a little hindered
ever since I lost my crew.

You may want to cut me some slack.

I got all this pressure
pressing down on me,

and the best you can do is
blame Overkill for your screwup?

That's all I need is that
psycho cutting into our business.

Rumor on the street is that
he's looking for The Terror.

Well, that's nuts.

Terror's been dead
for more than a decade.

There were remains.

How much proof do people need?

Right. The teeth.

I'll let you know when I
find your precious suit.

Think you can just forget
about me, you little pissant?

I don't think so.

Go ahead, try and bury me.

Put me out of your thoughts.

I'm never gonna leave you alone.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

You're here. Y-You're really here.

I've always been here.

Because I'm alive, you punk.

Living inside your
pathetic little skull.

That pain you feel
between your eye sockets?

That's me, nailing up
my black light posters.

You think you've got
what it takes to find me?

To stop me? I don't think so!

'Cause you got nothing!

The physics don't even add up.

His giant lungs wouldn't be
able to absorb enough oxygen.

He'd pass out in minutes.

The government's just trying
to create public hysteria

as an excuse to impose regulations.

- Arthur!
- Just like they put fluoride

in our water so they
can brain-control us all.

Arthur!

Can't really think and
I'm trapped in this box.

It's me! Hi.

The window. That one.

Mm.

Hey, Arthur. You almost done
with this secret identity

pretend-job thingy?

Tick, I-I've barely
been here for an hour.

I know, it's interminable.

Okay. Have you found Overkill yet?

I looked. I asked around.

I got confused about who
I was looking for again.

And then I spent about a half hour

trying to find my way
out of a bus terminal.

- You didn't find him.
- Alas, no.

But I did figure out
what the problem is.

I said to myself, "Tick,
you need Arthur's brain

and some kind of voice
box with which to express

Arthur's thoughts and ideas."

And then it hit me: Arthur
has both of those things

in a neat little package called "you."

- Tick, you're a superhero.
- Uh-huh.

A-And you've managed being a superhero

for-for a long time
before I came along, right?

One would imagine.

W-Well, what does that mean?

You don't know?

Well, here's the thing, chum.

Didn't really occur to me
till you asked me the other day

where I came from, but, uh,

I'm a wee bit fuzzy about that.

Define "a wee bit" for me.

I can't remember anything
before the last few days.

What?

I said, "I can't remember
anything before..."

Yeah, no, no, I heard you, Tick, I ju...

- D-Did you suffer some kind of head trauma?
- Okay.

You actually just have
no idea who you are.

Well, I do know a few things.

I know that I am definitely The Tick.

I know I'm most definitely a superhero.

And I get a little confused
when you're not around.

- Even though we just met.
- Did we?

Yeah. Yeah, we did.

Okay, Tick,

- I'll tell you what.
- What?

You help me with Overkill,

and I'll try to help
you figure out your past.

- You will?
- Yeah.

Well, thank you, friend.

You're a very caring
and thoughtful sidekick.

I'm... not a sidekick,

but you're welcome.

Now, unless Overkill is planning

to murder me in my
office in broad daylight,

I-I think it's probably
smart to search elsewhere.

Got you. Good thinking,
Arthur's brain and voice box.

Stosh, what are you doing?

This guy's got a slug in his shoulder.

- I'm trying to get it out.
- No.

- What do you mean "no"?
- You don't remove the bullet.

You just repair the damage.

Taking it out can
cause way more problems.

- You sure about that?
- Of course not.

I'm only a licensed paramedic
and a medical student.

What would I know of such things?

You watch too much TV.

You really gonna leave the bullet in me?

That's the plan.

Just think,

every time you go
through a metal detector,

you'll have a lasting
reminder of whoever shot you.

You don't need a reminder.

You don't forget a giant,
blue, super man-bug.

It is only then that the crew realizes

the horrible mistake they've made.

Oh, it was clearly the Mighty Sea-Man,

King of the Briny Deep.

In our rush to haul in that
huge school of sturgeon,

he accidentally got swept up.

It was pretty
embarrassing for all of us.

Now the captain and crew must...

Special report. Attention.

This is not a drill.

Please make your way
toward the nearest stairwell

and evacuate the building.

Attention. Attention.

- Oh... man.
- This is not a drill.

Elevator service is
suspended at this time.

- Oh, God.
- I need the suit, jackass.

- I-I don't have the suit, okay?
- Don't you lie to me.

I searched your apartment, jackass.

It's not in my backpack, okay?
Please just don't murder me.

I'm not after you. I'm after The Terror.

Excuse me, friend.

I was just making my way across town

when I heard the unmistakable sound

of a zip line grapple
hook gun being fired.

Overkill, you and I
need to have "the talk."

Uh-oh.

Your hockey puck has a message on it.

Oh!

Quite a kick.

That, not so much.

Ha. Tickles.

By the way, you're cleaning
up this mess, mister.

Settle down, killer.
You're not going anywhere.

Sensitive!

Good night, Irene.

- Damn.
- Tick, watch out.

Yahtzee!

Oh.

Get off my nerves!

Oh!

Tick?!

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