Original subtitles

[ alarm blaring ]

[ beeping ]

[ blaring continues ]

[ beeping ]

Dr. Holiday: rex, I'm picking

Up a problem.

You need to return to base

Immediately.

Rex: I miss you, too, doc.

But I'm kinda busy dealing with

A problem of my own.

[ screeches ]

Rex: whoa!

Whoa!

Aah!

Okay.

Ow.

[ roaring ]

Rex: big mistake, tweety.

Can that bird brain of yours

Comprende I'm trying to help

You?

[ all screaming ]

Dr. Holiday: rex, your own

Nanite count is off the charts.

If you take on any more nanites,

We're looking at an overload.

Rex: come on, doc.

It's just a big birdie.

[ blaring continues ]

Dr. Holiday: you're already

Over capacity.

[ rapid beeping ]

This is critical!

Rex!

Six: rex, you need to listen

To the doctor.

Rex: huh?

Six: this mission is revised.

I need you back at headquarters

Now.

Rex: do you really want a

Supersize pigeon flying loose

All over lower manhattan?

You need me, and I can handle

It.

Six: not your call.

Rex: unless I make it my

Call.

Whoa!

[ energy humming ]

[ humming intensifies ]

Unh!

Another satisfied customer.

[ moaning ]

Rex: you got to quit trying

To hold my hand, doc.

I have this thing down to a

Science.

Aah!

[ grunting, moaning ]

Dr. Holiday: rex?

Rex!

What's happening?

Rex: [ grunting ]

[ energy humming ]

[ moaning ]

Aaaaaaaah!

* so make way to start the

Revolution ♪

♪ make way

♪ we're gonna have fun tonight

♪ make way to start the

Revolution ♪

* so make way to start the

Revolution ♪

♪ make way to start the

Revolution ♪

♪ so make way

Rex: [ grunting ]

Aah!

[ rapid beeping ]

[ energy humming ]

What's...Happening to me?!

Dr. Holiday: too many nanites

In you.

You lost control of them.

We need to perform an emergency

Offload right away.

Rex: come on, doc.

I-it's not that bad.

[ grunts ]

I'm gonna be okay, right?

Six: just try to keep still.

Rex: aah!

[ sighs ]

[ rumbling ]

Bobo: that one was me.

Six: we're just a few klicks

From paradise base.

Storm's kicking up.

Bobo: you ever wonder what

Sick, twisted providence flunky

Decided to name this base

"Paradise"?

[ alarm blaring ]

Dr. Holiday: this is holiday.

Prep the nanite tank for

Emergency offload.

I need 20 units of xenoflurine,

Biometric stabilizers, and a

Heavy-duty surge protector--

Stat.

Weaver: h-hey, you're not

Scheduled to be here for another

Two weeks.

Dr. Holiday: we have a

Situation, weaver.

Weaver: you have a situation?

I'm up to my neck in maintenance

And inventory.

You people just can't barge in

Here unannounced!

Dr. Holiday: actually, we

Can.

This base exists for the sole

Purpose of offloading rex's

Surplus nanites.

You know communications black

Out in storms like this.

Weaver: half my equipment

Isn't even back online.

So you're just have to turn

Around and come back when--

[ rapid beeping ]

Six: think again, pal.

Rex: [ grunting ]

Aah!

Dr. Holiday: listen

Carefully, weaver.

Unless you want to be

Responsible for the loss of

Providence's number-one asset

And unleashing the deadliest

Concentration of active nanites

Since the event, you will move

Out of my way.

Bobo: diagnostic cycle, huh?

What are you waitin' for?

Deal me in.

You're gonna need a lot more

Green that that, chimp.

Bobo: whoa.

That's some serious scratch.

What's your secret?

Hazard pay and nothing to

Spend it on.

Bobo: so cover me, already.

Bobo's feelin' lucky.

What?

You know I'm good for it.

Rex: just as warm and cozy as

I remember it.

Dr. Holiday: I know it's not

Pleasant, rex, but we don't have

A choice.

Rex: [ grunting ]

[ beeping ]

Six: expecting someone?

Weaver: rebooting this system

Takes a little more time and

Precision than slicing up evos,

Okay?

Dr. Holiday: really?

Then why is the tank reading

"Nearly empty"?

Weaver: oh, gee.

I must have not had time to

Calibrate the nanite-capacity

Gauge.

I must have been interrupted by

Some know-it-all chick in a big

Hurry to tell me how to do my

Job!

Rex: oh, weaver's just as

Warm and cozy as I remember him,

Too.

[ beeping ]

Nanites are flowing.

[ beep ]

Can't we skip the gas, doc?

Dr. Holiday: I wish we could.

But it's the only way we can

Assure you won't accidentally

Activate any nanites during the

Transfer.

Rex: I know, but that stuff

Always gives me weird dreams.

Dr. Holiday: just try to

Relax.

This will all be over before you

Know it.

[ air hissing ]

[ echoing ] Come on, rexy.

You can do it.

Stay with us.

[ whirring ]

[ echoing ] It's amazing.

It's like he talks to them.

[ growling ]

[ energy crackling ]

Rex: [ echoing ] Directive

Unknown.

Programming complete.

Unable to comply.

[ gasping ]

Doc?

Six?

Bobo?

Anyone?!

[ grunting ]

[ panting ]

Someone want to let me out here?

Fine. I'll do it myself.

[ energy humming ]

Hello?

Hello!

[ metal clinks ]

[ static ]

Whoa!

Huh?

Ohh!

Aah!

[ whimpering ]

Six?

Doc?

Bobo?

Where is everybody?!

Guys!

Skalamander?

Biowulf?

Just a dream.

Shake it off.

[ snorting ]

Rex: aw, man!

[ grunts ]

Ungh!

Unh!

Rex: [ grunting ]

This is so not a dream.

They must have trashed the

Place.

Huh?

Aah!

[ sighs ]

[ roaring ]

[ snorting ]

Skalamander: what's the kid

Doing here?

Biowulf: I don't know.

This was supposed to be routine.

Something's not right.

Rex: what did you do with my

Friends?

Skalamander: he thinks we've

Done something.

Biowulf: then let him keep

Thinking.

Rex: like you're really gonna

Find me when you can't see

2 feet in front of your face.

Huh?

Whoa!

[ grunts ]

Guess that visibility thing

Works both ways.

[ roaring ]

Skalamander: [ sputtering ]

Anywhere you run, we follow!

Rex: kind of what I was

Hoping.

[ grunts ]

[ rumbling ]

Can't believe that actually

Worked.

[ klaxon blaring ]

[ beeping ]

Weaver?

Weaver: [ gasps ]

You're...Okay.

Rex: the pack's outside.

Don't worry.

I took care of them.

Weaver: it all happened so

Fast.

I was afraid they might have

Damaged the tank.

Maybe you can give me a hand

Here.

Rex: what do you need me to

Do?

Weaver: make sure they're all

Still deactivated.

[ beeping ]

Rex: that's weird.

I'm picking up activity.

A lot of activity.

[ muffled ] No!

[ grunting, straining ]

[ moans ]

Weaver: [ sighs ]

Biowulf, skalamander, are you

There?

It's safe.

I've taken care of everything.

[ static ]

Hello?

[ rumbling ]

Rex: you know, the nanites

Inside me can counteract

Knockout gas.

The "Playing possum" thing's a

Pretty good trick.

Now tell me where my friends

Are, or I start squeezing.

Weaver: [ strains ]

[ knocking in distance ]

[ knocking intensifies ]

Dr. Holiday: rex.

Bobo: what?

I'm just tidying up.

Rex: can't believe you let

These scags get the drop on you.

Six: they tried.

It didn't turn out so well.

Just haven't found a way to

Fight xenoflurine gas...

Yet.

Who are you working for?

Rex: van kleiss.

That's why biowulf and

Skalamander came knocking.

Six: the pack? Here?

Dr. Holiday: of course.

The low tank reading, the high

Stakes at the poker table.

Weaver and his crew have been

Trading rex's surplus nanites

For cash.

Six: you panicked and gassed

Us before we could catch you in

The act.

Rex: [ grunts ]

So, thanks to you, all this

Time, I've been supplying

Nanites to van kleiss?!

Weaver: aah!

[ groans ]

Keep away from me, freak!

[ beeping ]

Dr. Holiday: six, it's sealed

From the inside.

[ energy humming ]

Rex: I'll get him out.

Weaver: come any closer, and

I vent this entire tank!

Dr. Holiday: they're

Deactivated nanites, weaver--

Completely harmless.

Weaver: [ chuckles ]

Van kleiss isn't gonna pay top

Dollar for deactivated nanites.

Dr. Holiday: you've found a

Way to reactivate them.

Weaver: what's the matter,

Doc?

Think you're the only genius

Working for providence?

Rex: I don't think he's

Lying.

Something was definitely up with

The nanites in the tank.

Six: don't do anything

Stupid, weaver.

Weaver: you're all just gonna

Leave this base like nothing

Ever happened.

Then give safe passage and total

Immunity for me and my crew.

Bobo: yeah, what's left of

'em.

Six: now, why would we do

That?

Biowulf: 'cause it'd be a

Shame to waste all those

Precious nanites.

Rex: [ grunts ]

Dr. Holiday: stop!

Need I point out that this isn't

The best place for a fight?

Anything happens to that storage

Tank, and you'll know why

Providence made this place so

Remote.

Now let's just talk this out

Calmly, rationally.

Biowulf: whatever happens

Here, weaver, it's nothing

Compared to what van kleiss

Would have done to you.

[ beeping ]

Dr. Holiday: weaver, no!

Don't you know what will happen

If you unleash those activated

Nanites?

[ energy humming, intensifies ]

[ energy crackling ]

Rex: I'll shut it down.

Dr. Holiday: rex, we don't

Have time!

We have to go!

[ beeping ]

Weaver: wait!

It was just to get rid of them.

It's only steam. Look.

We're still in business.

[ thudding ]

Come on! Shut down!

Stop!

Don't leave me here!

[ energy humming ]

No!

Come back!

Aah! Aah!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

[ alarm blaring ]

Dr. Holiday: rex, could you

Tell how many of the nanites in

The tank were active?

Rex: pretty much all of them!

Weaver: [ roaring ]

Dr. Holiday: that's a lot of

Nanites.

Rex: what do you say, guys?

Common enemy?

Little help?

Biowulf: [ scoffs ]

Good luck.

Rex: right.

What was I thinking?

Weaver: [ growls ]

Unh! Unh! Unh!

Six: get to the transport.

Radio for backup.

Rex: backup?

I can handle this.

[ grunts ]

Weaver: [ grumbles ]

Six: maneuver him away from

The ship, and I'll take the

Shot.

Rex: I said I can handle

This!

[ gun cocks ]

All right, I'll try to maneuver

Him.

[ engines powering up ]

[ rumbling ]

Dr. Holiday: [ gasps ]

[ rumbling intensifies ]

We need to get this thing

Airborne-- now!

Bobo: [ shivers ]

I'd settle for just cranking up

The heater.

Weaver: [ roaring ]

[ howling ]

Rex: oh.

So you don't like sharp, pointy

Things, huh?

Then you're gonna hate this.

Hyah!

Weaver: [ wailing ]

Doesn't anything hurt this guy?

[ engines powering up ]

Dr. Holiday: come on.

Come on!

[ grunting ]

Bobo: aaaaaaaaaah!

Six: we just have to hold him

Off till the air strike.

Rex: air strike?

You called in an air strike?!

Six: you can't possibly

Absorb all those nanites.

You'd overload in an instant.

Do not cure. That's an order.

Rex: [ grunts ]

[ energy humming ]

In case you haven't noticed,

I have this problem with

Authority.

Weaver: [ groaning ]

Six: this is beyond your

Limits, rex.

[ energy humming ]

Rex: [ groaning ]

[ echoing ] Come on, rexy.

You can do it. Stay with us.

Rex: six, wait!

I can hear them!

Dr. Holiday: what are you

Waiting for, six?

Take the shot!

Rex: build protocol enabled.

Command error detected.

Abort.

Stand by.

Engage.

Take the shot.

Six: rex!

Rex: ungh! Unh!

Six: [ grunts ]

[ energy humming ]

Rex: [ moans ]

Did I say something?

Before?

Six: don't worry about it.

It was just the nanites talking.

Figure of speech.

We're gonna get you help.

Rex: thought I could handle

It.

Six: I know.

Weaver: [ roaring ]

[ crashing ]

[ thud ]

Rex: guess I'm not the only

One who needs a little backup,

Eh, six?

Dr. Holiday: thought we'd

Lost you that time, rex.

Rex: [ moans ]

I just had the weirdest dream.

Six: it wasn't a dream.

Rex: but...Paradise base...

Six: was destroyed.

This is purgatory base.

Dr. Holiday: you don't think

Providence would risk leaving

Its most valuable asset without

A backup facility?

Bobo: and that ain't the best

Part.

Rex: isn't exactly a tropical

Paradise.

Bobo: eh. Least it's warm.

Six: he told me he could hear

Them.

Dr. Holiday: I picked this up

During the offload.

[ beeping ]

It's nanite.

I'm sure of it.

Six: seems there are more

Secrets inside that kid than we

Realized.