All language subtitles for The Spectacular Spider Man s02e12 Opening Night.eng

NORMAN:
The Vault will soon be the pinnacle

of ultra maximum security
incarceration.

Put a super villain
in here and trust me,

he's never getting out.

Music to my ears,
Osborn.

Now that we're finally putting
this reprobate behind bars,

I don't want him seeing
the light of day any time soon.

You don't have to take quite so
much pleasure in this, Jonah.

Oh, but I do.

I really, really do.

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Wow, haven't been
in stir five minutes

and already
I'm climbing the walls.

[CHUCKLES]

Get it? No? No love?

Fine. Just remember,
I'm only here

because Normikins asked me
to test the Vault's security.

So if you're watching,

and I know you are,
picklepuss,

don't get any ideas.

[GRUNTS]

Delivery.

Yet another OsCorp
sensor system for the Vault.

All right.
Everything seems in order.

You, uh,
know where to go?

I do indeed.

Never thought I'd find myself
busting into prison.

DEVEREAUX:
One hour.

Curtain in one hour.

Oh, my cast
is battling stage fright.

And their director's battling
stage panic.

Where is my Puck?

[LINE RINGING]
Where is Harry Osborn?

Working on it.

Oh, hello, Gwen?
Hey, It's M.J.

Have you seen Harry?

His butler said
he left home hours ago,

but he's beyond late and
he's not answering his Oz-Berry.

Sorry, I haven't seen him
all day.

But he's so excited
about the show.

I-I'm sure he'll be there.

[LINE RINGING]

PETER:
It's Pete. Message me.

Hi, Petey.

Uh, just a little reminder

a-about the play.

Since Mark, uh,
can't be here.

I-I really need a friendly face
in the seat I saved you.

Next to my parents.
Remember, you, uh, promised.

DEVEREAUX:
Where is my Puck?

Oh, and uh,
call if you've seen Harry.

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OSCORP:
Alarm bypassed for maintenance.

All right, little stolen
Oz-Berry, do your stuff.

AUTOMATED VOICE:
Mapping Vault utilities.

Charting junctures
with pre-existing prison.

If breaking out
is this easy,

then little Felicia will be
one felicitous felonious feline.

Ha! He's been like that
for over an hour.

You got him beat, Osborn.

[PHONE RINGS]

Menken, I'm in the middle
of a crucial test here--

What? Fine.

Gentlemen.

You can't leave now.

You'll miss the Web-Head's
glorious humiliation.

No choice.
Urgent OsCorp business.

Besides, I'm sure
I'll read all about Spider-Man

in tomorrow's Bugle.

Story's already written,
Norm.

PETER:
Jonah must be dancing a jig by now.

And who can blame him?

I've checked every inch
of this cell.

It's seamless.

I want the Vault
to be escape proof.

But it sure would be sweet
to see the look

on the Jolly One's face
if I escaped.

Oh, I can't play jailbird
forever though.

In a few minutes, I'll either
have to make my move

or ask to be released.

If I miss Liz's play,

I might as well settle
in here permanently,

because I'll never get out
of the doghouse.

Hello, Mr. Allan.
Mrs. Allan.

Hmm, I see Liz's boyfriend
hasn't arrived.

BERNARD:
Miss Stacy.

Oh, uh, Houseman.

I thought Harry saved
these seats for his mom and dad.

I'm afraid Master Harry's
parents are otherwise occupied.

[SIGHS]

I just hope Harry
isn't otherwise occupied.

DEVEREAUX:
Mr. Osborn's still a no-show,

which leaves us
with only one option.

I must play the Puck myself.

Or Hobie could do it.

Mr. Brown?

He knows the role?

He knows it cold.

I saw him play it at the
Lincoln Dynamic Youth Center.

Plus he subbed
for Osborn on the gridiron.

Compared to that,
this'll be a snap.

A snap. Hmm.

Well, the Muses know
I didn't want to take the stage.

To the dressing room, Brown.

You are now that shrewd
and knavish sprite. Go.

What he's up to?

He's making
his move.

What move? He still can't
get out. And my men will--

Be here any second.

Gotta book.

[GRUNTS]

MATTHEW [OVER RADIO]:
Releasing tranq-gas into the cell.

We're in position.

Sir, I don't see
the prisoner.

MATTHEW:
Opening the inner door. Move in.

[BOTH GRUNT]

All right, Spidey,
we know you're in there.

I wouldn't poke that
if I were you.

[MEN GRUNT]

[MEN COUGHING]

Told them
not to poke that.

Oh, and, uh, picklepuss...

ta-da.
[GRUNTS]

Warden, if the Web-Head's
not back behind bars

in 6.2 seconds, I'll--

MATTHEW:
Calm down, Jameson.

Getting out of the cell
was only half the battle.

Lockdown.

Gas every corridor.

Sir, the gas,
it won't activate.

Why isn't
that gate closed?

What part of lockdown
didn't you understand?

Sir, I hit
the command sequence.

All Vault gates
should be closed.

Nothing's
responding.

You've been hacked,
Warden.

Your men are no longer
in electronic control

of the prison.

Then we'll regain control
the old-fashioned way.

All officers,
mobilize.

Code red.
We're locked in.

[OFFICERS GRUNTING]

Every single one of my men

are trapped
inside their stations.

But, but...

How did the Web-Head do it?

With guards wrapped up all
neat and tidy,

I help or herd

my dear friend Spidey.

I'm in a rhyming
mood tonight.

Surprised
they haven't caught me yet.

This must be my floor.

[GRUNTING]

FANCY DAN:
Hey, look. It's Spider-Man.

Well, well, if it isn't
Fancy Dan and his little pal Ox.

Where's Montana?

MONTANA:
Right here, bug.

Ooh, and rooming with
the not-so-mysterious Mysterio.

How's that working out for you?

Open up these here cell doors,
and we'll show you.

Tempting, tempting.

But no.

SILVERMANE:
So you just stopped by to gloat?

Well, I was
in the neighborhood,

so how could I resist
tormenting all the crooks,

thugs and hoods I put away?

[LAUGHS]

You know, maybe torment
was a poor choice of words.

Finally,
we're getting started.

God speed fair Helena!

Call you me fair?

That fair again unsay.

Demetrius loves your fair:

O, teach me with what art

you sway the motion
of Demetrius' heart.

MARY JANE:
Take comfort:

He no more
shall see my face;

Take him.
He can't stop all of us.

SPIDER-MAN:
Now, now, boys,

no pushing, no shoving.

Single file is the polite way
to attack the hero.

[ALL GRUNTING]

Gracious.

Who'd have guessed convicted
felons could be so unmannerly?

We're wasting an opportunity.

Enforcers,
we need to get organized.

You got yourself a posse,
Silvermane.

And then some.

See, you learn a lot about
a guy sharing a cell.

Like whether or not
he's human.

Ah, man,
I knew he was a bot.

Now, we're getting somewhere.

Now what?

Hi, Daddy.

SPIDER-MAN:
Not sure why the cavalry hasn't arrived,

but I better play keep
away until I come up with...

I don't know, a plan.

Rematch, rematch.

The Web-Head,
we'll shred.

Johnny needs new shoes.

I hate these guys.

JONAH:
I love these guys, heh.

Someone should give them
their own show.

Jonah, you can't seriously be
rooting against Spider-Man.

He's our only hope of
regaining control of the prison.

Well?

I'm thinking. I'm thinking.

Felicia Hardy,
what were you thinking?

That my father shouldn't be
rotting away in prison.

And what if
you got caught?

The last thing
I want is my daughter

winding up in
Ryker's Ladies Wing.

Besides, your timing
couldn't be worse.

New York's most wanted
currently controls the prison

and they're trying
to exterminate Spider-Man.

Spider-Man? Here?

[SQUAWKING]

HOMUNCULUS 1:
Missed. Drat. Jazz hands.

Knew tearing and weaving
all them sheets together

was time well spent.

Oh, spider-sense
tingling non-stop.

Can't grok where the next--
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

[GRUNTING]

Hold him, Ox.

I need the workout.

BLACK CAT:
Oh, boys.

Is Spidey really the best
dance partner available?

Felicia,
have you lost your mind

or just forgotten everything
I ever taught you?

What can I say?

I've got a little crush.

It's a chick. Here.

Brilliant deduction,
Sherlock.

What was your first clue,
Spidey?

The voice, the hair,

or just the way
I make you feel?

[MEN GRUNTING]

[GRUNTING]

Door's fighting me.

That'll buy us
some time at least.

FLASH:
The raging rocks

and shivering shocks

shall break the locks
of prison gates;

We will meet,
and there we may rehearse

most obscenely
and courageously.

[GASPS]

Take pains, be perfect,
adieu.

HOBIE:
How now, spirit!

Whither wander you?

Over hill, over dale,
through bush, through briar.

Over park, over pale,
through flood, through fire.

I do wander everywhere.

Swifter than
the moon's sphere.

But either I mistake
your shape and making quite,

or else you are that shrewd
and knavish sprite.

Are you not he that frights
the maidens of the villagery,

misleads night-wanderers,
laughing at their harm?

Those that goblin call you
and sweet Puck.

Are you not he?

Thou speak'st aright;

I am that merry wanderer
of the night.

So Goblin
wasn't the only sprite

to use the Vault
for mischief tonight.

But if Spider thinks Cat
evens his odds,

Gobby'll open a few
more pods.

Okay.
What's going on?

GREEN GOBLIN [OVER PA]:
The Goblin's your savior,

you owe him a favor.

Spidey's trapped
in the prison.

Put him out of commission.

The Web-Creep's here?

Why would I do your
dirty work, Goblin?

I'm already in prison.

What else can you do to me?

GREEN GOBLIN:
Oh, just to be perverse,

I'll activate your curse.

To prevent it getting worse,

put the Web-Head in a hearse.

SILVERMANE:
Get that cell open now.

Cat, you're a sight
for sore eyes.

My curative powers aren't
limited to the eyes--

Uh, don't start.

W-What are you doing here?

You won't like it, Boy Scout--
Cat, don't.

But I'm here
to bust out my dad.

Spider-Man, meet Walter Hardy,
a.k.a. the Cat Burglar.

PETER:
That face.

Black Cat's father
murdered Uncle Ben.

Ill met by moonlight.

And never met we.

But with thy brawls thou
has disturb'd our sport.

As in revenge.
The ox hath therefore

stretch'd his yoke in vain,

Tricky webbing.

Sticky webbing.

And tasty too.

RHINO:
Web-Creep in there?

Then move it, pipsqueak.

[ROARING]

SPIDER-MAN:
Just so you know,

there's no way I'm letting you
bust this guy out.

Says the spider desperate
for the kitty-cat's help.

Not that desperate.
Never that desperate.

Gee, Dad.
What'd you do to this guy?

Do it, kid.

Now.

A simple trade, Swinger.

I help you get
the prison under control,

and you look the other
way for Walter.

Do you have any idea
what happened the last time

I looked the other way
for Walter?

[CLEARS THROAT]

Is it getting warm in here?

GLORY:
Weaving spiders, come not here;

Hence you long-legg'd spinners,
hence!

[BRAYS]

[SIGHS]

I pray thee,
gentle mortal, sing again:

Mine ear is much enamour'd
of thy note.

And thy fair virtue's force

doth move me to swear.
I love thee.

Methinks, mistress,

you should have little reason
for that.

Uh...

I beseech your
worship's name?

GLORY:
Cobweb.

Where are we?

Back in the Vault.

These tanks hold
the prison's tranq-gas.

Can you activate them?

Spread the gas
throughout the prison?

Huh, don't you think the
warden would have tried that?

Sorry, Swinger, but someone
needs to lure the cons here,

seal them in
and manually open the tanks.

But whoever did that would be
trapped inside with--

Exactly.

And would a hero
like you

allow anyone else
to take that risk?

Shall we their fond
pageant see?

GREEN GOBLIN & HOBIE:
Lord, what fools these mortals be!

Send the little guy in,
I tell ya!

I only take orders
from primates!

SPIDER-MAN:
Ahem. Any of you misbegotten malcontents

misplace an extremely
handsome Web-Slinger?

I think the clever turn
of phrase you're looking for

is "Get him!"
ALL: Get him!

Pistachio!

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[GREEN GOBLIN LAUGHS]

[SINGING]

HOMUNCULUS 1:
Can't escape Homunculi!

HOMUNCULUS 2:
Trapped!

Limited time offer!

FLASH:
Monsieur Cobweb,

get you your weapons
in your hand.

Curses!

HOMUNCULUS 2:
Foiled again!

Non-sequitor!
Non-sequitor! Non--

SPIDER-MAN:
And you guys got to take the shortcut.

Now how is that fair?

Hey, Molten Man,

bet you can't hit me
from there with a lava ball.

I'll take that bet!

[SPIDER-MAN CHUCKLES]

Sucker!

Where'd that bug
get to now?

SPIDER-MAN:
Ah, I never tire of hearing that.

Sweet dreams, cellmates.

Is he kidding?

No door stops Rhino
for long.

WALTER:
I won't need long.

For years,
the Cat Burglar took pride

in never hurting anyone.

I never even
carried a gun.

But as I got older,
I got slower,

and I became afraid.

I made a horrible mistake the
night I ended Ben Parker's life,

and I know I have to pay
for my crime.

So I'll turn on
the gas.

That won't make us even.

You're not forgiven.

I understand.
Well, I don't!

Dad!

WALTER:
I'm sorry, Felicia.

[ALL COUGHING]

But right now,
prison's where I need to be.

[GRUNTS]

An entire penitentiary
full of Spider-Haters,

and still he escapes.

Well, fine.

Gobby's done using
surrogate squashers

and rhyme schemes.

Feels like my spider-sense

is stuck
in permanent tingle-mode.

Whoa!

[CACKLING]

He's back.
The Goblin's back.

Cat, thanks, I--

Listen carefully.

I don't know what you did
to infect my father

with your
stupid conscience.

But it's your fault

he'll spend the rest of his life
in this hole.

And I'll never forgive you
for that.

Sir,
we've regained control.

Gotta hand it
to Spidey.

He beat the Vault and took out
every con in the place.

It's a conspiracy,
I tell ya!

They're all
working together!

Oh, to what end?

[MUMBLES]

To raise my blood pressure!

HOBIE:
If we shadows have offended,

think but this,
and all is mended,

that you have but
slumber'd here

while these
visions did appear.

And this weak and idle theme,

no more yielding
than a dream.

Else the Puck a liar call.

So goodnight unto you all.

Give me your hands,
if we be friends,

and Goblin shall
restore amends.

[AUDIENCE APPLAUDING]

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