SYNC by DakinPEx SUBSCENE
TICK: It's not always fun to be chosen.
To be thrust upon by greatness.
What you love most may get crushed to a fine talcum
under the heavy footfalls of the inevitable.
The call of that sweet lioness we name Destiny
doesn't just bring the good guys onto the field.
Oh, no.
Villainy gets a turn at bat.
And it plays only the hardest of balls.
(man speaks indistinctly in distance)
(door opens, closes)
-I got nothing. -Shit. Lint's gonna have our asses
if we don't find her.
TICK: The ones with skin in this game
may have to sacrifice it all for the team.
But you can't give up now, hero.
The town you call Home Plate lies in the path of a Goliath.
What are you gonna do about it?
What are you gonna do?
Hey, I got a bucket, in case you're gonna throw up more.
Oh, boy. Okay, Superian.
-No, I'm good. -Doctor,
how is Tick making Superian sick?
When The Tick blew up the wharf,
he was covered in tiny smithereens of Big Bismuth.
All this time, Superian has been woefully exposed
to his weakness.
Superian's condition is improving now that
The Tick is away, but we are not out of the forest yet.
Doctor, we need to get him back out there
-so he can stop the V-L-M. -No!
Superian must stay away from that walking Big Bismuth farm.
We cannot let The Terror's plan fall into place.
Okay, color is doing some weird things right now.
-What is The Terror's plan? -To use the Big Bismuth
in the V-L-M's bloodstream as the payload for the explosion,
which will kill Superian.
-Have you not been listening? -Yeah, no, I-I get...
I get the whole bloodstream-Bismuth thing,
kind of-- I just, I don't understand
how The Terror is gonna blow up the V-L-M.
The wingsuit you stole back from him,
he had me modify it, adding to it an ingenious device,
which will detonate the V-L-M from a short distance away.
Wait, but then why did he let me escape with it?
I believe The Terror intends for you
to trigger the explosion.
-That's insane. -Very likely so.
But we may be able to use that insanity to our advantage.
Wha-What are you talking about?
I must begin working on the wingsuit immediately.
Okay, am I flying right now?
-No. -I feel very up.
-You're standing. -Got it.
We should get you back into bed.
-Okay. -(grunts)
GOAT (calls): Hello?
ARTHUR: Hello?
Goat.
-Hey. Uh, can I, uh, help you? -One night.
I take off early for one night,
and my grandmother gives The Tickman all of our ice.
-Okay, I can pay you... -Who needs $120 worth of ice?
Uh, look, Goat, I'm-I'm actually dealing
-with a semi-sensitive situation. -Sensitive?
It must be very inflamed if you need that much ice.
(gasps)
-Oh! Oh, my God! -Goat, that's not...
Ah...
♪ ♪
Even now the champions gather,
pooling their might,
facing dawn's grim test
-with grit and... -(mechanical whirring)
Inseam!
Sorry. Dr. Karamazov insists that we try and rescue
every crystal of Big Bismuth that we can.
(panting softly): I understand.
And if that's what it takes,
then I want you to get way up in my Bismuth, Kevin.
(mechanical whirring)
That's it.
Oh, my God.
-It's Superian! -Yes, yes, it's Superian.
He's just trying to recuperate here quietly,
so if you could-- wha-what are you doing?
My friend Carl will not believe
I'm in the same apartment as Superian.
Stop it. No pictures. This is serious business.
He's in trouble. And as long as
he's in trouble, we're all in trouble.
Everybody-- the city, the entire world.
So until he gets better,
not a word about him being here to anyone.
Okay. All right.
KARAMAZOV: Arthur.
I think I have a plan, but we must go back
to Tinfoil Kevin's robot head at once!
Do you need my help?
Yeah.
TICK: Well, that was intimate.
KEVIN: That was...
every... inch of you.
Now, we see
how much Bismuth we got.
Whoa. Robbed of a sparkle
-I never knew I had. -Doctor, let me get this straight.
The Terror told you to put that thing inside my suit?
KARAMAZOV: Inside my suit, yes.
-The Catalyzer. -And that Catalyzer thing
is supposed to somehow detonate the Bismuth inside the V-L-M?
The Terror sets off the device remotely,
which then triggers the V-L-M to explode
into a cloud of radiated Bismuth.
And this kills Superian.
Okay.
But you think that you can alter the Catalyzer thing.
-Yes. -So instead of... exploding,
it just shrinks the V-L-M back down to normal size?
-Yes, I do. -Snazzy. How about we do that?
♪ ♪
MISS LINT: So, Esteban,
been in town for a whole week
killing Pyramid gang members, stepping on The Terror's plans,
teaming up with the JV league of idiot superheroes.
OVERKILL: Is this the torture?
'Cause you're boring me to death.
There's just one thing I don't understand.
You're in town for a whole week, and you don't call?
-(sighs) -Don't you even care anymore?
Don't I even warrant just...
a little vendetta?
I stalked you a little.
-Really? -Hoped you'd lead me to The Terror,
till I realized you had no idea he was still alive.
That's not the only reason you were watching me, is it,
little Straight Shooter?
Straight Shooter's dead.
(whispers): I don't think so.
(Overkill panting)
I think he's still in you.
♪ ♪
We had something special, he and I.
You used me so The Terror could steal the access codes
to Flag Five Headquarters.
You took advantage of me.
Villain.
Oh, come on.
You loved it.
(trembling breath)
Can we just cut the crap and get to the torture?
Okay.
(grunting)
♪ ♪
NEWSWOMAN: Authorities report the V-L-M is still heading
in an easterly direction toward,
quote, "more populated areas."
-The mayor has issued a statement urging calm... -Ouma.
-Hey. -...and says that she has
complete faith in the U.S. military
-and Superian. -What's he doing in there?
Sleeping. Goat is with him.
I'll take over for a little bit.
NEWSWOMAN: No loss of life yet,
but authorities estimate property damage to be
-in the millions. -We'll figure all of this out.
You don't have to worry.
It seems like a good time for worry.
Well... yeah.
I tell my grandson to be more like you.
What?
You're willing to throw your life away
to help others.
But, that's, uh...
Tha-That's really bad advice.
(drums playing)
(drumming continues)
HANNITY: So, the drumming...
this a good thing for the boss?
I mean, mood-wise?
(drumming continues)
'Cause I have to say the feeling isn't...
"good," per se.
TERROR: Stop it!
(drum set crashing)
(panting)
Can you not hear it?
It's like two notes stepping all over each other.
Sorry, sir, how's that?
Nah. What is it?
What's missing?
NEWSWOMAN (on TV): And in related news,
where is Superian?
That's a question many people
are beginning to ask.
Go check on the Urmanians.
See if they've got that little shrimp on ice yet.
(groans): No.
Oh, that little...
We are ready, uh, to shoot your announcement.
-Okay, we can table that. -(body thuds)
Arthur Everest. Little pissant.
I want Mothboy's family tree up on the board.
I want to know who and where all of them are.
-Now! -(minions grumble)
(gasps)
(yelps)
IMHOTEP: Lint's not letting anyone
-in the control room. -DENNIS: Yeah, well,
who the fuck wants to be in her torture chamber anyway?
IMHOTEP: I almost feel sorry for Overkill.
-Know what I mean? -Yeah, yeah.
I'm in pain.
Hey. Good, you're up.
Okay.
Superian...
...The Terror is alive.
Where am I again?
Uh, this is my apartment.
You're suffering from Big Bismuth poisoning.
Big what poisoning?
Big Bismuth. Uh,
The Terror figured out that it's your weakness.
And he figured out a way to make you more than just sick from it.
Oh, right, that stuff.
I always hated it.
You knew about it? How did...
Where does it come from?
Mm... baggage.
Wait.
The Terror is alive?
Yes.
Huh. I wondered about that.
I'm sorry, you... you wondered?
We found his teeth...
Yeah, I know about the teeth.
What is it with you people and teeth?
I thought I had him.
Spider tank... (imitates explosion)
...it blew up, and I just wanted it to be over.
And everyone was just tired of him getting away with it
all the time.
When it looked like I finally...
had him, well... (chuckles)
I thought they liked me before, but...
the adulation
was remarkable.
-Yeah, well... -I should've made sure.
Guess I was afraid of what I might find.
Why do you help us?
Because I want to be a good person.
Arthur, Kevin said the doctor needs to see you
back at the head.
Okay, yeah.
Albert.
It's Arthur.
The secret to The Terror's plans...
they make no sense.
ARTHUR: Dr. Karamazov.
Ah, Arthur!
Hey.
KARAMAZOV: I finished modifying the Catalyzer.
All we have to do is get this device within 100 feet
of the V-L-M's brain and trigger the reaction.
A-And that will shrink him back down to normal size?
Absolutely. No question. In theory.
Uh, theory?
Well, science is not an exact science.
There are no real absolutes.
The outcomes, especially with Big Bismuth,
can be unpredictable.
Unpredictable. So, like, wh-what could happen instead?
(powering up)
Oh!
Big Bismuth and the V-L-M detonates.
So, what are the chances of that happening?
20% chance.
-20% chance that I die. -Sorry.
20% chance of success.
80% chance of everyone exploding.
(laughing)
Wait a minute. Arthur exploding?
I think I got to do this, Tick.
I'll do it.
I can explode and barely feel a thing.
I even enjoy it.
Tick, come on, it won't fit you.
Okay?
Like you said back at my apartment...
...it's perfectly sized for my tiny body.
-(device beeping) -All right,
I disengaged The Terror's remote trigger.
Now, only you control the Catalyzer.
Copy that.
ARTHUR: Let me see. I can read this now.
KARAMAZOV: I switched it to English.
ARTHUR: Hand Taser?
I got hand Tasers?
That's cool.
-(grunts) -(electrical zapping)
I got to say... you look good, Esteban.
Yeah, AEGIS did a nice job rebuilding you.
New face, new eyes,
those talented hands.
Okay, I get it.
You don't find me attractive anymore.
-(Overkill sighs heavily) -What is it?
The crazy glass eye or the giant scar down my face?
I'm not one to talk about anyone's eyes and scars.
Okay?
I think you're more beautiful now than ever.
Doesn't change the fact
that you're back working for him.
What choice do I have?
I know you, Janet.
I saw there was good in you.
It wasn't the good in me that you were attracted to.
(sighs) It doesn't matter.
Only thing that matters to me
is seeing The Terror's head cleaved in two.
What if I can make that happen?
Things haven't been great between us lately.
I have the means at my disposal.
I run the city now.
The Terror runs the city.
And he runs you.
Not if you kill him.
Consider it a win-win for both of us.
I'll even tell you where he's at.
Holed up in the BTC building downtown.
As in... Brown Tingle Cola?
He created that stuff back in the day.
Damn it.
It's my favorite kind of cola.
I would kill him myself, but he's... kind of my mentor.
OVERKILL (echoing): No, thanks. Not interested.
I am offering you the chance
to kill the man that murdered your team.
Your Uncle Samson.
No offense, Janet, but I don't trust you.
Yeah.
(chuckles wryly)
Okay, I get it.
So should we just pick up where we left off?
It's your party.
(grunting, shuddering)
(yells)
How does that feel, baby?
(panting): That all you got?
You want more?
-I got more. -Give me more.
-(Overkill grunting) -Oh, Jesus.
OVERKILL: Come on!
MIDNIGHT: Some 15 years ago, when we were all younger,
more innocent, and unaware of how quickly
everything could change forever,
-(phone vibrates) -this city was defended
by a patriotic team of heroes.
-Hello? -ARTHUR: Hi, Walter. Hi. Is my mom there?
-Can I talk to her, please? -Oh, Arthur!
I was just thinking about you.
-Funny story... -Oh, Walter, come on, please don't.
When we got up this morning, there was no yogurt
in the fridge, so we thought, "croissants."
That's a fun word to say, isn't it? "Croissants."
I also like pamplemousse.
That's a "grapefruit" in French.
Yeah, Walter, my mother? Please?
Ah, that's what I'm telling you.
She went to get us something to eat,
while I save our place at the memorial ceremony.
The memorial ceremony?
Yeah, the Flag Five Memorial ceremony.
Your mother knew you wouldn't want to come,
and, of course, that's okay.
♪ ♪
-MIDNIGHT: Providing protection... -Y-You there?
Uh, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm still here.
I-I just, uh...
I forgot that, uh, today is that day.
Well, that's a first, isn't it?
Wait a second, Walter,
did you say that you're in the city with Mom?
Tick, Mom and Walter are in the city.
Heavens to Betsy. More stakes!
Okay, Walter, listen to me carefully.
-The V-L-M is heading your way. -What?
The V-L-M is heading to the city!
-The V-L-M? Are you sure? -Yes, yes,
I'm sure, okay? So you and Mom
have to find shelter, get yourself to safety now!
Oh, my God. What are you gonna do?
Tick and I are gonna stop him.
Well, that sounds like a big day.
Yeah. Yeah, it's a pretty big day.
So I got to go, Walter.
Good luck, son.
MIDNIGHT: We in the Flag Five all had one thing in common.
We loved this city and all the people in it.
I know Chris and Sedona
-and Uncle Samson would be... -(alarm blaring)
Yes, I-I think we're... we're getting word
that there's a citywide alert.
Authorities are asking that we clear this park and find
the nearest available shelter.
-(alarm continues blaring) -Walter!
There you are. What's going on?
Arthur says that the V-L-M is coming here now.
What? Why would he say that?
Joan, there's something you need to know about your son.
(panting)
As much as I'd really love to do this all day and night,
I've got things to do, so unless you've had
a "come to Jesus" moment
about joining me, there's nothing left to do
but to finish you off.
I get that.
Mmm.
(alarm ringing)
What... what?!
Don't move!
Get away from him!
Clever. Set off the station's sprinkler system,
so I can't fry you without frying myself.
That's right. So back off, Paloma.
You know this isn't over, right, Dottie?
But first, I really just want to say
that whatever this is between you two,
it's not healthy, and you both, you need serious therapy.
Yeah. You're right.
And not couple's therapy; serious, one-on-one therapy.
OVERKILL: Okay, we get it.
(alarm blaring)
Thanks, Antonio.
Ugh.
(soldiers chattering indistinctly)
Hey, Arthur, uh, I don't know how to say this.
-I don't want you to go. -(V-L-M footsteps booming)
Tick, the Flag Five Memorial is today.
Everything is happening today
on-on the anniversary of my father's death.
I'm starting to think that...
maybe this is all happening for a reason.
-(booming continues) -Maybe this all means something.
I guess what I'm saying is that...
maybe I believe you.
Maybe destiny is real.
Oh, she's real, chum. She's real.
-(booming continues) -Maybe she, she wants me to go.
Up there.
(footsteps booming)
Maybe she wants you to let me.
Vaya con destiny, amigo.
You, too, Tick.
Think you can get him to stop for a minute?
Yeah, sure, I can do that.
♪ ♪
(Arthur grunts)
(V-L-M bellows)