"forgive me, dr. gordon, for disturbing you, but this is urgent." "i have nothing to say to you." "you might show a little more gratitude." "after all, i've done so much to make you feel at home." "you're confusing hospitality with captivity." "oh, i don't think of you as my prisoner, dr. gordon." "well, then i'm free to go?" "i think of you amy peer." "even ming doesn't know what i'm about to tell you." "go on." "i'm worried about thlongterm impact of the rift generator." "well, you should be." "punch enough holes in the veil between dimensions and... poof." "an early sign of this decay might be... spontaneous rifts." "opening and closing on their own." "perhaps pulling objects through?" "it's beginning, isn't it?" "you have to destroy the rift generator before it's too late." "no. the project must continue." "it must." "i will find a way to mitigate the damage, and you will help me." "never." "i've done too much already." "then i will get other help." "how?" "there is no one else." "not here... but there is one more." "genessa." "there's something i'd like you to do for me." "we went to the coordinates you provided." "there were no intruders." "because there was no rift." "third time this week." "what's with the sentinel?" "it is clearly defective." "it must be." "it's giving me radiant plasma levels that are completely erratic." "unless... rifts are opening and closing on their own." "that doesn't sound good." "no!" "not good." "bad. very, very bad." "it could be a sign that the end is beginning, that the dimensional barrier is starting to decay." "this is exactly what i was worried about!" "hey, slow it down for me." "all right, look." "every time ming opens a rift, it damages the dimensional barrier." "it gets thinner and thinner, like ice on a lake when the weather warms... you step on it here and it cracks, but then it cracks over here, too, and then it starts cracking everywhere," "until there's nothing solid left." "and we all drown." "okay, can we not jump straight to doomsday every time something goes wrong?" "i mean, maybe the sentinel's just acting a little wonky." "okay." "i'll check it." "i don't know." "maybe." "great." "this is not promising." "you try saving the universe with a trans-dimensional surveillance device that's powed by a toaster oven." "just take a minute, think about what you need, and i'll try and get it for you, okay?" "hah!" "a thousand times more processing power, proper sensing signals." "uh... a stable power supply." "full-spectrum detection capacity... he requires money." "yeah, well, as long as he's asking for the impossible, why don't we get him a girlfriend?" "okay, for funding like that, we're going to need a grant, whh means talking to people, and you're the one who said we have to keep this secret, so... i wouldn't eat that if i were you." "?" "the day come true" " =ææàãðü×öä"×é=- ·­òë£ºð£¶ô£º ê±¼äöá£ºâ¼öæ£º this isn't a farm team, arden." "it's a professional news organization." "i don't tolerate sloppy work." "mr. mitchell... though i suppose we should be grateful you even showed up today." "i can explain." "i don't want explanations, i want ratings." "...or else your backyard escape could become an innocent child's deathtrap." "for channel 7, i'm susan glass." "see the world..." "through me." "isn't she great?" "amazing ratings, her own website, a fan club." "everything but a story." "reporters like her don't need stories." "they can make anything hot just by covering it." "and that's a good thing?" "get out there and make some news, dale." "you could learn a few things from susan glass." "so, i just got a call from a kid at the skatepark." "asked for dale." "swears he has video of a "hot babe who stepped out of the sky. "" "oh, and then she ray-gunned him." "ray-gunned?" "i love it!" "i'll go talk to the art department, get them working on the graphic for 6:00." "you get the story." "a space babe." "ray-guns!" ""space babe. "" "ray-gun." "great." "what birds lay these eggs?" "uh... hello?" "why didn't you tell me there was a rift alert?" "because, if there was, we didn't know about it." "well, my inner sentinel says we have a visitor." "meaning?" "we got call." "roughly translated, a rift opened out at the skatepark and a space babe zapped some kid." "you think it's aura?" "do you hope it's her?" "you know what?" "just meet me there." "yeah!" "ooh, yeah!" "who are you?" "what do you want?" "i want you, dr. zarkov." "you don't want to do this, craig." "this belongs on the news." "if you won't put it on there, i'll take it viral, okay?" "people need to know that something freaky is going on in kendal." "no, they don't." "because it's not true." "what?" "i have the video on my phone." "you could've doctored it." "i saw it happen!" "how long have you been out here in the hot sun, craig?" "look, i know what i saw, okay?" "how do you know it's not just your friends messing with you?" "they're obviously punking you." "don't give them the satisfaction." "let's just delete the footage." "there he is!" "our new star!" "susan glass!" "oh, my... this is awesome!" "i see the world through her!" "yes!" "you called her, too?" "i love her!" "but you called me." "yeah, well, my mom watches you." "hello, craig." "it's a pleasure to meet you." "yes!" "hello, channel 4." "how's life in third place?" "i'm already in negotiations for the story, susa has she offered you an exclusive?" "she doesn't even want it." "fantastic." "give it to me." "you don't even know what it is!" "it doesn't matter." "when i'm done with it, it'll be amazing." "let's see what you've got." "yeah. yeah, yeah." "i'll take it, craig." "i'll do it tonight." "i'll put you on the air with it." "i'll lead with you at 6:00." "6:00 and11:00." "i'll give you my phone number." "bingo!" "watch and learn how emmys are won, channel 4." "you have to call me at home, though, i guess!" "okay, that is not good." "this is worse." "zarkov!" "no, wait!" "genessa!" "wait a minute, you know her?" "she, too, is a bounty hunter." "we used to work together." "what, you mean... yes. ming has taken zarkov." "join us at 60 for exciting footage of a u. f.o.... an unidentified female object that is... here at starshine skatepa." "take a peek." "perfect." "just what i need." "fochannel 7, i'm susan glass." "hello, victory." "see the world through me." "there you are." "this woman who abducted zarkov, ishe a friend of yours?" "she was, long ago." "so, now you'd gladly rip her heart out and stomp all over it?" "what?" "is she dangerous?" "she is a cold-hearted killer." "what?" "you mean she's going to kill him?" "if she was sent to kill him, she would have done it here." "they must want him back alive." "we've got to get to mongo and bring him back." "no. no." "i will go alone." "i can move unnoticed, stay to the shadows." "i'm going with you." "no!" "after the assassination attempt on ming, there will be a price on your head." "i do not want to have to save you, too." "hey!" "she's right, flash." "she's got a better chance alone." "besides, i need you here to help me take out susan glass." "it's bad enough being aced out, but a reporter who's not even a real reporter?" "i thought this was about stopping the world from finding out about the rifts?" "right." "that, too." "take her out." "you too." "destroy her." "okay, you two are scaring me." "no, stop!" "stop!" "no!" "stop it!" "geez!" "don't!" "don't tickle me." "okay, keep going." "ohh... i'm sorry, i just don't like being touched." "then you have not been touched properly." "ohh... oh." "okay, okay, okay, okay!" "that's enough." "i'm done. thank you." "oh!" "this is a trick, isn't it?" "you're going to kill me, aren't you?" "or tap my brain?" "we would never think of treating the great hans zarkov with anything but reverence and respect." "me?" "reverence and respect?" "you're kidding, right?" "is it not the same on earth?" "uh... no." "they locked me up for my theories." "they said that i was a delusional paranoid." "do i seem delusional to you?" "no." "you look like a brilliant scientist." "so... i want to give you something." "oh." "in front of everybody?" "the robe of a mongo scientist, worn only by the most brilliant minds." "you do not belong on earth." "you belong here, where your genius can be appreciated." "so... so, why did you bring me here?" "you are here, doctor, to do the most important thing you or anyone else will ever do." "you must be rankol." "please don't kill me." "oh, you are not a prisoner." "you are free to leave at any time." "just say the word, and genessa will escoryou home." "okay." "let's go." "but know that, by leaving, you may well doom the entire universe to oblivion." "right." "so, why don't you just tell me what you want?" "i need your help, doctor." "we all do." "one professional to another, i just need two minutes of your time." "are you always this intense?" "when it's something that's important to me." "because i can't decide if this is trespassing or stalking." "i'm here in the name of joualistic integrity." "every time somebody goes on the air with a uncorroborated piece of fluff like this one... no offen... none taken." "without taking the time to research, check sources, verify facts, it hurts all of us." "but, mostly, susan, it hurts you." "what if this story turns out to be a hoax?" "do you really want to be dan rathered?" "wow, dale." "i can't believe you care so much about my career." "i do." "no, i mean, i really don't believe you care so much." "you're just jealous." "but this may not even be a real story." "sit on your high horse and weep away, but i know what people crave." "they don't want to hear about rising inflation or the middle east." "they want to be entertained." "and if today's alien invasion turns out to be a weather balloon, well, then, we've got tomorrow's story, don't we?" "what about credibily?" "honor?" "ethics?" "ratings, raises, revenue." "well, we clearly have very different agendas, and at least i'm honest about mine." "well, that was a bust." "she's still going to do the story." "okay, well, then let's move on to plan "b. "" "i'll sneak through the loading doors and cut the power supply." "the master switches should be next to the control room. ours are." "okay, well, if we can get them off the air until at least 6:00, it'll give us a chance to get in there and steal the footage before they can air it again." "what if somebody's already seen the footage and seen the rift and knew what it was?" "now you're just being paranoid." "you sound like zarkov." "no, it's possible!" "if they've seen the tease piece and they know about mongo and rifts, they may know that things are cong from another planet, and they may also have figured out that we've been going there." "we're in serious trouble!" "okay, calm down." "it's not like some secret government agent guy is gonna pop out and arrest the two of us, okay?" "get in the van. now." "now i know how leftovers feel." "thingsre going to be okay, dale." "no, they're not." "things have not been okay for a while now, flash." "come on, we've gotten ourselves out of way worse situations than this." "you are such a liar!" "but thanks." "i know you mean well." "i can't begin to tell you how happy i am." "well, you're going to have to, because you sure don't look it." "i mean, here i am, just doing my job... kidnapping?" "hunting." "extra-terrestrials." "we're not extra-terrestrials." "no." "i'm dale arden." "i don't care who you are, sweetheart." "but you... you're lawrence gordon's son." "?" "adn my jakpot" "rilik, you son of a deviate." "you remembered." "once a cuddle-bark girl, always a cuddle-bark girl." "haven't seen you in a while." "i was beginning to worry." "do not waste your worry on me." "so, wre have you been hiding?" "in a good place." "but i have come to ask about genessa." "genessa?" "so you haven't left the life?" "i don't know where she is, baylin." "but you know denzins who know where she is." "please, don't get me involved." "vengeance is bad for business." "i do not wish to harm her." "you should." "you teach her everything you know, she jumps three attributions because of you, then she leaves you to die." "but i did not die." "this is all in the past." "what is this?" "it is called chocolate." "incredibly rare and extremely valuable." "mm... strange and magnificent!" "so, genessa... where would i find her?" "i've got no idea, baylin." "but you have channels." "you could send word for her." "finding a dimensional rift and lawrence gordon's son in the same quaint suburb can't be a coincidence, can it?" "you built one, didn't you?" "built what?" "a rift generator." "what is that?" "some kind of weird car part?" "nah, i've never heardf..." "what's a lift generator?" "rift generator!" "the portage initiative." "nope." "we have no idea what you're talking about." "who are you?" "the name's montgomery." "and i know about the rifts." "look, buddy, you've got the wro guy." "i restore old cars, okay?" "now, unless you want your disturbingly nondescript van pimped out, you're looking in the wrong direction." "no." "i was there." "i know what your father achieved." "i was the head of the sanitization team." "i cleaned it up when it all went wrong." "okay, look, i understand that your medication is wearing off, but if you let us go now, we might not press charges." "wait. the sanitation team?" "we'd come in, deep-vault the hot docs, make it all sub-rosa, seal the gen in the bottle." "funny thing is, we never found the blueprint." "the blueprint?" "your father stole a very valuable blueprint from the government." "you have it, don't you?" "see, you just lost me again." "maybe your buddy, zarkov, can explain it." "i don't know any zarkov." "do you know any zarkov?" "zarkov?" "what kind of name is zarkov?" "who's that?" "now you're just being paranoid." "you sound like zarkov." "oh... that..." "that zarkov." "yeah, that zarkov." "he was working for your father, and now he's working with you, so where's the blueprint he stole?" "my father would never steal anything." "we don't know what you're talking about." "okay." "okay." "i guess we do this old school." "hu li]: hotr he smokes, too." "uh... not exactly." "i tell yothis because you are the only one who can understand." "mm, not to quibble, but... only because you killed the others." "i did what was necessary." "we face a grave prlem." "the rift generator." "i fear that it endangers the very fabric of the universe." "yes!" "yes, exactly." "finally, somebody who understands." "this is fantastic." "not that the fabric of the universe is shredding... that's bad... the fact that you agree with me that it is... and as long as you keep using the rift generator, it's only going to get worse." "what if there were a way to move between dimensions without damaging the veil?" "yes." "that makes perfect sense." "you see, i think our two planets are fundamentally connected." "did dr. gordon ever talk to you about bell's theorem or the e. p.r. paradox?" "yes!" "well, what if the same quantum mechanics were operating at a planetary scale?" "what if rth and mongo are the opposite sides of the same coin?" "opposite... apart, but forever connected?" "yes, yes. yes." "see, two planets, two universes... the dark to our light, the negative to our positive, the yin to our yang... or the yang to our yin?" "it would certainly explain the similarities between our two planets." "yes. of course." "but using the rift generator to cross the divide may damage that connection and threaten to destroy both our worlds." "i observed that the energy required to create rifts was inconsistent." "so, the separation between the dimensions would be inconsistent, too." "exactly." "so, at some point in time and space, our two planets must have been much closer... connected." "so, if there was a way to calculate where and when these points were, it would be possible to travel with less force." "but, first, we would have to find these connecting points, and in order to find them, we would have to have comprehensive knowledge of the structure of the... universe." "universe." "exactly. but how?" "the imex." "it could tell us... if only flash gordon hadn't destroyed it." "yes." "ow." "what did you just do to us?" "just a little something to relax you and help you answer my qstions." "you did not give us a truth serum." "it's a trick." "it will never work." "mm-mm." "where do the rifts take you?" "to mongo." "to mongo." "okay, okay, maybe it will work." "where's mongo?" "it's another planet." "dale!" "in another dimension." "dale!" "i knew it. yes!" "dale, come on." "we can beat this, all right?" "we've just got to be strong." "be strong. be strong. be strong." "i'm trying!" "it's hard!" "it's like every thought that crosses my mind just wants to leap out of my mouth." "that's excellent." "dale, just let it happen." "what else did you want to tell me?" "flash is the best kisser i've ever known." "oh, my god, oh, my god." "did i say that out loud?" "yes, you did, and thank you." "and you're pretty good yourself." "okay, let's t to focus here." "wait. pretty good?" "hmm?" "who's better than me?" "aura?" "okay, first of all, i cannot be held accountable for that, and, second of all, i am so not answering these questions!" "who's aura?" "hey!" "it's my turn." "answer the question." "who's better, me or aura?" "okay, this is so not fair." "tell me." "mm-mm!" "tell me!" "mm-mm!" "okay, enough!" "i'm asking the questions here." "okay, well, could you get her to stop asking personal questions then?" "what is it with you two?" "she broke my heart." "before or after you broke mine?" "o... kay." "okay, just tell me." "do you use the blueprint to create the rifts?" "we don't create the rifts." "they do." "we have no idea what the blueprints are for." "my father was a physicist, not an architect." "it's not that kind of blueprint." "it's a schematic." "it's a piece of advanced alien technology." "they found it in an incan temple in nazca, peru." "oh, you mean the imex." "flh." "oops!" "no, no, no!" "no!" "uh-uh." "this imex, what does it look like?" "um... alien." "it's a... glowy things?" "with floaty symbols all around. oh!" "yes!" "damnit!" "that's it." "okay, and what is it?" "it's a molecular computer." "it contains the genetic code of the universe." "the dna of the cosmos." "oh, no. oh, n now he's going to make you tell him where it is." "no, i'm going to ask you where it is." "dale... dale, you can do this." "be strong, dale." "you can do this." "where is it?" "in zarkov's lab there!" "dale!" "yeah, see?" "i'm sorry!" "come on!" "where's zarkov's lab?" "no!" "no, i am not telling you that." "no!" "yes, you are." "yes." "yes." "yeah?" "and then what, huh?" "since you've been so good about telling me the truth, i guess i owe it to you to return the favor." "when i get the imex... i'm going to kill you both." "not good." "honestly?" "not good." "mm-mm, not good." "we're good at this." "we're good together." "we could probably take this creep out." "you're right." "you're hallucinating." "we could use his false sense of confidence against him." "remember that song when we were kids?" ""head, shoulders, knees and toes?"" "yeah, it goes, "head..." ""shoulders!" ""knees... d toes!"" "ow... and fist." "i don't remember that part of the song." "it's new." "you're amazing." "get his legs." "i'm trying!" "good call." "we really do work well together." "yeah. we really do." "...susan glass." "an unidentified... oh, no." "appeared out of thin air at starshine park today." "no official word from city government as to what threat this creature might pose to kendal." "everybody knows!" "that's okay." "we can totally spin this." "we just have to get back to the skateboard park." "and then we can take channel 7 down, just like we took down this guy?" "actually, no." "we've got to get back there because baylin and zarkov might be coming back through the rift at any moment." "and then we can take down channel 7?" "so, this is a set-up?" "would you have come if i had asked?" "not without my i. p." "but you were never one to lie." "i guess your style has changed." "not for the better." "i need to talk to you." "i've got nothing to say to you." "i want to help you." "yo help me?" "you're an outcast." "you're a disgrace." "why would i need your help?" "being away has given me the chance to think about things i did... we did..." "when we worked for ming." "sentiment does not become you." "remember the councilman?" "how the mother bargained and the father wept?" "are you not ashamed of what we did?" "we did what was required of us." "it doesn't have to be that way." "i got out, you can too." "i don't work for ming anymore." "i have a new employer now." "who?" "poaching for my job?" "if i wanted your job, i would have it." "so nice to see you girls together again." "and as friendly as ever." "yes." "and she was even good enough to tell me exactly what i needed to know." "there's only one place in nascent city that burns candles of zephyr wax... the pleasure garden." "yeah, i understand." "i know!" "but... we did, but..." "right." "why aren't we covering the space babe, like that cute susan glass on channel 7?" "because there are more important stories out there?" "now, first, arden lets us get scooped." "now, she's missing in action." "her explanation had better be better than any story she's ever covered." "get her on the phone. now!" "oh, boy." "you didn't have to come all the way back here, channel 4." "you can join my fan club on my website." "this is my story." "stay away from the kid." "what an awfuday." "everybody knows about the rifts." "when baylin gets back with zarkov, they're walking right into a homecoming party." "i'm saying things i thought i'd never say, and we have an unconscious government agent tied up in the back of a stolen van." "maybe that's the good news." "yeah, right." "dale arden." "dale, i'm very sorry... what was that?" "i just got fired." "this belonged to dr. gordon." "it's the imex code." "the key to understanding the entire universe." "so, dr. gordon did work with you?" "he helped you build the rift generator?" "yes." "he knew it was the best hope for both our worlds." "and you still killed him?" "don't assume that you know what happened." "but that prisoner, krebb, he told flash... flash was not safe on mongo." "as long as he believed that his father was still alive, he would not leave." "he was told what he needed to hear in order to protect him." "are saying that dr. goon may still be alive?" "no." "only that he wasn't executed." "alone on mongo, he wouldn't have survived long, so, please, don't give flash any false hopes." "dr. gordon, did he know about these ebbs?" "the thin spots in the veil?" "no." "if he did, i'm sure he would still be working with me." "so that is why you must pick up where he left off." "imagine what we might achieve through prolonged collaboration." "we'd be building a bridge to new worlds." "together, could save both our peoples." "but how?" "i can't stay here." "you must." "if you were to leave here now, with the work unfinished, you would doom both of our worlds, but if you stayed, you would be the savior to all." "you're absolutely right." "i have to stay." "dale, we've got to do something about this crowd before baylin brings zarkov back through the rift." "you're right." "but how?" "i've got an idea..." "we have to be sure the truth serum's worn off first." "how can we be sure?" "ask me a question." "okay." "who's the better kisser, me or aura?" "okay, we're going to be able to do this." "uh... i'm special agent bernard saint, from the echelon division of the dod's subcommittee on extra-terrestrial conjunction and oversight." "do you have any idea the kind of damag you've done?" "what?" "damage?" "no, man, look, i'm spreading the truth." "actually, you've just endangered the lives of over six billion people and several million household pets." "now, normally, extermination is the only option, but because you seem like a ne kid, i'm willing to give you a chance." "no. no looking at me." "i just want to get on tv, okay?" "that's all i... no talking." "ow!" "what the hell was that?" "you've just been implanted with a untraceable subdermal microchip." "we are now going to be tracking your every move, so i suggest you cease all ilgal activity, and bury this story immediately, if not sooner." "if not, we'll be forced to move you to a off-grid secure location indefinitely." "look... okay, okay, okay, okay, okay!" "what do i..." "what do i do?" "tell me what to do!" "with this and the imex, we could do it." "we could cross the dimensions with ease." "with the imex, there would be no more damage." "a brightuture for both our worlds." "if only we had the imex... baylin." "what a surprise." "that is the idea." "rkov, time to go home." "no!" "i have to stay." "what?" "we need to go back." "go back to what, hans?" "we're going to work together." "save everyone." "you don't understand." "no. you do not." "he will use you, and discard you, or worse." "tell him." "do the right thing." "tell him the truth." "there is no greater master than rankol." "zarkov, we are leaving. now." "get up there." "get up!" "one word from me, and this room will fill with guards." "go!" "well, we're going live in about seven seconds!" "we close tonight's newscast who with this live update." "craig, what else can you reveal about this mysterious circumstance that has gripped the public's imagination?" "i... made it all up." "what?" "by that you mean?" "uh... i wanted 15 minutes of fame, so i made that video and you guys put me on the news." "so... thank you, i guess." "hey, mom!" "mm-mwah!" "for channel 7, i'm susan glass." "i see through you!" "i mean, the world through you!" "i kissed susan glass!" "are we off?" "come on!" "who the hell do you think you are, pulling this on me?" "susan, honestly." "i had nothing to do with craig changing his tune." "as soon as i prove you're responsible, you're going down." "i failed you." "yes, you did." "i can return zarkov to you." "and ki baylin." "i know you can." "why?" "because i'm afraid that you know too much." "but i do appreciate all that you've done for me." "should we move on to plan "c"?" "call a tow truck for mr. crazy and his van?" "look out!" "i don't believe it." "oh!" "okay... i do believe it." "oh, my god." "ah!" "well, he's in for quite a shock." "why are you wearing a dress?" "this is not a dress." "it's a scientist's robe." "a symbol of respect and dignity." "are you okay?" "he is fine." "she tried to killed me." "i think my ankle is broken." "merely twisted." "no!" "it's clicking." "listen." "listen. click." "he did not wish to return." "zarkov, are you crazy?" "rankol needed my help." "what?" "and you were considering it?" "your father worked with him." "yeah, and look at what happened to him." "zarkov, that guy killed my father." "he's evil." "you can't trust him." "thank you for saving me." "i'm really glad to be back." "i'm just going to go back to my lab and get out of this thing." "...so i ask you to look at this as proof of the danger of rushing a story to air before it's been thoroughly, professionally researched." "you know what i really like?" "that i'm willing to come in here and stand up for my principles?" "that you can almost feel her ratings falling." "okay." "we've wasted enough time on this." "get back to work." "yes, sir." "dale." "so, i got my job back." "hey, that's great!" "no, that's great." "montgomery didn't get the imex." "everything..." "everything's going to be fine." "zarkov got home safe and sound." "there's just, uh, one little loose end." "and what's that?" "well, i never did answer your question about who's the better kisser." "that's okay." "i already know the answer to that."