01x10 - The Mask of Doom, Part III

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Wow!

Let me tell you what happened

in the first two parts

of Doctor Doom's story

in case you foolishly missed them.

Doom kidnapped Sue

and then after trapping

Reed, Johnny and The Thing

he carried them off to his

castle deep in the Black Forest.

Reed now knows that their captor

is the same Victor Von Doom

who had been his classmate

in college.

He was an evil scientific genius

who had survived

a dangerous experiment

to menace the worid years later

as the dreaded Doctor Doom.

Doom captured the Fantastic Four

to force them to carry out

a deadly, mysterious missión.

Sue tried to keep him

talking long enough

to give Reed, Johnny and Ben

enough time to escape.

Luckily,

the power-mad tyrant was willing

to tell her his life story.

It was a story he had

kept locked within him

all those tortured years.

With the tale concluded at last

Doom tricked our heroes

into entering the room

where Sue was held c*ptive.

A room that grew smaller

with each passing minute.

They only had 48 hours

to travel to Ancient Greece

in Doctor Doom's time machine

to bring him back

the mysterious coffin of Argos.

And now let the wonderment begin.

Your room grows smaller, my dear.

If your husband and his friends

are not successful

you have less than 47 hours

before you are considerably

smaller as well.

Reed will return, Doctor Doom,

and when he does

He will make me more powerful

than you could possibly imagine.

Look! The coffin of Argos

is more than

an archeological trinket.

It holds an alien power

generator of incalculable force.

The Ancients feared it,

and with good reason.

I shall use it to dominate the Earth!

Reed will never put

such power in your hands.

He may soon be lost

in the mists of time

in which case I will be rid of him,

your fiery brother

and that grotesque

orange brute forever!

Either way, I win.

Amazing. Doom's device

penetrated the space-time continuum

by accessing

a fourth-dimensional wormhole.

Yeah, Doom's just the kind

of worm who'd do something like that.

The time machine, it's gone.

How the Sam Hill

are we gonna get back now?

We don't need to worry about that, Ben.

Yeah? How come?

Because they'll probably k*ll us first.

It's a Persian invasión force.

I don't want to jump to no conclusions

but it looks like they ain't

too crazy about us.

We don't want to affect

the course of history.

But the Persians were merciless tyrants

and the Greeks gave birth

to the ideals of democracy.

- So

- So?

- So? So?

- So we'd better punt.

Stick around! I'm just warming up!

Good work, Johnny.

Ben, now we can start searching

for the coffin of Argos.

- What did he say?

- A salutation in Ancient Greek.

Luckily, I still have a supply

of those translingual patches

we used in fighting the Skrull invaders.

Greetings, men of Athens.

- We come in peace.

- By all the gods, stranger!

We owe you our lives. Ask what

you will and it shall be yours.

I, Xanthus, swear it.

Okay, we're looking

for the coffin of Argos.

What? Not the coffin?

- You can't be serious?

- Do we look like we're kidding?

- Come on, we got things to do.

- The coffin of Argos is cursed.

Our legends tell us great Zeus

cast it into the underworid

when it brought dissensión

to the gods.

To seek it is to seek death.

So we got a lousy hobby. Where is it?

Yes, we must find it,

no matter the risk.

Then you must look there

on the slopes of Mount Olympus.

Home of the gods.

The Temple of the Oracle.

If anyone knows its whereabouts

it will be she.

But the road is dangerous. I wish

I could do more to help you

but we must go

to warn the countryside.

The Persians will return.

And if we must die

to preserve our freedom

we shall do so willingly. Farewell!

Wait! There is something you can do.

We may have less trouble

if we don't look quite so Foreign.

Can you give us something

more appropriate to wear?

Yeah, they lost our bags at the airport.

Man! I look like the keyboards guy

in a heavy-metal retro band.

Nonetheless, these clothes

should enable us to move about

without attracting undue attention.

Ha! Look at Big Brain.

Guess you're gonna need

a head transplant, huh?

We've got to reach the Oracle.

The clock is ticking. Hurry.

Sue's life depends on us

fulfilling this missión.

Steady, Hauptmann.

Begin the fusión process. Carefully.

The energy demands of a time

machine strain even my resources

but I must maintain its effectiveness

until Richards returns.

With my prize.

Come on, Susan.

You can't power yourself out

of this but you can still think.

Johnny would melt himself free.

Reed would thin down and slip out.

And Ben, well, he would just

flex his muscles and pop these.

Wait, I can flex the capsule

with my invisible shield.

Now get going, girl! Agh!

Maintain constant quark flow.

I'll be seeing you, Doctor

but you won't be seeing me.

I cannot leave the energizing

process to pursue her.

Send the Creeper.

At once, Excellency!

Search and recover.

Search and recover.

Search And recover.

Temple of the Oracle.

I've read about it, of course.

But I never dreamed

I'd actually see it as it was.

Who seeks the Oracle this day?

Speak or be gone.

Strangers from another land.

Phew! Hey, smells like rotten eggs.

Bleuch!

Didn't these Grecians

never hear about air fresheners?

It's hydrogen sulphide from

the mineral spring in the crevice.

The Ancients believed

such things had magical powers.

This is no place for non-believers.

We need to find the coffin of Argos.

You lie!

Only fools and conjurers

seek that which does not exist.

But you, you're neither.

- You're young.

- You are, too.

And incredibly gorgeous.

I am Oracle. My destiny is to sit

before a crack in the worid

and look into the dark face

of the unknown.

It is for you to question me.

More than that is not to be.

- My name is Johnny.

- I know all.

You must go to the River Styx.

If the coffin of Argos truly exists

would it not have come to rest

where the mighty Zeus

cast it down from Olympus?

Look to the River of Death.

Farewell, Johnny.

- Gone

- Fat lot of good she done us.

All that gobbledygook

about some dumb river

ain't gonna do us diddly-squat.

That waterfall.

If the coffin of Argos traveled

down from this mountain into a river

this stream could've carried it.

But the Oracle said the god Zeus

threw it into the underworid.

You see, Johnny,

Greek myths, like all legends

are often based on actual events

poetically retold.

Let's just hope that's true

in this instance.

Now get on board.

- Hey, easy!

- Hang on!

- We're gonna sh**t the rapids!

- Oh!

Jeez Louise!

Look out, Reed.

Whoa!

Wow! The myth was right.

Over the centuries, treasures

washed down Mount Olympus

and accumulated in this natural grotto

which was converted

into a shrine to the gods.

Look!

The what-you-call-it of Whose-is.

Let's see what's inside.

No! If Doctor Doom wants it so badly

the contents are undoubtedly

powerful and dangerous.

But we found what he sent us for.

Come on, we gotta get back.

Back Before Sue

gets Squished

I can't keep my baby blues open.

The brazier.

It emits a form of Sleep gas

when it's lit.

Can't lose the coffin now.

The invincible threesome who drove

our ground forces off yesterday

defeated by a simple ancient trap

set to thwart thieves.

Haul them on board.

I'll use them as galley sl*ves

when we attack the Greek fleet

at Salamis tomorrow.

And should they survive the battle,

I'll hang them.

Heave! Heave!

Stroke! Stroke! Faster!

Faster! Our invasión fleet awaits.

Ugh My head.

Auntie Em Auntie Em

Feels like a weasel died in my mouth.

Oh, we've been out for hours.

And now we're at sea. And

That promontory and coastline

look strangely familiar.

Hmm.

Watch it, Curly.

You could hurt somebody.

I could and I will, sl*ve.

Now, put your back into your oars.

Today mighty Persia

shall bring Greece to her knees.

Who're you calling sl*ves, sleazeball?

Let's 86 these chains.

Bondage makes me nervous.

Flay the dogs. Put them to the lash.

Catch!

I guess them sailor guys

forgot to eat their spinach.

Now I know why I recognize

that coastline.

I studied it in college.

We are about to enter

the Battle of Salamis.

Look, in 480B.C.,

the Persian king Xerxes

assembled the largest invasión armada

in the history of the Ancient Worid.

Contemporary accounts say the Greeks

could only muster a small defense force.

Ben, where's the coffin of Argos?

- Here, but it shrunk.

- Must be molecular compressión.

This is one time we must make sure

history comes out right.

One of the strangers

who saved us yesterday.

Ben! Johnny! Hurry!

Attack! Attack!

Again you find us in unequal battle

to defend our freedom.

When I lower my sword,

ram the Persian flagship.

Now!

- Agh!

- Wait, there's a better way.

The gooey substance you burn

for torchlight, what is it?

A foul-smelling gift from the sea

which washes up on our beaches

in globules.

Once lit, water cannot put it out.

By any chance, is it called Greek fire?

Yes, but I do not understand.

That gunk is crude petroleum.

Precisely. It washes ashore

from a sub-oceanic oilfield.

Oil schmoil!

We're gonna be sub-oceanic

if you don't stop gassing

about torch fire,

water that don't put out, and

Hey!

The Persian ships are made of

- Wood!

- What's he doing?

- Stop him!

- It's incredible.

Batter up!

Water will not extinguish the flames.

It's Greek fire!

Abandon ship!

My invisible shield!

It's my only chance!

Prisoner Recovered.

Bring her to me.

Again have you rescued us

and preserved our democracy.

Stay and be our honored brothers.

Thank you, Xanthus, but we must

return to our own time at once.

My wife's life depends on it.

- We're waiting, Ben.

- I ain't going.

- What?

- You have to!

Well, I ain't a freak here.

They like me just the way I am.

- But we'll never see you again.

- No time to reason with him.

Goodbye, Ben. We'll miss you.

I'll never forget you, big guy.

Yeah, well I'll miss you too.

Jeez, the wind must've gotten

into my eyeball, or something.

Hey, what's happening?

Water spout!

Look out, Reed!

The coffin of Argos,

its contents are lost.

- Johnny?

- I'm okay, Reed.

But the water spout sank all the ships.

- That means that Ben

- Yes.

Ben.

Doom's time machine!

- We must go.

- No, no, no, not without Ben.

Sue wouldn't want us to leave him behind

if he drowned.

Your friend survived, Johnny.

Wait for me!

Thank you, Oracle.

Remember me.

So I made a mistake.

- Sue me!

- What?

Reed, darling! Johnny! Ben!

- Are you all right?

- Yes, sweetheart, we're fine.

I never lost hope

I'd see you again, darling.

I knew you'd come back. You had to.

Your touching reunion must wait.

You found it!

The coffin of Argos in exchange for Sue

or I'll have Ben squash it.

You heard him, Fender Face.

Release her.

The coffin of Argos!

Fools! The power

this contains will enable me

to dominate the Earth.

You and all mankind

shall be helpless to resist me.

Greek fire! You tricked me!

Not at all. You asked

for the coffin of Argos

and we delivered it.

Just as I intend to deliver you

to the proper authorities.

I used the energy

in your own time machine

to summon the Fantasticar!

- Grab him, Ben!

- Hope you like stripes, creepo.

I'm afraid I have a previous engagement.

But never fear! We shall meet again!

And when we do, we'll be ready.