01x21 - Countdown to Doom

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[opening theme music playing]

[narrator] Spider-Man.

[inaudible speaking]

[meows]

[inaudible speaking]

[growls]

[narrator] Spider-Man.

You'll be able to see
the launch fine from here.

I'll be back later.

See ya, Mike.

Wow. When my science professor heard

I was going to watch the launch
from the main control room,

was he envious!

And, oh, and I'll pay you back
for the fare, Aunt May.

Bea, Peter is getting credit
for a science field trip

thanks to you
and your nephew Michael.

Behind me is Dr. Emil Zoltan,

the man responsible for
putting Dr. Doom's laser cannon

on the space platform
being launched here today.

Dr. Zoltan, perhaps
you'd like to tell us

why you're sending
Doctor Doom's cannon into space.

Out of my way.

[Mission Control]
Lift-off in 8 minutes.

[man] Fuel lines connected.

Uh, roger.

Hey, not yet!

Too late! The fuel hose is cut!

Liquid nitrogen. It'll freeze steel,

so it's brittle as glass.

Let's move!

[rumbling]

Hey, we're stuck!

And I think the cable's
starting to break.

[ice crackling]

- [beeping]
- What's goin' on?

Uh-oh.

That elevator's jammed.

Where's the emergency crew?

Get somebody up there!

They need help, and fast!

Rescue team to the elevator
on the double!

[siren wailing]

Oh, no!

- It won't hold.
- It can't!

We've had it.

[siren wailing]

We'll never get to 'em in time!

But your friendly neighborhood
Spider-Man will!

I never forget my mittens.

Nothin' can save us now.

Except a miracle.

Going down!

We've cut off the fuel.

It'll only take a few minutes
to replace the line.

The launch will take place.

Countdown continues,
thanks to Spider-Man.

What a strange twist of fate.

Because of the web-slinger,

my countdown's continuing as well.

I must remember to thank him.

Ah, Boris, even your treachery
couldn't stop me,

my old friend.

Have the prisoner brought
to my chambers immediately.

[whispering]
All right, they're gone.

When we rebuilt
this wing of the castle,

we found this passageway.

No matter where it leads,
it has to be better than here.

You show us the way, Johann.

[Mission Control] We have a go.

Lift-off in ten seconds.

Nine. Eight. Seven.
Six. Five. Four.

Three. Two. One.

Ignition!

[cheering]

You wish to see me, master?

Yes. Come, look.

Today, my life's dream comes true.

We lost control!

I've picked up
a mysterious tracking beam

from somewhere in Europe!

Never a dull moment!

Oh, my. Something seems
to have gone wrong.

Yes, let's ask... Peter? Peter!

[stuttering] Now where did that boy go?

- Oh, dear.
- Quick!

The auxiliary tracking computer!

The auxiliary tracking computer is dead!

- What?
- [man] Final separation in

five seconds...

Separation complete!

The platform is in orbit.

But it's out of our control.

Michael, dear, I think
something you should know

about that Dr. Zoltan!

- I saw him...
- Uh... Please, Mrs. Parker.

Not right now.

But, Michael... Oh, dear.

Finally, Boris. Finally,
the world will know

what true leadership is.

My leadership.

Master, how will taking control
of the space platform...

Silence!

The Pacific Ring of Fire,

the largest volcanoes on Earth.

In seconds, it will be
exactly 12:00 noon.

And when my laser cannon
causes those volcanoes to erupt,

all at the same time,

the Earth will be
launched out of its orbit.

And only I can bring it back.

It's the ultimate blackmail.

The final countdown
for Space Ship Earth.

Five, four, three, two, one!

It will take 2.37 seconds.

- Gotta find out what's... Hey!
- [rumbling]

What was that?

- What happened?
- It's an earthquake!

The b*mb?

- Look out!
- Hey!

- What is that?
- We're being attacked.

Look! Everything's shaking!

What is it? What's happening?

My calculations were... [thud] ...perfect!

Only my genius could blast
the Earth from its orbit.

And only I can keep it

from the dawn of a new Ice Age.

[Mike] The temperature
is dropping, fast.

Snow? In Florida?

Boy, is this gonna be
bad for business!

[high-pitched tuning noise]

The tracking signal that
controls the space platform

comes from... Latveria!

Who else but that
tin-headed maniac?

Can we get back
into the proper orbit?

Or has Doom really pushed
the final button?

- Dr. Lee?
- Take a look, gentlemen.

The Earth. The Sun.

This mountain here represents
the volcanoes

which Doctor Doom
caused to erupt.

By making the volcanoes
erupt simultaneously

when they are pointing
at the Sun,

the Earth moves away.

But make the volcanoes erupt again

when they are facing
away from the Sun,

and the Earth should move back
where it belongs.

But only Doctor Doom
can make the volcanoes erupt.

There goes my spider sense.

The computer card!

What are you doing?

- Spider-Man!
- I'll show you.

Dr. Zoltan, what is
the meaning of this?

It means the good doctor here

is an agent of Doctor Doom.

- What?
- Yes.

And proud of it.

The only hope for the world
lies in his leadership.

When will you fools learn?

We've got to fire the volcanoes
at exactly midnight, European time,

or we could blast the Earth
even farther off course, and...

And that would be that.

Ah, here's
the French ambassador.

Ah, ze amazing Spider-Man.

What can we do to 'elp?

They told me your jet
was leaving for France immediately.

I'd like to hitch a ride
as far as Latveria.

h*, h*, mais oui.

But you must show me
how you squirt out your web

from those little things, yes?

Mais oui.

[chattering]

[woman] Where do we stop him?

[man] Yes, how?

Order. Order, please!

[Doom] What do you know
of order, weakling?

What do any of you know of order?

You, sir, are a madman!

Silence! Look around you.

The world is filled with wars,

with hunger, with violence
and petty greed.

You have done nothing to change that.

I offer the world a better way.

I offer strength, leadership,

I offer world peace.

World order.

I offer what you claim to want,
all of you!

A more secure, and a happier world.

But you've just destroyed the world.

Earthquakes, tidal waves...

Look again.

Everything was foreseen.
Planned to the millimeter.

Destruction will only occur
in uninhabited areas

of the world,

thanks to my genius and my planning.

One human being will be harmed
by this demonstration of my power.

You have eight hours
to make your decision.

Declare me, Dr. Doom,
ruler of the world,

or the Earth will freeze.

Mmm. The subject is
now open for discussion.

As world temperatures
continue to fall,

the U.N. works feverishly
to find a solution.

So far, they have met
with total failure.

And at this moment,
Latveria is surrounded

with a radar blanket.

Not even an insect
could cross the border

without being detected
by Dr. Doom.

All France salutes you, Spider-Man.

Ah! There is Latveria.

But if we attempt a landing,
Doom would sh**t us down.

I'll get there, Mr. Ambassador.

[speaks under his breath]
I'm not exactly sure how.

But...

[machine voice]
Intruder. Sector eight, near the river.

Every available soldier,
into that area.

When real spiders do this,
it's called ballooning.

Hope it throws them off.

Oh, no! Well.

I've got to make use of that river!

Sounds like Niagara Falls.

Niagara Falls!

Ew!

The last time I was here,
the underground

had a secret door in this cliff.

Ah! Hope it's still a secret.

- Delegates! Delegates, please!
- [gavel banging]

It has been decided.

We have no choice but
to turn the world leadership

over to Dr. Doom.

The United Nations declares you,
Dr. Doom, Master of the World.

I accept the designation.

My friend, I have
prepared well for this day.

I'll place replicas of myself
in every country of the world.

Waiting for this signal to take control
of the world's governments.

All the world's governments.

You will obey me as your new leader.

I declare the United Nations immediately
and forever, disbanded.

- [hubbub]
- Leave!

All of you.

I object! This is an outrage!

- The people will not...
- The people?

The people will do what
Dr. Doom tells them to do.

Boris, I wanted you to see
what you gave up

when you betrayed me.

I wanted you to see me taste

this sweetest nectar of total victory.

And now, you may return to your cell,

for the rest of your life.

No, my old master.

A robot? Hmm.

It seems, Boris,
I taught you too well.

[chattering]

Wait! Someone's there.

[Spider-Man] You know, with
a few more candles and a violin,

you could do a nice,
weekend business.

I don't believe it!
The answer to our prayers!

Well, I wouldn't go that far.

I would! Come on!

We're moving out.

- You there! Soldiers!
- Afraid to leave your post?

- Are you afraid of Doom?
- Yeah, they are afraid.

[revolutionaries laughing]

[indistinct chattering]

All navies of the world
are ordered to obey only my command.

If I get a paper hat
and a wooden sword,

can I play soldier too?

- Hi, tin-head!
- The wall-crawler.

Haven't you heard?
The world is mine.

Officially.

If I can set up those
volcanoes precisely at midnight,

you'll be a loser!

Officially!

Now, which one controls
the laser cannon?

[Boris] The large red lever!

Naturally. What else? Thanks!

Now, Spider-Man. Now!

Farewell, you contemptible insect.

Oh, I hate goodbyes.

You're done for, Spider-Man.

You've no place to run.

That's okay, rust pot.
I'm beginning to like it here.

You miserable... Eh?

What?

No!

Wow.

[applauding, cheering]

Some days it feels good

being your friendly
neighborhood Spider-Man.

[closing theme music playing]