Flash Gordon

Klytus, I'm bored.

What plaything

can you offer me today?

An obscure body in the SK system.

The inhabitants call it Earth.

How peaceful it looks.

EARTHQUAKE:

Most effective, Your Majesty.

Will you destroy this Earth?

Later. I like to play with things...

before annihilation.

MAIN TITLE:

HOT HAIL:

Green Mountain Airways 123

requesting instructions.

I hope Flash Gordon's had

a great vacation after last season.

- Any problem, fellas?

- Just turbulence. Nothing serious.

Nothing you'd want to toss

a third-down pass through either.

Would you like to autograph this

for my kid, Mr. Gordon?

- Call Boston approach.

- It may be smoother higher up.

Do us a favor and leave them alone.

They're busy driving the bus.

It's just a little turbulence.

- My name's Flash.

- I know.

I'm sorry if I seemed rude.

I'm just a little scared.

It's kind of nice.

A travel agent who's scared in planes.

I asked the Matre D' who you were.

- Talk to me. Get my mind off this.

- I couldn't believe you were alone.

- You're just saying that.

- No, I mean it.

- What were you doing there, alone?

- Trying to get my head together.

- By myself, you know?

- I sure do.

It's okay.

Honestly, it's nothing.

- Famous last words.

- I take flying lessons.

Sometimes air rises above clouds

and you get a...

What's the matter?

What's happening, Flash?

Dr. Zarkov! There's no sun.

It's 8:
24 in the morning.

- No sun?

- No.

Check the angular vector

of the moon.

There seems to be no reason

for these intergalactic upsets.

Only Dr. Hans Zarkov, formerly

of NASA, provided an explanation.

His ideas, however,

have been rejected as irrational.

According to NASA, today's

solar eclipse is no cause for alarm.

A team of scientists has been

in conference with the President.

What do you find?

The moon out of orbit?

By more than twelve degrees.

It must be a mistake.

That's no mistake.

It's an attack.

I've been right all these years.

Fragments of moon rock. Our moon

is subjected to some enormous force.

A kind of energy beam.

Time to go, Munson.

I've got the coordinates -

- the direction it's coming from.

This is what we've been waiting for.

We'll go up and counter-attack.

You're crazy.

I'm not going up in that.

- I can't handle the capsule alone.

- You'd better try.

- Get your toothbrush and whatever.

- Right, chief.

Munson!

Why are you running away?

All the frequencies are dead.

- Get a look at the V.O.R.

- Holy cow!

John, ten o'clock!

I'll put this baby down right here.

What the hell?

- My God, where are the pilots?

- Help me pull her up.

Are we coming up?

I can't see.

Me neither. Look for landing lights.

- This isn't my scene. Look where?

- Hit the switches over there.

Did your flying lessons

get as far as landing?

I was afraid you'd ask that. No.

Hang on, here we go.

Munson!

I swear, Munson, I'll shoot!

Get shot, go up,

what's the difference?

You'll give your life to save Earth.

- Haven't you any spirit at all?

- No!

- Dr. Zarkov, listen!

- You're back.

- Dale, you all right?

- I'm terrific.

Let's get out of here

before she blows.

Hold me for a second, then drop me,

I'll kiss the ground.

- You sure you're okay?

- Fine. But no more flying.

- Good morning! Are you injured?

- It seems not.

A miracle.

I expect you'd like to use my phone?

- I would.

- I'm sure the insurance...

- Please, don't mention it.

- What happened to the sun?

- Looks like an eclipse.

- There was nothing about it on TV.

The phone is right in there.

Sorry, Munson.

Missed your opportunity.

- Where's the telephone?

- I'm sure that's Dr. Zarkov.

He's a crazy scientist I saw on TV.

He kept talking about an attack.

They kicked him out of NASA...

- Dr. Zarkov.

- Enough!

- Are you crazy?

- Unfortunately not.

The attack has begun. We have eleven

days before the moon crashes down.

- I need aid in taking off.

- Taking off where?

Up there. I need one person

to keep a foot on that red pedal -

- During blast-off.

You're the lighter. Sit down.

You may leave. Tell the world

what Hans Zarkov has done.

I guess I'll be running along now.

You lunatic!

Flash, the doors!

Sit down! Keep a foot on the pedal,

or the G-forces will kill us all.

My God, we're moving.

For God's sake,

strap yourselves down! Quick!

The red pedal!

Friendship.

Built this to send in friendship...

The end, now...

Unless we three can...

Unless we can...

Strange object

in the imperial vortex.

What distance?

Parallel to star field Zygma 12,

approaching.

- Test object for life waves.

- Positive, form unknown.

Approximate Mong Scale 3.

Object entering our control range,

approaching the Sea of Fire.

Bring it through safely. Land it.

Wake up, Dale. We're okay.

It's me, Flash. Remember?

We're on the ground.

- Back home?

- I don't think so.

Hello. We're from Earth. Friends.

Whoever they are,

it's clear they are highly developed.

- I'm sure we can reason with them.

- Want to bet on it?

- My God!

- Is this a Civic Reception?

- More like a police state.

- That could be our good luck.

It means we'll find allies everywhere.

They're just waiting for someone

to lead them in revolt.

- Are you looking at me, Zarkov?

- Please. I just want to get home.

Guards, halt.

Prisoners, follow me.

Halt, Lizard Man!

Escape is impossible. Surrender.

Prisoners, march below me

to Emperor Ming.

Let's not argue. Here, hold my hand.

- You want to reason with that?

- If it fails, I still have the gun.

Don't worry. I'll make it plain

I'm acting on my own.

- It's plain suicide.

- It's a rational transaction.

- One life for billions.

- Halt!

Proceed.

Hail Ming, hail!

Ruler of the universe!

Hail, Ming! Emperor of the galaxy!

The tributes of the Hawkmen

will be first.

- Are we dreaming?

- I'd like to think so.

The fabled Ice Jewel of Frigia.

- We seized it in battle.

- Stop!

The Ice Jewel is our tribute,

not Vultan's.

Vultan stole it

while we were burying our dead.

- You are a thief.

- What?

Let down your weapons!

No one, but no one,

dies in the palace -

- Without a command

from the Emperor.

Hail Ming.

You obey...

Or you sacrifice your daughter.

Hail Ming.

Now the tributes from Ardentia.

Your Majesty,

we, the people of Ardentia. -

- Have suffered

since you blasted our kingdom.

I can offer you nothing

except my loyalty.

Prince Thun,

we prize nothing more highly.

- And how great is this loyalty?

- Without measure.

We are delighted to hear it.

Fall on your sword.

Show us this loyalty.

Throw yourself onto your sword.

May this deed of Prince Thun be an

example to all the kingdoms of Mongo.

Death to Ming!

- This Ming's a psycho.

- This Ming is a psycho.

- Who said that?

- The fair-haired prisoner.

Come along, Fellini.

Remember me?

- Who are you?

- Flash Gordon. Quarterback.

Dale Arden, Your Highness.

Live and let live, that's my motto.

I'm Hans Zarkov. I kidnapped them

in an effort to save our planet Earth.

An obscure body, which has given you

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