Flash Gordon

PREVIOUSLY ON FLASH GORDON.

HE'S STEALING LAKE KENDAL.

SUCCESS, AT LAST.

THERE'S NO WAY I'M GOING TO LET MING GET AWAY WITH STEALING OUR LAKE.

THERE'S NO BETTER WAY TO SCREW HIM OVER

THAN TO DELIVER IT FOR FREE TO THE CANTONS.

I NEED YOU TO BRING ME FLASH GORDON.

DONE.

DALE, SHOOT HIM. JOE!

NO, JOE! JOE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

I CAN'T LIVE WITH THIS THING IN MY HEAD.

THIS ISN'T YOUR FAULT, IT'S MING'S.

AND HE'S GOING TO PAY FOR IT.

I'M SO SORRY.

IS THIS GUY GOING TO SHOW UP?

HE WILL COME.

A TEA JUNKIE'S NEVER ABSENT FROM THE STEEPHOUSE FOR LONG.

CAN WE TRUST THIS GUY?

FOR THE RIGHT PRICE.

GOOD. WE'VE GOT KNOW

IF MING DID SOMETHING TO JOE.

IF? JOE TRIED TO KILL FLASH!

HE WAS UNDER SOME KIND OF MIND CONTROL

AND NOW HE'S DEAD.

IT IS BEST NOT TO DRAW ATTENTION.

MAYBE WE SHOULD HAVE PLANNED THIS FIRST?

WE HAVE A PLAN-- TO FIND OUT THE TRUTH ABOUT JOE.

IF MING COULD TURN JOE AGAINST US,

WHAT'S TO STOP HIM FROM DOING IT AGAIN? TO ONE OF US?

WE SHOULD ACT QUICKLY.

IF MING LEARNS FLASH DESTROYED HIS RESERVOIR,

THEN HE WILL SEEK VENGEANCE.

IT WAS NICE TO LET THE DEVIATES TAKE CREDIT

FOR GIVING AWAY THE WATER.

TEREK'S TRYING TO TOP HATRED TOWARD DEVIATES.

I GUESS SOME GOOD P.R. SHOULD HELP HIS CAUSE.

YOU DARE TO SPEAK THE NAME TEREK

WITHIN THESE CITY WALLS?

JUST BECAUSE HE LOOKS DIFFERENT,

DOESN'T MAKE HIM A BAD GUY.

YOU DEFEND THE WRETCHED DEVIATE?

PERHAPS YOU ARE ONE.

WE HAVE A PASSER AMONG US!

PASSER?

A DEVIATE WHO HIDES DEFORMITIES

TO PASS AS NORMAL.

TEREK GAVE MING'S WATER TO THE CANTONS, DIDN'T HE?

HIS DEFILED WATER KILLED MANY--

DACTYLS, TURINS, ZURNS, MORE!

DEVIATES SHOULD BE TRACKED AND SLAUGHTERED!

WHO WILL HUNT WITH ME?

WHO WILL HUNT WITH ME?

DEATH TO THE DEVIATES!

DEATH! DEATH! DEATH!

DEATH! DEATH! DEATH!

SOMEBODY POISONED THE WATER AND BLAMED THE DEVIATES?

THE NEWS WOULDN'T HAVE REACHED TEREK'S SETTLEMENT YET.

I'VE GOT TO WARN HIM.

-I WILL JOIN YOU. -NO.

NO, IT'S MY FAULT HE'S IN TROUBLE.

YOU NEED TO STAY.

REACH YOUR CONTACT,

FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENED TO JOE.

I'LL BE BACK.

I REGRET TO REPORT THE DEATH TOLL RISES.

THIS TRAGEDY IS THE WORK OF TEREK,

THE SELF-APPOINTED "KING OF THE DEVIATES."

IT IS A SAD REMINDER

TO ACCEPT ONLY OFFICIAL SOURCE WATER,

DISTRIBUTED THROUGH PROPER CHANNELS.

HOW CAN YOU BE CERTAIN THE DEVIATES WERE TO BLAME?

BECAUSE THEIR LEADER, TEREK, CONFESSED.

HE ANNOUNCED IT ON THE VIS BOARDS.

HE CONFESSED TO RELEASING THE WATER,

NOT TO POISONING IT.

SO, YOU BELIEVE HE WOULD BLOW UP THE RESERVOIR,

DISTRIBUTE MY WATER,

BUT THAT HE'S TOO PRINCIPLED

TO POISON IT? HMM?

AURA, THERE ARE PACKS OF RABID DEVIATES

WHO WOULD RIP A MAN APART LIKE WILD ANIMALS.

BUT THIS TEREK IS WORSE.

TO PRETEND TO BEFRIEND THE CANTONS,

AND THEN DO THIS...

WHY DO YOU HATE DEVIATES SO MUCH, FATHER?

HAS YOUR POST AS THEIR PREFECT

NOW TURNED YOU INTO A DEVIATE SYMPATHIZER?

NO.

GOOD.

BECAUSE TRUSTING DEVIATES

IS WHAT BROUGHT ON THIS TERRIBLE CALAMITY.

TEREK?

FLASH GORDON!

IT'S GOOD TO SEE YOU.

WHERE IS EVERYBODY?

THEY'VE BEEN SENT TO THE OUTER CAMPS

FOR THEIR PROTECTION.

MING MAY RETALIATE FOR THE THEFT OF HIS WATER.

THANK YOU FOR LETTING US TAKE CREDIT FOR YOUR DEED.

WE HOPE THAT IT FOSTERS GOOD WILL IN THE CANTONS.

YEAH, THAT'S THE THING--

YOU NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE. NOW.

WHY? WHAT HAPPENED?

YOU ARE TEREK?

KING OF THE DEVIATES?

I AM.

THREE OF OUR PRIDE

HAVE PERISHED FROM YOUR POISON WATER.

POISONED WATER?

NO!

YOU WILL BE PUNISHED!

IT WASN'T TEREK THAT RELEASED THE WATER TO THE TURIN.

IT WAS ME.

THEN YOU WILL BE THE ONE WHO WILL DIE.

Flash Gordon

HOW SHALL YOU DIE?

SWIFTLY, CHOKING ON YOUR OWN BLOOD?

OR IN SLOW AGONY?

TEREK HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS.

DEVIATES ARE BLAMING FOR ALL THE MISFORTUNES ON OUR PLANET.

IT'S THE BURDEN WE BEAR FOR OUR MISSHAPEN SKIN.

IF YOU BOTH CLAIM FAULT, YOU BOTH DIE IN MY HAND.

NO ONE HERE IS GUILTY,

SOME ONE POISONED THE WATER

KNOWING THE DEVIATES WOULD TAKE THE BLAME.

I HAVE NO QUARREL WITH THE TURIN.

THERE ARE FALLEN VICTIMS IN EVERY CANTON.

AND SOON, MY SON WILL BE ONE OF THEM.

IT IS THE FIRST SYMPTOM.

SOON, I WILL GROW WEAK,

THEN THE BLINDNESS WILL COME,

AND THEN DEATH.

YOU NEED TO GET THIS TAKEN CARE OF.

HAVE YOU SEEN A HEALER?

THERE IS NOTHING WE CAN DO--

EXCEPT SLAY THE ONES RESPONSIBLE.

BY KILLING US, YOU'RE ONLY PROVING

THAT REVENGE IS MORE IMPORTANT TO YOU

THAN SAVING THE LIFE OF YOUR SON.

UH... HEY.

I LIKE THIS, THIS IS, LIKE, A REAL '60S AMBIANCE THING

YOU'VE GOT GOING ON HERE.

IT'S NICE.

WHERE'S BAYLIN? HEY.

GINDI SMOKE.

HE WILL NOT BOTHER US.

THIS IS DARD.

HE KNOWS LENU,

THE FEMALE SCIENTIST WHO WORKS FOR MING.

THE BLONDE WITH LONG HAIR AND LONG LEGS?

I KNOW A LITTLE.

I COULD KNOW MORE...

FOR THE RIGHT COMPENSATION.

TELL THEM ABOUT THE EXPERIMENTS.

RUMOUR IS...

SHE LIKES TO STRAP PEOPLE TO A TABLE,

AND POKE AT THEIR BRAINS.

POKE? WITH WHAT?

FORKS, TWIGS, HOW SHOULD I KNOW?

I'M NOT A SCIENTIST.

BUT HER "TEST SUBJECTS" ARE NEVER THE SAME AGAIN.

WELL, WE CAN'T EXACTLY BARGE INTO THE CITADEL.

THAT NEVER GOES WELL.

MAYBE WE COULD LURE HER INTO A TRAP?

IF SHE DOESN'T KNOW THAT JOE IS DEAD.

DARD, I NEED YOU TO ARRANGE A MESSAGE.

TELL HER THERE IS A DISTURBED MAN AT THE STEEPHOUSE,

SHOUTING THAT HE'S FROM A PLACE CALLED PLANET EARTH.

THAT'S SO GOOD. SHE'LL TOTALLY BUY THAT.

BUT WHO'S GOING TO BE THE DISTURBED...

SURPRISE.

WHAT IF SHE TELLS MING OR ALERTS THE GUARDS?

IF SHE FEARS SHE HAS FAILED,

SHE WILL WANT TO HANDLE THE SITUATION DISCREETLY.

I'LL ARRANGE IT LATER...

WHEN I'M NOT SO THIRSTY.

IF THE WATER'S BEEN POISONED,

SOMEBODY IS WORKING ON AN ANTIDOTE.

WHY DON'T YOU LET ME SEE

IF I CAN FIND ONE?

DO WE LOOK WEAK AND HELPLESS?

THE TURIN DO NOT NEED YOUR AID.

IS THIS ABOUT PRIDE?

YOU THINK THERE'S SHAME IN RECEIVING HELP FROM SOMEONE?

I WOULD NOT EXPECT AN OUTSIDER TO UNDERSTAND OUR WAYS.

DON'T WASTE YOUR BREATH, FLASH.

THE TURIN PREFER DEATH TO LIFE.

PERHAPS FLASH GORDON SPEAKS THE TRUTH ABOUT AN ANTIDOTE?

A MAN WHO TAKES COMPANY WITH A DEVIATE

IS NOT TRUSTWORTHY.

HEY, THE DACTYLS WILL VOUCH FOR ME.

SO WILL THE OMADRIANS... MOST LIKELY.

THE WORD OF A DACTYL HAS NO MORE WORTH

THAN AN OMADRIAN WITCH'S FORKED TONGUE.

OH, TOUGH CROWD.

COME, RIVUS, YOU LOOK WEAK.

SIT.

FATHER, I GLADLY DIE HERE TODAY,

A PROUD TURIN.

BUT THOSE AILING IN OUR DEN...