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.
{y:i}- Test object for life waves.
{y:i}- Positive, form unknown.
{y:i}Approximate Mong Scale 3.
{y:i}Object entering our control range,
{y:i}approaching the Sea of Fire.
{y:i}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.
{y:i}Guards, halt.
{y:i}Prisoners, follow me.
{y:i}Halt, Lizard Man!
{y:i}Escape is impossible. Surrender.
{y:i}Prisoners, march below me
{y:i}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.
{y:i}- Halt!
{y:i}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.
{y:i}- This Ming is a psycho.
- Who said that?
{y:i}- 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
so much amusement recently.
We're only interested in friendship.
Why do you attack us?
Why not?
Pathetic earthlings.
Hurling your bodies into the void. -
- Without an inkling of
who or what is out here.
If you knew anything about
the Universe, you'd hide from it.
Come closer.
Not you!
- You. Let us see you.
- No.
- Dale!
- Don't.
- Did you ever see such response?
- No. Truly.
She even rivals your daughter.
- What happened?
- Don't know, but it was sensational.
Remove the Earth woman.
Prepare her for our pleasure.
Forget it, Ming. Dale's with me.
- Stay back!
- Don't, Flash, they'll kill you.
I'll go with them, just...
You...!
Klytus!
Are your men on the right pills?
Maybe you should execute
their trainer.
Come here!
You fools. He's playing some
barbaric game. Match him, like this.
-