doubt.
There's a lightning field at the
entrance. When this baby hits it...
It will blow that field dead.
My Hawkmen fly right in.
Let's see what Mingo City's saying.
Oh, my God.
- Rocket Ajax returning.
- With Gordon's body?
I presume so. Communications are off.
- Are they in the proper approach?
{y:i}- Negative.
- Open fire!
{y:i}- On Ajax?
{y:i}All weapons, now!
{y:i}Charge the lightning field.
I take responsibility,
in the Emperor's name.
Attention, all wedding guests.
There is no cause for alarm.
The weapons are being fired
in continuous salute. -
- In honor of His Majesty's wedding.
Come on, Flash.
It's time to bail out.
Sorry, I'm not coming.
The rocket cycle's gone.
- I'll carry you.
- Bail out, Vultan.
- Are you crazy?
- The fire's too heavy.
We'll never make it
with nobody at the wheel.
- It's suicide, Flash!
- No. A rational transaction.
- One life for billions.
- You'll be destroyed!
Looney bird!
Get out of here, they need you.
- Goodbye, Flash, it's been...
- I know. For me too, Vultan.
Tell Dale I know
it would've been good.
You must come from
one hell of a planet.
Not too bad.
Onward, my brave Hawkmen.
Let this be known forever
as Flash Gordon's Day!
- Freeze, you bloody bastards!
- Take us to Ming.
We do not lead traitors
to the Emperor.
We'll find a way.
Grab an imager off an agent.
Zarkov!
- Thank you.
{y:i}- Ajax still approaching.
{y:i}Identified Earthling Gordon
{y:i}at the controls.
{y:i}We guarantee its destruction in
{y:i}the lightning field. General Kala?
{y:i}Please show yourself.
- Let's go.
- We must deactivate the field.
- Where are the atomic generators?
- There's no time.
I'm heading for Sector Alpha 9.
Hold the fort.
There must be a way of
deactivating the lightning field.
Do you, Ming the Merciless,
ruler of the universe. -
- Take this Earthling, Dale Arden,
to be your Empress of the hour?
- Of the hour, yes.
- Do you promise to use her?
Not to blast her into space...
until you grow weary of her?
- I do.
- I do not!
Recite after me, Your Majesty.
With this ring...
Matsuna! Ring! Ring!
Recite after me, Your Majesty.
With this ring I thee wed.
Dale, what a damn shame.
Freeze!
Deactivate the lightning field.
- Gordon!
- Flash?
The game's lost. Stop your attack
on Earth, and I'll spare your life.
You pitiful fool.
My life is not
for any Earthling to give. -
- Or take.
Your power's fading, Ming.
The reactors are destroyed.
Glad you made it, Vultan.
Better late than never.
- Dale.
- Look out, Flash.
Don't move. Stay where you are.
{y:i}Long live Flash. You've saved
{y:i}your Earth. Have a nice day.
Barin is the rightful heir.
Hail Barin, King of Mongo.
We owe everything to Flash.
We appoint Vultan
General of our armies.
From this day on, let every breed
of Mongo live together in peace.
- Will we ever get out of here, Hans?
- I don't know.
- But we'll try.
- We certainly invite you all to stay.
- What do you think?
- I'm a New York City girl.
It's a little too quiet around here
for me.
THANKS
FLASH