Fantastic Four

Typical of Victor Von Doom

to build a 30-foot statue

of himself.

Well, it's obviously aimed at first-time visitors

to create feelings of smallness...

inadequacy.

Good thing

it ain't workin'.

Reed, what are we doing here?

This guy's fast-food, strip-mall science.

This wasn't our first stop,

in case you forgot.

Besides, Victor's not that bad.

He's just a little... larger than life.

- Hi, Reed Richards and Ben Grimm-

- Executive elevator. Top floor.

What's it take to get

a smile around this joint?

[ Woman ]

Von Doom Industries, at the forefront

of aerospace technology

and biomedical engineering-

The unparalleled leader

in government defense systems

[ Reed ]

My research suggests

that exposure to

a high-energy cosmic storm...

borne

on solar winds...

might have triggered the evolution

of early planetary life.

In six weeks

another cloud...

In six weeks another cloud...

with the same elemental profile...

will pass Earth's orbit.

A study, conducted in space...

could fundamentally advance

our knowledge...

about the structure

of the human genome...

cure countless diseases,

extend human life

give kids a chance to live longer,

stronger, healthier-

Turn it offPlease

- I don't think I've explained my proposal fully.

- No, I think you have.

Same old Reed- always stretching,

reaching for the stars...

with the weight of the world

on his back.

But dreams don't pay the bills,

do they?

You remember,

when we were in school...

we talked about working together.

Well, that's what

I was about to explain.

The storm is deadly

but the shields

on your station's control room

are designed to protect

any occupants inside

So, it's not just my money you want.

It's my toys.

Tell me, if NASA doesn't trust you,

then why should I?

That's my job-

to stay a step ahead...

to know what other men don't.

- I can't take this.

- Ben, this is business. Just work.

He's right, Ben-

It is just business.

I think you both know

my director of genetic research

Susan Storm

One more thing he's got.

- Hey, Susie

- Hey.

Oh, it's so nice to see you.

How's Debbie?

- Great.

- Great.

- Uh, how have you been?

- Never better.

- This isn't gonna be a problem, is it?

- Oh, not at all.

- No, l-

- Good

Then you are just in time...

to hear the great Reed Richards...

ask me for help.

You made a lot of folks at M.I.T.

Feel like a junior high science fair...

so you'll excuse me

if I savor the moment.

You back this mission...

and I'll sign over a fair percentage

of any applications-

The number is 75,

and its applications and patents.

- What about his firstborn?

- Ben.

[ Laughing ]

Come on.

Twenty-five percent of a billion is enough

to keep the lights on a while, isn't it?

Maybe even pay off your fourth mortgage

on the Baxter Building.

Deal?

Well, then, to our future.

Together.

It's funny how things turn out,

isn't it?

Hilarious.

He knew about NASA.

Maybe he made the call to shut us down.

Ben, think about all the people

we can help if this works. Huh?

Look, we got what we wanted.

That's enough.

A few days in space. It'll be great.

What's the worst that can happen?

If Reed's right, this little trip

could double our stock offerings.

And if he's not?

Reed's always right.

Good thing he doesn't always know

what he's got.

[ Beeps ]

Reed, you should know those solar winds

have been picking up speed.

- I factored them into my coordinates.

- Right.

Of course you did.

In theory.

- It's a little different once you're out there.

- I can assure you-

When are we leaving?

I'll be scheduling the launch.

You can call me in the morning

for resources and crew.

- I think I remember the number.

- It's been changed.

[ Ben Clears Throat ]

I was hoping Ben

could pilot the mission.

We already have a pilot

on our payroll.

But you're welcome to ride shotgun.

Remember my brotherJohnny?

##[ Rock ]

##[ Man Singing ]

- ##[ Continues ]

- Can't do it. Cannot do it.

External S.R.B.'s,

orbital system engines.

- It's just like the shuttle you flew-

- No!

- I cannot take orders from the underwear model.

- Oh, come on, now.

That wingnut washed out of NASA for

sneaking two Victoria's Secret wannabes...

into a flight simulator.

- Youthful high spirits.

- They crashed it into a wall.

A flight simulator.

When have I ever asked you to do something

you absolutely said you could not do?

Five times.

- I had it at four.

- Well, this makes five.

##[ Continues ]

##[ Ends ]

[ Woman On PA]

Attention, all personnel

Commencing launch sequence

in six hours

[ Ben ]

I miss you already, Debs.

[ Man ]

Captain on the bridge!

Digital camera- $254.

Memory stick- $59.

The look on your hard-ass

former C.O.'s face...

when he finds out he's

your junior officer- priceless.

- [ Zipper Zips ]

- [ Chuckles ] Thank you. That's so sweet.

I can handle this ship.

I can even handle

Mr. Blond Ambition.

But I don't know if I should be flying

or doing Swan Lake in these suits.

Who the hell came up with these?

Victor did.

The synthetics act as a second skin,

adapting to your body's individual needs.

See, now that means it keeps

the hot stuffhot and the cool stuff cool

Wow. Fantastic.

Material made from self-regulating,

unstable molecules.

I've been working on

a formula for this.

Great minds think alike.

- Here you go, Ben.

- Thanks, sweetie.

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