All language subtitles for Batman.S03E07.1080p.BluRay.x264-DEiMOS.eng

NARRATOR". Another brisk bright day
blossoms in Gotham City.

But is day the only thing
that's blooming, or isn't blooming?

The park is ready, commissioner.
The police are ready.

All the flower children in Gotham City
are ready for their fancy flower-in.

But there are no flowers.

No flowers in Gotham City, Chief O'Hara?

Somehow someone
has cornered the flower market.

Mainly the lilacs.

Oh, sure, there's gonna be trouble
at that flower-in with no flowers, begorra.

Plenty of trouble.

And all because I, Louie, the Lilac...

...the great Louie, the Lilac...

...have cornered the flower market.

But what do you expect
to gain by that, Louie?

Some young people
of the flower generation...

...will be the future leaders
of the country, Arbutus.

And when I have them within my flower-power,
and control their minds...

...Gotham City will be my garden
to loot and plunder.

And later, the world.

To the Flowermobile.

Let's start with Princess Primrose.

They all tune in on her.

NARRATOR".
While at the flowerless flower-in...

Some flower-in, Princess Primrose,
without any flowers.

I mean, it's freaky, man.
Like, how can we take a flower love trip?

Think flowers, Dogwood.
You know, just think flowers.

Barbara. Barbara Gordon.

Hello, Thelma.

It's not Thelma any longer, Barbara.

I'm Princess Primrose.

I'm a flower child now,
and these are my flower friends.

We're having a flower-in, you know.

It's cool, man, and you'll blow your mind.

I think we'll call you Hyacinth.

I think you've flipped a petal or two.

It's Louie, the Lilac, in his Flower mobile.

Oh, I knew Louie, the Lilac
would come to our rescue.

There you are. Flowers.

Oh, I'm grooved, man.

Lilacs for my flower children.
There you are. Lilacs, lilacs.

Flowers. Lilacs for my flower children.

Flowers. Lilacs.

There you are, all of you. Lilacs, lilacs.

Ah, Princess Primrose.

Come, let's go back to my greenhouse
and plan our worldwide flower-in.

Away, Acacia.

Man, now, that really gets me uptight.

I mean, Princess Primrose splitting
with Louie, the Lilac?

I mean, that's a bum trip.

Like, these plastic flowers
ain't where it's at, man.

I'm tuned out, you know?

But, Daddy, somehow he mesmerized her
and then drove off with her.

Barbara, the police have many serious things
to worry about.

Besides some Princess Primrose
being whisked away from a public park...

...in a Flowermobile.

That's just it. She wasn't whisked away,
she was kidnapped. I'm sure of it.

And she's a friend of mine. I went to college
with her when she was Thelma Jones.

We're late for a meeting
with the city council, Barbara. Relax.

I can't relax.

I'm late too. I should've
been at the library an hour ago.

Barbara, a good librarian is a calm librarian.

Of course, Ms. Gordon. I'll call him.

It's, uh, Commissioner Gordon's
daughter, sir.

Barbara Gordon on the red phone?

This is Batman, Ms. Gordon.

I probably shouldn't have used
this phone, Batman.

I hope I'm not disturbing you.

Not at all. Robin and I were just
putting a flower decal on the Batmobile.

We're to be guests of honor
at a flower-in this afternoon.

That's what I wanted to talk to you about,
the flower-in.

NARRATOR". And in Louie, the Lilac's
isolated greenhouse...

...which, in turn,
houses his humid hothouse...

I don't know what you did to me,
Louie, or why I'm here...

...but how can I run a flower-in
from this greenhouse?

Flower-ins aren't of prime importance
to me, Primrose.

It's the flower children,
and you're their princess.

Sometimes I think
I'm too much of a ding-a-ling.

- So does Barbara Gordon.
-Barbara Gordon?

The police commissioner's daughter
who works at Gotham Library.

She was walking through the park this morning
when you arrived in your Flowermobile.

Police Commissioner Gordon?

All right, Primrose, into the hothouse.

A good place to keep you out of sight
until your friends get my message.

Lock the door. When the stupefying aromatic
spray from my pocket lilac wears off...

...she may try to get out. Acacia,
you keep your eye on her, you understand?

And see that the hothouse
lets off more steam than she does.

Arbutus, tail Barbara Gordon. Who knows
what she might have told her father?

Get going.

I'm going down to police headquarters.

The Batmobile's usually parked
in an alley nearby.

This may be my big chance.

I don't dig this fade-out
of Princess Primrose.

And I don't dig Louie, the Lilac, either.
Or his plastic flowers.

I mean, flower people try to do good,
you know, and spread joy-pollen.

But all Louie does is make a bad scene.

So let's us make a little rumble
down at fuzztown. Come on.

My daughter Barbara had no right
to call you with the red phone.

It precipitated the first
real argument we've ever had.

'Tis a sad thing to hear.

She was understandably concerned
about Princess Primrose.

And this Louie, the Lilac,
what do you know about him?

Very little, Batman.

We'll check with the Batcomputer about
the present whereabouts of Louie, the Lilac.

- Yes, Bonnie?
- Commissioner...

...there are a bunch of flower children
out here to see you.

Flower children?

All right, send them--
Wait a minute, Bonnie. Hold on.

We'll go out the window.
Otherwise, we'll be mobbed.

Mobbed? In police headquarters?

The flower children think we're cool, man.
We turn them on, you know.

Yes, please, be gentle
with your visitors, commissioner.

Although it may not be understood
by more literal minds...

...in their own way,
they're doing what they can...

...to correct the world's woes
with love and flowers.

All right, Bonnie. I'll see them now.

Brace yourself for some nutty
nosegays, Chief O'Hara.

What's that?

It's a flowery little advertising card, Robin.

"Lila's Lilac Shop. 11 Lavender Lane."

This bears investigation.
I strongly suspect...

...that this lilac-colored card
could be a plant.

Lila? Louie.

- Lila?
-Yes, Louie.

You may be receiving a couple
of unusual customers, Lila.

Batman and Robin.

Batman and Robin?

If they've fallen for my little ruse.

Do you still have
some alba vulgaria in stock?

Poison lilacs?

There may be some tired ones around,
Louie. Why?

I'm sure that the dynamic duo will be
overwhelmed by their fragrance anyway, Lila.

And I'll be there shortly to help you dispose
of the soon-to-be-creped crusaders.

Amazing.

Truly amazing.

Look at all these lilacs, Robin.

Good day, gentlemen.

Obviously you haven't been affected
by the current flower shortage in Gotham City.

I guess I'm just lucky.

Lucky, or being favored
for some special reason?

I'm afraid I don't understand you, Batman.

But my display is nice, isn't it?

And I have some other very rare lilacs
in the rear room, if you'd like to see them.

I'm always interested
in the unusual of any specie.

I'll bring them out.

What do you think? A wild lilac chase'?

I think she makes a delightful distraction...

...for whatever Louie, the Lilac's
ultimate scheme may be.

Oh, dear. How clumsy of me.

I'll get them.

Robin, look out.
Those could be poison alba vulgaria.

While in Barbara Gordon's apartment...

I may be imagining things, Charlie, but I think
some man followed me home from the library.

He came up the service stairs
when I took the elevator.

If he found the fire escape landing,
he might very well be out on my--

What are you doing on this terrace?

Just admiring the view of Gotham City,
lady, that's all.

From my terrace? Faced the wrong way?

The police will be interested in this.

The police ain't gonna be interested
in nothing at all, lady.

NARRATOR". And while Barbara
faces her vexatious visitor...

...what's happening in the hothouse
of Louie's greenhouse?

Man-eating lilacs? Holy purple Cannibals.

Exactly, Boy Blunder.

A rare specie just in from Brazil which I
crossed with even more carnivorous plants.

And gusty gourmands they are.

They got ahold of an explorer one day in the
jungle and left nothing but his shoelaces.

What happened to Princess Primrose?

She's drying out in the office.
Flower children wilt fast.

She and her flower friends
will do more than just wilt...

...before I'm through with them.

- Come on, let's get out of here.
-Oh, yes, Louie. It's so humid in here.

Gosh, Batman, what a way to go.
Eaten alive by a lilac.

Well, Robin, at least it's a flowery finish.

NARRATOR". With the dynamic duo
being devoured whole...

...by a strange specie of man-eating lilac...

...what are we doing here in the Batcave?

Maybe this call on the red phone will tell us.

I'm sorry, sir. He's out.

- Out where?
-I don't know, sir.

When he and Master Robin left,
they were on their way to your office.

When they left, they were
on their way back to the Batcave...

...to consult the Batcomputer about
a renowned criminal named Louie, the Lilac.

Louie, the Lilac?

If you hear from Batman,
have him contact me.

Of course, sir.

Barbara's phone is dead, Batman is out.
Nothing is going--

Now, commissioner,
watch your blood pressure.

To consult the Batcomputer...

...about a renowned criminal
called Louie, the Lilac.

And he hasn't been heard from since.

"Lila's Lilac Shop. 11 Lavender Lane."

At least they're gentle about it.
I haven't felt one bite me yet.

Man-eating lilacs have no teeth, Robin.

It's a process of ingestion
through their tendrils.

Batman, we've gotta
get out of this somehow.

Can't you get to your utility belt
and signal Alfred?

No, they've already consumed
my utility belt, Robin.

And my hands are entwined
by these vicious vines.

Holy Luther Burbank.

How are they doing, Louie?

Ooh! I can't look.

A lilac's digestive processes
are much slower than a human.

It takes a little time.

You monster.

Monster?

What would your flower children think
of such language from their princess?

I'm sure that when you speak to them shortly,
you'll talk of me in much more endearing terms.

Let's really put my flower-power
to work in the park.

To the flower-in.

Whilst in Barbara's apartment...

Lady, it don't take no 10 minutes
to powder your nose in a locked bedroom.

- Who are you? What do you want?
-From one interloper to another...

...perhaps you might answer those questions.
-I ain't interloping.

A lady friend of mine
just locked herself in her bedroom.

If she looked herself in the bedroom,
there must have been a reason.

Well, that's her reason and mine, not yours.

- You, uh, got some connection with Batman?
-Speaking of connections...

...what happened to that phone?
-She was gonna call the cops--

So you ripped out the phone and she locked
herself in her bedroom? Why were you here?

Now, wait a minute, wait.

Everything's gonna be all right. I'm leaving.
I'm leaving now. I'm getting out of here.

The cops and her father,
Commissioner Gordon.

Strange, that looked like Batgirl
out on the terrace.

Batgirl?

Batgirl?

Oh, Barbara, I've been so worried about you.

What was Batgirl doing here?

Batgirl? I believe you saw the intruder
who followed me home from the library.

I tried to call you at the office,
but he ripped out the phone.

Put men around this building
and have that phone repaired.

When you wanted to be on your own...

...when you insisted on taking an apartment,
I was afraid something like this would happen.

Oh, Daddy, nothing's happened.

I locked myself in the bedroom
and I'm perfectly all right. Really.

- I think you should move back home.
-Is that what you were trying to call me about?

No, I-- I thought you might have dinner
with me tonight.

But when the line was dead...

Oh, Daddy, I'm sorry.
And I'd love to have dinner with you tonight.

First I have to go back to the library
for a while this afternoon.

I'd only come home for lunch
and discovered the intruder.

Well, he won't intrude on you again,
I can tell you that for sure.

I hope you're right, Chief O'Hara.

Thank you for being worried about me.
I'll call you when I get home from work.

Good girl. Bye.

There's a lot of traffic on that balcony today.

I went through your service hall,
and then came along the outside ledge.

I couldn't risk being caught. After all,
we're the only ones who know our little secret.

The rumor's around that something's
happened to Batman and Robin.

Mr. Wayne looked into it a bit...

...but I have reason to believe...

...that they were last seen
in a florist's on Lavender Lane.

Though the Batmobile has been located
outside an isolated greenhouse.

I can't tell all you flower children what a fine
and generous man Louie, the Lilac, is...

...and how he's cornered the flower market
to make this flower-in a success.

And what hopes and dreams he has
for us and the future of the world.

And what hopes and dreams he has
for us and the--

NARRATOR". What's this? Apparently Louie's
stupefying aromatic spray has worn off.

And...

You've tripped out, Primrose.
Groovy, but in the wrong groove.

You're right, man.

He's tuned out.

Grifty.

And now he's putting a period on Batman
and Robin in his poisonous purple pad.

Batman and Robin?

Wow, man, he ought to be
called Louie, the Louse.

Get us out of here, Acacia. Get us out quick!

After him!

- Let's go!
- Let's get him!

NARRATOR". And shortly,
back with the semi-digested duo.

One of these monsters is nibbling
at my ear, Batman.

I said, one of these monsters
is nibbling at my ear.

I heard you, Robin.

I've managed to loosen one foot.

There's a flower pot next to it.

If I can just kick it through that glass.

Well, we finally got rid
of those flower creeps for now.

But' I'll get my flower-power to work yet.

I wonder how the Brazilian man-eaters
are doing with the dynamic duo.

Aah! They're not even chewed up a little.

Nor will we be. A word of advice, Louie.

One blast of cool air
kills these blooming cannibals...

...far quicker than
they can devour any human repast.

Gosh, yes.

Get Azalea, Petunia.

Not you again.

- How did you get mixed up in this?
-Maybe some other time and place...

...we can have a question-and-answer session,
Batman, but not here.

Louie, she's got a spray can
of powdery mildew.

Don't use it. Don't use that spray.

Anything it touches molds and decays.

They're getting away, Batman.

Don't worry, Robin. Go out to the Batmobile.

Alert Commissioner Gordon,
he'll round them up.

He's mildewed.

He's wilting.

Maybe mildewed and wilting and molding
and decaying on the outside, Lila.

But inside I'm still Louie, the Lilac.

And somehow, some day, I'm going
to control the flower market of the world.

And with it, the entire flower generation.

Batman, there's about a thousand
flower children outside.

They found your Flowermobile,
and they're after your budding scalp.

Louie, it looks like it's lilac time for you.

Never.

Never! Never!

Batman, he's thrown himself
into the man-eating lilacs.

Don't worry, Robin. That cold blast of air
put those lilacs in a torpor.

Go back outside
and calm the flower children.

- They'll mob me.
-Groovy.

And I think your car's arriving.
Batgirl, would you take this young lady--?

She's gone, Batman.
She knew when to get out of here.

Smart dame. Who is she?

I don't know.

I never have, perhaps I never will.

But I Wish I did.

I calmed down the flower children
and they've gone, Batman.

And the police have taken Lila away.
I said we'd bring in Louie, the Lilac.

Holy hoof beats.

Exactly, Robin.

And if I'm not mistaken, a band
of Bessarovian Cossacks just rode by.

Olga, wait for me. Olga.

Oh, come on. Excuse me.

Darling, hurry up. We don't have all day.

- Oh, Olga.
-Come on.

Olga, wait for me. Wait.

Egghead. What do you suppose he's
doing back in Gotham City?

And that woman.
She looked like a real Tartan princess.

I predict that Batman and Robin will soon
be getting a call on the red telephone.

But first let's rescue Louie, the Lilac,
from those clinging vines.

NARRATOR".
Be sure to watch the next episode...

...for what Egghead
and a Tartar princess named Olga...

...have in store for the Caped Crusaders.