All language subtitles for Batman1 S02E35 The Contaminated Cowl.eng

NARRATOR". Gotham City, like any other
large metropolis, abounds in the quaint shop...

...the unique store.

And what could be a more bizarre emporium
than Bon Ben's Box Boutique?

Open early on this sunny morning...

...almost as if awaiting
some equally bizarre customers.

Well, good morning, gentlemen.

Something in empty boxes today?

We're looking for some empty hat boxes.

A lot of empty hat boxes.

Well, you've really come to the right place.

I have a collection of empty hat boxes
unparalleled in all of Gotham City.

Good, 700 of these would be fine.

- Do you want them delivered?
-We'll take them with us.

Seven hundred hat boxes?

There are three of us.

Cash or charge?

That is of no concern to me, madam...

...as I don't intend to pay for them
in either case.

Oh.

NARRATOR". Meanwhile behind
the boxwood hedges and boxing shutters...

...of stately Wayne Manor...

And so, Professor Overbeck...

...as head of the Wayne Foundation,
it gives me great pleasure...

...to present to you this check...

...which, in some small way,
may help you with your fine work...

...at the Gotham City
Atomic Energy Laboratories.

Oh! Mr. Wayne, it gives me great pleasure
to accept this. Heh.

The Batphone, sir.

- Thank you, Alfred. I may need your help, Dick.
-Sure, Bruce.

Now, if you'll excuse me, professor,
I have some other matters...

...connected with the foundation.

But of course, Mr. Wayne.

It will give me a moment
with this charming lady...

...to thank her for the delightful luncheon.

You know, you know, Mrs. Cooper,
I really mean it.

You have a certain way with a strudel.

Stole 700 hat boxes
from Bon Bon's Box Boutique?

There's little doubt
about the culprit's identity, Batman.

Warden Crichton tells me the convicts
were enjoying a softball game last week...

...and the Mad Hatter stole home and kept
right on going in Warden Crichton's cap.

The warden was acting as umpire.

Keep calm, commissioner.
We'll be right there.

To the Batpoles.

Atomic batteries to power.

Turbines to speed.

Roger. Ready to move out.

So I'd say it's following
the old familiar pattern of the Mad Hatter.

- But he hasn't stolen any hats.
-One hat, Robin.

Or rather a cap
belonging to Warden Crichton...

...along with home plate at the penitentiary.

Which they found between the prison's
baseball diamond and the tennis courts.

Sometimes I wonder...

...if the warden's rehabilitation program
isn't getting out of hand.

And of course
there were the 700 hat boxes...

...along with the attack
on the proprietress of the Box Boutique.

Sure, and that all adds up
to at least a little larceny.

That adds up to serious trouble,
Chief O'Hara.

Who knows what disaster lies ahead...

...when a man of the Mad Hatter's
twisted tendencies is loose in Gotham City?

And who knows what lies in store
for you, Batman?

He'd stop at nothing to add that cowl
to his horrific hoard of headpieces.

The loss of my cowl is secondary,
commissioner.

But not the fate of Gotham City.

Right.
This monster must be stopped at once.

Where will we begin, Batman?
The prison ballpark or the box shops?

That's all after the fact, Robin.
We must anticipate his next move.

And I believe the Batcave is the place for that.
Excuse us, please.

Looking back, Chief O'Hara,
it's hard to remember how we operated at all...

...before those two masked Samaritans
appeared on the scene.

It's not hard for me to remember,
commissioner.

Things were a mess.

NARRATOR". Masked Samaritans or not,
it looks like things may get even messier...

...judging by what's going on
in the Mad Hatter's current hideaway...

...in the defunct Green Derby Restaurant.

It's like losing old friends, Polly,
putting these hats away.

Take this shako, for instance. Ho-ho!

How startled the guardsman was
when I lifted it...

...during a time
when he was trooping the royal colors.

Wasn't that risky, Jervis?

A bit touch-and-go.

Especially when the king
ordered my execution.

But I escaped.

With this noose.

Hardly a hat,
but in its way, a kind of headwear.

Aha. And the sultan of Shargreve...

...how startled he was when I lifted this
during a tiger hunt.

You certainly were asking for trouble
that time, Jervis.

A soupgon.

What puzzles me, Jervis,
is why you're packing all this heisted headgear.

Times change, Polly, and people with them.

Stealing hats has lost its fascination for me.

You mean you're going straight?

Hardly. Do you think I've blown my lid?

This phase in my career will never be over...

...until the Caped Crusader's cowl
is safely in my custody.

Oh, gee, Jervis.

You had me worried for a minute.

I mean, a hat-check girl
without any hats to check is...

And after that I'm going to change my tactics
and use hats to steal.

Hats to steal?

I'm puzzled again.

Well, it's a plan which is better understood
as it unfolds, Polly...

...involving as it does
the Headdress Ball tonight...

...at which you will be in charge
of the hat-check stand...

...plus the Three-Tailed Pasha
of Panchagorum...

...plus this plastic gun
filled with radioactive spray...

...plus the Golden Buddha of Bergama
and the priceless ruby in its forehead...

...and finally...

...plus that elevated water tank
at the rear of this property.

Down the ladder of which Benny and Skimmer
are now climbing.

What on earth are they doing
in the water tank?

Preparing a watery grave,
elevated of course...

...for the Caped Crusader.

If I don't think of a trickier means
of disposing of Batman first.

"Sombrero.

Sunbonnet

Pith helmet.

Tam-0'-shanter.

Skullcap.

Snood."

I don't see how we'll anticipate
Mad Hatter's next malicious move...

...just by getting a lot of cards
from a Batcomputer, Batman.

You're right, Robin.
No doubt even that mechanical marvel...

...feels the stress and strain
of crime-fighting...

...and has chosen this particular moment
to letdown.

Perhaps if I activated
the Accelerated Concentration Switch.

Holy handiwork, Batman.
A new attack entirely.

"The Top Hat Room.

The Headdress Ball.

Hattie Hatfield."

Of course. I should have made
the connection myself, Robin.

Perhaps I, too, have become remiss.

Well, what is the connection?

Gotham City's Annual Charity Headdress Ball
is being held tonight...

...at the Gotham Towers West
in the Top Hat Room.

And Hattie Hatfield...

...uh, Gotham City's current grande dame
of local society...

...is the head of the event.

Isn't she the owner
of the famous Hatfield ruby?

Right, Robin. And as I recall reading
in the morning's gossip column...

...the magnificent headdress worn tonight
by Ms. Hatfield will be held in place...

...by that ruby.

Oh, that should draw Mad Hatter
like a magnet.

No doubt, old chum.

So as we have one
of our infrequent free afternoons...

...I think we should run a check
on our Batarangs and our Bat-ropes.

We did that right after our last Bat-climb.

Forewarned, forearmed, Robin.

All the walls of the Gotham Towers West
are sheer glass.

NARRATOR". But even as the Headdress Ball
gets underway...

...what surprising news
is this hotel manager receiving...

...in the foyer of the Top Hat Room?

The Three-Tailed Pasha of Panchagorum?

Yes, he's in Gotham City incognito.

And he's asked me, as First Secretary
of the Panchagorum Consulate...

...to tell you that he'd love to drop in
on the Headdress Ball for a few moments.

Incognito, of course.

To observe the folkways
and native customs.

But he's a very simple man...

...and he trusts that there will be no burden
on hotel security.

Oh, no, no. Assure him, sir, that it will not.

No, for the Three-Tailed Pasha,
we shall be most unobtrusive. Heh.

EXCUSE TUE, EXCUSE me, EXCUSE me.

I think I'd better alert you, honey.

The Three-Tailed Pasha of Panchagorum
is about to drop in...

...on this little affair any minute.

Oh? Then I'll give him
a three-tailed hat check.

He doesn't want word to get out,
but I'd better tell Hattie Hatfield.

- I hear Jervis is on his way up.
-Right.

Is, uh, everything set?

Skimmer and the rest of the boys
are at their stations.

The Three-Tailed Pasha of Panchagorum?

Did you hear that, Mabel?

NARRATOR".
But while the pasha ascends by elevator...

...the dynamic duo make a less orthodox
approach up the sheer glass wall.

Looked like a fancy affair
down on the 62nd floor, Batman.

Just goes to show, Robin, that people who stay
in glass hotels shouldn't throw parties.

Eyes front.
After all, we're not social climbers.

NARRATOR".
Meanwhile back at the classy clambake...

Care to check your three-tailed hat, sir?

I never leave my hat with anyone.

My three-horsetailed tassels...

...are a symbol of my high rank
as a Panchagorum military commander.

Then perhaps your gloves.

Nor my gloves, either.

In this one, I have my reliable ruby retriever.

But, uh, what a unique custom.

Leaving articles of clothing
with a pretty young lady at the door.

I must initiate that
in my Panchagorum harems.

I'm Hattie Hatfield,
Your Three-Tailed Excellency.

Then word has gotten out.

I really wanted this little visit
to be incognito.

- Who's that?
-Mad Hatter, Robin. Who else?

Why three horsetails on his fez?

Obviously a ruse of some kind.

Let's slip in and find a better vantage point.

I'm sure we'll be unnoticed.

In Panchagorum I travel unnoticed,
and prefer it that way.

Such a humble man.

Oh, I love your hat.

What a unique place to wear your three tails.

- A concession to the changing times.
-Heh.

The buffet?

Some champagne
for His Three-Tailed Pasha.

And some caviar.

He's so charming. He's so democratic.

Batman and Robin
are hiding behind the table.

Yeah, ready for action.

And they'll get it.

No, thank you.

You mean I can't interest you in anything?

Oh, I didn't say that, dear lady.

That headdress of yours is very interesting.
Particularly that beautiful ruby.

- On your mark.
-Compared to it...

...the famous stones of Panchagorum
are faded and lifeless.

But it's really nothing.

It's a family heirloom.

Get set.

But what brilliance.

Go.

Batman and Robin.

What are you doing here?

The Three-Tailed Pasha
is an imposter, Ms. Hatfield.

If you'll check your headdress,
you'll see that your ruby is gone.

It's gone.

Back, citizens.

And now you, Mad Hatter.

Not until I toss my hat into the ring, Batman.

Holy fireworks!

Look out, Batman, knock-out gas.

No, Boy Wonder,
something much more effective.

Radioactive spray.

Try this on your cowl for size.

You diabolical devil.

Not one step forward, Boy Wonder,
or you'll get it too.

Don't take that step, Robin.

Why, you three-tailed--

Your cowl, Batman. It's turned bright pink.

A form of virulent radiation, Robin.

Quickly. Back to the Batcave
before it is too late.

Sir, all your other cowls
are in the Home Dry Bat-cleaning Plant.

It's turned up to full-maximum.

But even so, I'm afraid they won't be ready
for another couple of hours at least.

Holy self-service.

What about the new cowls
you've been working on, Alfred?

The material I ordered hasn't arrived yet.
A trend of the times, I'm afraid, sir.

We've gotta do something.

I know a little about radioactivity
and its effect on human tissue.

If you're worrying about me, Robin, don't.

The Anti Radioactive Bat-pill that I took
should hold me for a short while longer.

Of greater importance
is getting a usable cowl...

...and to use it in apprehending Mad Hatter.

Alfred, turn the Home Dry Bat-cleaning Plant
from full-maximum to super-instant...

...while millionaire Bruce Wayne
makes a telephone call.

- Very good, sir.
-Bruce Wayne?

Yes, to Professor Overbeck of the Gotham City
Atomic Energy Laboratories.

This morning Mr. Wayne presented
Professor Overbeck with a sizable check...

...for his fine work.

Perhaps the good professor
would like to return the favor...

...by doing something
for Mr. Wayne's friend, Batman.

Yes, Mr. Batman, Mr. Wayne did call.

And I'll be glad to help you in any way I can.

But that cowl.

Ach du lieber, that cowl.

You know, I'm not sure that our most advanced
decontaminating processes will be of help.

However, we will try.

I'll have my assistant bring you
a hooded protective suit at once...

...while you are waiting here.
Just one moment, please.

On your toes, Robin.

The night has eyes and ears.

Gosh, Batman, that one stumps me.

I didn't have time to explain it
on the outside...

...but we were followed here
at least part of the way.

Mad Hatter?

No doubt anticipating our every move.

And what better place to retrieve my cowl...

...than somewhere I voluntarily remove it.

He may be in for a little surprise.

Otto.

Otto.

Otto.

Yes, professor?

Where have you been, Otto?

Look, when I call I expect an answer.

I'm answering, professor. I'm answering.

Now, look, Otto,
I have here Herr Batman with me...

...in a radioactive cowl
which has to be decontaminated.

Now, will you please bring me
one hooded protective suit at once.

Yes, professor, yes.

Give me a hand with that hooded
protective suit, and then find me another.

So little is known about this radioactivity
of radioactive agents.

So little is known that we only know one thing,
that eventually they are deadly.

Gosh, Batman.
I hope that pill is still working.

The effects are beginning to wear off faintly.

Ah, here he is.

Thank you. Thank you.

Now, Herr Batman, will you please slip out
of your cowl and get into this?

Yes, and, oh, I remember,
you don't want to reveal your identity...

...so use this, will you, please.

- Need any help, Batman?
-No, Robin.

Just remember, eyes and ears.

So your name's Otto.

Oh, excuse me, Wonder Boy.

I should have introduced you.

Yes, this is Otto. Otto Puffendorfer.

You see, he's my reliable assistant
ever since I had a little laboratory...

...way back in the old country.

- Here you are, professor.
- Yeah, yes-- Oh, no, no.

No?

Ah. Otto, Otto, take this out
and have it decontaminated.

- Just a minute, Otto Puffendorfer.
-Unhand me, Boy Birdbrain.

- Oh!
-Now I have what I've always wanted.

That wasn't Otto.

- No, it was Mad Hatter.
-Aah!

Herr Batman.

- How could you have two cowls?
- I'll explain later, professor.

- Is there another door into that room?
-Down the hall.

I have Batman's cowl.

The crowning achievement of my career.
The end of his.

And the end of crime-fighting
in Gotham City, boss.

Oh, such sweet victory.

Don't count us out yet, gentlemen.

Victory and defeat
are of the same price, Mad Hatter.

It's some kind of a trick.
That can't be Batman.

As well as you can be
the Three-tailed Pasha of Panchagorum.

And Professor Overbeck's assistant,
Mad Hatter?

- I'll take that cowl.
- That cowl's contaminated.

Sic them! Sic them! Sic them!

Herr Batman, Herr Batman.

Robin is trapped in a fluoroscopic cabinet.

It's a high-voltage x-ray.

Oh, Herr Bat-- Aah!

Otto. Otto. Somebody.

Mr. Fancy-Hatter, they'll be x-rayed forever.
They'll be radiated in a matter of minutes.

Don't worry, my friend.
You don't need to watch.

Happy tin-types, dynamic duo.