All language subtitles for Batman1 S02E43 Penguin Sets a Trend.eng

NARRATOR".
When last we saw the Dynamic Duo...

...they were in the Penguin's catapult
about to be launched over Gotham City...

...and land like a pair of squashed tomatoes...

...with Penguin's cameras set to record
their horrible death.

We'll be back in 60 seconds
with the smashing climax.

Holy cliffhangers, Batman.
Aren't you even gonna try to get loose?

- What's the cube root of pi?
-The cube root of pi? At a time like this?

Never mind, I just remembered it.

What are you doing? We're about to be
launched all the way across Gotham City.

Exactly, Robin. I'm computing our trajectory.

According to my computations,
we should land about 30 yards south...

...of the intersection
of Mulberry and 7th Streets.

And they'll need a blotter
to soak up our remains.

As you'll recall, Robin...

...I spent last week testing
the remote control unit of the Batmobile.

- You have that gadget strapped to your wrist?
- Fortunately, yes.

And we're about to give it the acid test.

I've started it.

Now to program it
to proceed to Mulberry and 7th Streets.

Thirty yards south.

Hurry, Batman.
In a few seconds, we'll be in midair.

That's it, Robin.

Now, let's hope the Batmobile
will get there...

...before we do.

Holy suborbit, Batman.
It's raining down there.

All that time we spent on the remote-control
activator really reaped dividends, Robin.

I'll say. Remind me to give the Batmobile
an extra quart of oil next time we change it.

And now we have to get our hands
on a certain oily bird.

We should see Commissioner Gordon
and Chief O'Hara at once.

The nerve of that vulture.

We'll catapult him right behind bars
where he belongs.

We'll put him there eventually,
Chief O'Hara, but not just yet.

Not yet?

When he tried to smash the two of you
like a pair of ripe tomatoes?

Unfortunately, he still has
the museum's priceless chain-mail armor...

...made in the 15th century
by the great Benvenuto Violini...

...out of a special alloy he also invented.

Batman is right, Chief O'Hara.

If we put Penguin behind bars now,
we'll never see that armor again.

- And it could be hidden in a thousand places.
-How are we going to find it?

I'm not so sure that stealing the armor...

...is Penguin's overall plan, commissioner.

It could be just a side caper.

I think the first step might be
for Robin and me...

...to resume our acting careers.

You mean back to "lights, camera, action"?

Exactly, Robin.

That way we can get a clue
as to where Penguin's stashed the armor.

Sure and he'll be suspicious, Batman.

I hope he is, Chief O'Hara.

Suspicion often provides surprises.

And so my Caped Canaries, you have survived
your little flight through space...

...and now you would like
to rejoin my film company, huh?

Quack! What do you take me for, a fool?

We're willing to forgive and forget, Penguin,
and help you finish the film.

You don't fool me, Dynamic Double-Talker.

There's some hideously honest motive
behind all this.

You're trying to trick me, huh? Quack!

Out of my office, quick. Out. Out.

I'm sorry you feel that way, Penguin.

If you're not out of my office
in 10 seconds, I'll call my bouncers.

Then you'll really know how I feel.
Out. Move, move.

And keep moving, you Cupcake Crusaders.

You Dynamic Dingbats.

Move!

And stay out.

This is terrible, Robin.

I don't know what I'll do now.

- You'll get over it, Batman.
-No, I won't...

...old chum. I've been bitten by the bug.

- Show biz?
-Yes.

Yes, it's in my blood now.

I wanna get back in front of those cameras.

I wanna see my name in lights.

"Batman."

Headlines in the movie trade papers.

Big premieres. Academy Awards.

I'm afraid I've got it bad, Robin baby.

The smell of the greasepaint,
the roar of the crowd.

I'd do anything
to get back in front of those cameras.

Quack. Oh, the Batman has show business
in his blood, huh?

A beautiful chance to bake those two pigeons
in a Penguin pie.

Now, watch things, Mac.

I've changed my mind, Batman.

I've decided you can act in my film after all.

- You'll never know how much I appreciate this.
-it's nothing.

I was once a struggling young actor myself.

Now, he's the second part of the script.
Look it over, carefully.

- Penguin?
-Uh-huh?

- I'll never forget this.
- I'll say you won't.

NARRATOR". Meanwhile, in an isolated section
of Gotham Central Park...

...Marsha and her aunt Hilda
are looking for elderly toads...

...for Aunt Hilda's evil potion.

Aunt Hilda, what's wrong with that one?

He's too young, dearie.
My potion requires a very old toad.

How can you tell their age, anyway?

There are ways, dearie. There are ways.

Well, how long are we going to have to wait?

Last time I waited two weeks.

Oh, that's just dandy.

Have you ever considered knitting, dearie?

Wonderful pastime.

Perhaps you should try and knit us
a few old toads, darling.

Great acting job, Batman.
You could run for senator. Or governor.

Thank you, Robin.

Who knows, perhaps I do have a little touch
of show business in my blood.

Holy history.
Penguin's gone from Rome to the Middle Ages.

The second part of his script
is set in medieval England.

It doesn't surprise me, Robin.

The criminal mind is characteristically
erratic and unstable.

And gullible. He fell for that act of yours
hook, line and sinker.

Needless to say, old chum,
I don't like having to resort to such mendacity.

But considering the circumstances,
I think it was justified.

And considering
we still don't know his plan.

Precisely.

Heh, heh, that's right, Batman.
You stick with me, I'll make a star out of you.

Don't worry, Penguin.

I'll stick with you, all right.

These suits of armor aren't part
of the museum collection, are they?

No, Robin, this is quite ordinary armor.

- Are we all set?
-Ready when you give the word, Pengy.

Consider it given.

I sure don't like being in this thing.
I can hardly move.

Nor can I, Robin.

But we must make Penguin think
we're cooperating.

At least until we get some hint
as to where he's hidden the museum armor.

And this kind of risk is part of our job
as crime fighters.

Batman and Robin, we're all ready. Come here.

It's a magnet, Batman.

Try to wrench yourself free, Robin.

Don't bother, Batman.

That magnet has a 2-ton pull.
It'll take a locomotive to wrench you free.

You underhanded weasel.

Heh. Thanks for the compliment,
Boy Bigmouth.

All right, men, hoist away.

Well, Batman,
you said you wanted to stick with me...

...and I arranged to have you stuck.

I've also arranged
to have you demolished later.

But right now I have a little appointment
with General MacGruder at the Hexagon.

It seems the good general also has a yen
to be a movie actor.

How would you like to see that
priceless armor? Would you like that, huh?

All right, front and forward.

There you are. My own armored division.

Von Pengy's Blitzkrieg.

Just wait till I get through
with those armchair generals at the Hexagon.

All right, men. Forward march.

One, two, three, four. One, two, three, quack.
One, two, three, quack, quack.

Holy catastrophes, Batman.

I'd sooner see the Russians in the Hexagon
than Penguin.

We must stop him, Robin.

The Generals at the Hexagon are capable men,
but they're trained in open warfare...

...not the devious kind
that Penguin practices.

See if you can find
some kind of loose joint...

...or fitting.

We must get out of these things.

The Army is always happy to cooperate
with the motion-picture industry, Mr. Penguin.

Always happy.

And the Penguin is always happy to cooperate
with the Army, General MacGruder.

It's a pleasure, sir.

You, uh, did say that there might be a little part
in the picture for me, huh?

A little part, sir?

For a man of your acting ability,
there is a colossal part.

It is two lines longer than Hamlet, sir.

Hamlet?

Well...

Then you do think
I have some acting ability, huh?

Oh, I think all generals do, sir.

I think it's part of their equipment, like, uh...

Like gills on a fish.

- Agreed?
-True.

Of course, if I may say so, sir,
I think you have far more than the average.

Ability, sir. Not gills. Ha-ha-ha.

I'm glad to hear you say that, Mr. Penguin.

You see, I'm due to retire next year, and I--

Next year?

Just a moment. Would you turn your head
to one side, please?

- Huh?
-Just turn your head, just a little, to one...

Oh, oh. Mm.

Ah, there. That is magnificent, that profile.
Tsk, tsk, tsk.

I'm sure, sir, as an Army man...

...you understand the importance
of winning battles.

Well, in Hollywood, sir,
a profile like yours is half the battle.

So when you retire,
do not sign with anybody else.

Because Penguin Productions is prepared
to offer you an exclusive five-year contract.

- Agreed?
-You have my word on it, Mr. Penguin.

Very good, sir. And now, if you don't mind,
I'd like to get on with my film.

I have a very tight shooting schedule, sir.

Major Beasley.

Yes, sir.

MacGRUDER:
Mr. Penguin is shooting a very important film.

I want you to give him
your utmost cooperation.

Of course, sir.

Now, if you gentlemen have no objection,
I'd like to shoot the first scene in Room X.

Room X. Oh, but, sir, Room X is right--

- That chin.
-What?

Did you see that chin, general?

That is magnificent. Ah? Ah?

It works from either side.

Well, now, tell me, what--?

- When do you retire, major?
-In about five years, sir. Why?

I want you to promise me
not to sign with any other producer.

Because Penguin Productions is willing
to offer you an exclusive five-year contract.

Oh, my goodness. Well...

I thought you said you were going to sign me
to a five-year contract.

Did I say that, general?

- Yes.
- I must be out of my mind.

We want you for a 10-year contract.

Now, about Room X.

I, uh, ahem...

...think that might be arranged.

- Huh, major?
-Hmm?

- Oh, yes, sir. Of course, sir. I agree, sir.
-I knew it.

I knew the Army would never let me down.

Well, from the way you two gentlemen talked,
I thought this room would be full of top secrets.

But it looks like a perfectly
ordinary room to me.

Oh, it's quite ordinary, sir.
But Room X connects with Room Y.

And Room Y connects with Room Z.

And inside Room Z--

- Uh, I think that's enough, major.
-Yes, sir. Sorry about that.

I'd better get this scene started.

Is it all right if I call my finks--?
I mean, my crew in now?

- Why, certainly. Certainly, Mr. Penguin.
-All right, crew, come on in.

- Why, I don't understand this, Mr. Penguin.
-Sorry, general, that's show business.

All right, men, Room Z is the one we want.
Through that door.

- MacGRUDER: Stop! Stop!
- Quack, quack, quack.

They're heading for Room Z.

Beasley, call the cavalry.

Sir, we haven't had any cavalry since 1910.

- Oh. Well, call the Army.
-Yes--

Sir, we are the Army.

Well, get some men up here.
Don't just stand there.

Yes, sir. Men. Men. Men!

Room Z at last.

Watch the door, boys.

Now find the little item we want
and we'll get out of here.

Here they are, boys.

Remember the Alamo, MacGruder.

Remember Custer--
No, no, let's forget Custer.

Remember Grant and Lee...

...and Teddy Roosevelt
charging up San Juan Hill.

That's it. Remember Teddy Roosevelt.

Beasley, where are those men?

Right here, sir. Come on, men. Hurry.

All right, men. This is it.

Fix bayonets.

Now, we're going to charge up that hill--

Uh, through that door
and capture the enemy.

All right, men? Charge.

Fire if you must, men,
but protect your leader.

Their chain armor seems to be impervious
to our lead.

After them, men. Charge!

Gosh, Batman,
there are no chinks in this armor.

No.

But I happened to find a loose fastening,
Robin.

- You mean you can get out of your suit?
-No, Robin.

But remember,
this magnet is powered by electricity.

Pfft. What good does that do us?

It depends on how good my aim is...

...and whether someone
left that empty lamp plugged in.

That's an impossible shot, Batman.

That's a negative attitude, Robin.

Holy bull's-eye, Batman.

Beautiful, Batman. You shorted out the fuse box
and cut off the power to the magnet.

No time to congratulate ourselves, Robin.

We must get down to the Hexagon.

In these things?

We can't waste precious minutes
getting out of them.

Shoot for their tires.

They got away, sir.

We have no choice, Beasley.

- Call the Air Force.
-Yes, sir.

Sir.

Sir, I think we may have something better
than the Air Force.

The Dynamic Duo. Thank heavens.

What are you doing in those suits of armor,
Batman?

-It's a long story, major.
-Never mind.

The Penguin penetrated Room Z
and made off with-- With who knows what.

Whatever it is,
we'll do our best to get it back.

They may not be the Air Force, major...

...but they're the closest thing to it
in Gotham City.

Yes, they are, sir.

Should we use the Batzooka, Batman?

I don't think we'll need it, Robin.

As usual,
Penguin has overlooked a vital fact.

That truck he's driving
is too light to support all that armor.

One more high-speed turn,
and I'm sure his tires will go.

Lucky we have heavy-duties
on the Batmobile.

You were right, Batman.

That last turn flattened
one of Penguin's tires.

Through the alley, you finks.

Take this back to the hideout.

I'll hold off the Clanking Crusaders.

Now you're in the trash heap
where you belong, Dynamic Dodos.

What's that mess?

Oh, just a...

...pile of old junk.

Wait a minute.

What'll you charge me
to haul that stuff away?

- Five bucks.
-What do you do with it?

Mash it up in a hydraulic press
and sell it for scrap.

Ha-ha-ha. The Scrapped Crusaders.
That's magnificent.

- What do you mean by that?
-Never mind. Here, here.

Here's 5 bucks. I want you to haul that away.

Wait a minute. Here's another 5.

Mash it down hard, huh? Ha-ha-ha.