All language subtitles for Batman1 S02E45 Batman1s Anniversary.eng

NARRATOR". Gotham City, a glistening
jewel in a sun-filled landscape...

...on a day when all seems right
with the world.

But in stately Wayne Manor,
some of life's answers still prove elusive.

Gosh, Bruce,
I'm not really sure how important it is...

...to know the maximum number of pieces
a pie will yield after six cuts.

Well, if you had a house full of guests
and only one pie...

...you'd find it was important.

The trick to this pie puzzle, Dick,
is to discover a rule...

...that will give you
the maximum number of pieces...

...for any given number of cuts.

Now, notice-- Thank you.

--Cut number one yields two pieces.

Right.

Cut number two yields four pieces.

Right.

Do you detect any pattern yet, Dick?

It looks as if each cut adds a number
of pieces...

...that is always equal
to the number of the out.

Bravo, Dick.
I think you're beginning to get it.

As long as each cut intersects the lines of
the previous cut, that rule should hold true.

Now, if we draw the next line
in that manner...

...and count the pieces,
I'm sure you'll find they'll total seven.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.

Seven. Right again, Bruce.

The Batphone, sir.

Thank you, Alfred.

Here, Aunt Harriet,
see how many pieces you can get out of this.

Oh, Alfred, I'm certainly glad I have you.

Thank you, madam.

Always happy to be of service.

- Yes, commissioner?
-A very serious situation has arisen, Batman.

BRUCE".
What, commissioner?

Well, for once,
I'm afraid it's of such vital importance...

...and might have
such far-reaching consequences...

...I think we should not even discuss it
over the Batphone.

That bad, commissioner?

That bad or worse.

- Right away, commissioner.
-No.

No, Batman, wait.
I don't even want us to meet in my office.

Now, if you will go directly to the
Gotham Plaza Hotel, I'll explain further.

- Right.
-Holy cryptology, what was that all about?

I don't know, Dick. The commissioner
is not given to unnecessary alarm.

To the Batpoles.

Chief.

You're just in time, Caped Crusader.

Right on the button. Saints be praised.

Better three hours too soon
than a minute late.

Now, what's the crisis, commissioner?

Uh...

Step into the Petit Ballroom.

Happy anniversary to you

Happy anniversary to you

Happy anniversary, Dear Batman

Happy anniversary to you

Ladies and gentlemen, distinguished guests,
Batman and Robin...

...as mayor of Gotham City, it is my privilege
to officiate at this luncheon.

One of many to commemorate a day
cherished in the hearts of all Gothamites.

A day when a man known only as Batman
donned cape and cowl for the first time...

...and appeared in our midst
to preserve law and order.

In appreciation of all the Caped Crusader
has done for our community...

...members of the
Gotham City Dairymen's League...

...have donated $200,000.

Enough new bills, as a matter of fact,
to fill a golden calf.

The proceeds from this luncheon
and others in your honor...

...will be donated to your favorite charity,
Batman.

Ms. Anna Gram, Milkmaid of the Month...

...will make the presentation.
The calf, please.

- Speech. Speech.
-Right, speech.

Speech!

Thank you.

Mayor Linseed,
good citizens of Gotham City...

...I can only state humbly...

...that this is perhaps my finest moment.

Citizens, stay calm.

Make your way to the exits slowly.

Batman, look, the window.

The fire department is here already.

That's what I call fast action.

Almost too fast, Robin.

Have you noticed the lack of flame
in this room and that curious green smoke?

Batman, the firemen are leaving
with the golden calf.

Not firemen, Robin.

The thieves who staged
this flameless inferno.

Let's get them.

- Riddler.
-Salutations and consolations...

...anniversary boy.
-Riddler, that money is for charity.

I'll see that it gets into needy hands.

In the meantime,
I suggest you look for an engaging page...

...to herald the next
of my anniversary surprises.

Ta-ta.

Holy trampoline.

Where did Riddler get a Gotham City
Fire Department rescue truck?

Where he got it is not as important
as where he's going. To the Batmobile.

There's no need for axes. There was no fire.

Merely a well-planned smoke screen
to hide the Riddler's theft of the golden calf.

That enigmatic egotist
back to plague our fair city?

But not for long.

Holy fork in the road. Twin rescue trucks.

One vehicle is set on an evil course,
the other on an errand of mercy.

We can't risk stopping the wrong one.

Luck is no lady today, that's for sure.

Luck generally comes
to those who look for it, Robin.

Riddler rarely leaves anything to chance.

Paper, mister?

Which paper is it?

Gotham City Herald.

Latest edition, 10 cents.

Want one or a bundle?

One, please.

Thanks, pally.

I know it's important to be well-informed,
Batman...

...but don't you think
we should be finding Riddler?

That's exactly what I'm doing.

He suggested we look for
an engaging page...

...to herald the next
of his anniversary surprises.

- Right.
-And what would you call...

...the daily puzzle page
of the Gotham City Herald?

An engaging Page-

- The clue must be somewhere in that puzzle.
-Precisely, Robin.

And since the Gotham City Herald...

...also publishes a morning edition
with this puzzle...

...he would've had time to design his crime
with this puzzle in mind.

What are we waiting for?
Let's solve that puzzle.

NARRATOR".
Meanwhile, in his hideout...

...in the soon-to-be-opened
Noman Jigsaw Puzzle Factory...

...the Prince of Puzzlers coaxes his cohorts
in a chorus of praise.

Tell me again, you cringing knaves...

...am I not the king?

You are the king, Riddler.

King, king, king-

Breathes there another mortal...

...who has absconded
with a $200,000 anniversary present...

...from under the cowl
of the Caped Crusader?

No, Riddler, no one.

And who else would be clever enough
to turn in a false fire alarm?

So the real rescue truck
would run interference for my escape.

Ha, ha! What a marvelous piece
of riddling genius that was.

But I've only started
with the Caped Crusaders.

I'm going to confound them
with conundrums...

...unnerve them with enigmas,
perplex them with puzzles...

...until they wish they were dead.

And then what, Riddler?

Then, my jigsaw jackanapes,
then I'll grant their wish.

All right, knaves, follow me.

We have work to do.

Get into these, quickly.

Gee, I wish I were going with you, Riddler.

Your part in our plan is critical,
dear Anna Gram.

Do it well,
and you can help us strike our next blow.

Where are we going, anyway?

We are going to a banquet.

This puzzle's given us
a few minutes of mental exercise...

...but it still has to provide us with a clue
Riddler promised it would.

Well, we've been studying this puzzle
as a puzzle.

I keep thinking about the way you worked
out that pie puzzle this afternoon.

You mean, inductively?

Right.

Across one, "a water utensil."

Answer, "basin."

Down one, "a formal dinner."

Answer, "banquet."

Down three, "a public way."

Answer, "street."

- Down four--
-Wait a minute, Robin.

The Sons of Balboa are having a banquet...

...at the Basin Street Hotel.

And they filled a Spanish chest...

...with $100,000 worth of gold doubloons
to contribute to your favorite charity.

A tempting treasure for that pirate Riddler.

The Batphone.

- What is it, commissioner?
-An alarming incident...

...in our financial district, Batman.

A water main under Matron Lane has burst
and flooded the underground vault...

...of the Gotham City Bank.

A flooded vault.

Or a flooded bank.

A bank wet, Batman.

Commissioner, muster your forces
at the Basin Street Hotel...

...and guard against criminal activity at the
banquet being given by the Sons of Balboa.

- Robin and I will race to Gotham City Bank.
-We'll be there in a trice.

No doubt Riddler intended to divert us
to the wrong banquet.

While he and his vultures no doubt
picked the vault clean at Gotham City Bank.

But underwater?

No doubt a wily ruse of some kind.

We'll need our Batrespirators.

To the Batmobile.

NARRATOR". While the champions of justice
race to the Gotham City Bank...

...the Riddler and his frogmen
are already at work in its watery vault room.

Flooded per their wily ruse
to keep from being followed.

- Worked like a charm, Riddler.
- Why not?

There's a difference
between a Batman and a frogman.

One quick stop
and then let's go dry our money.

Another bulletin from Riddler?

I'm afraid so, Robin.

And look at this.

Only Riddler and his ilk would have such
a flagrant disregard for private property.

This door will have to be repaired.

Not to mention the fortune
he's stolen from the vault.

What does that giggling gorilla
have to say this time?

Another one of his canny conundrums.

"When is a man drowned but still not wet?"

NARRATOR". Back in the soon-to-be-opened
Noman Jigsaw Puzzle Factory...

...the Prince of Puzzlers
tallies his ill-gotten gains.

One million five hundred thousand.

One million five hundred thousand and one.

A million and a half bucks.

I never thought I'd see that much loot
at one time.

Yeah, that's sure a lot of damp dust.

It's only half of what we need.

Well, it's plenty for us, Riddler.

You shallow-brained simpletons,
where's your imagination? Your ambition?

Why do I have to keep reminding you?

Three million dollars will buy us a weapon
so awesome, so destructive, so terrifying...

...the Gotham City fathers
will get down on their miserable knees...

...and offer me anything not to use it.

The entire city will be mine, mine, mine!

Well, I suppose Batman and Robin
are just gonna fold up their capes and retire.

Yeah, what about them, Riddler?

Caped Crusaders will be
wherever it is Caped Crusaders go...

...when they're dead.

That is if you two lackwits
haven't bungled your assignment.

- Well, we did just what you told us, Riddler.
-Without a hitch.

All right, all right.

Professor Avery Evans Charm,
a genius and my friend.

An artful contrivance.

I congratulate you.

A mere toy compared to some
of your devices, professor.

Is your fundraising campaign going well,
Mr. Riddler?

See for yourself.

Beautiful.

I'll say.

- One million five hundred thousand.
-And one.

I can't wait to put my Demolecularizer
in your hands...

...and watch the members
of the Gotham City Science Institute...

...quake at my handiwork.

They still won't let you join, professor?

I'm a high school dropout.

So am I.

Oh. When will you have the $3 million?

You won't be waiting long, professor.

Ere set of sun, all Batman's anniversary
money will be in these two hands.

And the masked man hunters
just an unpleasant memory.

NARRATOR".
When is a man drowned but still not wet?

Unaware of the ghastly fate
that awaits them...

...the Caped Crusaders struggle valiantly
to solve the Riddler's latest conundrum.

Nothing?

Nothing. I'm beginning to think
this riddle doesn't have an answer.

You may be onto something, Robin.

There is a tack we haven't tried yet.

- Uh, begging your pardon, sir.
-Yes, Alfred?

Forgive me for interrupting
your celebration, sir...

...but, uh, I felt that I ought to remind you
of your appointment at the bakery.

- The bakery?
-Yes, sir.

I understand
that the Gotham City Baker's Guild...

...has prepared a rather unique cake
in your honor...

...and wishes you
and Master Robin to, uh, pose...

...for the sculptured, uh, marshmallow figures
of yourselves which will top the confection.

How could I have forgotten?
Thank you, Alfred.

My pleasure, sir.

Let's go, Robin.

We'll continue our attempts to fathom
Riddler's cryptogram while posing.

Right. Change of scenery may turn the trick.

Now, that's what I call a cake.

Yes, it is rather formidable, isn't it?

Batman.

Robin.

Gee, it sure was decent of you fellas
to come all the way down here...

...to pose for your marshmallow statues.

We're flattered we were asked.

Oh, it was nothing.

Now, you're probably in a rush to get
to your Gotham Square Park appointment...

...so I'll be just as fast as I can.

Now, all you have to do
is go up to the top of the cake...

...and you stand in the center
with your hands at your sides.

It doesn't take long to carve marshmallows.

That's the second appointment
we've forgotten today, Robin...

...the final ceremony at Gotham Square Park.

In which the funds accumulated in our honor
will be turned over to our favorite charity.

Riddler's latest brain twister
has us both dizzy.

Breathe deeply.

Perhaps a breath of fresh air
will clear our minds.

Here we go, Batman.

We're sinking, Batman.

Congratulations, Bat brain,
you've risen to the occasion.

Can't get my feet out of this.
It's like quicksand.

It is quicksand, Robin.

Riddler's own prepared mix,
cleverly disguised as strawberry icing.

That's right, you sinking saps.
Quicksand, 15 feet of it.

Call it an anniversary present.

That scurvy fiend.

Sorry I can't stay around to see you
descend into oblivion, pastry faces...

...but I have an appointment to keep
with some money at Gotham Square Park.

Happy anniversary to you

Happy anniversary to you

Happy anniversary, dear Batman

Ta-ta.

Happy anniversary to you

I did think it would all end differently,
somehow less ignominiously.

To drown in my own anniversary cake...

Drown? But in quicksand?

Yes, old chum.
Death in quicksand is technically drowning.

That's it, Batman.

- What, Robin?
-The answer to the riddle.

When is a man drowned but still not wet?

We'll be drowned,
but in quicksand so we won't get wet.

Excellent. You've done it again.

Mm-hm. Lot of good it'll do us now, though.