All language subtitles for 49assa vfresa

NARRATOR". Gotham State Penitentiary, an
impregnable fortress under maximum security...

where rehabilitation, not punishment,
is the keynote.

Hello, Catwoman.

Mm, hello.

You're familiar with millionaire
Bruce Wayne?

Yes, we've met.

Is there any particular reason
you had me brought here?

I was taking my afternoon catnap.

We're, uh, taking a gamble
on you, Catwoman.

Your parole application has been granted...

due to the insistence
of one of the members of the board.

- You're letting me go?
- With this proviso...

a board member
will act as your parole officer.

He, heaven help him, will be totally
responsible for your actions.

Who's that?

Millionaire Bruce Wayne.

Warden...

I owe my life of crime to the fact
that I was a drop-out.

I'm going back to Gotham City University
to immerse myself in education.

NARRATOR". Late the next night,
a curious happening takes shape...

in one of Gotham City University's
hallowed halls.

A student prank?

Or a feline scheme of that university's
most recently registered student?

Meanwhile, in Stately Wayne Manor...

Yes, commissioner.

I'm not certain if this requires
your attention, Batman...

but some strange goings-on
have been going on.

Who is it this time, commissioner?
Joker, Egghead, Riddler, King Tut?

I don't know. A statue has been stolen
at Gotham City University.

Sounds like a freshman prank to me.

Perhaps and then again, perhaps not.

The statue was a full-sized replica of you,
Batman.

My graven image, eh?
We'll be right there, commissioner.

To the Batpoles.

Utterly baffling.

With all due respect to Batman's myriad
fans, why would anyone steal a mere statue?

Maybe it was some kind of
dumb fraternity stunt.

Unfortunately,
I can think of a more sinister reason.

What, Batman?

As you may recall...

that statue was made
from a perfect mold of my body.

And the costume is an exact
plaster duplicate of yours.

Precisely, Robin.

This theft may be the first step
in some diabolical imposture of myself.

Gosh, if we only had some clue.

There is one, Boy Wonder.

We found this freshman beanie, size 6 and
seven-eighths, at the scene of the outrage.

Can you trace it?

There are approximately 5700 male freshmen
enrolled for this semester at GCU...

3127 of them wear
a size 6 and seven-eighths beanie.

It's a start.

May I see the beanie in question,
Chief O'Hara?

- Robin?
- Yes, Batman?

Do you see what I see?

Depends. What do you see?

A single strand of red hair.

- A clue?
- Could be a vital clue, Commissioner Gordon.

I've just perfected
an electronic hair Bat-analyzer...

which may hold the key
to this baffling question.

Let's go, Robin.

NARRATOR". And in the basement
of the Eta Beta Lotka sorority house...

adjoining the GCU campus...

I gotta hand it to you, Catwoman.

Hiding us out in a sorority house
was a stroke of genius.

Yeah. Who'd ever think
of looking for men...

in an all-girls house?
- Ha, ha.

There's no time for self-aggrandizement.
There's work to be done.

- To be done. Cornell, have at it.
- Right, Catwoman.

Thank you very much...

ladies and gentlemen,
for all your applause...

but I don't really deserve it.

Thank you very much, ladies and
gentlemen, for all your applause...

but I don't really deserve it.

If I hadn't heard Batman with my own ears,
I wouldn't have believed it.

That's quite good, Cornell.

Just clear your throat and
you'll be perfect. Ha.

Ah.

Yes, that ought to do. Mm.

I'll try it on for size.

It's time for class.

Oh, listen, fellas.
Make sure you return that statue.

I want them to think
it was a simple-minded prank. Ha-ha-ha.

Come on, Penn.

Batman is guest lecturer today...

and we wouldn't wanna miss
any of his pearls of wisdom.

Penn...

where's your beanie?

I... I must have lost it somewhere.

Brown, lend him yours.

You cut class.

Catwoman.

You're under arrest.

You almost gave me cataplexy. Ha!

I've created a monster. Ha, ha.

Oh, well. If I can't tell the difference,
who can'?

I still think it's pretty fishy, Batman.

Catwoman taking Elementary Criminology.

I agree, Robin.

Better keep our eyes peeled.

Good day, students.

I'll begin by remarking that criminology,
like other sciences...

has made remarkable strides
over recent years.

Batman's right, students.

We catch more crooks in our Batcave
anti-crime lab than in the field.

For example, last night a certain statue
was purloined right here at Gotham City U.

This beanie was found
at the scene of the crime.

There was one strand of red hair
caught in the fabric.

I have microscopically analyzed it
and here are my findings.

From this single strand of hair...

I've been able to determine...

that the man is 6 feet,
one-and-three-quarters inches in height...

is 36 years old, has flat feet,
wears glasses...

speaks in a deep voice
and suffers from hay fever.

Help. What do I do?

Cheese it.

I'll set off the bell
with my remote-control Cat-radio.

Pardon me.

Batman.

Okay. Okay. Now, if all you
students will just clear away...

Batman and I would like to be alone.

What makes you think so, Catwoman?

Ooh.

I just thought it would be so amusing.

It would be the first time
you weren't trying to arrest me...

and I wasn't trying to murder you.

Very well.

Just a second while I retrieve my beanie,
my hair, my tweezers, and my notes.

It gets fishier all the time, Batman.

Did you happen to notice how the bell rang
two minutes after the class began?

Of course. She's up to something, Robin.
I'm merely playing along with it.

I'll bet every female
criminal in America...

would swap her time off
for good behavior...

just to change places with me.

- I'm flattered.
- Mm.

As soon as I graduate...

I'll be coming to you for a job.

What I want most in life
is to work side-by-side with you, Batman.

That job is filled.

Oh, Robin.

Well...

maybe by that time
he'll be all grown up and on his own.

I can't tell you how happy I am
about your change of heart.

You seem to have lost all the egotism...

that once marred your great beauty.

Batman?

- Batman, we've been framed.
- What?

I just heard over the radio,
someone who looks exactly like you...

has been positively identified
as having robbed a supermarket.

Well, at least that explains
the curious theft of that statue.

Don't move, you costumed-kook.
We've got you covered.

You're under arrest
for knocking off a supermarket.

Who the heck are you?

Name's Courageous. Captain Courageous.

Just arrived here from Los Angeles
under the police-exchange program.

Holy Hollywood, an out-of-towner.
That's why he doesn't know who Batman is.

You say I've been identified as a criminal?

Twenty witnesses. What's your alibi?

I've been here all morning
sipping a soda with Catwoman.

- He was. I'll swear to that.
- Ha!

Who's gonna take the word
of a 50-time loser?

Slap the handcuffs on him, boys.

Here's a dime. Call Commissioner Gordon.

Sorry, sonny. Only one phone call allowed.

- To his lawyer, if the kook has one.
- That's right. Go ahead and make the call.

Your lawyer?

The number's in the phone book
under the firm name of Alfred and Alfred.

All right, let's get going.

Yes, Chief O'Hara.

I just heard there's to be a spontaneous
demonstration in Chimes Square tonight.

Well, now,
who's demonstrating and what for?

The students at Gotham City University
intend to loiter.

And what's more,
Catwoman is the loiter leader.

Catwoman?

Assign every man you have
to the Gotham Whiteway at dusk.

Yes, sir.

- Batman?
- Yes.

My card.

Serge Tort, attorney-at-law.

Specialist in felonies, misdemeanors,
and over-time parking tickets.

Uh, sit down, Mr. Tort.

It appears that someone has been
masquerading as me, Mr. Tort.

But I'm innocent, you have my word.

Oh, I'm sure you are, Mr. Batman.

But there is nothing more damaging
than eyewitness testimony.

Good luck, sir. Think
the disguise will work?

Let's hope so, Alfred.

Guard.

Let me out, please.

Ah, Captain Courageous.
How was the first day on the job?

Not bad. Not bad, Commissioner Gordon.

I captured a desperate criminal today.

Wonderful. Who was it?

Some joker calls himself Batman.

Batman? You ninny.
Release him and release him fast.

But... But... But...

You do very clever impressions
of a motorboat, captain.

- Get moving.
- Yes, sir.

- Hello?
- This is Commissioner Gordon.

- I'd like to speak to Mr. Wayne, please.
- Yes, just a moment.

Bruce.

It's Commissioner Gordon.

Thank you, Aunt Harriet.

- Hello, commissioner.
- I just thought you'd be sorry to learn...

that Catwoman intends to lead a sit-in tonight
in the heart of Chimes Square, Mr. Wayne.

I'm certain there's some
illegal reason behind it.

You're her parole officer, aren't you?

I guess I haven't done a very good job,
commissioner.

Still, I must award you an E for effort.
Goodbye.

Commissioner, the Batman's escaped.

Tied up a lawyer and
walked out in disguise.

Ha-ha-ha. Good old Batman.
No jail can hold him, not even ours.

He's probably at the Batcave already.

You'll learn soon enough
not to doubt the masked manhunter.

Yes, commissioner. You're calling to tell
me about Catwoman's latest peregrinations.

Incredible.

I just heard about it myself.
How do you do it?

It's my job, commissioner.

I must stay at least two steps ahead
of each criminal.

We'll be at Chimes Square tonight.

Holy crystal ball. How'd you know
the Batphone was gonna ring?

Elementary. I'll explain on the way down.

To the Batpoles.

We have yet to determine
Catwoman's ultimate scheme.

Let's program the Bat-calendar and see what's
transpiring in Gotham City this fine day.

I'm sure we'll find the answer
to her plot here.

There's a prize cat show
at Gotham City Square Garden.

The opening of the Feline Fur Salon
on the Avenue of the Armenians.

A rock 'n' roll concert by The Lions
& the Tigers at Spayed Stadium.

And the Batagonian cat's-eye opal sale at
the offices of the Forever Jewel Company.

I'm afraid we have our work cut out for us,
Robin.

To the Batmobile.

Every year on this date...

the Batagonian cat's-eye opal people
arrive in Gotham City to sell their jewels.

Cat's-eye opals? They're bad luck.

Pish-tosh.
That's a superstition not grounded in fact.

Anyway, they're worth millions.

- We gonna steal them?
- Naturally.

I've discovered where the showroom sale is.

It'll be cat's play.

Yeah, but what about Batman
and the police?

As per my plan, Batman is languishing
in some jail. Ha, ha!

And the befuddled police
will have their gloves full...

just clearing those misguided students
off the streets.

You've come up with a beaut, Catwoman.

Yes. Yes, I really have.

Cornell, go and get the Cat-illac
and bring it round.

We're gonna transform Chimes Square
into Crime Square.

NARRATOR". And that night, in Chimes Square
on the Gotham City Whiteway...

There's only one way for
us to get our rights.

We must let the world know about them.

Students everywhere will thank us
for what we are about to do tonight.

Are you ready?

Yes!

Go to it!

Go back, students. Go back.

Aww.

Go back to your homes and hearths.

Can't you see she's trying
to lead you down a thorny path?

Batman? I thought he was in jail.

I'm afraid that
aside from his many other attributes...

Batman is probably the world's
greatest escape artist.

No matter.

I have something infinitely more fiendish
in mind for him.

To the elevators.

NARRATOR". Moments later,
atop the Gotham City Chimes Building...

Catwoman deploys her forces
in the blinking light...

of the Crespie's Coffee
mechanical billboard.

Well, citizen, to what do we owe
the pleasure of this visit?

I was hoping to revive my TV show,
People Are Funny...

but I can't seem to find any
unusual people in Gotham City.

No, this is just an ordinary, fine,
upstanding metropolis.

Not many weirdos.

- Any particular types in mind?
- Oh, someone perhaps with a strange costume.

Mm.

No, most of those characters like Joker,
Penguin, King Tut are safely locked up.

Maybe somebody with a dual identity
or a unique approach to a problem.

I'm climbing the walls looking for them.

I wish we could help you.

But we're just a couple of ordinary crime
fighters going about our mundane business.

I see. Well, thank you for your interest.
Maybe I'll give up the whole idea.

Too bad. It's a great show.

Costume? Dual identity?
Climbing the walls?

Hey, Batman.

They should have been here by now.

- Here we are.
- In the flesh.

Oh, Catwoman.

Catwoman, will you never learn?

Men!

Two obstacles stand between me and you
and a life of splendor and plenty.

Eradicate them.

Batman. Batman.

Get them.

You had your chance, Catwoman,
but you blew it.

You're a blot on the name
of Gotham City University.

When the students find out
what kind of a person you really are...

they'll hate you for forever.

Nobody loves me.

There, there, Catwoman. It'll be all right.

Can I use my cat-kerchief?

I'm ruining my eyeshadow.

Of course.

Fools.

Don't they know that tears
are a woman's most effective weapon?

Batman.

Batman, wake up.

What are you doing?

I've flavored the coffee in this peculator
with a dash of sulfuric acid.

Once a minute, the peculator
pours its contents into the cup.

So if you get that searing feeling
in your stomachs, it won't be heartburn.

It'll be all burn.

Holy caffeine.

And best of all,
everybody will see you go up in smoke.

Look.

You have a perverted sense of the dramatic,
Catwoman.

You're absolutely right.

Brown, throw the switch.

You have one minute. Bye-bye.