All language subtitles for Batman.1966.S01E10.A.Death.Worse.Than.Fate.eng

♪ Batman ♪♪

(male narrator)
We have already seen
a quiet Gotham City Bank.

A sneaky operation.

Apprehended?

Not quite

A load of lead.

Goodnight, sweet guard.

A call to Batman.

He's on his way.

Hey, hey, hey!

The brass was stumped..

...but Batman wasn't.

He'd plant a story.

A pair of crooks

and one's a doll.

Batman sets the doll trap.

And the doll was tempted.

The trap looked tasty.

But the doll turned the tables

and snatched Aunt Harriet.

Holy backfire!

One hundred thousand
dollars ransom

or a hot tub for Aunt Harriet..

...in exactly one hour.

Sizzled or saved?

But wait, the worst
is yet to come.

[theme music]

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Where can he be?

Where can Bruce Wayne be?

I keep telling you,
commissioner, stop worrying.

Batman will find him.

Twenty minutes gone.

Forty minutes remaining
for Bruce Wayne to appear

and contact the criminal
or else..

Oh, that poor,
unfortunate Mrs. Cooper.

It always the poor ones who get
the worst of these games.

Any luck, Chief O'Hara?

Well, thank you.
Thank you just the same.

Yeah, goodbye.

Well, that's the last of them.

I've called every
rich man's club

and eatin' place in Gotham City.

He's in none of them.

These millionaires!

It's hard for us to comprehend
the sort of lives they lead.

Yeah, it's true, commissioner.

I'll bet Mr. Wayne
is out on some yacht.

Eatin' sherbet
and changing his clothes.

Now, that's not true.

Why do you jump
at me so, Boy Wonder?

Gosh, chief, I'm sorry.
It's just that--

There, Boy Wonder,
we understand.

The lad's under
great strain, Chief O'Hara.

No doubt he can't help imagine
himself in the position

of young Dick Grayson, the
nephew of the kidnap victim.

Right lad?

Uh, so right, commissioner.

Well, console yourself, my boy.

We haven't been able to locate
young Dick Grayson either.

He's fortunately ignorant
of this whole tragic situation.

Twenty five minutes.

Why the devil can't Batman
find Bruce Wayne?

Am I in time?

Thank heavens, Mr. Wayne.
I hope so.

Our little team.
Chief O'Hara.

- My pleasure, sir.
- And Robin, The Boy Wonder.

I'm sure glad Batman
found you, Mr. Wayne.

Me too, Robin. He located me
on the outskirts of my estate.

- He asked me to give a message.
- Yes?

Batman said,
"Tell Robin to carry on."

He himself had to dash
in search of a clue.

- What was it?
- He didn't stop to say.

What's the situation here?

Tight, Mr. Wayne.
Ugly, I'll explain on the way.

- The way?
- Chief, alert my driver.

Yes, sir.

The criminal has asked
to make contact

in a strange but clever manner.

Over television, Mr. Wayne.

I have every Gotham City channel

waiting on standby.

Let's go. Come on.

[gunshots on television]

Ladies and gentlemen, we
apologize for the interruption

of our regularly
scheduled programs.

This is a special announcement

from Commissioner Gordon's
office.

Switch it, Jewel.
Studio nine.

You're on the air,
commissioner.

[clears throat]

Hello, criminals.

Wherever you are out there.
Do you hear me, criminals?

This is
Police Commissioner Gordon.

I'm Bruce Wayne.

And I'm Robin, Batman's aid.

I speak for him officially.

Our phone number is
555-2345.

(Commissioner)
'I give you my word of honor
this line is not being traced.'

That's right.
No trace.

Our only interest is the safe
return of Mrs. Harriet Cooper.

(Robin)
'We give crooks no quarter'

'but we always deal
with them fairly too.'

Ah, correct.

Criminals, we don't wish
to undermine

what little remaining faith you
might have in organized society.

[phone rings]

Yes.

This line better not
be traced, my friends..

...or it'll be very sad
for Mrs. Harriet Cooper.

How is she?

[fire crackling]

Oh, well, quite well,
Boy Wonder.

At least as well as one can be

in a straitjacket over a
fatal pool of flaming oil.

You devil!

How could a woman
stoop to such a trick?

Talk of tricks.

What about that phony
Star of Samarkand this morning?

It was a fair weapon
in a fight against crime.

You know that as well as I do.

Enough of this prattle.

Mr. Wayne, listen to my
instructions about the ransom.

Wait.

What? Are you trying
to give me orders?

Wait, the Boy Wonder is about
to make a dramatic confession.

That story in the paper

about the bank money
being counterfeit

'it was false.'

What?

It was a ruse.

It was a Batman's trick
to make you try again.

That money you stole
last night is real.

A statement from the editor
of the Gotham City Times

"This morning's headline..

...was entirely untrue."

Look.

(Commissioner)
'It's signed and notarized.'

(Bruce Wayne)
'Let me add my assurance.'

As the director of the first
national bank of Gotham City.

let me tell you that the money
in your possession

is 100% bonafide.

You gotta believe Mr. Wayne.

As bank director,
if he made a false statement

he would be liable
to federal prosecution.

- Yes.
- Don't you see out there?

This reckless crime of yours
isn't necessary.

You already have
your filthy lucre.

For your own sake,
release Mrs. Cooper immediately.

Oh, Come on, you crook.

You can't be all bad.
Let the poor lady go, huh?

Yes. Thank you.

I believe you.

It was only desperation
that drove me to this.

You-you'll release your victim?

At once, with pleasure.

Where?

Don't worry.
You'll find her.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Ah, thank you,
ladies and gentlemen.

Thank you very much.

And now, we return you to our
regular scheduled program

in progress.

[gunshot on television]

- Holy hallelujah! We did it.
- Thanks to you, Robin.

It was your warm appeal
that turned the tide.

I'll call Chief O'Hara.

I'll put the entire
force on the alert.

Get me Chief O'Hara.
Chief O'Hara, yes, thank you.

[tires screeching]

Are you alright?

Could I help you, madam?

I'm Mrs. Harriet Cooper.

The kidnap victim?

Yes. Would someone please
call a policeman.

My relatives must be
terribly worried.

Yes, ma'am.

Scarcely minutes later

back at stately Wayne Manor..

Is she alright, doctor?

(doctor)
An amazing woman, Mr. Wayne.

It was a real fight
to make her accept sedation.

(Bruce)
'Well, that's
Aunt Harriet all over.'

You're sure she
had no clues to divulge

about the crooks?

Not one alas.

It seems that the minute
she was lured into the taxi

she was subjected to a potent
but harmless drug.

Now, if you'll
excuse me, I must go.

Yes, of course.
Thank you, doctor.

I suppose you'll be wanting
to find Batman now?

That's right, Mr. Wayne.
I will.

[sighs]

What's the matter, Alfred?

Excuse me, sir, but I can't
help feeling that this whole

somber episode is my fault.

Your fault?

Indeed, sir.

Had I not been down
dusting the Bat-cave

when that false
phone call arrived..

Good heavens!
Perish the thought, Alfred.

You were performing
your proper duty.

Begging you pardon, sir.
Not true.

Ordinarily, I tend to the
Bat-cave on Wednesday evenings.

I fail to do so
because of my addiction

to a certain television program.

Listen, Alfred,
rid yourself of guilt.

That's right, Alfred.

Aunt Harriet's fine now.

She's more than fine.

If it hadn't been
for her mishap

I wouldn't have deduced
the criminal's identity.

What? You know?

Dear me.

And I thought, uh, I thought
I discovered the decisive clue.

This, uh,
book of matches, sir.

The Gnome Book Store.

Where did you find this, Alfred?

'Just now, sir.'

On the staircase.

They must've fallen out
of Mrs. Cooper's pocket

when we helped her upstairs.

I had hoped that they might
indicate the whereabouts

of the felon's lair.

Nice thinking, Alfred.
Darn nice thinking.

To the Bat-poles.

Atomic batteries to power.

Turbines to speed.

[roaring]

[tires screeching]

[tires screeching]

Gosh, Batman, I'm stumped.

Who the heck is the crook?

Think over the clues.

A female magician.

So what use is that?

Like we found in the files

there are 27 female magicians

licensed to practice
in Gotham City.

Think harder.

Remember what she told us
about Aunt Harriet's plight.

Suspended in a
straitjacket over a..

Holy birthday cake!

Right.

My last birthday,
you took me to see her.

We even met her backstage.

Zelda the great!

Sure, I remember.

That straitjacket escape
was her big gimmick.

As usual, vain boasting has been
this criminal's undoing.

Gosh, though.

Where does this
Gnome book store come in?

(male narrator)
Where indeed.

For back behind
the phony book store

Eivol is ready with his
inescapable Doom-Trap.

[chuckling]
Well, well.

Legal tender after all.

Isn't life surprising, hmm?

You have your money, Eivol.

Now, tell me the secret.

How do I escape
from the Doom-Trap?

You mean you haven't
guessed, Zelda?

Even after
the hint I gave you?

- There is no way to escape.
- True.

Even I, Eivol Ekdal, with all
my twisted Albanian genius.

Even I cannot devise the answer.

That is where Batman comes in.

Oh, we lure him into the trap?

Then he show us the way out?

Exactly. We use him
as our pawn.

Well, you mad Albanian.

Even if Batman
does work out the trick

how can I use it on stage
when Batman knows.

We have an obscure peasant
saying in my country

"Dead men tell no tales."

Dead men?

But of course, dear Zelda.

After Batman escapes
from the Doom-Trap

he walks into
instant liquidation.

[buzzer sounds]
Wait, I show you.

Ah..

...gentlemen,
welcome, gentlemen.

All set up for the rub out?

Yes, yes.

Show me the money.

One hundred grand.

- Don't bother to count.
- It might make us mad.

[laughing]

It's like fringe benefit.

Another $100,000 I get for..

What is the word?

...fingering Batman.

I sign a contract
with the syndicate.

Kidnapping, murder.

Where will it end?

- You know I abhor violence.
- You wretched weakling!

You should've thought of that
before you rob your first bank.

Now, stop the stupid questions
and think of a way to lure

Batman into our trap.

Done.

What done?

As I told you, Eivol,
I'd guessed your scheme.

I cleverly left a clue.

I stuck a book of your matches
in Mrs. Copper's pocket.

No doubt he's
on his way already.

Not a moment to lose.

Gentlemen, into the sarcophagi.

Quickly.
You see? They have peep holes.

What's the shooting schedule?

The instant Batman escapes
from the Doom-Trap, shoot!

Why not shoot him
before he gets in?

Because we need Batman
to show us how to escape

from the Doom-Trap, you fools!

[laughing nervously]

Gentlemen, dear friends.

Remember, contract calls for
bumping Batman after he escapes.

It's in writing.

Okay, if it's in writin'.

Okay. Please gentlemen.

[theme music]

[tires screeching]

There it is.

[tires screech]

Closed. Back in one hour.

Could be a deception.

Right you are.

It's not even locked.

[buzzing]

[softly]
Electric eye.

Someone's coming into the shop.

Quickly, Zelda, quickly.

Where?

Into my secret control booth.
In the wings.

(Eivol)
Quickly.

You may look
in this periscope.

(Robin)
Look, Batman,
a note on the counter.

(Batman)
"To whom it may concern.

"Try interesting volume
on top shelf

last book of back row."

Gosh! Could it concern us?

It certainly could.
Look at that title.

The truth about...bats.

Wow!

[whirring]

That book worked
a concealed switch.

Let's see how
the plot goes, huh?

(Batman)
Bizarre!

A play without actors.

This script could be for us.

One way to find out.

Let's get in the limelight.

Look, in this booth.

It's a bat.

I bet it means something.

(Robin)
Holy fish bowl!

(Batman)
We're shut in.

Got them.

A trick magnetic padlock.

Oh, it seems such a waste.
They're such handsome creatures.

Shut up.

Eivol, Eivol,
can I help being a woman.

Shut up I said.

Now, I turn on
the secret speakers

hidden in the Doom-Trap.

(Robin)
'Gosh, Batman!
What kinda trap is this?'

It is a Doom-Trap, Boy Wonder.

(Eivol on speakers)
'Welcome to my greatest
achievement.'

'The inescapable Doom-Trap.'

Poor, twisted mind.

'You stupid fools!
I am a genius.'

Yeah, that's what they all say.

Pipe down, Robin.
We have to humor him.

What's the big idea, genius?

Very simple, Batman.

Try to escape.

Let's just do that.

Our utility belts.

[Eivol laughing]

'Useless!'

My jet age plastics
are impervious to your tools.

Eivol, what if even Batman
cannot escape the trap?

That will be very sad.

Then I would have
to give back your money.

Or I could go back
to the drawing board.

[whirring]

Gosh, I'm afraid it's true.

This stuff is tough.

You are wasting time

and you have so little left.

Now..

...look down at your feet.

A deadly, colored gas
is issuing.

Quick, let's get that grill.

(Robin)
'Ow!'

(Batman)
'Electrified.'

Holy graveyard, Batman.

(Robin)
'This could be...curtains.'

(Batman)
'Don't quit, Robin.
Let's get our heads down.'

'This gas is rising.'

[coughs]
'Lighter than air.'

'We'll have a few more
life-saving seconds.'

Oh, what a noble struggle!

(Robin)
'Hey, a gas lighter than air?'

Must have...h-h-hydrogen in it.

I-if we could electrify it.

We can. High voltage grill.

Metal buckles of our belts.

Give me your utility belt

and step back, Robin.

[Batman coughs]

(Batman)
'Alright. Here goes.'

[explosion]

Sensational!
He has done it.

Batman, watch out.
Those mummies!

[gun fire]

[crash]

(Eivol)
'Aah..'

(Robin)
'Look, Batman.'

Holy crossfire!

Poised on their
own murderous petards.

A couple of mummies.

Let's taketh them
to the morgue.

But where's Zelda.

Look at her.
Glycerin tears.

No, Robin.

Real.

Some other lifetime...Batman.

Perhaps.

Some other lifetime.

Some time later
at Gotham State Penitentiary

female division..

Hello, Zelda.

Hello, Mr. Wayne.

I'll come right
to the point, Zelda.

While I can't pretend
that your conduct

has earned you any medals

on the other hand,
you did save Batman's life

and The Boy Wonder's too.

It was the least
I could do, Mr. Wayne.

True, true.

But not many criminals
would see it that way.

I think you've earned
a new chance.

A new chance?

The Wayne foundation
of which I'm the head

maintains a number
of children's hospitals.

Now, here's my offer.

When you get out of here

I'll see you get a position
in one of those hospitals

as resident lady magician.

Oh, how wonderful.

What a joy to entertain
small children.

I'm glad you feel that way.

Consider it settled then.

- Goodbye.
- Wait please.

Good heavens.

If you ever see him

give this to Batman.

Please? Will you, Mr. Wayne?

(male narrator)
Next week, Batman vs the Joker.

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