All language subtitles for Batman s01e13 The Thirteenth Hat.eng

Another glorious morning
in Gotham city.

The day people are
just starting to work.

And the night people
are ready to call it a day.

My super instant mesmerizer.
It never fails.

Okay, boys, carry him out.

Hey, just a minute.

That's my cap.

Take him along, too, boys.

Look, look, look, you.

What are you doing with my hat?

Add him to the list.

Right.

Three more hats

stolen right out
from under our noses.

Not to mention their owners.

I would say a pattern is
beginning to take shape.

- A pattern, sir?
- A villainous pattern, indeed.

At this rate, no hat
in Gotham City

will be safe from Jervis Tetch.

You mean the accursed Mad Hatter

is back to his
fiendish practices?

Who else?

It was a sad day, indeed, when
the word "parole" was coined.

If memory serves
me, commissioner

the Mad Hatter not only is a
mortal enemy of Gotham City

but also...

Precisely, Chief O'Hara.

The Cowled Crusader, himself

was a witness at
the Mad Hatter's last trial.

We have no other choice.

We need his help and now.

Let's hope to heaven
we can reach him.

But can they reach him?

Or are millionaire, Bruce Wayne

and his youthful ward,
Dick Grayson

up to something else
this morning

in stately Wayne Manor?

I'll summon him, sir.

You sent to Italy
for that piece of rock?

Piece of rock?

Why, this is
carrara marble, Dick.

Famous from antiquity
and still being quarried.

Gee, carrara marble.

Uh, it's just possible
this bust was sculptured

by the famous Carnato himself.

Gosh, Carnato?

One of the great masters.
When we have more time,

I'll acquaint you with the
processes of sculpturing.

It's fascinating, after which
I devoted many hours of study.

I'd like to hear
about it, Bruce.

Forgive me for
interrupting, sir.

But it's the Bat-phone.

Hot diggity.

I'm in a quandary, Bruce.

The Gotham City gourmet society

tea tasting is this afternoon.

And I don't know whether
to start with

oolong or pekoe.

Well, whatever decision
you make, Aunt Harriet

I'm sure it'll be the right one.

Uh, they just called to report

they sighted
a black-footed albatross

at Sleighter's Slew.

And maybe a fork-tailed petrel.

A fork-tailed petrel
and a black-footed albatross

on the day of the tea tasting?

You know how they are about
their bird sighting, madam.

- Yes, commissioner?
- Jervis Tetch.

The Mad Hatter is
at large again.

- Him again?
- We'll be right over.

To the Bat-poles.

I couldn't agree
with you more, commissioner.

It's the work of the Mad Hatter.

Nobody's safe when that human
scourge prowls our streets.

It's possible he's
planning to unleash a new

reign of terror
in our fair city.

Terrifying defenseless citizens

with that super instant
mesmerizer in his high hat.

That devil of a trademark.
Where will he stop?

In the court of law,
Chief O'Hara.

Where he's been stopped before.

Exactly.

When you testified against
him in his last trial

he said he'd get you, if it was
the last thing he ever did.

Few men die of threats, Robin.

Commissioner Gordon.

Yes.

Right away.

He struck again.

He just stole
the fire chief's hat

and the fire chief from
the convention hall.

- Holy helmets.
- Will you need reinforcements?

Thanks, chief. I think
it's best for you and your men

to stand by closely until
we catch this tricky devil.

You have our gratitude.

Thank you, Commissioner Gordon.

Fighting crime
deserves no gratitude.

It's my fervent that
warped minds such as his

can be rehabilitated
once and for all.

Clear all exits
for the Batmobile.

I repeat, clear all exits
for the Batmobile.

But, at the same time,
in this old building

which doubles as a warehouse
and the secret hideout

for the Mad Hatter
and his slippery stooges..

There.
Two more to go.

And the dummies of the conniving
jury that convicted me

will, at last, be
properly topped.

- How whimsical, Jervis.
- Thank you, Lisa.

It's a pleasure to share my
moments of triumph with you.

I'm supposed to be
on my coffee break.

At least, that's what
I told Madam Magda.

Madam Magda.

Little does she know
she's to be my next victim.

Oh, how merry, Jervis.

Before we get to the next victim

when do we get the next meal?

Gettin' bonnets for the dummies
ain't filling our stomachs.

Or our wallets.

Our wallets will
be filled, boys.

As soon as I've completed
the most fantastic

hat snatch of
my glorious career.

Batman's cowl?

Precisely.

Jervis, that's
positively waggish.

Waggish, maybe.

But taking on Batman's
a big order, boss.

The biggest.

Not only will I add his
cowl to my unique collection

but I will have exposed
our monstrous enemy

once and for all before
he meets his gory end.

You rogue.

Many others have tried
killing Batman.

Many others do not have
the lethal equipment

of my hat factory, Dicer.

Start the motors.

Excellent for sheering
rabbit fur.

Think what it would do
to a man's skin.

Jervis, I don't dare.

These stretchers form felt

into the shape of hat crowns.

What form would they shape
a man's muscles and marrow?

Mush. Oatmeal mush.

Crown croppers.

And this, a felt shredder.

Or should I say a shredder
of a chubby felt?

And this for shrinking
and sizing hat bodies.

But why not shrink and size
the body of Batman himself?

Oh, my heart leaps with joy

when I think that one day

my dastardly adversary

may end up as
a hat rim or crown.

Or even..

A tassel on a Tam O' Shanter.

A Tam O' Shanter.
Oh, you pixie.

Oh.

I swore vengeance when he
testified against me.

And I'll get it.

I'll get it.

Of course, you will, darling.

When do we get our break?

I heard that, Cappy.

Why do you think
I snatched the owner

of each hat the way I did?

The jury is still out.

Regalez vous.

What an antique idea.

We'll reach a verdict, soon.

Two more jurors and I'll
ask the biggest ransom

Gotham City has ever heard of.

All of this country's
presidents hats

currently on loan
at the Gustonian Institution.

Presidents hats?

Yes, Washington's, Jefferson's

Lincoln's, Grant's,
worth millions.

You're a genius, Jervis.

And all topped by Batman's cowl.

Oh, don't worry boys.

It'll be top hat
and tails from now on.

It may be tougher than
you think, trapping the Batman

in his hideout without
getting the cops involved.

I've thought of that
too carefully.

That's why I picked
another spot.

That's where you..

And Madam Magda come in, Lisa.

And here's where I leave.

I can't be late
for work, Jervis.

I don't want
to jeopardize my job

at the millinery shop.

Don't worry my dear,
it'll all be so simple.

So very simple.

But what of Batman and Robin?

Little realizing the enormity

of the Mad Hatter's
abominable schemes

our dauntless duo
cross questions

a frightened hat check girl.

Now, perhaps if you
started again, Miss..

Babette.
People call me Babette.

That's my name.

The robbery, the kidnapping?

It all happened so quickly.

I was counting my tips.

And then, the fire
chief's hat was gone?

So was the fire chief,
going anyway.

While that funny man flashed
that funny thing in his face.

The super instant mesmerizer.

Well, it super instant-ed
the fire chief, alright.

Then they carried him out.

They?

There were three of them
all together.

Three?

Was one wearing a top hat
and the others, homburgs?

You must be clairvoyant
or something.

And I suppose it only
took a second?

How did you know?
How could you have guessed?

We're familiar with the method
of operation of this criminal.

I'm sorry I wasn't here to
prevent his dastardly attack.

Well, you're here now, Batman.

Batman, your Bat-phone
is buzzing.

Thank you, Miss Babette.

You've been of great assistance.

I wish there was
more I could do.

Yes, Commissioner.

The Mad Hatter has
been spotted again.

Outside Magda's Millinery Mason.

- 61, Gotham Lane.
- Roger.

Hat shop, 61 Gotham Lane.

Mason Magda.

Hat box for high society.

Oh, no, no, no.

I don't like it at all.

Actually, I like the one
you're wearing very much better.

Oh..

It is from my personal
wardrobe, Mrs. Monteagle.

And not for sale.

Perhaps Lisa can find
something similar.

Maybe something with
a little veiling, you know.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Mrs. Monteagle, veiling is
for much older women than you.

You think so?

Oh, I like that.

Oh, yes, that's the one.

Oh, it's beautiful

Help!

Help!

Could it be, they're
too late again?

The Mad Hatter has heisted
his eleventh head piece?

And his eleventh juror?

And made his escape under the
very noses of the Dynamic Duo?

Oh, Batman,
am I glad to see you.

- I'm Hermione Monteagle.
- How do you do?

There's been a kidnapping
and a hat-napping

both right in this
place, right now.

Alarming, indeed.

And poor Madam Magda.

They stole her,
right under my very eyes.

Oh, I don't know what
the world's coming to.

My, I simply love that cowl.

I'm sure the communists had
something to do with this.

I suspect the culprit can be
found closer to home.

Hermione.

Excuse me.

The kidnapper dropped
this as he was leaving.

Perhaps it may be of some help.

Clues are always helpful.

Octave Marbot, sculptor.

This is odd.

It requires further
thought and study.

We must reappraise
this situation.

Gosh, Batman, sure.

I'll report this
to the authorities.

I trust that
Madam Magda's abductors

will be apprehended before
further harm befalls her.

Or her hat.

Oh, I loved her hat.

And that divine cowl.

I wonder if it comes
in any other color.

I know Octave Marbot.

I'm sitting for a statue
he's making of me.

Statue?
Holy happenstance.

Yes, Warden Crichton
requested it

to exhibit at a
Gotham State Prison

to help inspire the convicts
in his rehabilitation program.

Gosh, Batman,
that's a great idea.

But why would the Mad Hatter
drop this card

in Madam Magda's shop?

He could be taunting us
with a clue.

Perhaps the edge lighted,
loose sight map of Gotham City

will tell us some more.

Now, he's been striking
all over the city.

Madam Magda's millinery mason.

The silver shop which is here.

Convention hall.

Gotham sporting goods,
over here.

The hotel, where he
stole the chef's hat.

And the chef.

Exactly, Robin.

There is a pattern.

And Marbot's studio

is the topper.

Robin, I suggest we pay
a call on Monsieur Marbot.

A bird in the hand
is worth two in the bush.

I couldn't have stated it
better myself, old chum.

Can it be possible Batman
has fallen for this ruse?

And what about
Octave Marbot himself?

Is he an innocent sculptor?

Or a part of this evil scheme?

Better activate the anti-theft
device, Robin.

'Gosh, yes, Batman.'

Commissioner Gordon says there's
been a rash of car thefts.

Oh, mon'amie, Batman
and the Boy Wonder.

To what do I owe
the honor of this visit?

You have come back
for your next sitting?

There's no time for posing
today, Monsieur Marbot.

We're here on a matter
of grave urgency.

Oui, but of course.

What can I do to help you?

Do you know a man
named Jervis Tetch?

Better known as the Mad Hatter.

Jervis Tetch?

Jervis Tetch.

No.

He's presently victimizing
Gotham City.

The Mad Hatter?

And somehow he dropped this card
when he made his last catch.

I do not know where
he could have gotten it.

I don't know the Mad Hatter.

I am Octave Marbot.

A simple sculptor.

Alright, Monsieur Marbot.

We didn't mean to alarm you.

Well, as long as you're here

perhaps I could
persuade you to pose.

I'm having trouble
with the tete.

The head.

Perhaps if I could persuade you

to remove your cowl

I could see what's wrong.

Remove my cowl?

In my dressing room, of course.

Boy Wonder could
hand it out to me.

Alright, Monsieur Marbot.

Come on, Robin.

It's working better
than I dreamed.

Batman's in the dressing room
with Boy Wonder.

My expert mimicry
of perfect French

fooled them completely.

The moment..

The moment has finally arrived.

- Batman's cowl at last.
- I don't like it, boss.

Cowl or no cowl.
Batman is still Batman.

Never fear.

He wouldn't dare
follow us and be exposed

for all the world to see.

We'll take his cowl and be on
our way. Conceal yourselves.

I smell a rat.

You smell the Mad Hatter
in Marbot's disguise.

He gave himself away with that
remark about my statue's head.

That was the first
part he finished.

And he was very pleased with it.

You're not going to hand
him your cowl, are you?

Of course not, Robin.

I wanna find
the real Octave Marbot.

Holy switcheroo.
I should've known.

- Someone's moaning
- No doubt, our man.

It is Octave Marbot.

Untie him, Robin.

I'm going to put an end
to our crafty adversary

once and for all.

I wonder what could be
keeping Boy Wonder.

Jervis Tetch, your days
of crime are over.

Not till I get
your cowl, Batman.

My thirteenth hat.

Cappy, Dicer,
what are you waiting for?

Hold this.

I prepared myself with my
anti-mesmerizing Bat-reflector.

Holy ricochet.

Robin, old chum.

What did you do that for, boss?

Now you'll never get his cowl.

When the plaster hardens
and is removed

I'll get a mold of his cowl.

Not only that, but Batman
would be permanently plastered.

Oh, it's a far, far simpler end
for the cowled crusader.

And the flailing knives

mechanical stretchers,
cylindrical chambers

acid sprays and suction fans

of my hat factory.

Oh, it's a stroke
of genius on my part

if I do say so myself.

And I'll be killing
two birds with one stone.

Two birds with one stone.

How does Batman get out
of this plaster trap?

Has the Mad Hatter
outwitted the Dynamic Duo

for his own evil ends?

The web of terror is just

starting to tighten.

Like the wet plaster is just

starting to harden.

Be prepared tomorrow.

Same Bat-time.

Same Bat-channel.

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