All language subtitles for Batman s01e29 The Bookworm Turns.eng

Gotham City.
Metropolis of wonders.

Architectural queen
of the world.

A new jewel is about to be
added to her crown.

Distinguished guests,
ladies and gentlemen.

The mightiest bridge
in the world

'becomes a part of our city.'

I hereby dedicate this
engineering triumph

the Amerigo Columbus bridge.

'And in Wayne Manor'

'stately home of
millionaire Bruce Wayne'

'and his youthful ward,
Dick Grayson..'

Bruce, quick.
Come here and look.

'What is it, Dick?'

In the crowd there.
I just saw the Bookworm.

- Are you sure?
- How can I mistake him?

Those crazy clothes that look
like rare old book bindings.

And I'm pretty sure he had on
his trick eye-glasses, too.

The ones with the secret
radio stuff built in.

Strange. What would a crook
like the Bookworm

be doing at the dedication
of a bridge?

Let's watch. Maybe he'll show
his nasty nose again.

Bookworm to Printer's Devil.

'Bookworm to Printer's Devil.'

Start chapter one.

'Devil to Bookworm.
Got you boss.'

Holy homicide.

- 'Tell me it's a nightmare.'
- 'Steady, Dick.'

It happened, all right.

Commissioner Gordon killed.

This is one time we don't
wait for the Bat-phone.

Oh, my dears, my dears.

I was watching in the music
room. Did you see it, too?

We did indeed, Aunt Harriet.

I just hope they were
watching the television.

'They?'

Batman and Robin.

'Who else can save us now?'

Don't worry, Aunt Harriet.

I guess there's not much
those two miss.

Come on, Dick,
let's drive into the city

and pay our respects
to a late, great man.

Right, Bruce.

It's the least we can do.

I solemnly swear by my oath
as a crime fighter

that this outrage
will not go unavenged.

To the Bat-poles.

'Look, what'd I tell you?'

Yes, it's the Bookworm, alright.

Why, you pasty faced devil.

If I could only get me mitts
around your neck

I'd strung ya. You...

Pull yourself together,
Chief O'Hara.

The mere fact that
he was at the scene

is no proof of guilt.

Outrage.

Worst insult I've ever
suffered in my whole life.

Miss Williams, please.
What are you up to?

Gentlemen, back to
your departments.

Saints alive.

Holy reincarnation.

You... weren't at the ceremony

at the new bridge, commissioner?

I was not.

Thanks to a monumentally
stupid police officer

who gave me a ticket
as I left my luncheon.

Me! Arrested for
overtime parking!

'Chief O'Hara.'

Are you anxious
to be transferred

to the department of sanitation?

No, sir.

May I see that ticket,
commissioner?

"Badge number 18-8-7."

"Signed by, A.S. Scarlet."

Wait.

There is no badge 18-8-7
on the force.

Of course not.

A.S. Scarlet stands for
"A study in scarlet."

A Sherlock Holmes adventure
novel first published in 1887.

What a typical, twisted,
Bookworm joke.

Bookworm?

Say, what ...what is all this?

Why are you here, Batman?

To investigate your murder,
my friend.

- What?
- 'At the bridge, this morning.'

There was an imposter
made to look like you.

He was apparently murdered
by a rifle bullet

and fell into the river.

Good grief.

Then, that so called
policeman who pinched me...

Another phony.

Right, Robin.

A mere illusion of death,
commissioner.

Performed by an expert
high diver in Bookworm's pay.

But why? What on earth
was the point of that charade?

I don't know.
It could have been...

The bomb detector of the
Batmobile. It's flashing red.

Quick, hit the radio
control ejector button.

Holy explosion.

'Printer's Devil
to Bookworm headquarters.'

'Devil to Bookworm.'

'Devil to Bookworm.'

I read you, Printer's Devil.

'Plot A, washout.'

'He got rid of the bomb'

'with a tricky ejector.'

What about plot B?

I don't know, Bookworm.

It's still up in the air. It...

Ah, there it comes now.

What condition is it in?
Is my plot B legible?

Perfectly.

And here come
the bat-eared boobs, too.

Return to headquarters.

I read you, over and out.

Batman, look.

Strange.

A scorched, powder-burnt,
book cover.

Seems to be made of asbestos.

Excuse me, sir.

Did you see
where this came from?

Out of the sky, Batman.
Just after that explosion.

Typical of the Bookworm to place
his lethal weapon inside a book.

Bookworm?

Sorry, citizen.
Police business.

You'd better move along.

Good luck, Batman.

Thank you.

You could still read the cover.

"For whom the bell tolls,
by Ernest Hemingway."

It's the grimmest warning
we've ever had.

Warning?

Hemingway's title.

It's from a poem by John Donne.

"Do not ask for whom
the bell tolls."

"It tolls for thee."

Phew. No clues here, Batman.

No secret writing.

It's just what it looks like.

A perfectly ordinary
asbestos book cover.

Darn it all. I'm still positive
there's some reason

why he chose
this particular book.

Maybe it was the only one
of right size.

No, Robin, no. You see, I know
how this fiend's mind works.

He prepares every super-crime

like the frustrated
novelist he is.

Every page, every chapter
is an integral part

of one stolen plot.

Even that charade
at the bridge this morning..

Great heavens. Of course.
The bridge.

What, Batman?

In "For whom the bell tolls"

the hero's mission
is to blow up a bridge.

Holy detonator. Let's go.

What is a super-crime, boss?

Silence. Back to your books.
You'll be told in good time.

Oh, you're some
clever worm, Bookworm.

Oh, oh. It's books,
my sweet lady.

Books, books.
That's the secret of my success.

Books.

Oh, I read them all.

I inherit the wisdom
of the ages.

Every plot ever devised is here.

Inside my head.

Oh, Bookworm.

With a mind like yours

I wonder why you don't write
your own bestseller.

Shut up!

Oh, don't you dare
say that to me.

You-you're taunting me,
aren't you?

- No, Bookworm.
- Yes, yes, you are taunting me.

And why?

Why? Because I have no
originality, that's why.

Why? Because I am only
the master of stolen plots.

Well.

Well, this... this will teach
you a lesson.

Hmm.

Psst.

What is he doing?

With his fantastic mind

he will read that entire book
in a matter of seconds.

Now.

What was I saying
before I was interrupted?

Oh.

Dear me.

What feeble memories you have.

Heh.

However..

Shades of Shakespeare.

Night has fallen.

It is time for us to put
a little twist into our plot.

Follow me.

There's one thing
I don't dig, Batman.

Why does Bookworm wanna
blow up the new bridge?

What's he getting out of it?

Perhaps nothing but
twisted revenge.

Revenge against a well
regulated society with..

Look.

On that cloud.

'Wow. The Bat-signal.'

Batmobile here.

Thank heavens, Boy Wonder.

A strange occurrence
has just been reported.

'Where and what?'

Back to that huge old
warehouse on Harbor Avenue.

It involves a bridge.

Say no more, commissioner.
We're on our way.

Old warehouse, Harbor Avenue.

Hold tight.
Emergency Bat-turn.

Robin, alert parachute pickup.

Parachute pickup.

Holy magic lantern.

And a minced picture
of the new bridge.

Yes, he's blown it up all right.

That photograph of the bridge.
It's hugely enlarged.

Blown up,
in photographer's lingo.

Gosh. What a tricky
play on words.

- What's Bookworm's game?
- I don't know, Robin.

The first thing is to find out

where that hidden photo
projector is.

Let's climb the wall
and get a bird's eye view.

No. Wall's too high
to use the Bat-ropes.

Let's use the Bat-zooka.

'Pressman to Bookworm.

They're getting ready
to climb the wall.'

Bookworm to Pressman.

Return to Bookmobile.

Fire.

- Holy bullseye.
- Let's go.

I have the curious feeling this
all some kind of literary plot.

Let's outwit him, Batman.

Let's refuse to bite.

We must, Robin. It's the...

Are you Batman?
Oh, you must be.

'Cause that's Robin.
Hi, Robin.

'Yes, citizen,
but don't be alarmed.'

'We're here on
official business.'

Holy human flies.

This ought to be high enough.

Look. Down there,
in that other alley.

Careful, Robin.
Both hands on the Bat-rope.

- Sorry, Batman.
- You're right, though.

The source of this giant
projected blow-up

seems to be coming from
the roof of that parked van.

Reverse Bat-climb.

Odd.

An abandoned Bookmobile.

Could it really be one from
the Gotham City Public Library?

I doubt it. Not with that photo
projector built into the roof.

'I doubt whether it's entirely
abandoned, either.'

You're right, Batman.
There must be someone inside

to tend the projector.

Let's give the worm a turn.

We'll use
the ultrasonic Bat-ray.

Bookmobile right in
the sights, Batman.

How many decibels
will we give 'em?

12000 DB's ought
to be sufficient.

12000 decibels.
Here we go.

- That's flushed them out.
- 'Six of them, two of us.

Odd's in our favor.

Hiro Jiwa's "Art of the attack."

Page 14, chapter 6, paragraph 2.

Into action.

Your glasses.

Remember, never hit a man
with glasses.

Shakespeare,
once more unto the breach.

'Machiavelli's.'

8. 3. 9. 6. Retreat.

The cowardly worms.
Where are they going?

Where worms always go.

Down into the earth.

They've wiggled through
that secret trap door.

Doubtless, they had
it all prepared.

But why, Batman?

Why lure us here and then run?

Good question, Robin.

One that's baffled us

from the very beginning
of this case. Why?

Perhaps there's a clue
to be found on that Bookmobile.

Holy Cinderella.

A beautiful prisoner.

Just like a fairy tale.

Let's free her.

No.

Wait a minute, Robin.

Criminals have tried
this trick before.

- Trick?
- Shh. Shh.

The girl.

Could be one of Bookworm's gang

disguised as a prisoner
to give us false information.

Gosh, Batman.
Those look like honest eyes.

Huh.

Never trust the old chestnut

that crooks have
beady little eyes.

It's false.

I say we subject her
to the most rigid test.

You mean, the Bat-cave?

Precisely.

I regret this

but it's a precaution
I must take.

I'm going to put you to sleep
for a little while.

I give you my word there will be
no harmful after-effects.

What... is your name?

Lydia Lympet.

'Do you know where you are?'

Of course.

I'm in the back of
Bookworm's Bookmobile.

It rings true, Batman.

She doesn't even realize
she's in the Bat-cave.

Get set for the big one.

What is Bookworm's plot?

I don't know.

He hasn't confided it to us.

Darn it all.
Another true answer.

I only know he can't pull it off

till Batman and Robin
have perished.

Turn that machine off.

What are we gonna do, Batman?

Only one thing we can do.

And quickly, before
that Bat-gas wears off.

She's waking up.

Batman?

Oh, thank heavens,
you've rescued me

from that slimy fiend,
the Bookworm.

Any idea what his
plot is, ma'am?

Oh, yes.
I overheard it all.

He plans to strike at midnight.

Where, ma'am?

It's just awful.

You know that perfect replica
of Independence Hall?

'The one built
for the exposition?'

Well, he plans to steal
the priceless documents there.

The original..

United States..

Declaration of Independence.

This poor girl's
had a very bad time.

We better call an ambulance
on the mobile Bat-phone.

Batman, Robin,
please don't leave me!

- Another trap, of course.
- You could say that again.

Another trap, and I intend
to walk right into it.

What?

It's the only way, Robin.

We know The Bookworm's
waiting there.

With his shotgun
loaded for bats.

True. But he doesn't know
that I know.

You stay here
and guard that crooked girl.

I'll call Chief O'Hara en route

and have him send
reinforcements.

Ambulance on the way, ma'am.

Won't be long, Miss Limpet.

While we wait..

Why don't you untie me, hmm?

I don't know if I should.

I mean, you might
be injured, Miss Limpet.

Better not move until
trained personnel arrives.

Well, then, how about
reading me a book?

Say that fourth one
on the end of the shelf.

Sure thing, Miss Limpet.

- This one?
- No, no, no, the next one.

"Complete English history?"

This kind of stuff
always puts me to sleep.

Limpet to Bookworm, urgent.

'Do you read me?
Am I legible?'

'Repeat. Am I legible?'

Ahem, I read you.

Warning. Batman knows
it's a trap.

Uh, how could he?

I don't know. But get this.
The Boy Wonder knows my name.

He's been calling
me Miss limpet.

'They must've tumbled somehow.'

Uh, look, do you still
have Boy Wonder?

Oh, yes.

He got a whiff of your
sleepy-bye book

"English history."

Stay right there. I'll be
right over to pick you up.

'Over and out.'

A strange destination
for a dreadful fate.

The Wayne Memorial clock tower.

Presented to Gotham City

in memory of
Bruce Wayne's father.

'Time. Time.'

'Which delivers us all
to the worms in the end.'

What time is it?

Oh. One minute
to midnight, Bookworm.

Ah!

Sixty tiny seconds.
Oh, farewell, Boy Wonder.

'Adieu, Robin. Oh, this is
the last time you will meddle'

'in affairs of moment.'

Oh, I tried to warn you.

"Do not ask for whom
this bell tolls.

It tolls for thee."

Holy headache!

Holy midnight!

The first minute of the new day.

The everlasting end for Robin.

Stick merciful cotton
in your ears.

The death-knell
sounds tomorrow.

Same Bat-time.

Same Bat-channel.

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