All language subtitles for Batman s02e26 Its How You Play the Game.eng

NARRATOR". As you recall, we left
Batman and Robin staked out by Shame...

in the path of a cattle stampede.

Things haven't improved any
since we left them.

And in a moment,
we'll see what happens.

Just a few seconds left, Batman,
and there's no way out.

Courage, Robin. Keep your mask up.

The rumbling of the cattle zooms
has loosened my stake.

Stay right where you are, Robin.
Don't make a move.

Ol?, Batman.

Hey.

Ha, ha. Bravo, bravo, more.

- Ol?.
- Ol?, Batman. Ol?.

Oh. Unh. Phew.

Oh. I always thought
they went for red capes, Batman.

Merely an affectation, Robin.

Something to make the corrida
seem more colorful.

Actually, bulls are colorblind,
they react to movement, not to color.

Holy toreador.

The word is "matador," Robin.

"Toreador" is a word of convenience used
by Bizet in his classic opera Carmen.

- Oh. Holy matador, then.
- Very apt.

Batman, Boy Wonder, what happened?
I thought it was all a game.

It was, Andy,
the most dangerous game of all.

And the stakes were life and death.

And we darn near died.

There's one thing in life you should learn,
it's to listen to your father and mother...

and I don't think they'd approve
of your association with Shame.

You're right, Batman,
I should have known better.

But after all, I'm only 7 years old.

You're never too young to learn
the difference between good and evil.

If I see him, I'll walk on the other side
of the street, I promise.

But I'd sure like my radio back.

We'll see about that.

Let's go, Robin.

We've set another youth on the road
to a brighter tomorrow.

Goodbye, Andy.

Now that we know he's building a truck,
we'll have to discard our theory...

that he's stealing parts so he can
race a car in the Gotham Grand Prix.

Sure, and that 100,000 in prize money
is just cattle feed to Shame.

Yet what could his reason be?

I suggest we visit the one man
in Gotham City...

who knows what's happening
in the world of wheels.

- Hot Rod Harry at KGC.
- Yeah.

Good luck, Dynamic Duo.

Shame, come back. Come back, Shame.
Shame, come back.

And now, stay tuned for the news
on KGC.

The number-one rated radio station
in the world.

Stationville, breakville, nowsville.

Well, hello, Caped Crusaders.
What can I do for you?

Shame is building a super-fast truck.
We're trying to figure out why.

Well, the drag races are all over
for the year...

other than that, I can't
think of a thing, Boy Wonder.

Hey, there is one other cat who knows more
about where the automotive action is...

than the top-rated DJ in GC town.

Who's that, Mr. Harry?

Laughing Leo, the used car and truck
magnate on Surf Avenue and 20th Street.

- Thank you.
- Keep punching, fellows.

You have my word as a used car dealer.

This car was formerly owned
by an oyster salesman...

who only drove it in months
with an R in them. Ha-ha-ha.

I certainly hope so.

I came all the way from Pasadena
to buy this car.

- Bye, honey.
- Goodbye.

Ha-ha-ha. Welcome, welcome.

Hello, friends, looking for
a new or one-only used car?

Not quite, we came to...

Ah, that old job of yours is starting
to look a little bit tacky.

Wouldn't be interested
in something more modern?

I can put you in a beaut for only 1000 down
and this old clunker thrown in. Ha-ha-ha.

Know of anything in the car world
that Shame might wanna get involved with?

Shame? Ha-ha-ha.

- Which Shame is that?
- The conniving cowboy of crime.

Oh, that Shame. Ha-ha-ha.

- Sorry, can't help you.
- Let's go, Robin, we'll get no place here.

Look, 500 down, now, that's my last offer.
How about it?

- Sorry, can't help you.
- Well...

Come again. Ha-ha-ha. Goodbye.

Oh, hello there, Laughing Leo,
you come over to give us more good news?

Well, this truck's ready
to take on anything.

Of course, it don't make a heap of difference
now that Batman and Robin took the big leap.

- Funny you should mention that.
- Yeah.

- We gonna steal them there Black Anguses.
- What, where Black Anguses?

Oh, them prized cows at the Gotham City
Rodeo. Worth 300,000 bucks each.

And four of them totals up to one million,
two hundred thousand, all together.

Which we're gonna sell out west to
some unscrupulous cattle ranchers. Ha, ha.

Boy, don't that just about
fry your eyeballs.

Ha-ha-ha. I couldn't be happier.

I ain't smiled so much since
I ran out of notch room on my gun handle.

Batman and Robin done in.

Us gonna get a potful.

Things just couldn't be better.

All right, Leo, what did you come
to talk to me about?

Well, I don't quite know
how to tell you this, but, uh...

Well, now, don't stand there
chewing your cud, spit it out, boy...

I don't like a dallying tongue.

Batman and Robin are still alive.

They came over to my place
asking questions.

What's happened?

He's angrier than a hyena
with laryngitis.

- Shame?
- Hush up, Leo. When he gets this way...

maybe you don't see nothing,
but it ain't safe to ask no questions.

And exactly where was the Wayne
limousine found, Alfred?

On a shadowy side street, sir,
in a Gotham City suburb.

I hope you didn't mind
my dismantling it for you.

Not at all, Alfred.

You saved us at least 15 minutes
by doing that.

But I'm afraid we've struck out.

There's not a fingerprint
to be found anywhere.

- Here's the last item, sir.
Mm-hm.

There's a tiny green speck
and an even tinier red speck on it.

Robin, here, take a look at this.

What do you think it is, Batman?

The red speck appears to be chili
and the green speck is avocado.

Do you know what that means?

That Shame is a sloppy eater?

Partly, but what restaurant serves the best
chili and avocado dip in Gotham City?

Holy guacamole.

The Adobe Hacienda Motel and Eats
on the inbound state highway.

Let's go.

We're too late, Batman,
now we'll never find him.

Don't fret, old chum.

Let's figure this out.

Shame would have to hide until tonight...

because he can't travel during the daytime
in those peculiar looking clothes. Right?

As rain, Batman.

Where would a bunch like that hole-up?

- You've got me.
- I think he went back to Westernland.

He knows that we know
about his hideout there.

Correct. However, knowing that, he'd think
that we'd think he would not return there...

therefore, he did and so will we.

- Holy Bat-logic.
- Let's go.

But boss, how did you know?

I knew he'd think I'd think he'd think
I'd think he'd come back here.

All right, you got clear aim.

Let them have it.

We've been bushwhacked. Quick,
behind the bullet-proof Bat-mobile.

Another hero bites the dust,
I plugged the Boy Wonder.

All right, let's vamoose.

- Where did he get you, Robin?
- In the heel.

We'll have to get that out fast.
Here, bite down on this.

Steady, Robin.

There.

Let's go after them, Batman.

No, we'll have to get you back
to the Batcave.

Where you can get proper
medical attention.

You'll need blankets, some hot water
and plenty of Baticillin.

It feels perfect, Batman.

The Baticillin lozenges
I gave you worked instantly.

Too bad they got away
before we could question them.

That's crime business, Robin.

It's all in the game. Yes, Alfred.

I beg your pardon, sir, but your scheduled
to serve as Grand Marshal...

at the annual Gotham City Rodeo.
- Great Scott.

On the horns of our dilemma,
I'd overlooked that.

Should be quite an interesting affair.

Apart from the usual steer roping,
bulldogging and bare back riding...

there's the exhibition of the prized
Black Angus cattle.

- What cattle?
- Black Angus, sir, four of them.

Each worth more than $300,000
for, ahem, breeding purposes.

- That's it, Robin.
- What's it, Batman?

It's staring us right in our masks.
They must be what he's after.

Alfred, call the coliseum commission...

and convey Bruce Wayne's regrets
that he will be unable to attend.

But, sir, think of your public image.

No one will miss Bruce Wayne
and Dick Grayson...

once they see Batman and Robin.
To the Batmobile.

Now, nobody flick an eyelash,
this here is a holdup.

I don't want them bacon drippings,
I got bigger fish to fry.

- Rip.
- Yeah?

- Get that freight elevator ready.
- Okay, boss.

- Messy?
- Yeah, boss.

- Get them cattle rounded up.
- Right, boss.

All right, get in line. You heard me.

Pull that cow out. Come on, move.

Okie Annie, keep your gun
aimed on these folks...

- and this time, aim to kill. Get it?
- Got it.

Good.

The rodeo is on the main floor,
but the bulls are shown on the upper level.

What happens if we've guessed wrong,
Batman?

If they aren't what Shame is after?

Think positive, Robin.
But you do have a point.

Stand clear.

These short Bat-climbs are harder
than the longer ones.

It takes a while to unlimber your muscles,
Robin. It's all good training.

Colonel, what are doing here
in Gotham City?

I'm looking for an underground agent.

One of ours or one of yours?

And why the exposition hall
at the coliseum?

Who knows, you never know
where you might find one.

Be careful not to get picked up.

Chief O'Hara can be very tough
with aliens incognito.

- Incognito? With my monocle?
- Well, say hello to Colonel Hogan for us.

It's no wonder he hasn't tried to borrow your
Bat-rope to pull another one of his escapes.

All right, now you folks
keep your feet planted on the ground...

and nobody will end with their toes
curled up, get it?

Good.

- What happened? Who did it?
- Uh... Uh... Uh...

Which way did they head?

What's he saying, Batman?

Poor devil, he's in a state of shock,
Shame must have just left.

- Come on, Robin.
- Where to?

Through the window from whence we came.
We must capture Shame.

What's wrong, Batman?

They've already attained
a substantial lead over us, Robin...

plus, with the speed of that truck,
we'll never catch them now.

- And they have one great advantage over us.
- Which is?

They know where they're going.

And they've already stolen a million,
200,000 dollars on the hoof.

Unless we can employ some Bat-logic
and figure out their scheme.

- Let's see. Steers have to be fed, right?
- Right.

And it's not easy to hide four
such enormous, well-known animals.

- Right?
- Right.

They must've gone back
to the Gotham City Stockyards, right?

- Wrong.
- Wrong. Wrong?

If you wanted to hide a person,
would you hide him in a crowd?

- Right.
- Right? It's easy to spot a person in a crowd.

But it's not so easy to spot a person
in some isolated spot...

where you wouldn't have looked.

- Ergo?
- Ergo...

Shame has probably taken
those cows to the corral.

Sound thinking, Robin.

Call Commissioner Gordon on the
Bat-telephone. Tell him to meet us there.

Come back, Shame.

Shame, come back. Shame.

NARRATOR".
Meanwhile, at the Gotham City stockyards...

Shame and his evil cohorts are feeding
the Black Angus cattle at the KO Corral.

Well, I guess we're done did it,
Laughing Leo.

As soon as we get these critters fed
and watered, we'll hightail it out of here.

Hee-hee-hee! Every arch criminal in the east
has been trying to outwit Batman for years.

Ha-ha-ha! But it took a sun-tanned
westerner to do the trick.

- You said a snootful, Leo.
- Mm!

- Hey, boss, did you hear what I hear?
- Huh?

- Did you hear anything?
- You hear anything?

- What do you hear?
- The Batmobile.

That's what I hear.
All right, now, take cover...

and this time, when you aim,
aim to bleed.

There it is, Batman, the KO Corral.

- Let's go.
- Steady, old churn.

This could be a trap.

- What do you think, Robin?
- It's awfully quiet.

Too quiet for my money.

Don't make a move, Batman,
or I'll fill you full of lead.

You can't frighten us with a vague threat,
Shame.

For a smart hombre,
you ain't got much savvy.

This town ain't big enough
for the both of us.

Draw.

You and every other criminal know
that I don't carry firearms, Shame.

Well, then, reach for your utility belt
so as I can do you in.

Even the rottenest cowboy wouldn't
gun down two unarmed men.

It's against the code of the old West.

Them rules don't count
east of the Mississippi.

If you're gonna murder us,
you're gonna have to do it without our aid.

You may get two other notches in your gun,
but it won't help your reputation one bit.

That's enough, Batman. One more move...

and you'll look like a big blue lump
of Swiss cheese.

I got you covered six ways to Sunday.
Look around.

At the moment of truth, do exactly as I do.

All right, fellows and
gal, let them have it.

What do we do when the smoke clears,
they can draw a bead on us?

- Shh, shh. I'm concentrating.
- It's a heck of a time to be concentrating.

Let's see, nine guns with
six shots each, how many shots is that?

- Fifty-four.
- I counted 53.

They're out of bullets.

Now we'll see if you guys are as brave
without guns for protection.

Come on, Robin.

Get them, Shame!

Yippee! Yahoo!

Ay! Ride him, cowboy. Ha, ha.

You wouldn't hit a man with glasses,
would you? Heh.

- You're not wearing glasses.
- Oh, I'm not?

Laugh that off, Leo.

Pardon me, ma'am.

That's no way to prime a pump, Shame.

Yeah, all right, partner,
it were a fair and square fight, Batman.

It was fair because you couldn't use
your weapons.

Great care must be taken
in the use of firearms.

They can be quite dangerous
if used improperly.

You said a mouthful.

Shame, you just fired
your last shot in Gotham City.

All right, you thieving spalpeens,
get going.

Come on, into the wagon.
All right, now, come on, hurry up.

Let's go. You too, come on.

Batman, you've done it again.
May I shake your glove?

- Of course, commissioner.
- Ha, ha. And yours too, Boy Wonder.

I must admit,
we had a few tense moments with Shame.

On the other hand,
I knew you would bring him to justice.

- Oh?
- Well, don't you always?

I like to think of you two as my own
personal blessings in disguise.

In a few minutes, the authorities
will transport you all to the Calaboose.

Well, I guess it's goodbye
for 99 years to life.

The law is the law.

This little tyke insisted on coming in.
Ha, ha.

Ha, ha. Andy, what are you doing here?

I've been yelling and screaming all over
Gotham City for Shame to come back.

When I heard that he was in here, I just
reported myself as a lost little boy.

- Why did you do that?
- Because this dirty old man stole my radio...

and if Morn ever found out about it,
she'd whale the tar out of me.

Give me back my radio, Shame,
or you'll be in big trouble with my mother.

Here. Send me a bill for the batteries.
Batman'll know my address.

Well, what are you gonna do now, Andy?
You're not really a lost little boy.

I was for a while, Batman,
but you made me find myself.

I'm going straight
to the departmental store...

and trading this western outfit
for a Batman costume.

I don't wanna be a cowboy anymore.

I wanna be a hero like you,
caped crime-fighter.

Being a hero or a crime-fighter
is not what counts the most, Andy...

it's growing up to be a good citizen,
and if that's what you meant...

it's the highest possible compliment
you could pay me.

Good grief.

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