All language subtitles for 60asaeree

NARRATOR". When last seen,
the Dynamic Duo was trapped...

in a large vaporizing pipe
in Mr. Freeze's frosty hideout...

beneath the Bruce Wayne Ice Arena.

With his hand on the controls,
Mr. Freeze was in the process...

of lowering their temperature...

and then vaporizing them
into the Bruce Wayne Ice Rink above.

Did he?

Has he?

Will he?

In one chilling moment we'll find out.

As soon as that tube
is completely frost-covered...

which will mean that the Caped Crackpots
are ready and chilling...

then I will activate
this vaporizing pipe pump...

and Batman and Robin will be
a permanent part of the ice rink upstairs!

And it won't be long now.

Gosh, Batman, I've heard of people
freezing to death...

in places like Siberia,
but not in the heart of Gotham City.

Keep working on that
reverse thermal Bat Lozenge...

I gave you, Robin,
it might do some good.

Will it keep me from vaporizing?

I doubt it.

What a ghastly way to go.

How long will it take?

Under the right conditions,
and with the right temperature...

even solid matter, the human body
can be vaporized in a split second.

That's not very long. Batman,
I feel like I'm evaporating right now!

As far as Mr. Freeze is concerned, you are.

Well, the tube
is completely frost covered, so...

- Darling...
- This is no time to get cold feet, Glacia.

The countdown's over, time for blast-off!

Ah.

They're gone.

Of course they're gone.

And all the frosting
in the tube with them!

One moment Masked Meddlers,
the next moment Cold Crepes!

Pumped like any other freezing mixture
right into the ice rink upstairs!

Speaking of ice, boss,
what about their Professor lsaacson?

Take him out of the Quick Freezer
once again, Boys.

Let's see if we're making
headway in that department.

Well, professor.

I'm sure your native Iceland
seldom has a temperature...

as low as that in my Quick Freezer.

What's the temperature?

- Two hundred degrees below zero.
- Two hundred degrees below zero.

I admit it was cool.

You think you could remember a little more
of your secret formula now?

I don't know, I... I think you've frozen
my memory, as well as me.

Well, then perhaps another injection
of dry ice might help?

Not that again, please, please, please.
I'll... I'll try.

- I'll try.
- All right, come on.

They're double-crossers, all of them.

Bruce Wayne, Batman, Robin.

I wouldn't blame Mr. Wayne, darling,
I'm sure he's a man of his word.

- When I met him earlier tonight...
- You met him earlier? Where?

He came backstage before the performance.

- Alone?
- No, he had Mrs. Harriet Cooper with him.

A charming lady.
If only she hadn't picked up my...

Picked up what, Glacia?
Picked up what?

My compact.

So that's what was happening when all
the time I thought this was broken!

You know what you've done, don't you?

I didn't do anything.

I said it was a little music box.

Some music box, it sang a song
of underground hideouts...

beneath ice skating rinks.

Bruce Wayne is no idiot, I'm sure
he's worked out some clever scheme...

so that Batman and Robin can bring the
professor back without paying any ransom.

- Well, it didn't work.
- No.

But if Bruce Wayne knows where I am,
so does the police.

- And if the departed duo don't return...
- Well, I told you not to vaporize them.

There's plenty of ice in the
ice rink already.

Yes, there's plenty, and far safer
ice floating in Gotham Harbor!

Frosty, Chillbrain!

Take the professor back to the ice wagon.

We are going in the ice sub
to the hideout in Gotham Harbor.

Where I'll demand a far greater ransom
from the professor...

or else I'll destroy
all of Gotham City!

What about Asoulda? You know your
seal, she's never come back.

We'll just have to sacrifice Asoulda.

Just another expendable seal.
Take him.

- Come on, Glacia.
- But, darling...

what about the ice revue
and my famous Waltzing arabesque?

Glacia, take your choice.
Your career or me.

I have no choice, darling.

NARRATOR". But what's this?
Something stirring in the seal house...

when we know Asoulda's in a bathtub
at Police Headquarters?

The es-Caped Crusaders?

It's a cold fact all right.

Holy escape hatch.

Yes, Robin, most refrigeration systems
as large as this one...

in the Bruce Wayne Ice Arena
have emergency exits.

It's lucky you remembered the one
behind that vaporizing tube when you did.

You're seldom wrong, old chum, but a
split second is longer than you realize.

Long enough for Mr. Freeze
so that he split too, I see.

Not without taking
Professor lsaacson with him...

and his frosty confederates
and Emma Strunk.

- You mean, Glacia Glaze?
- No, Robin, Emma Strunk.

No, you mean Glacia Glaze.

No, Emma Strunk. Glacia Glaze
is far too charming a pseudonym...

for one of her chilling corruption.

- To the Bat Cave?
- And up the Bat Poles.

The Bat Poles?

Even crime fighters need
their sleep, Robin.

While those crooks just stay away from us?

Don't worry, Robin, Mr. Freeze will be
frozen in his tracks...

before we're through with him. Let's go.

But what's this?
On the dawn of a new day...

not just one iceberg, but a sea
of icebergs off Gotham City Harbor.

- How we doing, boss?
- Fine, boys.

Our ice magnets
have attracted every iceberg...

from the South Pole
to the Arctic Circle.

Now no one will be able
to tell which is our iceberg.

Now, professor, how are you doing?

I'm done. Here's my secret formula.
As nearly as I can remember it.

How does this work?

How does what work?

- How does this formula work?
- I don't know how it works.

I worked out the formula,
but I never did work out how it works.

You...

Darling.

Aren't you being a little rough
on poor Professor lsaacson?

Poor Professor lsaacson will become
rich Professor lsaacson, Glacia.

If we can put his secret formula to use
for our own gains, we'll all be rich.

The world will be yours, Glacia.

- Mine.
- Of course, don't you see the potential?

The Kremlin will be
a cold water flat in a second.

The White House an icebox.

We would control everything
from cold cream to cold wars...

and all the lovely ice in the world
will sparkle on your fingers...

and dangle from your ears.
- You mean ice like in diamonds, darling?

No, Glacia, I mean ice like in icing.

That secret formula will be
the frosting on the cake...

and the cake will be the universe.

Well, then, professor...

Go, Glacia, go.

Yes, Governor Stonefellow?

Yes, Governor Stonefellow?

Yes, Governor Stonefellow.

- A little problem, commissioner?
- A little problem? Ha!

Everything that has happened before,
Chief O'Hara...

everything that happened
yesterday, last night.

The near disaster to the Gotham Queen.

The apparent kidnapping of Glacia Glaze.

The astounding buildup of icebergs
outside Gotham Harbor.

Even the strange disappearance
of the Caped Crusaders themselves.

- Ha, ha. Insignificant, trivial, paltry.
- It is?

- Peanuts, popcorn, a pinch of snuff.
- It is?

Child's play, a brass farthing.

Uh, it is, commissioner?

Compared to the word just received
from the nation's capital.

The Chief Executive was just beginning
an address...

to Congress. When he looked
at his teleprompter...

what do you think he saw?

- His speech.
- No.

In some diabolical way, perhaps a
thermodynamic ice ray beam of some kind...

his speech on the teleprompter
had become frozen.

And in its place was a message
from Mr. Freeze.

Bless me suspender buttons.

Saying that this city,
this state, this country...

would be returned to the Ice Age
in a matter of moments...

Unless we capitulated to all
his demands, at once.

Uh, well, what are his demands?

Oh, that's just it, Chief O'Hara,
he said to prepare ourselves...

for a little sample
of what he had in mind.

And then prepare to pay.

Well, where did they think that this, uh...

thermodynamic ice gizmo
was being beamed from?

One of the hundreds of icebergs
now lying off Gotham Harbor.

Well, what about the Coast Guard,
the... The Ice Patrol?

Understaffed, overworked.

There must be some solution.

The solution, as always, rests in hands
other than ours, Chief O'Hara.

Oh, Batman, wherefore art thou?

Whereforever he are,
commissioner, he heard you.

Yes!

Yes, Batman?

I probably should have checked in earlier,
commissioner, but we had a busy night.

- Mr. Freeze escaped us.
- I am aware of that, Batman.

But we'll now use every means
at our command...

and there are many,
to track him down.

Well, hurry, Batman, hurry,
time now belongs to Mr. Freeze.

It no longer belongs to us.

But so does the Thermodynamic Ice Ray Beam
constructed in his icy Noah's Ark...

under the direction
of Professor lsaacson.

You are a genius
to have made this, professor.

Out of the odds and ends in this iceberg.

Genius, Miss Glaze, is the talent
of a man who is dead.

And the Ice Ray Beam isn't dead.

Now to give Gotham City
a small sample of how it works.

NARRATOR".
And how it works.

Frozen assets, frozen pipes...

frozen waste.

Even in the Bat Cave.

Holy chill blades, look
at the Batcomputer, Batman.

I am, old chum, I am.

Frozen to its very marrow.

- But how, why?
- No doubt, Mr. Freeze is up to another...

diabolical thermodynamic experiment...

At the risk of sending cold shivers
down your back, sir...

Mrs. Cooper has just heard
a most chilling morning broadcast.

Say no more, Alfred.

Yes, Batman?

Arrange a broadcast to
Mr. Freeze, commissioner.

Tell him... Tell him we await his demands
whatever they are.

In the meantime, is that seal still in the
bathtub in Police Headquarters?

Yeah, flipping merrily away.

Good. Do you have the Seal Bat Signal
I gave you?

The small echoing seal pulsator?

Uh, yes, Batman, it's right here.

Excellent. Attach it to one
of the seal's flippers.

Then release the seal in Gotham Harbor.

No doubt it will home
for Mr. Freeze's iceberg...

and we'll pick up
its wavelength in the Batcopter.

Right, Batman.

Picked up the seal's pulsator yet, Batman?

We're still over land, Robin,
and a seal is an aquatic marine mammal.

Gosh, yes, Batman, I forgot.

Anything now?

I think I got a slight blip
from the Seal Bat Signal.

Asoulda seems to be heading
through Gotham Narrows.

NARRATOR".
Meanwhile, in his refrigerated refuge...

Mr. Freeze and his frosty flunkies
work out...

Our demands.

Can you think of anything else?

The, the part I like, boss, is that
complete guarantee of immunity.

The part I like is
all that ice like in diamonds.

Fifty million dollars is not
to be sneezed at.

Though of course, I never catch cold.

Aren't you skating on thin ice?
How do you expect payment to be made?

By Batman and Robin, of course.

Frosty, you seem to forget,
the Dynamic Duo are now defunct.

Oh, that's right, part of an ice rink.

I guess we can call them now,
the Vaporized Vanquishers, eh?

Eh, boss?

That's not bad, Frosty.
"Vaporized Vanquishers."

That's not bad.

Now where's the seal, Batman?

Heading to the iceberg
in that floating mass ahead of us.

Take a look.

Holy polar ice sheet.

We'll drop down but I don't think
we can land on it.

You'd better inflate the Bat Pontoons.

Check the compass and advise
Commissioner Gordon of our location.

He and his men may have to come out by
Coast Guard icebreaker.

Ready, old chum?

- You bet.
- Here we go.

What do you mean the Coast Guard
doesn't have an icebreaker?

We've never needed one, commissioner.

With Gotham Harbor completely blocked
by icebergs...

wouldn't you say we needed one now?

Uh, I don't know where
I could put my finger on one.

Well, put your finger on one,
I don't care where.

What's that?

My parker, commissioner. Here's yours.

That's P-A-R-K-A, Chief O'Hara.

It's a hooded Siberian and Alaskan
outer garment.

Well, I'm no hooded Siberian,
but, how do I look?

In this particular case it isn't
appearance that counts, Chief O'Hara.

And you needn't have put it on
until you get aboard the icebreaker.

If you go aboard the icebreaker.

Just trying it on for size.

Ahem, Bonnie, please call
my daughter Barbara at college...

ask her to take a later plane.

I wanna meet her of course,
but I have some cool facts...

to face before I get to the airport.

Uh, okay, Nanook, let's go.

Hey, boss, look who's in here. Asoulda.

Asoulda.

I told you she was a homing seal.

Homing? Homing?

Darling, what's the matter?

This could be some kind of trick.

It is some kind of a trick.

The Batcopter's landed
just outside the iceberg.

The Batcopter?

Yes, Glacia, but please,
don't ask questions which I can't answer.

Frosty. Frosty, Chillbrain,
activate the ice magnets.

We'll pull that Batcopter
right into the iceberg.

Just the way we did the Gotham Queen.

I doubt that, Mr. Freeze.

Salvation.

How did you keep from being vaporized?

How did you land outside the iceberg
and get on it without me seeing you?

How did you find the entrance
to the ice ladders?

Oh, darling, stop spitting ice cubes.

It was really quite simple,
Mr. Freeze, thanks to ingenuity...

your homing seal, our Ice Batarangs
and our Ice Bat Ropes.

And our Reverse Thermal Bat Lozenges.

So you see, Mr. Freeze,
you're the one who's on ice.

The gun.

Ah-ah. Didn't you learn last night that
your freeze gun has no effect on us?

Not with our super-thermalized
Bat Skivvies under our regular clothes.

Icemen, to the attack.

Put them on ice! Ice!

Put them on ice. No, you fool,
get back into the battle.

Glacia, I'm getting out of here...

even though normal temperature
may mean my death in spite of my collar.

Maybe not your death, Mr. Freeze, but at
least a good long cooling off period.

In our local Siberia.
Take him away, Officer Sherman.

- Don't touch the dials.
- Darling.

- Her too, Batman?
- I'm afraid so, commissioner.

- Emma Strunk is as guilty as the rest of them.
- Emma Strunk?

I'm Glacia Glaze, Batman.

To the world of the rich and renowned,
such as millionaire Bruce Wayne...

you may be known as Glacia Glaze.

But to the world of the crime fighter
you're known as Emma Strunk.

Batman, if ever you see Mr. Wayne...

and he asks about me and Mr. Freeze...

would you tell him something
Rabelais once said?

Rabelais, of course.

"To each his own, as the woman said
when she kissed her cow."

- All right, all right.
- Well, Batman, you've done it again.

I don't know how to begin to express
Gotham City's thanks.

In this case, Gotham City owes most of its
thanks to a certain homing seal.

- Gosh, yes.
- Asoulda.

In fact, she deserves more than thanks,
she deserves a special reward.

Where'd you get a live fish, Batman?

A true crime fighter always carries everything
he needs in his utility belt, Robin.

Bruce, Christmas sure came early this year.

Yes, it did, Dick, thanks to Aunt Harriet.

I don't know how you
constructed this playroom...

as a surprise
without us knowing about it, Aunt Harriet.

Or this slot car raceway.
It's the coolest, Aunt Harriet.

Well, Alfred was a big help.

And speaking of cool, Dick, can you
guess what I've named my car?

- What?
- Glacia Glaze.

And I think it's the prettiest car
on the raceway.

That's a good reason, Aunt Harriet.
I've named mine Emma Strunk.

- Emma Strunk.
- For purely personal reasons, Aunt Harriet.

- What about you, Dick?
- I think I'll call mine Asoulda.

How Wagnerian, Dick. Romantic.

Alfred, what did you name your car?

Mine seems to have run
into a bit of trouble, Madam.

So, uh, I think I'll call it Mr. Freeze.

Mercy alive, that terrible man.

When I think of all the trouble he caused
and the problems so many people have.

Like you, Bruce,
with your Wayne Foundation...

and you, Dick,
with that essay on the glaciers.

My, I'm just so glad that
I thought of this playroom.

And this slot car raceway.

Yes, Aunt Harriet, at least for a little
while we can forget our worries. Ah!

And have some fun.