All language subtitles for Batman T.A.S - S01 E01 - The Cat and The Claw, Part 1 (1080p - BluRay)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(LOUD SNORES)

Now, Isis, my sweet.

(YAWNS)

Perfect, my love.

Let's go home.

So, our new cat
burglar is a woman.

Hmm. Probably my imagination.

Probably not.

(YOWL5)

(HISSING)

Magnificent.

I suggest you save the
flattery for the judge.

So long, Dark Knight.

BATMAN: Drop in anytime.

(YOWL5)

You're too kind.

(YELLS)

(HISSES)

Hey!

I'll have to try and
trim those claws.

(GRUNTS)

- (TIRES SCREECH)
- (YOWLS)

No!

Left you behind, did she?

(INAUDIBLE)

(MEOWS)

(WHISTLES)

Thanks for the memento.

Next,
we'll be auctioning off a date

with Gotham's most
eligible bachelor,

- Mr. Bruce Wayne!
- (CROWD MURMURING)

Uh, if Mr. Wayne would be
good enough to step up.

Now, now, don't be shy.

Ah, there he is.

- Oh, Bruce!
- I'm so happy to see you.

Where've you been?

- You look handsome.
- You look wonderful.

Ooh! Have I missed you.

I've been pinching
my pennies for you.

Uh... Excuse me, ladies.

Remember,
we've got lots of animals to save,

so we're going to start
the bidding at $500.

- Five hundred.
- Six hundred.

We have six. Do I hear seven?

- Seven hundred.
- Eight.

One thousand.

Well, well.

That's 1,000.

Going once, going twice...

SELINA: $10,000.

(PEOPLE GASPING)

(CROWD WHISPERING)

Uh, do I hear any more bids?

Then sold, for $10,000, to...

Ms. Selina Kyle.

Oh, wow.

I've never seen her before.

Rumor has it she's
a wildlife nut.

She's supposed to be sponsoring a
mountain lion preserve outside Gotham.

It's a pleasure.

Thank you.

(WOMAN CLEARS THROAT)

Uh, Mr. Wayne,
my secretary, Maven.

How do you do?

Uh... Please. "Bruce."

I'm very flattered.

Please understand,
it's purely for the animals, Mr. Wayne.

You're off the hook.

But you're not.

I beg your pardon?

You bought a date,

and I'm honor-bound,
and delighted to deliver.

I warn you,
I'm not a man who gives up easily.

All right. Lunch, then.

(GUNSHOTS)

(POLICE SIRENS BLARING)

I wonder what's going on.

Oh! Where'd he go?

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(SIRENS APPROACHING)

Watch yourselves, men.
These guys are crazy.

- Thanks, friend.
- BATMAN: What's going down?

This morning,
I get a warning from the Feds.

Red Claw is in Gotham.

Now, this.

- Any leads?
- Nothing.

Red Claw is the most ruthless
terrorist leader in the world.

And we don't even have
a picture of the guy.

I'll see what I
can do from my end.

Good. There's no telling
what they're up to.

Nothing is safe with
these savages in town.

Aren't you even a little
excited about your date?

I mean, Bruce Wayne is tall,
dark and disgustingly rich.

I'd rather it were Batman.

(SIGHS)

You should have seen him, Maven.

He had the eyes of a lion.

(DOORBELL BUZZES)

Yes?

MAN: A Mr. Bruce Wayne
is on his way up.

Here we go.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Come on, Senna,
at mast he's a good connection.

You might be able to use him.

- Hello?
- SELINA: Yes, I know.

I suppose you're right.

Still, I wish it were Batman
standing behind this door.

Bruce, how wonderful to see you.

Please, come in.

You're even more
stunning than I remember.

I'll just put these
in some water.

Selina, it's your lawyer.

He says the deal is off.

What?

Give me that.

Martin, what happened?

That's ridiculous.
You tell him I want to meet with him!

No, today! He can't sell to Multigon!
We had an agreement!

- Uh, nice flowers.
- What's going on?

Selina was negotiating for
land for a wildlife preserve.

Some cartel just muscled
her out of the deal.

SELINA: What do you mean
he won't take your calls?

You go there,
and kick down the door if you have to!

I want that land for
the mountain lions.

(SIGHS WEARILY)

I'm afraid I'm not going
to be very good company.

- Is there anything I can do?
- Not really.

Unless you can get me a meeting

with the chairman of
Multigon International.

What time's good for you?

Hey,
I'm starting to like this guy.

Really, Wayne,
I do wish there was something

I could do for you and
your lovely friend,

but the deal is quite set.

(PLAYING TUNE)

You see, we're committed
to building a major resort.

Golf course, tennis courts,

bocce ball, the whole shot.

Thafsinsane!

The land is in the middle of nowhere.
It's worthless except to wildcats.

My dear, you just don't
understand development potential.

As for the cats,

Multigon will take care of them.

One way or another.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I've given you all
the time I can spare.

Oh, you'll find more time for
me, Mr. Stern!

Before I'm through,
I'll have every environmental group

and animal rights activist
breathing down your neck.

They'll be looking at you,
and your project, so closely,

you'll feel like a
bug in a bell jar.

Have a nice day.

I'm afraid that Selina
Kyle may be trouble.

We've come too far to
have our plans jeopardized

by some environmental fanatic.

Have someone keep an eye on Ms.
Kyle.

I'm afraid I wasn't
much help after all.

Well, at least now I know
what their cover story is.

You know,
it's awfully late for lunch.

Would you mind if I took
a rain check on our date?

Please?

Okay.

- Tomorrow?
- Thanks.

That'll give me time to take
care of some business tonight.

Actually,
I plan to work late myself.

And so, boys,

we got to increase our cut
in the gambling operations.

Anybody got a problem with that?

(GASPS)

(GRUNTS)

Back off, boys.

I want a word with your boss.

But you can listen.

What do you want?

What do you know about Red Claw?

Why are you asking us?
We're no terrorists.

You're still scum.

And you hear things I don't.

I want Red Claw.

And until I get him,

I'm going to lean extra hard on
you, and all the other mob bosses.

If you think I've been
bad news before...

I get the picture.
I'll see what I can do.

If Stern won't admit
what's going on,

we'll have to find
out for ourselves.

Despite our loss of arms,

thanks to Batman's interference,

we're going to proceed
according to plan.

(DOOR OPENS)

Tomorrow at 2300 hours,

a train under military escort
will pass through Gotham.

It will be transporting
a strain of viral plague

that Interpol confiscated
from our eastern laboratories.

I cannot overemphasize the importance
of that plague to our cause.

CATWOMAN: All clear?

(MEOWS)

I believe Beethoven's Ode
to Joy will do the trick.

(PLAYING TUNE)

Remind me to thank Mama
for the piano lessons.

(CONTINUES PLAYING TUNE)

(MEOWS)

(YOWL5)

Outstanding.

We'll hit the train outside the
city, at this point.

(ALARMS BEEPING)

What is that?

A cat at the end
of its nine lives.

Let's go.

(MEOWING)

All right, I'm done.

(DOOR RATTLES)

She's in the ventilation system.

I think we're in over our heads.

Ow! Ow; OW!

Ah!

(MEOWS LOUDLY)

CATWOMAN: Detour.

THUG: She's down here! Hurry!

Going UP-

Hang on, Isis.

Isis, jump!

(SCREAMS)

My hero.

That was for saving my cat.

Is that all it was for?

- Maybe not.
- I heard gunfire.

Occupational hazard.

No.

Let's keep the mystery.

If I don't unmask
you, the police will.

Police?

Don't be silly.

You can't deny there's
something between us.

You're right.

And I'm afraid it's the law.

I'm sorry.

Never trifle with the
affections of a woman.

Until next time.

And there will be a next time.

(RUSTLING)

Oh. Tough night?

It had its ups and downs.

But I did get pictures of
the fun family-resort site.

It looks like
there's some kind of

abandoned military
facility, underground.

Very interesting.

(OVER HEADPHONES) We may save
those mountain lions yet.

But who is going to save you?

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

English - SDH