All language subtitles for Beware.the.Batman.S01E03.Tests.1080p.BluRay.x264-DEiMOS

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Beware the Batman...

Tatsu is more than capable of being
your bodyguard and your driver.

Test her, you'll see.

Let the tests begin.

- Yo, watch it, Junkyard.
- What's your problem Daedalus?

I'm just expressing my artistic self.

Serves old man Castle right for not
appreciating artists of our caliber.

Down with creative oppression!

This is justice.

No. I am justice.

- Bat-man...
- Take him, it's two against one.

Let's see how tough you
are when you're blind, Bat.

Aren't bats already blind?

You boys might
want to find another career.

I don't think art is going to pan out.

Say hi to Gotham PD for me.
Have a nice night.

Dang, the cops are totally
going to jack us for this!

They certainly
would, if they catch you.

Look man, Batman already worked us.

Go do your hero thing on someone else.

Oh, I'm no hero.
I'm a fan.

I've been watching you for some time.

Daedalus your authority
challenging street art

shows enormous promise.

It does?
I mean, yeah, duh.

And you Junkyard dog, your
knack for sculptural destruction,

I find... inspiring.

I see genius in you both.
I want to be your patron.

Consider this, my first
donation to your art.

Dude, who are you?

Call me... Anarky.

Major, your boss has
one serious workout room.

Mr. Wayne insists on the best.

And he can afford it.
Well?

Had you been paying
attention, you'd have to admit

she handled the obstacles
almost as well as Batman.

So would an Olympic gymnast.

But I don't need one to
drive me around or protect me.

It's your move.

Tatsu just passed an impressive test,

like it or not, you need an assistant.

When I was training in Asia, every dojo
I attended had a different requirement...

skill, character, endurance.

Every test had to be passed
before I was accepted.

I don't even know why we bother
playing this game, you never lose.

Because you keep me sharp.

As for Ms. Yamashiro,

it's going to take more than
an agility test to convince me.

Ms. Yamashiro, this is Bruce Wayne,

could you please meet
me in the trophy room?

Mr. Wayne, you wanted to see me?

This job just got interesting.

What are you hiding, Mr. Wayne?

You sure this is the
place Anarky said to go?

Didn't we get booted
from this gallery once?

Yeah, but that was before we were

reconstituted with new artistic tools.

Yo, we heard you uptown losers are
always looking for the next big thing.

Well, get a load of
our street art, Hommies.

Welcome, Gotham City,
to the art of destruction.

First hardware
stores, now civilians.

Congratulations,
you've got my attention.

We're just expressing
ourselves, Bat dude.

Why do you have to be hating on our art.

- Hey watch it man.
- Sorry!

Yes, you are.

You're all over the news.

Quite a mess. Anyone we know?

Dumber and dumber
from the other night.

I, eh, blended up your dinner.
Assuming we'd be working late.

This pair seems... a bit deficient
for this type of destruction.

Agreed. They're working with
someone. Do a background.

Who they might have come in
contact with.

Get this analyzed. Probably
came off their shoes.

Might give us something.

From Cold War warrior to analyzer of
sneaker goo. I've never been prouder.

You have a very
quiet footstep, Mr. Wayne.

As do you, Ms. Yamashiro.

And judging from your home gym,
you have a killer exercise routine.

I saw you in there.

You live up to Alfred's
glowing recommendation.

Look, I know you don't think I am
necessary, but let me assure you.

I always take my work very
seriously. So, please...

- keep an open mind.
- I always do.

What's the world coming to, Dude?

When artists like us are in prison?

Ouch!

"Look out the window."

Cool!

Hello, boys.

Mr. Anarky, dude, we were
gonna come looking for you.

- Yeah, but Bat-dork...
- No apologies necessary.

Despite his claims of free agency,

Batman is clearly a tool of order.

- Exactly!
- Yeah!

- Tool!
- Yeah!

I, on the other hand
will fight against order

for total unleashed
freedom at any price.

It's a patron's responsibility
to make sure his artists

are suitably equipped.

Merry Christmas.

Your dimwitted duo have made quite a
name for themselves on Gotham's art scene.

Booted from every gallery in town.

Up until now though
they're only real crime

has been a serious lack of talent.

This supports the theory that
they're working with someone.

Anything from my "Goo" analysis?

Antiquated machine
lubricant barely in use now.

It's what I found in the lubricant
that's really interesting.

A very rare pollen from the
Fritillaria Meleagris plant,

better known as the Chess Flower.
Someone's playing a game, Alfred.

- And our two budding Van Goghs?
- Are the pawns.

Computer, video feeds from
Gotham PD CCTV surveillance system

There.

The Bat mobile is
prepped and ready for you.

Change of plans, Alfred.
Tonight, you drive.

This is the only way to tag.

Whoo-hoo! I can't
believe how before I used

to sculpt thing with my hands.
Stupid hands.

I don't care if he is Batman.

He can't push us around.
Not anymore.

And I actually thought he was
gonna let me really drive for once.

Ah, bother, I might as well try
them all and hope for the best.

- Run!
- Get to the rendezvous point.

Impressive.

Thank you.

Batman! But you're...

Don't hurt your brain
trying to understand.

I want you conscious
when I take you down.

Bravo!

I believe this game
just got interesting.

A secret elevator to a private library.

Not only dies this guy have too much

time and too much
money, he's a geek too!

What's so interesting about
Gotham's wheelhouse, Mr. Wayne?

Well done.

I'm so gratified you
understand the game.

This isn't a game.
In that gear, those two are dangerous.

It's a miracle bystanders weren't hurt.

Oh, I would have been fine with that.

It's the sort of random action
that makes me the better player.

You, the black king, representing order,

and I, the white king...
well, I'm Anarky.

I'm not going to play your game, Anarky.

Oh, but you must, I've searched
so long for a worthy opponent.

Someday, they'll write
songs about our struggle.

You, fighting for order and peace.

Me, for chaos and destruction!

That was just to get your attention.

- The real bombs...
- Are on the Gondolas,

set to explode as
they cross one another.

- How did you know?
- It's the obvious move.

Ouch.

Regardless, there's
only time enough for you

to deactivate one of the
bombs before they cross.

Those poor people on the other tram.

No!

Stop them from moving,
instant detonation.

A dead man's switch.

Of course, I let go... boom!

Boss!
Batman is right behind us, he's...

Oh, dang!

These two will stay and
slow you down even more.

I know you love a challenge.

Not such an obvious move now, is it?

I'll be watching, Batman.
I hope you can do it.

I've wanted a real opponent for so long.

We were just trying
to express ourselves.

So am I.

Alfred, I need schematics of the Gotham
City sky tram fed in to my goggles.

Uploading now.

You realize as soon as the
trams are within magnetic range...

The bombs detonate.

But if I divert the
trigger magnet's pull...

The circuit won't close.
No explosion.

Congratulations!

You countered my move!

- You passed the test.
- It wasn't much of a test.

You have no idea what an honor
it is to be chosen as my enemy!

It's a really big deal!

I thought I'd found an
opponent to match wits with,

but you're just another
lunatic in a costume.

Madness is the more interesting choice.

- Logic and order are so predictable.
- Unless...

I make a logical decision
to do something insane.

What!
Why didn't it explode?

Frequency jamming disk.
Unpredictable enough for you?

And what of our two
unfortunate, misunderstood artists?

They're in Lieutenant
Gordon's hands now.

They'll be wishing they were
back in mine soon enough.

That's right, arrest me.

Just going to make my art more valuable.

Worked for Michelangelo.

Dude, did you ever stop to
think, you're not talented?

Man, whatever!

Hmm, impressive.

So, Ms. Yamashiro, you passed my test.

Well done.
Perhaps I judged you too quickly.

Or perhaps you just got lucky.
We'll see.