All language subtitles for Darkwing Duck (1991) - S01E07 - Dirty Money (480p DVD x265 Ghost)_track4_[eng]

♪ Daring duck of mystery

♪ Champion of right

♪ Swoops out of the shadows

♪ Darkwing owns the night

♪ Somewhere
some villain schemes

♪ But his number's up

♪ 3-2-1

♪ Darkwing Duck

♪ When there's trouble,
you call DW

♪ Darkwing Duck

Let's get dangerous.

♪ Darkwing Duck

Darkwing...
duck!

♪ Cloud of smoke
and he appears

♪ A master of surprise

♪ Who's that
cunning mind behind

♪ That shadowy disguise?

♪ Nobody knows for sure

♪ Bad guys are out of luck

♪ 'Cause here comes

♪ Darkwing Duck
Look out!

♪ When there's trouble,
you call DW

♪ Darkwing Duck

Let's get dangerous.

♪ Darkwing Duck

Better watch out,
you bad boys!

♪ Darkwing Duck ♪

I only hope that Darkwing Duck
received our signal.

I'm sure that his unique brand
of logic and deduction

will shed some light
on this case.

But, sir, I must detest.
He is not even an agent
of SHUSH.

He has absolutely no respect
for proper procedures.

He is completely
unpredictable.

(Darkwing) Precisely why
the criminal element fears me.

I am the terror
that flaps in the night.

I am the combination lock
on the vaults of justice.

I am Darkwing Duck!

(coughs)

Thank you for coming,
Darkwing.

We're in a spot
of trouble here.

Looks like another bank
has been cleaned out -

and I do mean clean.

Of course,
disorderly minds
such as yours

do not understand
the concept of cleanliness.

J. Gander seems to like
my disorderly mind.

Could it be that
your by-the-book brain
has come up blank again?

Ohh!
Ohh!

Gentlemen.

Some fiend has succeeded
in rubbing out

the entire nation's economy,
literally.

This paper was once
worth $10,000.

Now, without the ink,
it's worthless.

Without printed money,
the economy will self-destruct.

The country will be ripe
for the plucking.

As Chief Agent Grizzlikof
has been unsuccessful
in his investigations,

I thought
it was time to employ
your unique methods.

Probably tired
of counting on

a predictable
paper-pusher.

I'm sure you understand
the urgency.

Time is of the essence.

No problem.
I'll get right on it.

Uhh. Darkwing Duck is
on the job.

Gee, DW,
you're taking chances
teasing old Grizzly.

That guy picks his teeth
with a crowbar.

Forget that boneheaded bruin.

Grizzlikof can't see
past the fine print
in the SHUSH field manual.

I'll always be top duck
in J. Gander's book,

and that's the only book
that counts.

(growling)
(Hooter) Agent Grizzlikof,
have you seen my briefcase?

Hmm.

Cleaning crew
coming through.

Please, I have
some urgent matters
to attend to.

(vacuum whirring)

It's really
of the utmost importance.

You go right ahead,
Director Hooter.

I'll be through in a jiffy.

You won't even know I'm here.

Madam, that's quite enough.
You will leave immediately.

All right, just as soon
as I take out the trash.

Turn it off! Whoa!

(coughs)

Let me out!
You'll pay for this!

Do you have a progress report
on your mission, Agent Pine?

Ha! Sure do.
It's in the bag.

(cackles)

With SHUSH off my tail
and all the money scrubbed,

the banks will go
down the drain

like scum in a bathtub.

Then our economic experts
will move in to mop up.

Ha! I couldn't
put it better myself,
High Command. Pine out.

You'll hear from
official circles on this...

Keep it down, windfall.

♪ I got some heavy-duty
scrubbin' to do ♪

(cackling)

(Darkwing) I am the icky bug

that crawls
up your trouser leg.

I don't need an appointment,
for I am Darkwing Duck!

(woman coughs)
Um...
sorry about the smoke.

Once again
you ignore procedures
in favor of cheap theatrics.

It's what I do best.

Say, fuzzy,
should you be sitting
in J. Gander's desk?

I wouldn't think
your precious rule book
would allow that sort of thing.

For the moment,
it is my desk.

What are you talking about?

Director Hooter
has been kidnapped.

Wastebasket sparkling,
desk completely dust-free.

Microscopic scuff marks
indicate the use
of a vacuum apparatus.

(gasps)

Hooter has been Hoovered!

Obviously
by the villain who's behind
the money-laundering scheme.

I'll get right on it.
No!

There will be
no Darkwing Disaster

chasing after wild hunches
this time.

Don't give me that.
J. Gander put me
on the case himself.

An oversight.

The SHUSH manual states
no civilian is to be used
as an agent

unless he has passed
the standard proficiency test.

If you wish
to work on this case,

you will go by the book.
(crash)

And that's the only book
that counts.

This looks bad, DW.

No pictures.

I don't need it anyway.

No book can match
the experiences
I've lived through.

Perhaps we should begin.

The point
of this obstinate course

is to get
to the other side alive.

Ha! Child's play.

This isn't half as dangerous
as visiting my barber.

Ha! Is that the best
you can do, Grizzlikof?

(deep voice) I guess not.

So, he wants
to play nasty, eh?

Well, I'll show him
how tough I am,
even by the book.

The next task will be
an underwater endurance test.

Retrieve the microfilm
from the bottom of the pool.

With my knowledge
of Micronesian
breath control?

No problem.

(hyperventilating)

(snarling)

Aah! Back, back,
or I'll make a pair
of shoes out of you!

(gasps)
That was close.

Hey, closer
than you know.

(crocodile) Ahem.

Ow!

You have done better
than I expectorated.

Your final test
is a simple one.

Oh, really?
What am I supposed to do?

Pole-vault a skyscraper?
Juggle a battleship?

Play kazoo
with the philharmonic?

Just survive.

Good luck, DW.

So, uh,
when does the test begin?

Perhaps I am being
too soft.

Darkwing Duck
emerges once again,

singed but triumphant.

Singed but tri-

Singed but -

Sin-

Uh-oh.

I... better get a dustpan.

Ha! And Grizzlikof didn't think
I could qualify as an agent.

He thought his little test
would stop me.

But he didn't know
that Darkwing Duck
is made of iron,

with nerves of steel,
impervious to pain.

That's the old DW.
Yeow!

That hurts!
Don't do that.

I mean - ahem -
let's get on with the case.

According to the manual,
we're supposed to fill out

a D-11/6
destination disclosure form
before leaving headquarters.

How hard can
a simple little form be?

This is worse
than the obstacle course.

I can't believe these
SHUSH procedure forms.

Sorry, DW.
Those are just the forms

for permission
to fill out these forms.

Sleeping on SHUSH time?

No. Just going over
the fine print.

Because you have passed
all the required tests,

I am forced to assign you
to the mission.

Ha! It's about time.

Let's get dangerous.

No! There will be
no getting dangerous.

You will follow those orders
or be off the mission.

Fine, then we'll try it
your way.

(gasps)

(Darkwing)
I've seen more danger
in a day-care center.

This whole thing stinks.

What did you expect?
This is a diaper truck.

I should be running
this operation,

not wasting my time
baby-sitting a bank
in a diaper truck.

(sucks) I don't know.
I find it kind of relaxing.

(tires squeal)

Here we go.

Time to remove a little
ring-around-the-dollar.

(Darkwing) Of course.
I should have known.

It's Ammonia Pine.
Who?

She was a cleaning lady
at a research lab

until an accident
with an experimental
bathroom disinfectant.

The fumes twisted her

into the Mrs. Hyde
of the cleaning world.

Now she scrubs for FOWL.

Let's move.
Wait, DW.

Says here in the manual
we're supposed to call
headquarters first.

What? So I can
spend the night
filling out forms?

This is our chance
to rescue J. Gander.

I say it's time to put Ammonia
through the rinse cycle.

Oops.

Darkwing Duck.

Eh, just one more
stubborn stain
to wipe out.

Eat soap, hero.

(both sputter)

Oh, yeah?

Well, suck gas,
evildoer.
(cackles)

Now there's
an impressive weapon.

(yawns)
Well, time to turn in.

(snoring)

Here, honey, let me show ya
some real firepower.

(cackles)

Well, I guess
that proves hot air rises.

Come on, LP.
Rise and shine.

H-huh? Hey,
what are we doin' up here?

Don't you get it?
We're trapped!

Our only hope is
that this bubble doesn't pop
before we reach the river.

No problemo.
This baby seems plenty strong.

(pop)
Whoops.

(both screaming)

(both screaming)

Grab on, Launchpad!

We're too heavy!

I'll try to steer
for the river.

(fabric tearing)

(gulps)

(both) Whoa-oa-oa-oa-oa!

Whoa!

(both) Aaaah!

That wasn't so bad.

Nothing like
a steel-belted radial
when you need to stop.

(squeaking)

Uh...

Not one word.
Just get me out.

I don't know.

Maybe we should get
the opinion of a chiropractor.

Or at least a plumber.

(tires squeal)

What kind of bubble brains
do you have for agents, anyway?

Don't they realize
I could scrub you out

like a bathtub ring?

My agents have orders
to do whatever is necessary

to bring you to justice.

Look, hon, if I can't
use you as a hostage,

then you're
just one more little stain

waitin' to be wiped out.

You're quite mad,
you know.

Maybe.

But I'm tidy.

(cackles)

If not for you,
Director Hooter would be safe

and Ammonia Pine
would be under arrest.

You will look me in the eye
when I am speaking to you.

(coughs)

There wasn't time!

Besides,
I'm used to working alone,

not with a bunch
of SHUSH gorillas.

Then you will be happy
to learn

it will no longer
be a problem.
Finally.

I am exterminating
your present and future
association with SHUSH.

If you interfere
with this case in any way,

you will be sent
for prison!

Have a nice day.

Like it really hurts,
being kicked out of
the SHUSH goon squad.

Helping 'em out
was always a pain anyway.

But we didn't even get
a goin'-away party.

If J. Gander wasn't
in danger,

I'd just walk away
from the whole mess.

(sighs)

If only I knew
where to start.

(whimpers)

Launchpad,
there's a bill on your bill.

It's money!

More precisely,
the ink from money.

Launchpad, where did you
get this rag?

Uh, uh, the city dump,
after our crash-landing.

Then that's our first stop.
They should know where
it came from.

Now, let's get dangerous.

No doubt about it,
this is Ammonia's hideout.

(High Command)
Congratulations, Pine.

Now that you're finished
cleaning out that sector,

we can begin
taking control of the banks
and financial institutions.

Thanks, High Command.
But what about old
sourpuss Hooter?

He is entirely
at your disposal
for disposal.

Consider it a perk.

This mud-wringer
used to be on the roof,

a symbol of cleanliness
to inspire the city.

The fools junked it
when they modernized
the factory,

but I saved it,
even made it work.

It's just the thing

to squeeze out
unwanted sludge.

(grunts)

Oh, just relax
and enjoy the show.

It's wash time.

All right, Launchpad.

Time for our
patented Darkwing Duck
nerve-racking entrance.

Smoke bomb ready?

That's a check
and double-check, DW.

Then let's get danger-
Whoa!

I warned you
not to interfere, Duck.

Now you are going
to prison.

There's no time
for this nonsense.
J. Gander is -

A good agent always has time
to do it by the book.

(muffled speech)

(muffled speech)

J. Gander's down there,
you dope.

(growls)

If this is one of your tricks,
I will...

(muffled speech)

(muffled speech)
(sighs)

Nice of you to drop in,
Agent Grizzlikof.

(muffled) I'm sorry.

Sorry, gents.

My work's done here,

so there's nothing left to do
except mop up.

(cackles)

Well, I gotta go, but maybe
you can give me a "wring"
sometime.

(cackles)
(wringer stops)

(Darkwing) I am the terror
that flaps in the night.

I am the pin
that will burst your bubble.

I am Darkwing Duck!

And this time, we're ready
for your sinister suds.

Ooh! I guess
I'd really be stumped

if I was going to
soap you again.

But I've been looking
for a chance to use my new toy.

Suck air, dust bunnies!

(cackles)

(both) Whoa!

Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa!

This is just like
my first flight.

In fact, all my flights.
Whoa!

Oof!

The SHUSH manual
can't help us now.

No. For once,
it's going to be
a lot of help.

The air's got nowhere to go.

I've gotta pull the plug.

(clang)

What, oh, what
have you done?

Everything is so... so...

(whines) dirty.

Yeah. And I never
pick up my bedroom,
either.

You'll pay for this,
Dirtwing.

You get J. Gander,
I'll handle Pine.

(clicks)

I won't let scum like you
stain my record.

Face it, Ammonia.
I'm scrubbing your mission.

Not so fast, toots.

You're playin'
in my bucket now.

Ha!

Oops.

En garde.

Have you out of there
in a sec, boys.
(muffled speech)

You're all washed up, Pine.

Your dullard dusting days
are done.

Don't count your bubbles
before they're popped.
(cackles)

I'll be seein' ya, Ducks.

No!

Bleah! (grunting)

Hmm?

I washed out this time,
but I'll be back
to shine again.

SHUSH and this entire country
is in your debt.

Once again,
your unpredictable methods
saved the day.

Not really, sir.

This time we...
did it by the book.

(growls)

♪ Darkwing Duck

♪ Darkwing Duck

♪ Darkwing Duck

♪ Darkwing Duck ♪