All language subtitles for Batman s01e30 While Gotham City Burns.eng

So far we have seen at the
dedication of a new bridge.

Murder.

And spotted in the crowd, that
sinister crook, The Bookworm.

Great Scott!

A Bookworm ploy.

A ruse to divert the Dynamic Duo

while a bomb was placed
in the Bat-mobile.

Bomb detected.

Ejected.

A clue. He was going
to blow up the bridge.

He did. he blew it up.
Into a giant photograph.

Like moths, our heroes
followed the light.

Into a Bat-trap.

Was this girl really a prisoner?

Was it a trick?

One way to find out.
Put her gently to sleep.

Spirit her into
the Bat-cave. Test her.

Counter plot. Pretend
we fall for her game.

The tricky girl
turned the tables.

And The Bookworm knew
just what to do with him.

Bind him to the clapper
of a giant bell.

Do not ask for whom
this bell tolls.

It tolls for Robin.

In just one minute,
a stroke of midnight doom.

A few minutes earlier,
even as Bookworm binds Robin

to the clapper of the giant bell

Batman races across Gotham City
in the opposite direction.

Hot on a trail
that's fatally false.

What's up, Chief O'Hara?

We've searched that hall
from cellar to weathervane.

Not a trace of The Bookworm.

- But how can that be?
- Oh, worse news, too, Batman.

You know that alley way
where you said

we'd find The Boy Wonder?

- A-guarding Bookworm's ma?
- Yes. Yes.

- Don't tell me!
- You guessed it.

Great heavens!

I better try to contact
Robin instantly

on the utility belt wavelength.

Robin.

Robin? Do you receive me?

Robin! Over.

The tricky devils.

They've turned the tables
and caught Robin.

I'll call headquarters.
Throw out the drag net.

No, wait a minute, Chief O'Hara.

Let me... turn my memory back.

"He strikes at midnight.."

she said.

But we know the Bookworm's
changed his plan.

Don't interrupt!

I'm trying to fathom
the sub-conscience

of a deadly criminal!

"He strikes at midnight."

A metaphor..

Suggests a clock.

A clock called He?

Of course!

And there's only one clock in
Gotham City that is called He.

Saints alive! Big Benjamin.

In the Wayne Memorial
clock tower.

And it fits in with the plan.

"Do not ask for whom
the bell tolls.

It tolls for thee."

You mean?

Exactly!

And if my surmise is correct..

The ghastly fate that
Bookworm planned for me

he's twisted to Robin.

Chief O'Hara, we haven't
one Big Benjamin second to lose!

Mere seconds before he strikes.

I'll shoot out the works.

Ah, didn't even dent it.

No time for a Bat-climb.

We have one last
desperate chance.

Help me setup
the Bat-zooka.

The lightning rod on top.

Fire!

Bullseye.

Second shot, the hands
of that clock.

Fire!

Mother McRee. Done it again.

Quickly. Now, to get the ends
of these two conductive lines.

What are you doing, Batman?

Attaching these lines
to the nuclear power source.

Both lines to
the positive terminal.

As you may recall from school

like charges of electricity
repel each other.

Now, to rev up
the power turbines.

I still don't get it, Batman.

Pray! Pray, Chief O'Hara..

That the clapper and the bell
will be positively charged.

And thus repel each other!

I hope so, Batman.
I hope so!

Funny, all I hear
is a nightingale.

Inconceivable, but true.

The precocious pest
has escaped us.

But how could he, Bookworm?

- How could he?
- How could he?

I can not conceive,
but from Gill Blas

translated by Tobias Smollett
book 10, chapter three..

Quote "Facts are
stubborn things." Unquote.

Now the fact is..

That our bats
have flown the belfry

unaccountably still squeaking.

Gee. And us, with our
super-crime not pulled yet.

Ha!

Do not fret, my sweet Lydia.
Oh, do not fret.

My brain drenched mind
has done it again.

A most delicious Bat-trap.

Mwah!

And in Wayne Manor, stately
home of millionaire Bruce Wayne

and his youthful
ward, Dick Grayson

the plot is about to take
a strange new twist.

Oh, what is it, Alfred?

It's a gentleman from
the book mobile service, madam.

Oh, how nice?
Bring him in.

This way, sir.

How do you do?

What do you recommend this week?

Something for reading
before going to sleep.

Oh, well, I believe you
will find this volume

extremely effective,
Mrs. Cooper.

Congressional record,
March 1919?

Oh, it's the illustrations,
Mrs. Cooper.

They are so picante.

Oh, you don't say.

Look, Alfred.

Hmm..

Oh.

Subject found to be member of..

Yes, Commissioner?

Uh, Bookworm has struck
again, Batman. Brazenly.

'Where?'

The mansion of millionaire,
Bruce Wayne.

He stole a single volume.

A priceless
first edition cookbook.

Well, is anyone in
the Wayne household hurt?

Fortunately, no one.

Goodbye, Commissioner,
I'll be at Wayne Manor

faster than anyone can imagine.

- That's not the only thing.
- 'What else?'

In the middle of the street
at Cedar and Fifth

there's been a sudden
monstrous apparition.

'The biggest cookbook
anyone ever saw.'

Goodbye, commissioner.

- Aunt Harriet and Alfred?
- They're not hurt, he said.

Our duty is to
the public. Let's go!

What a twisted scale of events.

Typical... of the frustrated
author Bookworm is.

Over plotting.

'Either the robbery
or a giant cookbook'

would have attracted
our attention.

Foolish amateur.

Has to try both.

Holy toad!

Back, everybody!

Back! Back!

Take cover at the side streets.

Take cover at the side streets!

The recipes in this book
could be explosive.

Stay back.

I bet it's hollow
inside, Batman.

We'll soon find out. Let's probe
it with our high energy radar.

Roger!

'Hollow, alright.'

Yes. Judging from
the rate of reflection

the cover contains
high tensile steel.

- Let's open it up, Batman.
- Right you are.

If the cover contains steel we
can do it from a safe distance

using the super powered
Bat-magnet.

Great.

- I'll work the power supply.
- Roger.

Bat-pull, 1200 pounds.

Make it a ton.

Oh, poor puny little bat-brains.

I bet they think
they opened that book.

But will they go in?

Of course, they'll go in.

In the words of the poet..

"Curiosity killed the bat."

Ordinary paper.

It must cover
the hollowed out part.

I wonder what's
on the menu inside.

Only one way to find out, Robin.

Let's take a bite.

Smells like soup.

Darn good soup.

Right you are.

Bat-soup.

'And in you go.'

Holy stew pot!

'Bookworm to Batman.'

He's got this place wired.

I'll bet he's watching
and listening, too.

Well, of course, I'm listening.

'Bookworm, what are you up to?'

It's a curious old recipe
I discovered

in the alchemist cookbook,
Vienna, dated 1534.

'How to steam a bat.'

I think he means it.

'Of course, I mean it,
Boy Wonder.'

'Watch now, while I turn up my
radio controlled double boiler.'

Double for Dynamic Duo.

'Cook well, my bat-eared
friends.

'While you are stewing down,
I shall be pulling off'

'the crime of the century with
the aid of your Bat-mobile.'

Happy juices.

Quick, let's fly.

Batman to Gotham City police.
Batman to Gotham City police.

Red alert. Red alert.
We're trapped inside a cookbook

at Fifth and Cedar. Red alert.

Do you receive me? Over.

No answer.

These high tensile steel walls

they're cutting down
our transmission.

I'll get out
my laser beam cutting torch.

Don't, Robin. No, no.
It would super heat the steam

and boil us in a split second.

Holy pressure cooker!

Only way to crack this thing
would be the Bat-beam

in the Bat-mobile
and Bookworm has it.

We even left the engine running.

'With all your might
and mane, men. Let's go!'

They'll never get to us in time.

There's only one hope.

- Well?
- We're getting nowhere, Chief.

Oh, harder,
fellas. Harder!

Oh, give me, give me
that sledge, here.

Sounds like steam in there.

Drats! That fine pair
of crime fighters

boiled in the entrails
of a monster cookbook.

Who could imagine
a more tragic end?

Batman to Bat-cave.

What's the use, Batman?

It's just possible our own
supersensitive antenna

may pick up the signal where
the police receivers could not.

Do you think Alfred's there?

He's a creature of well
disciplined habits.

It's his regular time
for dusting the Atomic Pyle.

Batman to Alfred. Batman
to Alfred. This is an emergency.

Might I be
of some assistance, sir?

Quick, Alfred. Point me
into the voice actuated circuit

of the master
anti-crime computer.

Certainly, sir.
At once, sir.

Bookworm to Bookmobile.

Bookworm to Bookmobile.
Do you read me?

'Devil to Bookworm.
I read you.'

Rendezvous. The rear
of the Morgan Bilt library.

Over and out.

The Morgan Bilt Library?

But that's uncrackable.

It's defied every burglar
in the country.

Yes. Yes, yes,
my sweet Lydia. Yes.

But they did not have
the use of the Bat-beam.

Plans and views. Folio, 369.

Operate, cross-read.

I'm weakening, Batman.

Hold on, Robin.

Hold on, hold on, I'm getting
the answer I expected.

Answer?

About the source of the steam.

Plans and views, cutout,
feedback circuit three, operate.

Who's the best
safe cracker in our files?

Uh, The Riddler.

Well, send a helicopter
to state penitentiary

and have him brought here.

- Yes..
- Alright, everybody down!

Go on! Get them down!

Ready? Fire!

Good grief!

We're too late.

Gone!

Consumed, I fear.

Totally consumed in this
diabolical hell's kitchen.

The Morgan Bilt Library.

Unparalleled repository
of literary treasures.

In an alley at the rear, there
are little foxes in the vines.

Directly ahead through that
wall, the air conditioned vault

containing treasures
beyond imagination.

Oh, some hall, alright.

Seven Gutenberg Bibles.

Eleven First Folio's
by William Shakespeare

Some wall, too.

Three feet of cement
over 18 inches of steel.

Ah, to the Bat-beam.

But what if something
goes wrong, Bookworm?

Oh, it won't,
it won't. It won't.

"Best laid plans
of mice and men."

I don't know where it's from.
But I know it's true.

Schemes. Schemes. Schemes.

"The best laid scheme.."

Robert Burns, "To a mouse",
stanza seven. Schemes.

You are graded C minus.

Now, for the Bat-beam.

Oh! Melting.

Fantastic.

My fine twisty worms, follow me.

They'll follow you, Bookworm.

Right back into the woodwork
of the prison carpenter shop.

- Impossible.
- How did they escape?

Thought you had us cooked, huh?

We escaped through
the manhole under your stove.

The one you used to introduce
your murderous steam pipe.

It's an old mistake, Bookworm.

'Armoring the walls but leaving
the floor unprotected.'

How did they discover
our objective?

Your talk in the Bat-mobile was
picked up by a secret mic.

It was relayed to us via
the automatic feedback circuit

in our Bat-cave.

- Let's clean house, Batman.
- Now, Robin.

Glasses off.

Alright. my fine twisty worms.

Attack!

Ho!

You should've learned
much sooner, Miss Limpet.

The oldest plot,
and still the best.

Crime..

Does not pay.

A check for $5000 for
the state prison library.

This is very generous
of you, Bruce.

I thought it was the least
I could do after reading

about that dreadful
business in the papers.

Uh, The Bookworm affair?

And I feel our prison
libraries could use

some new uplifting titles.

Yes. Yeah, shocking.

A man of Bookworm's education.

How could such a fellow
turn to a life of crime?

I'd say it's an example
of the old precept.

"A little knowledge
is a dangerous thing."

A wise observation, Bruce.

I'll remember that.

- Uh, would you like to see him?
- Bookworm?

He's just outside waiting
conveyance to the penitentiary.

Gosh, Bruce, I'd sure like to
see a real crook in the flesh.

Well, I don't see
any harm in it, Dick.

As long as he's under
sound restraint.

- Get them, Chief O'Hara.
- Yes, sir.

Them?

His female accomplice, too.
A Miss Limpet.

Very sad case, that one.

Alright, bring 'em in.
Come on, boys.

Alright, you crooks,
and remember

be polite
to Mr. Bruce Wayne, too.

"The world's
100 greatest crimes."

You abandoned child.

'Is there no hope for you?'

'As you can see, Bruce,
your gift was sorely needed.'

May I keep that
as a souvenir, Commissioner?

- Oh, yes, certainly.
- 'Thank you.'

What are you
smiling at, Bookworm?

Oh, I'm so much cleverer than
all of you, you see.

Oh, as the poet says

"They who loose today
may win tomorrow."

Wrong, Bookworm.

Not the poet.

That line's from
Cervantes "Don Quixote".

Part one, book one,
chapter seven.

Poof! That devil.

This fellow, he is almost
as obnoxious as Batman.

Alright, alright,
out, out out. Come on!

Next week,
The Return of The Riddler.

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