All language subtitles for Batman S01E14 - Batman Stands Pat-eng

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So far we have seen

a super instant
mesmerizing device.

A chefs hat snatched.

And there goes the chef.

A hunting hat grabbed.

And it's owner, ditto.

And the manager
of a silver shop.

Holy sombrero!

A dish.

A jury box.

Aha, the thirteenth hat.

The Mad Hatter's plans
for the Caped Crusader.

Another dish.

And another snatch.

A clue? Who knows?

Then Octave Marbot gets it.

But something's fishy.

Bam.

Bash.

Crash.

A bucket of instant
hardening plaster.

Is Batman permanently
plastered?

Wait, the wildest
is yet to come.

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Faster, Marbot, faster.

But the cement must be
chipped very carefully

if you want the mold
of the Batman's cowl.

Oh, you can take it
apart in sections

and glue it back together
again to form a mold.

I will not disfigure
my friend, the Batman.

Oh, Batman, Batman.

He couldn't possibly be alive
inside that plaster shroud.

Hey, boss.

That means he's won't be
needing that Batmobile no more.

Good thinking.

It'll make an
excellent getaway car.

Go warm it up.

The statue, it's coming alive.

Apple seed!

Impossible.

It's diabolical.

Curses.

My super mesmerizer
is on the brink.

To the Batmobile.

I'll go after them.

- After the Mad Hatter.
- No, no, Mr. Marbot.

It's too dangerous.

- Robin.
- Batman.

Robin.

Start her up, Dicer.

- Are you alright?
- Never better.

Well, I'm used to seeing
you do the impossible.

But getting out of that
plaster tomb was impossible.

Much easier that
it seemed, Robin.

I simply held by breath.

Holy frog-man!

Well, we should help
Monsieur Marbot

clean up this mess.

Oh, no, no, no, Batman.

You saved my life
also your own.

That is enough for one day.

Next time you come
to pose for me.

We start the statue
all over again.

- Oui?
- Oui.

The next time I come to pose

there won't be any
interruptions.

Come on, Robin,
we have work to do.

I find being
out-maneuvered by the Mad Hatter

somewhat irritating.

I know what you mean.

There must be
some insidious plan.

Some overall scheme.

Who'd steal five hats
and five people with them

to gain his nefarious end?

And what did
he mean, when he said

my cowl would
be his 13th hat?

Did he say that?

Yes, when I told him
I was on to his masquerade.

I have it,
5 from 13 is 8.

How right you are.

Then he must be planning
to snatch eight more hats

and eight more people.

Or already has
and we don't know about it.

Yes, Batman.

Commissioner, have you
any more reports of hat thefts

or vanishing people?

As a matter of fact, yes.

Word is slowly reaching us
that six other fine citizens

have disappeared
in the last few days.

Along with their headwear.

I'll get back to you.

The police department's
on it's toes.

Six more kidnappings.

Six, plus the five we
know about make eleven.

Your cowl's the 13th,
that leaves--

One to go...the 12th.

12 hats, 12 people.

But why, Robin?

What comes in twelve's?

Donuts!

Um, horse power.

Um, amendments.

Mile limits?

Noon-midnight!

Oh, that's not
quite it.

- Twelve.
- A dozen?

Shall we activate
the bat computer?

That sounds
like a good idea.

Feed it a question
about dozens.

A dozen, a collection of
12 such as a dozen men or women.

Or...a dozen men and women!

A jury, jurors!

Of course, Robin,
that's what he was after

the 12 hats of
the jury that convicted him.

And the jurors, Madam Magda,
the chef, the fire chief

they were all on that jury.

How could
I have been so stupid?

Oh no, Batman,
you've been pretty busy.

One hat left, the key
that will hoist our opponent

on his own petard!

Yes, I-I realize that.

Charlie, hold on a second,
will you please?

Yes, Batman.

We maybe on to something
important, commissioner.

I need the names of the 12
jurors on Mad Hatter's trial.

Yes but it may take a little
while, I'll call you back.

Right.

Ahem, I thought I might
find you here, sir.

Yes, Alfred.

It's Mrs. Cooper, sir.

Dinner's almost ready
and she wondered

if you and Master Robin
were back from uh..

...sighting that
fork tailed petrel

and black-footed
albatross, sir.

Tell her we just got back,
but we may be taking off again.

Oh dear me,
how I wish I'd put it, sir?

Yes, commissioner.

Uh, Batman, I have the jury list
here, what did you want to know?

I'd like the name of
the 12th juror, the last one.

The 12th huh?

Uh...Turkey Bowinkle?

Oh, he owns
the Bowinkle's Bowl-O-Drome.

Have you a record of Bowinkle's
hat being stolen recently?

Or of Bowinkle being stolen?

'No, we have no report of that.'

Good. I'll
call you later.

Alfred, tell Mrs. Cooper that
we called from Slater Sleuth..

'...and that we sighted
some night flying birds.'

And tell her we'll
be late for dinner.

Very good, sir.

On second thought, Alfred, tell
her, you'll be late for dinner.

- 'Me, sir?'
- The 12th juror is Bowinkle.

Turkey Bowinkle.
He owns a bowling alley.

- A bowler!
- Precisely.

What more fitting head piece
for the mad hatter to steal.

Our job is to get Alfred there
before our cunning adversary

and use the 12th hat
to trap him once and for all.

Me, sir?

Our cunning antagonist
knows we're after him, Alfred.

We must do nothing
to excite attention.

I want you take
this, bat-homing transmitter.

'Pay a call on Turkey Bowinkle,
at the Bowl-O-Drome.'

'I want you to place it in
his hat before it's snatched.'

That way we'll be
able to trace him

with a homing receiver
in the Batmobile.

If I maybe allowed, sir.

Roger!

Bowinkle?
It's just a family name.

That's what I thought.

You see,
I specialize in Genealogy.

Ghosts?

Family trees.

When I ran across your name
in the book, I was fascinated.

Turkey Bowinkle hmm.

'You doubt if it has a
distinguished pedigree?'

I got license to run this joint,
if that's what you mean?

Now, tell me..

...perhaps if you have some
records of your family lineage..

...in your office, hmm?

All I got in
my office is my hat.

Your..
Well..

...maybe that could
tell me something.

It's just a little hat.

You never can tell Mr. Bowinkle.

What maybe useful
in tracing a person's descent.

Descent?

It ain't no descent
to run a bowling alley.

I mean, family descent.

The natural order of succession

from one's ancestors.

Or even older forms.

Monkeys?

Sorry buddy.

Turkey ain't no handle
handed down from my grandpa.

It's a nick name, in
the lingo of ten pins..

..it means three strikes.

And Bowinkle means...Bowinkle.

Now, nevertheless I would like
to take a look at that hat.

Perhaps the uh, the head size
might prove informative.

Seven and five eighth's.

That put an extra limb
on the family elm?

That's Bowinkle at
the counter with the old guy.

Butter him up, find out where
the hat is, signal me

and keep him occupied.

Whatever your say, Jervis.

Yes, ma'am.

Mr. Bowinkle,
I'm from 'Male Modes'.

Yeah?

It's a magazine,
devoted men's fashion.

Oh.

I'm sure you'll be glad to know
you're this week's prize winner.

The best headed man
in Gotham City.

And what is this?

Thought that old bowl attracted
so much attention before.

- And this man here--
- I really must be going.

It's been pleasant
talking to you.

Perhaps we can go into your
bloodline some other time.

Your bloodline?

That sounds icky.

Just some cook.

Anyway, Mr. Bowinkle..

...I hoped you would extend me
the courtesy of an interview.

Sure, shoot.

Where is the prize winning
little head piece right now?

Right now, I figure
it's upstairs on my desk.

Waitin'.

Not knowin' it's headed
for fame and fortune.

Thank you.

'Why me lady?'

'There must be lot more
with fancy ol' bonnets'

'than an ol' bowler?'

Well, how 'Male Modes'
selects it's weekly winners

is of course our secret.

But I suspect your virile charm
had something to do with it.

Yeah?

Well, maybe that virile charm
would like to buy you something.

What would you like?

On the house.

Who let you out of the jug?
What're you doin' with my hat?

That's it, Lisa, get lost.

Just repaying old debts,
Mr. Bowinkle.

It took unanimous vote of that
jury to send me up the river.

Yeah, well, I'm casting
another ballot right now.

Do you usually carry
a homing bat transmitter

in your bowler, Mr. Bowinkle?

I don't know how that
thing got in there.

I think I do.

And I think Batman will end up
in my hat factory after all.

What's Batman got
to do with it?

So the Mad Hatter
gets his 12th juror.

Beautiful,
beautiful, beautiful!

Imagine, shearing
Batman like a rabbit.

Or stretching him
into any form I wish.

Or shrinking him
and sizing him.

Why, I..

...I'll make him
into a sun bonnet.

Or a ten gallon hat or a fizz.

A fizz..

...yes a fizz, I'll dye him red.

I'll buy myself a camel and go
riding off into the desert.

Wearing a tribal chieftain's
flowing robes..

...and Batman on my head.

He's flipped his lid.

'What're you mumbling about?'

My idle flights of fancy?
My little day dreams?

Do nothing more
than that believe me

I'm a very practical man.

I already have my 12 jurors'
hats and my 12 jurors.

All I need now...
is Batman's cowl.

And the caped crusader
out of the way.

And my job will be complete.

Yeah, but when do we eat?

'When I'm paid
my fabulous ransom.'

Imagine a vouz.

Owning the
Gothsonian institution's

priceless collection
of Presidential head gear.

Ooh!

I think it's high time

the rightful owners
of those hats were wearing them.

Yeah but the real
jury's still out.

Turkey's bowler can't
be far from here.

The hideout must be
in this old warehouse.

Call, Commissioner Gordon

tell him we found
the Mad Hatter's lair.

It's working, they found us.

Just like I planned.

It's a long way up.

'You're right.'

Stand clear.

They're climbing up the wall.

Places, everyone.

What a pleasant
surprise awaits them.

Gosh, Batman, you'd
think we were human flies.

That's all in the game, Robin.

That sure is one way
of looking at it.

I'm extremely sorry
about all these citizens.

We meet again,
dynamic duo.

But I fear for
the last time.

Your little game
of hide and seek is over.

- Very clever Mr. Tetch.
- Oh, you were the clever one.

I might not have been
able to lure you here

without your homing
bat transmitter

in Mr. Bowinkle's hat.

Holy bowler!

And now, caped crusader

you will take off
your cowl and hand it over.

Then you will sit
for your photograph

for all
the world to see.

After that I'll take you on
a personally conducted tour

of my hat factory.

I'll have to be dead
before you get my cowl.

Then, we'll start
with the hat factory.

Straight ahead please.

Turn on the machine, Dicer.

You may find that it's smarts
a bit to be shown, Batman.

Until you lose
consciousness, of course.

Sorry, I'm late Jervis,
but I needed a pedicure.

The girl from Antis.

Up to her pretty neck in evil.

You're just in time.

Batman and Robin are
about to undergo a treatment

I usually reserve for rabbits,
musk rats and beavers.

Jervis, how droll.

'Do get on with it though.'

'Then perhaps you can take
me out for a bite to eat.'

You heard the lady.

Would you like to walk into the
factory under your own power

or would you like
a shot or two to help?

Put him on the conveyor belt.

Batman! Help!

I suppose he's passed
the acid test, Robin.

That'll keep him
out mischief for a while.

And what plans do
you have for me, Batman?

That's up to the courts
to decide, young lady.

In the meantime, help us
find those missing jurors.

Whatever you say,
I'll show you where they are.

I hope we're not
too late, Batman.

But we had a difficult
time findin' this place.

Oh, that's alright, gentlemen.

I'm happy to report that
the treacherous schemes

of the Mad Hatter have
been knocked completely..

...into a hat.

Eighty five dollars?

Oh, Bruce, it's sweet of you
to get me a birthday present.

But I hat's a hat.

No, Mrs. Cooper,
had is not a hat.

The hat is a memory.

Tea at Gladridge's,
Gaundalein, Venice?

The hat is a romance,
the first time he smiled at you.

The night he kissed you.

The hat is an experience.

Well, when you put it that way

I guess $85 isn't too much.

I thought you'd agree.

It was so nice of you to bring
Mrs. Cooper in, Mr. Wayne.

But, I'm just sorry
I'm a little shorthanded today.

My favorite sale girl
disappointed me bitterly.

She was mixed up with
that miserable Jervis Tetch.

To put your mind
at ease, Madame Magda.

I had lunch with
the city attorney today.

He tells me that the Mad Hatter
won't bother you anymore

he and his gang are safely
behind bars

and the judge should
give them a stiff sentence.

Would you put that
on my bill, please?

Thank you,
Madame Magda.

What's wrong, Bruce?

It's funny, I..

...when I came in here, I could
swear I was wearing a hat.

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