All language subtitles for Batman s03e24 The Jokers Flying Saucer.eng

NARRATOR".
Night over Gotham City.

But what else is over Gotham City?

Not flying saucers.

I'm sorry, sir,
but we know nothing about it at all.

I'm sorry, but we have absolutely
no information, madam.

Yes? I'm sorry, but...

An imminent invasion from outer space?
Ha, ha.

Well, I rather doubt it, miss.

Bonnie, please, hold the rest of the calls.
I can't talk to all of Gotham City tonight.

Yes, commissioner.

But there's a Mrs. Green
out here to see you.

Regarding a man from Mars
she just met in Gotham Park.

All right, Bonnie.
Wait a minute, then send her in.

Now, let me get this straight.

You say by week's end,
the invasion will be complete.

And Gotham City will be overcome,
not only by little men from Mars...

but by virulent living organisms
from outer space?

You can't expect me...

to take you seriously, Professor Greenleaf.
- I think you should, Ms. Gordon.

And I think your father
should advise all authorities...

to submit to
and comply with the invaders.

Otherwise...

- What is it?
- Look.

There.

Flying saucers are a myth.

A figment of the whole world's imagination.

But the world's imagination...

and particularly Gotham City's,
is getting out of hand.

What we need is some experienced help.

But what's this?

NARRATOR".
In an abandoned launching pad factory...

our old nemesis, the Joker,
up to a sinister sky-born caper.

Joker, you are so marvy!

Oh, I was more than marvy
while I was in prison, Emerald.

I was positively inspired...

completing these plans for my flying
saucer, with the help of my cellmate...

a mad scientist who had a passing
penchant for picking pockets.

Plans look great, but what will you use
to build your flying saucer out of?

Oh, don't worry about that, Shamrock.
It'll be made.

And shortly, it'll be speeding
across the skies of Gotham City.

Oh, but not without warning.

Ooh, the rumors I've planted.

Yes, the whispers are flying.

What scuttlebutt is afloat
on my private grapevine.

And, uh, hmm,
just what did this man from Mars...

say to you in Gotham Park, Mrs. Green?

I don't know. I don't speak Martian,
or Marsish, or whatever you call it.

That's understandable since there
is no life on Mars as we know it.

There can be no intelligible
Marsish language.

Did he threaten you in any manner?

Not exactly threaten me,
but he certainly frightened me.

It's not often I run into a...

It's not often I run
into a man 3 feet tall.

- No.
- Three feet tall?

- Holy interplanetary yardstick.
- But he did speak to you?

And then he left
in his flying saucer, Mrs. Green?

- He was out of sight in a split second.
- Mother Machree.

Well, I'm sorry to be so lacking
in details, gentlemen...

but I thought the incident
should be reported.

Of course, Mrs. Green.

It's the duty of every good citizen
of Gotham City...

to report meeting a man from Mars
in a public park.

Gotham City Penal Code
Section 32, Subsection 14.

Yes, thank you for coming.

You're welcome. Goodbye, sonny.

Well, Batman?

She seemed composed, intelligent...

not given to falsehoods
or hallucinations.

- And vaguely familiar, commissioner.
- Oh?

Perhaps the Batcomputer
can help our lagging memories.

Let's go, Robin.

Daddy? Daddy.

- What's the matter, Ms. Gordon?
- I barely got out of the library alive.

There was this little green man from Mars, and
he was just scampering all over the place.

NARRATOR". But the library isn't the only
place the little green man is scrambling.

And back in the abandoned
launching pad factory...

And scared Commissioner Gordon's daughter
half to death in the library?

While your sister, Mrs. Green, was equally
effective at police headquarters?

Oh, thank you, Professor Greenleaf,
for a job well done.

You'll both certainly earn
your greenbacks tonight.

All of Gotham City has the flying saucer
jitters. And when they see my flying saucer...

How are they gonna see it
if you don't start making it?

Oh, it can be assembled in a matter of hours,
Shamrock. As soon as we get the beryllium.

What is that, poopsie?

One of the lightest metals
in the world, Emerald.

Yes, and the Wayne Foundation is currently
doing research on a huge supply of it.

So we heist this beryllium,
build your saucer and off we go?

No, Chartreuse.

Here we come. From another planet.

Terrorizing the inhabitants
of Gotham City...

and forcing them and the rest
of the world's population to their knees...

with the demands I shall issue
from my awe-inspiring spaceship.

What are those demands
going to be, poopsie?

Well, what would any
green-haired Martian demand, Emerald?

Complete capitulation,
complete cooperation, complete control.

You and Chartreuse hightail it
down to the Metals Research Wing...

of the Wayne Foundation,
pick up that precious metal.

- Oh, and Emerald.
- Yes, poopsie?

You go along as a decoy.

Create a diversionary tactic...

just in case millionaire Bruce Wayne
or any member of his staff might be there.

- Groovy... poopsie.
- Ha-ha-ha.

I'll wait here.

If anyone should recognize me
at the Wayne Foundation...

the Dynamic Demagogues might be...

Where have you been, Verdigris?

Just spreading little bits of panic
here and there, Joker.

And I saw the Batmobile
parked in front of police headquarters...

so I planted a little green time bomb under
the dashboard, just like you told me to.

And set it for midnight, I suppose?

We Martians like to dispose of our
Earthly enemies at the Witching hour.

Set for midnight on the nose, Joker.

Mrs. Green.

- Greenhorn.
- Greenhouse.

- Green thumb. Little green men.
- From Mars.

Of course, I remember now.

Mrs. Green used to be the front woman
for that bunko artist...

who, at one time,
was blackmailing greengrocers.

It's a small world, isn't it, sir?

It's a small universe, Alfred.

As I suspected, uh,
from the beginning, Robin...

this present Martian
invasion is all a hoax.

Including, somehow,
the little green intruder in the library.

Now what, Batman?

Well, let's see what this new...

Current Criminal Activity
Bat-Disclosure Unit has to disclose.

"Joker at large.
Manufacturing a flying saucer."

Gosh, Batman.
This machine's almost human.

But not quite human enough, Robin.

Just what would Joker be using
to make his flying saucer?

Probably one of the lighter metals.

- Titanium, beryllium...
- Titanium.

Titanium.

The supply of titanium
is very limited in this vicinity.

But isn't there an abundant supply,
sir, of beryllium...

in the Metals Research Wing
of the Wayne Foundation?

- Indeed there is.
- And Joker's just clever enough to know that.

And may be planning
to appropriate it. Alfred.

- Yes, sir?
- There's 15 minutes until midnight.

- I know, sir.
- Pay a quick and casual call...

on the Wayne Foundation
and check on security there.

Robin and I will follow.

But I do not want our presence known...

until and if the Joker plays his hand.

At once, sir. You know I find
such an assignment quite a challenge.

I'll advise Commissioner Gordon.

If our suspicions are right, old chum...

the Joker's terrorizing of Gotham City
will be stopped at once.

Yes, Batman?

The Joker?

The Wayne Foundation?

And you'll handle it yourself?

Well, keep me informed, Batman.

I'll send you any help you need. Right.

What was that all about, commissioner?

Well, Batman has reason to believe...

the Joker is behind
this so-called imminent Martian invasion.

He also suspects
the next development will take place...

in the Metals Research Wing
of the Wayne Foundation.

NARRATOR". So on a night filled
with incredible happenings...

Barbara Gordon makes her own
incredible change into Batgirl...

as the Witching hour arrives
in the Batcave.

Alfred should be on his way by now.
To the Batmobile.

What a coup. Ooh, what an incredible coup.

Well, a mad scientist
to help us assemble my flying saucer.

- If I may correct you, sir...
- You may not correct me.

I know a mad scientist
when I see a mad scientist.

- But I...
- Else why were you...

at the Metals Research Wing
of the Wayne Foundation...

when my men caught you?
Along with Batgirl.

Caught coming in a window.

Maybe we should find her a window...

in the sky.

- You mean, put her in orbit, Joker?
- Exactly, Shamrock.

Just as we're gonna put
my flying saucer in orbit.

Yes, with the help of this huge supply
of beryllium you heisted. Ha-ha-ha!

And all done with no sign
of Batman or Robin at all.

Hee-hee. Of course, there's no sign
of Batman and Robin, Joker.

Where have you been this time, Verdigris?

Spreading more panic, Joker.

Police headquarters is in turmoil.

And the Batmobile is gone
from where it was last parked.

And so are the Caped Cadavers.
Gone forever, Joker.

Thanks to that green time bomb I planted.

Oh, joy of joys. Ecstasy of ecstasies.

Do you suppose
there's a working launching pad left...

in this abandoned launching pad factory?

Yes, there's one in the launching pad
equipment locker. And some fuse.

Oh, good.
While the countdown begins for Batgirl...

our mad captive scientist
will unpack the beryllium...

and then help me assemble
my flying saucer.

NARRATOR".
While back in the battered Batcave...

Batman.

Batman.

Batman, where are you?

Batman? Where are you?

Up here, old chum.

Boy, I'd say we had
ourselves a little blast.

I'd say we had ourselves
one of Joker's lethal time bombs.

No doubt planted
by one of his men from Mars.

Holy rock garden.

Look, the clock didn't break.
It's almost 8:30.

- We've been out cold over eight hours.
- And apparently so has Alfred been out.

At the Wayne Foundation.

Where Joker and his little green menaces
were going to steal the beryllium.

Do you suppose Alfred has tried
to get in contact with us?

Every receiving device around here
has been broken.

And by all rights, so should we have been.

Sure, Batman.

If it hadn't been for our Anti-Thermal
Bat T-shirts we've been wearing lately.

- And look, the explosion even knocked...
- Knocked all the phones off the hooks.

Yeah.

Hello?

Oh, there's no more current, Robin.

Quickly, old chum. We must rig up
an Auxiliary Circuit Bat-regenerator.

Who knows what's happened
to the outside world?

Who knows what's happened
to the Caped Crusaders?

I can't seem to locate them
anywhere, Mayor Lindseed.

Do you expect me to report that
to Governor Stonefellow?

To the president? Londinium?
To the United Nations?

This is an emergency, commissioner.

Flying saucers and men from Mars
don't invade our country every day.

Well, at least they've stopped invading
for a minute.

The sky is as clear as a die.

Die? A very poor
choice of words, Chief O'Hara.

That's what we may all be doing
if the Martians return. Dying.

If we can't find Batman and Robin.

Not to mention Batgirl.

NARRATOR".
But to mention Batgirl...

This is a unique experience.

I've thrilled many a woman, Batgirl...

but I never sent one
completely in orbit before.

You shall have company shortly, though,
now that my flying saucer is completed.

Yes. We will take off immediately
after you do.

And we'll wave to you occasionally
as we pass you circling the Earth.

Of course, you will keep going forever...

while we will circle the Earth
a few more times...

to give everyone a good look
at my saucer...

as they await my ultimate ultimatum
in fear and trembling...

before I return ruler of the universe.

This may be my last attempt
to reach you...

though I've been
trying desperately for hours.

It works. It's Alfred.

ALFRED". The Joker's about
to put Batgirl into orbit...

from the abandoned launching pad factory
on Flying Circus Hill.

Are you talking to that handkerchief?

No, just dabbing my eyes.

Stronger men than I have wept
at moments like this.

Aw.

And then he's about to launch
his own flying saucer.

- Holy known unknown flying objects.
- What?

Holy known unknown flying objects.

Robin, alert the Batcopter port
to ready the Batcopter.

While I tell Commissioner Gordon that
communications have been reestablished.

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five...

four, three, two, one.

Blastoff.

Ah! The fuse has gone out.

That's right, Joker. It's out.

The automatic fuse extinguisher
in my Batgirl utility belt...

will forever keep you
from putting me into orbit.

Oh, untie her. We'll take her
with us in the flying saucer.

And the mad scientist too.

While I push the button that opens the roof
of this launching pad factory.

I don't understand your language
too well, sir...

but I assume you're trying to tell me
the flying saucer is over Petronoviskoff.

Oh. Oh, was over Petronoviskoff
three seconds ago.

Well, thank you, sir, for calling.

That was the first
minister of the presidium.

Barbara.

- What?
- What?

I said, Barbara. My daughter.

I wonder what's happened to her
in all this excitement.

NARRATOR". And well might
Commissioner Gordon wonder...

what's happened to his daughter.

Oh. Look, right over there.

Just a few billion miles. Saturn.

How did you get mixed up
in a thing like this, Alfred?

My job as millionaire Bruce Wayne's butler
sometimes calls for extracurricular duties.

But, uh, this is going too far.

Activate the Supersonic Decelerating
Contra-Rotating Turbines, Verdigris.

We're getting a little
too close to the sun.

NARRATOR".
While back on Earth...

Well, now we've seen New Auckland. Heh.

Invert the compression radial ratio.

Energize the tandem ailerons, Verdigris, while
I turn up this interplanetary Microphone.

In 46 and three-eighth seconds,
we'll be over Gotham City...

where I will ultimate my ultimatum.

Mi, mi!

Yes. Ha, ha.

Whoo! It sure beats walking.

- Any sightings?
- None, but if Alfred's on that flying saucer...

maybe we can reach him
on our Intercosmic Two-Way Thermophone.

I hear you, sir.

Head straight for Flying Circus Hill.

Flying Circus Hill?

We're just entering the substratosphere
over Gotham City.

I managed to put some homing beryl into the
beryllium this flying saucer is made of.

- It should to head straight back...
- Are you talking to your handkerchief again?

Hmm? Ah, heh.

Just clearing my head.

Altitude, you know.

Oh. Heh.

Good old Alfred.

Yes, I'll head for Flying Circus Hill.
You alert Commissioner Gordon.

Ha-ha-ha! It's time for
my ultimate ultimatum.

Hear this. Now hear this.

All citizens of Gotham
City and the world...

this is the Joker speaking to you
from outer space.

From inner outer space.

Yes, advising you to...

What's the matter, Verdigris?
We've passed the city.

We're headed right back
to Flying Circus Hill...

and the abandoned launching pad factory.

Oh. Depress the Aerothermo Turret Resojets.

Accelerate the
Isothermal Oxyacetylene Vaporometers.

- Huh?
- Step on the gas!

This, uh, thingamajig is stuck here.

But we're headed right back
where we started.

Ooh! Ooh!

Well, at least it was a
soft landing, poopsie.

Yes, but on the wrong planet.

I wanted to rule the world from Mars.
I liked the looks of that place.

Yes, I think you'd be more comfortable
there at the moment, Joker.

All right, boys, round them up.

- It looks like you've flown your last saucer.
- But I came close, Batman. I came close.

Close doesn't count.

You'll come much closer
to washing tin saucers...

up at Warden Crichton's
cosmic calaboose, Joker. Let's go.

Barbara, where have you been?

Looking all over for you, Daddy.

Bonnie said I might find you in here.

I took an unexpected little trip, and,
uh, I didn't have time to let you know.

Well, at least the Joker's
Martian invasion has been grounded.

For five to 10 years, I would imagine.

Yes, commissioner?

Spiffany's Jewelry Store?

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

What do these window-shoppers look like?

NARRATOR".
What do they look like?

Who could possibly describe
Dr. Cassandra and her husband Cabala...

eyeing the priceless
Mope Diamond hungrily...

and then disappearing?

No wonder all of Gotham City is startled...

as you are bound to be
in our next episode.

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