Batman: The Movie Page #5

At them, me hearties!

Shiver them from stem to stern!

Yo-ho-ho, sir!

Attack them, you faltering fink!

They're gone! Popped like balloons.

How did it happen?

Whoever dehydrated those pirates...

...couldn't have foreseen their

rehydration with the heavy water...

...we use to recharge

the atomic pile!

It left them in an unstable condition!

You saw it yourself. The slightest

impact was sufficient...

...to instantly reduce them

to antimatter.

Antimatter?

You mean, they won't be coming back?

No, Robin. Not in this universe.

Let that be a lesson in the dangers...

...of tampering with the laws

of Mother Nature.

My apologies, commodore.

I've done you a cruel injustice.

-You have?

-You were duped. Brainwashed.

The criminals planted

those dehydrated thugs on you.

You were obviously

under the influence...

...of post-hypnotic suggestion

when you rehydrated them.

Come on down, commodore.

Another sniff of Batgas,

and we'll all return to the city.

Are you sure you didn't

hurt your head?

Perfectly. Swallow this pill.

Now, give our friend here

a whiff of Batwake.

Good morning.

What's wrong?

Manifold pressure's dropping.

We'd better stop and check it.

-Sorry about that. Won't take long.

-Yes, you will!

Yo-ho and away we go in my Birdmobile!

One side kick for a sailor.

-You okay?

-Thanks to the anti-Penguin gas pill!

He's played right into our hands.

Via Batcycle to the Batcopter!

We'll track him

to the gang's new hideout.

Disengage go-cart.

Batscanner tracking

the stolen Batmobile.

Port two degrees,

then steady as she goes!

Yo-ho, port two degrees!

We're almost there!

-Where are you going?

-To fire off more riddling clues.

Riddler! You're mad!

Penguin's finished Batman by now.

That miserable, waddling

mountebank of a bird!

He couldn't finish a bag of popcorn!

Say Penguin failed. All the more

reason not to hand them clues.

But l must! Outwitting Batman

is my sole delight...

...my joy, my heaven on earth,

my very paradise.

Riddler, come back!

Stolen Batmobile turning,

heading up Gotham River Drive.

Polaris-type missile

coming right for us!

Hold on! This may be tricky.

-Damage?

-The tail rotor's disengaged.

Brace yourself, Robin,

we're going down.

This could be the end.

Now, to find my riddling

Polaris skywriter!

Look! Look, the Dynamic Duo!

I got them. I got them.

Holy horseshoe!

Some luck, landing right on top

of a bed of foam rubber!

The odds against it would make even

the most reckless gambler cringe.

True, I did think l'd spotted it

out of the corner of my eye, but--

That crazy missile wrote

two more riddles before it blew up.

An egg!

Make applesauce.

Apples into applesauce.

A unification into one smooth mixture.

An egg, nature's perfect container.

The container of our future hopes.

A unification in a container of hope?

United World Organization!

Precisely!

And the Security Council meets today.

-lf what l fear is true--

-Let's commandeer a taxi.

No, not at this time of day.

Luckily we're in tip-top condition.

It'll be faster if we run. Let's go!

We are now passing

through the grotto.

-Depth, half a fathom.

-Engines, dead slow astern.

Dead slow astern.

[MEOWS]

As the blueprint said,

an abandoned construction elevator.

Hecate, sniff out the weak spot.

[MEOWS]

-l hope Penguin made it.

-Who needs him?

Stand back.

Hey! Can't you read?

A fine day for penguins.

My co-conspirators,

we meet as planned.

No thanks to you, the Dynamic Duo

has been silenced forever.

Blasted out of the sky

by a coincidence!

The delicious irony of it!

Downed by Riddler's Polaris skywriter.

Happy happenstance! Hold your

breaths as we cross the hall.

There are still lingering traces

of my finely filtered Penguin gas.

Holy marathon! l'm getting a stitch!

Let's hope it's a stitch in time

that saves nine.

The nine members

of the Security Council.

[SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGES]

It is the opinion of Her Majesty

that we pursue peace at all costs.

Our poor united world in microcosm.

I'm afraid they'll find our humor

very, very dry.

We understand your position,

but for peace--

It has always been our policy--

Quickly now!

Each one in a separate vial.

And, boys, don't anybody sneeze.

BATMAN:
Seal the building!

ROBlN:
Close the ventilating system!

The Security Council

may have been dehydrated!

Emergency, operator.

Get me security.

Emergency, operator, emergency!

Up, up, up, up!

-Surrender! You criminals!

-The United Underworld is through!

What's this, an apparition?

One false move, and you'll find out.

We'll hurl our Batarangs!

-To the elevator!

-Catwoman! Stop, l said!

I don't think you mean that.

Miss Kitka dies

if you take one more step! Go!

This way, Robin!

The Security Council, gone!

What a fiendishly clever way

to abduct nine men...

...from a heavily guarded building!

Where does that elevator go?

Downstairs, to an abandoned

submarine dock on the river.

Holy Captain Nemo! They'll head

for sea by way of Short lsland Sound.

We have just one trump card left.

Heaven help the world if we fail.

Come on!

Down periscope.

We're over the last bar.

Mr. Bluebeard, all engines full ahead.

Yo-ho, all engines full ahead!

What a delightful haul!

Mr. Riddler, will you prepare

those nine radio ransom messages?

And no stupid riddles.

Make those messages plain.

One billion dollars cash,

from each country.

Precisely! To be delivered

to our secret island...

...by the horde of trained carrier

pigeons which I shall provide.

No whimsical embellishments.

Make those messages clear!

Make those messages clear!

It's like a dream, Pengy-sweet.

Nothing can stop us now.

Sonar contact.

Range 8000. Bearing 1 81 .

Yo-ho, sonar contact.

Small craft at 7500, bearing 01 .

Small craft?

It's moving fast.

Range is down to 7000.

-The Batboat!

-Drat that cockleshell!

Mr. Bluebeard,

steady on the diving planes.

I'll man the torpedo tubes.

Would you fire a surface-to-surface

underwater homing missile?

[MEOWS]

Missile ahoy!

It has a homing device in

its nose cone. Take evasive action.

No use. lt's tracking us!

Take my Batradio.

I looked it up this morning.

That class of missile receives

on a wavelength of 1 64.1 .

-1 64.1 .

-Quickly! Send a jamming signal.

It's starting down.

Farewell, Batman!

Farewell, Dynamic Duo!

Holy bikini, that was close!

Yo-ho, small craft still closing.

Range 4000. Bearing 88.

They know how to jam our missiles.

Up to periscope depth!

MAN:

Yo-ho, up to periscope depth.

-Range 3500.

-Get the Batcharge launcher.

Roger!

They hold nine of the world's most

eminent men in dehydrated condition.

Our task is not to sink that sub,

merely to drive it to the surface.

Forward torpedo tubes,

prepare to fire.

Yo-ho! Forward torpedo tubes,

prepare to fire.

Five, four, three, two...

...torpedoes, fire!

Torpedoes, fire!

Torpedoes away!

-Dive, Mr. Bluebeard, dive!

-Yo-ho, dive.

Down periscope.

Torpedo off the port bow!

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