Batman: Black and White (2008–…): Season 2, Episode 8 - Heroes - full transcript
Batman - Black and White
Motion Comics
S02E08 - Heroes
That year
when I was 10-years-old
I didn't want for heroes.
In the funny papers
there was Pat Ryan
of Terry and the Pirates
with an uppercut
and wise crack
for every bad guy.
At the movies there was
Errol Flynn as Robin Hood.
Ready with bow and sword
for the worst
that the Sheriff of
Nottingham could offer.
In sports there was
heavyweight champion, Joe Louis
winning a first round victory
over Max Schmeling,
and defeating some
Hitler supporters' notions
of Aryan superiority as well.
And in Gotham city, my city,
there was a new
and mysterious figure
who might've combined
a bit of the best
of them, the Batman.
Taking back the night
and evils hidden in its shadows.
Then there was
my father, Norman Lowell,
a brilliant, industrial
designer the books said.
Kind of a crackpot
they said on the street.
My father, absorbed,
obsessed, mind always
at his drawing board
even if he wasn't.
Bad when my mother was alive,
and worse since her death two
years earlier.
Dad?
Can't we go yet?
Dad?
In a minute, Robbie.
That's what you said
an hour ago.
Do you know how boring it gets
just staring out this window?
But didn't you design
a radio for your office?
Noise is distracting, Robbie.
I'll be just another minute.
Dad, dad!
You won't believe what I...
Pardon the interruption,
young man.
I knew someone
of your father's dedication
would keep late hours.
I take advantage to
conclude some business.
You're, you're Kolb!
I told you I wasn't interested
in your business.
I am a military man.
It breeds a certain
reluctance to accept defeat.
So, to be the son
of a Norman Lowell.
Difficult, yes?
Boys dream of heroes,
adventure, not of waiting
while designs are drawn.
But what designs too advanced,
too fantastic often not accepted
in this country,
but in a nation of vision
like my homeland.
Are you really a soldier?
Colonel, actually, but
not on special errands
like tonight.
A flight across the ocean.
Does that sound
like a good adventure?
Leave the boy out of this, Kolb.
No, he is now part
of our negotiations.
So, if it fills this briefcase
with your secret designs,
so you share with no one,
then journey to where
your genius will be
put to proper use
and your bored,
little son can have heroes
of the Reich to admire.
Dad obeyed without protest.
I tried to think what Pat Ryan
would do, and couldn't.
When Kolb gave me
the case to carry
I accepted it
as meekly as my father.
Our diplomats have already
initiated
paperwork covering your
sudden shift
in allegiances, Mr. Lowell,
so there will be no troublesome
international incident
over this.
No distractions while you dream
of wonders for a war machine.
My wife died during
the fighting in Spain.
I can't have my ideas
in service of death
and destruction.
That's why some are secret.
- That's...
- Perhaps too subtle for Colonel Kolb.
After all, he's using a
goodwill tour
as cover for kidnapping
and murder.
You killed an espionage informant
this afternoon, Kolb.
It kept the police off
your trail,
but put me on it.
But I have some
nine millimeter allies
to remove you entirely.
He couldn't have killed him!
Not the Batman.
If I did not,
a very long fall did.
Up the stairs, fast, fast!
What have you accomplished
by forcing us up here, Kolb?
There's no escape, there's...
But there is!
Are you blind to our people's
designs, Mr. Lowell?
Your building has a
mooring mast,
and our transportation
for the goodwill tour
your Batman found so irritating
is exactly what was intended to.
It came out the night like some
prehistoric creature.
Since last year's Hindenburg
disaster I'd expected any chance
to see one of the great airships
was long gone.
But that moment, with the sound
of those throbbing
engines rising
instead of being thrilled
I was frightened.
And as cold-hearted
as through the final stage
of our ascent I knew why.
We were beyond being saved.
What hero could reach us now?
Even a Batman, if he survived,
what rescue by man or plane
could keep us from being shot
while plunging to our deaths?
I cross first with the boy!
That's the plan
so follow immediately.
Try nothing for his sake.
Then those questions
fear made me ask
suddenly had an answer.
The rest was movement,
and confusion,
isolated sounds like
the clicking
of Kolb's pistol
on the clip already loaded,
and the roar
of the rotary engine
drowning what might've been a
long, long scream.
Yes, that year,
when I was 10-years-old
I didn't want for heroes,
and in Gotham city,
my city, there was one
who might've combined
a bit of the best of them,
and maybe a bit of those
who weren't considered
heroes at all.
Subtitle: K00gL04f
Motion Comics
S02E08 - Heroes
That year
when I was 10-years-old
I didn't want for heroes.
In the funny papers
there was Pat Ryan
of Terry and the Pirates
with an uppercut
and wise crack
for every bad guy.
At the movies there was
Errol Flynn as Robin Hood.
Ready with bow and sword
for the worst
that the Sheriff of
Nottingham could offer.
In sports there was
heavyweight champion, Joe Louis
winning a first round victory
over Max Schmeling,
and defeating some
Hitler supporters' notions
of Aryan superiority as well.
And in Gotham city, my city,
there was a new
and mysterious figure
who might've combined
a bit of the best
of them, the Batman.
Taking back the night
and evils hidden in its shadows.
Then there was
my father, Norman Lowell,
a brilliant, industrial
designer the books said.
Kind of a crackpot
they said on the street.
My father, absorbed,
obsessed, mind always
at his drawing board
even if he wasn't.
Bad when my mother was alive,
and worse since her death two
years earlier.
Dad?
Can't we go yet?
Dad?
In a minute, Robbie.
That's what you said
an hour ago.
Do you know how boring it gets
just staring out this window?
But didn't you design
a radio for your office?
Noise is distracting, Robbie.
I'll be just another minute.
Dad, dad!
You won't believe what I...
Pardon the interruption,
young man.
I knew someone
of your father's dedication
would keep late hours.
I take advantage to
conclude some business.
You're, you're Kolb!
I told you I wasn't interested
in your business.
I am a military man.
It breeds a certain
reluctance to accept defeat.
So, to be the son
of a Norman Lowell.
Difficult, yes?
Boys dream of heroes,
adventure, not of waiting
while designs are drawn.
But what designs too advanced,
too fantastic often not accepted
in this country,
but in a nation of vision
like my homeland.
Are you really a soldier?
Colonel, actually, but
not on special errands
like tonight.
A flight across the ocean.
Does that sound
like a good adventure?
Leave the boy out of this, Kolb.
No, he is now part
of our negotiations.
So, if it fills this briefcase
with your secret designs,
so you share with no one,
then journey to where
your genius will be
put to proper use
and your bored,
little son can have heroes
of the Reich to admire.
Dad obeyed without protest.
I tried to think what Pat Ryan
would do, and couldn't.
When Kolb gave me
the case to carry
I accepted it
as meekly as my father.
Our diplomats have already
initiated
paperwork covering your
sudden shift
in allegiances, Mr. Lowell,
so there will be no troublesome
international incident
over this.
No distractions while you dream
of wonders for a war machine.
My wife died during
the fighting in Spain.
I can't have my ideas
in service of death
and destruction.
That's why some are secret.
- That's...
- Perhaps too subtle for Colonel Kolb.
After all, he's using a
goodwill tour
as cover for kidnapping
and murder.
You killed an espionage informant
this afternoon, Kolb.
It kept the police off
your trail,
but put me on it.
But I have some
nine millimeter allies
to remove you entirely.
He couldn't have killed him!
Not the Batman.
If I did not,
a very long fall did.
Up the stairs, fast, fast!
What have you accomplished
by forcing us up here, Kolb?
There's no escape, there's...
But there is!
Are you blind to our people's
designs, Mr. Lowell?
Your building has a
mooring mast,
and our transportation
for the goodwill tour
your Batman found so irritating
is exactly what was intended to.
It came out the night like some
prehistoric creature.
Since last year's Hindenburg
disaster I'd expected any chance
to see one of the great airships
was long gone.
But that moment, with the sound
of those throbbing
engines rising
instead of being thrilled
I was frightened.
And as cold-hearted
as through the final stage
of our ascent I knew why.
We were beyond being saved.
What hero could reach us now?
Even a Batman, if he survived,
what rescue by man or plane
could keep us from being shot
while plunging to our deaths?
I cross first with the boy!
That's the plan
so follow immediately.
Try nothing for his sake.
Then those questions
fear made me ask
suddenly had an answer.
The rest was movement,
and confusion,
isolated sounds like
the clicking
of Kolb's pistol
on the clip already loaded,
and the roar
of the rotary engine
drowning what might've been a
long, long scream.
Yes, that year,
when I was 10-years-old
I didn't want for heroes,
and in Gotham city,
my city, there was one
who might've combined
a bit of the best of them,
and maybe a bit of those
who weren't considered
heroes at all.
Subtitle: K00gL04f