Beware the Batman (2013–2014): Season 1, Episode 11 - Instinct - full transcript
Previously on
Beware the Batman...
All I need to feel safe is her.
When was the last time you had
a proper physical, Batman?
Hey!
I don't care how expensive
or endangered they are.
I am Azura, I'm not doing the
show unless I'm wearing condor!
I can
understand your shock, little bird.
My associate, Mister Toad,
has exotic appetites.
It's a blessing and a curse.
Who...
Not who, dear.
Why?
Do you know how many birds
had to lose their plumage
so you could look atrocious?
Do you?
Six?
Actually, it was a
rhetorical question.
But this one isn't.
Would you like to know
what it's really like
to be a bird who can't fly?
Mmm. This is so good.
Alfred should leave
town more often.
Ugh! What's that smell?
It's Parijat bark.
How is that even on the menu?
I own this restaurant.
Now let's get to your training.
Really? Now?
Couldn't we wait until after
the cheese course?
Look around, and tell me
what you see.
I don't know.
I see everyone but us
having a pleasant dinner.
What do you see?
I see crime.
A waiter stealing
from the register.
There's a cheating husband.
He's removed his wedding ring.
And a pickpocket on the street
lifting a wallet from a woman's purse.
You need to train your
mind to let your instincts
tell you when
something is wrong.
When do you turn it off?
I don't.
I can't.
He's really quite good,
you know.
Would you like a biscuit?
I really shouldn't.
Oh, maybe just one.
There's no fingerprints,
no DNA. It's clean.
Never mind the note. Think.
Where are these words from?
I know this.
It's from the nursery rhyme,
Baa, Baa, Black Sheep.
"One for the master,
one for the dame,
"and one for the little boy
who lives down the lane."
Nice, work, Katana.
Thank you, Batman.
Rhymes are the
calling card of the eco-terrorists
Professor Pyg and Mister Toad.
Our feather-wearing supermodel
Azura is clearly "the dame."
If Pyg and Toad stick to the
rhyme, there'll be two more victims.
The master and the little
boy down the lane.
The lane is the key.
We should...
Look for every street in
Gotham with the word "lane" in it.
The Batcomputer
cites 129 streets...
I've narrowed it
down to three...
Why do we even have this thing?
Who are you?
How did you get in here?
My name is Professor Pyg.
And this is my charming
associate, Mister Toad.
We're here to punish you for
your crimes against animalkind.
Not to mention fashion.
Someone seems to be suffering
from an acute case of thanatophobia.
An intense fear of dying.
No.
No.
Spot on.
Ow!
Ah! Pity.
I'm afraid,
he's still breathing.
This is the last location.
Third time's the charm.
No, please.
Get me out of here.
Are you gonna help me or what?
Interesting.
- What do we do?
- Follow your instincts.
Got it.
Sorry.
No. Good effort.
Exploding goo? Hmm.
I think someone's got a bigger
gadget budget than me.
"The little boy
who lives down the lane."
Sir.
- Huh?
- Are you okay?
That's Liam Taylor.
He's a fashion designer known
for bold statements in leather.
Um, how do you know that?
Bruce Wayne knows fashion.
This symbol is the logo
of Cole Plastics.
I'll check them out while you
determine the origin of this resin.
How?
Right. Go with my instinct.
Got it.
Oh!
Ah!
Don't do that! Who do you
think you are, Batman?
- Sorry, I...
- What do you want?
Okay...
I need you to analyze
this resin for Mr. Wayne.
Listen, it's been a long day
and my head hurts.
I apologize.
Fine.
Mmm.
What are you doing?
I... I don't know.
Sorry. It's, uh, my mistake.
Figure out what this is
and get back to me.
Yesterday.
Ya!
Mister Toad.
Guess who dropped by.
Hold on, let me get my monocle.
Batman!
Welcome to our summer lair.
Yes, we've been meaning
to invite you over for tea
and a good,
old-fashioned pummeling.
Sadly, we're all out of tea.
That was rude.
As a physician, Batman, I
worry about your violent outbursts.
Rage is a common cause
of hypertension, you know.
Perhaps we should give your heart
a quick stress test, just to be safe.
Whoa...
May I do the honors?
By all means.
You have such a flare
for this type of work.
Oh, drat, the police.
Gotham's killjoys.
I believe we should
make a hasty retreat.
Oh, phooey and fiddlesticks.
Language, Mr. Toad.
Katana, where are you?
Just leaving Jason's lab.
What happened at
the plastics factory?
Pyg and Toad ambushed me.
They left behind a schematic.
The Batcomputer has
matched it to a parking garage
beneath the Gotham
City Opera House.
The Opera House is hosting the
Masters of Fashion event this week.
One for the master.
The next target is...
The runway show.
Meet me there.
Question. What are
we looking for?
This is what we're looking for.
Uh, Batman?
My instinct's got nothing.
How do we diffuse this?
We don't.
Find me an exit
and meet me outside.
The exit's too far!
Then make a new exit.
One rocket should do it.
You want me to blow up a wall?
It's better than the
entire building.
Which is what will happen if
we don't get out of here now.
I so deserve this.
Not a dessert guy?
We missed something.
I can feel it.
Pyg and Toad got away,
but we'll find them.
We stopped a lot of people
from getting killed today.
That's just it, we didn't.
The timer on the bomb was set
to blow up an empty hall.
Pyg and Toad can't make their
point unless there are victims.
We solved the clues
in the rhyme.
We won.
If anything can turn off those
relentless bat instincts of yours,
it's this.
- Hello?
- Uh, hi, Tatsu?
I wanted to call and say
I'm sorry for acting like...
um, a creep the other day.
I need to take this.
Of course.
Tatsu?
Did you hear what I said?
The sorry part?
Yes. I appreciate that.
Friends again?
Sure, friends.
Oh, good. Phew!
I don't know if I ever told you,
but I am so non-confrontational.
Even thinking about calling
you triggered this wicked rash.
Stop!
Is there anything else?
Oh, yeah!
I analyzed the resin.
The resin? Oh, right.
Did you find anything?
Well, that's the weird thing.
It's a rare phosphorus usually
found on the skin of African toads.
Did you say toads?
Yeah, only someone has altered it to
make the phosphorus highly explosive.
Especially if it's exposed
to intense heat.
Where did you find
this type of resin?
That feeling you had that
we missed something?
Jason analyzed the resin.
It's from the skin of a toad.
And when it gets
hot enough... boom!
I think you were right.
It's not over.
I know.
"The Masters of Fashion cordially
invites you and a guest to our gala,
"After Party on the Sea.
"All the stars and Gotham's
fashion elite will be there."
The nursery rhyme was a
diversion to keep us busy.
Away from the real target.
When does the party start?
Two hours ago.
I'll go below and look
for Pyg and Toad.
Start getting people
off the boat.
Do it quietly, we don't
want to start a panic.
Bravo, Batman.
You're not as senseless as
your attire would make us believe.
Yes. A cape in June?
It's just not done.
Your misdirect failed.
This ends now.
Oh, I wouldn't say that.
Tell him the plan, boss. I
love it when you tell the plan!
Yes, why not?
We've rigged the upper deck with a body
heat scanner linked to this thermometer.
As each animal oppressor
enters the party,
their heat signature raises the
temperature of the coils by one degree.
When the coils reach
280 degrees...
Not gonna happen.
The guests are being
evacuated as we speak.
Really? That is a pity.
I suppose we'll have to
end the party early, then.
Mister Toad?
Quick reflexes.
Very good.
Now, let's check your
bone density.
Let's slow you down a bit.
Mister Toad, if you
would be so kind.
Oh, dear, Batman.
It appears you're about
to become...
Oh, what's the word
I'm looking for?
Crispy?
Yes! Well put, Mister Toad.
Just to be safe,
let's apply a second coat.
Did you get everyone
off the ship?
The evacuation's started.
We need to get to that gauge.
Oh, I hate a party crasher.
Mister Toad, give Batman and
his guest a lesson in etiquette.
With pleasure.
Batman, there are still
people on deck.
If any more of that resin
is ignited...
Uh... what just happened?
An on board sprinkler system is
standard on the Trident Monarch X90.
So is the override code.
It should keep things cool enough
to evacuate the rest of the ship.
How do you know these things?
Bruce Wayne knows yachts.
I have to admit, I didn't
see that whole misdirect thing.
I just figured we solved
the clues, mystery over.
Clues can be deceptive.
Bruce Wayne felt something
was wrong.
And Batman listened.
Nice job.
Instinct.
You're learning.
Mmm...
It's Tatsu.
I just... I don't know, I
wanted to see if you were okay.
Oh, I'm fine.
I'm just at the lab finishing
some coding for the Ion Cortex.
Okay good. That's all.
Nothing important,
just checking.
Hey, uh,
what are you doing tonight?
Dinner again at the lab?
This time I promise,
no funny stuff.
I'd like that.
See you soon.
Don't worry,
she doesn't suspect anything.
By the time she and Wayne
know what's happening,
the Ion Cortex will be
complete and in your hands.
You will be generously rewarded
for your assistance, Dr. Burr.
Welcome to the
League of Assassins.
Beware the Batman...
All I need to feel safe is her.
When was the last time you had
a proper physical, Batman?
Hey!
I don't care how expensive
or endangered they are.
I am Azura, I'm not doing the
show unless I'm wearing condor!
I can
understand your shock, little bird.
My associate, Mister Toad,
has exotic appetites.
It's a blessing and a curse.
Who...
Not who, dear.
Why?
Do you know how many birds
had to lose their plumage
so you could look atrocious?
Do you?
Six?
Actually, it was a
rhetorical question.
But this one isn't.
Would you like to know
what it's really like
to be a bird who can't fly?
Mmm. This is so good.
Alfred should leave
town more often.
Ugh! What's that smell?
It's Parijat bark.
How is that even on the menu?
I own this restaurant.
Now let's get to your training.
Really? Now?
Couldn't we wait until after
the cheese course?
Look around, and tell me
what you see.
I don't know.
I see everyone but us
having a pleasant dinner.
What do you see?
I see crime.
A waiter stealing
from the register.
There's a cheating husband.
He's removed his wedding ring.
And a pickpocket on the street
lifting a wallet from a woman's purse.
You need to train your
mind to let your instincts
tell you when
something is wrong.
When do you turn it off?
I don't.
I can't.
He's really quite good,
you know.
Would you like a biscuit?
I really shouldn't.
Oh, maybe just one.
There's no fingerprints,
no DNA. It's clean.
Never mind the note. Think.
Where are these words from?
I know this.
It's from the nursery rhyme,
Baa, Baa, Black Sheep.
"One for the master,
one for the dame,
"and one for the little boy
who lives down the lane."
Nice, work, Katana.
Thank you, Batman.
Rhymes are the
calling card of the eco-terrorists
Professor Pyg and Mister Toad.
Our feather-wearing supermodel
Azura is clearly "the dame."
If Pyg and Toad stick to the
rhyme, there'll be two more victims.
The master and the little
boy down the lane.
The lane is the key.
We should...
Look for every street in
Gotham with the word "lane" in it.
The Batcomputer
cites 129 streets...
I've narrowed it
down to three...
Why do we even have this thing?
Who are you?
How did you get in here?
My name is Professor Pyg.
And this is my charming
associate, Mister Toad.
We're here to punish you for
your crimes against animalkind.
Not to mention fashion.
Someone seems to be suffering
from an acute case of thanatophobia.
An intense fear of dying.
No.
No.
Spot on.
Ow!
Ah! Pity.
I'm afraid,
he's still breathing.
This is the last location.
Third time's the charm.
No, please.
Get me out of here.
Are you gonna help me or what?
Interesting.
- What do we do?
- Follow your instincts.
Got it.
Sorry.
No. Good effort.
Exploding goo? Hmm.
I think someone's got a bigger
gadget budget than me.
"The little boy
who lives down the lane."
Sir.
- Huh?
- Are you okay?
That's Liam Taylor.
He's a fashion designer known
for bold statements in leather.
Um, how do you know that?
Bruce Wayne knows fashion.
This symbol is the logo
of Cole Plastics.
I'll check them out while you
determine the origin of this resin.
How?
Right. Go with my instinct.
Got it.
Oh!
Ah!
Don't do that! Who do you
think you are, Batman?
- Sorry, I...
- What do you want?
Okay...
I need you to analyze
this resin for Mr. Wayne.
Listen, it's been a long day
and my head hurts.
I apologize.
Fine.
Mmm.
What are you doing?
I... I don't know.
Sorry. It's, uh, my mistake.
Figure out what this is
and get back to me.
Yesterday.
Ya!
Mister Toad.
Guess who dropped by.
Hold on, let me get my monocle.
Batman!
Welcome to our summer lair.
Yes, we've been meaning
to invite you over for tea
and a good,
old-fashioned pummeling.
Sadly, we're all out of tea.
That was rude.
As a physician, Batman, I
worry about your violent outbursts.
Rage is a common cause
of hypertension, you know.
Perhaps we should give your heart
a quick stress test, just to be safe.
Whoa...
May I do the honors?
By all means.
You have such a flare
for this type of work.
Oh, drat, the police.
Gotham's killjoys.
I believe we should
make a hasty retreat.
Oh, phooey and fiddlesticks.
Language, Mr. Toad.
Katana, where are you?
Just leaving Jason's lab.
What happened at
the plastics factory?
Pyg and Toad ambushed me.
They left behind a schematic.
The Batcomputer has
matched it to a parking garage
beneath the Gotham
City Opera House.
The Opera House is hosting the
Masters of Fashion event this week.
One for the master.
The next target is...
The runway show.
Meet me there.
Question. What are
we looking for?
This is what we're looking for.
Uh, Batman?
My instinct's got nothing.
How do we diffuse this?
We don't.
Find me an exit
and meet me outside.
The exit's too far!
Then make a new exit.
One rocket should do it.
You want me to blow up a wall?
It's better than the
entire building.
Which is what will happen if
we don't get out of here now.
I so deserve this.
Not a dessert guy?
We missed something.
I can feel it.
Pyg and Toad got away,
but we'll find them.
We stopped a lot of people
from getting killed today.
That's just it, we didn't.
The timer on the bomb was set
to blow up an empty hall.
Pyg and Toad can't make their
point unless there are victims.
We solved the clues
in the rhyme.
We won.
If anything can turn off those
relentless bat instincts of yours,
it's this.
- Hello?
- Uh, hi, Tatsu?
I wanted to call and say
I'm sorry for acting like...
um, a creep the other day.
I need to take this.
Of course.
Tatsu?
Did you hear what I said?
The sorry part?
Yes. I appreciate that.
Friends again?
Sure, friends.
Oh, good. Phew!
I don't know if I ever told you,
but I am so non-confrontational.
Even thinking about calling
you triggered this wicked rash.
Stop!
Is there anything else?
Oh, yeah!
I analyzed the resin.
The resin? Oh, right.
Did you find anything?
Well, that's the weird thing.
It's a rare phosphorus usually
found on the skin of African toads.
Did you say toads?
Yeah, only someone has altered it to
make the phosphorus highly explosive.
Especially if it's exposed
to intense heat.
Where did you find
this type of resin?
That feeling you had that
we missed something?
Jason analyzed the resin.
It's from the skin of a toad.
And when it gets
hot enough... boom!
I think you were right.
It's not over.
I know.
"The Masters of Fashion cordially
invites you and a guest to our gala,
"After Party on the Sea.
"All the stars and Gotham's
fashion elite will be there."
The nursery rhyme was a
diversion to keep us busy.
Away from the real target.
When does the party start?
Two hours ago.
I'll go below and look
for Pyg and Toad.
Start getting people
off the boat.
Do it quietly, we don't
want to start a panic.
Bravo, Batman.
You're not as senseless as
your attire would make us believe.
Yes. A cape in June?
It's just not done.
Your misdirect failed.
This ends now.
Oh, I wouldn't say that.
Tell him the plan, boss. I
love it when you tell the plan!
Yes, why not?
We've rigged the upper deck with a body
heat scanner linked to this thermometer.
As each animal oppressor
enters the party,
their heat signature raises the
temperature of the coils by one degree.
When the coils reach
280 degrees...
Not gonna happen.
The guests are being
evacuated as we speak.
Really? That is a pity.
I suppose we'll have to
end the party early, then.
Mister Toad?
Quick reflexes.
Very good.
Now, let's check your
bone density.
Let's slow you down a bit.
Mister Toad, if you
would be so kind.
Oh, dear, Batman.
It appears you're about
to become...
Oh, what's the word
I'm looking for?
Crispy?
Yes! Well put, Mister Toad.
Just to be safe,
let's apply a second coat.
Did you get everyone
off the ship?
The evacuation's started.
We need to get to that gauge.
Oh, I hate a party crasher.
Mister Toad, give Batman and
his guest a lesson in etiquette.
With pleasure.
Batman, there are still
people on deck.
If any more of that resin
is ignited...
Uh... what just happened?
An on board sprinkler system is
standard on the Trident Monarch X90.
So is the override code.
It should keep things cool enough
to evacuate the rest of the ship.
How do you know these things?
Bruce Wayne knows yachts.
I have to admit, I didn't
see that whole misdirect thing.
I just figured we solved
the clues, mystery over.
Clues can be deceptive.
Bruce Wayne felt something
was wrong.
And Batman listened.
Nice job.
Instinct.
You're learning.
Mmm...
It's Tatsu.
I just... I don't know, I
wanted to see if you were okay.
Oh, I'm fine.
I'm just at the lab finishing
some coding for the Ion Cortex.
Okay good. That's all.
Nothing important,
just checking.
Hey, uh,
what are you doing tonight?
Dinner again at the lab?
This time I promise,
no funny stuff.
I'd like that.
See you soon.
Don't worry,
she doesn't suspect anything.
By the time she and Wayne
know what's happening,
the Ion Cortex will be
complete and in your hands.
You will be generously rewarded
for your assistance, Dr. Burr.
Welcome to the
League of Assassins.