Beware the Batman (2013–2014): Season 1, Episode 20 - Doppleganger - full transcript

After his ordeal at Blackgate Prison, Batman is haunted in his dreams by a mysterious winged humanoid bat, only to later discover that he really exists. Meanwhile, Alfred returns and tries to help Bruce work out his personal issues.

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Previously on
Beware the Batman.

Hi, major.

It's time for you to come back.

Batman needs you.

Bruce needs you.

I need you.

It appears you've missed me.

I'm so sorry, my dear.

That's no way to treat a lady.

This is!

Are you okay?



I'm a little busy, Barbara.

But no.

Um, that's quite a butter knife.

What do you think
the Bat-prentice has in mind?

I think she's
going to knight us.

Oh, then we shall bow.

Poor, dear, she's
not as good as the Bat.

I concur.

But it's nice to have
a woman around the house.

What happened?

They got away.

- Should I call Batman?
- No,

he's been a little preoccupied.

Perhaps it's time
to take a break.



Get out of the cave.

Get some sunlight, see friends.

I only have one real friend.

And even you chose
to walk away from me.

You are not the reason I left.

Are we gonna talk about that?

You disappeared
for almost eight months.

But I came back when you
needed me, as promised.

I will tell you where I was,
what I was doing, in time.

But right now we should
be more concerned with you.

And Batman.

I'm afraid, Alfred.

Afraid of what might happen
if I put the suit back on.

Then don't.

Let Katana look after Gotham.

And let Bruce Wayne
enjoy his life.

I'm sure there's someone who'd
like to pal around with a billionaire.

Secure.

Mayor Grange let
this city get soft.

Time for a new mayor
to toughen Gotham up.

- Batman!
- What?

The key to me winning
this election is Batman.

Once I'm mayor, I don't care
what vigilante menace

wants to run around Gotham
in a Halloween costume.

But this is an election year.

So, what exactly
do you want from me?

Grange has been
on leave for a month.

The writing's there.

I mean, with the
right push she's done.

It's the perfect time to go
negative with my campaign ads,

but it's expensive.

What I need is money.

Can I count on
Bruce Wayne's deep pockets?

- I don't know, Harvey.
- You don't know!

Why do you think I brought
the great Dane Lisslow,

head of my Special Crimes Unit?

It's not great, just Dane.

Because if you don't write
a check, he'll arrest you.

I'm kidding.

You've studied goju ryu.

- How can you tell?
- The scars on your hands.

You spend a lot
of time training.

I've broken a lot of fingers.

Few of them my own.

I don't know how
many times I sprained a finger

trying to get
the governor on the phone.

Have you ever studied savate?

Only for all of college.

Ow!

Why are we doing this again?

If you're going to help, even if
it's mostly with your computer,

you should know
how to defend yourself.

I know how to defend myself.

After the Blackgate incident and
all the trouble with the Ion Cortex,

Batman wants me to train
you. Consider it payback.

Cool, now can you
let go of my neck?

Oh, I was thinking about
giving myself a code name.

Something mysterious like

Oracle.

I broke this in Israel
in a krav maga tournament.

Good one.
Jeet kune do.

Broke my clavicle
in three places.

Got my medal, then passed out.

What is that smell?

It's parijat bark.
What do you think?

Ah, it's terrible.

That's how you know it's good.

If you guys are done
drinking your mulch,

can we get back to me?

Okay, Harvey, send me your
proposal, and I'll give it some...

Ah, excuse me, I need to leave.

- Is something wrong?
- No, I...

I got some bad bark.

Dinner's on me.

Um, what's your most
expensive desert?

I know what I saw.
It was a bat.

A human size man-bat.

Something clearly
attacked him, Alfred.

You saw his clothes.

Maybe what you thought you
saw was just a mild hallucination.

I had the same thought until
I checked out

all the Gotham crime reports
from previous nights.

There have been several break-ins
at chemical supply companies

in the last month,

including one very close
to where I encountered...

What I saw.

Pyg and Toad were breaking
into a chemical factory.

It can't be a coincidence.

Bruce...

Batman needs to get
back out there, Alfred.

Considering your
current condition,

are you sure that's wise?

No.

But when has Batman
ever listened to reason?

According to the reports, the
only thing stolen after each break-in

had a direct relationship
to DNA sequencing.

Specifically animal DNA.

Makes sense.

It fits with Pyg and Toad's
pro-animal pathology.

Tapper Chemicals is a leading
distributer of sequenced animal DNA.

There's a 68 percent chance
this is the next target.

Not this time.

Wow, he wasn't kidding.

It is a man-bat.

- Are you okay?
- I'm fine.

Get him, it, into the Batmobile.

Is that what I think it is?

Batman,

with a bat-man.

How pathetically redundant.

Sorry, Batman,
but we'd like our pet back.

Mister Toad, would you be
so kind as to call him?

Come here, boy.
Who's the good man-bat?

Okay, freaks,
everyone on the ground.

In these clothes, I think not.

Mister Toad, an exit.

On closer inspection,
these capsules appear to serve

as a hypodermic
for the chemical inside.

Where am I?

He can talk.

Of course I can talk.

Now that you got
those things off my neck.

Why were you
working with Pyg and Toad?

- What are they planning?
- Working with?

No, you've got it all wrong.

I wasn't working with them.

I was their first victim.

My name is
Dr. Kirk Langstrom.

I was a research scientist trying
to break down the DNA of bats.

I was hoping to develop
a life-saving

serum from their immune system,

which is very resistant
to disease.

But others had a
different plan for my work.

Pyg and Toad stole
my research and perverted it,

forcing me to test
the serum on myself.

Turning me into
what you see before you.

Not an animal,
and no longer a man either.

Professor Pyg implanted
those capsules into my neck,

which allowed them to take
control of my mind and body.

I'm not surprised.

According to the Batcomputer,

the substance in these
capsules is scopolamine.

The devil's breath.

A toxin made from nightshade that
creates a loss of mental control.

The victim becomes mentally
bonded to the first voice it hears.

Sounds like a zombie.

Exactly.

They forced me to rob chemical
depots to create more of my serum,

substituting bat DNA
for the DNA of other animals.

They want to make an animal army

to take back Gotham
for all animal kind.

Can you lead us to them?

Yes, but Pyg and Toad
got the last

of the DNA they needed
at Tapper Chemicals.

We might already be too late.

Let the experiments commence.

Now, I hope
you're not allergic to cat hair.

Because you're going to be
covered in it soon.

And one of you lucky girls

is going to have the honor
of becoming Mrs. Toad.

Now, Mister Toad,

this is the most important
decision of your life.

Chose with your heart.

Absolutely.

Eenie, meenie, miney...

...mo.

Would you do me the honor

of making me the happiest
man-phibian on earth?

That's frightened for "yes."

This is where they held me.

If they have hostages,
that's where they'll be.

Are we too late?

No.

That's rude.

How do you expect
us to create a race

of human-animal soldiers
if you insist on interrupting?

Why don't we settle this
like gentlemen?

That would be dreadfully dull.

Ssh!

Follow me.

Our army is deserting.

Mister Toad, get
them back in formation!

Now, where were we?

It's the police.

That's Gotham PD, not the SCU

Stay in the shadows.

Put your weapons down!

I've got people
here who need help.

We got a call saying Pyg and Toad
were holding hostages at the old zoo.

A call? From who?

Someone calling
themselves Oracle.

You are spoiling my wedding day.

Now, be a good bat
and fetch my future bride.

That wasn't sporting.

Now, let me show you something
I didn't learn in medical school.

Okay, I will give you
one last chance

to surrender.

Stay down.

Oh, he's ruined these trousers.

Sweetums.

We are home.

Langstrom, fight it!

Do you, Mister Toad,

take this soon to be non-human

to be your unlawfully
wedded wife?

I do.

And do you,
soon to be non-human,

take Mister Toad to be your
unlawfully wedded husband?

That means I do.
Keep going.

If there is anyone who thinks
these two should not be united,

speak now or
forever hold your...

The wedding's off.

Sit down and behave.

- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.

Can't believe I
almost married that guy.

Ew. And that he
licked my neck.

It's safe to come out now,
Dr. Langstrom.

I don't know how I
could ever repay you both.

Continue your research,
find a cure.

How, when I look like this?

You're still
Kirk Langstrom inside.

That hasn't changed.

As long as you
remember who you really are,

there's nothing to fear
from the Man-Bat.

If I need your help how
will I find you again?

You won't, we'll find you.

Are you two done?

There's only so much
macho I can take.

Thank you, Alfred.
To Harvey Dent,

Gotham's next mayor.

What?
You're backing me?

This should answer
your question.

Wow!

Well, I am a billionaire.

Dane, take a look at this.

Yup, those are a lot of zeroes.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Mayor? When I told
you to make friends,

I didn't mean Harvey Dent
and his pit bull.

I like Dane.

His technique is a little
sloppy, but he can keep up.

He kind of reminds me of...

- ...me.
- Wonderful.

Two Bruce Waynes.
Just what the world needs.

That still doesn't explain Dent.

You know what they say,
keep your friends close,

but your enemies closer.