The Batman (2004–2008): Season 1, Episode 5 - The Man Who Would Be Bat - full transcript
Batman instantly blamed for the numerous attacks involving a bat-like creature occurring throughout Gotham City. With the police hot on his tail Bruce must subdue the real perpetrator. A lab technician who possesses a serum that allows him to instantly become a giant bat creature.
And now for the weather: Hot, hot, hot.
Gotham City is sizzling in a heat wave,
and there's no end in sight.
Sweltering weather we're having tonight.
Skipper, what's our procedure
in case of an iceberg?
An iceberg? In Gotham Bay? In this heat?
Little buddy, I guarantee we don't have
a procedure for...
Mayday! Mayday!
Weather's a bit muggy.
You are not welcome here, Mr....
Mr...?
Freeze will do.
Mr. Freeze, you do not have permission
to come aboard...
What do you want?
Ice.
- I don't understand.
- Think about it. Think fast.
Have an ice evening.
All crime fighting and no play make
Master Bruce an extremely dull boy.
Even the Batman deserves to go on holiday
once in a while, wouldn't you say?
Alfred, you know how stir-crazy I'd be
lying on some beach.
Which is why I've arranged
for an athletic retreat.
A way to hone the Batman's body
and reflexes.
Not to mention escape this heat wave.
You've booked reservations, haven't you?
If I go, it's only to make you happy.
The Batwave.
The mind-boggling jewelry theft
here at Gotham Harbor...
has left one man frozen solid...
not to mention an actual iceberg
floating in Gotham Bay.
Little is known about the bizarre
perpetrator calling himself Mr. Freeze.
There, you see. It's a sign.
A winter retreat is in your future.
What is that?
Will my husband be all right?
He's hypothermic, ma'am,
but he'll pull through.
No thanks to that maniac.
- So how'd he do it?
- Not sure.
But the victim seems to have been
flash-frozen.
- He walked on water?
- Froze it first.
Made a path of solid ice
straight to the shore.
Well, no sign of that now.
Trail went cold.
So to speak.
Trail wasn't quite cold enough.
Not in this weather.
Not cold enough to the naked eye.
But in infrared...
Freeze's trail is as clear as crystal.
And his trail leads clear across Gotham.
Mind if I help myself?
I didn't think so.
The choice cuts must be in the icebox.
Lovely little glaciers.
The Batman. I thought you would
never arrive.
I have been looking forward
to our reunion.
Reunion?
Exercise will keep you warm
for only so long.
Slowing, aren't we?
That would be the hypothermia
setting in.
We both recognize the symptoms.
Reaction time slows.
Reflexes grow sluggish.
Next come the hallucinations,
lack of consciousness...
and finally, the big chill!
You keep talking as if we've met, mister.
Victor Fries? But you're...
If I'm no longer living, Batman,
you are the one who iced me.
Allow me to return the favor.
You?
I've had a makeover since our paths
last crossed.
I was just Victor Fries then,
common bank robber.
But I'd hit the big time.
Diamonds. The biggest score
of my former life.
No way I'm letting some bat-creep
throw me in the cooler.
The icy hand of fate led me
to that cryonics lab.
- My diamonds.
- Fries, no!
No!
I was electrocuted.
At the same instant,
the blood froze in my veins.
Was I still among the living?
Presumably, the experts would
determine that...
but I made their job easy for them.
My body had mutated.
Neither living nor dead.
I was a walking cryonic miracle.
Though some might consider me
a monstrosity.
It didn't take much for me to motivate
an expert in the field...
to produce a suit to contain
my frosty disposition.
Until I so choose to disperse it.
Thank you for creating me, Batman.
Now...
goodbye.
Police! Freeze!
As you wish.
Another time, then, Batman.
Unless you catch your death of cold.
- He's gone.
- But he left us a present.
Bennett here. Need paramedics. Fast.
Hey, while we're waiting,
we could take a peek.
Whoa, hold up.
Can't say I'm not curious, Yin,
but somehow it doesn't seem right.
Hey, Bats got into this pickle
because he was trying to stop Freeze.
I'm sure the Batman means well,
but he's still a vigilante.
And according to the law, Batman, that
makes you a criminal just like the rest.
Yin, hold up. What's that?
Something cold to drink, Master Bruce?
Master Bruce.
104.8. It's official, Master Bruce.
You are running a fever.
- Freeze.
- This Earl Grey will warm you.
No.
Freeze.
It's my fault he's what he is.
- Master Bruce?
- Yin was right.
I'm not helping the law.
I'm just breaking it.
Master Bruce, you really must rest.
Right, Alfred.
Maybe it is time for the Batman
to take a vacation.
A permanent one.
Baby, it's cold outside.
You there! Freeze!
I'm a criminal...
like the rest.
I should give it up.
I would be more than delighted
to encourage you...
to hang up the cape and cowl out of concern
for your general health and welfare.
But you would only hold it against me
once your fever broke...
and you came to your senses.
Master Bruce? Master Bruce?
Alfred?
Alfred?
Regained some of our fire, have we?
The Batman's needed.
I thought as much. That's why I've taken
the liberty of weatherproofing your suit.
The crime spree
of Mr. Freeze continues.
He was last seen entering
Gotham Municipal Park.
But the police, who entered in pursuit,
have yet to emerge.
Let it snow.
Now, don't forget your cough syrup.
We're gonna need arctic-survival gear if we
wanna get our men any closer to that dome.
Getting warm.
It was all too easy.
The diamonds, the police.
Challenges for an ordinary criminal.
It's clear now that I am destined
for more than this.
After all, you've made me
more than human.
Sorry, Vic, but I'm done taking credit
for your handiwork.
We both know you put yourself on ice.
I'm here to bring on the thaw.
Go on, then. Bring it!
Slick as ice, Batman.
But I won't need to see you
when you're buried!
You're finished, Batman.
I'm king of the mountain,
the new emperor of Gotham!
So get used to the weather.
No, Freeze. This is my mountain.
Cold always triumphs over heat.
Two words, Batman: snow tires.
Let's go.
Bats may be a criminal...
but he's my kind of criminal.
Hot tea and a lozenge, sir?
Cold drink on a warm beach?
The Batwave. Another time, then.
Tahiti will have to wait.
Gotham City is sizzling in a heat wave,
and there's no end in sight.
Sweltering weather we're having tonight.
Skipper, what's our procedure
in case of an iceberg?
An iceberg? In Gotham Bay? In this heat?
Little buddy, I guarantee we don't have
a procedure for...
Mayday! Mayday!
Weather's a bit muggy.
You are not welcome here, Mr....
Mr...?
Freeze will do.
Mr. Freeze, you do not have permission
to come aboard...
What do you want?
Ice.
- I don't understand.
- Think about it. Think fast.
Have an ice evening.
All crime fighting and no play make
Master Bruce an extremely dull boy.
Even the Batman deserves to go on holiday
once in a while, wouldn't you say?
Alfred, you know how stir-crazy I'd be
lying on some beach.
Which is why I've arranged
for an athletic retreat.
A way to hone the Batman's body
and reflexes.
Not to mention escape this heat wave.
You've booked reservations, haven't you?
If I go, it's only to make you happy.
The Batwave.
The mind-boggling jewelry theft
here at Gotham Harbor...
has left one man frozen solid...
not to mention an actual iceberg
floating in Gotham Bay.
Little is known about the bizarre
perpetrator calling himself Mr. Freeze.
There, you see. It's a sign.
A winter retreat is in your future.
What is that?
Will my husband be all right?
He's hypothermic, ma'am,
but he'll pull through.
No thanks to that maniac.
- So how'd he do it?
- Not sure.
But the victim seems to have been
flash-frozen.
- He walked on water?
- Froze it first.
Made a path of solid ice
straight to the shore.
Well, no sign of that now.
Trail went cold.
So to speak.
Trail wasn't quite cold enough.
Not in this weather.
Not cold enough to the naked eye.
But in infrared...
Freeze's trail is as clear as crystal.
And his trail leads clear across Gotham.
Mind if I help myself?
I didn't think so.
The choice cuts must be in the icebox.
Lovely little glaciers.
The Batman. I thought you would
never arrive.
I have been looking forward
to our reunion.
Reunion?
Exercise will keep you warm
for only so long.
Slowing, aren't we?
That would be the hypothermia
setting in.
We both recognize the symptoms.
Reaction time slows.
Reflexes grow sluggish.
Next come the hallucinations,
lack of consciousness...
and finally, the big chill!
You keep talking as if we've met, mister.
Victor Fries? But you're...
If I'm no longer living, Batman,
you are the one who iced me.
Allow me to return the favor.
You?
I've had a makeover since our paths
last crossed.
I was just Victor Fries then,
common bank robber.
But I'd hit the big time.
Diamonds. The biggest score
of my former life.
No way I'm letting some bat-creep
throw me in the cooler.
The icy hand of fate led me
to that cryonics lab.
- My diamonds.
- Fries, no!
No!
I was electrocuted.
At the same instant,
the blood froze in my veins.
Was I still among the living?
Presumably, the experts would
determine that...
but I made their job easy for them.
My body had mutated.
Neither living nor dead.
I was a walking cryonic miracle.
Though some might consider me
a monstrosity.
It didn't take much for me to motivate
an expert in the field...
to produce a suit to contain
my frosty disposition.
Until I so choose to disperse it.
Thank you for creating me, Batman.
Now...
goodbye.
Police! Freeze!
As you wish.
Another time, then, Batman.
Unless you catch your death of cold.
- He's gone.
- But he left us a present.
Bennett here. Need paramedics. Fast.
Hey, while we're waiting,
we could take a peek.
Whoa, hold up.
Can't say I'm not curious, Yin,
but somehow it doesn't seem right.
Hey, Bats got into this pickle
because he was trying to stop Freeze.
I'm sure the Batman means well,
but he's still a vigilante.
And according to the law, Batman, that
makes you a criminal just like the rest.
Yin, hold up. What's that?
Something cold to drink, Master Bruce?
Master Bruce.
104.8. It's official, Master Bruce.
You are running a fever.
- Freeze.
- This Earl Grey will warm you.
No.
Freeze.
It's my fault he's what he is.
- Master Bruce?
- Yin was right.
I'm not helping the law.
I'm just breaking it.
Master Bruce, you really must rest.
Right, Alfred.
Maybe it is time for the Batman
to take a vacation.
A permanent one.
Baby, it's cold outside.
You there! Freeze!
I'm a criminal...
like the rest.
I should give it up.
I would be more than delighted
to encourage you...
to hang up the cape and cowl out of concern
for your general health and welfare.
But you would only hold it against me
once your fever broke...
and you came to your senses.
Master Bruce? Master Bruce?
Alfred?
Alfred?
Regained some of our fire, have we?
The Batman's needed.
I thought as much. That's why I've taken
the liberty of weatherproofing your suit.
The crime spree
of Mr. Freeze continues.
He was last seen entering
Gotham Municipal Park.
But the police, who entered in pursuit,
have yet to emerge.
Let it snow.
Now, don't forget your cough syrup.
We're gonna need arctic-survival gear if we
wanna get our men any closer to that dome.
Getting warm.
It was all too easy.
The diamonds, the police.
Challenges for an ordinary criminal.
It's clear now that I am destined
for more than this.
After all, you've made me
more than human.
Sorry, Vic, but I'm done taking credit
for your handiwork.
We both know you put yourself on ice.
I'm here to bring on the thaw.
Go on, then. Bring it!
Slick as ice, Batman.
But I won't need to see you
when you're buried!
You're finished, Batman.
I'm king of the mountain,
the new emperor of Gotham!
So get used to the weather.
No, Freeze. This is my mountain.
Cold always triumphs over heat.
Two words, Batman: snow tires.
Let's go.
Bats may be a criminal...
but he's my kind of criminal.
Hot tea and a lozenge, sir?
Cold drink on a warm beach?
The Batwave. Another time, then.
Tahiti will have to wait.