The Batman (2004–2008): Season 2, Episode 10 - The Butler Did It - full transcript
Spellbinder, a three-eyed mystic with the ability to induce both hypnosis and visions, sets his sights on stealing the valuable Eye of Sarkana--mesmerizing Alfred to be his personal thief.
I saw what you did.
You leave me no choice, Alfred.
You're fired.
Alfred. Check it out.
All your work on the upcoming charity's
made you famous.
Thank goodness it isn't a mug shot,
Master Bruce.
Say again?
Merely a frightful dream I've been having
all night long.
These aren't my pajamas.
That isn't my mud.
Tell me more about this dream.
Well, Master Bruce, as silly as it may seem,
in the dream I was a...
Thief.
My father's heirloom.
I do fear the butler did it.
Let's go to instant replay.
Remind me not to leave out
any loose change.
I... I cannot remember
where I went from there.
Sleepwalking, kleptomania and amnesia?
I surely require professional help.
There has to be an explanation, Alfred.
I doubt we'll be seeing your mug shot
in the paper anytime soon.
The Duncan, McCue
and Wayne Foundations...
...are only hosting
the Blind Children's Charity auction.
The star of the event is a brilliant man...
...I had the honor of knowing
during my travels abroad:
The High Priest of Sarkana.
He's traveled all this way
to make a special donation to our cause:
The famous Eye of Sarkana.
And following the auction, my pad
will be host to a rousing reception...
...in the holy man's honor.
Say “cheese.“
Pardon the pun, McCue,
but I heard you were robbed blind last night.
And the thief made off
with a real painting.
Funny thing,
there was no sign of a break-in.
The police seem to think
it was some sort of...
...inside job.
It's my butler.
Charles, where are you going?
I better check on my butler.
That blasted vase
must be here somewhere.
Bring the valuables to me.
Alfred?
Now it's time for professional help.
Sometimes, planting a homing device
pays off.
Pull over.
OK, time to hitch a ride.
Alfred, snap out of it.
Hypnosis.
Alfred, I command you to obey me.
Sorry.
Like clockwork.
Actually...
...there was one hitch.
Now, you're a sight.
Get a grip. They're hallucinations.
Really vivid hallucinations.
Fool.
Attack!
Finish him.
Dreams must end upon waking.
But know you've disrupted nothing
but a rehearsal.
The Batwave.
After stealing from you twice
and having a punch-up with The Batman...
...I should hope
you'd have my head examined.
Everything appears normal, Alfred.
Then you and I
were simply victims of hypnosis?
Not “we.“
When the Batwave sounded...
...it jarred you and the other butlers
from your trance.
But my hallucinations continued.
Hallucinations so powerful, they could only
be the work of a Spellbinder.
A Spellbinder, sir?
During my studies in the Far East,
I learned of a remote temple...
...whose monks performed
a particularly intense form of meditation...
...believed to lead to that
which only few could achieve:
The mystic power of the third eye.
A state of awareness so pure or potent,
one could project one's visions into reality.
So our three-eyed scoundrel possesses
an enlightened mind and a corrupted soul.
If last night was only a rehearsal,
I believe he's after a fourth eye.
The Sarkana gemstone?
And since Spellbinder
managed to implant...
...you and the butlers
with hypnotic suggestions...
...he'll no doubt trigger you three
to steal it for him.
Me? Steal from charity?
You must lock me up at once!
Well, it's no Arkham Asylum,
but it should hold you.
I shall be quite comfortable here, sir.
Perhaps just some leading.
And a spot of tea.
Oh, and a telly.
To view live auction coverage...
...of The Batman
trouncing thieving butlers, of course.
Right away then, sir.
How do you intend to resist
the hallucinations...
...upon your next encounter?
By relying on my training.
The only defense against a Spellbinder
is strength of mind.
And there's the High Priest of Sarkana
holding the box...
...containing the fabled
Eye of Sarkana gemstone.
...set to be auctioned
to benefit the Blind Children's Charity...
...just as soon as our other host,
Bruce Wayne, arrives.
No sign of any zombie butlers there...
...or here...
...yet.
- Where's Wayne?
- This is embarrassing.
Zombie billionaires?
Spellbinder got to the whole
blasted lot of us.
But how?
The photographer!
He was Spellbinder.
He used the photo shoots
to implant us with hypnotic suggestion...
---triggered later by the sight of any clock
at his predesignated time.
And now The Batman's
searching for butlers...
...when, in fact,
he should be seeking himself.
No sign of marauding butlers,
and the auction's set to...
Bring the Eye of Sarkana to me.
Oh, dear.
If The Batman is found hypnotized,
Spellbinder might well discover...
...that he and Bruce Wayne
are one and the same.
Of course! The Batwave could break
Master Bruce's spell.
Blast. Think, Pennyworth .
There must be a way out.
Right, then.
And to help these children
to know the power of inner sight...
...my temple humbly presents
the Eye of Sarkana.
- Where is it?
- It's gone.
- What? What happened?
- I don't see it.
My eye candy.
Quite a sticky wicket.
You should never have put yourself
in my sights again.
Or are things not quite as they appear?
The Batman I most certainly am not.
Yes.
Hypnotized.
Could it be...
...that you are...?
Master Bruce, snap out of it!
Blind-sided by a cheap trick.
It's what I do.
Well, here's looking at you.
Mine.
Years of meditation,
to become a common thief?
It seems that you are blind
to the stone's true value.
The Eye of Sarkana
will enhance my mystic power.
You saw what I could do before.
Now feel it!
A strong mind perceives its own reality.
Question is, how strong is your mind?
A treat for all of the senses...
...wouldn't you say, Batman?
A strong mind perceives its own reality.
Its own reality.
Its own reality!
Spellbinder.
What do you know. An eye for an eye.
“Recovered Gemstone
Fetches Eye-popping Sum for Charity.“
Well done, sir.
And this time it's Spellbinder
whose photo made the paper.
Well, now that the gem
and our prized heirloom are back in hand...
...if you don't mind, Master Bruce...
...I would like to make up the sleep I've lost
with an afternoon nap.
Pleasant dreams, Alfred.
Oh, no dreams, sir.
I think we both had an eyeful.
You leave me no choice, Alfred.
You're fired.
Alfred. Check it out.
All your work on the upcoming charity's
made you famous.
Thank goodness it isn't a mug shot,
Master Bruce.
Say again?
Merely a frightful dream I've been having
all night long.
These aren't my pajamas.
That isn't my mud.
Tell me more about this dream.
Well, Master Bruce, as silly as it may seem,
in the dream I was a...
Thief.
My father's heirloom.
I do fear the butler did it.
Let's go to instant replay.
Remind me not to leave out
any loose change.
I... I cannot remember
where I went from there.
Sleepwalking, kleptomania and amnesia?
I surely require professional help.
There has to be an explanation, Alfred.
I doubt we'll be seeing your mug shot
in the paper anytime soon.
The Duncan, McCue
and Wayne Foundations...
...are only hosting
the Blind Children's Charity auction.
The star of the event is a brilliant man...
...I had the honor of knowing
during my travels abroad:
The High Priest of Sarkana.
He's traveled all this way
to make a special donation to our cause:
The famous Eye of Sarkana.
And following the auction, my pad
will be host to a rousing reception...
...in the holy man's honor.
Say “cheese.“
Pardon the pun, McCue,
but I heard you were robbed blind last night.
And the thief made off
with a real painting.
Funny thing,
there was no sign of a break-in.
The police seem to think
it was some sort of...
...inside job.
It's my butler.
Charles, where are you going?
I better check on my butler.
That blasted vase
must be here somewhere.
Bring the valuables to me.
Alfred?
Now it's time for professional help.
Sometimes, planting a homing device
pays off.
Pull over.
OK, time to hitch a ride.
Alfred, snap out of it.
Hypnosis.
Alfred, I command you to obey me.
Sorry.
Like clockwork.
Actually...
...there was one hitch.
Now, you're a sight.
Get a grip. They're hallucinations.
Really vivid hallucinations.
Fool.
Attack!
Finish him.
Dreams must end upon waking.
But know you've disrupted nothing
but a rehearsal.
The Batwave.
After stealing from you twice
and having a punch-up with The Batman...
...I should hope
you'd have my head examined.
Everything appears normal, Alfred.
Then you and I
were simply victims of hypnosis?
Not “we.“
When the Batwave sounded...
...it jarred you and the other butlers
from your trance.
But my hallucinations continued.
Hallucinations so powerful, they could only
be the work of a Spellbinder.
A Spellbinder, sir?
During my studies in the Far East,
I learned of a remote temple...
...whose monks performed
a particularly intense form of meditation...
...believed to lead to that
which only few could achieve:
The mystic power of the third eye.
A state of awareness so pure or potent,
one could project one's visions into reality.
So our three-eyed scoundrel possesses
an enlightened mind and a corrupted soul.
If last night was only a rehearsal,
I believe he's after a fourth eye.
The Sarkana gemstone?
And since Spellbinder
managed to implant...
...you and the butlers
with hypnotic suggestions...
...he'll no doubt trigger you three
to steal it for him.
Me? Steal from charity?
You must lock me up at once!
Well, it's no Arkham Asylum,
but it should hold you.
I shall be quite comfortable here, sir.
Perhaps just some leading.
And a spot of tea.
Oh, and a telly.
To view live auction coverage...
...of The Batman
trouncing thieving butlers, of course.
Right away then, sir.
How do you intend to resist
the hallucinations...
...upon your next encounter?
By relying on my training.
The only defense against a Spellbinder
is strength of mind.
And there's the High Priest of Sarkana
holding the box...
...containing the fabled
Eye of Sarkana gemstone.
...set to be auctioned
to benefit the Blind Children's Charity...
...just as soon as our other host,
Bruce Wayne, arrives.
No sign of any zombie butlers there...
...or here...
...yet.
- Where's Wayne?
- This is embarrassing.
Zombie billionaires?
Spellbinder got to the whole
blasted lot of us.
But how?
The photographer!
He was Spellbinder.
He used the photo shoots
to implant us with hypnotic suggestion...
---triggered later by the sight of any clock
at his predesignated time.
And now The Batman's
searching for butlers...
...when, in fact,
he should be seeking himself.
No sign of marauding butlers,
and the auction's set to...
Bring the Eye of Sarkana to me.
Oh, dear.
If The Batman is found hypnotized,
Spellbinder might well discover...
...that he and Bruce Wayne
are one and the same.
Of course! The Batwave could break
Master Bruce's spell.
Blast. Think, Pennyworth .
There must be a way out.
Right, then.
And to help these children
to know the power of inner sight...
...my temple humbly presents
the Eye of Sarkana.
- Where is it?
- It's gone.
- What? What happened?
- I don't see it.
My eye candy.
Quite a sticky wicket.
You should never have put yourself
in my sights again.
Or are things not quite as they appear?
The Batman I most certainly am not.
Yes.
Hypnotized.
Could it be...
...that you are...?
Master Bruce, snap out of it!
Blind-sided by a cheap trick.
It's what I do.
Well, here's looking at you.
Mine.
Years of meditation,
to become a common thief?
It seems that you are blind
to the stone's true value.
The Eye of Sarkana
will enhance my mystic power.
You saw what I could do before.
Now feel it!
A strong mind perceives its own reality.
Question is, how strong is your mind?
A treat for all of the senses...
...wouldn't you say, Batman?
A strong mind perceives its own reality.
Its own reality.
Its own reality!
Spellbinder.
What do you know. An eye for an eye.
“Recovered Gemstone
Fetches Eye-popping Sum for Charity.“
Well done, sir.
And this time it's Spellbinder
whose photo made the paper.
Well, now that the gem
and our prized heirloom are back in hand...
...if you don't mind, Master Bruce...
...I would like to make up the sleep I've lost
with an afternoon nap.
Pleasant dreams, Alfred.
Oh, no dreams, sir.
I think we both had an eyeful.