The Batman (2004–2008): Season 3, Episode 2 - Batgirl Begins: Part 2 - full transcript
After a chemical accident transforms her into a half-human half-plant being, Pam Isley takes the name Poison Ivy and sets out to destroy Gotham's environmental polluters.
Hey, me again, Barbara Gordon.
"Sidekick hopeful"
and commissioner's kid.
Let's get you up to speed.
- Proceed with your mission,
- Temblor.
Third building
Temblor's taken out this week
and we still can't nail
a pattern.
He's work for hire.
I just hope you're not out
with Pamela Isley again.
Pam's a bad seed.
And don't even get me started
on your whole Chloromulch-brand
mutated super vegetables.
Barb, I'm concerned
you're on your way
to blowing your shot
at the Olympics.
I have a new target for you.
I want you to destroy
the corporate headquarters
of Chlorogene.
Barb, law enforcement
is dangerous work.
I don't want that life for you.
Batwave traced the messages
to their source,
Pamela Isley.
Red, you have to stop this.
And here I thought
we were two peas in a pod.
Temblor wasn't too happy
to find out
his boss was a teenybopper.
The Batman.
He is awesome.
No!
Catch all that?
We'll "pop quiz" you later.
'Cause right now,
things are about to get thorny.
Huh?
Uh. We must've hit
something.
I didn't see a thing.
Mm.
Barb, it could have been you
in the back of
that ambulance tonight.
I know you wanted
to help your friend.
But you need to leave
police work to the police.
Is that what you tell
the Batman?
The Bat's a special case.
I mean, you can't compare...
Probably him now.
"Hello, commissioner,
it's the Batman.
Care to go bowling?"
Gordon. What?
You can't find Isley?
I'm on my way.
The Dark Knight
has a green thumb?
This leave-behind
is my only lead, Alfred.
And so far, it's definitely
not garden-variety.
Huh?
What's happening?
Pop's never gonna let me work
in law enforcement...
not after
what happened tonight.
Guess it's back to gymnastics.
Unless...
Mild-mannered Olympic hero
by day,
butt-kicking Batwoman
by night.
"Who is that masked woman?"
the commissioner wonders.
Whoa.
Sit. Uh, uh... Stay.
No, wait, you're a plant.
Don't do anything.
Aagh!
Prepare to suffer
the wrath of Mother Nature.
Destroy her!
Psyche.
What's up, red?
Pam? What happened to you?
Just a fab makeover:
Green is the new red.
And I'm gonna use my powers
to avenge crimes
against nature.
We can do it together, red,
the two of us.
And I'm betting Chlorogene
will listen to me this time.
Hey, sounds great.
Except for the fact
that you're a plant.
Ivy, to be exact.
Poison Ivy.
Think about it, red.
I gotta call Dad.
No wait.
She'll just wind up behind bars.
I have to be the one
to help Pam.
Without Dad knowing.
But I can't do it alone.
The Bat-Signal isn't a toy,
Miss Gordon.
Didn't have your cell number.
But this is urgent.
Pam Isley came to see me,
but she's calling herself
Poison Ivy now
and, well, how do I put this?
She was part plant.
It all fits.
It does?
A plant particle
I found at the scene
at the scene
of Pamela's disappearance
contained traces of steroids
made by Chlorogene.
When Pamela was contaminated,
her biochemistry was altered.
Then come on, let's save Pam.
I'll do everything in my power
to help your friend, Barbara.
What? Wait...
Wait a minute.
But you haven't even seen
my costume.
Huh?
Police.
Tonight marks the end
of an era for Chlorogene.
So get ready,
because it's hostile takeover
time.
Consider the fate
of Chlorogene a warning, Gotham.
Mother Nature just got herself
some muscle.
Pamela.
You're not well,
let me help you.
Batman.
Thanks, but I have
all the help I need.
Batman, look out.
Hiya.
A Batgirl.
Hm. Who knew you had
a sidekick?
I don't.
FYI, it's Batwoman.
Either way, you're Batmeat.
Ivy, time to give up.
Tried that.
She's not interested.
Maybe she'll be
interested in this.
Nice aim.
I'll be practicing that.
Your friend still has lots
to learn, Batman.
Teach her how to survive
a fall yet?
Whoa!
Whoa.
You're good at this.
No time to babysit.
Gone.
Okay.
Here goes nothing.
Let me make myself clear.
There's no room
for a Batgirl in Gotham.
That's cool,
because it's Batwoman.
As in, I'm a grown woman
and don't need to listen to you.
Then for your own safety,
if you won't listen to me,
I'm gonna have to tell
your father, Miss Gordon.
Uh, you must have me confused
with someone else.
Oh, dude,
you just broke the superhero
secret identity code.
Good evening,
commish.
Pamela?
What do you think
you're doing?
Trying to make the world
a better place for plants.
Let go of me.
As you command.
Magic spores.
Mother Nature's
mind control.
A little help here?
Of course.
Up you go.
Freeze, Pamela.
It doesn't have to be this way.
Actually, commish, it does.
Because the only law
Poison Ivy answers to
is the law of the jungle.
A Batgirl, sir?
Perhaps I should equip
the Batcave with a doggie door,
should Bat-Hound decide
to join the gang.
Barbara doesn't know what
she's getting herself into.
I'm gonna have
to tell her father.
The Batwave reports
that James Gordon has just been
kidnapped by Poison Ivy.
Isn't nature fascinating, Jimbo?
For instance, all that
struggling you're doing there,
that lets
this carnivorous plant know
it's captured food.
Hm. Let me show you.
Hm.
Cool, huh?
Some first day as a sidekick.
I failed to stop Ivy,
my aim needs work
and I blew my secret identity.
As I wondered whether or not
I should quit
my crime-fighting career,
my world got rocked. Again.
Breaking news:
Police Commissioner Gordon
was abducted a short time ago
by a new super-villain
calling herself Poison Ivy.
No word on whether or not...
Dad.
I'll quit tomorrow.
Batman, it's a trap.
Well, well.
A weed in the garden.
Whack it, boys.
No, you're not experiencing
déjà vu.
This is where we began.
And if you remember,
Ivy used her mind control mojo
on Batman,
I made my triumphant return
as Batgirl,
so I could rescue Pop,
and then the big bat
was asked to eliminate
his favorite sidekick.
So now that you know
how I got into this mess,
the question becomes,
"How do I get out?"
Think I need to knock
some sense back into him.
Yah!
Hello, remember me?
Plucky sidekick?
Sidekick, huh?
And he's back.
He's back just in time
to witness the commissioner
become plant food.
Dad.
I'll get the commissioner.
No, wait.
Huh?
Amateur.
Come on, focus.
Bull's-eye.
All in the wrist.
Ivy.
Catch.
Aaagh!
Hiya.
Mow 'em down.
Can't ice me
if you can't hit me.
Whoa!
Ugh. Agh!
The thing about plants,
love water.
Missed me.
No!
I, uh, owe you
my thanks, Batgirl.
It's Batwo...
Forget it.
Batgirl it is.
Okay, then, gotta go.
Uh, you take care now, citizen.
Another red?
Huh? What are the chances?
So still plan
on telling my dad?
Not every child gets
the opportunity
to rescue their parent.
I'm sure he'd be grateful
if you decided to tell him.
I'll take that as a "no."
As you can see,
everything ended quite nicely.
Well, maybe "ended"
isn't the right word.
Because this, my friends,
is only the beginning.
Whoo!
"Sidekick hopeful"
and commissioner's kid.
Let's get you up to speed.
- Proceed with your mission,
- Temblor.
Third building
Temblor's taken out this week
and we still can't nail
a pattern.
He's work for hire.
I just hope you're not out
with Pamela Isley again.
Pam's a bad seed.
And don't even get me started
on your whole Chloromulch-brand
mutated super vegetables.
Barb, I'm concerned
you're on your way
to blowing your shot
at the Olympics.
I have a new target for you.
I want you to destroy
the corporate headquarters
of Chlorogene.
Barb, law enforcement
is dangerous work.
I don't want that life for you.
Batwave traced the messages
to their source,
Pamela Isley.
Red, you have to stop this.
And here I thought
we were two peas in a pod.
Temblor wasn't too happy
to find out
his boss was a teenybopper.
The Batman.
He is awesome.
No!
Catch all that?
We'll "pop quiz" you later.
'Cause right now,
things are about to get thorny.
Huh?
Uh. We must've hit
something.
I didn't see a thing.
Mm.
Barb, it could have been you
in the back of
that ambulance tonight.
I know you wanted
to help your friend.
But you need to leave
police work to the police.
Is that what you tell
the Batman?
The Bat's a special case.
I mean, you can't compare...
Probably him now.
"Hello, commissioner,
it's the Batman.
Care to go bowling?"
Gordon. What?
You can't find Isley?
I'm on my way.
The Dark Knight
has a green thumb?
This leave-behind
is my only lead, Alfred.
And so far, it's definitely
not garden-variety.
Huh?
What's happening?
Pop's never gonna let me work
in law enforcement...
not after
what happened tonight.
Guess it's back to gymnastics.
Unless...
Mild-mannered Olympic hero
by day,
butt-kicking Batwoman
by night.
"Who is that masked woman?"
the commissioner wonders.
Whoa.
Sit. Uh, uh... Stay.
No, wait, you're a plant.
Don't do anything.
Aagh!
Prepare to suffer
the wrath of Mother Nature.
Destroy her!
Psyche.
What's up, red?
Pam? What happened to you?
Just a fab makeover:
Green is the new red.
And I'm gonna use my powers
to avenge crimes
against nature.
We can do it together, red,
the two of us.
And I'm betting Chlorogene
will listen to me this time.
Hey, sounds great.
Except for the fact
that you're a plant.
Ivy, to be exact.
Poison Ivy.
Think about it, red.
I gotta call Dad.
No wait.
She'll just wind up behind bars.
I have to be the one
to help Pam.
Without Dad knowing.
But I can't do it alone.
The Bat-Signal isn't a toy,
Miss Gordon.
Didn't have your cell number.
But this is urgent.
Pam Isley came to see me,
but she's calling herself
Poison Ivy now
and, well, how do I put this?
She was part plant.
It all fits.
It does?
A plant particle
I found at the scene
at the scene
of Pamela's disappearance
contained traces of steroids
made by Chlorogene.
When Pamela was contaminated,
her biochemistry was altered.
Then come on, let's save Pam.
I'll do everything in my power
to help your friend, Barbara.
What? Wait...
Wait a minute.
But you haven't even seen
my costume.
Huh?
Police.
Tonight marks the end
of an era for Chlorogene.
So get ready,
because it's hostile takeover
time.
Consider the fate
of Chlorogene a warning, Gotham.
Mother Nature just got herself
some muscle.
Pamela.
You're not well,
let me help you.
Batman.
Thanks, but I have
all the help I need.
Batman, look out.
Hiya.
A Batgirl.
Hm. Who knew you had
a sidekick?
I don't.
FYI, it's Batwoman.
Either way, you're Batmeat.
Ivy, time to give up.
Tried that.
She's not interested.
Maybe she'll be
interested in this.
Nice aim.
I'll be practicing that.
Your friend still has lots
to learn, Batman.
Teach her how to survive
a fall yet?
Whoa!
Whoa.
You're good at this.
No time to babysit.
Gone.
Okay.
Here goes nothing.
Let me make myself clear.
There's no room
for a Batgirl in Gotham.
That's cool,
because it's Batwoman.
As in, I'm a grown woman
and don't need to listen to you.
Then for your own safety,
if you won't listen to me,
I'm gonna have to tell
your father, Miss Gordon.
Uh, you must have me confused
with someone else.
Oh, dude,
you just broke the superhero
secret identity code.
Good evening,
commish.
Pamela?
What do you think
you're doing?
Trying to make the world
a better place for plants.
Let go of me.
As you command.
Magic spores.
Mother Nature's
mind control.
A little help here?
Of course.
Up you go.
Freeze, Pamela.
It doesn't have to be this way.
Actually, commish, it does.
Because the only law
Poison Ivy answers to
is the law of the jungle.
A Batgirl, sir?
Perhaps I should equip
the Batcave with a doggie door,
should Bat-Hound decide
to join the gang.
Barbara doesn't know what
she's getting herself into.
I'm gonna have
to tell her father.
The Batwave reports
that James Gordon has just been
kidnapped by Poison Ivy.
Isn't nature fascinating, Jimbo?
For instance, all that
struggling you're doing there,
that lets
this carnivorous plant know
it's captured food.
Hm. Let me show you.
Hm.
Cool, huh?
Some first day as a sidekick.
I failed to stop Ivy,
my aim needs work
and I blew my secret identity.
As I wondered whether or not
I should quit
my crime-fighting career,
my world got rocked. Again.
Breaking news:
Police Commissioner Gordon
was abducted a short time ago
by a new super-villain
calling herself Poison Ivy.
No word on whether or not...
Dad.
I'll quit tomorrow.
Batman, it's a trap.
Well, well.
A weed in the garden.
Whack it, boys.
No, you're not experiencing
déjà vu.
This is where we began.
And if you remember,
Ivy used her mind control mojo
on Batman,
I made my triumphant return
as Batgirl,
so I could rescue Pop,
and then the big bat
was asked to eliminate
his favorite sidekick.
So now that you know
how I got into this mess,
the question becomes,
"How do I get out?"
Think I need to knock
some sense back into him.
Yah!
Hello, remember me?
Plucky sidekick?
Sidekick, huh?
And he's back.
He's back just in time
to witness the commissioner
become plant food.
Dad.
I'll get the commissioner.
No, wait.
Huh?
Amateur.
Come on, focus.
Bull's-eye.
All in the wrist.
Ivy.
Catch.
Aaagh!
Hiya.
Mow 'em down.
Can't ice me
if you can't hit me.
Whoa!
Ugh. Agh!
The thing about plants,
love water.
Missed me.
No!
I, uh, owe you
my thanks, Batgirl.
It's Batwo...
Forget it.
Batgirl it is.
Okay, then, gotta go.
Uh, you take care now, citizen.
Another red?
Huh? What are the chances?
So still plan
on telling my dad?
Not every child gets
the opportunity
to rescue their parent.
I'm sure he'd be grateful
if you decided to tell him.
I'll take that as a "no."
As you can see,
everything ended quite nicely.
Well, maybe "ended"
isn't the right word.
Because this, my friends,
is only the beginning.
Whoo!