The Batman (2004–2008): Season 4, Episode 7 - Artifacts - full transcript
Twenty years from now, Gotham City is terrorized by a dangerous villain from its past. The city must discover how to defend itself from this threat without the Batman.
We're through. We found it.
We found a cave, Moira.
Not necessarily the cave.
This is it. You know it is.
We found the Batcave.
Archaeological log.
Grey reporting.
We seem to have found definitive proof
that ancient Gotham's legendary Batman...
long thought to be a myth,
actually existed.
The time is exactly 1900 hours.
The date is August 8th, 3027.
Remember, don't disturb any artifacts...
until your recorder's taken
a complete 3-D scan.
Grey! Over here.
We think this was some kind
of primitive computer, but...
This was just the user interface, Moira.
The memory engrams may still be preserved.
If the data we need is lost,
all of New Gotham will be destroyed.
You need to get this machine online.
Do you know how old this tech is?
What you're asking is impossible.
Find a way.
And remember,
time is not a luxury we have.
I still can't believe we found the place.
You know, when I was a kid...
my father read tales of the Bat to me
every night before bed.
He always said the stories were true.
Smart man, your father.
Full scan complete?
- It's the Batmobile, isn't it?
- Let's find out.
It's exactly how I imagined it.
Batman. Confirmed sighting.
He's at Gotham Airport.
Batman? Batman, do you read?
What do you read anyway? After all
these years, I never thought to ask.
Mystery stories?
Romance novels? The Sunday comics?
I read, Oracle. Loud and clear.
I'm heading to the airport.
It's the headaches again, isn't it?
Ever think that's mother nature's way
of telling you...
that you should be playing
bingo right now?
I'm fine.
Today it ends.
This dance can't go on forever.
Are you sure this
homemade anti-Freeze is gonna work?
I've spent years studying Freeze's
cryogenic biology and how to neutralize it.
It will work.
It better, because you know
I am not a fan of Plan B.
Try again, Batman.
We didn't pierce the exo-suit.
Guess it's time for Plan B.
Great.
The Dark Knight returns.
Batman,
I've tapped into air traffic control.
Gotham Tower has re-routed all flights.
Good.
You'd think so. But a cargo plane
from Africa was already on final approach.
It's out of fuel,
and its wings are icing over.
The pilot's issued a mayday.
He has to land. Now.
Oracle, the Batmobile.
Huh?
When did this get so hard?
Time, Batman, has made you weak.
Slow, irrelevant.
Facts you refuse to accept. Pathetic.
Freeze, a man's life is at stake.
That plane needs to land.
And land it will.
Crash-land.
Do it.
That's more like it.
No wonder this place is still standing.
It's been secured
with titanium reinforcements.
This much titanium in the 21st century?
It must have cost a fortune.
Who was this Batman?
We'll probably never know.
The details have been lost to time.
Maybe not.
According to records we found...
the estate that was once above this cave
was owned by a Dr. Thomas Wayne.
We can't be certain,
but I bet he was the Batman...
which means his wife Martha
may have been the Batwoman...
and their young son, Bruce,
the Red-Robin.
- The Red-what?
- I'll show you.
The Batsuit.
Vacuum-sealed. Perfectly preserved.
Look how small
the Red-Robin's uniform is.
I never realized
Batman's partner was so young.
The upgraded Freeze 2.0 comes
complete with flameproof cybernetics...
and a shatterproof internal liquid
nitrogen supply.
It's why your cold medicine didn't work.
Oracle, the plane.
Chill, Batman. I sent up a flare.
Robin's on his way.
Maybe you didn't get the memo, Oracle.
But I've been going by Nightwing
for, oh, about a decade or so.
Oh, yeah.
I don't know why
I can't remember that.
Maybe I should try saying it
10 times in a row.
Nightwing, Nightwing, Nightwing...
Wing de-icers are at
maximum capacity and losing ground.
Oracle, take control.
Why? You got something better to do?
Kind of. Yeah.
Mayday! Mayday!
Please stow all tray tables
and unfasten your seat belt.
What are you doing? Whoa!
Whoa!
Get out of here!
- Whoa!
- Oracle...
Way ahead of you, Wingnut.
I've alerted Commissioner Yin
and Chief Bennett...
that the pilot's headed their way.
They've evacuated the airport
and their men have the place surrounded.
Which means that they're still waiting for
us to do the heavy lifting, right, Batman?
Batman?
Sit this one out. I can handle Freeze.
Maybe it's time to pass the torch.
I'll pass the torch
when the mission's over.
We both know
the mission will never be over.
Where is it?
Ah, The African Star.
A diamond, Freeze?
You brought
that plane down for a diamond?
Diamonds are the hardest
substance in the world, Batman.
I knew it was the only thing
that could survive the crash.
After all these years,
you're still nothing but a cheap crook.
As I've been trying to tell Batman,
things change.
You see, Batman, the African Star
is no ordinary diamond.
Its uniquely perfect structure
will allow it...
to act as an energy amplifier
for my cryo-cannon.
A machine with the power to alter
this city's weather forever.
You think you got
one more in you, old man?
I'm just hoping you can keep up, Robin.
It's almost poetic, don't you think,
that that which is most precious to me...
diamonds, will allow me
to achieve my ultimate dream.
Turning Gotham into a frozen kingdom
over which I will rule.
It's over, Batman.
You've given this city
all you have to give.
Now, it's time to sleep.
So, what was it that
finally defeated the Bat?
That's something
probably lost to history.
I'd like to think old age.
Grey. Progress report.
Ah, yes, commissioner.
We've made a number
of important historical discoveries.
Forget history.
Have you found what we need today?
No, sir. Nothing yet.
Nothing that will solve our problem.
Grey, it's not a problem. It's a crisis.
Find something and find it fast.
Before New Gotham
enters another Ice Age.
- Freeze.
- Whatever.
Somehow, this thousand-year-old monster
is destroying our city...
and we can't seem to stop him.
Everyone is depending
on you and your team, Grey.
What's the status of that computer?
We found data storage.
If the code's recoverable, we'll have it
on line in a matter of minutes.
An antique wheelchair.
The Wayne's employed
an Alfred Pennyworth for decades...
who would have been
quite old near the end.
This must have belonged to him.
Batman, come in. Come in, Nightwing.
There's still no answer, Alfred.
Radio must be down.
He's always seemed to think
he wasn't doing his job...
unless he worried me half to death.
I'm certain he's fine, Oracle.
Lopez Hair Removal. This is Jose.
It's Dad, Barbara.
Just wanted to check in on you.
You know, with everything
that's going on.
There's nothing for you to worry about.
And I am kind of busy right now.
Well, if you weren't so mysterious
about that job of yours...
maybe I wouldn't have
to worry about you so much.
You never stood
a chance against me, Batman.
Sorry, Dad, I gotta go.
Love you. See you tomorrow.
Okay, goodnight, Barbara.
Love you too.
Batman's remotely ordered the Batwing
to fire on his position.
I can't override it.
Fire on himself? Oh, dear.
Senility has finally set in.
Huh?
Thanks for the ice pack, Freeze.
All you did was numb the pain.
Diamonds cut even the hardest glass.
How's that for poetic justice?
No!
Oh, no.
Not bad, old man. No sign of Freeze.
Which means the mission isn't over.
The Cryo-Chamber.
Cold enough to put me on ice.
Until someone wakes me up
and puts me back together...
in a future without the Batman.
Still can't believe some fool woke Frost up
and put him back together.
It's not all bad.
Freeze's revival
forced us to look for Batman.
And we found him.
We didn't find Batman.
We found artifacts.
Lots of pretty things, but unless
we recover that data, nothing of substance.
It's no use.
This machine just wasn't built
to hold code for a thousand years.
The memory engrams
are hopelessly degraded.
Unacceptable! Get us access!
Can't be done, I'm sorry.
- Grey, your hand.
- It's nothing, it's just a scratch.
A scratch with a pattern.
The titanium.
- Grey, what do you...?
- Binary code.
The titanium's covered with binary code.
Batman knew that couldn't survive
on his primitive computer...
so he found another way.
Have we scanned it all?
Can you translate it?
Yes. Yes.
Here we go.
Welcome.
If you're viewing this message,
I can only assume one thing...
the mission isn't over.
- State the nature of the emergency.
- Dr. Frost.
Mr. Freeze.
Beautiful.
I love the future.
Especially since it's 100 percent Bat-free.
If you believe that, Freeze,
the cold must be numbing your brain.
What?
No. It's not possible.
There's nowhere you can run.
But I waited a thousand years.
You can't still be here.
And yet I am here.
And always will be here
to stop you, Freeze.
Always.
No.
- It can't be.
- Freeze!
No!
Mission accomplished.
We did it, Grey.
But not without the Batman.
Even a thousand years into the future...
he refused to leave
Gotham unprotected.
Time changes nearly everything.
But the mission and the legend
of the Batman lives on.
We found a cave, Moira.
Not necessarily the cave.
This is it. You know it is.
We found the Batcave.
Archaeological log.
Grey reporting.
We seem to have found definitive proof
that ancient Gotham's legendary Batman...
long thought to be a myth,
actually existed.
The time is exactly 1900 hours.
The date is August 8th, 3027.
Remember, don't disturb any artifacts...
until your recorder's taken
a complete 3-D scan.
Grey! Over here.
We think this was some kind
of primitive computer, but...
This was just the user interface, Moira.
The memory engrams may still be preserved.
If the data we need is lost,
all of New Gotham will be destroyed.
You need to get this machine online.
Do you know how old this tech is?
What you're asking is impossible.
Find a way.
And remember,
time is not a luxury we have.
I still can't believe we found the place.
You know, when I was a kid...
my father read tales of the Bat to me
every night before bed.
He always said the stories were true.
Smart man, your father.
Full scan complete?
- It's the Batmobile, isn't it?
- Let's find out.
It's exactly how I imagined it.
Batman. Confirmed sighting.
He's at Gotham Airport.
Batman? Batman, do you read?
What do you read anyway? After all
these years, I never thought to ask.
Mystery stories?
Romance novels? The Sunday comics?
I read, Oracle. Loud and clear.
I'm heading to the airport.
It's the headaches again, isn't it?
Ever think that's mother nature's way
of telling you...
that you should be playing
bingo right now?
I'm fine.
Today it ends.
This dance can't go on forever.
Are you sure this
homemade anti-Freeze is gonna work?
I've spent years studying Freeze's
cryogenic biology and how to neutralize it.
It will work.
It better, because you know
I am not a fan of Plan B.
Try again, Batman.
We didn't pierce the exo-suit.
Guess it's time for Plan B.
Great.
The Dark Knight returns.
Batman,
I've tapped into air traffic control.
Gotham Tower has re-routed all flights.
Good.
You'd think so. But a cargo plane
from Africa was already on final approach.
It's out of fuel,
and its wings are icing over.
The pilot's issued a mayday.
He has to land. Now.
Oracle, the Batmobile.
Huh?
When did this get so hard?
Time, Batman, has made you weak.
Slow, irrelevant.
Facts you refuse to accept. Pathetic.
Freeze, a man's life is at stake.
That plane needs to land.
And land it will.
Crash-land.
Do it.
That's more like it.
No wonder this place is still standing.
It's been secured
with titanium reinforcements.
This much titanium in the 21st century?
It must have cost a fortune.
Who was this Batman?
We'll probably never know.
The details have been lost to time.
Maybe not.
According to records we found...
the estate that was once above this cave
was owned by a Dr. Thomas Wayne.
We can't be certain,
but I bet he was the Batman...
which means his wife Martha
may have been the Batwoman...
and their young son, Bruce,
the Red-Robin.
- The Red-what?
- I'll show you.
The Batsuit.
Vacuum-sealed. Perfectly preserved.
Look how small
the Red-Robin's uniform is.
I never realized
Batman's partner was so young.
The upgraded Freeze 2.0 comes
complete with flameproof cybernetics...
and a shatterproof internal liquid
nitrogen supply.
It's why your cold medicine didn't work.
Oracle, the plane.
Chill, Batman. I sent up a flare.
Robin's on his way.
Maybe you didn't get the memo, Oracle.
But I've been going by Nightwing
for, oh, about a decade or so.
Oh, yeah.
I don't know why
I can't remember that.
Maybe I should try saying it
10 times in a row.
Nightwing, Nightwing, Nightwing...
Wing de-icers are at
maximum capacity and losing ground.
Oracle, take control.
Why? You got something better to do?
Kind of. Yeah.
Mayday! Mayday!
Please stow all tray tables
and unfasten your seat belt.
What are you doing? Whoa!
Whoa!
Get out of here!
- Whoa!
- Oracle...
Way ahead of you, Wingnut.
I've alerted Commissioner Yin
and Chief Bennett...
that the pilot's headed their way.
They've evacuated the airport
and their men have the place surrounded.
Which means that they're still waiting for
us to do the heavy lifting, right, Batman?
Batman?
Sit this one out. I can handle Freeze.
Maybe it's time to pass the torch.
I'll pass the torch
when the mission's over.
We both know
the mission will never be over.
Where is it?
Ah, The African Star.
A diamond, Freeze?
You brought
that plane down for a diamond?
Diamonds are the hardest
substance in the world, Batman.
I knew it was the only thing
that could survive the crash.
After all these years,
you're still nothing but a cheap crook.
As I've been trying to tell Batman,
things change.
You see, Batman, the African Star
is no ordinary diamond.
Its uniquely perfect structure
will allow it...
to act as an energy amplifier
for my cryo-cannon.
A machine with the power to alter
this city's weather forever.
You think you got
one more in you, old man?
I'm just hoping you can keep up, Robin.
It's almost poetic, don't you think,
that that which is most precious to me...
diamonds, will allow me
to achieve my ultimate dream.
Turning Gotham into a frozen kingdom
over which I will rule.
It's over, Batman.
You've given this city
all you have to give.
Now, it's time to sleep.
So, what was it that
finally defeated the Bat?
That's something
probably lost to history.
I'd like to think old age.
Grey. Progress report.
Ah, yes, commissioner.
We've made a number
of important historical discoveries.
Forget history.
Have you found what we need today?
No, sir. Nothing yet.
Nothing that will solve our problem.
Grey, it's not a problem. It's a crisis.
Find something and find it fast.
Before New Gotham
enters another Ice Age.
- Freeze.
- Whatever.
Somehow, this thousand-year-old monster
is destroying our city...
and we can't seem to stop him.
Everyone is depending
on you and your team, Grey.
What's the status of that computer?
We found data storage.
If the code's recoverable, we'll have it
on line in a matter of minutes.
An antique wheelchair.
The Wayne's employed
an Alfred Pennyworth for decades...
who would have been
quite old near the end.
This must have belonged to him.
Batman, come in. Come in, Nightwing.
There's still no answer, Alfred.
Radio must be down.
He's always seemed to think
he wasn't doing his job...
unless he worried me half to death.
I'm certain he's fine, Oracle.
Lopez Hair Removal. This is Jose.
It's Dad, Barbara.
Just wanted to check in on you.
You know, with everything
that's going on.
There's nothing for you to worry about.
And I am kind of busy right now.
Well, if you weren't so mysterious
about that job of yours...
maybe I wouldn't have
to worry about you so much.
You never stood
a chance against me, Batman.
Sorry, Dad, I gotta go.
Love you. See you tomorrow.
Okay, goodnight, Barbara.
Love you too.
Batman's remotely ordered the Batwing
to fire on his position.
I can't override it.
Fire on himself? Oh, dear.
Senility has finally set in.
Huh?
Thanks for the ice pack, Freeze.
All you did was numb the pain.
Diamonds cut even the hardest glass.
How's that for poetic justice?
No!
Oh, no.
Not bad, old man. No sign of Freeze.
Which means the mission isn't over.
The Cryo-Chamber.
Cold enough to put me on ice.
Until someone wakes me up
and puts me back together...
in a future without the Batman.
Still can't believe some fool woke Frost up
and put him back together.
It's not all bad.
Freeze's revival
forced us to look for Batman.
And we found him.
We didn't find Batman.
We found artifacts.
Lots of pretty things, but unless
we recover that data, nothing of substance.
It's no use.
This machine just wasn't built
to hold code for a thousand years.
The memory engrams
are hopelessly degraded.
Unacceptable! Get us access!
Can't be done, I'm sorry.
- Grey, your hand.
- It's nothing, it's just a scratch.
A scratch with a pattern.
The titanium.
- Grey, what do you...?
- Binary code.
The titanium's covered with binary code.
Batman knew that couldn't survive
on his primitive computer...
so he found another way.
Have we scanned it all?
Can you translate it?
Yes. Yes.
Here we go.
Welcome.
If you're viewing this message,
I can only assume one thing...
the mission isn't over.
- State the nature of the emergency.
- Dr. Frost.
Mr. Freeze.
Beautiful.
I love the future.
Especially since it's 100 percent Bat-free.
If you believe that, Freeze,
the cold must be numbing your brain.
What?
No. It's not possible.
There's nowhere you can run.
But I waited a thousand years.
You can't still be here.
And yet I am here.
And always will be here
to stop you, Freeze.
Always.
No.
- It can't be.
- Freeze!
No!
Mission accomplished.
We did it, Grey.
But not without the Batman.
Even a thousand years into the future...
he refused to leave
Gotham unprotected.
Time changes nearly everything.
But the mission and the legend
of the Batman lives on.