The Batman (2004–2008): Season 5, Episode 4 - White Heat - full transcript

I had no idea this could
be so stimulating.

Yeah, you never forget
your first crime.

Radioactive phosphorus.
Just what the doctor ordered.

Sorry, bug boy. You're gonna need a lawyer.

The name is Firefly.
And I'd be very careful.

I fumble this ball,
we're all toast.

Blaise, let's go.

Beauty, brains,
and cool under fire.

What did I do to deserve you?

Simple. You were very, very bad.

But honestly, all I did was design a
few simple upgrades to your equipment.



It isn't rocket science.

No, wait. It is.

And nuclear Firefly 2.0 is gonna
be in and out of the treasury...

...before the Bat even
pulls on his tights.

Once we have the gold...

...we'll steam away from
Gotham and never look back.

Ah, it will be the
sweet life for us.

Look. We're famous.

Commissioner Gordon assures us
they're doing everything...

...to recover the isotope stolen
by Garfield Lynns...

...also known as Bee Man.

I am so ready to blow this town.

Oh, crud.

Garfield.



Her name's Blaise? Figures.

I've checked with
Firefly's old associates.

Apparently he and the girl
are working on their own.

I wonder what he plans
to do with that isotope.

A bigger mystery is how come
you always get the front seat?

Explosion on the south side.

It's Firefly, all right.

This explosion could have been caused
by the isotope. You better check.

He gave you a radiation detector?
Why don't I get a radiation detector?

Anyone using the Batcomputer...

...for something other than
downloading videogame cheat codes? Hm?

Hey, look what I found.

Yup, Blaise and Firefly.

Her real name is Dr. Jane Blaisedale,
nuclear physicist.

Quit her job at Gotham U. when her project
for boosting nuclear-energy output...

...was shut down
over safety concerns.

Bruce Wayne's on the
university's board.

So why's brainy Jane hanging
with a creep like Firefly?

Chemistry.

Like Harley and Joker. It's a bad-boy thing.

I was talking about this kind of chemistry.

And I'll take Weirder
Science for 1000.

If the isotope blew up,
the radiation should be off the scale.

But it's barely above normal.
Where'd all that radiation go?

You're going to the emergency room.
Don't argue with me.

Do you want to go to jail?
Pull over.

You took a lot of radiation.
You need to see a doctor, a real doctor.

I'm controlling it. I'm fine.

Maybe I should be worried about you.
Middle of summer, you crank up the heat.

It's on cold. You're the
one's who's burning up.

I need air.

Hey, I'm walking here.

Help! It's Bumblebee!

Don't move. Hands in the air.

Now, which is it? Don't move...

...or hands in the air?

Smoking.

No point in having special
powers if you don't cash in.

Uh-oh. Temperature control needs some work.

We have to get out of here.

That's new.

Get the car.

Dr. Blaisedale,
I presume? Looking for these?

Wow.

It's gonna take more than
that to douse me, kid.

Wanna hear a crazy guess about
where the missing radiation went?

Go help Batgirl.
I'll wrap up Firefly.

Thanks for getting the name right, Batman...

...but I'm not Firefly anymore.

With your last breath, call me Phosphorus.

Please, we have to go.

Out.

Eh. I'll get used to it.

- Too hot, in the back.
- Whatever.

Batman.

Stand back.

I liked him better
when he was a bug.

At least it got us this far.
Come on.

What are we gonna do, Garfield?

You can't be in a car
without setting it on fire.

This power's gonna take some practice,
that's all. Just give me a chance.

I'm unstoppable, Blaise.
The Bat can't touch me.

But neither can I.

I know. But we'll figure it out.

Come on, babe. The sweet life,
we're this close.

I need to know you're with me.

Freeze!

Burn.

This way.

Grab the door, babe.

Now a moment to cool down and--

Okay, so I'm still working
out the temperature thing.

Ugh. You know, I'm a partner,
not a henchgirl.

What do you want from me?

For one thing, the secret to
maintaining that healthy glow.

Whoa!

I could get used to this.

Lynns.

Huh?

Heat reactive
carbon-alloy nanofibers.

Durable to 4000 degrees kelvin.

Tell me, is Garfield--?

Coming to your rescue? I'm going with no.

He's been losing it since the accident.
He couldn't control the powers.

And of course you were secretly
on our side the whole time.

I think she's really worried.

Throw all your ice pellets.

You took your best shot, Bats.
Care to see mine?

Move.

Whoa!

You don't carry any sun
block in that belt, do you?

No sign of him on
the police scanners.

How much lead lining?

A centimeter all around should
be an effective radiation shield.

Very good, sir.

As long as I've got it open,
perhaps I could let out the shoulders?

Just the lining, Alfred.

So far, Phosphorus isn't
leaking radiation, only heat.

But as his powers outstrip his
ability to control them...

...we may be staring at
an uncontained reaction.

- As in a nuclear bomb?
- If he absorbed enough radiation, yes.

- But I don't think he did.
- Phew!

He's much more likely to meltdown.

Meltdown? That doesn't sound good.

AN: It's not.

It means he'll get hot enough to
melt into the ground...

...but not before destroying most of Gotham.

- Where are you going?
- I'm gonna scout around.

I'll call if I see him.

A guy who glows in the dark
can't be too hard to find.

What are you doing?

What does it look like I'm doing?
I'm hungry.

- It's raw.
- Not when I'm done chewing it.

Garfield, your feet.

You can't eat, you can't drive.
You can't even stand anywhere.

- This is insane.
- I did this for you.

- You wanted it.
- I didn't want this.

Aah!

Blaise? Blaise!

Slow down, doc. Where's the fire?

I didn't just say that.

Working with my enemies?
Is that it?

I'm done with your powers,
Garfield. Look at you.

Think you're such hot stuff?
Think again.

You okay?

He's crazy.

You used to think
I was hot, Blaise.

Oh, I'm hot all right. But I can get hotter.

Where's he going?

The nuclear power plant.

Huh?

Get out of here.

What the--?

Huh?

Whoa!

Whoa!

- Give it up, Lynns.
- Give up?

I'm just getting warmed up.

Like ducks in a shooting gallery.

I'm not one of your pathetic
Arkham wack jobs, Bats.

I have real power.

I'll break through that suit.

Then I'm gonna soak up every bit
of radiation in the reactor...

...and pop my top.

Gotham will be a memory,
but long will live the name of Phosphorus.

Aah!

Garfield, don't do this. Please.

All I wanted was a big hit
so I could blow this town.

Seems I can't have the hit,
but I can still blow this town.

You'll destroy us.

I guess some relationships are
just too hot to handle, babe.

At least this time they'll
get my name right.

Lynns.

- You gotta be kidding me.
- Figured you'd think so.

Huh?

Huh?

Liquid nitrogen.
Something had to cool him down.

If Mr. Lynns had gotten help earlier,
maybe something could have been done.

Right now, only a special gas mixture
is able to keep him under control.

Garfield?

Blaise, you got my message.

I came in person to say...

...whatever spark
existed between us...

...it's gone.

Blaise, wait, I....

Wait.

It's late, Garfield. Lights out.