The New Batman Adventures (1997–1999): Season 1, Episode 10 - The Demon Within - full transcript
Klarion the Witch Boy takes control of Etrigan the Demon and the Dynamic Duo must stop his destructive mischief.
Okay, so I've seen the old junk.
Now can I go play some videos?
The whole point of bringing you here
was to keep you away
from those games for one night.
Well, at least I'm not
the only prisoner here.
So they got you too, huh?
I beg your pardon.
You know, did your parents
force you into this?
I'm here by myself.
Oh.
Well, at least you've got kitty
to keep you company.
Hey!
Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we offer
a number of fascinating artifacts
from the so-called Dark Ages.
First on the block is this.
It is rumored to have been
the personal branding iron
of the Arthurian-era witch Morgan le Fay.
Legend has it this piece
has some sort of magical power.
Gotham Auctioneers Limited
makes no such guarantee.
- The suggested opening bid is 10,000.
- 100,000.
I said, 100,000.
Ah, Master Klarion. Good to see you again.
100,000 is the bid.
That kid has 100 grand?
You've gotta raise my allowance.
- The bid is 100,000.
- Shh!
- Do I hear--
- 110.
What?
Somebody else
is actually bidding for it?
Unbelievable.
110 is the bid
from Mr. Blood, is it?
- 120.
- 130.
-140.
-150.
250.
- Going once, going twice.
- One million.
The bid is one million.
Going once, going twice.
Sold.
There goes my raise.
So, what now?
Gonna buy a herd of cattle to use it on?
- No. This was to help a friend.
- That's some kind of friend.
You don't know the half of it.
Exquisite craftsmanship,
isn't it, Mr. Wayne?
- Enjoy it while you can.
- Who are--
Klarion.
Why am I not surprised to see you here?
We do have a way of bumping
into each other, Uncle Jason.
Next time, it'll be on purpose.
- Jason.
- Bruce. Thanks for stepping in.
It was nothing.
But tell me, how'd you ever get
a brat like that for a nephew?
We're not related.
For some reason,
it amuses him to call me "Uncle."
But don't underestimate him.
He'II do anything to get what he wants.
- Surely his parents--
- Don't expect any help from them.
The little witch-boy
turned them into mice.
You're not serious.
I'II repay you for this, Bruce. I promise.
It may be a while.
Let's just call it
a professional courtesy.
Who's this? Sure is ugly.
It's Merlin's demon, Etrigan.
Merlin? The knights-in-armor magician guy?
He had his own demon?
He summoned it to defend
the realm of Camelot, Merlin's home.
When Camelot finally fell,
Merlin decided to keep The Demon
in the service of humanity
and merged the creature
with one of King Arthur's noblemen.
Look,
there's something on the back of it.
It looks like you.
You think?
But that'd be impossible.
You'd have to be over 1,500 years old.
Hey!
Ah!
"Gone, gone, the form of man
Rise the demon, Etrigan"
The Demon. It's real.
Ah!
There'll be a reckoning.
Who... How...
Get the fire extinguisher. Now!
She's gone.
As is the brand.
Ah, Teekl. You've done well for me.
"Ancient Morgan, I beseech you
From what is one do now make two
"Ancient Morgan, I beseech you"
Come on, I've had sunburns
worse than this.
This won't hurt a bit.
Whoa.
So all this is what I think it is, right?
Magic? Sorcery?
"There are more things
in heaven and earth, Horatio,
"than are dreamt of in your philosophy."
What's that supposed to mean?
It means get up.
We've got a branding iron to find.
Jason?
Oh!
Jason? Etrigan? What's happening?
Etrigan, wait. Something's wrong.
Nothing is wrong. My new master awaits.
Ah!
You hate me, don't you?
Speak up, I order you.
Yes, I hate you.
But there's nothing you can do about it.
Not while I have this.
You can't do anything
unless I tell you to.
And you have to do everything I say.
Understand?
Good. Now, let's go have some fun.
It was The Demon's presence
in my body
all those centuries
that kept me from aging.
But now, I'll be showing
every day of my age, until--
That's not going to happen, Jason.
Not if I can help it.
- Me too.
- You're staying here, Tim.
- Jason might need you.
- Bruce, you're trying to find a kid.
Who'd be better than another kid to help?
I have a feeling
Klarion won't be hard to find.
I hate sequels. Do it.
Mmm! Ice cream.
Well? What are you waiting for?
No strawberry, master.
There's nothing as good as strawberry.
Nothing.
Except maybe...cake!
Mmm! Delicious! Delicious!
Mmm?
Noisy!
Ah!
And now those ugly old buildings.
You've done enough damage
-for one night, young man.
- Huh?
- You think you're going to stop me?
- Yes.
No one's talked to me like that
in so long.
- Get used to it.
- I'd rather not.
Huh?
That's why no one talks to me that way.
- He's killing him.
- Relax.
Ah!
Would now be a good time
to conjure up a flock of woodpeckers?
Oh, I see. You're having some help
from Uncle Jason, aren't you?
Etrigan, no more games. Kill him!
Yes, master.
You better think of something, and fast.
It's another of Uncle Jason's tricks.
Get them all.
That's the real one. Get him!
Etrigan's coming for him. Do something!
I'm... I'm running out of strength.
How could you have lost him?
Don't you growl at me.
You have to do everything I say, remember?
And what I want you to do now
is go right to the source
and kill Uncle Jason!
That doesn't sound so good for us.
Get me that blue powder
on the shelf over there.
Now, spread it around us in a circle.
- What good will that do?
- Do what I say.
Okay, it's done.
Ah!
This is the only place
where you'll be safe from him.
Don't give up, Etrigan.
Think I could have some of this powder
for my utility belt?
Looks like it's time
for another spell, Mr. Blood.
Mr. Blood?
Yes!
Quiet, Teekl. I want to savor this.
I said quiet!
That's mine!
Ahh!
"The witch's evil now undo
Make the one from what is two"
Huh?
Uh, Etrigan? Mr. Blood?
I know you've been through a lot tonight,
both of you,
but we've still got a problem.
Look, Teekl. Dinner.
So you've picked up a few tricks.
It won't save you.
What now?
"Mother's grief, father's shame
Soon he goes to whence he came"
What's that mean?
I'm sending him to his room.
- About tonight.
- Don't ask. Just don't ask.
English - SDH
Now can I go play some videos?
The whole point of bringing you here
was to keep you away
from those games for one night.
Well, at least I'm not
the only prisoner here.
So they got you too, huh?
I beg your pardon.
You know, did your parents
force you into this?
I'm here by myself.
Oh.
Well, at least you've got kitty
to keep you company.
Hey!
Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we offer
a number of fascinating artifacts
from the so-called Dark Ages.
First on the block is this.
It is rumored to have been
the personal branding iron
of the Arthurian-era witch Morgan le Fay.
Legend has it this piece
has some sort of magical power.
Gotham Auctioneers Limited
makes no such guarantee.
- The suggested opening bid is 10,000.
- 100,000.
I said, 100,000.
Ah, Master Klarion. Good to see you again.
100,000 is the bid.
That kid has 100 grand?
You've gotta raise my allowance.
- The bid is 100,000.
- Shh!
- Do I hear--
- 110.
What?
Somebody else
is actually bidding for it?
Unbelievable.
110 is the bid
from Mr. Blood, is it?
- 120.
- 130.
-140.
-150.
250.
- Going once, going twice.
- One million.
The bid is one million.
Going once, going twice.
Sold.
There goes my raise.
So, what now?
Gonna buy a herd of cattle to use it on?
- No. This was to help a friend.
- That's some kind of friend.
You don't know the half of it.
Exquisite craftsmanship,
isn't it, Mr. Wayne?
- Enjoy it while you can.
- Who are--
Klarion.
Why am I not surprised to see you here?
We do have a way of bumping
into each other, Uncle Jason.
Next time, it'll be on purpose.
- Jason.
- Bruce. Thanks for stepping in.
It was nothing.
But tell me, how'd you ever get
a brat like that for a nephew?
We're not related.
For some reason,
it amuses him to call me "Uncle."
But don't underestimate him.
He'II do anything to get what he wants.
- Surely his parents--
- Don't expect any help from them.
The little witch-boy
turned them into mice.
You're not serious.
I'II repay you for this, Bruce. I promise.
It may be a while.
Let's just call it
a professional courtesy.
Who's this? Sure is ugly.
It's Merlin's demon, Etrigan.
Merlin? The knights-in-armor magician guy?
He had his own demon?
He summoned it to defend
the realm of Camelot, Merlin's home.
When Camelot finally fell,
Merlin decided to keep The Demon
in the service of humanity
and merged the creature
with one of King Arthur's noblemen.
Look,
there's something on the back of it.
It looks like you.
You think?
But that'd be impossible.
You'd have to be over 1,500 years old.
Hey!
Ah!
"Gone, gone, the form of man
Rise the demon, Etrigan"
The Demon. It's real.
Ah!
There'll be a reckoning.
Who... How...
Get the fire extinguisher. Now!
She's gone.
As is the brand.
Ah, Teekl. You've done well for me.
"Ancient Morgan, I beseech you
From what is one do now make two
"Ancient Morgan, I beseech you"
Come on, I've had sunburns
worse than this.
This won't hurt a bit.
Whoa.
So all this is what I think it is, right?
Magic? Sorcery?
"There are more things
in heaven and earth, Horatio,
"than are dreamt of in your philosophy."
What's that supposed to mean?
It means get up.
We've got a branding iron to find.
Jason?
Oh!
Jason? Etrigan? What's happening?
Etrigan, wait. Something's wrong.
Nothing is wrong. My new master awaits.
Ah!
You hate me, don't you?
Speak up, I order you.
Yes, I hate you.
But there's nothing you can do about it.
Not while I have this.
You can't do anything
unless I tell you to.
And you have to do everything I say.
Understand?
Good. Now, let's go have some fun.
It was The Demon's presence
in my body
all those centuries
that kept me from aging.
But now, I'll be showing
every day of my age, until--
That's not going to happen, Jason.
Not if I can help it.
- Me too.
- You're staying here, Tim.
- Jason might need you.
- Bruce, you're trying to find a kid.
Who'd be better than another kid to help?
I have a feeling
Klarion won't be hard to find.
I hate sequels. Do it.
Mmm! Ice cream.
Well? What are you waiting for?
No strawberry, master.
There's nothing as good as strawberry.
Nothing.
Except maybe...cake!
Mmm! Delicious! Delicious!
Mmm?
Noisy!
Ah!
And now those ugly old buildings.
You've done enough damage
-for one night, young man.
- Huh?
- You think you're going to stop me?
- Yes.
No one's talked to me like that
in so long.
- Get used to it.
- I'd rather not.
Huh?
That's why no one talks to me that way.
- He's killing him.
- Relax.
Ah!
Would now be a good time
to conjure up a flock of woodpeckers?
Oh, I see. You're having some help
from Uncle Jason, aren't you?
Etrigan, no more games. Kill him!
Yes, master.
You better think of something, and fast.
It's another of Uncle Jason's tricks.
Get them all.
That's the real one. Get him!
Etrigan's coming for him. Do something!
I'm... I'm running out of strength.
How could you have lost him?
Don't you growl at me.
You have to do everything I say, remember?
And what I want you to do now
is go right to the source
and kill Uncle Jason!
That doesn't sound so good for us.
Get me that blue powder
on the shelf over there.
Now, spread it around us in a circle.
- What good will that do?
- Do what I say.
Okay, it's done.
Ah!
This is the only place
where you'll be safe from him.
Don't give up, Etrigan.
Think I could have some of this powder
for my utility belt?
Looks like it's time
for another spell, Mr. Blood.
Mr. Blood?
Yes!
Quiet, Teekl. I want to savor this.
I said quiet!
That's mine!
Ahh!
"The witch's evil now undo
Make the one from what is two"
Huh?
Uh, Etrigan? Mr. Blood?
I know you've been through a lot tonight,
both of you,
but we've still got a problem.
Look, Teekl. Dinner.
So you've picked up a few tricks.
It won't save you.
What now?
"Mother's grief, father's shame
Soon he goes to whence he came"
What's that mean?
I'm sending him to his room.
- About tonight.
- Don't ask. Just don't ask.
English - SDH