Batman s01e09 Episode Script
Pretty Poison
My fellow citizens.
It is with great civic pride that we gather here today to break ground on the new Gotham Penitentiary which has been funded by the Wayne Foundation.
As you know, this project was the dream of one man.
And he's with us here today.
Gotham's new district attorney, Harvey Dent.
From this field of weeds and wildflowers will grow a new institution to build a better, safer Gotham.
Hooray! Go! Go! Go! This is Gordon.
What?! We've got a prison break by air! The chopper's heading this way.
We're home free.
- What was that? - Just some turbulence.
Thank you, Andre.
I'm starving, let's eat.
- Shouldn't we wait for your friend? - Bruce? No, he's always late.
He probably got hung up on business.
What happened? I hear he's rich.
Yeah, Bruce runs around with a high-class crowd.
But he still manages to get his kicks.
There's nothing we don't know about each other.
Who? Who are you? I'm your worst nightmare.
This is the police.
Nobody move! - I think you'll like him.
- If he's your friend, I know I will.
Big wings! Yeah, yeah, big wings.
Move it along, pal.
Alfred, I'm running a little behind schedule.
I have alerted Mr.
Dent, sir.
He and Miss Isley patiently await your arrival at the Rose Café.
How's the food there? In my humble opinion, sir, exquisite.
- I'll be taking the Cord this evening.
- As I anticipated, sir.
It is idling out front with a full tank of gas.
- May I recommend the trout amandine? - I'll give it a try, Alfred.
Wise decision, sir.
Bon appétit.
You should've seen Harvey's face.
- Oh, look at the time.
I have to run.
- So soon? I'm sorry, I have an early meeting tomorrow.
- But you stay.
- No.
I insist.
Spend some time with your crazy friend.
And call me the minute you get home, Mr.
District Attorney.
- I'll call you.
- Good.
- Nice meeting you, Bruce.
- Same here.
Well, I've been talking to my broker, and his recommendation was-- So, what do you think? - Does she have a sister? - Nope.
Pam's one of a kind.
That's why I asked her to marry me.
- What?! - Yep.
That's the page-one headline.
- Is it getting warm in here? - You're still flushed from that last kiss.
Harvey, you just met her last week.
And I already know she's the one.
Gosh, it's hot in here.
Marriage is a major step, Harv.
Don't you think you're rushing it? No way.
The moment I laid eyes on Pam, love hit me right in the face.
Harv, you've lost your mind.
Knock it off.
Harv? Harvey! Hang on, Harvey.
Hang on.
- He's not breathing.
- Blood pressure? Isn't that the district attorney? - Get his blood pressure.
- Get the EKG and move him into OR, ICU 3.
Stat! Do we have a pulse? We need a pulse here! Get the EKG and move him into OR, ICU 3.
Stat! This is Gordon.
What?! Harvey Dent's in a coma at the medical center.
Move out! So, what's the story, doctor? Heart attack? No, commissioner.
Mr.
Dent has been poisoned.
For Criminy sakes.
Bullock, get down to that restaurant! What's it called, Wayne? The Rose Café.
The Rose Café.
And find out who did this.
With pleasure.
I want police guards on duty here around the clock.
Yes, sir.
Dr.
Forrest, dial 118, please.
- Dr.
Kravitz, you have - Excuse me, doctor.
Are we talking about food poisoning here? I doubt it.
This is the most virulent strain of poison I've ever come across.
We're doing everything we can, Mr.
Wayne.
Is Harvey gonna make it? The poison is racing though his system.
If he's going to make it, we need to find the antidote, and fast.
So, what did you put in this mousse? - Chocolate, sugar, eggs, cream - Strychnine? No, no.
No strychnine.
But I added just a pinch of vanilla.
You know who did it.
Talk! Hey, I just clean the dishes, okay? We've isolated the toxin, Alfred.
Indeed we have, sir.
It is a lethal poison derived from the plant Rosaceae vularis commonly known as the wild thorny rose.
I'll get a plant sample from the Gotham Botanical Gardens.
We can use it to work up an antidote.
- I'm afraid this is unfeasible.
- Why? Because, sir, the wild thorny rose has been extinct for nearly five years which means, I'm afraid-- - There's no antidote.
Fight, Harvey.
Fight.
Oh, Bruce.
I came as soon as I got your call.
How is he? We're not sure.
- I want to see him.
- Sorry, ma'am, no visitors.
Commissioner Gordon's orders.
You should try to get some sleep.
Come on, I'll walk you to your car.
Promise to call me if there's any change? I will.
You get some rest.
Harvey's lucky to have such a good friend.
- Good night, Bruce.
- Good night, Pam.
Yes, sir.
Alfred, dig up anything you can on Pamela Isley.
Who she is, where she's been, what she does, the works.
Consider it done, sir.
What do you have, Alfred? Well, sir, Miss Isley is a research chemist with Chez Gerard, the cosmetics firm.
She works on the development of new fragrances.
Their newest is a perfume called "Nightshade.
" It's deadly.
Miss Isley has a Ph.
D.
in botany from Gotham University where she offers a monthly lecture series on endangered and extinct plant species.
I think Harvey's engagement is off.
Oh, you've done so well today, sweetheart.
Now, get some rest and don't worry.
I won't clip off any more of your beautiful petals unless I need them.
What has my sweet little flytrap caught this time? A little big for a fly.
Batman.
A late night rendezvous? - To what do I owe the honor? - Harvey Dent.
Oh, the poor district attorney.
I hear he's not expected to live.
It's so sad.
Why, Isley? Oh, please call me "Poison Ivy.
" You see, Harvey had to pay for his crime.
What crime? Why, murder, of course.
Plowing up a field of beautiful wildflowers for that silly penitentiary.
This little rose would be extinct today if I hadn't saved my precious from those horrible bulldozers.
The blood of those flowers are on his hands! So his fate was sealed with a kiss.
And now so is yours.
What's wrong? Afraid I have cooties? Now you've gone and hurt my feelings.
Too bad.
I was going to share the antidote with you.
Lovely fragrance, don't you think? I call it "Rose From the Dead.
" No! Murderer! No! Enjoy extinction, Batman.
I'm not going alone.
No! The bottle, for the weed.
What's it gonna be? My baby.
My precious baby.
My pretty baby.
- Where am I? - You're in the hospital.
Why? What happened? You passed out into your chocolate mousse.
But you're going to be fine.
Now, Harv, about your engagement to Pamela Isley.
We're good friends, right? I have to be honest with you, don't I? Okay, then, I think Pam is wrong for you.
They can bury me in the ground as deep as they like but I'll grow back.
We always grow back.
Don't we, baby?
It is with great civic pride that we gather here today to break ground on the new Gotham Penitentiary which has been funded by the Wayne Foundation.
As you know, this project was the dream of one man.
And he's with us here today.
Gotham's new district attorney, Harvey Dent.
From this field of weeds and wildflowers will grow a new institution to build a better, safer Gotham.
Hooray! Go! Go! Go! This is Gordon.
What?! We've got a prison break by air! The chopper's heading this way.
We're home free.
- What was that? - Just some turbulence.
Thank you, Andre.
I'm starving, let's eat.
- Shouldn't we wait for your friend? - Bruce? No, he's always late.
He probably got hung up on business.
What happened? I hear he's rich.
Yeah, Bruce runs around with a high-class crowd.
But he still manages to get his kicks.
There's nothing we don't know about each other.
Who? Who are you? I'm your worst nightmare.
This is the police.
Nobody move! - I think you'll like him.
- If he's your friend, I know I will.
Big wings! Yeah, yeah, big wings.
Move it along, pal.
Alfred, I'm running a little behind schedule.
I have alerted Mr.
Dent, sir.
He and Miss Isley patiently await your arrival at the Rose Café.
How's the food there? In my humble opinion, sir, exquisite.
- I'll be taking the Cord this evening.
- As I anticipated, sir.
It is idling out front with a full tank of gas.
- May I recommend the trout amandine? - I'll give it a try, Alfred.
Wise decision, sir.
Bon appétit.
You should've seen Harvey's face.
- Oh, look at the time.
I have to run.
- So soon? I'm sorry, I have an early meeting tomorrow.
- But you stay.
- No.
I insist.
Spend some time with your crazy friend.
And call me the minute you get home, Mr.
District Attorney.
- I'll call you.
- Good.
- Nice meeting you, Bruce.
- Same here.
Well, I've been talking to my broker, and his recommendation was-- So, what do you think? - Does she have a sister? - Nope.
Pam's one of a kind.
That's why I asked her to marry me.
- What?! - Yep.
That's the page-one headline.
- Is it getting warm in here? - You're still flushed from that last kiss.
Harvey, you just met her last week.
And I already know she's the one.
Gosh, it's hot in here.
Marriage is a major step, Harv.
Don't you think you're rushing it? No way.
The moment I laid eyes on Pam, love hit me right in the face.
Harv, you've lost your mind.
Knock it off.
Harv? Harvey! Hang on, Harvey.
Hang on.
- He's not breathing.
- Blood pressure? Isn't that the district attorney? - Get his blood pressure.
- Get the EKG and move him into OR, ICU 3.
Stat! Do we have a pulse? We need a pulse here! Get the EKG and move him into OR, ICU 3.
Stat! This is Gordon.
What?! Harvey Dent's in a coma at the medical center.
Move out! So, what's the story, doctor? Heart attack? No, commissioner.
Mr.
Dent has been poisoned.
For Criminy sakes.
Bullock, get down to that restaurant! What's it called, Wayne? The Rose Café.
The Rose Café.
And find out who did this.
With pleasure.
I want police guards on duty here around the clock.
Yes, sir.
Dr.
Forrest, dial 118, please.
- Dr.
Kravitz, you have - Excuse me, doctor.
Are we talking about food poisoning here? I doubt it.
This is the most virulent strain of poison I've ever come across.
We're doing everything we can, Mr.
Wayne.
Is Harvey gonna make it? The poison is racing though his system.
If he's going to make it, we need to find the antidote, and fast.
So, what did you put in this mousse? - Chocolate, sugar, eggs, cream - Strychnine? No, no.
No strychnine.
But I added just a pinch of vanilla.
You know who did it.
Talk! Hey, I just clean the dishes, okay? We've isolated the toxin, Alfred.
Indeed we have, sir.
It is a lethal poison derived from the plant Rosaceae vularis commonly known as the wild thorny rose.
I'll get a plant sample from the Gotham Botanical Gardens.
We can use it to work up an antidote.
- I'm afraid this is unfeasible.
- Why? Because, sir, the wild thorny rose has been extinct for nearly five years which means, I'm afraid-- - There's no antidote.
Fight, Harvey.
Fight.
Oh, Bruce.
I came as soon as I got your call.
How is he? We're not sure.
- I want to see him.
- Sorry, ma'am, no visitors.
Commissioner Gordon's orders.
You should try to get some sleep.
Come on, I'll walk you to your car.
Promise to call me if there's any change? I will.
You get some rest.
Harvey's lucky to have such a good friend.
- Good night, Bruce.
- Good night, Pam.
Yes, sir.
Alfred, dig up anything you can on Pamela Isley.
Who she is, where she's been, what she does, the works.
Consider it done, sir.
What do you have, Alfred? Well, sir, Miss Isley is a research chemist with Chez Gerard, the cosmetics firm.
She works on the development of new fragrances.
Their newest is a perfume called "Nightshade.
" It's deadly.
Miss Isley has a Ph.
D.
in botany from Gotham University where she offers a monthly lecture series on endangered and extinct plant species.
I think Harvey's engagement is off.
Oh, you've done so well today, sweetheart.
Now, get some rest and don't worry.
I won't clip off any more of your beautiful petals unless I need them.
What has my sweet little flytrap caught this time? A little big for a fly.
Batman.
A late night rendezvous? - To what do I owe the honor? - Harvey Dent.
Oh, the poor district attorney.
I hear he's not expected to live.
It's so sad.
Why, Isley? Oh, please call me "Poison Ivy.
" You see, Harvey had to pay for his crime.
What crime? Why, murder, of course.
Plowing up a field of beautiful wildflowers for that silly penitentiary.
This little rose would be extinct today if I hadn't saved my precious from those horrible bulldozers.
The blood of those flowers are on his hands! So his fate was sealed with a kiss.
And now so is yours.
What's wrong? Afraid I have cooties? Now you've gone and hurt my feelings.
Too bad.
I was going to share the antidote with you.
Lovely fragrance, don't you think? I call it "Rose From the Dead.
" No! Murderer! No! Enjoy extinction, Batman.
I'm not going alone.
No! The bottle, for the weed.
What's it gonna be? My baby.
My precious baby.
My pretty baby.
- Where am I? - You're in the hospital.
Why? What happened? You passed out into your chocolate mousse.
But you're going to be fine.
Now, Harv, about your engagement to Pamela Isley.
We're good friends, right? I have to be honest with you, don't I? Okay, then, I think Pam is wrong for you.
They can bury me in the ground as deep as they like but I'll grow back.
We always grow back.
Don't we, baby?