The Batman (2004) s02e11 Episode Script
Strange Minds
- Trick or treat? - Trick or treat? My, what wonderful costumes, Virginia.
Yes, they certainly are, Georgia.
But what are you doing trick-or-treating? Hello.
It's Halloween.
- Not just any Halloween.
- Tonight is Grundy's night.
There, the Swampland.
The birthplace of Solomon Grundy.
It was 150 years ago on this very night, in that very same swamp that a monster rose from the muck and slouched toward Gotham.
to wreak havoc against the very architects of our city.
But the lives Grundy ruined that fateful night weren't enough to satisfy him.
Grundy vowed to haunt the descendants of his victims by returning on the darkest of All Hallows Eves.
Tonight, during a total lunar eclipse Grundy will rise again.
How do you know so much about this? Because we are the granddaughters of Emmett Bolton, one of Grundy's victims.
And Grundy could come for us at any moment.
- Let's get out of here! - Let's get out of here! Don't you want any candy? To grandfather Emmett, who left us so much money and wonderful stories to scare children with.
Destroy! Destroy! - Trick or treat! - Trick or treat! Sorry if I scared you, Holmes.
It's Grundy's night, you know? I am well aware.
Any good costumes this round? If you consider Joker, Catwoman and Penguin good.
I guess it's more fun to be the bad guys.
You sure you didn't see a ghost, Alfred? I was a bit spooked by the chaperone's Solomon Grundy mask.
Well, it is Grundy's night.
Not all legends are legend, Master Bruce.
The Batman's faced a lot of things that go bump in the night, Alfred but swamp zombies? The Batwave.
Oh, it would appear something has gone âbump", sir.
What would Halloween be if I didn't get to wear my costume? - What happened here? - A vampire! The police will be here any moment.
I'm here to help you, not harm you.
Who or what did this? It was him.
He came for us.
Solomon Grundy.
Look how strong he is.
He did this with his have hands.
All part of his revenge.
Just as the legend told: Grundy would return on darkest night to deprive the descendants of all in their sight.
Our home, our assets.
We're fortunate we still have our lives.
Revenge.
- Ladies, I know you're frightened, but - If you don't believe us, look.
He came for us.
He'll come for the others too.
Who are these others? No.
Winslow, run! Grundy must have his revenge.
Grundy must destroy.
Destroy! Grundy wins.
No candy here, fellas.
My home, everything I own, gone.
Spiffy costume .
Sir, what happened to you? Your Gotham legend happened.
Solomon Grundy? There was a resemblance.
Your bruises didn't make themselves, Master Bruce.
Was your attacker a 7-and-a-half-foot-tall swamp zombie, or wasn't he? I just don't wanna have to believe in the boogeyman too, Alfred.
You would be wise to listen closely, sir.
The legend may provide a clue to lifting Grundy's curse.
It says here that Gotham Swamp wasn't always a swamp.
Once, it was a lake home to the mostly Eastern European laborers who built Gotham City.
But three businessmen, Bolton, Winslow and Parish conspired to make the area a dumping ground.
.
for the industrial waste created by Gotham's construction turning the lake into Gotham Swamp.
rendering the area unsuitable for habitation.
Several laborers who lost their homes were versed in magic from their native countries.
On All Hallows Eve, during a lunar eclipse they used that magic to form Solomon Grundy from the very waste of Gotham swamp.
Since the laborers and their families lost everything they owned so too would Grundy haunt Gotham's founding fathers and their families through the years, leaving them destitute.
Oh, poetic justice at its most spine-tingling.
Sir? I see you have no patience for old butler's tales.
Not true, Alfred.
But tonight, I'll let science dictate what is and isn't supernatural.
I'm looking for a follicle, a sliver of dead skin, anything in this mud that might contain a trace of Grundy's DNA.
Call me when the results are in.
And you will be where? It's nearly witching hour.
If Grundy's allowed to strike his last victim he could disappear for another 150 years.
Do hurry back, sir.
We wouldn't want you turning into a pumpkin.
Hey, good night, Mr.
Parish.
Happy Halloween.
Gotham' s oldest attraction and Halloween night, its biggest moneymaker.
Pretty fast for a swamp zombie.
Whoa, there, buddy.
I'm just messing with you.
Hey, didn't see you at old man Parish's shindig.
That's quite a Batman costume you got there.
Listen, I'm looking for a friend of mine.
Big guy, dressed like Solomon Grundy.
Haven't seen any swamp zombies but if I do, I'll let him know the Batman's looking for him.
The Batman.
-Master Bruce.
- Go ahead.
The Batwave traced DNA all right, mutated human DNA.
The odd thing is it wasn't on any follicles or skin.
But in the mud itself.
How on earth could you possibly have known that? Grundy may not be supernatural, but his threat is real, all right.
Grundy will destroy you.
Revenge.
Halloween's nearly over, Grundy.
Time to lose the mask.
Trick or treat, Clayface.
Can't blame me for having some Halloween fun, can you, Bats? Terrorizing the descendants and destroying their homes was your cover but it was their money you were after.
Leave them destitute like the legend says.
No one would think of chasing after Grundy for the money.
They'd have to dredge Gotham Swamp.
And I'd belong gone with my loot taking any face I wanted, alive, dead or nonexistent.
Knew I couldn't lose a 500-pound zombie that easily.
I may not have tricked you, Bats but I'm still gonna collect my treats.
A shape-shifter in a wax museum.
Great.
Grundy.
Too obvious.
My leg.
Sorry, Bats.
I'm the one providing the chills tonight.
The problem with this mask, Bats: No air holes.
Try and ï¬nd me, Batman.
I'm just another face in the crowd.
Oh, you win the door prize.
The waxworks hot wax special.
Face it, Bats, you'll be the most realistic dummy in the place.
No! Oh, another All Hallows Eve come and gone.
Well, at least Grundyâs curse is lifted.
What makes you so certain, sir? You're kidding, right? Just because an archvillain masqueraded as Grundy tonight does not mean the zombie doesn't exist.
What can I say, Alfred, you make a compelling argument.
If there was a Grundy, we'd have seen him by now.
Yeah.
Those old ladies were kooks.
Let's bail.
It's Grundy! Run!
Yes, they certainly are, Georgia.
But what are you doing trick-or-treating? Hello.
It's Halloween.
- Not just any Halloween.
- Tonight is Grundy's night.
There, the Swampland.
The birthplace of Solomon Grundy.
It was 150 years ago on this very night, in that very same swamp that a monster rose from the muck and slouched toward Gotham.
to wreak havoc against the very architects of our city.
But the lives Grundy ruined that fateful night weren't enough to satisfy him.
Grundy vowed to haunt the descendants of his victims by returning on the darkest of All Hallows Eves.
Tonight, during a total lunar eclipse Grundy will rise again.
How do you know so much about this? Because we are the granddaughters of Emmett Bolton, one of Grundy's victims.
And Grundy could come for us at any moment.
- Let's get out of here! - Let's get out of here! Don't you want any candy? To grandfather Emmett, who left us so much money and wonderful stories to scare children with.
Destroy! Destroy! - Trick or treat! - Trick or treat! Sorry if I scared you, Holmes.
It's Grundy's night, you know? I am well aware.
Any good costumes this round? If you consider Joker, Catwoman and Penguin good.
I guess it's more fun to be the bad guys.
You sure you didn't see a ghost, Alfred? I was a bit spooked by the chaperone's Solomon Grundy mask.
Well, it is Grundy's night.
Not all legends are legend, Master Bruce.
The Batman's faced a lot of things that go bump in the night, Alfred but swamp zombies? The Batwave.
Oh, it would appear something has gone âbump", sir.
What would Halloween be if I didn't get to wear my costume? - What happened here? - A vampire! The police will be here any moment.
I'm here to help you, not harm you.
Who or what did this? It was him.
He came for us.
Solomon Grundy.
Look how strong he is.
He did this with his have hands.
All part of his revenge.
Just as the legend told: Grundy would return on darkest night to deprive the descendants of all in their sight.
Our home, our assets.
We're fortunate we still have our lives.
Revenge.
- Ladies, I know you're frightened, but - If you don't believe us, look.
He came for us.
He'll come for the others too.
Who are these others? No.
Winslow, run! Grundy must have his revenge.
Grundy must destroy.
Destroy! Grundy wins.
No candy here, fellas.
My home, everything I own, gone.
Spiffy costume .
Sir, what happened to you? Your Gotham legend happened.
Solomon Grundy? There was a resemblance.
Your bruises didn't make themselves, Master Bruce.
Was your attacker a 7-and-a-half-foot-tall swamp zombie, or wasn't he? I just don't wanna have to believe in the boogeyman too, Alfred.
You would be wise to listen closely, sir.
The legend may provide a clue to lifting Grundy's curse.
It says here that Gotham Swamp wasn't always a swamp.
Once, it was a lake home to the mostly Eastern European laborers who built Gotham City.
But three businessmen, Bolton, Winslow and Parish conspired to make the area a dumping ground.
.
for the industrial waste created by Gotham's construction turning the lake into Gotham Swamp.
rendering the area unsuitable for habitation.
Several laborers who lost their homes were versed in magic from their native countries.
On All Hallows Eve, during a lunar eclipse they used that magic to form Solomon Grundy from the very waste of Gotham swamp.
Since the laborers and their families lost everything they owned so too would Grundy haunt Gotham's founding fathers and their families through the years, leaving them destitute.
Oh, poetic justice at its most spine-tingling.
Sir? I see you have no patience for old butler's tales.
Not true, Alfred.
But tonight, I'll let science dictate what is and isn't supernatural.
I'm looking for a follicle, a sliver of dead skin, anything in this mud that might contain a trace of Grundy's DNA.
Call me when the results are in.
And you will be where? It's nearly witching hour.
If Grundy's allowed to strike his last victim he could disappear for another 150 years.
Do hurry back, sir.
We wouldn't want you turning into a pumpkin.
Hey, good night, Mr.
Parish.
Happy Halloween.
Gotham' s oldest attraction and Halloween night, its biggest moneymaker.
Pretty fast for a swamp zombie.
Whoa, there, buddy.
I'm just messing with you.
Hey, didn't see you at old man Parish's shindig.
That's quite a Batman costume you got there.
Listen, I'm looking for a friend of mine.
Big guy, dressed like Solomon Grundy.
Haven't seen any swamp zombies but if I do, I'll let him know the Batman's looking for him.
The Batman.
-Master Bruce.
- Go ahead.
The Batwave traced DNA all right, mutated human DNA.
The odd thing is it wasn't on any follicles or skin.
But in the mud itself.
How on earth could you possibly have known that? Grundy may not be supernatural, but his threat is real, all right.
Grundy will destroy you.
Revenge.
Halloween's nearly over, Grundy.
Time to lose the mask.
Trick or treat, Clayface.
Can't blame me for having some Halloween fun, can you, Bats? Terrorizing the descendants and destroying their homes was your cover but it was their money you were after.
Leave them destitute like the legend says.
No one would think of chasing after Grundy for the money.
They'd have to dredge Gotham Swamp.
And I'd belong gone with my loot taking any face I wanted, alive, dead or nonexistent.
Knew I couldn't lose a 500-pound zombie that easily.
I may not have tricked you, Bats but I'm still gonna collect my treats.
A shape-shifter in a wax museum.
Great.
Grundy.
Too obvious.
My leg.
Sorry, Bats.
I'm the one providing the chills tonight.
The problem with this mask, Bats: No air holes.
Try and ï¬nd me, Batman.
I'm just another face in the crowd.
Oh, you win the door prize.
The waxworks hot wax special.
Face it, Bats, you'll be the most realistic dummy in the place.
No! Oh, another All Hallows Eve come and gone.
Well, at least Grundyâs curse is lifted.
What makes you so certain, sir? You're kidding, right? Just because an archvillain masqueraded as Grundy tonight does not mean the zombie doesn't exist.
What can I say, Alfred, you make a compelling argument.
If there was a Grundy, we'd have seen him by now.
Yeah.
Those old ladies were kooks.
Let's bail.
It's Grundy! Run!