Batman and Robin

Crime, stalking our city by night and day,

is on the increase.

Our undermanned police force is helpless to cope with the situation.

But they have an ally, Batman.

Who, with the faithful Robin,

wages unending war against all criminals.

With their mission accomplished,

these glamorous figures vanish as suddenly as they appear.

Where do they go?

What strange place can conceal their identities?

In the suburbs of Gotham City is the home of Bruce Wayne,

known to his neighbors as a wealthy playboy.

Only the faithful Alfred knows the closely guarded secret

of what lies beneath the house:

The batcave.

Famed headquarters of those relentless crusaders for law and order.

Batman and Robin.

Good evening, miss Vale.

Hello, Alfred.

Is your hardworking boss in?

He's somewhere about.

I'll let him know you're here.

Will you go right in?

Yes?

Miss Vale is here, sir.

Give it the usual tests for invisible ink.

I'll change and go entertain Vicki.

You'd better be careful,

I think she's beginning to get wise

that Batman and Bruce Wayne are the same.

Well, if she gets too close,

we know how to throw her off the track.

Hello, Vicki.

Hello, Bruce.

Oh, you poor boy.

Worn out with your social duties, I suppose.

Utterly.

Don't you ever go anywhere without this camera?

Well, that is how I make my living, you know.

How strenuous.

You should join the police department.

Well, perhaps you'll speak to your friend commissioner Gordon about me

I'll be glad to.

This is commissioner Gordon.

I have confidential information from Washington

that you've perfected your remote-control machine,

it's the biggest thing we've ever done

it will revolutionize transportation.

Well, Washington wants me to, uh, furnish you

with protection for your plant.

We have plenty of guards. I know how short-handed you are.

I know, mr. Williams, but Washington is very insistent,

I'll send a man out tomorrow to check your guard system.

OK, if it'll make you feel better.

Thank you. Goodbye, Gordon.

Mr. Williams, you told me to let you know

when the armored car with the payroll is arriving.

It's just now entering the gates.

Well, it's about time. Thank you, Norwood.

Get me the Gotham City police. Hurry.

Right.

Right. I've got it.

Sergeant, radio all cars in district 4 to get to the research plant.

Armed robbery.

Yes?

The bat signal is on and miss Vale is still here.

OK. I'll get rid of her.

Mr. Wayne's residence.

Yes, she's here.

I'll tell her at once, sir.

Pardon me, miss.

Your office wishes you to cover an accident on Harbor Blvd.

Come along, Bruce.

The excitement will be good for you.

Oh, Vicki, please. I'm so tired.

I'm not the least bit surprised.

Poor old man.

Take care of him, Alfred.

I'll do my best, miss.

Is the Batman signal still on?

Yes, sir, but... but what?

Suppose there is no accident on Harbor Blvd.

Unfortunately, there's at least one every night.

Where is it?

It's the electronic research plant on South Main Street.

I got it over the police radio.

The armored car must have been stolen.

We didn't suspect anything until the men started shooting.

Then one of them came in here and tied me up.

It was a smartly planned job.

No trace of the car has been found yet.

The loss of the remote-control machine is a serious matter.

In criminal hands it will be a very dangerous weapon.

Didn't prof. Hammil design it?

Yes. But after he became ill and, uh,

rather eccentric, we completed it.

Where is he now?

At home, in retirement.

Prof. Hammil.

So, you let my machine be stolen,

my life work.

You're a pack of careless idiots.

We're doing everything we can to get it back.

Whoever stole it probably has more brains than all of you.

You'll never see it again.

Take me home, Carter.

Did you tell professor Hammil

that his machine was stolen?

No.

Then how could he know it so soon?

I'll look into that.

Will you work with us on the job of recovering the machine?

Yes. But I'd like to know more about it

and what it can do.

If you're free to tell me.

Why, certainly.

We have a small working model over here.

This machine operates on an entirely new electronic principle.

Any moving vehicle can be brought under control.

And guided to any destination the operator desires.

What's the machine's range?

About 50 Miles.

We're trying to extend that.

The possibilities of this thing

in criminal hands are appalling.

Why, one man could control the industry of an entire city.

What keeps the machine in operation?

Diamonds.

Even the industrial kind.

Without them, the machine is useless.

Then every place where diamonds can be had

must be closely guarded.

Why, that's almost impossible.

You must make it possible

even if you have to hire special police.

It's our chance to get a lead on those responsible

for the theft of this dangerous machine.

That's all, Carter, leave me alone.

But you haven't had your dinner, sir.

You heard me, get out.

Yes, sir.

Take it easy.

I don't want to turn any juice

into this million-dollar baby

till the boss gives the word.

The Wizard.

You've done very well.

Your reward will be a share

of the great power this machine will give me.

The plan worked exactly as you said it would, sir.

Of course it did. With this in operation,

I'll be able to control everything that moves,

including man himself.

Don't touch that!

Oh, I'm sorry, sir,

being sorry is stupid.

When you've made a mistake, learn what's right