Batman Black And White Motion Comics (2008) s01e05 Episode Script
The Black and White Bandit
Batman - Black and White Motion Comics S01E05 - The Black and White Bandit It's a red-letter day for art lovers in uptown Gotham as the Winsor Munsell Museum of fine art opens its doors for the first time.
This portrait of you is really quite exquisite in its hues.
So vivid, so lifelike.
Is the artist here tonight? Er, no.
Poor Chiara was a little unstable, you know.
Had some problems.
Most unfortunate.
Pity.
I'd have liked to meet-- What the--? Can't breathe.
Time for Bruce Wayne to fade away And Batman to appear.
Better use the mini-respirator.
This is what I've come for.
Anyone can see that it's a masterpiece! Hmm.
Nice costume Pitty you've caught me in a black mood! Blinded Stop him! He's stolen the Russian imperial chess set.
Hah! That was one in the eye for Munsell, eh Domino? And I'm not finished yet, Domino.
It all seemed so perfect then.
His chemical corporation had invented some amazing new pigments.
By commissioning me, the great Roscoe Chiara, to create his portrait with them, he would gain not only a masterpiece but priceless publicity for the paints.
And they were wonderful colors, with a range and brilliance never seen before.
But he hadn't told me the paints were untested.
When the headaches started, I thought it was overwork I fell asleep, exhausted, the night I added the final strokes.
And when I awoke Oh, when I awoke.
The horror! The painting, the glorious portrait, had lost all its color! My first thought was that the pigments had faded overnight, wasting months of work.
To see better I tore open the drapes! It was then, seeing the gray trees against the gray sky, that the terrible truth dawned.
The paints had destroyed my color vision! And that's why Munsell will always be in the red with me.
However much I take from him, he has robbed me of the rainbow itself! Hah! Another perfect piece for my two-tone treasure house, courtesy of Winsor Munsell.
Oh, I can't resist It's like a red rag to a bull.
I'm sorry, sister Rose.
The vault is time-locked until nine a.
m.
Very well, Mr.
Brownlow.
I suppose I am early.
Er, dawn prayers, you know.
And, as the cardinal's antiquities expert, I have no time to waste.
Yes, I understand.
But I'm afraid you'll have to wait.
Gah! Blasted pen Oh, excuse me, sister.
Might I have my newspaper back? Yeah, take it.
Er, thank you, young man.
You're welcome.
Bye, Brownlow.
Nine o'clock.
The vault is open now, sister Rose.
If you'd step this way.
Wha--? Got you red-handed this time, Chiara.
Or should I say black-handed? Th-there's some mistake! I'm sister Rose of the Holy Sure you are! We planted the story in the papers, Chiara.
The Shroud of Milan is still in Italy.
And your fingerprints, obtained with Mr.
Wayne's help, confirm your identity.
You're going to the pen Think again! I've had enough of pens! Since we're in the bank, Chiara, here's the deposit you made with me the other day returned with interest! Say, what the blue blazes is going on out there? Oh, I should guess one of your men has just told Chiara to get in the black and white.
This portrait of you is really quite exquisite in its hues.
So vivid, so lifelike.
Is the artist here tonight? Er, no.
Poor Chiara was a little unstable, you know.
Had some problems.
Most unfortunate.
Pity.
I'd have liked to meet-- What the--? Can't breathe.
Time for Bruce Wayne to fade away And Batman to appear.
Better use the mini-respirator.
This is what I've come for.
Anyone can see that it's a masterpiece! Hmm.
Nice costume Pitty you've caught me in a black mood! Blinded Stop him! He's stolen the Russian imperial chess set.
Hah! That was one in the eye for Munsell, eh Domino? And I'm not finished yet, Domino.
It all seemed so perfect then.
His chemical corporation had invented some amazing new pigments.
By commissioning me, the great Roscoe Chiara, to create his portrait with them, he would gain not only a masterpiece but priceless publicity for the paints.
And they were wonderful colors, with a range and brilliance never seen before.
But he hadn't told me the paints were untested.
When the headaches started, I thought it was overwork I fell asleep, exhausted, the night I added the final strokes.
And when I awoke Oh, when I awoke.
The horror! The painting, the glorious portrait, had lost all its color! My first thought was that the pigments had faded overnight, wasting months of work.
To see better I tore open the drapes! It was then, seeing the gray trees against the gray sky, that the terrible truth dawned.
The paints had destroyed my color vision! And that's why Munsell will always be in the red with me.
However much I take from him, he has robbed me of the rainbow itself! Hah! Another perfect piece for my two-tone treasure house, courtesy of Winsor Munsell.
Oh, I can't resist It's like a red rag to a bull.
I'm sorry, sister Rose.
The vault is time-locked until nine a.
m.
Very well, Mr.
Brownlow.
I suppose I am early.
Er, dawn prayers, you know.
And, as the cardinal's antiquities expert, I have no time to waste.
Yes, I understand.
But I'm afraid you'll have to wait.
Gah! Blasted pen Oh, excuse me, sister.
Might I have my newspaper back? Yeah, take it.
Er, thank you, young man.
You're welcome.
Bye, Brownlow.
Nine o'clock.
The vault is open now, sister Rose.
If you'd step this way.
Wha--? Got you red-handed this time, Chiara.
Or should I say black-handed? Th-there's some mistake! I'm sister Rose of the Holy Sure you are! We planted the story in the papers, Chiara.
The Shroud of Milan is still in Italy.
And your fingerprints, obtained with Mr.
Wayne's help, confirm your identity.
You're going to the pen Think again! I've had enough of pens! Since we're in the bank, Chiara, here's the deposit you made with me the other day returned with interest! Say, what the blue blazes is going on out there? Oh, I should guess one of your men has just told Chiara to get in the black and white.