All language subtitles for Batman.Gotham.Knight.2008.720p.BRrip.x264.YIFY

[CLANKING]

Hey, yo, where you guys been?
I been here for, like, hours, man.

Ahh, you won't believe where I been.

Pfft! Hell with that.
You won't believe where I've been.

[CHUCKLES]

Uh-uh, mine beats all y'all.

Yeah? So? Who goes first?

Dude, like I said, I'm gonna top them all.

That's what you think.

B-DEVIL:
So tell.

PORKCHOP: So I'm down at the docks
a little while ago, yeah?

[MAN HUMMING]

[MAN GRUNTS]

You're dead!

[LAUGHS]

[GRUNTS]

[PORKCHOP GROANS]

[GROWLS]

PORKCHOP: Dudes, I'm, like, waiting
for this guy to totally waste me, right?

Then all of a sudden:

[ROARS]

[GROWLS]

PORKCHOP: I never seen him before
but I'm like, "I so know who this is."

Batman.

[GRUNTING]

Dudes, he's like this living shadow.
Every time the guy gets a hand on him...

...he disappears back
into the other shadows.

Then pops out somewhere else.

No, man, he's more like--

Hold up, I'm not done.

[ROARS]

Whoa, sick.

[HISSES]

Whoa, that's amazing, man.

Aw, he's tripping.
Batman ain't no living shadow.

I got that story totally capped.

-Slow down.
-Hey.

-Unh!
-Whoa.

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

[PEDESTRIANS MURMUR]

[GASPS]

[GRUNTS]

[ROCKET APPROACHING]

[SCREAMING]

[GUN COCKS]

COP:
Stop. Police.

Drop your gun.

[WOMAN GASPS]

PORKCHOP: Yo, man. Sounds like
the dude I saw, except he couldn't fly.

Yeah, well, that's when he showed up.

Who?

MEESH:
Batman.

[MAN IN BLACK AND WOMAN GRUNT]

[SCREAMING]

[SCREECHING]

Whoa, sick.

[GRUNTING]

[GRUNTS]

[TIRES SQUEAL]

[GROANS]

[GROWLS]

[NECK SQUELCHES]

[ROARS]

Yo, wait a minute.

Batman never cut nobody's head off.

Everybody knows
he don't ever kill nobody.

I'm making it more colorful, yo.

Yeah, whatever.

[GROWLS]

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTING]

Man, they pounded the tar
out of each other:

Pow, splat, kerplop, flurb!

[GRUNTS]

''Flurb''?

Whatever.

Anyway, they fought all the way
to the end of Rogers, man...

...all the way to the river.

[PANTING]

[GUNFIRE]

[GUN CLICKS]

[GRUNTS]

[SIGHS]

Yeah, well, the dude
ain't no giant flying bat.

-But it sounds like--
-Sounds like they picked up...

...over at the docks, by you.

I seen him and both of you are floating...

...if you think you know
what Batman really is.

He ain't no bat
and he ain't no spooky living shadow.

-How would you know?
-Because I saw him first.

[CROWD MURMURS]

WOMAN:
What's going on?

Ladies and gentlemen, this is a robbery.

If you cooperate, everything will be fine
and you'll be home in time for dinner.

Now line up in front of me, take all
your valuables and place them in this case.

[HELICOPTER WHIRS]

MAN 1: Let's get out of here.
MAN 2: Who is that?

Put down the guns.

Bite me.

[SCREAMING]

MAN 3:
Look out!

MAN 4: Aah! Run away!
MAN 5: Let's get out of here!

I ain't scared of you, man.

B-DEVIL:
You didn't say that.

-Did too.
B-DEVIL: Did not.

Yeah, well, anyway,
you go ahead and fire, man.

I ain't afraid.

[GRUNTING]

[GRUNTS]

Whoa, sick.

Yo, man, are you guys messing with me?

Man, I miss all the action.

[GRUNTS]

[GROANS]

[KIDS MURMUR]

[KIDS COUGHING]

[COUGHS]

[CRUNCH]

[MOANS]

[SIGHS]

[GRUNTS]

Nice work, kid.

Looks like I owe you one.

-What happened?
-Come on, man, spill it.

-He just vanished.
-That was Batman?

-What does he look like?
DANDER: Crazy.

I can't believe this. Come on, man.

B-DEVIL:
Man, have I got a story for you guys.

[PHONE RINGING]

And finally this morning, CEO Bruce Wayne
announced the launch date...

...of his company's next satellite:
the Waynecom Seven.

Speaking from the steps
of Wayne Enterprises...

...Wayne said the new satellite
represents the....

[WHOOSH NEARBY]

WOMAN:
Cris.

Detective Allen.

Partner.

ALLEN:
He's in there.

Right now, he's in there.

Again.

-Allen, Ramirez. Inside.
-Yes, sir.

And this would be?

Jacob Feely. Our man in black.

The high-tech psycho?

Just dropped in, did he, loo?

He's back in custody, Detective Allen.

That's good enough for me.

You and Detective Ramirez are going to
put Mr. Feely in some bar and leg cuffs...

...and take him back across the Narrows.

Yes, sir. This way, Mr. FeeIy.

Sergeant Del Arrazio says Maroni's guys
are gunning for The Russian, lieutenant.

He says it's going down in Tri-Corner,
probably tonight.

If you have a point, detective,
I'm still waiting to hear it.

Just wondering if now's the time
to be acting courier...

...for a vigilante, that's all, sir.

It's called trust, detective.

Something this city's had
in short supply until very recently.

But I don't trust him, sir.

You will.

You're like a dog with a bone.
You know that, partner?

-He's a vigilante.
RAMIREZ: He's not.

He's a vigilante, Anna.

He's not.

ALLEN: So, what do you call him, then?
Crime-fighter?

Hell, I don't know.
I don't even know if he's human, Cris.

All I know is that this city's changing
for the better thanks to him.

You didn't grow up here,
you don't see it.

But I did and I do.

Major Crimes Unit,
Detective Ramirez and Detective Allen.

-Dropping off or picking up?
-Dropping off. Jacob Feely.

You found him? Nice job.

-We just looked and there he was.
COP: You been across since breakout?

-Haven't had the pleasure.
COP: Couple things to keep in mind, then:

The whole island's now asylum grounds.

Keep your doors locked
and the windows up...

...until you're at the administration building.
Do not stop.

Anyone you see on the streets
are inmates, not citizens.

Understood.

COP:
I'll let them know you're coming.

Welcome back, Jacob.

ALLEN:
Dispatch, Victor 3-2...

...we are 1 0-24,
en route to State for drop-off.

DISPATCHER [OVER RADIO]:
Victor 3-2, 1 0-4.

I gotta tell you, partner,
this place gives me the creeps.

A whole island abandoned to madness.

This whole city's abandoned to madness.

RAMIREZ:
You are in a mood tonight.

ALLEN: Yeah. I'm thinking of
transferring out of the MCU.

What? You can't.

We've been partnered six weeks, Anna,
it's not like we're married.

It's the Major Crimes Unit, Cris.

Gordon picked you
the same as he picked me.

He picked all the detectives in the squad.

You can't turn your back on that.

ALLEN:
The Major Crimes Unit.

If we were stopping major crimes
like the gang war...

...that's been ripping this city into chunks
for almost a month, maybe I'd reconsider.

But that's not what we do, is it?

No, we run errands for a vigilante.

And that, partner, is just plain wrong.

Whoa!

You can't walk away from this...

...not when things
are finally beginning to change.

Not when the fact that you're an
honest cop is an asset, not a liability.

I don't know if we can trust the Batman.

But I know this:

Because of him, I'm not ashamed
of being a cop anymore.

[CAR APPROACHES]

-If you wanna give that up...
-Shh!

No, damn it, listen.

Anna, shut up.

RAMIREZ:
Crap.

That's The Russian,
we're gonna need backup.

We're gonna need a lot of backup.

I told you and your Ivans
to stay the hell off my turf, Russian.

You have no turf, Maroni,
and you have no power.

Then come and get me,
you son of a bitch.

[MEN GROAN]

[YELLING]
Ten-thirty-four! Ten-thirty-four!

Southwest O'Neill and Morrison.

DISPATCHER: Officers in need of assistance,
Southwest O'Neill and Morrison.

Be advised, backup ETA three minutes.

[YELLING]
We're gonna be dead in three minutes!

[GROANS]

[GUN CLICKS]

[PANTING]

Rocket launcher.

[LAUGHS]

Cris. Out!

ALLEN:
Move your ass!

[SCREAMS]

[GRUNTS]

[GUNFIRE FROM BELOW]

[GRUNTS]

[MOANS]

[GRUNTING]

[PANTING]

[PANTS]

One of us just got lucky.

[GUN COCKS]

[GRUNTS]

[CHUCKLES]

I'm thinking it was me, baby.

Don't move! Any closer,
I'll spray her brains all over the street.

[GRUNTS]

ALLEN:
Drop it!

[GRUNTS]

I'll kill her, I swear to God!

I'll do it. I'll do it.

No.

You won't.

[PANTING]

[GRUNTS]

You're MCU, aren't you? Gordon's squad.

Lieutenant Gordon
is a good judge of character.

[CLANKING]

Come for those pictures
you had me take?

I wondered if I could fill in for you at that
golf tournament Ronald Marshall is holding.

He's someone I'd like to meet.

Actually, I wasn't gonna go.

Mr. Marshall's reputation
is getting a little too shady for me.

I like the shade.

Two boats, each approximately 40 feet
in length, anchored in Gotham Harbor.

I'm assuming both are up for sale...

...you're trying to see
which one looks better from space?

BRUCE:
What else would you use a satellite for?

Well, I can think of a number of things...

...but this is something I never expected.

After the impromptu photo op
of the harbor you had me conduct...

...our satellite suffered
severe structural damage.

My first thought was a meteor.

Once we recovered
the detached section...

...we discovered
that it was crushed from the inside.

-By what?
-An electromagnetic pulse.

One we're about to replicate.

You're gonna wanna step back.

[HUMMING]

[WHINES]

Watch yourself.

My apologies.

The Waynecom satellite orients itself using
gyroscopic electromagnetic navigation.

This circuit is what generates
the field, correct?

Some of the prototypes
developed capacitance.

We thought we solved the problem.

Apparently, that is not the case.

So, what now?

I got an idea.

[GUNFIRE]

This is a highly sensitive
shock-wave sensor.

When the sensor detects a sound
above a preset decibel...

...it'll charge the gyro
and trigger a pulse.

One strong enough to deflect a bullet.

It'll work against all small-arms ammunition,
even at close range.

Somebody pulls a rifle, though,
you better duck.

Now, why would someone
wanna shoot me, Mr. Fox?

Let's just say your boyish charm...

...might not work with everybody,
Mr. Wayne.

[DOGS BARKING]

[POLICE SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE]

[CROWD MURMURS]

[CAMERAS CLICK AND WHIR]

[CROWD APPLAUDS]

MAN:
Oh! Oh....

[POLITE CLAPPING]

I admire a man
who vows to rebuild a neighborhood...

...and starts by putting in a golf course.

It's all about setting a tone, really.

Considering moving here?
I could get you a deal.

I appreciate that, Mr. Marshall.

It's just the murder
of that community activist lady...

...the one who tried to stop you
from building here.

Stories like that are bad
for my feng shui.

[BEEPS]

Teresa Williams was a thorn
in my side, no doubt.

But she was an admirable person.

The irony is that she died from gang fire
by the punks she defended.

By the way, I'm naming
the homeless shelter in her honor.

Maybe that'll help your feng shui.

You're up.

[CHUCKLES]

One thing I've learned in life, Bruce,
you're only as good as your drive.

[POWERS UP]

Aah!

CADDIE: We'll get right on it, sir.
MARSHALL: How the heck did that happen?

-Got any interest in some poker tonight?
BRUCE: I have some business to attend to.

Is that right? Blond or brunette?

Half-Russian, half-Italian.

[WHISTLES]

Wow. Now that's a handful.

[MAN 1 RETCHES]

MAN 2:
Hey, you all right, boss?

MAN 1 :
What's it look like to you?

Someone wanna tell me
why everyone's standing around...

...when you should be out there putting
The Russian in his grave?

I can't kill what I can't find.

Then look harder.

[GAGS]

All of you. Every second
that piece of garbage breathes air...

...I gotta be out here puking off
the side of this freaking boat.

I want him found and I want him dead.

You understand me? I want him dea...

[PANTS]

Who's driving the boat?

[BEEPING]

[MOTOR REVVING]

What the hell are you doing?

Show yourself, idiot,
so I can kill you dead.

You destroyed my boat!

The Russian.

Sal Maroni, the vermin.

MARONI:
Get up. It's The Russian.

It's The Russian. Murder him!

Shoot out their eyes.

[GRUNTING]

[GUN COCKS]

[YELLS]

[PANTING]

Aah! No!

[PANTS]

BATMAN:
You get the docks...

...you stay in the slums.

That's the arrangement
until I get something on you.

[THE RUSSIAN CHOKES]

And then you can fight over
who gets the top bunk in Blackgate.

Got it?

The docks are yours.

Aah!

[GRUNTS]

[GROANS]

You broke him, you bought him.

You killed me.

[BATMOBILE DOOR OPENS]

I have a gunshot victim. Severe bleeding
in the shoulder. He needs assistance. Now.

[ANTON MOANS]

Get away.

Put it down. Drop the gun.

No one shoot.

[GRUNTS]

It's over.

Give me the gun.

[ANTON GRUNTS]

[GUN SPLASHES IN WATER]

[CUFFS CLINK]

We've got him, sir.

I caught you on the news
missing that putt on the 12th.

Looked like a 5-footer.

But probably not as embarrassing as having
your club mysteriously launched into a tree.

Wonder how that happened.

What can I say? It was a glitch.

There was another one too.

It works too well.

I'm willing to put my life on the line
to do what I have to.

But it has to be mine.

No one ease�s.

Talk to me.

Reports are contradictory,
but from what we can tell...

...Cardinal O'Fallon was midway through
a sermon when all hell broke loose.

[SCREAMING]

Whole congregation went bug-eyed.

Started hallucinating, becoming violent.

RAMIREZ:
They said a monster appeared.

A lizard man.
Eight feet tall, covered in scales.

He attacked O'Fallon.
Carried him into the crypts.

Sixth high-profile abduction this week.

Yeah. Got ourselves a real
growth industry here in Gotham.

[RAMIREZ AND ALLEN GRUNT]

You two mind giving me
a moment alone?

Well? You thinking what I'm thinking?

Speak up. I know you're in here.

Jonathan Crane, a.k.a. The Scarecrow.

It has to be. He's been at large
since that night in the Narrows.

CSI team found traces of that
weaponized hallucinogen he was peddling.

I'll follow the trail.

See if I can catch up
with O'Fallon's abductor.

The lizard man? You think he's real?

There's an urban myth circulating.
A cannibal.

Even money says he's real.

Here.

I'll keep in contact with this.
It's a wireless relay system.

Slaved to the communicator in my mask.

In case you're tempted to try
and track me with it, don't bother.

Signals are locked
with quantum cryptology...

...bounced through a dozen different
satellites. You'll never be able to follow it.

-Can you hear me, Gordon?
GORDON [OVER RADIO]: Loud and clear.

I've found some footprints.

Based on the size and depth
of the depressions...

...I'd estimate our monster
as weighing more than 300 pounds.

[OVER RADIO]:
The trail's heading east. Stand by.

I'm following
the old 10th Street subway line.

Just coming upon one of Gotham's
celebrated ghost stations.

The bat.

You're supposed to be up in the sky.

Why you underground?
You break your wings?

I'm looking for a monster.

Ha. We all monsters here.

This one's different. A predator.

Ah, Killer Croc.

They say his momma didn't want him.

Flushed him into the sewers.

All that toxic waste down here
done turned him.

Made him strong.

Which way?

He gone down the coffin road.

Hey, bat, when you flying...

...what the city look like
from up on high?

It looks dirty.

BATMAN [OVER RADIO]:
I'm in some old railway.

There are coffins everywhere.

GORDON [OVER RADIO]:
Used to be a pneumatic system...

...linking Gotham's cemeteries.

They used it to transport the dead.

[SNIFFS]

There's methane in here.
I'm switching to air-assist.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

Got a lead on your Killer Croc.

His name's Waylon Jones.

He was an inmate at Arkham Asylum...

...and a former test subject in Dr. Crane's
fear-aversion therapy program.

BATMAN [OVER RADIO]:
He's twice as twisted...

...now that Crane's had a go at him.

GORDON [OVER RADIO]:
Jones was a former circus sideshow freak.

Suffers from a rare skin disorder
known as ''Epiderma-- ''

Epidermolytic hyperkeratosis.

GORDON:
Right.

Apparently, he filed his teeth
to razor points, went on a killing spree.

And get this, that fear of his
Crane was working on averting?

Bats.

[GROWLS]

[GRUNTS]

[BATMAN SCREAMS]

GORDON:
Batman, what's going on?

BATMAN [OVER RADIO]:
I found Croc.

Something's wrong,
vision's all twisted inside out.

Croc bit me.

I think he's got the Scarecrow's fear toxin
boiling inside his veins.

Infected me with it.

GORDON [OVER RADIO]: Are you in pain?
-I work through pain.

[GROWLING]

[MOANING]

Batman, talk to me. What's happening?

[GROANS]

Croc's down for the count.

GORDON [OVER RADIO]: What about
the toxin? You still seeing things?

Definitely.

[CHANTING]
Death! Death! Death!

Death! Death!

Death! Death! Death!

Cardinal O'Fallon, I sentence you to death
for your crimes against Gotham.

Just like all the other enemies
that have come before you.

Please. I've done nothing wrong.

SCARECROW:
Oh, but you have, cardinal.

You tried to help the city's homeless...

...tried to save the wretched
and forgotten.

But The Scarecrow
doesn't want them saved.

The Scarecrow wants them driven
downward into my kind and loving arms.

The Scarecrow's here, with an army
of escaped Arkham inmates and homeless.

They've all been poisoned with toxin.

Where are you, Batman?

Beneath the eastern reservoir, I guess.
In the old weir chambers.

I'm sending reinforcements now.
Just hold tight till we get there.

No time for that.

Can anyone here speak for the holy man?

[WHIMPERS]

BATMAN:
I can.

[CULTIST SCREAMS]

[GRUNTING]

Take my hand.

[GROANS]

[COUGHS]

I can hardly breathe.

BATMAN:
Methane gas, our ticket out of here.

-What are you doing?
-Lighting a match.

Now close your eyes.

[O'FALLON GASPS]

[RUMBLING]

[GRUNTS]

[MOANS]

-Come on.
-Maybe next time.

MAN:
Stay away from me! Stay away!

[GUNFIRE]

[MAN PANTING]

[SCREAMS]

[GROANING]

[PANTING]

[GROANS]

[SIZZLING]

[GROANS]

[SCREAMING]

Bruce, strap his legs down.

I'm trying.

So was this what you expected
when you volunteered for the relief effort?

I knew it'd be bad.

This bad?

I'm here to do whatever I can.

All right. Here's the artery.

No perforation of the bowel.
Give me a clamp.

[SCREAMS]

Okay, Bruce. Sew him up.

[PANTING]

[GROANING]

[GRUNTING]

[PANTS]

[GROANING]

[SCREECHES]

[HISSES]

[CROWD MURMURING]

[SCREECHES]

They don't always win, you know.

More often than not they lose
from what I understand.

So when do I get started with the fakirs?

ARMAN:
Um, you don't. Ever.

But they've made me wait months
for this opportunity.

They will not train you.

Why? Is it a question of money?
Because if it is--

No, Mr. Wayne.

They're not concerned with your money.
Or anyone's, for that matter.

Then what is it?

Honesty, Mr. Wayne.

The fakirs said
you were not honest with them.

You are not looking
for enlightenment or truth.

This is what they said.

Perhaps...

...there is another who possesses
the knowledge you seek.

Not a fakir,
but she may be able to help you.

Why should I want to train you?

Because after agreeing that they would,
the fakirs would not, Cassandra.

What made them change their minds?

I don't know.

And what is it you seek to do?

I'm looking for a way...

...to deal with my pain.

Alfred.

-Alfred, can you hear me?
ALFRED [OVER RADIO]: Always, sir.

I'm making my way out.

I need you to follow my coordinates,
meet me up top.

ALFRED:
I'll be there.

Unh! I've lost a lot of blood.

ALFRED:
I'll bring some along.

[GROANS]

CASSANDRA:
Pain exists in two forms:

Exterior, that which is caused
by forces we can't control...

...and interior, which we can.

Both, though,
can be managed through will.

I know, I've researched the techniques.
Breathing control, hypnosis.

What of the spiritual nature?

Have you researched that as well?

The interior is something you deny.

No. It's something I manage.

Do you?

[SIZZLING]

Does that hurt, Cassandra?

It feels like being caught in the rain.
An annoyance.

-Does it scar?
-Bruce...

...what pain doesn't?

[GRUNTING]

BRUCE:
Pain cannot be overcome.

CASSANDRA:
No, but it can be put in its place.

That place
is where pain can work for you.

CASSANDRA:
Pain doesn't work for you.

You work through pain.

Bruce, after all these months,
haven't you learned?

[SIZZLING]

Cassandra.

Yes, Bruce?

How did you--?

Ah, the question that's hung in the air
since you arrived.

My knowledge was gained
through deceit.

I came to the fakirs seeking enlightenment,
masquerading as a boy.

I have no doubt that they saw me
for what I really was...

...but they agreed to show me the path.

Why?

So I would fail.

It became a game for them.

But I didn't fail.

And after many years,
they tired of their little game...

...cast me out and I was exposed.

They said I had tricked them.

I was branded a witch.

My family turned their back to me,
as I caused them great shame.

Please, Papa.

I swear I haven't done anything wrong.

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS]

In the village, I am either feared or hated,
take your pick.

[GRUNTS]

BRUCE:
Why don't you leave?

CASSANDRA:
Why?

Because this is where I belong.

In your life...

...isn't there such a place?

[PANTING]

[GRUNTS]

[TRUCK BEEPING]

[GRUNTS]

MAN 1 :
We wanna talk to you.

MAN 2:
Yes, come on out, traitor!

BRUCE:
Cassandra?

It's nothing, Bruce.

Sounds like an angry nothing.

Just boys, playing at being men.

Remember? I'm hated.

BRUCE:
And feared.

-Wait here.
BRUCE: No.

Please. It's nothing.

You shame yourself acting this way.

Shame? You're the betrayer.

Teaching an outsider
what is not his to know.

The ways of Bhusara
are open to everyone.

You would do well to bide by them.

Witch!

Now leave before your mothers see you.

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS]

[GASPS]

[GRUNTING]

Cassandra, are you--?

You need to leave.

What? I just saved you from--

Nothing, Bruce.

Like the fakirs, they would have
grown tired of their game.

They would have left on their own.

You, though, must be sent away.

It's time.

You've learned what you wanted to,
haven't you?

Yes, I have.

Then go.

Thank you.

You shouldn't thank me, Bruce.

I failed you.

You came asking for help
in dealing with your pain.

CASSANDRA:
But your pain is beyond my abilities.

Perhaps yours as well.

For your pain is leading you down
a path you desire.

Sir, give me your hand.

I....

I can't.

MAN:
Bruce, don't run.

WOMAN:
Tom, someone's over there.

Give me those pearls, lady.

MARTHA:
No!

[MARTHA SCREAMS]

[COCKS]

[PANTING]

I'm sorry, sir. But I was wondering what
you wanted to do with your gun collection.

You keep moving it
and I keep tripping over it.

Sorry, Alfred. I suppose I should take it
to the police.

It's a bagful of tragedy, that's what it is.

I don't know
how you could even handle them.

You have to know your enemy, Alfred.

I'd never use one, but even I can appreciate
the attraction of a gun.

The heft.

BRUCE:
The sleekness.

The cool steel. The precision.

And the power.

The power to change lives, history.

The power of God.

[SCREAMS]

Mwah. Another happy customer.

FLO YD:
Everyone satisfied?

MAN:
Yeah. But the champagne glass...

...a bit much, don't you think?

We don't need theatrics.

Just keeping it interesting.

Have you read your e-mail?

They want you back in Gotham again.

Yeah, I saw.

MAN:
The place is changing.

The police are developing a backbone,
which is why we need this hit.

Our Russian associates
have been having difficulties there.

His removal would alleviate
most of their problems.

However, this one could get dicey.

[FLY BUZZING]

Just another cop kill.

You think? You worry me sometimes.

You worry too much.

MAN:
Word came from the Russians.

The hit's in the next couple of days.

They say he can target
from 2000 meters or more.

We've put a 24-hour watch on Gordon...

...but we can't cover every window
and rooftop.

I'll do what I can.

Thanks. We've never dealt with anyone
like Deadshot before.

Maybe you have.

Ronald Marshall's PDA.

There's a POP mail account.
It links to an encrypted wire transmission...

...exactly one week
before Teresa Williams' assassination.

-Where'd you get this?
-Just turn it on.

[GRUNTS]

All right, let's go.

[SIRENS WAILING]

Alfred, how's the satellite picture?

ALFRED [OVER RADIO]: Splendid.
I can almost see your pointy ears, sir.

But there's no sign of any rooftop sniper,
at least not in your area.

Stay with me, Alfred.

I'm on it, sir.

Sir, I'd feel better
if you put your helmet back on.

This car isn't completely bulletproof.

I'm having a hard enough time reading this
screen without the glare from that visor.

What I'd like to know is how many other
e-mail clients Deadshot has cultivated.

I want this killer and I want him tonight.

That doesn't mean you should make
yourself a sitting duck.

-He likes moving targets, you know.
-Keep driving.

ALFRED [OVER RADIO]: Master Bruce,
there's a troublesome spot up ahead.

Lieutenant Gordon will be passing
under the el bridge just as the train goes by.

Fortunately, the satellite picks up
no one on the bridge.

Hard to believe he'd try to fire
from a 60-mile-an-hour train.

[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS]

Good Lord. There's another train
coming in the opposite direction.

All right. It's showtime.

So predictable.

I knew I'd flush you out
if I went after the lieutenant.

Let's make my clients very happy.

Sir, are you all right?

Is your body armor holding up?

It's fine. At least from this far away.

Sir, there's a tunnel, straight ahead.

[GRUNTING]

Too bad. Now what will you do?

[GROANS]

Either he's the bravest man I ever faced
or a complete fool.

I must say, Batman, that's the first time
anyone's tried to stop my gunfire...

...by running into it.

No suit is bulletproof at close range.

We'll make this quick now.

Well, well, don't tell me
I finally got the bat--?

Huh?

[GRUNTS]

Shoot your mouth off now, Deadshot.

[SCREAMS]

Don't kill me.

It was the Russians, they want you dead.

I was just...

[WHIMPERS]

...doing my job.

[GRUNTS]

Unnamed police officials report
that the mysterious Batman...

...may have had a hand in last night's
capture of Floyd Lawton...

...better known as the hit man Deadshot.

Police also say businessman
Ronald Marshall has been implicated...

...in at least one of Deadshot's
alleged assassinations.

If convicted, both men
could be facing the death penalty.

Thanks again, Alfred.
I couldn't have done it without you.

You're welcome, sir.

Though next time someone shoots at you,
try ducking.

It was just like that night
in the alley, Alfred...

...the closeness of the walls, the gunfire.

It seems I've been trying to stop
those two bullets all my life.

It's a fool's dream, Alfred.

Sometimes I think I should
just be done with it.

Perhaps you're right, sir.

But something tells me
you have a deeper purpose.

Sir?