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[CLANKlNG]

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

Ahh, you won't beIieve where l been.

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

[CHUCKLES]

Uh-uh, mine beats all y'aIl.

Yeah? So? Who goes first?

Dude, like l said, l'm gonna top them alI.

That's what you think.

B-DEVlL: So teIl.

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

[MAN HUMMING]

[MAN GRUNTS]

You're dead!

[LAUGHS]

[GRUNTS]

[PORKCHOP GROANS]

[GROWLS]

PORKCHOP: Dudes, l'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 l'm like, "l so know who this is."

Batman.

[GRUNTlNG]

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.

[HlSSES]

Whoa, that's amazing, man.

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

I got that story totalIy capped.

-Slow down. -Hey.

-Unh! -Whoa.

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

[PEDESTRlANS MURMUR]

[GASPS]

[GRUNTS]

[ROCKET APPROACHlNG]

[SCREAMlNG]

[GUN COCKS]

COP: Stop. PoIice.

Drop your gun.

[WOMAN GASPS]

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

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

Who?

MEESH: Batman.

[MAN lN BLACK AND WOMAN GRUNT]

[SCREAMlNG]

[SCREECHlNG]

Whoa, sick.

[GRUNTlNG]

[GRUNTS]

[TlRES 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 coIorful, yo.

Yeah, whatever.

[GROWLS]

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTlNG]

Man, they pounded the tar out of each other:

Pow, spIat, kerplop, flurb!

[GRUNTS]

"Flurb"?

Whatever.

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

. . .all the way to the river.

[PANTlNG]

[GUNFlRE]

[GUN CLlCKS]

[GRUNTS]

[SIGHS]

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

-But it sounds like-- -Sounds Iike 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 reaIly 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.

[HELlCOPTER WHlRS]

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

Put down the guns.

Bite me.

[SCREAMlNG]

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-DEVlL: You didn't say that.

-Did too. B-DEVlL: Did not.

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

I ain't afraid.

[GRUNTlNG]

[GRUNTS]

Whoa, sick.

Yo, man, are you guys messing with me?

Man, l miss all the action.

[GRUNTS]

[GROANS]

[KIDS MURMUR]

[KIDS COUGHlNG]

[COUGHS]

[CRUNCH]

[MOANS]

[SIGHS]

[GRUNTS]

Nice work, kid.

Looks like l 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 beIieve this. Come no, man.

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

[PHONE RlNGlNG]

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.

-AlIen, Ramirez. Inside. -Yes, sir.

And this would be?

Jacob FeeIy. Our man in bIack.

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. Feely .

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

He says it's going down in Tri-Corner, probabIy 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 calIed trust, detective.

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

But l don't trust him, sir.

You will.

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

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

He's a vigiIante, Anna.

He's not.

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

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

AIl 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 l did and l do.

Major Crimes Unit, Detective Ramirez and Detective AlIen.

-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.

DlSPATCHER [OVER RADlO]: 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.

RAMlREZ: You are in a mood tonight.

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

What? You can't.

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

It's the Major Crimes Unit, Cris.

Gordon picked you the same as he picked me.

He picked aIl 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 aImost a month, maybe l'd reconsider.

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

No, we run errands for a vigilante.

And that, partner, is just pIain wrong.

Whoa!

You can't walk away from this. . .

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

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

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

But l know this:

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

[CAR APPROACHES]

-lf you wanna give that up-- -Shh!

No, damn it, listen.

Anna, shut up.

RAMlREZ: Crap.

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

We're gonna need a lot of backup.

I told you and your lvans to stay the helI 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]

[YELLlNG] Ten-thirty-four! Ten-thirty-four!

Southwest O'NeiIl and Morrison.

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

Be advised, backup ETA three minutes.

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

[GROANS]

[GUN CLlCKS]

[PANTlNG]

Rocket Iauncher.

[LAUGHS]

Cris. Out!

ALLEN: Move your ass!

[SCREAMS]

[GRUNTS]

[GUNFlRE FROM BELOW]

[GRUNTS]

[MOANS]

[GRUNTlNG]

[PANTlNG]

[PANTS]

One of us just got Iucky.

[GUN COCKS]

[GRUNTS]

[CHUCKLES]

I'm thinking it was me, baby.

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

[GRUNTS]

ALLEN: Drop it!

[GRUNTS]

I'll kiIl her, l swear to God!

I'll do it. l'lI do it.

No.

You won't.

[PANTlNG]

[GRUNTS]

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

Lieutenant Gordon is a good judge of character.

[CLANKlNG]

Come for those pictures you had me take?

I wondered if l could fiIl in for you at that goIf tournament Ronald MarshaIl is holding.

He's someone l'd like to meet.

Actually , l 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 satelIite for?

WelI, l 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.

[HUMMlNG]

[WHlNES]

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.

[GUNFlRE]

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 puIse.

One strong enough to deflect a bullet.

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

Somebody pulIs a rifIe , 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 BARKlNG]

[POLlCE SlREN WAlLlNG IN DlSTANCE]

[CROWD MURMURS]

[CAMERAS CLlCK AND WHlR]

[CROWD APPLAUDS]

MAN: Oh! Oh. . . .

[POLlTE CLAPPlNG]

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

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

It's aIl about setting a tone, reaIly.

Considering moving here? I couId 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 gangfire by the punks she defended.

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

Maybe that'll heIp 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!

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

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

Is that right? Blond or brunette?

Half-Russian, haIf-ltaIian.

[WHlSTLES]

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 shouId be out there putting The Russian in his grave?

I can't kilI what l can't find.

Then look harder.

[GAGS]

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

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

I want him found and l want him dead.

You understand me? I want him dea--

[PANTS]

Who's driving the boat?

[BEEPlNG]

[MOTOR REVING]

What the hell are you doing?

Show yourseIf, idiot, so l can kill you dead.

You destroyed my boat!

The Russian.

Sal Maroni, the vermin.

MARONl : Get up. lt's The Russian.

It's The Russian. Murder him!

Shoot out their eyes.

[GRUNTlNG]

[GUN COCKS]

[YELLS]

[PANTlNG]

Aah! No!

[PANTS]

BATMAN: You get the docks. . .

. . .you stay in the slums.

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

[THE RUSSlAN CHOKES]

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

Got it?

The docks are yours.

Aah!

[GRUNTS]

[GROANS]

You broke him, you bought him.

You killed me.

[BATMOBlLE 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 lN WATER]

[CUFFS CLlNK]

We've got him, sir.

I caught you on the news missing that putt on the 1 2th.

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? lt was a glitch.

There was another one too.

It works too welI.

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

But it has to be mine.

No one else's.

Talk to me.

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

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

[SCREAMlNG]

Whole congregation went bug-eyed.

Started hallucinating, becoming violent.

RAMlREZ: 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.

[RAMlREZ AND ALLEN GRUNT]

You two mind giving me a moment alone?

WelI? 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.

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

I'll follow the traiI.

See if l 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 wireIess relay system.

SIaved 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'lI never be able to follow it.

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

I've found some footprints.

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

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

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

I'm foIlowing the old 1 0th 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.

FIushed him into the sewers.

AIl 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 Iook like from up on high?

It looks dirty.

BATMAN [OVER RADlO]: l'm in some old railway .

There are coffins everywhere.

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

. . .linking Gotham's cemeteries.

They used it to transport the dead.

[SN lFFS]

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

[BREATHlNG HEAVlLY]

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 RADlO]: He's twice as twisted. . .

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

GORDON [OVER RADlO]: 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 RADlO]: 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 RADlO]: Are you in pain? -l work through pain.

[GROWLlNG]

[MOAN lNG]

Batman, talk to me. What's happening?

[GROANS]

Croc's down for the count.

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

Definitely.

[CHANTlNG] 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.

PIease. l've done nothing wrong.

SCARECROW: Oh, but you have, cardinal.

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

. . .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, l 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?

[WHlMPERS]

BATMAN: I can.

[CULTlST SCREAMS]

[GRUNTlNG]

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]

[RUMBLlNG]

[GRUNTS]

[MOANS]

-Come on. -Maybe next time.

MAN: Stay away from me! Stay away!

[GUNFlRE]

[MAN PANTlNG]

[SCREAMS]

[GROANlNG]

[PANTlNG]

[GROANS]

[SIZZLlNG]

[GROANS]

[SCREAMlNG]

Bruce, strap his Iegs 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 l can.

AIl right. Here's the artery.

No perforation of the boweI. Give me a clamp.

[SCREAMS]

Okay, Bruce. Sew him up.

[PANTlNG]

[GROANlNG]

[GRUNTlNG]

[PANTS]

[GROANlNG]

[SCREECHES]

[HlSSES]

[CROWD MURMURlNG]

[SCREECHES]

They don't always win, you know.

More often than not they lose from what l 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 wiIl 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 knowIedge you seek.

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

Why should l want to train you?

Because after agreeing that they would, the fakirs wouId 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 deaI with my pain.

AIfred.

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

I'm making my way out.

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

ALFRED: l'll be there.

Unh! l've lost a lot of blood.

ALFRED: l'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, l'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. lt's something l manage.

Do you?

[SIZZLlNG]

Does that hurt, Cassandra?

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

-Does it scar? -Bruce. . .

. . .what pain doesn't?

[GRUNTlNG]

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?

[SIZZLlNG]

Cassandra.

Yes, Bruce?

How did you--?

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

My knowIedge 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 l wouId faiI.

It became a game for them.

But l didn't faiI.

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

. . .cast me out and l was exposed.

They said I had tricked them.

I was branded a witch.

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

PIease, Papa.

I swear l haven't done anything wrong.

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS]

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

[GRUNTS]

BRUCE: Why don't you leave?

CASSANDRA: Why?

Because this is where l belong.

In your Iife. . .

. . .isn't there such a pIace?

[PANTlNG]

[GRUNTS]

[TRUCK BEEPlNG]

[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.

PIease. lt'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 weIl to bide by them.

Witch!

Now leave before your mothers see you.

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS]

[GASPS]

[GRUNTlNG]

Cassandra, are you--?

You need to leave.

What? l just saved you from--

Nothing, Bruce.

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

They wouId 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, l have.

Then go.

Thank you.

You shouldn't thank me, Bruce.

I failed you.

You came asking for heIp 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]

[PANTlNG]

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

You keep moving it and l keep tripping over it.

Sorry, Alfred. I suppose I shouId 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.

FLOYD: 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, l saw.

MAN: The place is changing.

The poIice are deveIoping a backbone, which is why we need this hit.

Our Russian associates have been having difficulties there .

His removal would aIleviate most of their probIems.

However, this one couId 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 MarshalI's PDA.

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

. . .exactIy one week before Teresa WilIiams' assassination.

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

[GRUNTS]

AIl right, let's go.

[SIRENS WAlLlNG]

AIfred, how's the satellite picture?

ALFRED [OVER RADlO]: Splendid. l 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, l'd feeI 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 l'd Iike to know is how many other e-mail clients Deadshot has cultivated.

I want this killer and l want him tonight.

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

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

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

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

FortunateIy , the satelIite picks up no one on the bridge.

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

[TRAlN WHISTLE BLOWS]

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

AIl right. lt's showtime.

So predictable.

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

Let's make my cIients very happy.

Sir, are you aIl right?

Is your body armor holding up?

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

Sir, there's a tunneI, straight ahead.

[GRUNTlNG]

Too bad. Now what will you do?

[GROANS]

Either he's the bravest man l 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 buIletproof at close range.

We'll make this quick now.

WelI, well, don't teIl me I finalIy got the bat--?

Huh?

[GRUNTS]

Shoot your mouth off now, Deadshot.

[SCREAMS]

Don't kiIl me.

It was the Russians, they want you dead.

I was just. . .

[WHlMPERS]

. . .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, AIfred. I couIdn't have done it without you.

You're weIcome, sir.

Though next time someone shoots at you, try ducking.

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

. . .the cIoseness of the walls, the gunfire.

It seems l've been trying to stop those two buIlets all my life.

It's a fooI's dream, Alfred.

Sometimes l think l shouId just be done with it.

Perhaps you're right, sir.

But something tells me you have a deeper purpose.

Sir?

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