I know about your clinic. I'm guessing that Cherry lets you have that as long as you work these fights. That's your deal, right?
So, I'm guessing that that means something to you, which makes you vulnerable to... [suddenly confused] to, um...
All right, let's hear it. What's your brilliant scheme?
You said you were going to force me to help you. So, what is your threat? Hit me.
If you don't help me, I am going to... do... something to that clinic!
[bursts out laughing] Oh my God, you really aren't smart!
You gave me quite the scare, back there. How you feeling?
The doc says you're gonna be OK.
Well, that shows what he knows. Pyg? [Gordon shakes his head] Son of a bitch. He could've killed me, but he cut me just deep enough to make you choose: go after him, or save my worthless hide.
So pay it back, now. Tell me the truth: how long you been taking money from Penguin? [Harvey looks away] You knew Metzke was the bag-man; you knew Nakajima was dirty. Then Pyg... says all this stuff, about you deserving to be killed. [coldly] I don't know why I didn't see it before; maybe I didn't want to. I just need to know, how long. We talkin' years?
[tearfully] No. Just since this license crap started. The commissioner ordered us to comply. Then, Metzke started showing up with these envelopes, stuffed with cash. I didn't do nothing I wouldn'ta done anyway. [Gordon nods, looks away] You gotta understand, Jim, the bills I got...the debts I got-
It stops. It stops, right now. [leaves]
So that's it. We're shutting up shop. So long, farewell, toodle-ooo.
All this was so I could be Ra's' eyes and ears in Gotham. He was bankrolling us, but now he's gone, so I'm pulling the plug. Help yourself to whatever.
So, all of this - being partners, building something together - all lies.
A sales pitch. I couldn't do it alone.
We can still spy on the jerks who come in here and get intel on jobs. We can make it work.
What, and the three of us stay together like a plucky little family? Well, how about a little parting lesson from Big Sis: In this life, you're on your own. Always.
PProfessor Pyg
Oh, I hope you do. Because I want to thank you in the flesh, flesh, flesh. What you said about the rot in Gotham, high to low - so concisely phrased - well, it gave me an idea. The next step in my plot. It's a saga. It's an epic. It's a spectacle. And you're my muse, Jimmy Gordon. I'll see you soon.
Those cops were waiting for you.
Yeah. To spit in my face.
If that's what they wanted to do. You owed it to them to be there. To stand in front of them. Look each one in the eye. If you'd have done that, maybe you could have gotten their respect.
I don't deserve their respect. Jim, I shot Officer Patel. What the hell was I supposed to do? Stand in front of her and hand her the bullet that I shot her with, that came from my gun?
That's the job. Take responsibility for what happens to your cops. That's the job.
So now you're telling me what the job is?
Well, today, Jim... I just couldn't do the job. So I sent you. Because I knew you could.
It's not good enough. Not today. They needed you there.
Well... Ain't nothing I can do about it, now.
[stands up, takes the form out of his pocket] You got a pen?
[Jim takes his pen, signs the form and hands it to Harvey]
Harvey Bullock, you are relieved of duty. As of this moment, I'm assuming the captaincy of Gotham Central.
Well, well. Look who finally got what he always wanted. But what I'm wondering is... What did you have to do to get it?
All I did was my job. Same as you.
[stands up, throws the form down on the desk and walks out] Nothing in Gotham is free, Captain Gordon. [pauses at the door] You just better hope you can pay up when your bill's due. And it'll come due.
You killed Ra's al-Ghul. Vengeance for your parents' death has been your driving force for so long, you are completely lost without it.
[ignoring him, dialing his phone] I need to call Tommy...
[snatching his phone away] Have you forgotten what day it is today?
[angry] Today is the day my father took me camping. We put two rocks on top of Mount Bristol. We did it every year. Now give me my phone.
[Alfred puts down two rocks, one marked "TW" and the other "BW"]
You are Bruce Wayne, son of Thomas Wayne, and the sooner you start remembering that, the better!