SSullim
Master, our lives are yours to take. But this woman does not serve the League. Her goals are limited, selfish.
That's Barbara, all right.
SSullim
Whatever faith you had in her was misplaced. If she keeps the Demon's Head, the League shall die.
Wait, what do you mean if she keeps the Demon's Head? I thought you were supposed to get it the second you... came back.
RSRa's al-Ghul
No. Barbara must give it to me.
RSRa's al-Ghul
Then I'll kill her and rip it from her corpse!
We can find from Barbara where the League hides. Temples, safehouses, he'll be in one of them. Meanwhile, we'll try to fix the knife-
Yeah, we'll just take it to the magic knife shop, no problem.
I am. If Ra's wanted you dead, you would be. He obviously likes you.
I know it's not about you! [pause] Gotham has managed a long time without you. It can manage a little longer, if you have one night off. [sighs]... You did good today.
... So did you. [he leans in to kiss her]
RSRa's Al Ghul
Ahem. [Selina and Bruce spin around] Poor timing. Apologies. I only want to talk... alone, please.
RSRa's Al Ghul
Very well. She's right, you know, Bruce; I do like you. Respect you. Respect you for what you'll become.
... You have no idea what I'll become.
RSRa's Al Ghul
Of course I do. At least, who you could become.
RSRa's Al Ghul
I felt I owed you an explanation, as to why I chose to live. When I took back the Demon's Head, I saw... a vision, of a cataclysmic event, soon to befall this city.
RSRa's Al Ghul
A cleansing fire that will destroy, purify, create... create you, Bruce. Because I will use it as a mighty forge, molding you into a Dark Knight of Gotham. [turns toward the fireplace] If it doesn't kill you, that is.
Jeremiah, the gas worked! Think about it: you want to carry out Jerome's crazy plans sanely? What could be madder than that?!
"Madder?" Let's see. [consults Jerome's diary] Ah, here for example. Jerome wanted to "slather you in honey and have you eaten alive by corpse beetles." Now, that's mad. Me, if I want to kill you, I'll just do it. [aims his pistol at Bruce] I'll shoot you in the head, simply... and sanely.
[Trying to reason with him] Jeremiah...
But I don't want to kill you. [lowers his pistol, the Cult of Jerome boos]
CJCultist of Jerome
Come on!
Are you gonna listen, or are you gonna behave like children? See, I don't want to kill you, because I want to show you how much I've changed things. How much we've changed things. 'Cause I could not have done any of this without your help.
[Butch is interrogating Jongleur]
You starin' at me? Yeah, I get it. Sometimes, I accidentally catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. It scares me, too. And then I get angry. The longer I'm like this, the angrier I get. Right now, the way I see it, you are preventing me from finding the cure, and that makes me very, very angry.
Is your plan to gain his sympathy by reciting your tale of woe?
Nah. Just wanted to get him to pee his pants a little in terror. You want me to shove some chicken bones up his nose 'til he squawks?
You might not recognize Jerome's followers, as I've given them something of a makeover. But I assure you, they're as loyal to me as they ever were to him. More so, as I accomplished something my brother never could: killing James Gordon.
CJCult of Jerome
Jeremiah! Jeremiah!
[Harvey and the GCPD aim their guns at Jeremiah]
Not...so... fast. [pulls out a detonator] I have bombs planted around this city, just like the one that... killed James Gordon.
CJCult of Jerome
Jeremiah! Jeremiah!
All you need to know, is if I hit this detonator, Gotham's blown back to the Stone Age.
And if I pull this trigger, your brains are blown through the back of your skull!
Dead-man's switch. [walks toward Harvey] You're familiar. Another little something I took from my brother, except mine's a bit more advanced. You shoot me, my thumb loosens, and then...boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. No, you will do what I say.
You're more sick than your brother.
[chuckles] Don't compare me to that short-sighted psychopath. He just wanted to destroy things. Me, I'm a builder. I'm gonna create a new Gotham in my image. But... every artist needs a blank canvass, so... all of this has to go. I detonate the explosives in six hours; I want this city empty when I do.
You need us to evacuate Gotham in six hours? That's impossible!
Then everyone who dies screaming, who watches their loved ones crushed before them will have you to thank, Detective Bullock. Look, nobody has to die... well, except for these people. [he pulls out another detonator] I know seeing is believing, and I do want you to believe me, so...
[he presses the detonator, and Gotham's clock tower explodes]
Oh, my God! [to his officers] Get officers on the scene, NOW! GO!!
[removes his sunglasses, sternly] Six hours, Detective. [walks away] The clock is ticking!
$50,000,000? That's what you want?
...It's a nice, round number.
I don't quite have that on me, right now.
You gave the mayor six hours to evacuate Gotham. An impossible task. Let him buy another hour. He will save thousands of lives... $50,000,000 will seem cheap.
I see. I play the villain, you get away Scot-free and rich. [Penguin shrugs and nods] I get you the money, you give me back my core relay.
That is usually how a handoff works, yeah.
... You drive a hard bargain, but I'll see what I can do.
Just like that? After knowing your brother, I expected something more...
Insane? Oh, I'm nothing if not sane. And reasonable. Two things my brother never valued; that's why I'll be successful where he failed. Well, that and being... vastly more intelligent. Now, to see about your money. [dials his phone] This is Jeremiah Valeska. I'd like to speak to the mayor, I have additional demands. Yes, really. $50,000,000, unmarked bills. I'll tell you the location...
[he walks away]
We're not just gonna hand this thing over and let him destroy Gotham, are we?
Of course not! Once we get the money, we kill Jeremiah and his people, give the core relay to the police, split the $50,000,000 and are hailed as the heroes of Gotham!
[nodding impatiently] And that! Certainly.
Would you believe it? They put me on hold. [sets down his phone] Well, there's always Plan #2.
[He raises an RPG to his shoulder]
[Everyone ducks as Jeremiah fires at Jongleur and the core relay, blowing them both up]
Are you OUT OF YOUR MIND?!
[Offended] Why do you keep insisting I'm insane?! What's insane about having a backup plan, something Jongleur never knew about? And just so you know, this building is within the blast radius, and because of your interference, I'm gonna detonate the bombs as soon as I'm far enough away to observe the destruction in peace.
[Alarmed] No, you promised the city six hours!
[Irritated] And whose fault is it that I changed my mind? [to one of his followers] Tell our men to re-wire the bombs to work in direct sequence. And, the rest of you... kill these idiots.
[He ducks out as a firefight ensues]
[recording] Hello, Bruce.
I imagine you're wondering, "Why is Jeremiah doing this?" My brother once said that all it takes is one bad to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. [Bruce sees images of Alfred being tortured] Jerome gave what I thought was the worst day of my life, but it was only after losing everything was I able to face what was inside of me. And I believe I've seen something very special inside of you, as well.
But, to free it, you'll have to lose everything and everyone you hold dear. [Bruce sees an image of Scarecrow mixing chemicals] I instructed Scarecrow to mix up something exceptional.
Your butler is going to show you the path ahead. Now, watch closely.
Right! Well, I'm gonna take a very long, and very hot, shower. And then I'm gonna make us a legendary fry-up. Will you be joining us, Miss Kyle?
[smirks] ...I got no plans.
Excellent. [to Bruce] You all right, mate? [Bruce nods] Ok, then.
...Thank you again. [he sits next to Selina, she props her feet across his lap] I don't know what would've happened, if you weren't there.
...You're welcome. [pause] Why do you think he's so obsessed with you?
Jeremiah said, all it takes is one bad day to drive a person insane. I wonder if my parents' dying, made me a little insane. Maybe he sensed that. Maybe he wanted to bring it out.
[smiles] Well, you proved him wrong.
[Nonchalant] To be fair...[Bruce and Selina jump up as he enters with a gun]... the day's not over yet.
You know, I don't know why I brought him here. Shoulda killed him when I had the chance.
You did the right thing, Alfred.
You say that. You didn't see what he did to Selina. Right, I'd better get to the hospital.
I'll stop by when I can. [Alfred leaves as Harvey comes in]
Alfred. [to Jim] Couldn'ta put a cap in that psycho, done the world a favor?
Bomb squads hit the last site on the map. After they disarm the bomb, they're gonna put it in the warehouse along with all the others. Also, the mayor called. He wants to lift the evacuation order.
No. Tell him we're not doing anything until we have all the bombs locked away. [Harvey nods]
[to his officers] Don't you all have work to do? [they move away from Jeremiah's cell] What is it?
I'd like to press charges against Bruce Wayne's butler. I mean, just look at my face.
[sarcastically] I think you look great.
And, I'd like to speak to Bruce again. We couldn't really talk before, what with his girlfriend bleeding out all over him.
...You tried to prove you're better than your brother. But I'm still here. The city's still here. You're a failure, Jeremiah. Enjoy Arkham. Your brother did. [turns to Harvey] Put him in the box, get him ready for transport.
Bring me Bruce Wayne, and I'll tell you where the other bombs are.
... We have all your bombs.
The maze bombs, yes. I mean... the other ones. [pause] Jim... as an engineer, you expect systems to fail, so you build in redundancies. [stands] And I am a very good engineer.
Am I? How many lives are you willing to bet? [steps closer to the bars] You're right, you know; I did fail. I didn't yet understand the vision I was servicing, but... I do now. My eyes are open, as will yours be. [smiles, turns away] When you realize I'm not bluffing, bring me Bruce Wayne. And I'd like a coffee. Black, two sugars.
