03x12 - Over the Edge

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(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

Bruce Wayne! Stop where you are!

(ROBIN GROANS)

Fire!

(PANTING)

- (GASPS)
- The hangar. Go.

- Fall back.
- Move it. Let's go! Go! Go!

(GRUNTS)

Batman! Don't.

ROBIN: Whoa!

We are gonna die.

(ROBIN GRUNTS)

No, Wayne. No vanishing act this time.

- ALFRED: No!
- Argh!

(g*nsh*t)

Alfred.

Keep going, sir. Keep going.

Knock it off, Jeeves. I'm warning you.

(ENGINE MOTOR REVVING)

(SIRENS WAILING)

Bring your craft to an immediate halt.
This is your only warning.

Again.

Whey-hey!

Yeah.

- Hey!
- (INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

I never thought it would end this way.
For us or for Barbara.

I still don't know
everything that happened.

I'll never forget.

I can see it as clearly
as my parents' m*rder.

Scarecrow had seized
control of city hall...

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

BATMAN: While we polished off his g*ons,
the maniac ran.

Barbara went after him.

(GASPS)

(GRUNTS)

(GASPS)

(GROANS)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

No!

(SIRENS WAILING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(EVIL LAUGHTER)

(BATMAN GROANS)

(GASPS)

Oh, man.

Lie still. Call an ambulance!

- (COUGHS) Dad?
- Barbara?

(BARBARA EXHALES)

Oh, my God. No!

Dad, I...

Jim.

How could you?

I worked with you, trusted you.
And you never told me?

She was my daughter.

My daughter.

(g*n COCKING)

That's as far as you go, m*rder*r.

Playtime's over, freak. Lose the belt.
Lose the mask. Now.

I said now!

Batman, come on.

(SIRENS APPROACHING)

Get him!

(ALL COUGHING)

(INDISTINCT COUGHING)

Seal the building.
No one gets in or out.

I want SWAT teams in place,
helicopter backup.

Harvey! We both know
we'll never catch him.

Not that way.

So, what do we do?

What I should've done years ago.

(THUNDER CRASHING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(PHONE RINGING)

- Yes?
- GORDON: Wayne.

- Commissioner? What can I do for you?
- Drop the act.

Ten minutes on Barbara's computer
told me everything.

Like a fool, I allowed you
to run wild on your private crusade.

A psychotic misfit playing masked hero.

Now I've paid for it
with Barbara's life.

Jim, believe me.

- I know how you feel.
- You can't.

You know how I lost my parents.

The only way I could hold onto my sanity
was to take matters into my own hands.

That makes us even.

(SIREN WAILING)

(LIGHTNING CRASHING)

Merciful heavens.

This is not good.

I'm sorry.

(BANGING)

MAN: Hit it again!

Everything gone. Just like that.

Now what?

- You're kidding.
- No, he's right.

Until we work out
our next move, this is it.

But we'll need supplies and equipment.

- I'm going.
- It's too dangerous.

I've got everything we need at my loft.

I'll be in and out before
the cops ever find the place.

MONTOYA: Freeze!

Richard Grayson, you have
the right to remain silent.

Waived.

(GROANS)

(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)

MALE NEWSREADER: d*ck Grayson,
also known as Nightwing,

was arrested last night
in a fiery sh**t in lower Gotham.

Though rigorously questioned by police,

Grayson refused to reveal
the whereabouts of the Batman

now known to be billionaire Bruce Wayne.

Police Commissioner James Gordon
is spearheading the citywide manhunt...

TIM: They've got him downtown.

I figure we break in,
take out the guards

and spring Nightwing
and Alfred at the same time.

- No.
- What do you mean?

It's over, Tim.

Gordon feels betrayed, and maybe he was.

He won't give up until he gets me.

You have to leave me now.

Give yourself up.

No one will blame you for what happened.

- What about you?
- I don't know.

My heart goes out to you, Jim,
believe me.

- If it had been my child...
- It wasn't.

No. And while I feel for your loss,

you have to realize how bad
this makes us look.

Yes, Batman has helped the city,
but he still operates outside the law.

We've looked the other way before

but now that everyone knows
your daughter was part of his team...

What are you saying?

The DA's office wants
a full investigation.

They want you to step down.

How's it look for the old man?

Not good.

Get a load of this.

Enemies of society or victims
of a revenge-crazed vigilante?

You decide on Gotham Exposed.

(SOBBING)

I have such horrible dreams.

Every night there's a gigantic
black figure chasing me.

His eyes, blazing like fire.
I try to run, but there's no escape.

He grabs me and...

(SOBBING)

The truth is, none of us would've turned
to crime if it had not been for Batman.

We were helpless, lost souls,
crying out for understanding.

What we got was a b*ating
from a self-righteous madman.

Our civil rights were clearly abused.

Now that we finally know
the face behind the mask,

we demand justice.
We demand satisfaction.

We demand money.

Yeah!

Quite so. On advice from legal counsel,

we have launched a $ billion lawsuit.

If the Bat's on a spree,
Wayne must pay the fee.

MONTOYA: Disgusting.

(DOOR CREAKS OPEN)

I'm sorry, Jim,
that's the way it has to be.

Commish?

I can either hand my badge in now,
or wait until the grand jury roasts me.

Either way, I lose Batman.

GORDON: We have something in common now.

You hate Batman almost as much as I do.

Help me get him and I can strike
a deal on your sentence.

They haven't fired me yet.

Do we have an agreement?

(WIND BLOWING)

MAN: No sign of him yet, Commissioner.

Keep your eyes open. I know he's here.

Barbara.

- Got him.
- Do it.

Commissioner!

Stay on him.

(BATMAN GRUNTING)

Bane.

I'm pleased you remember me, Mr. Wayne.

(BOTH GROANING)

You can't believe
how I've looked forward to this.

Though I was hoping for more of a fight.

But what could I expect
from a k*ller of children?

(SCREAMS)

(BANE GRUNTING)

(GROWLS)

You would fight to the death?

It makes no difference now.

(EFFORT GRUNTING)

(BANE SCREAMS)

(GROWLS)

(EFFORT GRUNTS)

There's no place to run, Wayne.

Good. I want to finish him slowly.

(g*nsh*t)

I want him alive.

Alive, to rot away in Arkham.

Surrounded by the monsters he's created.

Poetic, but no.

(CRIES OUT)

We had a deal.

Thought about it. Didn't work for me.

(GORDON GROANING)

(EFFORT GRUNTS)

Argh!

Please, give your dear Barbara
a kiss from me.

(BANE GROWLING)

Time to die.

You first.

(SCREAMING)

Please, Jim. For Barbara.

(GROANING)

BARBARA: No.

No.

(SCREAMING) No!

No!

(PANTING)

- She's waking up.
- Thank goodness.

- How do you feel?
- Terrible.

(SIGHS IN RELIEF)

- Thank God you're not dead.
- Is that what you saw?

You and my father,
at each other's throats

because I was k*lled
without ever telling him...

About this.

Your deepest fear brought
to life by the Scarecrow.

He gassed you right
before we nailed him.

- You've been out all night.
- It seemed so real.

To you, it was.

I've ignored this fear for too long.
I have to deal with it.

I understand.

Mmm-hmm!

Keep cooking like that, you'll have me
looking like Harvey Bullock.

Dinner wasn't the only reason
I wanted to see you tonight.

Oh?

Dad, have a seat.

Uh-oh!

This is important.
It won't be easy for you to hear,

but it's about a job I took on recently.

Barbara, please.

Sweetheart, you're capable
of making your own decisions.

You don't need me to approve
or even acknowledge them.

And in this case, I can't.

All you need to know is I love you.

All of you.

And that is
all I have to say on the subject.

Daddy.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)