Batman: Caped Crusader

Iggy, tell me what's going on. Please!

Someone in our outfit's been sharing secrets with Rupert Thorne.

You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you, Clarence?

What, you think it's me? Come on, Iggy. You and me, we go way back.

You know I'd never do that.

Sure. Sure, Clarence.

But the boss would like to have a word with you anyway.

-No. Iggy, come on. -

Please, no!

I don't know who told you I wasn't on the level, but you gotta believe me.

I'd never...

- -No!

No!

Come on, hurry it up. Double time.

-We need all this stuff out of here now! -Why the big rush?

Mr. Thorne says it looks like we're going to get hit tonight,

and the swag's too valuable to leave behind.

What, the cops? The boss has half the precinct on the payroll.

Yeah. But it ain't the cops I'm worried about.

Oh, not you too. That story's a load of bull.

-Marvin saw it last week. -Marvin, who's in the hospital?

Yeah. How do you think he got there?

Well, then he's got a screw loose because there ain't no friggin'...

- What? -Shut up!

Someone's in here with us.

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You stupid...

Three explosions in two weeks.

All three buildings can be traced to shadow companies

operated by Rupert Thorne.

The police ruled the first explosion a gas leak,

the second... an accidental electrical fire.

Someone's declared war on Thorne, but they're covering their tracks.

Being smart about it.

That would suggest there's a crime boss we don't know about.

One who's bold enough to take on Rupert Thorne.

But if that's the case, we could be looking at...

An all-out gang war on the streets of Gotham.

Good Lord.

I need to find out who's behind these explosions.

And I know where to start looking for them.

Police headquarters?

You think someone inside the department is covering up these explosions?

It's Gotham, Pennyworth.

Does the corruption really surprise you?

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

with all due respect, the prosecution's case is absurd.

My client isn't the mastermind behind a smuggling ring.

He isn't a killer.

He's a desperate kid who took the wrong job from the wrong people.

It's as simple as that.

Court will recess until the jury reaches a verdict.

It was a good closer, Miss Gordon. But you know you're gonna lose, right?

-I had that jury eating out of my hand. -Come on.

You know this kid's been set up to take the fall.

Well, then he should have squealed on his bosses.

Not my fault he wouldn't take a deal.

And I suppose it's not your fault my key witness

took a sudden trip to Bermuda either?

I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about, Barbara.

And I'm sure you do, Harvey.

It's all politics for you now.

Every conviction, another ad for your campaign.

"Harvey Dent: Tough On Crime."

Hey, I'm just doing my job.

If putting hardened criminals behind bars helps me in the polls, then...

Oh, that reminds me.

-Here, hot off the presses. -No, thanks.

Give it to someone who might actually vote for you.

Oh, come on. I'm not that bad.

Look, I'll even give your kid a break.

Heads, I'll ask for 20 years to life. Tails, he gets the chair.

I'm not betting a man's life on a coin flip.

-You're an ass, Dent! -Oh, don't go away mad.

Look, heads. You won!

- -Crap.

Ah!

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Help! Help me! Someone...

- Who's behind those explosions? -

Oh, God. Who... what are you?

Three buildings blown to pieces. You falsified the reports.

Who paid you?

-Are you crazy? -

Pull me up!

-Give me a name. - Just pull me up!

Oh, God! Hurry, please!

-I won't ask again. - It was the Penguin!

It was the freakin' Penguin!

Oh, God. Oh, my God.

If you're lying to me, I'll be back.

It was... it was the Penguin.

It was the freakin' Penguin!

Oh, thank you. Thank you.

Hello. If it isn't Detective Arnold Flass.

Mm-mm, sugar. You can frisk me any day of the week.

- -Hey, me next! Do me next!

Not if you were the last cop on the force, Bullock.

- -Mwah!

23 Skidoo, I bid you adieu.

To think I could be at home about now, doing my nails.

Or the dishes or my taxes.

It's not like I'm having fun here either, Barbara.

But the commissioner can't exactly skip a police fundraiser.

Well, so long as we're both miserable.

Thanks for humoring your old man.

Anytime, Dad.

It doesn't bother you that half these people want to see you fail?

Oh, come on, honey.

I'm sure it's far more than half.

-Commissioner Gordon. -Harvey.

-You know my daughter. -Know her? If I had my way,

this little spitfire would be working for me in the DA's office.

You know, Jim, once I'm elected mayor,

you and I are going to do great things for this city.

Yeah, absolutely.

Who knows? Maybe then you won't need outside help from giant bats.

So you're buying into rumors off the streets now, Harvey?

Do you leave cookies out for Santa too?

What'd I tell you, Jim? Spitfire.

I've suspected the Iceberg was some kind of front

for smuggling guns or drugs or worse.

But to take on Rupert Thorne...

Yes, it would appear you've underestimated the Penguin, sir.

Everyone has. That's how she wants it.

Flashy cabaret act, gambling ship, hiding in plain sight. Smart.

Nice spread, huh?

Well, that's Mama for you.

Us Cobblepots are all about style.

Hm. Say, sweetie. You really ought to try the shrimp.

Mm! So yummy.

-You have cocktail sauce on your shirt. - Nuts!

Well, uh, guess my shirt got a little hungry.

Stuck-up little...

Not even that pretty, anyway.

Smooth, Ronnie. Real smooth.

And you wonder why Mama calls you the slow one.

Oh, go climb your thumb, half pint.

Do enjoy the party, Master Bruce.

-Was that a joke? -I suppose.

Oh, it's Bruce Wayne!

Well, this is embarrassing. You started the party without me.

-You made it, Bruce. -And so did you, um...

It's... it's Aaron. This is my mama's party.

Oh, that's swell. Say, Alan, be a pal and find a spot for these.

Bruce! Late as always.

What was the problem this time?

Harvey, the only problem is that you and I are at a party,

and neither of us has a drink.

Rupert Thorne. What a lovely surprise.

I didn't expect you to show.

I wouldn't miss it. Supporting local law enforcement is our civic duty.

True. So true.

I must say, I was devastated to hear another of your properties

exploded the other night.

Did I hear you had an office in that building? Heavens!

If you'd been there, why, you would have been blown to pieces.

Itty-bitty pieces.

Actually, Oswalda, I was there.

Lucky for me, I got a tip and hightailed it out of there just in time.

Oh? A tip, you say?

Indeed. You might say a little birdie told me.

Itty bitty birdie.

See you around, Penguin.

So the duchess says, "No, not on the first date."

- -Oh, for Pete's sake.