know the squealers when I see them...
...and....
CHECHEN:
What do you propose?
It's simple. We, uh, kill the Batman.
[MOBSTERS CHUCKLlNG]
If it's so simple, why haven't
you done it already?
If you're good at something,
never do it for free.
How much you want?
Uh, half.
[MOBSTERS LAUGHlNG]
GAMBOL: You're crazy.
-No, I'm not.
No, I'm not.
If we don't deal with this now...
...soon...
...Little Gambol here won't be able
to get a nickel for his grandma.
Enough from the clown!
Ah, ta-ta-ta. Let's not blow...
MOBSTER 2: Shit!
-...this out of proportion.
You think you can steal from us
and just walk away?
-Yeah.
GAMBOL: I'm putting the word out.
Five hundred grand for this clown dead.
A million alive, so I can teach him
some manners first.
All right. So, listen,
why don't you give me a call...
...when you wanna start taking things
a little more seriously?
Here's my card.
Mm-mm.
You're a hard man to reach.
Lau's halfway to Hong Kong.
If you'd have asked, I could have taken his passport. I told you to keep me in the loop.
All that was left in the vaults
were marked bills.
They knew we were coming.
As soon as your office got involved--
My office?
You're sitting down there with scum like
Wuertz and Ramirez and you're talking--
Oh, yeah Gordon. I almost had your rookie
cold on a racketeering beat.
Don't try and cloud the fact that clearly
Maroni's got people in your office, Dent.
We need Lau back...
...but the Chinese won't extradite
a national under any circumstances.
If I get him to you,
can you get him to talk?
I'll get him to sing.
We're going after the Mob's life savings.
Things will get ugly.
I knew the risk when I took this job,
lieutenant.
How will you get him back, any--?
He does that.
Our Chinese friends left town
before I could tell them the deal was off.
Well, I'm sure that you've always
wanted to go to Hong Kong.
What's wrong with a phone call?
I think Mr. Lau deserves
a more personal touch.
FOX: Now, for high-altitude jumps...
...you're going to need oxygen
and stabilizers.
Well, I must say,
compared to your usual requests...
...jumping out of an airplane
is pretty straightforward.
BRUCE:
What about getting back into the plane?
-I'd recommend a good travel agent.
-Without it landing.
Now, that's more like it, Mr. Wayne.
The ClA had a program
back in the '60s...
...for getting their people out
of hot spots called Sky Hook.
-We could look into that.
-Yeah.
Okay. Now....
Hardened Kevlar plates
over titanium-dipped...
...tri-weave fibers for flexibility.
You'll be lighter, faster, more agile.
Perhaps you should
read the instructions first?
-Yeah.
-Now, there is a tradeoff.
Separation of the plates makes you
more vulnerable to knives and gunfire.
We wouldn't wanna make things
too easy, now, would we?
How will it hold up against dogs?
We talking rottweilers or Chihuahuas?
Should do fine against cats.
I found one in Arizona.
A very nice man said he could have it
up and running in a week...
...and he'd take the cash.
-What about the flight crew?
-South Korean smugglers.
They run flights into Pyongyang,
below radar the whole way.
-Did you think of an alibi?
-Oh, yes.
I believe this is your plane, sir.
You look tired, Alfred.
You'll be all right without me?
If you can tell me the Russian for
"apply your own bloody suntan lotion. "
Yo, Gambol, somebody here for you.
They say they've just killed the Joker.
BODYGUARD:
They brought the body.
So, dead, that's 500.
How about alive? Hm?
You wanna know how I got these scars?
My father was...
...a drinker...
...and a fiend.
And one night,
he goes off crazier than usual.
Mommy gets the kitchen knife
to defend herself.
He doesn't like that...
...not one bit.
So, me watching...
...he takes the knife to her,
laughing while he does it.
He turns to me and he says:
"Why so serious?"
He comes at me with the knife.
"Why so serious?"
He sticks the blade in my mouth.