Sir, a moment of your time.
Welcome home, Mr. Wayne.
How's it feel to be back?
What are your plans, Mr. Wayne?
Mr. Wayne, Princess Caroline,
any truth to the rumors?

Mr. Wayne, please,
can you look over here?
The 25-year-old heir
to the Wayne millions...
...declined to comment on his return home after 12 years abroad.
We'll keep you posted on
Gotham's richest and best looking native son.
- Tom?
- Thank you, Vicky.

Vicky Vale at Gotham Airport.
In other news, conspiracy charges against
Police Commissioner Loeb...
were withdrawn today after the disappearance of a key witness.

Lieutenant James Gordon.
Impressive. Very impressive.
We're delighted to have you on the team, lieutenant.
You'll get my best work, sir. I promise.
I know I will.
And we are a team, Gordon. A team.
Any team needs to play together
in order to win, don't you think?
Yes, it does.

Your record shows
you've got what it takes.
I know I've made my mistakes, sir.
What mistakes did you make, lieutenant?
You kept the media away from it.
That's all that matters, isn't it? Yes, it is.
You won't have to worry
about my honesty, commissioner.
Last thing on my mind.
Last thing.

ALFRED: Welcome home, Master Bruce.
- Thank you, Alfred.
It's good to be back.
I knew you'd like the commissioner.
He's a stand-up guy.
And he'll be just as good to you
as you are to him. Count on it.
Yeah, I got that feeling.
- Flass.
FLASS: Nothing I can't handle, lieutenant.

Hey, Stevie, mother know you're here?
Oh, crap
He's got a Green Beret's training.
He knows how to use his size too.
Don't do a damn thing.
Be sure of your facts
before you bring down another cop.
Just watch him.
Memorize every move.
For future reference.
Was that necessary?
Had this little beauty in his pocket.
It's a comb, Flass.
Hey, I'm only human, Jimmy.
Mind if I call you Jimmy?

Twelve years.
And the ache is still fresh.
Like a raw angry nerve.
But this isn't about healing.
I'm not looking for closure.

The boys, Jimmy.
They've been asking me to talk to you.
They're worried about you.
I mean, you with a baby
on the way and all.
- Call me lieutenant.
- Yeah, sure thing, Jimmy.
You gotta learn to relax.
See, we got our own way of doing things
here in Gotham.

This job can get to you, Jimmy.
That's why we gotta stick together.
The boys need to know
they can count on you.
We can count on you, right?

Hey. Everything okay?
It is now.
I'm not ready.
I have the means, the skill...
But something's missing.
I have to wait.
I have to wait.
And Gordon,
he looks at the 50 like it's diseased.
Then throws it in the padre's face.
Gives the entire squad
a two-hour lecture on ethics.
Put Schell on probation.
I'm telling you, Gill,
he's just not fitting in.
I had such high hopes for that boy.

I requested off this damn night shift four times now
Barbara needs me.
Barbara and little James.
So I hope it's a boy, so what?
Going to work, lieutenant?
You're gonna be a little late.
May have to skip the whole night.
I was taught to handle worse than this.
But then...
It's been a while.
Consider this a warning. Be smart.
Think of that pregnant wife of yours,
Jimmy.

This is reconnaissance mission.
Until I'm ready,
my anonymity is an obvious priority.
All it requires is a change of clothing
and complexion.
And a single memorable distracting detail.
It's a 20-block walk to the enemy camp.
The East End.

Hard to believe it's gotten worse.
Cheer you up, mister?
- How old are you?
- Young as you want me to be.
Stupid little bitch.
You're doing it all wrong.
- But I did what you said.
- Get on out of here.
- We'll talk this over later.

BRUCE: No.
I think you're finished with her.
Man, that crazy vet thing is old.
You stink like vice.
I'm not the police. Believe me.
He can't be vice. We're paid up.
Selina, what are you doing?
Watching some idiot
trying to get himself killed.
Man, you're pushing.
You're looking for a new scar.
Just tell me where you want it.
Come on. Get him.

Freeze.
Jeez, Eddie, why did you shoot?
He didn't move.
He was going to.
- Any cash?
OFFICER: Couple of bucks.
No ID.
Oh, he's bleeding all over the backseat.
What if he dies?
So, what if he does?
One less mouth to feed at the soup kitchen.
You two.
Stop the car. Get out.
What the hell?
Don't mind him.
Probably hopped up on something.

Scum maybe.
But even scum have families.

Detective Flass is off duty, lieutenant.
He and the guys have a poker party
every Wednesday night over at Chutes.
No. I said posse.
See you guys tomorrow.

Hello, Jimmy.
It's been years
since I had to take out a Green Beret.
Even so, he deserves a handicap.
He'll never report it.
Not Flass.
He'll make up some story
that involves at least 10 attackers.
But he'll know.
And he'll stay away from Barbara.

I've tried to be patient.
I've tried to wait.
But I have to know.
How, Father?
How do I do it?
What do I use to make them afraid?
If I ring the bell, Alfred will come.
Another of your gifts to me, Father.
But I'd rather die than wait another hour.

I've already waited 18 years.
Eighteen years
since all sense left my life.
Yes, Father.