[dramatic music playing]
I thank you, Ms. Gordon. I can't believe it.
I'm a free man because of you.
You're a free man because you deserve to be.
We're more than the bad choices we make.
Remember that.
Another day, another criminal let off on a technicality.
-We're doing this again. -He did the crime, Barb.
Jesus, Dad, You're acting like you've never heard of mitigating circumstances.
-Actions aren't the only thing… -Actions are everything.
…to consider. And prison can't always be the default.
Maybe if the cops had done their job instead of trying to pin my client
-with such flimsy evidence. -Watch it, Barbara.
They're good cops. I know these two.
Sure, maybe they made some mistakes.
Oh, so cops can make mistakes, but citizens can't.
-You're being naive. -And you're a cynic.
Look, inside here, people know the difference between right and wrong.
They just do, so when they choose wrong, they should answer for it.
-You know it's not that simple, Dad. -Well, it should be.
Commissioner!
Sir, you need to come with us. We just got a tip that--
Hey, Gordon!
-Dad! -[gunshot]
[crowd screams]
-Oh, thank God. -What the hell is going on?
We've got a problem, sir.
[theme music playing]
[Gordon] So, who exactly is the shooter?
Floyd Lawton. He's a local torpedo. Works contract jobs.
-Do we know who hired him? -No. He's still in surgery.
Might be a while before we can question him.
All we know is the word went out on the streets last night.
There's a hit out on Gordon.
One of our snitches called this morning with the tip.
A hit on the police commissioner?
-Someone's got a lot of nerve. -And money.
We'll start there.
Look for any enemies you've made who have those kind of resources.
You can dig through the files all you want, Montoya.
But I say we get out on the streets, and raise some hell.
A full blitz with the task force. We can roust the whole frigging east end.
Drag them all in here, bust some skulls.
Bullock's right. We're the damn police.
We can't have folks out there thinking it's okay to shoot at us.
No. No task force.
I'm not about to turn Gotham Streets into a war zone.
Work the case, but work it smart.
Huh.
So, obviously, we're getting you a protection detail.
You can take care of that, Renee.
Stop. We got the guy, Barbara. I don't need any kind of…
There's a hit on you, Dad.
You really think they're only sending one guy?
[sighs] Could you please tell my daughter…
She's right, and I think a safe house is a good call, too.
Just until we know what we're really dealing with here.
-Who put the target on you? -Renee.
-What if it's Boss Thorne? -Why would it be Thorne?
I don't know. Maybe he's trying to influence public opinion
before the election, who knows?
It's not Thorne.
And, regardless, I refuse to be run off like some sort of scared rabbit.
Besides, if I leave, there's no telling what Flass and Bullock will get up to.
No. I'm staying right here.
[door opens, then closes]
Barb. Hey, slow down a sec.
Can you believe him? How stubborn can one man be?
-And selfish, like it only affects him. -Barbara.
I will do everything I can to protect your father.
No one's getting to him unless they go through me first.
-All right? -Thank you.
If anything happens, call me at my office.
You got it.
[scoffs] Damn it.
[sentimental music playing]
What the hell?
Can you not do that, just appear?
The hit on your father, I've been looking into it.
-What does that mean? -[Batman] I've been asking questions.
[gagging] Okay, I'll talk! I'll talk!
The order came from inside Black Gate Prison.
It's an open hit, meaning whoever gets the job done, collects.
Your father is still a target.
Black Gate Prison? So this is personal for someone?
The commissioner's been on the force for over 30 years.
It'll be a long list of suspects.
Jesus.
Get your father somewhere safe. I'm going to find out more.
Wait, how are you…
[dramatic music playing]
The little Irish guy you beat up yesterday?
-Yeah? -Died last night.
-Internal bleeding. -Gee, that's too bad.
He owed me 50 bucks.
[grunts, then thuds]
[guard groans]
[spits]
[gasps, then grunts]
You put a price on Gordon's head.
[frightened, muffled grunting]
No! No, look. It wasn't me!
I'm just a middleman. I swear, I didn't…
[gagging] It's this guy, Muller.
They got him locked up in solitary, so he needed a go-between.
Listen, there's a, a complication.
After the first guy botched the job, Muller doubled the price.
Word is, there's a whole crew of pros coming in from out of town,
to get the job done the right way.
♪ Dun, dun, dun ♪
[groans] What is it, O'Hara? I already paid you for this week.
Look, you and your guard buddies can…
-Oh, God, no. -[Batman] Hello, Muller.
Why are you trying to kill Commissioner Gordon?
No. No, I swear I didn't…
I never… [grunting]
Tell me everything. Now.
[quiet, suspenseful music playing]
[sighs] Oh, hell.
What is this? I told you I'd be fine.
Sorry, but there's still an active threat, sir.
-There'll be more men coming. -Dad, please.
We need to get you out of here.
No, I stand for something in this city. I'm not going to cut and run.
If more men are coming, then let them come.
Damn it, Dad, look around.
If someone comes after you here,
our neighbors could get caught in the crossfire.
Mrs. Johnson sleeps ten feet from our house.
You can't bring this kind of risk home with you.
You know she's right.
[gentle music playing]
Okay, fine.
So, are hired killers "victims of circumstance" too?
Really? You want to start that again, now?
I'm just saying there are times when things are black and white.
-Just get in the car, Dad. -[engine starts]
[soft, suspenseful music resumes]
-[tires squeal softly] -[telephone rings]
[car phone rings]
-[Batman] There's no answer, Pennyworth. -Shall I keep trying the number, sir?
Yes. I'll try to track them down. They need to know what they're up against.
[music continues]
Really, I could have checked into a motel.
No, no. We're taking you to a real safe house, commish.
Some place nobody's going to find you.
Oh, come on. You got us an escort, too?
Not me. Corrigan, did you call for backup?
I did not. Hey, Marcus, take the next right. Let's see where…
Those aren't our men. Look out!
[man screams]
[tires squeal]
[dramatic music playing]
[all grunting]
-[both gasp] -[tires skid]
[horn blares]
So, the safe house clearly isn't safe anymore.
I guess not.
-How you doing, son? -[groans] I'm all right.
-It just winged me. -You are not all right.
We need to get him to a hospital.
[suspenseful music continues]
[engine sputtering]
Great.
It's leaking oil something bad.
The radiator's shot… literally.
We got to find a phone. Call the station. Get an ambulance for Marcus.
Sir, we just got attacked by two guys in a GC PD prowl car.
I don't know who to trust there right now.
Renee's right. Maybe we should just find some place to hunker down,
-patch up Driver and wait out the night. -And where do you suggest we do that?
We're in the boonies out here.
Well, it's as hidden as it's gonna be.
Good enough. Let's move.
Anyone else freezing, or is it just me?
We need to find the model home. They always make that first.
-Hey, maybe it'll have a fireplace, kid. -Yeah, I hope so.
[dramatic music playing]
Those morons, they were only supposed to follow, not engage.
Now, how the hell are we supposed to find them?
Blip, blip, blip.
[henchman] What'd you say, boss?
Blip, blip, blip.
Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding.
Yeah, we have a winner. Good work, boss.
[dispatcher on police radio] Responding to domestic disturbance
at Wheeler and Nicholson. Officers are at the scene.
Attention all units, shots reported.
Vehicle collision, possible officer down at Dozier Road on Route 2.
[policeman on radio] Dozier Road. Are you sure about that, Dispatch?
We don't have any officers in that area tonight.
[tires skid]
[dramatic music playing]
Really, sir, you don't have to worry about me, I'm…
[groans]
You've lost too much blood, son. Just sit tight for me, okay?
If you say so, commish… [groans]
This is insane. We can't even call for backup
because you don't know who to trust among your own people.
And you wonder why I don't believe in the system.
That's enough. I'm gonna check the back windows again.
I can't believe this place. Doesn't even feel like the real Gotham.
No, it doesn't.
Reminds me of where I grew up, actually. It was so peaceful.
Wait. Where did you grow up again? Snob Hill? Richman Point?
Ellsworth Hills. You know that.
[scoffs] Typical. Richies can't stomach the real Gotham.
So, they just leave instead of making the city better.
Go to the suburbs where it looks nice.
That's a little one sided. We were just across the river.
We didn't leave, and we weren't rich. It was my grandfather's house.
Okay, sure. But still, it's not really the city.
Well, I didn't miss it. Gotham is…
-Some things are just… -[Gordon] Beyond help?
I didn't say that.
Hey, how about I go put on some coffee, huh?
Calm everyone's nerves.
It's a model home, Corrigan. [scoffs] There's no actual food here.
-There's gotta be something. -[gunshot]
Crap.
[dramatic music playing]
Bang.
-You got your .32? -Damn right.
-Then, you two cover the back. -[gunfire]
[distant gunfire]
[gunfire]
[groans]
[suspenseful music continues]
Come on.
-How many? -I counted seven,
but they were moving, could be more.
Ten o'clock.
-[gunfire continues] -[criminal grunting]
[criminal grunts]
[grunts]
-[gasps] -[punch lands]
[shouting]
[man grunts]
[all grunting]
[grunting]
[Onomatopoeia] Swish.
Crack!
Stomp!
Whoosh! Bim, bam, bum!
[men grunting]
[dramatic music continues]
[gagging]
[panting]
Pow.
This is the end of it. The contract's been canceled.
-No one else is coming. -Good.
-Now everyone can stop worrying about me. -Commissioner, you weren't the target.
What?
-Whew. Tough son of a… -[gun cocks]
Sorry, kid. The hit was never on your dad.
You got a real unhappy former client up in Black Gate.
I…
Look, I don't want to, but it's just so much money.
Come on, Corrigan. You don't honestly think you'll get away with this?
Sure, I will. See?
Turns out this guy here got a lucky shot off
right before I could put two in his chest.
-[gunshot] -[screams]
[groans]
You okay?
Yeah.
[sirens approaching]
[melancholy music playing]
Look, I took the hit off you.
So, uh, tell… You tell your friend that.
All right? That I did what he said.
I did my job for you. I got you the best deal possible.
And you tried to have me killed.
This was the best deal? This place?
Do you know what it's like in here?
I may have done some bad stuff, but I'm not like them.
I just made some mistakes. You…
You could've done better for me. I don't deserve to be here.
Actually, I think you do.
[theme music playing]