you didn't have to pick me up-
how is mr.earle?
i'm not heading back at all.
i like it fine.  they just don't feel the same way.
my old room will be fine.
no, alfred, his isn't my house. it's a mausoleum.
a reminder of everything i lost. and when i have my way i'll pull the damn thing down brick by brick-
nor borne, old friend. i'm sorry to have disappointed you.
i know.
haven't given up on me, yet?
i may not get another chance to thank you for all you've done for me.
you look well. "assistant district attorney", right?
turns out you don't actually need a degree to do the international playboy thing.
someone at this proceeding should stand for my parents.
then why is your boss letting him go?
rachel, this man killed my parents. i cannot let that pass.
rachel, i need you to understand.
i do.
all these years i wanted to kill him. now he's gone. now i can't.
what if i do, rachel? chill killed my parents. they deserved justice.
sometimes they're the same.
well, your system of justice is broken-
i'm not one of your "good people", rachel. chill took that from me.
i was going to kill him myself.
the other half when you give me the nod that falcone's leaving. unawares.
i don't need a gun.
i didn't come here to thank-you. i came to show you that nit everyone in gotham is afraid of you.
you don't dress well enough to be a pimp.
your jacket.
be careful who sees you with that. they're gonna come looking for me.
everyone.
where's this friend of yours?
i'm not a criminal.
protein-based compounds.  might be possible to work up an antidote.
i've got a better idea.