sir, i know mr.wayne's curious how his trust fund gets replenished but frankly.  it's embarrassing. fox heads for his office, reese in tow.
it's done- the numbers are solid.
you asked me to do the diligence on the l.s.i.holdings deal again. i found irregularities.
not with their numbers. with yours. a whole division of wayne industries disappeared, overnight. so i went down to the archives and started pulling old files. he pulls out a folded blueprint. slides it across the desk.
my kids love the batman. i thought he was pretty cool, too. out there, kicking some ass. fox picks up the piece of paper. unfolds it. it's an old blueprint. the image is unmistakable: the tumbler.
changes things when you know it's just a rich kid playing dress up. reese points to the approval box in the corner of the page.
your project. don't tell me you didn't recognize your baby pancaking cop cars on the evening news. now you're getting sloppy. applied sciences was a small, dead department- who'd notice?
that's simply not why i'm doing this.
if we could talk to dent now he might feel differently-
i guess it would depend on the life.
of course not.
they're trying to kill me. . and into a police van.
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