Batman Begins Page #2

for a day or two?

l'm not heading back at all.

You don't like it there?

- l like it fine.

They just don't feel the same way.

- l've prepared the master bedroom.

- No.

My room will be fine.

With all due respect, sir,

Wayne Manor is your house.

No, Alfred, it's my father's house.

- Your father is dead.

- This place is a mausoleum.

lf l have my way, l'll pull

the damn thing down brick by brick.

This house, Master Wayne, has sheltered

six generations of your family.

Why do you give a damn, Alfred?

lt's not your family.

l give a damn because a good man

once made me responsible...

...for what was most precious to him...

...in the whole world.

Miss Dawes has offered

to drive you to the hearing.

She probably hopes

to talk you out of going.

Should l just bury the past

out there with my parents, Alfred?

l wouldn't presume to tell you

what to do with your past, sir.

Just know that there are those of us who

care about what you do with your future.

Haven't given up on me yet?

Never.

Alfred still keeps the condensed milk

on the top shelf.

Hasn't he noticed

you're tall enough to reach now?

Old habits die hard, l guess.

- Never used to stop us anyway.

- No, it didn't.

How's your mom?

She misses this place.

So do l.

Yeah.

But it's nothing without the people

who made it what it was.

- Now there's only Alfred.

- And you.

- l'm not staying, Rachel.

- You're just back for the hearing.

Bruce, l don't suppose there's any way

to convince you not to come.

Someone at this proceeding...

...should stand for my parents.

We all loved your parents, Bruce.

- What Chill did is unforgivable.

- Then why is your boss letting him go?

ln prison, he shared a cell

with Carmine Falcone.

He learned things, and he will testify

in exchange for early parole.

Rachel, this man killed my parents.

l cannot let that pass.

And l need you

to understand that, please.

Okay.

The depression hit working

people, like Mr. Chill, hardest of all.

His crime was appalling, yes,

but it was motivated not by greed...

...but by desperation.

Given the 14 years served, as well as

his extraordinary level of cooperation...

...with one of this office's

most important investigations...

...we strongly endorse his petition

for early release.

Mr. Chill?

Your Honor...

...not a day goes by that l don't wish

l could take back what l did.

Sure, l was desperate,

like a lot of people back then...

...but that don't change what l did.

l gather there is a member

of the Wayne family here today.

Has he got anything to say?

Joe! Hey, Joe!

Falcone says hi.

Come on, Bruce.

We don't need to see this.

l do.

The DA couldn't understand

why Judge Faden insisted...

...on making the hearing public.

Falcone paid him off

to get Chill out in the open.

Maybe l should thank them.

- You don't mean that.

- What if l do, Rachel?

My parents deserved justice.

You're not talking about justice.

You're talking about revenge.

- Sometimes, they're the same.

- No, they're never the same.

Justice is about harmony. Revenge is

about you making yourself feel better.

- lt's why we have an impartial system.

- Your system is broken.

You care about justice?

Look beyond your own pain, Bruce.

This city is rotting.

They talk about the depression

as if it's history. lt's not.

Things are worse than ever here.

Falcone floods our streets

with crime and drugs...

...preying on the desperate,

creating new Joe Chills every day.

Falcone may not have killed

your parents, Bruce...

...but he's destroying everything

that they stood for.

You wanna thank him for that?

Here you go.

We all know where to find him.

As long as he keeps the bad people rich...

...and the good people scared,

no one'll touch him.

Good people like your parents, who'll

stand against injustice, they're gone.

What chance does Gotham have

when the good people do nothing?

- l'm not one of your good people, Rachel.

- What do you mean?

All these years, l wanted to kill him.

Now l can't.

Your father would be ashamed of you.

You're taller than you look

in the tabloids, Mr. Wayne.

No gun? l'm insulted.

- You could've just sent a thank-you note.

- l didn't come here to thank you.

l came to show you that

not everyone in Gotham's afraid of you.

Only those who know me, kid.

Look around you.

You'll see two councilmen...

...a union official,

couple off-duty cops...

...and a judge.

l wouldn't have a second's hesitation of

blowing your head off in front of them.

Now, that's power you can't buy.

That's the power of fear.

l'm not afraid of you.

Because you think you got

nothing to lose.

But you haven't thought it through.

You haven't thought about

your lady friend in the DA's office.

You haven't thought about

your old butler. Bang!

People from your world...

...have so much to lose.

Now, you think because your mommy

and your daddy got shot...

...you know about the ugly side of life,

but you don't.

You've never tasted desperate.

You're... You're Bruce Wayne,

the prince of Gotham.

You'd have to go 1000 miles to meet

someone who didn't know your name.

So don't come here with your anger,

trying to prove something to yourself.

This is a world you'll never understand.

And you always fear...

...what you don't understand.

All right.

Yeah, you got spirit, kid.

l'll give you that.

More than your old man anyway.

ln the joint, Chill told me about

the night he killed your parents.

He said your father begged for mercy.

Begged.

Like a dog.

Should've tipped better.

- For what?

- Your jacket.

Okay.

Hey, hey, hey. Let me have it.

lt's a nice coat.

Be careful who sees you with that.

- They're gonna come looking for me.

- Who?

Everyone.

lt's...

lt's a nice coat.

When you lived among

the criminals, did you start to pity them?

The first time I stole

so that I wouldn 't starve, yes.

I lost many assumptions about

the simple nature of right and wrong.

And when I traveled...

... I learned the fear before a crime...

... and the thrill of success.

But I never became one of them.

Fool. What do l care

what your name is? You're a criminal.

Tell that to the guy who owned these.

You've traveled the world

to understand the criminal mind...

...and conquer your fears.

But a criminal is not complicated.

And what you really fear

is inside yourself.

You fear your own power.

You fear your anger...

...the drive to do great

or terrible things.

Now you must journey inwards.

You are ready.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Breathe in your fears.

Face them.

To conquer fear,

you must become fear.

You must bask in the fear

of other men.

And men fear most

what they cannot see.

You have to become a terrible thought.

A wraith.

You have to become an idea!

Feel terror cloud your senses.

Feel its power to distort.

To control.

And know that this power

can be yours.

Embrace your worst fear.

Become one with the darkness.

Focus.

Concentrate.

Master your senses.

You cannot leave any sign.

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