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Saturday 10 October 2020

We are All Policemen : Cops are The Chosen People





HOBBES, on TV News :
The criminals don't accept consequences. They kill. 
“It's not their fault.” This is the consequence of what I do. 

JONESY :
Look who made it. 
How'd it go?
Mr. Consequence. 


HOBBES :
He died. 

LOU :
I told you. 
Get one more. 

HOBBES :
Nice to see you. 
How you doing, Gracie? 

LOU :
Don't tempt me with that. 

GRACE :
Sorry. 

LOU :
What's your poison? 
We got some Becks. We got some Guinness. We got some Bass.

HOBBES :
Budweiser's good for me. 

LOU :
Budweiser? 


HOBBES :
Yeah. 

GRACE :
Good. 



LOU :
No, we're going imported here. 
If you can't afford it, I'll buy. 


HOBBES :
I can afford it. 
Budweiser. 

LOU :
At least have a Bud-Ice or a Bud-Dry or something. 


HOBBES :
It is just a Bud, okay? 

GRACE :
You guys want anything? 


JONESY :
No. 

GRACE :
Here's your Bud. 



"He was one of the most notorious inmates...." 

GRACE :
Here you go. 


HOBBES :
Thank you, sweetheart. 

LOU :
You're an unusual cop, Hobbes. 

HOBBES :
Really? 

LOU :
I've been in this precinct about what, five, six months? 
Everybody says, "Hobbes don't take no cream." 
"Hobbes don't take no cream." 
Now is that True, or what? 

HOBBES :
No, I don't like cream. 

LOU :
That means "no"? 

HOBBES :
Yeah, it means "no." 

LOU :
Now, is that "No." as in "Never.", "No.", as in "Sometimes."... ...or "No." as in "I do, but I don't like to talk about it."? 


HOBBES :
"No." as in "Never." 


LOU :
This is a Big City, Hobbesy. 
We got a Tradition to uphold. 


JONESY :
Got something wrong with your ears? 
When The Man Says something, He Says it. 


LOU :
This is hypothetical : 
A Cop who's trying to make ends meet wants a little something on the side.... 

HOBBES :
I don't like cream... 
and I Don't Judge. 

LOU :
You don't judge? 
He's a fucking saint, huh? 
So you're telling me, that under NO circumstances, would a Holy Man like you ever, you know... 
...break The Law or do something.... 


HOBBES :
Look, Lou... I could jump across the table, snatch your heart out of your chest, squeeze the blood out, and stick it in your front pocket. 

LOU :
Oh, yeah? 

HOBBES :
If I lost Control. 
But if I did... I'd be no different than the people we bust. 




Now, as to your general question.... 
You take any cop on The Force, cream or no... ninety-nine percent of the time they're doing their job, aren't they? 

JONESY :
Ninety-nine five. 

HOBBES :
Point five. 
So he or she, cream or no... is doing more good out there every day... than any lawyer or a stockbroker or President of the United States can ever do in their lifetime. 
Cops are The Chosen People. 

JONESY :
Amen. 

LOU :
...guess I'm switching to Bud...!
Gracie, come here and get this foreign shit off my table and bring me three Buds.




 Harvey Dent: 
This is where they brought her, Gordon, after your men handed her over. This is where she died.
 

Gordon: 

I know, I was here... trying to save her. 

Harvey Dent: 

But you didn't

Gordon: 

I couldn't

Harvey Dent: 

Yes, you could've. If you'd listened to me. If you stood up against corruption, instead of doing your deal with The Devil. 

Gordon: 

I was trying to fight the Mob! 

Harvey Dent: 

You wouldn't dare try to justify yourself if you knew what I'd lost. 

Have you ever had to talk to the person you loved most... tell them it's gonna be all right, when you know it's not? 

Well, you're about to know what that feels like, Gordon. 

And then you can look me in the eye and tell me you're sorry. 

Gordon: 

You're not going to hurt my family. 

Harvey Dent: 

No. Just the person you love most. 

So... Is it your wife? 

Gordon: 

Put the gun down, Harvey. 

Gordon: 

Harvey, put down the gun. 

Gordon:

Please. Please, Harvey. Please. 

Oh, goddamn it. 

Will you stop pointing that gun at my family?! 

Barbara: 

No! 

Harvey Dent: 

We have a winner. 

Barbara: 

No, Jim, stop him! 

Gordon: 

Harvey. 

Barbara: 

Don't let him... 

Harvey! I'm sorry! For everything. Please don't hurt my son. 

Harvey Dent: 

You brought your cops? 

Gordon: 

All they know is there's a situation. 

They don't know who or what. 

They're just creating a perimeter. 


Harvey Dent: 

You think I wanna escape from this?! 

There is no escape from this! 

[Then another voice rips through the darkness] 

Batman: 

You don't wanna hurt the boy, Harvey. 

Harvey Dent: 

It's not about what I want, it's about what's fair! 

You thought we could be decent men in an indecent time. 

But you were wrong. 

The World is cruel. 

And the only morality in a Cruel World... 

(lifting his lucky coin) is chance. 

Unbiased. Unprejudiced. Fair. 

His son's got the same chance she had. 

Fifty-fifty. 

Batman: 

What happened to Rachel wasn't chance. 

We decided to act. We three. 

Harvey Dent: 

Then why was it me who was the only one who lost everything? 

Batman: (sad

It wasn't... 

Harvey Dent:

The Joker chose me

Batman: 

Because you were the best of us. 

He wanted to prove that even someone as good as you could fall. 

Harvey Dent: 

(a broken man) 

And he was right. 

Batman: 

You're the one pointing the gun, Harvey. 

So point it at the people responsible. 

Harvey Dent: 

Fair enough. You first. 

Harvey Dent: 

My turn. 

Gordon: 

Harvey, you're right. 

Rachel's death was my fault. 

Please don't punish the boy. 

Please, punish me. 

Harvey Dent: 

I'm about to. 

Tell your boy he's gonna be all right, Gordon. Lie... like I lied. 

Gordon: (whispering) 

It's going to be all right, son. 

Jimmy:  

Dad? Daddy, is he okay? 

Gordon: 

 Thank you. 

Batman: (looking down) 

You don't have to Thank me. 

Gordon: 

 Yes, I do. (also looking down) 

The Joker won. 

[Harvey Dent lies on the ground. Dead, his neck has been broken by the fall

Gordon:  

Harvey's prosecution, everything he fought for... undone. 

Whatever chance you gave us at fixing our city dies with Harvey's reputation. 

We bet it all on him. 

The Joker took the best of us and tore him down. 

People will lose hope. 

Batman:  

They won't. 

They must never know what he did. 

Gordon:  

Five dead? Two of them cops? 

You can't sweep that... 

Batman: 

 No. But the Joker cannot win. 

Gotham needs its true hero. 

Gordon:  

No. 

Batman: (panting) 

You either die a hero... or you live long enough… to see yourself become the villain. 

I can do those things, because I'm not a hero, not like Dent. 

I killed those people. 

That's what I can be. 

Gordon: 

 No, no, you can't. You're not! 

Batman: 

I'm whatever Gotham needs me to be. 

[He hands his friend a police radio

Batman: 

Call it in. 

[A montage is started: the commissioner gives a speech, an eulogy for Harvey Dent...

Gordon: 

A hero. Not the hero we deserved, but the hero we needed. 

Nothing less than a knight... shining. 

[...Gordon and his team, destroying the Bat Signal...] 

Gordon: 

They'll hunt you. 

Batman: 

You'll hunt me. 

You'll condemn me. 

Set the dogs on me. 

[...and Lucius Fox typing in his name on the machine he used to track the Joker, destroying it] 

Batman: 

 Because that's what needs to happen. Because sometimes... 

The Truth isn't good enough. Sometimes people deserve more. 

Sometimes people deserve to have their faith rewarded. 

Jimmy:  

Batman? Batman! 

Why's he running, Dad? 

Gordon: 

 Because we have to chase him. 

[Back at the perimeter

Cop: 

Okay, we're going in! 

Go, go! Move! 

[Gordon's son stares to where Batman has disappeared

Jimmy:  

He didn't do anything wrong. 

Gordon:  

Because he's the hero Gotham deserves, but not the one it needs right now. 

So we'll hunt him... 

[Batman's theme kicks back in as he makes his way to the Batpod, driving it away, chased by dogs and cops

Gordon: 

 Because he can take it. Because he's not a hero. 

He's a silent guardian, a watchful protector. 

[Batman drives his Batpod up to a slope. Street lights surround him

Gordon: 

A Dark Knight. 

[Cut to black. The credits roll]


Commissioner Gordon: 

Foley? Where’s Foley, dammit?!

[Gordon heads for the door]

Blake: 

You shouldn’t be out on the streets!

[Gordon turns up at Foley’s house and bangs on the door, Foley’s wife answers]

Foley’s Wife: 

Jim, He’s not here.

[Gordon looks down the hallway behind her]

Commissioner Gordon: 

You let your wife come to the door when the city’s under occupation?!

[Foley appears behind his wife]

Foley: 

Wait in the kitchen, honey.

[Foley’s wife turns and leaves them]

Commissioner Gordon: 

What did you do? 

Bury your uniform in the backyard?

Foley: 

You saw what they did to those Special Forces.

Commissioner Gordon: 

Have you forgotten all the years we were out on patrol when every gangbanger wanted to plant one as soon as our backs were turned?

Foley: 

That was different and you know it! 

These guys run The City, The Government’s done a deal with them.

Commissioner Gordon: 

Bane’s got their balls in a vice. 

That’s not a deal.

Foley: 

You move on Bane, the triggerman is gonna hit the button.

Commissioner Gordon: 

You think he’s given control of that bomb to one of ‘the people’? 

You think this is part of some Revolution? 

There’s only one man with his finger on the button, that’s Bane.

Foley: 

Look, we’ve all gotta keep our heads down till they can fix this. 

If you still had family here…

Commissioner Gordon: 

This only gets fixed from inside The City! 

Look, Peter, I’m not asking you to walk down Grand in your dress blues, but something has to be done.

Foley: 

I’m sorry Jim. I gotta…

Commissioner Gordon: 

Keep your head down? 

What good’s that gonna do tomorrow when that thing blows?

Foley: 

You don’t know that’s gonna happen.

[Foley closes the door in Gordon’s face]