Chapter 4: Feat of Clay (1)

Bruce? Bruce Wayne? Over here, Lucius. Bruce, it's 3 in the morning. Couldn't this wait? I could've given you this stuff in the office. Not out here. Come on. My phones are bugged. The office, the house, everywhere. He knows we're on to him. Daggett? Who else? You were the one who said he was trying to take over the company. Yes. Insider trading. But once you give these papers to the DA, he'll be under indictment. If I turn in the evidence. But I won't. You see, Lucius, the reason I want those papers is to destroy them. And now that you've brought them, we won't be needing you anymore. Bruce, what's going on here? Let's just say I'm accepting your resignation, Mr. Fox. Two-Baker-six, two-Baker-six, 204 at Gotham Island Tramway south-side terminal. Respond, code 2. Let's finish this fast. Before we have the law on our necks. Too late, dirtbag. Who said that? The Batman! Not him! Where is he? Wayne. Bruce Wayne. He set me up. Cover me! Stay where you are! Don't move! Ready on the set. I'll go get Matt. Come on, come on. Where are you? Matt, you okay in there? Matt? Close the door! It's Teddy, Matt. Close the door! Help me look. It's gotta be in here somewhere. The face cream? You used up your last jar yesterday. No! I gotta have more! Now, see. It wore off. Look! I can't fix it anymore! - Relax, Matt. - Don't tell me to relax, you idiot! I can't go out there like this! Here. Give it to me! That's all? I was lucky I could hang on to that much. - You were holding out on me? - I had to, Matt. If I didn't, you wouldn't have any now. You can't go on like this, Matt. You hurt all the time now. You're just my stand-in. Nobody promoted you to nursemaid. That stuff makes your face like putty, Matt. It can't be good for you. It probably ain't good for me. But unless I only wanna do horror pictures, it ain't bad for me either. Gone! Empty! Only 24 hours, then it starts all over again. - Mr. Hagen, we're waiting! - Keep your shirt on! That's what ain't good for you. Having to keep going back to Daggett for that stuff and do whatever lousy thing he wants to get it. You're right, Teddy. I can't. I'll have to find a way to get lots of this stuff on my own. You're sure, Bell? You're sure that the man you hired knows nothing about our operation? Bell! I asked you a question. Bell! Bell! Germs, take off his headphones. Pay attention. Mr. Daggett's talking to you. - Now, then. - Relax, Mr. Daggett. The guy was just a hired gun. He don't even know our names. Thank heaven for small favors. But Hagen has disappointed me once too often lately. He botched this assignment completely. To wit, once Fox is able to talk, he might very well incriminate us if the police can't figure out what we're up to from those papers Hagen was supposed to retrieve. Frankly I think our Mr. Hagen has outlived his usefulness. I want him dealt with. But, Mr. Daggett, the man's a master of disguise. He was even before he had his accident and you gave him this stuff. Yeah. It's not easy finding somebody who can change the way he looks. You needn't bother searching for him. This is the only place in the world where he can get what he needs. And when his supply runs out he'll come to us. Hold it right there. Turn around, real slow. Step into the light where we can see you. I'm looking for Mr. Daggett. I don't believe we've met. My name is Wayne. Bruce Wayne. Wayne, huh? Yeah, right. Sure. Can the garbage, Hagen. We ain't stupid. - No! - You're Hagen, all right. Broke in for more of that stuff, didn't you? Yeah, once they're hooked, they stay hooked. Come on, Hagen, we're going for a little ride. Forget it! I know what that means! Wait! I got an idea. Hold him. Pretty boy wanted more of this stuff? Then let's give it to him. No! Not that way! Please! - Let's give him all he'll ever need. - No! No! Don't! Sweet dreams, slimeball. I know my fist has landed on that jaw once before. Bell. Raymond Bell. Of course! Now I remember him. Carries a pocket radio tuned to police band at all times. Master Bruce, what am I to do about the police? They shall be back, you know. I can't keep telling them you're out. Police? What police? What are you talking about? I suggest you consult the morning paper, sir. "Bruce Wayne sought for questioning in attempt on executive's life"? But that's impossible! Two-Baker- 10, code 7 in progress, 500 North Main. Twenty-two, code 4 at 1900 Roth Avenue, apartment B, "boy. " All units, a warrant has been issued for the arrest of Bell, Raymond. White male, approximately 5'10", age, mid-30s. All available units divert to suspect's last known address 3720 Burnley Boulevard. Suspect is believed - armed and dangerous. Proceed with extreme caution. Over. Yeah, go ahead. Stake out my place. It'll be a long wait, jerks. That's it, Bell. Keep it up. You're reacting true to form so far. The Batman? Made it! I am out of here! No! Oh, no! No! No! For the love of mercy, Batman, don't let me fall! What are you doing? Are you crazy? Listen up, scumwad because I'm only gonna ask you once. Who was Lucius Fox meeting at the tram? Wayne! Bruce Wayne! You lying sleaze! You wanna rethink that answer? Oh, no! No! Okay, okay, it wasn't Wayne! Then who was it? Last chance! Who was impersonating Wayne? Who, Bell? Who? Fainted. He fainted. This is G. C. P. D. Airborne unit six-Able-12 to Batwing. Descend in the name of the law and remand your prisoner to police custody. This should wake you up, Mr. Bell. This is the police! You are under arrest! No. Please, leave me alone. Lucius, it's okay. It's me, Bruce. I have to speak to you. Only you can give me the answers I need now. Lucius, take it easy. There's nothing to be afraid of. You know I'd never do anything to hurt you. There's his car. Stop here. Matt? Matt, are you in there? And we'll have continuing updates on this late-breaking story the arrest of millionaire industrialist Bruce Wayne at the scene of an attempt on the life of Wayne executive Lucius Fox. This is Summer Gleeson, WGBS News at 11:00, live at Gotham County Jail. Matt? Matt, it's me, Teddy. Matt? Matt? Matt, is that you? What in heaven's name did they do to you?