(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
FREEZE: This is how I'll always remember you.
Surrounded by winter,
forever young,
forever beautiful.
Rest well, my love.
The monster who took you from me
will soon learn that revenge is a dish
best served cold.
In the midst of the hottest August on record,
a rash of bizarre cold-related crimes
have chilled Gotham to the bone.
Once again, the target is a GothCorp facility
attacked by an assailant
wielding what witnesses called
a "freezing gun."
The attacker's motives remain unclear.
We spoke earlier
with GothCorp CEO Ferris Boyle,
who offered these comments.
I don't know what this person has against GothCorp.
But we've always looked upon ourselves
as the people company.
If this man has a problem,
we're willing to listen.
A heartfelt plea from the chairman of Goth Corp,
the people company.
This is Summer Gleeson
for Gotham Insider.
- (MUSIC PLAYING) - Hey, get out of here!
Taking up video games, are we, sir?
I've accessed police files on the GothCorp raids.
These are the stolen objects.
They don't look like much alone,
but in this configuration...
My word.
They combine into a massive weapon
able to generate intense cold.
There's still one component missing,
and only one GothCorp plant makes it.
Halt. Stay where you are.
- (ALL SHOUTING) - MAN: Look out!
(TIRES SCREECHING)
We got company.
FREEZE: Keep your mind on your business.
I'll handle this.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(ENGINE REVVING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(ALARM BLARING)
Load those canisters.
Hurry.
Are you done?
All set.
(CRIES OUT)
(GASPS) The Batman!
Put me down! (YELLS)
(MEN GRUNTING)
Freeze.
That's "Mr. Freeze" to you.
This is a personal vendetta.
It doesn't concern you.
It's my concern now.
Since you ally yourself with my enemies,
you leave me no choice.
Ahhh!
Johnny!
(SHUDDERING)
Take it easy, man. I got you.
FREEZE: Leave him.
He should have been more careful.
Now he's paid the price
for his incompetence.
But he's one of us.
Then perhaps you'd like to share his fate.
(SOBS) Don't leave me. Please!
Please! Come back!
(GRUNTING)
MAN: Help! Please!
Cold...
So cold.
I must say, you're showing
a surprising amount of compassion for that man
considering he would surely have left you
to die in his place.
- (CRACKLING) - (WHIRRING)
(POWERING DOWN)
(SNIFFLES)
With all the compartments on your belt,
you'd think there'd be one for tissues.
(SNIFFS) Thanks.
- (BLOWS NOSE) - (BEEPING)
He's pulling through.
The hot chemical bath did the trick.
(SNEEZES LOUDLY)
You could use a hot bath yourself.
(SNIFFS)
I can't worry about a cold now.
After Batman drops our unconscious guest
at police headquarters... (COUGHS)
Bruce Wayne has got a meeting
with Mr. Ferris Boyle.
Bruce Wayne.
It's been forever. How have you been?
Still the terror of the Gotham night scene?
(BRUCE COUGHING)
I get around.
Speaking of terror,
what's this about someone causing trouble for GothCorp?
You got me.
Some fruitcake has it out for my company.
I don't know why.
Maybe it's an investor who lost money.
(census)
Or an angry ex-employee.
There's only one man who'd hate.
GothCorp that much,
if he were alive.
- Who? - One of our scientists.
An obsessed wacko.
He was caught using company equipment
for personal reasons.
I had to send my security men in.
There was a fight, an explosion.
We lost him.
What was he doing?
Wasting company money.
My money!
Look, Bruce.
That "people company" line is great PR.
But when the wage-slaves
start acting like they own the place,
it's time to pull the plug.
- Know what I mean? - (INTERCOM BUZZES)
SECRETARY: Sir, the humanitarian committee is here.
I'll be right out.
We're hosting a ceremony tonight
for Gotham's Humanitarian industrialist of the Year.
Guess who's winning?
I feel ill.
Hmm?
Excuse me, Ferris. My cold.
Congratulations on your award.
I'm sure it's well-deserved.
FERRIS: And I want to say that these
unwarranted attacks against GothCorp
have in no way changed
our personal commitment to the community.
Inspirational words
from Gotham's Humanitarian industrialist of the Year.
FREEZE: Humanity.
Compassion.
Charity.
Where were those pretty words
when she needed to hear them?
Faster.
The cannon must be completed tonight.
I have my own warm wishes
to bestow on Mr. Boyle.
BATMAN: When Ferris mentioned that explosion,
I remembered this headline from last year.
Does it say what caused the accident?
No.
And I suspect that's the reason for the cover-up.
I won't know for sure until I check GothCorp's classified files.
(census)
If you're going to go sneaking around
a crowded office building, you'll need this.
Knockout gas?
Chicken soup.
The only way to fight a cold.
(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(GUARD SIGHS)
(GASPS)
Mr. Boyle sent me to fill in.
Enjoy yourself at the party, with his compliments.
Hey, great.
(SNEEZES)
- You okay? - I'm fine. Take off.
(HUMMING HAPPILY)
(LOCK CLICKS)
My name is Dr. Victor Fries.
I am recording what I pray
will be mankind's first step toward immortality.
Behind me you see the CC-100...
A cryogenic freezing chamber of my own design.
I created it for the express purpose of freezing subjects
stricken with inoperable ailments.
Subjects like
my own beloved wife, Nora.
Once a remedy has been found...
(KNOB RATTLING)
FERRIS: Open this door! Open it now!
Get away from that equipment!
Shut this stuff down.
Stop! This is my experiment!
Your unauthorized experiment.
I ordered funding suspended weeks ago.
I'm already three million in debt, thanks to you.
You can't stop it now.
My wife is in there.
So bring her out.
You can't interrupt the process now.
Open it.
It's her only chance.
This is my equipment! Mine!
I have every legal right
to use it or not use it as I see fit.
I say this project ends now!
No!
Stay away from her, murderer.
Victor...
I'm sorry.
I lost my temper.
It doesn't have to come to this.
We can talk.
(GRUNTS)
(YELLS)
Get out! Get out!
Nora!
My God.
FREEZE: Yes...
It would move me to tears
if I still had tears to shed.
The snow is beautiful, don't you think?
Clean, uncompromising...
And cold.
Like the swift hand of vengeance.
I saw what happened to your wife.
I'm sorry.
I'm beyond emotions.
They've been frozen dead in me.
That suit you wear...
A result of the coolant?
Very good.
A detective to the last.
I can no longer survive
out of a sub-zero environment.
Tonight, I mean to pay back
the man who ruined my life.
Our lives.
Even if you have to kill
everyone in the building to do it?
Think of it, Batman.
To never again walk on a summer's day
with a hot wind in your face
and a warm hand to hold.
Oh, yes.
I'd kill for that.
Let's go.
(GRUNTING)
Huh?
Keys?
Seal the building.
(MACHINE WHIRRING)
(couemue)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(CRACKLING)
Higher. Higher.
Let the evil that walks inside
be cleansed by pure, unforgiving ice.
And so it gives me great pleasure
to present this well-deserved award to...
(GLASS BREAKING)
(wmn WHISTLING)
(PEOPLE GASPING)
Double the power.
Huh?
(GRUNTS)
I will finish this.
(PANICKED CHATTER)
The cold eyes of vengeance
are upon you, Boyle.
Who...
Who are you?
Come, now.
Surely you remember
your old colleague
Victor Fries.
No!
(GROANS)
Stop. Please.
I beg you.
YOU beg?
In my nightmares,
I see my Nora behind the glass,
begging to me with frozen eyes.
How I've longed to see
that look frozen on you.
The advanced circuitry that powers my suit
also triples my strength.
Sooner or later, all who stand in my way
must feel the icy touch of death.
(BATMAN STRAINING)
(GRUNTS)
Ugh. What was that stuff?
The only way to fight a cold.
(DISTORTED) It can't end this way.
Vengeance...
BATMAN: No.
Justice.
A year ago, Ferris Boyle interrupted an experiment,
and in the process destroyed two lives.
Here's the evidence.
Good night, humanitarian.
I failed you.
I wish there were another way for me to say it.
But I cannot.
I can only beg your forgiveness
and pray you hear me somehow...
Someplace...
Someplace where a warm hand
waits for mine.
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
English - SDH