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You hear that? You could poach an egg in this water.
That must be where there loading the radioactive wast,
before dumping it out at see.
Make it snapy. We got 20 minutes,
before the next harbor patrol.
Who hired you? -Think, I'd tell you?
Mr. Powers, it's been a long night. My clients would like to go
back to there own town and rest a little
and think about your offer.
Ladie and gentlemen, the buy-out offer is on the table.
Leave this room and I withdraw it.
Powers. -Amazing, the numbers
people put on there speed dial.
Just want you to know, tonight boat ride's been canceled.
Though your goons are still going up the river.
Wish, you could join them.
Sir, your eyes.
My friends.
Perhaps you're right. It is an ungodly hour.
We'll continue this negotiation tommorow,
when we're refreshed.
It's useless. It barely lasts a day anymore.
What am I paying you people for?
It's not the skin, sir. The radiation your emitting
is getting stronger. -Is that suppose to pacify me?
Mr. Powers. I have a suggestion.
Who are you? -She's new here, Mr. Powers.
You really shouldn't be... -I'm doctor Lake.
Stephanie Lake. -What's this suggestion of yours?
I could use your baseline DNA, to build you a new body.
Then transfer your neural patterns into in.
Dr. Lake, it's not your place to... -A new body?
Theoretically it should work. Of course, I would want
to test the proces first. On someone who also has
systemically damaged DNA. -You have someone in mind?
Take a good look, doctor.
I've been like this, for nearly 50 years
and I haven't aged one day.
I have become what many men have dreamed of.
An immortal.
And yet, there hasn't been a day, an hour, a minute,
I haven't though about death.
It obsesses me. Even now.
What, if I said, I could give you life.
A normal life.
Victor, an incredible mind, like yours, deserves a body.
Dr. Lake and I have taken every precaution, Victor.
Let me assure you... -Save your breath.
I am neither afraid not capable of being comforted by a banal words.
Remember, there might be some momentary discomfort.
Welcome back to the living.
I don't think you should... -Let's see, what he can do.
Cold.
It feels cold.
So, Dana, yout got time for a fizz or something?
I do, but you don't.
Your keeper's here.
Victor Fries has payed his debt to socity.
Now, with the help of great medical minds of Wayne-Powers,
he's returned to a normal life.
When was this on? -This morning.
My fervent hope is, that the technology used to help Victor,
will serve to help millions more.
I want you to follow Fries.
Don't let him out of your site.
Why?
I don't trust 'em.
Powers of Fries? -Neither.
Molly!
Yeah, there's a menace to socity.
Victor Fries?
How fitting, that that disease of mine,
should be buried like this. -Frankly, I couldn't think of anything else
to do with it. -It was the right thing.
It simbolizes the end of a life.
And the beginning of a new one.
Stay down!
No! No! He's gotta die!
The monster's gotta die!
How could you save him? After what he did?
What he did to me?
What did I do? -You destroyed my life.
My family.
Years ago. Gone.
Frozen. Forever.
We'll let the police take care of 'em.
No.
I've done this man enough damage.
No words can express my sorrow, for the pain I've caused you.
I beg your forgiveness.
It was another life.
Though, that's hardly an excuse.
I can only promise you this. I will do the best I can,
to make reparations to you and everyone, I've ever hurt.
I'm calling it a Nora Fries foundation. Named after my former wife.
And you intend to fund it yourself? -Before I went to prison,
my legitimat earnings were put in a blind trust.
Ater all these years, I comes to quite a significat sum.
A half billion, I hear. That's some charity.
Not charity, justice.
More like blood money. -Come on, can't you cut 'em a little slack?
Like my mom said, he's just a guy,
trying to put his house in order.
It's a cold draft, that blows through that house.
Ok, people, thank you! Thats a wrap!
Good job, Victor. -Thank you.
My, it's a little warm in here. -It's the lights.
And they say, we don't work hard for our money.
No doubt about it. He's reverting.
Why? How? Don't you know, what this means to me?
There must some kind of mnemonic agent within the DNA.
If only we can biopsy his organs at this stage.
That might be doable.
Stephanie?
Stephanie.
What are you doing? No! Please!
Open the door!
Please... Please...
If he ran away, like you heard,
that doesn't mean, he's gonna come back.
He'll be back. Count on it.
He lives for revenge. -Not the Victor Fries I met.
What you met, was a ghost.
Security's checked every meat locker, deep freeze
and cryogenic bank in town. No sign of 'em.
We never should have started this.
Sometimes you find the wrong answers, before you find the right ones.
That was science is all about.
And anyway, if he's still hidding in Gotham,
he's fried. -What makes you so sure?
We're having a heat wave, Mr. Powers. Today it hits 70.
Hey, what's going on?
Where's that coming from?
Oh, Fries.
Fries, how... -It's somethin', I've kept in cold storage.
You had this all along.
Victor, don't do it.
Please.
We were only trying to help you.
Remember, there might be some momentary discomfort.
Fire!
There's enough energy here, to destroy the whole compound, Batman.
I suggest you find the way out. -Fries, think.
This can't be what you want. You'll only cause more pain.
More suffering. -No.
I end it. When this goes,
I go, too.
You had your chance.
So did you.
Yeah. You feel it, don't you.
Right through your suit. The heat is on, Victor.
Terry, I can't maintain video link. What's going on?
And behold, I shall be a blighte upon the land.
And everything I touch, shall wither and die.
Batman. -And who are you, sunshine?
Blight will do.
Terry, there's something hot in that room.
No kidding.
This guy...
He's like walking meltdown.
Keep your distance. The suite will give you some protection,
but it's not designed for such high levels of radiation.
You only got a tan that time, Batman.
Here comes the real burn.
Blight!
Stay where you are.
You gotta get out of here, Fries.
The whole is gonna go. -Believe me.
You're the only, one who cares.
Terry, get out of there! Now!
Fries, no!
Mr. Powers, thank heavens. We used an infrared scan
to locate you.
Not that you would be hard to spot without it.
We also brough these. Just in case you were cold.
You are idiots.
With all his injures and that cracked helmet,
no way he got out. -It could've been worse.
He could've blown up the whole compound,
like he intended, killed hundreds.
Guess, you were right about Fries all along.
We both were.
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