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I have a proposition that may interest you.

My price is high.

This target is priceless.

I understand you're getting out.

Getting out. Getting out of what? Bed? My head? The closet? Don't flirt with me, Dry Eye. I'm a busy man.

I hear you're getting out of the game. And I would like you to consider an offer.

Look, I'm going to stop you right there, so you don't waste any more of your precious breath, young man. This is not a discussion for the two of us. I am not for sale. And even if I was, you're several zeros short.

He's offered seven million dollars for your life. Seven million dollars is a lot of money, Mr. Wick.

So I guess you have a choice. You want a war? Or do you wanna just give me a gun?

Somebody, please! Get this man a gun!

Everything's available for a price. You making me an offer?

A christmas present.

Then what are you giving me for Christmas, Mr. Holmes?

My brother.

I need to get some air. We're going out tonight.

Actually, I've got a date.

What?

It's where two people who like each other go out and have fun?

That's what I was suggesting.

No, it wasn't. At least I hope not.

Did he offer you money to spy on me?

Yes.

Did you take it?

No.

Pity, we could have split the fee. Think it through next time.

So you're free this evening?

Absolutely.

Dinner?

Wonderful.

The Royale?

My favorite.

Mary's coming.

Not available.

You're meeting her, Holmes!

Have you proposed yet?

No, I haven't found the right ring.

Then it's not official.

It's happening whether you like it or not. 8:30, the Royale. Wear a jacket!

You wear a jacket.

Take the offer before it expires.

No.

Then I will have to force you.

Then I will have to kill you!

Mr. Stark! What happened over there?

I had my eyes opened. I came to realize that I have more to offer this world than just making things that blow up. And that is why, effective immediately, I am shutting down the weapons manufacturing division of Stark Industries until such a time as I can decide what the future of the company will be.

My people offered you help. And in return you brought upon them only ruin and death.

When did Lake-town come to our aid but for the promise of rich reward?

A bargain was struck!

A bargain? What choice did we have but to barter our birthright for blankets and food? To ransom our future in exchange for our freedom? You call that a fair trade? Tell me, Bard the Dragon-Slayer, why should I honor such terms?

Because you gave us your word. Does that mean nothing?

You're pathetically predictable, like a moth to the flame. What about my generous proposal? Are you in or are you out?

It's you who's out, Gobbie. Out of your mind.

Wrong answer.

I think he just lacks the proper… motivation.

Motivation. As in, 'motivation' motivation? I mean, just so we're on the same page here are you saying we make him an offer he can't refuse?

Nothing so dramatic as that, no. Motivation. Attitude adjustment.

What do you propose?

It's simple. We, uh, kill the Batman.

If it's so simple, why haven't you done it already?

If you're good at something, never do it for free.

I am not having an affair with Gretchen.

I know. I know you're not. Because I asked her. It really took me forever to get in touch with her. She was ducking my calls for weeks. So I finally left a message: 'What exactly is going on between you and my husband?' I thought that'd get her attention, and it did. So she called me back, and she finally told me. The money for your treatment... Gretchen and Elliott didn't give you a dime. They paid for nothing. You refused every offer they made you.

I'd offer you a seat, but, uh…

Don't mention it. I, uh... I can't stay.