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Why does she get a blaster and I don't?

What?

I know how to use it.

That's what I'm afraid of. Give it to me.

We're going to Jedha. That's a war zone.

That's not the point. Where'd you get it?

I found it.

I find that answer vague and unconvincing.

You're a Jedi Knight, aren't you?

What makes you think that?

I saw your laser sword. Only Jedi carry that kind of weapon.

Perhaps I killed a Jedi and took it from him.

I don't think so. No one can kill a Jedi.

I wish that were so.

You want this, don't you? The hate is swelling in you now. Take your Jedi weapon. Use it. I am unarmed. Strike me down with it. Give in to your anger. With each passing moment you make yourself more my servant.

No.

It is unavoidable. It is your destiny. You, like your father, are now mine.

Chewie, give me the gun! Don't move, Lando!

No, wait! I thought you were blind!

It's alright, I can see a lot better! Don't move!

Up a little higher! Just a little higher!

[notices that he's being followed] That price on my head, was that dead or alive?

Not sure. See if he starts shooting.

So, once we've made the plant, how do we go out? Hope you have something more elegant in mind than shooting me in the head?

A kick.

What's a kick?

This, Ariadne, would be a kick [kicks the leg of the chair Arthur's swinging at]

[finds his balance and glares at Eames]

The day that Chill died, I... I said terrible things.

But true things. I was a coward with a gun. Justice is about more than revenge, so, thank you.

Bats are nocturnal.

Bats may be, but even for billionaire playboys, three o'clock is pushing it. The price of leading a double life, I fear. Your theatrics made an impression.

Theatricality and deception are powerful weapons, Alfred. It's a good start.

If those are to be the first of many injuries to come, it would be wise to find a suitable excuse. Polo, for instance.

I'm not learning polo, Alfred.

Strange injuries a non-existent social life, these things beg the question as to what exactly does Bruce Wayne do with his time and his money.

And what does someone like me do?

Drive sports cars, date movie stars, buy things that are not for sale... who knows, Master Wayne? You start pretending to have fun, you might even have a little by accident.

Why didn't they put it into production?

Bean counters didn't think a soldier's life was worth 300 grand. So, what's your interest in it, Mr. Wayne?

I wanna borrow it. For, uh, spelunking.

Spelunking?

Yeah, you know, cave diving.

You expecting to run into much gunfire in these caves?

Look, I'd rather Mr. Earle didn't know about me borrowing...

Mr. Wayne, the way I see it, all this stuff is yours anyway.

What is this? You can't just barge in here.

Yeah? Well, I got a badge and a gun that say different.

They weren't home, so I parked in the turnout, and waited.

With what intention?

I'm not sure. I was confused. Drunk. I think mostly, I wanted to scare them.

When they arrived, you went up to the house and murdered them.

No. I was sobering up. I got back in the car, and I drove home to sleep it off. Along the way, I stopped, and I threw my gun into the Royal River. I feel I've been very clear on this point.

Then we came back to the house found it on fire.

Just like that? On fire?

Yes.

And the 5000 rounds of spent ammo my men found all around the house?

Maybe they had the wrong house.

Monsieur Frank, people with this kind of firepower do not make mistakes about who they visit.

You want me to go get a ladder?

We don't have one.

What?

You know, study shows that keeping a ladder inside the house is more dangerous than a loaded gun. That's why I own ten guns: in case some maniac tries to sneak in a ladder.