Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice Page #4

returning my phone calls.

Miss Lane, if you like an interview,

Major Farris is just outside that door.

You're treating me like a stranger?

I'm treating you like a reporter.

Alright.

Is the US providing experimental

military arms to rebels in Africa?

You know with balls like yours.

You belong in here.

Who's your source on this?

A tin foil hat?

No, not tin, but it's metal.

Fired in the Superman incident.

Experts at the Pentagon can't ID it.

- We haven't been told the truth.

- Here's the truth.

A reporter got greedy for a scoop

and went where she shouldn't have.

Superman acted like some... rogue combatant

to rescue her and people died.

Don't invent a conspiracy theory

to put back his halo.

Or yours.

- Major.

- Sir.

Oh.

I hope the next generation of Waynes

won't inherit an empty wine cellar.

Don't think there's a likely

to be a next generation.

Thank you, sir.

This is every call made

from the Russian's phone.

Two mentions of business

with the "White Portuguese" and

it's continuing transmitting black out

data to the personal residence

of Alexandra Luthor.

You think Lex Luthor

is the "White Portuguese"?

I can't see that he needs

the income from imported arms.

Regardless, I'll need to

put a 'leech' in his house,

and I'm going to need the suit.

The Bat interrogated 6 people

and came away with nothing.

It was Bruce Wayne

that got the information.

Well, Bruce Wayne can't

break into Lex Luthor's house.

Bruce Wayne won't have to.

He's been invited.

HA HA HA Joke's on you BATMAN

- That's him right there!

- There he is! Get a shot!

- Bruce, over here!

- Bruce, Bruce.

- Wayne, have a shot.

- Mr. Wayne!

- Right here, one second.

- This way, Mr. Wayne!

Who's that?

You must be new to the

let them eat cake beat.

That is Bruce Wayne.

Philanthropist.

Bibliophile.

True friend of the library of Metropolis.

Mr. Lex Luthor.

Nikki.

You're embarrassing me.

Speech. Speech.

Uh, blah blah blah.

Open bar.

The word Philanthropist,

comes from the Greek.

Meaning a lover of humanity

It was coined about,

2,500 years ago...

Alright, where am I going, Alfred?

Approach the elevator,

to your left.

That where it must be.

It's in the service

corridor in the basement.

Go down the stairs.

Prometheus went with us,

and he ruined Zeus' plan

to destroy man kind

and for that, he was given a thunderbolt.

Chooo!

Hm.

That seems unfair.

On the serious note,

the library of Metropolis...

Down the stairs.

It's the only way in, down the stairs.

But, at one time,

Dad could not either.

No, my father could not

afford the books, so...

He had to root through the garbage

for yesterday's newspaper.

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