ROGUES: Best Served Cold - Episode 09 (Patreon)

NORA'S HEALTH: 100%

[SCRIPT]

BRAINIAC: WHAT IS YOUR ANSWER.

EDWARD: Simple. The answer is Hector.

BRAINIAC: ANSWER IS… CORRECT.

EDWARD: Child’s play. Kelvin - enter code: Fries Delta 1-9-6-9.

KELVIN: CODE ACCEPTED. BEGINNING SECOND PHASE.

EDWARD: (beep of transmitter) Victor - come in.

VICTOR: Victor here.

EDWARD: (over radio) Just letting you know that I’m brilliant - second phase has begun. What are things looking like on your end?

VICTOR: Cold.

EDWARD: Are you not thrilled?

VICTOR: More concerned.

EDWARD: About what?

VICTOR: Temperature is reading at -67 degrees Fahrenheit and falling.

EDWARD: The coldest temperature ever recorded was -128 degrees Fahrenheit.

VICTOR: Volstok Station. I am aware. Something is not right here.

EDWARD: Aside from the giant portal to the arctic floating above Gotham?

VICTOR: I do not think it is the arctic. Scans are showing an unusually high amount of nitrogen and methane in the snow.

EDWARD: Then where do you think it is coming from?

VICTOR: There is no planet I know of that has snow containing nitrogen and methane, combined with an atmosphere similar to that of Earth.

EDWARD: Well. Shit.

VICTOR: Quite. I have reached city hall; update me as necessary.

EDWARD: 10-4. Riddler out.

LEONARD: My, my, Victor. Cutting it awfully fine, aren’t we?

VICTOR: I have never been in any haste to speak with you, Leonard. I do not see why that should change simply because Gotham is on the brink of an icy death.

LEONARD: Cold as ever, Victor.

VICTOR: Like a corpse in the snow.

VICTOR: A promise.

BULLET RICOCHET.

LEONARD: Dirty pool, Victor! I told you to come alone!

A BULLET PINGS OFF VICTOR’S SUIT.

VICTOR: Egh! Why would I bring backup to fire at me?

A CAR SWERVES IN.

OSWALD: Harvey, I saw someone on top of City Hall. If they show their face - shoot it off.

HARVEY COCKS HIS GUN.

HARVEY: Our pleasure.

OSWALD: Victor! What the bloody hell are you playing at?

VICTOR: Oswald.

OSWALD: Oswald? OSWALD?! That’s MAYOR COBBLEPOT to you, you absolute lunatic! What have you done to my city?!

VICTOR: I have done nothing.

OSWALD: The city grows colder by the minute, and I am to believe that Mr. Freeze is not personally responsible for this? Do I look like a fool to you?

VICTOR: It’s Coleridge. Leonard Coleridge.

OSWALD: Gyagh! I’ve enough lunatics to prepare for in this accursed city without accounting for the likes of Captain Fucking Cold! Is that who’s atop my City Hall?

VICTOR: Yes.

OSWALD: What the hell does he want?

VICTOR: Me.

OSWALD: Collaboration?

VICTOR: Retribution.

OSWALD: Well, I do hate to come between feuding parties, but I’ve got the national guard on the line with a clear line of sight, so if it’s all the same to you, I’m going to kill the bastard.

VICTOR: As much as it pains me to say so, you cannot kill him.

OSWALD: I am Oswald Friedrich Johann von Cobblepot - and I can do whatever I like.

VICTOR: If he dies, that portal will never close. I fear not even you could intimidate it shut.

OSWALD: Hmm. No, I am inclined to agree. End this, Victor, and let this become a jovial memory we speak of over brandy.

VICTOR: Cognac or Armagnac?

OSWALD: At this point, I’d drink a bloody Hennessy. Harvey! We’re leaving.

HARVEY: B..but no one’s been shot yet.

OSWALD: I’ll explain in the car. Now let’s go, before my balls freeze off.

THEY GET IN THE CAR AND LEAVE.

VICTOR: Leonard. Show yourself.

LEONARD: Called your friends off, have you?

VICTOR: You’ll wish I hadn’t. They would have given you a quick death.

LEONARD: Oh ho ho ho, and what will you give me?

VICTOR: An agonising return to your girlfriend’s frigid embrace.

LEONARD: HYAGH!

LEONARD FIRES AT VICTOR.

CUT TO EDWARD.

EDWARD: Alright, Brainiac - that’s one. What else have you got for me?

BRAINIAC: [ERROR. ERROR. CANNOT RESTORE TEXT.]

EDWARD: And the time starts… now. Hmm.