It all started on the day that I died.
If there had been an obituary...
...it would've described the unremarkable life...
...of an unremarkable woman...
...survived by no one.
But there was no obituary...
...because the day that I died...
... was also the day I started to live.
But that comes later.
This was my life.
Days blended together, consistently ordinary...
... thanks to a job that was the practical version of my passion.
-I'm sorry. -Watch where you're going!
I was supposed to be an artist by now.
Instead...
...I was designing ads for beauty cream.
-You are so addicted to that stuff, SaIIy. -HappiIy.
-Beau-Iine is magic in a bottIe. -I don't know how you get it.
-It's not even in production yet. -We have our ways.
-Hey. -No!
Headaches again. My brain's aII tight and cranky.
In one week, preciseIy, we wiII Iaunch the most exciting. . .
. . .and revoIutionary product to hit the beauty industry since. . .
. . .soap.
Beau-Iine.
Now, Beau-Iine doesn't just hide the effects of aging. . .
. . .it actuaIIy reverses them.
However, with change. . .
. . .must come sacrifice.
My husband. . .
. . .and I have decided that it's time for me to step aside. . .
. . .as the face of Hedare.
It has been a magnificent 1 5 years.
But we have decided to choose a new face to represent Beau-Iine.
ExactIy.
Drina.
The future of Hedare Beauty.
And now, Iadies and gentIemen, I Iook forward. . .
. . .to seeing you at the gaIa, where you can toast to Drina and our success.
CarefuI, George. She's not oId enough to drink.
You've got more taIent than anybody in the buiIding, which I hate you for.
SaI, this is my first Iead campaign. It's gotta be perfect. You know that.
What is wrong with you?!
Good Iuck.
Yeah.
You simpIy couIdn't resist it, couId you?
You had to make a scene out of it, LaureI.
What's the matter, George?
Did I steaI your moment?
Come in!
Hi, Mr. Hedare.
Did you stiII want to see me, or. . .?
-Sit. -Right. Okay.
I'm not pIeased.
This isn't even cIose to what I wanted.
I can't imagine what on earth you were thinking.
I am so sorry--
I mean, Iook at this red. It's aII wrong. I wanted it darker.
-I specificaIIy heard you say-- -I know what I said.
-Okay. Maybe I misunderstood you. -CIearIy.
Mr. Hedare, I know I can fix it.
If you give me a chance, I know I can fix it.
I do not reward incompetence.
I have no idea why I expected your art to show better taste than your wardrobe.
Oh, and do try and get a manicure, wiII you?
Oh, for God's sake, George.
Let her fix it.
She's good and you know it.
Whatever.
By tomorrow night.
Midnight.
Right. Thank you.
Excuse me. Hi!
Do you think you couId just maybe turn the music down. . .
. . .just a IittIe bit?
No? Okay.
Kitty! Kitty.
How'd you get up there? Come down here.
What, are you stuck?
You're gonna make me come out there.
Hey! Easy! HoId on a minute! Wait! Wait! Wait!
Whatever you're thinking or feeIing. . .
. . .it's not worth it, you understand? I'm a cop. Maybe I can heIp.
Okay. I'm fine.
-It's just that-- -Listen to me.
We'II get through this together. What's your name?
Patience PhiIIips.
But this cat. . . .
Sure, sure, Patience, and it's a reaI beauty.
-Very cute. -The cat's not up here anymore.
Okay. And I'm sure that makes you very sad.
-What's your apartment number? -Twenty-three!
HoId on!
Hurry.
I got you.
-You okay? -Thanks.
You sure you're okay?
That was the cat.
You weren't kidding.
You actuaIIy cIimbed out there to rescue your cat?
Yeah. I mean, no. It's not my cat, it's a cat.
To rescue somebody eIse's cat?
WeII, that's something eIse.
Oh, my gosh, I'm Iate for my job!
-I'm on a deadIine today. -Yeah? WeII, good Iuck with that.
Thanks.
Thank you!
After aII, no one can defeat Father Time.
Though you did put up a heII of a fight, didn't you?
Beau-Iine works wonders, doesn't it?
Yes, it does.
I have a busy day today.
Drinks, then dinner. Don't wait up, wiII you, darIing?
I stopped waiting a Iong time ago, George.
Oh, and that Iunch tomorrow?
-CanceI that too, wiII you? -ProbIems?
I doubt it. . .
. . .but SIavicky won't stop caIIing. You know scientists.
They're worse than modeIs. You have to coddIe them aII the time Iike IittIe chiIdren.
I'II have WesIey rescheduIe. Bye.
Hey! Man sandwich, 1 2 o'cIock.
Oh, my God.
HeIIo, Miss PhiIIips.
Hi.
This is the officer I was teIIing you about from earIier.
Detective Lone.
-Tom Lone. -God, that is such a good name.
Tom Lone.
Rhymes with cone, phone, bone.
Not that rhyming's aII that important.
I'II just be in my cubicIe.
AIone.
-Hi. -Hi.
How'd you get. . .?
You dropped something.
You can reaIIy cover a Iot of ground when you're in a hurry.
Thanks.
Is this yours?
Yeah.
-It's nice. -Thanks.
Yeah, it kind of reminds me of earIy ChagaII.
EIegant, but whimsicaI.
Very much in the. . .
-. . .tradition of the oId Dutch Masters. -I'm impressed.
Don't be. I noticed aII the art in your apartment, so I GoogIed it at the office.
-No, but reaIIy, I Iike it. -Thanks.
Listen, I wanted to apoIogize about this morning for thinking you were a jumper.
I was hoping to make it up by taking you to coffee.
I know this great ItaIian pIace around the corner, Grecchio's on 6th.
Or, Iisten, maybe tomorrow's better. Say, 1 :00?
Yes.
-Okay. -Yeah?
Okay. So tomorrow then, 1 :00.
-You make sure she gets there. -Yes, officer.
-Counting on you. -I screw it up. . .
. . .you can throw away the key.
See you tomorrow.
Okay, bye.
Patience.
-That is a man in serious Iike with you. -You think?
-HeIIo. -We got a Iot of work to do.
First, you gotta shave those Iegs.
Second, wear that Ieather outfit we got you for your birthday.
-Remember? -First, it's onIy coffee.
And second, I wiII never, ever, ever wear that Ieather outfit.
Good night!
Hi, this is Patience in the art department.
Yeah, I'm expecting a messenger to come and pick up--
But it's gotta be there by midnight.
WeII, I. . . . I know it's not your fauIt, but. . . .
Okay.
I'II take it myseIf.
HeIIo? Is anybody in there?
Oh, come on, SIavicky.
When did you grow a conscience?
I don't care that the FDA never saw the headaches. . .
. . .and the nausea and the fainting speIIs.
Those are symptoms I can Iive with.
HeIIo?
And with what we stand to make from consumers demanding their fix. . .
. . .I can Iive with it being addictive.
But these side effects from the Iong-term studies. . . .
That won't happen if they keep using it. And we'II make sure they do. . .
. . .because that's where the money comes from.
I'm not sure anymore.
HeIIo? HeIIo?
I thought I couId Iive with it. . .
. . .but I can't Iive with turning peopIe into monsters.
Oh, my gosh!
You've gotta Iet me puII the pIug. We can't Iet this go on the sheIves.
Who's there?
-Armando, come in. -I'm on my way.
You can come out now. It's okay.
We'd just Iike to ask you a few questions.
Sorry.
But I think maybe I'm in the wrong--
-What are you doing? -Don't ever do that again.
Where is she?
She ran down to waste treatment, jumped in a pipe.
We don't know who she is, but we know what she heard.
We can 't risk it. Get rid of her.
SeaI the door.
Patience Phillips, I've never been so proud of you.
You're probably sipping your decaf soy whatever...
...fantasizing about licking the foam off his lips.
Wait, that's what I'm doing. How'd the presentation go?
Did you get me free samples of it? Listen, call me.
What. . .?
Hi, I'II take a decaf Iatte.
Hey, Patience, it's Tom Lone. I'm here at Grecchio's waiting. . .
...and you're not here.
Anyway, I gotta get back to work, so....
Bye.
Okay, kitty. It's time for you to go home.
Now. . . .
-Are you OpheIia Powers? -Yes.
-I got your cat off a Iedge and ever since-- -Why, Midnight.
You've never brought a stranger home before.
PIease, come in.
No, I can't come in. I've got to go to-- I'm Iate.
-Midnight. -I'm sorry?
Her name.
She's an Egyptian Mau, the rarest of breeds. TempIe cats.
It's said that Maus have speciaI powers.
Like popping out of nowhere? I know.
Among other things.
Your cat. . . .
Socrates!
No caffeine.
It makes him irritabIe.
You Iook a IittIe out of sorts yourseIf, my dear.
The cats, perhaps.
They seem to be taking quite an unusuaI shine to you.
This has been a reaIIy bad day for me aIready.
-I can't even remember most of yesterday. -Perhaps I can heIp you.
Right.
This reaIIy isn't your probIem. I don't even know why I'm here.
-It's aII right. TeII me. -ReaIIy. I'm Iate for work.
-I'm sorry. I shouIdn't even. . . . -Come back anytime. I'm aIways here.
Catnip.
No--
I'm fine. I am fine.
What the heII is wrong with you?!
You never deIivered the design!
You don't even know where they are.
You do not know where they are because, and I quote you, you ''cannot remember'' !
Your incompetence is staggering!
Are you even Iistening to me?
I'm sorry!
''Sorry''?
Sorry's not nearIy enough.
Okay.
Then Iet me try the remix.
I'm sorry for every second I wasted. . .
. . .working for an untaIented, unethicaI egomaniac Iike you.
CIean out your cubicIe. You are fired.
Wait! Mr. Hedare!
I didn't mean it.
Did I?
My hero.
Where did that come from?
I don't know, it's Iike I can't describe it.
I was saying it, but I wasn't saying it. Do you understand?
Whoever said it has the thanks of a gratefuI art department.
You don't understand, SaI. I wanted to cause him pain.
I'm sorry.
-What was that? -AIIergies?
Maybe?
You just got fired, remember?
But it's so pretty.
SaI? SaI?
SaIIy?
SaIIy! SaIIy?
Hey.
Ever noticed when they keep you for observation no one reaIIy observes you?
-Did they teII you what was wrong? -Oh, they have no idea.
They did run a miIIion fun tests, though.
Hey, upside, you gotta see my doctor.
I can see you're feeIing better.
Reminds me, what's up with the ''hot yet modest, but who cares. . .
. . .because he's so hot'' detective?
It's not gonna work out, SaI.
Patience, you never think it's gonna work.
Because it doesn't. I've got a good reason for saying it this time. Trust me.
Look, this time I refuse to Iet you sabotage a good thing.
If it's broke, fix it.
AII right? Now, I Iove you, and he is gonna Iove you. Now, go.
Go give him some brown sugar.
I gotta meet my hottie doctor.
TeII me I Iook vuInerabIe.
Being good is something you keep in your heart because you put it there.
I'm not saying it's easy. I'm not saying some peopIe don't choose to be bad.
But I want something different for you. I want something better.
-You understand? -Yeah.
-Can I see your gun? -No.
-You know what makes somebody-- -WiII you shoot it?
No.
I want you to be the good guys, got it?
-Yeah. -Let's go shoot some hoops.
I caIIed the poIice station and they said you might be here.
You never got your coffee.
WeII, you're a brave man to be facing a mob Iike this. No backup?
I'm used to working aIone, most of the time.
-Is that by choice, or-- -Yeah, theirs.
No, I've had partners before.
Turns out I take my job too seriousIy.
You know my friend SaIIy? That's what she says about me.
She says that I'm fun-deficient.
-I don't beIieve that. -That's what she says.
One-on-one?
-Who? Me and her? -Yeah, come on.
You wanna do this?
One-on-one One-on-one
I haven't done that since I was a kid.
Come on.
Can we have our baII back?
You don't seem so fun-deficient to me.
Mr. Hedare wanted me to inform you he'II be at the factory the rest of the day.
If by ''factory'' you mean the Four Seasons. . .
. . .teaching Drina to unIock the minibar. . .
-. . .consider me informed. -He'II be working with--
WesIey, George hasn't said anything meaningfuI to me since he said ''I do. ''
-HeIIo? -You'd think with the advances. . .
. . .in medicine, this pIace wouId have a wet bar.
-Seems Iike you're feeIing better. -Some new medication I can't pronounce.
-So, what's up? -Nothing. Just fixing a IittIe snack.
What I'd Iike to know is did you fix it with the cute cop?
I think I did.
DetaiIs! And make it good, honey.
I'm sitting here in a paper dress, for God's sakes.
AII we did was taIk. And pIay a IittIe one-on-one.
-You know how to pIay basketbaII? -ApparentIy I do.
-I even went Shaquille on his butt. -Patience, have I taught you nothing?
You never beat a guy at sports. It messes them up.
They end up in a men's group, banging on a drum.
It's not Iike I meant to. It just happened.
I'm teIIing you, SaI, something reaIIy, reaIIy weird is happening to me.
-I practicaIIy jumped him. -That's caIIed Iust, sweetheart.
-Animal attraction. -You think?
What if it gets worse?
-I mean, what if the next time-- -Next time? He asked you out again?
-I love this guy. -So do I. But it's me I'm worried about.
-I feIt Iike I couIdn't be myseIf. -WeII, feeI free to be me next time.
-SaIIy-- -I'm teasing. Just be yourseIf.
MyseIf.
Okay.
-I'II try. -Oh, I gotta go.
Future father of my chiIdren's coming. Sweet dreams, honey.
Excuse me. I think I might have a fever.
Hey!
-Shut that off! -Get a Iife!
Yeah, get a Iife, you Ioser!
Sorry, babe. This ain't the sIumber party.
However. . .
. . .in your case, I can make an exception.
I'm fIattered.
But do you think this one time. . .
. . .you couId turn the music down just a IittIe. . .
. . .bit.
TeII you what, why don't I do it myseIf?
Hey! Hey! Listen, you freak--
I'm sorry, what did you say? Is the music stiII too Ioud?
Hey!
You hear that? It's caIIed siIence.
That's aII I ever wanted. Now, keep it down.
Thanks for the party. I had fun.
-Time to accessorize. -My bike!
Amateurs.
You boys thought you couId come in here and steaI aII these beautifuI things?
What a perfect idea.
Meow.
That was one of a kind.
-From Egypt. -That's a heII of a profiIe.
Thieves said she jumps around Iike a cat.
What shouId we caII her? ''Cat Chick''? No, no. ''Cat Broad. ''
What do you got?
Cupcakes.
Midnight.
I knew you'd come back when you were ready.
The goddess Bast.
The Maus are sacred to Bast. They're her messengers.
-You wrote this? -I was a professor for 20 years. . .
. . .untiI I was denied tenure.
MaIe academia.
Bast is a rarity.
A goddess of the moon, and of the sun.
She represents the duaIity in aII women. DociIe, yet aggressive.
Nurturing, yet ferocious.
But what does aII of this have to do with me? I mean--
What happened the other night?
-I don't remember. -Do you want me to teII you?
Yes.
You died.
What?
I didn't die. Look at me, I'm right here.
You died.
-But you were reborn. -Oh, you're crazy.
-You are a crazy cat Iady. -Midnight knew your fate.
That's why she tested you.
To see if you were worthy of a gift she couId give you.
A gift that couId change your Iife. . .
. . .and give you a new one.
You're not aIone, chiId. He's saved others before you. Look.
Catwomen are not contained by the ruIes of society.
You foIIow your own desires.
This is both a bIessing and a curse.
You wiII often be aIone and misunderstood.
But you wiII experience a freedom other women wiII never know.
You are a catwoman. Every sight, every smeII. . .
. . .every sound, incredibIy heightened.
Fierce independence, totaI confidence, inhuman refIexes.
-So I'm not Patience anymore? -You are Patience.
And you are Catwoman.
Accept it, chiId.
You've spent a Iifetime caged.
By accepting who you are, aII of who you are. . .
. . .you can be free.
And freedom is power.
You saved my Iife, Midnight.
But somebody kiIIed me. . .
. . .and I've got to find out who, and why.
You deaIt with SIavicky?
It's done.
Oh, my God. We danced aII night.
-Been here aII night. -AbsoIuteIy.
Keep the change.
-What can I do for you? -White Russian.
No ice, hoId the vodka, hoId the KahIua.
Cream. Straight up.
Looking for something?
The other night you kiIIed somebody. She was a nice girI. Why?
Cat got your tongue?
I don't know. They toId me to fIush the pipes so I fIushed the pipes.
-Why? -I don't know why.
Beau-Iine. There's something wrong with Beau-Iine.
She heard something she wasn't supposed to hear.
And Hedare is covering it up.
I can't Iive with turning peopIe into monsters.
Hey, hey, hey.
Wow!
You Iook amazing.
-Do you Iike it? -Love it.
-Like the hair? -Love the hair.
-Did good? -You did reaI good.
This guy is good for you.
Aren't you gIad I pushed you into it? Props to SaIIy. Let me hear my props.
-Props to SaIIy. -Yeah.
CIothes, and a treat.
So are you gonna be okay, or what?
I do feeI better. That's maybe Iaying off the Cosmos for a coupIe days.
Check this out.
Some chick in a cat suit murdered SIavicky Iast night.
The actions of this lunatic will not keep Beau-line off the shelves.
We will launch next week as planned...
...because we owe it to the women of this country.
-Because-- -PIease. That guy is so fuII of himseIf.
-I'm aImost out. -Let's see.
How Iong have you been having headaches?
-About a month. -Do me a favor.
-Stop using this. -Why?
Because it's making you sick. Trust me.
Thank you, Iieutenant. You're gonna roII with him.
For Tom, from forensics.
Oh, and SIavicky homicide. Maybe you'II want to Iook at that.
Hey, Bob, Iet me ask you a question.
WouId your wife crawI out on the Iedge of a buiIding to rescue a cat?
Maybe, if the cat was carrying a pizza.
WeII, there are simiIarities.
-Shape of the S, harsh stroke of the R's. -Were they written by the same person?
WeII, it's not an exact science.
But this first one. The broad spacing of the Ietters? Indicative of IoneIiness.
And the O reaching out, insecure. Handwriting of a peopIe-pIeaser.
Now, we Iook at the Ioop of the Y.
Very seIf-confident, aImost angry.
And the O, weII, this person doesn't Iike to pIay by the ruIes.
-So they're different peopIe. -Very.
If you put these two women in the same room. . .
. . .you're gonna have one heII of a party.
-You got a big weekend pIanned, Tom? -I do now.
Aren't you supposed to Iet me win?
Not that kind of girI.
-What kind of girI is that? -A Ioser.
Hey, can I ask you a question?
You work for Hedare, right?
Somebody was murdered at his factory the other night.
I'm sorry.
Can you think of anybody who might have a grudge against the company?
Lots of peopIe. George Hedare isn't the nicest guy in the worId, you know.
He fired me.
What? Am I a suspect now, detective?
No.
Looks Iike we'II be up here for a whiIe.
You in a hurry?
Mom!
-Hey! -Don't move!
HoId on tight. I gotta stop this thing.
-Mom! -Frankie.
Mom! Mom!
HeIp, Mom!
Mom!
HeIp, Mom! HeIp! HeIp!
You are one tough IittIe guy, you know that?
-Take it easy, partner. -Bye.
It's over.
WeII, I'm not sure how you did it, but I'm impressed.
WeII, I saw how you did. And so am I.
-You know what? -What?
We shouId ceIebrate. Why don't you Iet me take you to dinner tonight?
I wouId Iove to, but I can't. Not tonight. I've got. . .
. . .some business that I have to take care of.
You picked the wrong house.
You're the cat that kiIIed SIavicky.
You don't beIieve everything you see on TV, do you?
-What do you want? -Your husband. Is he home?
I'm here. Why on earth wouId he be home?
Oh, too bad.
If your husband ever comes home, teII him I know aII about Beau-Iine.
It's disease in a jar. I wouIdn't cauIk a sink with it.
-Come on. I've been using it for years. -It's your funeraI.
Because whoever kiIIed SIavicky did it to keep Beau-Iine's toxic IittIe secret.
Are you suggesting that my husband is a murderer?
I'm suggesting that you teII me where he is.
-So I'II ask him myseIf. -I suppose I shouId be shocked.
Protest his innocence. But the truth is. . .
. . .that man's capabIe of anything.
You wanna find him?
There he is.
-Thanks. -I'd Iike to heIp.
How can I reach you?
I'm not exactIy Iisted.
Take my phone.
CaII the cops. You're not going to beIieve this.
I think this is a totaI waste of time.
-Don't. -What?
Think. Ever.
Consider it a condition of our reIationship.
I Iove this part.
-Who the heII--? -Like my naiIs?
Just got them done.
My bad.
Get your paws off me this instant!
I know about Beau-Iine, and your cover-up.
What?
So did my girI, Patience. That's why you kiIIed her.
-What? I didn't kiII her-- -Too bad your Iast words wiII be a Iie.
Freeze!
Hey!
HoId it right there. Don't you move.
Now, come down from there nice and easy.
Cats come when they feeI Iike it.
Not when they're toId.
I won't teII you again. You turn around. Hands on your head.
You're under arrest.
Gotcha!
-You think this is a game? -Now we're pIaying.
-You're pIaying. I'm at work. -Seems Iike you Iove your job.
-Don't I get din-din first? -I'II feed you in your ceII.
CarefuI. That cabIe hits us, we're both fried.
I knew I feIt a spark between us.
-Not on the first date. -Don't fIatter yourseIf. I'm taken.
Does she know about us?
There's no ''us. ''
Too bad.
It's over.
There she is.
Okay, boys.
Show of hands. Who can see in the dark?
I can.
But this is a disaster! It's a totaI bIoody disaster.
How does she know aII this? Who is she, anyway? And how come--?
It's aII right.
Don't be scared.
Great. You haven't got a cIue, do you? We are in absoIute ruin here. . .
. . .and your briIIiant piece of advice to me is: ''Don't be scared''?
No. My advice to you, George. . .
. . .quit the seIf-tanning.
Stop eating Viagra Iike they're vitamins.
Resist the urge to date chiIdren born the same day they invented the ceII phone.
For once, George, in your miserabIe Iife. . .
. . .be a man!
Terrific.
Beau-Iine works wonders, doesn't it?
Okay, SaI. What do you think?
I don't know. You going to a church or a PIayboy mansion?
WeII, that was heIpfuI.
I'm such a freak.
PIease, I'm a freak Thursday through Sunday, big deaI.
Okay, but what if he doesn't Iike. . .
-. . .the reaI me? -He can't pick and choose, Patience.
If he wants this to work, he's gonna have to Iike aII of you.
-Senora Hedare. Perdon. -Go.
Pretty.
-Thanks. -Oh, you too.
But I was taIking about the fish.
Detective work is Iike dating.
It's aII about the pursuit. But when you catch them--
You Iike your sushi, huh?
That's good.
So teII me about this one. . .
. . .that got away.
Catwoman.
-You heard of her? -Oh, yeah. Hot, bIack Ieather, whip.
She kissed me.
-ReaIIy? -Yeah.
-What do you think about that? -Depends.
-You Iike bad girIs? -OnIy if they Iike me back.
No, Iisten, bad isn't something that does it for me.
Okay, bad, good. Gotta be something in between, right?
Maybe it's a IittIe more compIicated.
-Why don't we taIk about you? -Okay.
-What's it Iike to be an artist? -WeII, I'm not reaIIy an artist.
I mean, yeah, I did go to art schooI. . .
. . .but then I got a reguIar job at an advertising agency. . .
. . .and now I don't reaIIy know what I am anymore.
WeII, I know what you are.
You're different.
You're speciaI.
-And I Iike that about you. -Thanks.
No, it's true.
And I want to know more about you.
You know...
. . .I guess there's a few things I need to expIain.
Like what, your new Iook? Huh?
-Your dunk shot? -No, that's not what I was thinking.
Hey.
You can teII me anything.
I'm. . . .
I hate the rain!
What were you saying?
Nothing important.
Tom?
It's me.
You were right about Beau-line's secrets.
I can 't believe it, but you were right. Beau-line is toxic.
I have proof. We can stop him, but we have to stop him together.
George will be launching Beau-line at a press conference tomorrow.
Beau-line will be on the shelves on Monday.
So, what'd you find?
Enough evidence to put someone away for a Iong, Iong time.
I was everything they wanted me to be.
I was never more beautifuI.
Never more powerfuI.
And then I turned 40 and they threw me away.
It's aII there behind the desk.
How'd I do?
The cIawed-fIesh thing was a IittIe tricky. . .
. . .but I think I puIIed it off.
-You kiIIed him? -No one is gonna stop Beau-Iine. . .
. . .from hitting the sheIves.
Not SIavicky.
Not George. And certainIy not you.
I'm sorry. I'm forgetting my manners.
Can I offer you something?
Can of tuna? Saucer of miIk?
Smoking gun? Which, sweetheart, you just emptied into my husband's chest.
Oh, George!
HeIp, somebody heIp! It's Catwoman! She kiIIed George.
Oh, my God!
Patience.
I'm sorry.
I guess you couId take this right out of my hands if you wanted.
If I wanted.
I'm teIIing you, SIavicky had evidence that Beau-Iine was toxic.
That's why LaureI kiIIed him.
George found out and she kiIIed him too. She was covering it up.
BaIIistics show the same weapon kiIIed both men: the gun in your hand.
-Catwoman's hand. -What's the difference?
-Guess it doesn't matter. -Don't you understand?
AII of the evidence, every singIe piece, it points to you.
There's nothing that shows me anything eIse.
There's me.
You can beIieve me.
Do you remember the first time you saw me?
Yeah.
What did you see?
A girI. . .
. . .rescuing a cat.
No, you didn't.
You saw a crazy person out on a Iedge trying to jump.
And aII the evidence pointed to that, didn't it?
I reaIIy need you to beIieve me.
How can I?
I don't know who you are.
I'm the same girI you were with Iast night.
Take her back.
You be a nice kitty, now.
Look at it this way, Lone.
You may have Iost your woman, but at Ieast you got your man.
Did I?
Yeah.
HeIIo, Midnight.
You've spent a lifetime caged.
By accepting who you are, all of who you are...
... you can be free.
And freedom is power.
It's not just about me anymore, Midnight.
You know. . .
. . .Lassie wouId have brought me a key.
Cross your paws.
-We're gonna shift-change in haIf an hour. -AII right.
-Dave's gonna take over then? -Yeah, as far as I know.
Yeah, right through here, paI.
You'II get to taIk to a Iawyer.
Are you okay?
A girI Iike me Iands on her feet.
Wait! Wait!
My husband dreamed of a worId. . .
. . .where every woman couId be as beautifuI as she wanted to be.
He dedicated his Iife pursuing that dream. As Hedare's new chief executive. . .
. . .I intend to make that dream a reaIity. . .
. . .by proceeding with tomorrow's Iaunch of Beau-Iine.
Thank you!
Thank you so much. I have been dying to get some of this stuff.
My husband wouId have wanted you to have it. He wanted that for everyone.
-Detective Lone. What a surprise. -Yeah?
Everyone, this is the man that brought my husband's kiIIer to justice.
Can I taIk to you, in private?
Come upstairs to my office.
-Number five, ready to go. -Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, go ahead. Right there.
Get a move on. Gotta meet that midnight deIivery.
I saw her standing over him. There were cIaw marks aII over his body.
-But not on SIavicky's. -Because she didn't have the time.
She aIso didn't have a motive.
-I don't know. -What if I toId you I know the truth?
That I know who kiIIed your husband, I know about Beau-Iine.
Why, detective, you make it sound Iike I'm a suspect.
What if I toId you I had evidence?
If you have evidence, then how come I'm not in cuffs?
WeII, you're a smart woman, Mrs. Hedare. BeautifuI. Rich.
I thought maybe we couId work something out.
So this evidence. . . . You'II make it disappear? Pin it on the other girI?
If that's what you want me to do.
And you?
-What do you want? -You just gave me what I want.
You just toId me it was you.
Now, why wouId you beIieve it was me?
Because I finaIIy trusted a friend.
Yeah, weII, your friend just got you kiIIed.
Don't be stupid, LaureI. You don't want to kiII a cop.
I'm a woman, Lone.
I'm used to doing aII kinds of things I don't wanna do.
Give my regards to my husband.
How sweet.
Thanks. Now I can kiII you both.
HoId on, I gotta stop.
How is it?
WeII, there goes my jump shot.
Listen.
I want you to know I'm sorry.
I shouId have trusted you aII aIong.
You're confusing me with somebody eIse.
Come on, Patience.
I'II take this side.
I can't beIieve I ever trusted you.
-You're a fake. -And what are you? A hero?
A thief?
A freak?
If you don't have an identity, why keep it a secret?
Because you kiIIed me.
It was me you fIushed down the pipes.
I'm Patience PhiIIips.
That's who's under there?
-I can't be hurt. -Beau-Iine.
You stop using it and your face disintegrates.
And if you keep using it, skin Iike Iiving marbIe.
And you can't feeI a thing.
You're just a scared IittIe girI pIaying dress-up.
Nobody. Nothing.
Where do you think you're going?
You're gonna Iook Iike a cop-kiIIer.
You wanted to save him. Honey, you couIdn't save yourseIf.
Game over.
Guess what.
It's overtime.
Give me your hand!
HeIp me!
I might not be a hero, but I'm certainIy not a kiIIer.
You know. . .
. . .once LaureI's boys start taIking. . .
. . .we'II be abIe to wrap up these murder cases pretty easy.
And if Patience is back in her ceII by tomorrow morning. . .
. . .it'II be awfuIIy tough to prove that she was Catwoman.
ExactIy.
DeIicious, thank you.
You know, the strawberry was good too.
The day I died was the day I started to live.
In my old life, I longed for someone to see what was special in me.
You did, and for that you'll always be in my heart.
But what I really needed was for me to see it.
And now I do.
You're a good man, Tom.
But you live in a world that has no place for someone like me.
You see, sometimes I'm good. Oh, I'm very good.
But sometimes I'm bad. But only as bad as I wanna be.
Freedom is power.
To live a life untamed and unafraid is the gift that I've been given...
...and so my journey begins.
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