[The jailed Falcone has demanded to speak with Dr. Crane, director of Arkham Asylum.]
Carmine Falcone: Yeah, Dr. Crane, I can't take it anymore. It's all too much. The walls are closing in. Blah, blah, blah. Couple more days of this food, it'll be true.
Dr. Crane: What do you want?
Carmine Falcone: I want to know how you're gonna convince me to keep my mouth shut.
Dr. Crane: About what? You don't know anything.
Carmine Falcone: I know you wouldn't want the police to take a closer look at those drugs they found. And I know about your experiments with the inmates of your nuthouse. See, I don't go into business with a guy without finding out his dirty secrets. And those goons you used, I own the muscle in this town. Now, I've been bringing your stuff in for months, so whatever he's planning, it's big, and I want in.
Dr. Crane: Well, I already know what he'll say, that we should kill you.
Carmine Falcone: Even he can't get me in here. Not in my town.
Dr. Crane: Would you like to see my mask? I use it in my experiments. Probably not very frightening to a guy like you, but these crazies, they can't stand it.
Carmine Falcone: So when did the nut take over the nuthouse?
[Falcone begins to scream as Crane's fear-inducing gas takes effect.]
Dr. Crane: They scream and they cry... much as you're doing now. [Leaving Falcone's cell] Well he's not faking, not this one. I'll talk to the judge and see if I can get him moved to the secure wing at Arkham. I can't treat him here.
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