Please, tell me what I'm doing here! Somebody!
Doing? You're doing what any sane man in your appalling circumstances would do... you're going mad!
Please, tell me what I'm doing here! Somebody!
Doing? You're doing what any sane man in your appalling circumstances would do... you're going mad!
Order in the court!
I'll have a ham on rye. [the assembled freaks groan] It doesn't have to be good to be a classic.
I don't know where he is, I swear to God!
Swear to ME!
She'll never walk again. I'm sorry.
Some woman found Miss Gordon, name of Colleen Miles. She found the, uh... victim in a state of undress.
Undress?
They didn't tell you? Pretty sick, ain't it?
Leave us alone for a moment. [Bullock stands and steps outside] Barbara... I don't know if you can hear me.
Batman...? Batman... [Batman leans closer] They took Dad. He... oh, God... I remember!
Barbara, take it easy. It's okay.
No, no, it's not okay! He's taking it to the limit this time. Y-you didn't see his eyes. He said he wanted to... to prove a point! He said Dad was "top of the bill"! What's he gonna do? What's he gonna do to my father?!
I hate this. Whenever we jail him, I pray, "Please, God, just keep him there." And then when he escapes, it's "Please don't let him do something too awful this time." I hate it!
Dad, just once, could you leave your work at the office and RELAX? I made you some cocoa. [sets the tray on the coffee table]
Thanks... but tonight, I could use something a little stiffer.
You know, I found that Catwoman scrapbook you couldn't. It was behind the wardrobe. [pours a glass] You really ought to let me work out a flying system for you, something like we use at the library.
Mm-hmm.... [sets the clipping inside his scrapbook]
Oh, look, you've got paste squiging out. Don't get it on your pants.
Barbara, I swear, you're fussier than your mother was.
That must be Colleen. She's early. We're gonna work out. You'll have to entertain her while I get ready.
Heh, look at this one. The first time they met. [clipping reads "Bat-Garbed Vigilante Critically Injures Murderer; Disfigured Homicidal Maniac in Hospital"] He was just robbing banks then. You remember?
What I remember is you describing his white face and green hair. I was just a kid. Scared the hell out of me.
I thought you'd be interested.
Yeah, well, I had some really interesting nightmares.
Barbara! [Barbara writhes in pain, unable to move]
I wouldn't worry yet if I were you. It's just a psychological manifestation common among librarians. She thinks she's a coffee table edition. Though I can't say much for this volume's condition; I mean, there's a hole in the jacket... and the spine appears to be damaged.
You scum! [grasps his scissors, as if to attack] I'll -- [Joker's men punch him out, and begin to rough him up]
Will you? Refreshing to hear. Not by the book... [walks over to Barbara] Speaking of which, this one won't be walking off the shelf anytime soon. In fact, the idea of her walking anywhere seems remote. [kneels next to Barbara] But then, that's always a problem with softbacks. Oh, God, literary discussions can get so dry, can't they? Finish the Commish, and take him where he needs to be. And please, do be careful - after all, he is topping the bill!
It really is a shame you'll miss your father's debut, Miss Gordon. [reaches down to open her shirt] Sadly, our venue wasn't built with the DISABLED in mind...
Why... are you... doing this?
To prove a point. [raises a glass] Here's to crime.
Let me ask you something: What does it matter if you send me back to the Asylum if it doesn't matter to me? I've proven my point. Gordon's been driven mad. I've demonstrated there's no difference between me and everyone else. All it takes is one bad day. That's how far the world is from where I am, just one bad day. You had a bad day once, am I right? Oh, I know I am. I can tell. You had a bad day, and everything changed.
Dressing up like a flying rat doesn't hide it, it SCREAMS it! [Joker's minions appear in the mirror panels dressed as Batman; Batman punches the mirrors] You had a bad day, and it drove you as crazy as everybody else, only you won't ADMIT it! [a trap door opens under Batman's feet, nearly dropping him into a pit of spikes] You have to keep pretending that this makes sense, that there's some point to all this struggling! You make me wanna puke!
I mean, what IS it with you? What made you what you are? Girlfriend killed by the mob, maybe? Brother carved up by some mugger? Something like that, I know! Because something like that... happened to ME.
Sometimes I remember it one way, sometimes another. If I'm going to have a past, I prefer it to be multiple choice. My point is...
I went crazy. And I'm smart enough to admit it! [tears down a chair bolted to the "ceiling" and smashes it over Batman's head] Why can't you?! [kicks Batman in the face] By clinging to reality, you're denying the reality of the situation! [begins hurling dishes, then cracks Batman in the head with a frying pan] I mean, do you ever think about how many times we've come close to World War III over a flock of geese on a computer screen?! [hits Batman with the frying pan again, then begins kicking him] Silly goose, it's all a joke! Everything anybody's ever valued or struggled for... it's MONSTROUS! Why can't you see the funny side?! WHY AREN'T YOU LAUGHING?!
Because I've heard it before... and it wasn't funny the first time.
God damn it... [throws the gun away] Well, what are you waiting for? Kick the hell out of me, and get your standing ovation! [brief silence; Batman does nothing] Come on!
No. Not this time. I don't want to hurt you. I don't want either of us to end up killing the other. But we're running out of alternatives. Perhaps it all hinges on tonight. I don't know what it was that bent your life out of shape, but maybe, I've been there, too. Maybe we could work together. I could rehabilitate you. You don't need to be alone. We don't have to kill each other. [holds out his hand] Let me help you.
I'm sorry, but... no. No. It's far too late for that. [turns away from Batman...then begins to chuckle as the rain begins to fall] You know, it's funny. This reminds me of a joke. See, there were two guys locked in a lunatic asylum and one night... one night, they decided they didn't like that anymore. They decided to escape. So, they made it up to the roof and there, just across this narrow gap, they see rooftops stretching across town, stretching to FREEDOM. Now, the first guy, he jumps right across, no problem. But his friend, oh-ho, no way, he's afraid of falling. So, the first guy, he has an idea. He says, "Hey! I got this flashlight with me. I'll shine it across the gap between the buildings and you can walk across the beam and join me." But the second guy says, "What do you think I am, crazy? You'll just turn it off when I'm halfway across!" [begins to laugh] Oh, excuse me... [continues laughing; after a moment, Batman slowly smiles and joins him for the laugh]
[Batman and Joker just stand there laughing their heads off, as the camera begins a slow, deliberate pan down to a puddle near the two’s feet, Joker abruptly stops laughing and falls completely silent. Batman, however, does not stop. The screen slowly fades to pitch black, but Batman's unsettling laughter rings out, gradually fading away into the silence as the credits begin to roll.]
Go after him. I want him brought in... and I want it done by the book! BY THE BOOK! You have to! We have to show him our way works!
I'm gonna count to 10. 1... [**** back his fist] 9...
I find the past such a worrying, anxious place. Yes, memory's so treacherous. One moment, you're lost in a carnival of delights: childhood aromas, the flashing neon of puberty, all that sentimental candyfloss. The next, it takes you somewhere you don't want to be. Somewhere dark and cold, filled with the damp, ambiguous shapes of things you'd rather forget. Memories can be vile, repulsive little brutes. Like children, no? [chuckles] But can we live without them? Memories are what our reason is based on. If we deny them, we deny reason itself! Although... what's wrong with that really? It's not like we're contractually tied down to rationality. There is no "sanity clause"! So whenever you find yourself locked onto an unpleasant train of thought, headed for places in your past where the screaming is unavoidable, remember this: there's always MADNESS You can just step outside and close the door on all those dreadful things that happened. You can lock them away... FOREVER.
I spoke with Commissioner Gordon before I came in here. He told me he wanted this done by the book. You know what that means? It means that despite all your sick, cruel, vicious little games, he's as sane as he ever was. So ordinary people don't crack. Maybe... it's just you.
I've been thinking lately about you. You and me. About how this is going to end. About who will end up killing who. Perhaps you'll kill me, perhaps I'll kill you. Perhaps sooner, perhaps later. You know that, don't you? I just... I need to know, for when that time comes... that I've made a genuine attempt to talk things over. To try and avert the inevitable. Just once. [grabs "Joker"'s hand] Listen to me! This is life and death - mine or yours. Our relationship, it's fatal! And I don't want your murder on my-- ["Joker" pulls his hand back, leaving white powder on Batman's glove, and Batman realizes it is a decoy]
Ladies and gentlemen, children of all ages, I give you... the average man!