Places, everyone!
Curtains up in six!
I've got fuses ready. Everything timed. Did you know it takes four minutes to get to Ave. X—or 52nd St., as the case may be—from the MCU? Speeding, obviously.
Everything goes according to plan.
It all depends on timing.
You clowns—Wuertz will bring Harvey-Carvey and you know what to do:
Knock him out, tie him up, send Wuertz on his merry way, and take Dent to Ave. X. Put him in front of the phone.
Don't talk to the little bunny.
X marks the spot!
Fireworks at three—the switching hour.
You clowns—Ramirez is bringing the squeeze.
Don't knock her out. Tie her up, sit her in front of the phone, and tell her a few little facts:
Tell her, Harvey's on the line.
Tell her, only one of them will make it.
Tell her, her friends are going to choose.
Got that?
Three things. That's all.
Don't turn the lights on. Keep her in the dark.
Makes it harder for the Bat to see. If he figures out my game.
You freaks—when you see something happen at the MCU, be ready.
How does joyriding sound? In cop cars.
This is why I like to prepare. You never know when a truck will come in handy.
I didn't know they wanted to use a convoy to transfer Harvey.
Exciting.
So.
Question: How long does it take to transfer Harvey Dent from the MCU to Avenue X?
Answer: Six.
One SWAT van, one GPD van, one helicopter.
I like helicopters.
One garbage truck, one eighteen-wheeler.
The punch line:
One Batmobile.
With a few cop cars added in the mix.
They're putting up roadblocks now.
Hm.
I'll need some roadblocks too.
Call 911—the fire department.
Tell them, the city's burning.
Gotham Fire Department sends a whole truck to rescue a kitty stuck in a tree.
They send up one firefighter on the ladder.
Fluffy's actually a Chihuahua. I did a little surgery to make it more feline. I added a smile and paint, attached some dynamite and collared the bait to the bark.
Little Suzy cried while Mr. Firefighter rescued Fluffy.
A little boom and ta-da!
Mr. Firefighter's got no hands. He's falling off the ladder. Guess he can't fly either.
The others come out to see what's all the commotion.
It's not fair to use guns, so we used axes.
Amazing, what a big red truck can do!
How many firefighters it holds. How much space there is. How fast cars move when the siren's screaming murder.
I like it.
It's got the ladder. And a hose! A long hose. Not useful for tying people up, but we use what we can get.
Our operation's efficient. And resourceful.
See—those fire suits might be useful someday. Uniforms are always useful.
Strip them.
Don't kill them.
Lots of neat tools here. Pike poles, axes, floodlights—oh look—Halligan bars, oxygen tanks—unload it all.
Let's make this a real fire truck.
Ring-ring, ring-ring!
So many phone calls. Chittering and chattering and yeah? Another roadblock on Main and 15th.
Looks like they're taking the obvious route.
Oh—Detective Squealer left a message. Confirmed there's only one SWAT van. Which means they'll put it in front—the vanguard—with the copter in back.
Almost too easy.
Thank Gotham for Batman.
Here's the plan:
Attack sideways.
You two drive the firetruck here and blow it up. We're almost done rigging the explosives.
The firefighters? Keep them in there. Alive.
You—garbage collector—wait for the convoy to come down the Lower Fifth. Then,
BAM!
You see—we've got to get the convoy down because after this exit, there's nothing for several blocks. Plenty of time.
A trap. That's right. Very good. And no air support. Only their lonesome. And maybe the Bat.
You, you and you—you're coming in the truck with me. Yes you, Fatty. What's the matter? Your stomach hurt?
Here.
Eat it. All of it. It'll help.
Goood boy.
Where was I?
Here.
Now, there's lots of possibilities down on the Lower Fifth. But I want Dent to get here, to Parkside Ave.
So. That leaves the helicopter.
And the Bat.
But the helicopter.
I want clowns here, here, here, aaaand here. Go up to—seventh floor should do it. You're going to shoot cables across the street.
That's right. Like a tripwire, for copters. I'll tell you when to lock and load.
Here. Take these walkie-talkies, and I'll give the signal. Take a second cable, if you miss. Can't have that.
So.
Everyone have a job? Everyone knows their parts? Everyone's got enough ammo?
We're putting on the best show in Gotham—a one-night engagement. Let's really wow them.
Everybody clear?
Batman?
He'll come. He's the star of the show.
You two—firetruck's ready. Get going.
You three—your job is to keep me supplied with weapons.
Hang onto the handholds, or you'll splat.
That's the pile. Get some more RPGs. Load it in the truck—securely. Things will get a little bumpy.
You—garbageman.
They'll have a tail of cop cars. Get them all out of the way and keep Dent in place.
Their driver's going to try some moves.
Don't let him.
Keep him on your front and in my sights. The closer the better. I want clear shots of the White Knight.
We'll see what Batman does.
Driver—I'll call you cowboy. I like your hat.
So, cowboy, we're going to this little roadblock they've got set up here. Drive down Exit 26 and wait. When the first cop car passes, hit the gas and keep going.
Yeah. That's the idea. Derail the SWAT van and dump them in the river.
No, no, don't go back. The idea's to be side by side. Against oncoming traffic.
Exactly. I'm going to open the cargo hold and start shooting. You keep driving.
If everything goes according to plan—which it won't—exit at the 71st St. ramp, to Parkside.
What's the plan?
I'm going to pay a little visit to Gotham's finest at the MCU. Rattle their cage.
Without Gordon, things should be more interesting. More raw. Those detectives've had a lot of casualties.
They want blood. They want me.
And don't think I forgot my job. I don't like squealers. We have to collect some debts.
Killing Bats? Killing Harvey?
I don't know what's going to happen to Harvey.
It all depends on the Bat. He doesn't have to be alive to determine the game, but everything'll be funnier if he is.
Don't kill him.
Just have fun.
Wuertz called. Said the convoy's on their way.
Time to play.