Carmine Falcone:
[feigning insanity]
Yeah, Doctor 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. Jonathan Crane:
What do you want?
Carmine Falcone:
I want to know how you're gonna convince me to keep my mouth shut.
Dr. Jonathan Crane:
About what? You don't know anything.
Carmine Falcone:
I know you don't want the police to take a closer look at the drugs they seized. 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. Jonathan Crane:
Well, I already know what he'll say: that we should kill you.
Carmine Falcone:
[chuckling]
No, even he can't get me in here. Not in my town.
Dr. Jonathan Crane:
[sighs, then matter-of-factly]
Would you like to see my mask? I use it in my experiments.
[takes out the Scarecrow mask]
Dr. Jonathan Crane:
Now, probably not very frightening to a guy like you, but these crazies, they can't stand it.
[he puts it on]
Carmine Falcone:
So when did the nut take over the nuthouse?
[Crane sprays fear gas into Falcone's face; Falcone begins to scream in terror as the gas takes effect: Crane's voice is altered, and the mask appears to move like a real face]
The Scarecrow:
They scream, and they cry. Much as you're doing now.
[Cuts to later outside Falcone's cell. He is still screaming]
Dr. Jonathan Crane:
Well, he's not faking, not that 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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