[Harvey Dent] Years. . .
[Bruce Wayne] No, you don't understand. One fundraiser with my pals, you'll never need another cent. (The Chechen walks through a metal detector manned by two chinese.
) (Gotham's most notorious gangsters are sitting around a table. Two burly Chinese carries a TV. ) [Crime Boss] The hell is this.
. . ?
(Lau appears on the TV) [Lau] As you're all aware, one of our deposits was stolen. A relatively small amount: 68 million. [Chechen] Who's stupid enough steal from us?
[Sal Maroni] Two-bit whack-job. . .
wears a cheap purple suit and make-up. He's not the problem- he's a nobody. The problem is.
. . our money being tracked by the cops.
[Lau] Thanks to Mr Maroni's well-placed sources, we know that police have indeed identified our banks using marked bills. . .
and are planning to seize your funds. . .
today- And since the enthusiastic new D. A. has put all my competitors out of business, (Gordon hurries up the steps to a bank.
swat teams rush the various banks. ) I'm your only option. [Sal Maroni] So what do you proposing?
[Lau] Moving all deposits to one secure location. Not a bank. [Gambol] Where then?
[Lau] No one can know but me. If the police were to gain leverage over one of you. .
. everyone's money would be at stake. [Chechen] What stops them getting to you?
[Lau] I go to Hong Kong. Far from Dent's jurisdiction. And the Chinese will not extradite one of their own.
[Sal Maroni] How soon can you move the money? [Lau] I already have. (A chinese man finishes loading a tractor trailer with cash boxes.
The truck pulls out into a convoy. ) For obvious reasons, I couldn't wait for your permission. Rest assure it.
Your money is safe. (Gordon stands in an almost empty bank vault. Furious.
) (From the back of the room comes laughter. It grows and grows, until it fills the room. All eyes turn: The Joker.
) [Joker] And I thought. . .
my jokes were bad. [Gambol] Give me one reason why I shouldn't have my boy here pull your head off. [Joker] How about a magic trick?
(Joker slams a pencil into the table, leaving it upright. ) I'm gonna make this pencil disappear. (Joker grips Gambol's bodyguard's head and slams it, face down, onto the table .
. . ) (The bodyguard slides off of the table.
The pencil is gone. ) Ta da! It's.
. . It's gone.
Oh. And by the way the suit, it wasn't cheap. You ought to know you bought it.
(Gambol gets up) [Chechen] Sit! I want to hear proposition. (Joker points Chechen then look back to Gambol) (Gambol sits back) Let's wind the clocks back a year.
These cops and lawyers wouldn't dare. . .
cross any of you. I mean. .
. What happened? Your.
. . your balls drop off?
Hmm? Yo. .
you see a guy like me. . .
[Gambol] A freak. (Gangsters laughs. Which the Joker tries to ignore.
) Guy like me. . .
Look. Listen. I know why you choose to have your little.
. . (Coughs) group therapy sessions in broad daylight.
I know why you're afraid to go out at night: The Batman. You see Batman has shown Gotham your true colors. .
. unfortunately. Dent, he's just the beginning.
And. . .
and as for the television's so-called plan- Batman has no jurisdiction. He'll find him and make him squeal. I know the squealers when I see them.
. . and.
. . (Points at Lau) (Lau ends his conversation.
) [Chechen] What do you propose? [Joker] It's simple. We kill the Batman.
(Gangsters laughs. ) [Sal Maroni] If it's so simple, why haven't you done it already? [Joker] If you're good at something never do it for free.
[Chechen] How much you want? [Joker] Ahh. .
Half. (Gangsters laughs. The Joker shrugs.
Rises. ) *You're crazy* I'm not. No, I'm not.
If we, don't deal with this. . .
now. Soon little Gamble here won't be able to get a nickel for his grandma. (Gambol slams the table) [Gambol] Enough from the clown!
Ta ta ta ta. . .
Let's not blow. . .
(Joker opens his coat, revealing explosives wired to his chest. Gambol stops. ) *Shit* this out of proportion.
[Gambol] You think you could steal from us and just walk away? [Joker] Yeah. [Gambol] I'm putting the word out- 5 hundred grand for this clown dead.
A million alive, so I can teach him some manners first. (The Joker shrugs. Turns to rest of the gangsters.
) [Joker] Alright. So listen, why didn't you give me a call. .
. when you want to start taking things a little more seriously? Here's my card.
(Joker puts his card on the table) Hh. . .
Hh. . (Gambol stares at the Joker.
) (Joker leaves by kicking the door.