You notice I don't ask you about your love life.
My love life is an open book and a short and nasty one. But I'm working on the vic's friend in the phobia support group, and unless she's the killer, I think I'm in there.
You see why I don't ask?
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How long have you been here?
Just last night... and a couple times before. I knew your girlfriend was gone, and I heard that you got sent to guard that loony bin, so I figured better here than sleeping on the street.
Have you seen Barbara?
No. Oh, so things are over between you two, huh? Sure you should be here, then? Maybe you're the one breaking in.
Get your things. I'm taking you someplace safe.
"Someplace safe", like Wayne Manor? That was your last great idea.
So someplace else. You're still the only witness to the Wayne murders.
Hmmm. You haven't talked to Bruce since you got back?
No, why?
Because I told him already. I didn't see anything. I lied. [pause] Sucks about your girlfriend. She's got some really nice stuff.
Can I help you?
I don't think so. Can you?
What do you want?
What I want, the poor have, the rich need, and if you eat it you'll die.
Is this... are you asking me a riddle?
Do you like riddles?
No.
So do you give up?
Friend, lookit...
Nothing. The answer's nothing. The poor have it, the rich need it, and if you eat it you'll die.
Who are you?
Edward Nygma.
I'm not--I'm not even afraid like you.
GCGerald Crane
We're all afraid. Every man and woman on the planet. We're all standing on the abyss, paralyzed by fear.
One day soon, you'll need my help. You'll come to me. And walking with a friend in the dark is better than walking alone in the light.
Three dates, and I still haven't been to your apartment.
Well, what particular room in my apartment are you interested in?
Oh, I don't know. How's the kitchen?
Small.
Living room?
Dark.
What about the bedroom?
The bedroom I think you'd like.
Well, Alfred... we can only stay if you think you can handle it.
If I can handle it? Mate, this place is positively cushy compared to some of the place I've slept at. Cup of tea, you cheeky monkey?
Do you know why you're here?
Did you find out who killed my mother?
You killed your mother, Jerome.
[stunned] Me?
You killed her up on that hill, and Mr. Cicero let you clean up in his trailer. He told you to scratch the Satanist stuff on the hatchet, and throw it off the bridge.
Sir, that's absurd, and offensive.
But it's the truth. [looking at Cicero] What I don't know is why this man risked so much to help you. I think he's your father.
You don't know what you're talking about. My father was a sea captain.
Am I wrong, Mr. Cicero?
PCPaul Cicero
Yes.
He was a sea captain. His name was Sven Carlson, and he died at sea.
What was the name of his ship?
He worked on a lot of different ships.
The one he went down in.
[pause] She never said.
We can do a blood test to prove I'm right. It takes only half an hour to get a foolproof result. Isn't that right, Dr. Thompkins?
That's right.
Save yourself a needle.
PCPaul Cicero
I do hate needles. I'm sorry, Jerome.
What are you talking about?
PCPaul Cicero
He's right. I am your father.
No you're not! Why would you say that?
PCPaul Cicero
You must have suspected the truth.
You're not my father. My mother would never have...
PCPaul Cicero
Your mother was a cruel woman. She was often unkind to me. But she did once love me, in her way. And she loved you very much. That's why she gave you a better father.
[Jerome starts crying; then, suddenly, he begins laughing, and looks at Cicero with a sadistic smile on his face]
My mother was a coldhearted whore who never loved anyone, and she'd never touch a pathetic old creep like you.
PCPaul Cicero
All these years, do you think I was kind to you because I'm such a good man? If I wasn't your father…would I would have helped you as I have after what you did?
[pause] My father. Hmmm, I’ll be damned. That’s very funny. [laughs and makes a rimshot noise] Looks like the bitch got me with the zinger in the end.
Why did you kill your mother, Jerome?
Oh, you know how mothers are. She just... kept... pushing. And I’m like, "Fine, mom, be a whore. Be a drunken whore, even. But don't be a nagging drunken whore" ...you know? "Don't come yell at me to do the dishes, if you've been banging a clown in the next room! [punches the table] You know? [laughs maniacally]
There are plenty of things in this world that can't be explained by rational science.
Yeah, people who enjoy folk dancing, for instance. Doesn't mean ghosts exist.
You say you want a strong woman to share this crazy life you've chosen, but when push comes to shove, you want me to stay home and bake cookies.
Not cookies, necessarily. Pie. Any kind of pie.
Ha, ha!
Wait, back up a little. So you set the snake loose?
Yes, ma'am.
To track down the body?
Yes, ma'am. 'Cause snakes have an excellent sense of smell.
Well, now I know. And your prime suspects are a clown and an acrobat?
Yep.
Ain't this one a doozy?
Hey. Sorry the date went south.
Are you kidding? Best date ever. Who gets to see a circus brawl?
You know, you're turning into quite a beautiful woman.
No, I'm not.
Remove the dirt, that old hood, those ratty clothes…I bet we find a princess underneath.
Perhaps it's not our friends but... our enemies that define us.
RPReggie Payne
The faces. I see them at night... when I'm alone. The faces... the faces of those we killed. Do you?
I don't have to look for them, Reg. They find me.
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