[Mitch] Okay, let's go.
[Mary] You'll be all right.
[Audible amazement and applause]
Ohh!
[Audio feedback]
[mic] *Laadiiiies and Gentlemeeeen*!
At this time, the new management of the Circus Internacional
invites you to forget this good, clean, wholesome, all-American fun,
and join us in a celebration of absolute chaos and true... jesterrrs!
Ha! Bring it on!
Bring it on! Nooow!
Tonight, a new act for your personal amazement. We call it:
"Massacre Under The Big Top"!
If we may now direct your attention to the middle of the center ring...
Inside this harmless-looking orb
are two - that's *two* - hundred sticks of TNT,
and in our innocent hand, a rrradio detonator.
- What the hell do you want, Harvey? - Want, Mr Mayor?
One simple thing - Batman. Bruised, broken, bleeding;
in a word: *DEAD*!
Haa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Batman.
[Two-Face, mic] Who do we have before us?
Gotham's finest... well-to-do... and influential.
Surely one of you knows who Batman is?
Hell, odds are one of you pasty-faced twits is Batman!
[Screaming in audience] You have... two minutes!
[Beeping countdown]
Harvey!
I'm Batman!
Bruce!
We could stop 'em. Mitch, go out on the rigging.
- Be careful, please. - Don't worry, Mom.
Go to work, boys! Ha-ha!
HA! Our kinda day! Yeh-ha-ha!
[Grunting]
[Mary] Reach for it! Stop it!
Oh my God!
(Gasp)