- I'm sorry about Rachel.
Doctor says you're in agonizing pain, but
won't accept medication.
That you're refusing to...
accept skin graphs.
- You remember that name
you all had for me
when I was at Internal Affairs?
What was it, Gordon?
- Harvey...
- Say it.
SAY IT!
- Two-Face. Harvey Two-Face.
- Why should I hide
who I am?
- I— I know you tried to warn me.
I'm sorry.
Weurtz picked you up.
Was he working for them?
You know who picked up Rachel?
Harvey, I need to know
which of my men I can trust.
- Why would you listen to me now?
- I'm sorry, Harvey.
- No.
No, you're not.
Not yet.
- It's crazy. It's... too much.
- You should have thought of that
before you let the clown out of the box.
- You want him?
I can tell you where he'll be this afternoon.
- No so crazy as you look!
- I told you, I'm a man of my word.
Where's the Italian?
- All tactical units will converge
on the location in 20 minutes.
I want auxiliary units to cover
all possible getaway routes.
- Wait, Joker-man.
What you do with all your money?
- You see I'm a guy of simple taste.
I enjoy, uh, dynamite
and gunpowder
and gasoline!
- What is—
- Uh tut-tut.
And you know the thing they have in common?
They're cheap.
- I wanna know how much they're paying you
to say who Batman really is.
- This is our chance!
I want Lau alive. The Joker, either way.
- Hey, Jim! Get a load of this.
- Let's take the next caller.
- Harvey Dent didn't wanna
give in to this maniac
You think you know better than him?
REESE I think that... if we could talk
to Dent today he may feel different, and—
- And we wish him a speedy recovery.
Because God knows we need him now.
- You said you were a man of your word.
- Aw, I am.
I'm only burning my half.
[dogs bark]
All you care about is money.
This town deserves a better class of criminal.
And I'm gonna give it to them.
Tell your men they work for me now.
This is my city.
- They won't work for a freak.
- Freak?
Why don't we cut you up into little pieces
and feed you to your pooches? Hmm?
And then we'll see how loyal
a hungry dog really is.
[dogs bark]
It's not about money...
It's about sending a message.
[phone beeps]
Everything burns.
- Who is this?
- I had a vision of a world without Batman.
The mob ground out a little profit
and the police tried to shut them down
one block at a time.
And it was so...
boring.
I've had a change of heart.
I don't want Mr. Reese spoiling everything
but why should I have all the fun?
Let's give someone else a chance!
If Coleman Reese isn't dead in 60 minutes
then I blow up a hospital.
- I want you to call in every officer.
Have them head to their nearest hospital
and start evac and search!
Call the transport authorities,
school boards, prisons.
Get every available bus down to a hospital!
The priority is Gotham General.
Wheel everybody out of that place right now!
You, you, come with me.
- Where are we going, sir?
- To get Reese.