This condition of yours, the laughing...
is it real?
Or it's some sort of clown thing?
My mother... she always tells me to smile and put on a happy face.
She says I was put here to spread joy and laughter.
- One small thing... - And our special guest!
- When you bring me out... - Please, welcome...
Can you introduce me as Joker?
Gotham City... always brings a smile to my face.
What I really want is to make people laugh.
I have to go up onstage
and nobody laughs.
So many faces...
so few smiles.
What in this miserable world is more beautiful
than a nice big smile?
Smile!
That's it! That's what I want to see.
Why so serious?
A nice big smile.
Criminals in this town used to believe on things...
honor,
respect.
Take a look...
What do you believe in, huh?
I've demonstrated there is no difference between me and every one else.
All it takes is one bad day.
We all can go insane with just one bad day.
I believe whatever doesn't kill simply makes you...
stranger.
Jack is dead, my friend.
You can you call me
Joker!
This is me.
For my whole life
I didn't know if I even really existed...
but I do.
And people started to notice.
Today marks a dawning of a new Gotham City.
One where we will all be free.
Gotham is party in my hands.
Time to get this party really starting, huh?
I take what I want when I want.
Where I go, they will follow. What I want, they will provide. And what I want is Gotham City to plunder and to pillage, and that is what they will provide.
Gotham's lost its way.
What kind of coward would do something that cold-blooded, someone who hides behind a mask?
Why are you doing this?
To prove a point.
Cheers to crime.
“I want people to get me.” “This is all for you, Bruce.”
That's why I'm gonna kill everyone in this room.
“You're just crazy.” - You're crazy.
No, I'm not.
Why do you keep insisting I'm insane?
You can see, I'm not crazy.
Normal criminals usually have logical motives.
Here's my card.
But the Joker's insane schemes makes sense to him alone.
Some men aren't looking for anything logical, like money.
They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with.
It's not about money. It's about sending a message.
Some men just wanna watch the world burn.
Imagine this entire country in total chaos!
A land of needless suffering and pain!
To truly build something...
you must first tear down what is already there.
I now do what other people only dream
I make art until someone dies.
I am an artist.
I just wanna paint the town crazy.
I am the world's first fully functioning homicidal artist.
And... here we...
go!
It's time to have some fun.
Everything burns.
Burn it down.
Burn it all down.
Introduce a little anarchy...
upset the established order, and everything becomes chaos.
I'm an agent of chaos.
I'm an agent of chaos!
Oh, and you know the thing about chaos?
It's fair.
Stop laughing, you freak, this isn't funny. We have a whole city on fire cause of what you did.
I know.
Isn't it beautiful?
But all those innocent people...
So joke's on them. Think of it as the ultimate punchline!
Why can't you see the funny side?
The joke's on you.
Why aren’t you laughing?
You will be a curse upon Gotham.
Put on a happy face!
Children will wake from sleep screaming at the thought of you.
Your legacy will be death...
and madness.
What are you laughing at?
What were you trying to prove?
That deep down everyone is as ugly as you?
This city...
just showed you...
that it's full of people...
ready to believe in good.
Until their spirit breaks completely.
I'm more than a man.
I am an idea.
I'm an idea.
A philosophy.
And I will live on in the shadows...
within Gotham’s discontent.