Tsk tsk.
And to think our tax money goes to pay those jerks.
You!
Ha ha ha ha!
That's right, Artie.
Bring in the press, why don't you? What a photo-op...
The councilman and his wacky pal.
You're no friend of mine.
Oh, Artie, I'm crushed.
How the high and mighty forget.
Don't you remember...
You, me, Sallie, and the gang?
What are you talking about?
I never met them or you.
I worked for Beaumont.
I didn't know what he was doing.
You knew about it afterwards,
and put it to good use, eh?
What do you want?
To find out who's iced the old gang.
Haven't you read the papers? It's Batman!
Nnnnnnnn! Wrong!
It ain't the bat. Nope, nope, nope.
I've seen the guy.
He looks more like the ghost of Christmas future.
Nowhere near as cute as Batboy.
You're saying it's someone else?
Yeah. Someone who wouldn't mind
seeing our old pals out of the way.
Maybe... gulp...
Sob... me, too.
That's when I thought of you, Arturo.
An important, upstanding guy like you
could find it awkward
if certain secrets were revealed about his past.
Now, wait. You're not saying that I...
Mr. Reeves, miss Beaumont on the line.
Beaumont? Not the babe?
Ohh, you devil.
Arthur?
Arthur, are you there?
Shh! Ha ha.
Hello, Andrea. We're... we're still on for lunch, right?
I'm sorry. I... I can't.
I got hung up.
I'll explain everything tonight, O.K.?
Uh, all right.
Uh, I'll... I'll see you then.
Now, ain't that a co-inky-dink?
We're talking about the old man
and the spawn of his loins just happens to call.
Makes you want to laugh, doesn't it, Arthur?
Hee hee hee hee!
Ha ha ha ha ha!
Ah ha ha ha ha!
Oh ha ha ha ha ha!
Ah ha ha ha ha ha!
Good heavens!
Councilman, please, you've got to control yourself.
I'm trying, for God's sake!
- Ha ha ha ha ha! - Here's a relaxant for him.