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Monday, 27 October 2008 • Joker-Dent convo

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The Joker draws closer to Dent’s bed. Dent strains at the leather cuffs binding him to the bed.

Joker:
I don’t want there to be any hard feelings between us, Harvey

The Joker looses Dent’s restraints

Joker:
While you and Rachel were being abducted, I was sitting in Gordon’s cage. I didn’t rig those charges-

Dent:
Your men. Your plan

Joker:
Do I really look like a man with a plan Harvey? I don’t have a plan…

Joker:
The mob has plans, the cops have plans. You know what I am, Harvey?

Dent’s hand is trembling

Joker:
I’m a dog chasing cars, I wouldn’t know what to do with one if I caught it. I just do things. I’m just the wrench in the gears. I hate plans. Yours, theirs, everyone’s. Maroni has plans. Gordon has plans. Schemers trying to control their worlds. I’m not a schemer, I show the schemers how pathetic their attempts to control things really are. So when I say that you and your girlfriend was nothing personal, you know I’m telling the truth…

Hands him the pistol. Dent holds it to Joker’s head

Joker:
It’s the schemers who put you where you are. You were a schemer. You had plans. Look where it got you. I just did what I do best- I took your plan, and I turned it on itself. Look what I’ve done to this city with a few drums of gas and a couple of bullets. Nobody panics when the expected people get killed. Nobody panics when things go according to plan, even if the plan is horrifying. If I tell the press tomorrow a gangbanger will get shot, or a truckload of soldiers will be blown up, nobody panics. Because its all part of the plan. But when I say one little old mayor will die, everybody loses their minds! Introduce a little anarchy, you upset the established order and everything becomes chaos. I’m an agent of chaos. And you know the thing about chaos, Harvey?

Dent looks into Joker’s eyes, finding meaning

Joker:
It’s fair

Dent looks down at coin in his hands. Turns it over, feels it’s comforting weight. Shows the Joker the good side

Dent:
You live.

He turns the coin over. The flip side is deeply scarred

Dent:
You die.

The Joker looks at coin. Looks at Dent, admiringly

The Joker:
Now you’re talking

Dent flicks coin into the air. Catches it. Looks

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