I want half.

It's about sending a message.

Say it: the message is in the medium. I'm sending a message.

Half the cash burns.

Not just to the Mob. To everyone.

Half the cash burns.

I'm a man of simple tastes. Mr. William D. Wayne liked steel and oil and newspapers. Mr. Bruce 'B' Wayne likes armor and caped crusades. I can do better than that.

I like dynamite, gunpowder and gasoline. I like television. I like Mike Engels.

I like squealers. I like clowns. I like school buses and shotguns.

Burns. Half.

This is my town.

I want half.

They never asked half of what.

They never asked half… of what?

It wasn't hard to find little Lao's secure, undisclosed location. It's not hard to make squealers squeal.

Lao the accountant tries to play the game—he begs. He cries.

He'll give me all the money if I let him go back to China.

He'll give me more money when he gets back to China.

He'll secure my investments because he's good at calculation.

Lao's great-grandfathers were doped with opium while Europeans carved China. Mr. William D. Wayne knows better.

I don't want half the money.

I want HALF.

If you're good at something, never do it for free.

Chechens, Sicilians—sheep and spaghetti.

This is what I call a hostile takeover. This is what I call paradise.

Tell your men they work for me now. This is my town.

They won't work for a freak.

A freak.

They'll work for half. They'll work for my message. It's not about money! It's about sending a message.

Tell your men they work for me now. Tell the world to watch the show. Bring the National Guard and we'll see how loyal a hungry dog really IS!

This is my town!

I

WANT

HALF

They won't work for a freak—I don't need freaks!

I don't need money and your little dogs, I don't need banks and accountants! That's the beauty.

You see—I organized this show. I performed it. It cost nothing, and look at the chaos! All it took was a plan and some timing to bring Gotham to her knees. All it took was a little crime to destroy Mr. William D. Wayne.

The only thing I need is an audience—the sound of laughter. The only person I need is the Bat.

All I want is half.

Why don't we cut you up into little pieces and feed you to your pooches! And then we'll see how loyal a hungry dog really is!

FACE the fact—half of you are monsters and the other half terrified—half stares out from the mirror and half wears a mask—half of you squeal and the other half scream—half Gotham's murder and the other half math—

Half your face is skin and the other half skein—half your face frowns and the other half's maimed—half of you are frauds and the other half fiends —and I

WANT

HALF!

I had a dream.

I had a premonition.

I had a vision.

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.

I had a dream—a premonition.

And it was so boring.

I've had a change of heart.

I've seen the light. I've converted to the terrific arms of the Savior. I'm born again—baptized in the holy waters of Gotham.

I want to share.

We don't want Mr. Reese spoiling everything but why should I have all the fun!

I had a dream, a premonition. I had a vision of a better world, a safer place—a democratic, all-American, entrepreneurial city.

So let's give someone else a chance!

If Coleman Reese isn't dead in sixty minutes—then I blow up a hospital.

Fair's fair.

If Coleman Reese is dead in sixty minutes—then I blow up a hospital.

If Coleman Reese isn't alive in sixty minutes—then I blow up a hospital.

If Coleman Reese is alive in sixty minutes—then I BLOW UP A HOSPITAL!

Fair's fair.

Everything burns. Everything burns.

It doesn't matter what you choose—he'll choose Coleman Reese and won't even think about the hospital.

Which is a shame because—

Harvey Dent's there.

Let's visit.