BULLOCK: Yo, Rieger. Bag this, get it outta here.

GORDON: Ah, what a damn mess.

BULLOCK: Runnin’ ballistics. Examiner’s “caught in traffic”.

GORDON: I ordered the signal up.

BULLOCK: Ah, speak of the devil.

GORDON: Clock King. Four shots, all in the chest.

BATMAN: Time of death?

GORDON: We’re waiting on the examiner. You think this was Crane?

BATMAN: Not his MO. Any word on Nygma or Karlo?

GORDON: Nothing yet, but we’re working on it. Did you, uh – oh. (BATMAN is gone) Every time. Uh –son?

RIEGER: Sir?

GORDON: Turn your bodycam off.