CRANE: Well here we are. Cavalier Shipping Depot.

STRANGER: Excuse me. Can I help you with somethin’?

CRANE: Now I just have to get inside…

STRANGER: Hey. Buddy. What are you doin’ here?

CRANE: Good evening sir! Wonderful night, tonight… moon shining over the Basin.

STRANGER: Yeah yeah, it’s fuckin’ great. Hey, you ain’t s’posed to be here, pal.

CRANE: Well, I need to get to one of those trucks in there, so if you’d hand me the shipping manifest, that’d be much obliged.

STRANGER: Shipping manife-? I ain’t givin’ you shit! Now get the fuck outta here.

CRANE: You really should work on your manners.

(aerosol spritz of toxin)

STRANGER: (coughs) Oh, what was that?

CRANE: What’s wrong? Are you feeling a little… (voice deepens) scared?

STRANGER: (terrified) Don’t do anything –I’ll give you whatever you want.

CRANE: (deep voice) Where is the shipping manifest?

STRANGER: Sure! It’s on the desk! Just take it!

CRANE: (deep voice) Now go. Before you learn what true fear looks like.

STRANGER: (flees)

CRANE: (normal) Shipping, shipping… here we go. Heh. Jonathan Crane, Truck Four. Well, that’s a good sign. Aaaand… here we are. Allyoop! (gets into the truck, closes the door) There’s another recording. Hm. (click)

???: (recording) Well done, Dr. Crane. Edward Nygma lives to see another dawn. Expect the next riddle at 12:01, October 21st. (click)

CRANE: A victory. No strike tonight. I will alert you as soon as the next riddle finds its way into my possession. Well done, everybody.