JON: The Elliot family crypt. It's a little late for the lights to be on. (opens and closes the door) Stairs. There's always stairs. (hobbles down the steps)

EDWARD: You won't get out of this alive, you know.

JON: Edward.

ELLIOT: That remains to be seen. Now, if you'll excuse me.

JON: (hobbles down to the bottom of the steps, approaches Edward) Psst. Nygma!

EDWARD: What - back for more ridicule, Thomas? ... Jonathan? How did you find me?

JON: I had a little help from your friends.

EDWARD: Friends?

JON: Or, as you so eloquently refer to them: your doting ignorami.

EDWARD: Oh, of course! Well what are you waiting for, come untie me!

JON: (laughs)

EDWARD: And what is so funny?

JON: It's just so obvious now. (draws a gun)

EDWARD: Wait - Jonathan, don't!

JON: (fires, Edward collapses, pause) You just aren't that good, Karlo.

KARLO: Hm. You may be right. The Edward needs work. (transforms into himself) But from the GCPD has been saying, (transforms into Crane) my Crane is a real show stopper.

JON: (lunges at Karlo, they fight) I can't let you outta here, Karlo.

KARLO: And just how could YOU stop me?

JON: (fires three times)

KARLO: Bullets, Jonathan? You need to do better than that.

JON: Oh, these aren't bullets. They're pellets. Of pure, solid-state fear toxin. Too fragile to penetrate human skin, but clay? That's just perfect. Slowly, those pellets will mix with your clay, filling you to the brim with fear.

KARLO: It won't have the chance, you fool. I can separate myself from the pellets with more than enough time to spare.

JON: I figured you might say that. Which is why I brought - this.

KARLO: What's that? More toxin?

JON: Oh, this? No, no, no. This is just a run-of-the-mill - flamethrower.

KARLO: NO!

JON: (torches Karlo)

KARLO: NO! PLEASE! JONATHAN, NOO! AARRGH!

JON: (chuckles as he finishes torching Karlo to a crisp) Enjoy your fear prison, Clayboy. Now where the hell is Elliot hiding? (is knocked out)

ELLIOT: I think he's right behind you, Dr. Crane.