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COP: Shouldn’t he be shackled or somethin’?

OLDER COP: This your first transfer?

COP: Yeah.

OLDER COP: Well, Dent don’t need shackles; he ain’t runnin’. Not without – this. We don’t shackle Dent, we don’t shackle Tetch, we don’t shackle Nygma –

COP: No?

OLDER COP: He just picks ‘em; makes us cuff him again.

COP: What about uhh… Deathstroke?

OLDER COP: Yeah, he gets the shackles.

COP: Catwoman?

OLDER COP: Two shackles.

COP: JOKER.

OLDER COP: Shackles, jacket, (chorus) and half the GCPD.

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BOLTON: Took you guys long enough; looks like shitty weather’s comin’ huh?

BULLOCK: Rieger. Give Dent’s effects to the Desk Officer.

BOLTON: Dent’s coin, huh? I’ll take that –

BULLOCK: Rieger. The Desk Officer.

BOLTON: What, don’t you trust me? I’m practically a cop!

BULLOCK: (grumbles)

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BOLTON: Then I said, well if it’s your umbrella, how come I’m holdin’ it? (laughs)

BULLOCK: Yeah, ‘s a good one. So, who’s supposed to be signin’ Dent in, we uhh, we
kinda got shit to do.

BOLTON: Ahh… Uh? Uh, it’s Crane. I’ll give ‘im a buzz. (picks up phone, dials, clears throat, whistles)

(phone rings)

BOLTON: (singsong) The Front Desk? Well, you got a date with Dent. (pause) DENT! Sign ‘im in!

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(background arguing) BOLTON: You wanna bring strangers in here, you gotta sign ‘em in.

(background) CRANE: Valentino’s not a patient of Arkham!

(foreground) RIEGER: You think Crane always go off on Bolton like that?

(foreground) BULLOCK: Not that he doesn’t deserve it.

(background) BOLTON: You don’t make the fuckin’ rules, hayseed. You gotta play ball.

(foreground) RIEGER: Did he say Valentino?

(foreground) BULLOCK: Let’s go.

(background) CRANE: You wanna take that tone with me, I’ll to the top –

(background) BOLTON: Yeah whatever, what the fuck ever…