(Gordon is asleep; stirring)

GORDON: Bull? Bull!

BULLOCK: I…

GORDON: Yes?

BULLOCK: I need…

GORDON: You need…

BULLOCK: …a drink.

GORDON: Heh, ladies and gentlemen, Harvey Bullock. Here you go.

BULLOCK: Rrrrgh!

GORDON: Yeah, you’re gonna be a little tender.

BULLOCK: (coughs) Valentino… Did we…

GORDON: We got him.

BULLOCK: No.. no… did WE get him?

GORDON: No. Batman brought him in.

(BULLOCK sighs)

GORDON: I know, Bull. But he’s in custody now. He’s ours now.

BULLOCK: Rieger. Moreno.

(Silence)

BULLOCK: (sigh) Go home, Jim. You look like shit.

GORDON: Heh, look who’s talking. You rest up, Harvey. It’s not the same without you.

BULLOCK: Yeah, yeah. Whoa whoa… leave the flask.

GORDON: Same old Bull.