HARVEY: What the fuck's keepin' him? It's gonna be any minute now. OSWALD: No idea. Hold on - is that him? Sound of running feet. EDWARD appears. OSWALD: What happened to you, dear boy? You look white as a sheet. EDWARD: (out of breath) We have to leave. Now. HARVEY: What the fu - Crackling of the PA system. SCARECROW: Good afternoon, Arkham Asylum. HARVEY: Is that - OSWALD: Quiet. EDWARD: We have to - OSWALD: I said quiet. SCARECROW: This is your friendly neighbourhood Scarecrow speaking over AA Radio. HARVEY: Oh, fuck. SCARECROW: We'll soon be back to playing all your favourite hits. But first, I have a personal dedication for Lyle Bolton: Let's play. How about hide and seek? First one found meets a sticky end. OSWALD: Oh, dear. SCARECROW: As for the rest of you - you best stay out of the way. Scarecrow never forgets a face. Crackling and feedback as the PA shuts off. Pause. Shouting from the distance. BOLTON: So that's his little game, is it? Now hear this! Jonathan Crane has officially become a security risk. Therefore - EDWARD: No, no, no...! BOLTON: CLOSE THE GATES! SHUT IT DOWN! ARKHAM ASYLUM IS ON LOCKDOWN. Alarms sound; gates slam shut. BOLTON: NO ONE GETS IN - NO ONE GETS OUT! GET ME JONATHAN CRANE! HARVEY: What the hell, Nygma? EDWARD: (angry) I TRIED to tell you! And now we're STUCK in here! OSWALD: Do you have something to do with this, Edward? EDWARD: What? Why does everyone blame me?It - well, it seems - Bolton must have killed Ichabod. Jon lost all control; Scarecrow's taken over, and now we're all royally screwed! HARVEY: Fucking Bolton. Piece of worthless shit. Trust him to fuck things up, and then fuck it up some more. OSWALD: We're trapped like rats in here. Well damned if I'm going to sit and wait and see who drops first; we need to formulate a plan of attack. EDWARD: Attack on whom? Bolton, or Crane? OSWALD: Whichever gets in the way. HARVEY: First things first. Whatever we decide to do - you're not comin', Cobblepot. OSWALD: Pardon me? You presume I'd rather sit upon my laurels, do you? That I'd rather be shielded like some gentle Gothamite in distress? HARVEY: It's not that. You're the new mayor of Gotham. We can't have you gettin' hurt or killed in here. EDWARD: He's right, Oswald. You're the one who has to get out of this alive; we need to hide you somewhere. OSWALD: I concede that you have a point. Very well. Suggestions? EDWARD: The guard station over there. You can lock yourself in. HARVEY: There should also be some walkie-talkies in there - this place has no cell reception, but we'll be able to stay in contact that way. OSWALD: Very good - the guards have left to be with Bolton. You were right, Harvey: here are the walkie talkies. I'll keep this one - you take this other one, Edward. Now. You know Crane best - what's going to happen? EDWARD: Nothing good. HARVEY: That's helpful. EDWARD: Shove it. OSWALD: I thought he was on medication? EDWARD: He was. He's supposed to be. It may have been losing its effectiveness. It was this Valentino mess; something about him seemed thinner. His grip was slipping. Scarecrow was too close to the surface. OSWALD: Yeah... That last Bolton incident was mildly sadistic. EDWARD: (humourless laugh) Trust me; it'll only get more sadistic. OSWALD: He should have stayed in the hospital. EDWARD: Yes, he should have - but then if he took care of himself, he wouldn't be Jon. HARVEY: So what are we supposed to do? EDWARD: Stay out of his way. Scarecrow won't stop until he gets to Bolton - and even then there's no guarantee that he'll stop at all. HARVEY: Shit. EDWARD: Yeah. HARVEY: We need to shut down Crane, then. EDWARD: Are you suggesting we kill him? HARVEY: (shrug) Why not? Makes sense. EDWARD: And kill him for what? Mental illness? You truly consider that to be the most logical course of action? How about we take a saw and split you down the middle to cure you? That's logical, isn't it? HARVEY: Calm your shit, it's just an idea. EDWARD: Save the thinking for the more evolved among us, Cro-Magnon Man. OSWALD: Let's set that line of thinking aside for now. Could we perhaps convince Crane to regain control? EDWARD: Not if he doesn't want to be found. He's hiding; it wasn't a hostile takeover. POISON IVY appears. PAMELA: What's going on? EDWARD: Pamela. Out of solitary so soon? PAMELA: Soon as I said I wouldn't squeeze that Boomerang's neck 'til his eyes popped out. Why are we on lockdown? EDWARD: Bolton. Crane. Either, both, take your pick. It's a heavyweight bout, and we're all stuck in the middle. PAMELA: Fabulous. Another bloody pissing contest. Don't you know that lockdown shuts off the allegedly 'non-essential' systems? The fluorescents that keep my plants alive are one of those. We have to get the power back on as soon as possible. HARVEY: There are more important things going on here than your fuckin' plants, Pamela. PAMELA: Not to me, arsehole. Look - the boys need to put the rulers away and get their dicks back in their pants, pronto. So whatever you're doing - I want to help it succeed. HARVEY: What? You're not going to be a part of this. PAMELA: Oh the mean girls won't let me sit with them? Boo hoo - and why the hell not? HARVEY: Uhh... (gestures to his face) Look familiar? You're the bitch who did this to our face. PAMELA: I'd call it an improvement; it brought you out in the open. I did you a favour - you should be thanking me. HARVEY: Oh, we'll thank you, you bet we will. But we're still not fuckin' working with you, you treacherous shiksa. PAMELA: Dearie me. How awful it must be to possess masculinity - it's so fragile and pathetic. EDWARD: Children, please... HARVEY: Shut up, Nygma. Oswald - help us out here. We can't work with her, or we'll strangle her. PAMELA: You lay so much as a fingertip on me and I'll castrate you. Not that anyone would tell the difference; you're a neutered guard dog already. EDWARD: (grinning) Cerberus missing a head. HARVEY snarls. PAMELA: (chuckles) See? HARVEY: Just choose! Or we'll get out our damn coin and do the job ourselves! OSWALD: This... requires consideration.