just the normal number of bad guys in the building- and they're all city employees. here's a list.
jim, it's over.
but the prosecution's over.
no-one's standing up in front of a judge while judges and police commissioners are getting blown away.
if he's got any sense, dent's halfway to mexico by now. the door bursts open. dent. fire in his eyes.
i'm sorry, barbara. james gordon pushes past his mother to look at stephens. barbara tries to push him back inside.
i'm sorry. barbara stares at stephens. then looks past him.
switch it off- he ain't coming. he doesn't want to talk to us. god help whoever he does want to talk to-
that's nice.
i'm a twenty year man. i can tell the difference between punks who need a little lesson in manners, and the freaks like you who would just enjoy it. and you killed six of my friends.
i know you're going to enjoy this. but i'm going to enjoy it more. stephens punches the joker in the gut.
this is my own damn fault. just shoot him.