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Welcome back to Arkham, Doctor Quinzel!
Set Designer and Special Effects
Second Camera Operator and Construction Foreman
Make-up artist
Assistant Director
Set decorator and Location Scouting
Music by:
Graphics
Still photographers
Art Department and Costumes
Executive Producers
Assistants Director and Photography
Screenplay Writer
Film director
Director of Photography
Subtitles and adaptation to the English language
Doctor! The chief director has expressed his uncertainty about your patient being cured with standard psychoanalysis.
I don't think you doubt of your job. But, in one year, you have killed two doctors, three nurses...
And five security guards...
It was truly an honor, for our team, to get this assignement...
And we're proud that your experimental method has received the approval of the scientific community...
But J....
Horace, let us search you.
I'm sorry, guys. New rules from security chief. I have search you.
For me calling your woman partner for you.
Here Monica Cash.
Where are you?
I'm in Doctor Strange's office.
Monica, meet me in the Harriet room.
You know, the boss is really pissed off, especially when his men got killed as birdies...
Not to mention that the accident at Blackgate brought us more prisoners, and security is in real danger here.
And I don't want took about Doctor Crane and your Patient. My friends....
Strangled by the pallid hands of that freak...
With all due respect for your job, doctor...
But sometimes we think that you
want to help these lunatics...
to get away.
We're almost done...
And what's this?
What's this?
Doctor! What are you doing?
You know those are forbidden for him!
But it's just a disease!
I need it for the notes.
Your last colleague had the notes drummed right into his head, literally...
Anyway, I'm done with you.
Cash has come, at last. You need to search the doctor!
Forgive me, Doctor...
Horace! Why are you making me look like a fool?
We got the recorder for the notes!
Monica! Search me. And Frank? Hold my bag.
And what exactly is this? Cleaning the baby?
That would be...
...authorized.
So they have displaced an entire branch for him?
Perfect. Stop here...
I can't understand why do you have to change your clothes right here, Doctor.
Couldn't you come here already disguised like that?
No. The other patients could see me.
And that wouldn't be the best for our masquerade? Oh, apologies...
Absolutely not! Our patient needs to realize that are the others the ones who see me as a doctor and only he can see me as an Arkham's jailbird.
Now, help me dressing up!
So, is he aware that we are lying to him?
What happens Horace? You're worried about me?
I know it's unusual for a physician to say: but the madness is contagious in Gotham.
I studied the Joker's case pretty well.
My degree thesis dealt with him, my entire work is focused on him and Batman.
I believe that he has a bent to convert, to send a message, and I'm letting him do that on me.
Luckly for us he chose me as guard.
So, yes. He is aware of the masquerade... before putting the handcuffs me, Horace.
You need to search the doctor!
Horace! Why are you making me look like a fool?
We got the recorder for the notes!
But he always tried to convert, to proselytize, to make us look on his world.
What difference would make this cure?
The difference, guys, is that he's curing me...
...with our own methods.
Thirty years later... Somewhere in Gotham City
Grandpa said to his nephew:
"Get off that tree!"
Then he started to walk
and become grandpa himself...
Yo
hoy
Yo hoy
Flying there
Good! Good! Good!
The king hasn't yawned
Let the feast of fools
begin!
Round the carousel goes,
on the long slope of nastiness
Round the carousel goes,
on the tepid hills of our lives
Round it goes,
swamping bats and cats
and fools.
Honey,
you bewitched me,
but no tongues,
on our first date.
It's not appropriate.
You know,
you shouldn't wear your hat
Just to put it back for something
you see as stupid.
You shouldn't,
but do it anyway.
You'll do that anyway.
And me,
a viewer
very
very,very,very
bored,
I shall not try
to change
your mind...
I'll just destroy
the one you have.
But it's not an interest
in your business
Or meaning
your business
as my business.
No!
It's just that you are making
this show very badly.
It's annoying.
And, the thing I hate
than dead times
and predictable jokes,
is bad actors.
And you
Yes! You are
terrible actors
unable to get to the surface,
With a role that, by the way,
doesn't belong to you.
I release the lighthouse's pedestal,
falling
on your thoracic,thoracic, spinal back
and that is why
I'm ripping off the stage
killing the stage whisper,
to trade him
for...
a goat!
Oh, but you'd follow his suggestion anyway!
Oh, but you'd follow his suggestion anyway!
Oh, but you'd follow his suggestion anyway!
if the hypotyposis of personal feeling,
postpone the prolegomena of my subconsciousness
was able to restore its subjectivism
to the genesis of coincidences
then I rappresent the autofrasi
symptomatic of contemporary art
that is merely...
the transmigration esoplomaniach ...
What a talent!
How about it?
But I don't care.
I've never cared about that...
I'm riding a wave of enthusiasm!
There were these two guys in a lunatic asylum
and one night they decide they're going to escape.
So they get up onto the roof and there,
just across this narrow gap...
Ah! One of the two clowns knows this one already!
And he liked it.
It's not funny to tell it now.
It could spoil the finale!
And I...
do care
about the Finale...
Who is this cocky man
that tells me what to do or not to do?
Hey, papa.
Did you pay the bill?
Yeah?
That's weird, there were brown-outs!
Here the light is gone!
What do I know, son?
Your mother always turns on that bloody bed warmer!
One day, sooner or later we'll trade she Well cooked!
As Turkey on thanksgiving day
Ah! Hello, there! What do you want?
The ansie?
Who is this cocky man
that tells me
what to do or not to do?
Ah! Right!
You want...
answers, answers, answers,
answers, answers, answers,
And that's all you want
You wonder how,
but not how it began
nor why the reason,
You're qaulified in doubt
you don't stop to not see, to not hear...
And what's twisting up here?
The meaning of life, you seek.
You look for a job, you look for bread, water and ***
You look for God.
Search, search, search
search for eyes that burns in the sun,
And you find nothing.
What to do, next?
Coooooooooooooooooooooooooonceeeeeeeeeeealll
Coooooooooooooooooooooooooonceeeeeeeeeeealll
Let's not dress up for carnival
let's pretend,
Let's create rules in a world of chaos,
Let's find ways to satisfy pipe dreams,
Dangerous flights,
to comfortly get under ground,
crawling like worms that will make a feast with our flesh
If something still remains....
They'll make sandwiches with us.
Let's make a fair game,
where everyone lose,
but not everything,
Personally, I prefer Operation game!
I always make mistakes with my pinces!
Not to mention...
...the scalpel!
But c'mon, dear old Mr. J,
why do you ask us?
Oops answer!
"Who is this cocky man
that tells me what to do or not to do? "
Who is this man?
And I should say:
This brute next to me
I just wanna have fun!
Wanna know the difference between..
the Smurfs and the citizens of Gotham?
The Smurfs live inside cozy mushrooms
while the citizens of Gotham shall die
under a cozy mushroom cloud!
Mamma and Nurse went out one day,
And left Pauline alone at play;
Around the room she gayly sprung,
Clapp'd her hands, and danced, and sung.,
, Now, on the table close at hand,
If you're looking for your savior,
he's in box n°2.
But I would not listen to him too much
he's mad.
Actually, maybe
he's dead too!
do you think I am? Crazy?
You'd turn it off when I was half way across!
It's funny!
Now I shall now show you're the true nature
of this awful city
My nature...
My city...
Mom?
Bruce!
the fault is not...
Mom??
Mom!