Dr. Jonathan Crane, MD - Entry 017

CRANE: ENTRY 017

JEREMIAH ARKHAM: This has to stop. There’s too much going on! No. No, I don’t want that. But he’s too close! 

CRANE: Closer than you think.

ARKHAM: Dr. Crane! (drops phone into its cradle) 

CRANE: Dr. Arkham.

ARKHAM: Uh, I – uh, didn’t expect to see you – 

CRANE: Alive? 

ARKHAM: Well, no – no, on the grounds. It’s not safe here.

CRANE: It’s not safe anywhere, Jeremiah. Now why don’t you tell me who was on that little ol’ phone, there?

ARKHAM: Oh, uh, no one of consequence.

CRANE: You REALLY don’t wanna push my buttons today, Jeremiah. A man, when pushed to his limit, is capable of unspeakable things.

ARKHAM: What are going to do? 

CRANE: On a good day, I would breathe fear into you. But this is a bad, bad day. (cocks a gun)

ARKHAM: Oh, God.

CRANE: Start talking. 

ARKHAM: He – he needed names. Profiles.

CRANE: Whose profiles?

ARKHAM: Inmates. Patients. He’s – looking for something, he won’t say what! He said he needed thinkers, brilliance. 

CRANE: Why would you agree to that?

ARKHAM: He knew about our work. Our – research. He threatened to expose us. He knew you’ve been testing your toxins on inmates. I had to give him what he wanted. I had to give him – everyone. 

CRANE: Jeremiah Arkham, what did you do?

ARKHAM: I gave him every profile I could think of. Tockman. Kinger. Brown. Nygma. Brilliant minds – the brilliant, and well, the fearless.

CRANE: You didn’t.

ARKHAM: I’m sorry, Jonathan.

CRANE: Who’s pullin’ the strings, Arkham?

ARKHAM: I can’t say! Too much is at stake!

CRANE: Jeremiah, I will kill you where you stand if you don’t – (machine gun fire) Son of a bitch!

ARKHAM: Oh, I’ve been shot!

CRANE: Dammit! Put your hand here! And – here. Keep pressure on and you’ll be fine. Did you see who it was?

ARKHAM: It was – it was you!

CRANE: Clayface. We need to get out of here. 

ARKHAM: The alarm will have notified the police. Here. Take the next riddle. Escape out the rear sewer. I’m – I’m sorry, Jonathan.

CRANE: This isn’t over, Jeremiah. When this is through, you and I are gonna dance. 

The Eighth Riddle:

"Heart of a feather?

I'll be the judge.

Held by the blind,

she can't hold a grudge."