[Grissom, in his penthouse, reads a newspaper proclaiming Harvey Dent's plan to target organized crime in Gotham City.]
Carl Grissom:
Say this son of a bitch makes a connection with us and with Axis Chemicals. What kind of damage are we looking at?
Mobster:
If he ties us in with Axis Chemical, we're dead and buried. We should move immediately.
Jack Napier:
[fiddling with a deck of playing cards] I say we break into the place, trash the office, make off with the records, and say it was industrial espionage.
Carl Grissom:
Jack, smart thinking. That's the way to go. In fact, I'd like you to handle this operation personally.
Jack Napier:
[surprised] Me?
[He draws a Joker from the deck and sees Alicia entering the penthouse.]
Carl Grissom:
Hello, sweetheart! I wonder if - if you'd mind waiting in the next room.
[She does so, giving Napier a sultry look that Grissom spots.]
Carl Grissom:
That's all, gentlemen, thank you, thank you, gentlemen, that's all.
[The other mobsters file out, leaving Grissom and Napier alone.]
Jack Napier:
Carl, uh, can we get somebody else to do this? The fumes in that place...
Carl Grissom:
Jack...it's an important job. I need someone I can trust. You are my number-one guy. Now, don't forget... [sprays the deck into Napier's hat] ...your lucky deck.
[Napier leaves, still uneasy.]
Carl Grissom:
[to himself, picking up telephone receiver] My friend, your luck is about to change. [dials number]
Police dispatcher:
Police Department.
Carl Grissom:
Get me Lieutenant Eckhardt.
