Mark Boone Junior credited as playing...
Flass
- Batman: [has laid a snare-trap which yanks Flass by his leg 70 feet into the air] Where were the other drugs going?
- Flass: I never knew. I don't know. I swear to God...
- Batman: Swear to *me*!
- [He rapidly lowers a screaming Flass and then yanks him back up]
- Flass: I don't... I don't know. I never knew. Never. They went to some guy for a couple of days before they went to the dealers.
- Batman: Why?
- Flass: There was something... Something else in the drugs... something hidden.
- Batman: What?
- Flass: I never went to the drop-off point. It was in the Narrows. Cops only go there when they're in force.
- Batman: Do I look like a cop?
- Flass: No...!
- [rapidly lowers Flass once more before dropping him to the ground]
- Jim Gordon: [hearing bat sounds] What is that?
- Batman: Back-up.
- Flass: What the...?
- [bats swarm around Arkham]
- Flass: What are you waiting for?
- Uniformed Policeman #1: Back-up.
- Flass: [Flass looks around - there are at least two dozen uniformed officers around] Back-up?
- Flass: The Batman's in there. SWAT's on the way, but if you want to go in now, I'll be right behind you, sir.
- Uniformed Policeman #1: [pause; to Gordon, shrugging] SWAT's on the way.
- Flass: Word on the street is, you got a beef with somebody in the D.A.'s office.
- Carmine Falcone: Is that right?
- Flass: And that there's a fat prize waiting for anybody willing to do anything about it.
- Carmine Falcone: So, what's your point, Mr. Flass?
- Flass: Have you seen the girl? It's a cute little Assistant D.A. Don't you think that's a little bit too much heat to bring down, maybe? Even for this town?
- Carmine Falcone: Never underestimate Gotham City. People get mugged coming home from work every day of the week. Sometimes... sometimes things just go bad.
- Flass: [taking a bribe] Don't suppose you want a taste? I just keep offering, thinking maybe some day you'll get wise.
- Jim Gordon: There's nothing wise in what you do, Flass.
- Flass: Well, Jimbo, you don't take the taste... makes us guys nervous.
- Jim Gordon: I'm no rat! In a town this bent, who's there to rat to anyway?