Harvey...
Harvey Dent.
No. Keep away!
Leave me alone!
Where you going, Harvey?
You can't get away from me.
See what I mean?
Stay away! I want no part of you.
No!
Stop it. Stop it, I said!
It's time, Harvey. It's time.
No!
It's time, Harvey. It's time.
Oh, Carlos, it's you.
Are you okay?
Yeah. Must have fallen asleep.
Had a bad dream.
You better wake up.
Gordon called. They started the raid.
Let's go.
This is Police Commissioner Gordon.
We have you surrounded.
Come out with your hands up and no one will get hurt.
Pound tar, Gordon!
Hey, Jim, How's it going?
Could be better.
Sir, the SWAT team is in place.
All right. But wait for my order.
This ought to blow a hole in their barricade.
Help me get it up to the window.
Hey, they're starting to move.
Let them try. There ain't nobody can get in here alive.
Oh, Frankie...
All units stand by.
Get ready...
set...
Hold your fire.
- It's him! - Watch out!
What's going on?
Looks like a case of bat infestation.
- We give up. - Let us out!
Come on, will you?
As district attorney, I'd like to commend...
Commissioner Gordon and his men for their fine work.
And thank you.
Mr. Dent, is it true you planned this raid?
Yes, and I'm glad to say...
that another one of Rupert Thorne's criminal rings has been broken.
As I stated in my re-election campaign...
I will not rest until Gotham City has been de-Thorned once and for all.
You talk big, pretty boy, but you won't be when Thorne gets through with you.
He chews up and spits out creeps like you for breakfast!
All right, that's enough out of you.
Hey!
You little weasel. I'll tear you apart!
Help! Get him off. He's crazy.
- Someone get him off me. - Give me some help here.
- Kick mud in my face, will you? - Help!
Harvey! Get a hold of yourself.
Jim, l... I...
You don't need this kind of publicity.
The guy's a maniac. He's the one who should be going to jail.
What did you think you were doing?
I don't know.
- I guess he just pressed the right button. - That's one heck of a button.
It was another wild night in East Gotham.
Police intercepted an arms shipment which D.A. Harvey Dent...
is trying to connect to Rupert Thorne.
Hey, nice tie, boss.
"Handsome Harvey" earned a new nickname tonight...
"Hothead Harvey," when he attacked a suspect.
Get him off! He's crazy!
My, this guy is crazy.
Yeah, crazy like a fox.
That little tantrum probably bought him another 10,000 votes.
How about we see how far he swims in a cement suit?
And bring the heat down on us even more?
I want this one in my pocket, boys.
We need to dig up some dirt on our dashing D.A.
Something really juicy.
I'm afraid that will be a problem.
Dent's so clean he squeaks.
Just stay on his tail, Candace.
All men have something to hide.
The brighter the picture...
the darker the negative.
If we want a safe city, then we have to come down hard on criminals.
I won't see Gotham...
Bruce, it's so nice of you to sponsor Harvey's fundraiser.
Harvey and I go way back. He's a great D.A. And an even better friend.
Though lately he seems awfully intense.
Is he all right? That incident on Tv...
Campaign pressures get to him sometimes, that's all.
Yeah, I guess so. Lately he doesn't seem himself.
Mr. Dent, I want you to know that I voted for you two times.
Well, ma'am, I trust it was in two separate elections.
Mr. Dent, I have a question.
When are you going to marry that gorgeous fiancée of yours?
Better marry her soon, Harv, or I might steal her away.
You do and I'll prosecute.
Harvey, you better look at this.
The judge threw out the case against Thorne's men.
- But... But why? - The warrant wasn't complete.
He had no choice. He had to let them go.
Had to? But... But...
No!
I spent three months on that raid!
He can't overturn! The fool!
He's been bought. Like all the rest.
Harv, take it easy.
This behavior doesn't go over well with voters.
Let go of me, you rich twit.
Harvey!
Grace. Bruce... I'm sorry.
I don't know what... Excuse me.
I just flew off the handle, that's all.
Don't worry. I've got it under control.
You didn't just lose your temper out there.
- You were like another person. - I said I'm sorry.
- Maybe you should get some help. - He already is.
- Grace! - Darling, Bruce is your friend.
Don't be embarrassed. Many people see psychiatrists.
Not when they're running for office.
You know how some voters feel about shrinks.
I, for one, am proud of you. And relieved.
It takes a strong man to admit he has a problem.
Yeah, just keep it under your hat, okay?
Don't worry. If there's anything I know, it's how to keep a secret.
You are now in a deep sleep. Can you hear me?
Good. Now, Harvey...
I'd like to speak with your other personality.
I would like to talk with Big Bad Harv.
I don't think he wants to talk.
He must if we are to help you. Please try.
- Big Bad Harv? - Speaking.
It appears you and Harvey are having trouble again.
The guy's a wimp.
Well, Harvey has special problems. When he was young...
he felt very guilty about his angry feelings...
so guilty that he hid them deep inside until they became an illness.
You, Big Bad Harv, represent these angry feelings.
Everyone feels anger and it does no harm...
as long as it doesn't result in bad behavior.
Once Harvey understands this...
Then maybe I'll go away, right?
- Well... - I'm going nowhere, missy.
If anyone's leaving, it's Mr. Goody-Good.
And maybe you with him.
Did I do this?
Oh, not you, but your other personality.
It's stronger than I suspected.
I've always been able to repress him before.
I want you to admit yourself...
to the psychiatric ward over at County General for a few days.
No way, doc. I'm trying to get re-elected.
You're also trying to save your sanity.
Isn't there any other way? Please!
Well, if you cut back on campaigning...
and intensified our sessions, we might...
Great. I'll do it.
You just set up the schedule and I'll be here.
Just so long as we keep all of this a secret.
Ladies and gentlemen...
Harvey Dent's receiving a mandate from the people of Gotham City...
in the form of a landslide.
Now, now, let's wait until all the returns are in.
Congratulations, Harv. You're looking calm and collected.
I told you I could handle myself.
I'm in such good spirits, I might announce a wedding date.
Oh, Harvey, do you mean it?
It's part of my acceptance speech.
Sorry, Harv.
Phone call.
Hold those lips. I'll be right back.
- Hello. - Congratulations, Harvey.
This is Thorne. Rupert Thorne.
What do you want, you slime?
Now, now, is that any way to talk to a man who's about to make you a deal?
I'm not interested in your deals, Thorne.
Oh, I think you will be...
unless, of course, you'd rather I speak with Big Bad Harv.
Or perhaps you'd prefer I speak to the press first?
- What do you want? - There's a limo in the alley.
Take it, while you still have a career ahead of you.
Darling, is something wrong?
No. I have to see someone.
- Will you look after our guests? - The returns are coming in.
I won't be long. Thank you, darling.
- Excuse me. - Oh, wait.
Hey, Harv, what's up?
A surprise meeting, that's all.
- Now? With who? - Just mind your own business.
- You're in trouble, aren't you? - You don't know the half of it.
Stealing someone's psychiatric file is pretty low...
even for a swine like you.
But it makes for such fascinating reading.
It says here, "When Harvey was a little boy..."
he was bothered by a bully every day after school...
until one day little Harvey got so mad he slugged him one.
Of course the bully ran away...
which made little Harvey feel proud...
"until he heard the bully was in the hospital."
That was some punch.
That's what Harvey thought.
Except the guy was in the hospital for appendicitis.
"But poor Harvey felt so guilty..."
he never showed his anger again.
"And that was the start of Big Bad Harv."
What do you want?
Just a few favors from the D.A.'s office.
You're dreaming.
Or, as a concerned citizen, I'd be compelled to give this to the press.
The people of Gotham have a right to know the person...
or should I say persons, they've elected.
So, what do you say, Harvey? Do we have a deal?
- There's just one problem. - What's that?
You're talking to the wrong Harvey.
Get off of me!
No, Dent!
Let's get out of here.
Get away from me.
Thorne is mine!
Get them!
- Come on. Get them! - I've got them.
Got you!
Wild!
Give me that file!
- I'll get him. - Look out, Dent.
Harvey!
Harvey...
No!
Doctor, will he be all right?
He'll pull through. He's lucky Batman got him here quickly.
- What about his face? - That's a different matter.
A plastic surgeon should be able to repair the physical scars.
I'm more worried about the mental scars.
Looks like Dent's out of your hair.
I wish I could be sure of that.
You understand, there's going to be scarring...
but I've already scheduled the surgery.
- Give me a mirror. - You should wait until...
I said give me a mirror. Now!
Harvey, what happened?
Harvey.
Goodbye, Grace.