Yeah, Doctor Crane, I can't take it anymore. It's all too much. "The walls are closing...

Carmine Falcone: [feigning insanity] Yeah, Doctor Crane, I can't take it anymore. It's all too much. "The walls are closing in." Blah, blah, blah. Couple more days of this food, it'll be true. Dr. Jonathan Crane: What do you want? Carmine Falcone: I want to know how you're gonna convince me to keep my mouth shut. Dr. Jonathan Crane: About what? You don't know anything. Carmine Falcone: I know you don't want the police to take a closer look at the drugs they seized. And I know about your experiments with the inmates of your nuthouse. See, I don't go into business with a guy without finding out his dirty secrets. And those goons you used - I own the muscle in this town. Now, I've been bringing your stuff in for months, so whatever he's planning, it's big, and I want in. Dr. Jonathan Crane: Well, I already know what he'll say: that we should kill you. Carmine Falcone: [chuckling] No, even he can't get me in here. Not in my town. Dr. Jonathan Crane: [sighs, then matter-of-factly] Would you like to see my mask? I use it in my experiments. [takes out the Scarecrow mask] Dr. Jonathan Crane: Now, probably not very frightening to a guy like you, but these crazies, they can't stand it. [he puts it on] Carmine Falcone: So when did the nut take over the nuthouse? [Crane sprays fear gas into Falcone's face; Falcone begins to scream in terror as the gas takes effect: Crane's voice is altered, and the mask appears to move like a real face] The Scarecrow: They scream, and they cry. Much as you're doing now. [Cuts to later outside Falcone's cell. He is still screaming] Dr. Jonathan Crane: Well, he's not faking, not that one. I'll talk to the judge and see if I can get him moved to the secure wing at Arkham. I can't treat him here.