INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - DAY
JOKER: Hi.
The Joker draws closer to Dent's bed. Dent strains at the leather cuffs binding him to the bed.
JOKER: Y'know, I don't want there to be any hard feelings between us, Harvey.
The Joker loosens Dent's restraints.
JOKER: When you and, uh...
HARVEY DENT: RACHEL!
JOKER: ...Rachel were being abducted, I was sitting in Gordon's cage. I didn't rig those charges.
DENT: Your men. Your plan.
JOKER: Do I really look like a guy with a plan?
Dent's hand is trembling.
JOKER: You know what I am? I'm a dog chasing cars. I wouldn't know what to do with one if I caught it!
Y'knnow I just do things.The mob has plans.The cops have plans. Gordon's got plans.Y'know they're schemers. Schemers trying to control their little worlds. I'm not schemer. I try to show the schemers how pathetic their attempts to control things really are.So when I say that you and your girlfriend was nothing personal, you know I'm telling the truth.It's the schemers that put you where you are. You were a schemer, you had plans, and, uh, look where that got you.
I just did what I do best. I took your little plan, and I turned it on itself.Look what I did to this city with a few drums of gas and a couple of bullets, hmm?You know what I noticed? Nobody panics when things go according to plan. Even if the plan is horrifying. If tomorrow I told the press that, like, a gang-banger would get shot, or a truckload of soldiers will be blown up, nobody panics. Because it's all part of the plan. But when I say that one little old mayor will die, well then everybody loses their minds!
Hands him the pistol. Dent holds it to the Joker's head.
JOKER: Introduce a little anarchy.Upset the established order and everything becomes chaos. I'm an agent of chaos.Oh, and you know the thing about chaos?
Dent looks into the Joker's eyes. Finding meaning.
JOKER: It's fair.
Dent looks down at the coin in his hands. Turns it over, feels it's comforting weight. Shows the Joker the good side.
DENT: You live.
He turns the coin over. The flip side is deeply scarred.
DENT: You die.
The Joker looks at the coin. Looks at Dent, admiringly.
JOKER: Now we're talking.