003 [video]
[The video clicks on cleanly to the view of a man wearing the uniform of the Credintan border patrol. With a call to 'Check this out, guys!', the man pans the view to get a shot of all of his buddies. There are three of the men altogether- one standing behind a military vehicle with a rifle strapped to his back and the other blocking the view of a fourth man, also in some uniform (but of a different color). He appears to be holding the fourth man down against the hood of the humvee.
The one against the hood of the car struggles a little. A couple comments on how cool the PDA is are bantered back and forth. Another struggle. The man against the hood of the car speaks, and his voice is nasal, dry, and pleading with an undertone of annoyance.]
Can I please have that back? A little girl gave it to me for Christmas, and she'd be so sad if I lost it.
[The detainee is slammed against the hood of the car with a 'Shut up, freak!'. He makes an 'oww' noise and then chuckles a little. More toying with the PDA. The man standing on the other side of the humvee looks away from the two for a moment, and there's a sudden blur of movement. The detainee lifts his foot and stomps down, breaking his oppressor's instep. As the man drops, he reaches down and relieves him of the pistol on his belt. Three gunshots follow, and the PDA drops to the ground.
Only a view of the sky. Then the sound of scrabbling feet, of a gun in mid-cock, followed by another gunshot. One of the men screams in pain, and the other begins to laugh maniacally. Something heavy scrabbles along the asphalt, then the PDA is bumped by something heavy. There comes the sound of a struggle, hard to make out above the giggling, and then the sound of a skull being slammed against a car door. A dull, dizzied moan, then footsteps. The PDA is picked up, giving a brief view of an old Nesrecan army uniform before the Joker walks his way back to the side of the humvee.
He reaches out and yanks the man up. The sound of a switchblade being opened is almost covered by his snickering. Blood is running from the patrolman's head, and he is dazed. Looks like a definite concussion. The PDA gets a really good close-up of the man's face as the Joker uses his PDA hand to grasp the patrolman's chin.]
You know... it's not nice to call people names. I mean, just because my face is scarred doesn't mean that I'm a freak.
[A soft, slurred protest. The Joker coos in response, his voice then rising into an angry crescendo.]
Ohhh, no no no, shh, I won't kill you. I don't think. I just... I just wanna tell you how I got these scars...
[A cry of pain as the feed cuts off.]
The one against the hood of the car struggles a little. A couple comments on how cool the PDA is are bantered back and forth. Another struggle. The man against the hood of the car speaks, and his voice is nasal, dry, and pleading with an undertone of annoyance.]
Can I please have that back? A little girl gave it to me for Christmas, and she'd be so sad if I lost it.
[The detainee is slammed against the hood of the car with a 'Shut up, freak!'. He makes an 'oww' noise and then chuckles a little. More toying with the PDA. The man standing on the other side of the humvee looks away from the two for a moment, and there's a sudden blur of movement. The detainee lifts his foot and stomps down, breaking his oppressor's instep. As the man drops, he reaches down and relieves him of the pistol on his belt. Three gunshots follow, and the PDA drops to the ground.
Only a view of the sky. Then the sound of scrabbling feet, of a gun in mid-cock, followed by another gunshot. One of the men screams in pain, and the other begins to laugh maniacally. Something heavy scrabbles along the asphalt, then the PDA is bumped by something heavy. There comes the sound of a struggle, hard to make out above the giggling, and then the sound of a skull being slammed against a car door. A dull, dizzied moan, then footsteps. The PDA is picked up, giving a brief view of an old Nesrecan army uniform before the Joker walks his way back to the side of the humvee.
He reaches out and yanks the man up. The sound of a switchblade being opened is almost covered by his snickering. Blood is running from the patrolman's head, and he is dazed. Looks like a definite concussion. The PDA gets a really good close-up of the man's face as the Joker uses his PDA hand to grasp the patrolman's chin.]
You know... it's not nice to call people names. I mean, just because my face is scarred doesn't mean that I'm a freak.
[A soft, slurred protest. The Joker coos in response, his voice then rising into an angry crescendo.]
Ohhh, no no no, shh, I won't kill you. I don't think. I just... I just wanna tell you how I got these scars...
[A cry of pain as the feed cuts off.]