January 4th, Gotham. New York's Dirty Secret. Is this my sentence? Life, past the gates of Hell.

I've made my mistakes sir, but I've always been an honest man. I'm just looking for a chance to prove myself, Sir.

Dodging the Porsche gives me enough adrenaline to make it Upstate. The bruises are starting to form, and I think one of my ribs is broken. I see Wilson step out, coherent and sound. Of course he's the first out, he doesn't want to keep his wife waiting and he's still gotta say hi to his mistress. Twenty minutes later, Stansen stumbles out, hunched over like he lost his life savings. Then comes Renny, I let em both go home. Finally, Flass. He staggers to his station wagon and gets in, only takes him two tries. I hear the engine start, and watch him flatten the mailbox before he remembers to flick on the lights.