Henry Polic II: Scarecrow

Fear of Victory

Scarecrow

The Scarecrow: There's enough powder in that helmet to panic a pachyderm! He should be prostrating himself, crying for mercy!
Batman: Change of luck, Scarecrow?
The Scarecrow: You!
Batman: You're aware that gambling is illegal in Gotham?
The Scarecrow: I need the money, Batman. You know the cost of chemicals these days.

The Scarecrow: [Confronting Leon the Bookie's lackey] Lost? You have that bewildered look... but your sort always does.
Leon's Lackey: I ain't lost. I'm looking for you! I wanna know how come you always win, Mr. "Lucky".
The Scarecrow: It's quite simple, actually. I fix the games.
Leon's Lackey: You can't fix all those sports, nobody can.
The Scarecrow: Oh, he of little brain, allow me to illustrate.
[holds up an envelope]
The Scarecrow: Here. You can read, can't you?
Leon's Lackey: [Lackey takes the envelope and reads it] "Boo!" Hey, is this some kinda joke?
The Scarecrow: It's no joke, I assure you. It's the fear of victory, and the agony of...
[Lackey grabs him and reveals his true form]
The Scarecrow: The Scarecrow! So now you understand step one in how to fix an athletic contest. I shall proceed to step two...
Leon's Lackey: No! No! Get away!

The Scarecrow: Now... what guarantee do I have that you won't follow me?
Batman: You have my word, Scarecrow. Just don't drop the vial.
The Scarecrow: Actually, Batman, I'd prefer a little insurance that you'll be otherwise occupied.
[he drops it anyway]

The Scarecrow: [after winning $28,000] It's a pleasure doing business.
Leon the Bookie: You've been winning a lot lately, Mr...?
The Scarecrow: You may call me "Lucky".
Leon the Bookie: Yeah? Well, Lucky, that's what you must be, 'cause I ain't seen you lose. Not even once over the last week.
The Scarecrow: Yes, well, I make my own luck.
[leaves]
Leon the Bookie: [to his lackey] That "Lucky" knows something. I want to know it too. Be persuasive.

The Scarecrow: [after winning $28,000] It's a pleasure doing business.
Leon the Bookie: You've been winning a lot lately, Mr...?
The Scarecrow: You may call me "Lucky".
Leon the Bookie: Yeah? Well, Lucky, that's what you must be, 'cause I ain't seen you lose. Not even once over the last week.
The Scarecrow: Yes, well, I make my own luck.
[leaves]
Leon the Bookie: [to his henchman] That "Lucky" knows something. I want to know it too. Be persuasive.

The Scarecrow: [Confronting Leon the Bookie's henchman] Lost? You have that bewildered look... but your sort always does.
Leon's Henchman: I ain't lost. I'm looking for you! I wanna know how come you always win, Mr. "Lucky".
The Scarecrow: It's quite simple, actually. I fix the games.
Leon's Henchman: You can't fix all those sports, nobody can.
The Scarecrow: Oh, he of little brain, allow me to illustrate.
[holds up an envelope]
The Scarecrow: Here. You can read, can't you?
Leon's Henchman: [the Henchman takes the envelope and reads it] "Boo!" Hey, is this some kinda joke?
The Scarecrow: It's no joke, I assure you. It's the fear of victory, and the agony of...
[the Henchman grabs him and reveals his true form]
The Scarecrow: The Scarecrow! So now you understand step one in how to fix an athletic contest. I shall proceed to step two...
Leon's Henchman: No! No! Get away!