Hlavacek and his lawyer want to talk. That's all they said. As outside the
clouds have made the brownish-grey Gotham sky empty and dreary, inside the
cell Hlavacek stares that blank-eyed straight-on soulless stare. The
lawyer, in his ill-fitting suit, fumbles with a pack of cigarettes,
obviously wanting one but not allowed to smoke it. 

Gordon enters into the room. A guard closes the door behind the
commissioner. Jim looks over to Hlavacek "I'm told you wanted to talk." 

The lawyer snivels out, "Ah, Commissioner, my client is willing to talk
about his full involvement in the Joker gang. Everything, no holding back,
no tricks, no nothing, but he has some conditions. Nothing he says is used
against him: if you want to press charges on the evidence you found in the
sewers and in his apartment, that's fine, but everything he says here is
inadmissible. He..." He looks at Hlavacek, who just stares at him
balefully. The lawyer looks down. "He -wants- to be turned over to the INS
for deportation as soon as possible. The Joker has a long reach, but he
can't reach to Hungary. And of course until he's deported, he wants a
trained doctor on call with the...ah...antidote...to the Jokertoxin, in
the event that some is administered to him." The lawyer looks almost
frightened of Gordon. "Is that okay?'

Gordon gives they lawyer a stern look. He's been pushed around a bit too
much lately, this you can probably tell "You tell your man to talk and
I'll see what I can do. But I am not making any guarentees. Your man will
just have to take my word for it." 

Hlavacek says, before the lawyer can reply, "I want to talk. I want out of
this city after I do. As far from here as I can get. I'll take your word,
since you'll be taking mine. Will you do it?" 

Gordon slides his hands into his pockets "You talk first. If we like what
we hear things will look better for you. If we don't like it.... well
that's a different story." 

Hlavacek smiles mirthlessly. "You won't like it." he says. "I can
-guarantee- you won't like it." 

The lawyer sputters a little, Hlavacek cuts him off with a curt gesture.
"Okay." he says. "We'll start slow and see what the Commissioner thinks." 

Gordon gives Hlavacek a glare, "Listen to your lawyer, he is making sence.
Talk." 

Hlavacek just leans back and says. "Damn idiot, I told him to say that
first." He shakes his head. "Fine. I was laying low on the South End when
I got the call. Don't know how he gets my number, but he always can. He
asks if I've got Prince Albert in a can. I say what's the job. He says
it's an educational job, we're going to be doing TV stations first, then
he'd need me on the Internet job, and he'd need the devices for the last
job." Hlavacek squints. "We were in cells...you only knew what you had to.
That's why nobody knows anything. I didn't know about the candy factory
or the comics...the guys who did the Internet crawling with me didn't know
about the TV stations or nothing else." 

Gordon hms and nods. He already has a notepad out and is transcribing some
of this by hand, even though the conversation is being recorded outside. 

Hlavacek takes a drink of water. "Most of them were going to get paid
after their job...I got paid up front because of my overhead. I made the
devices for the TV station, and laid out the Internet breaks. I didn't
make the jamming devices, though I put a couple of flashers on a few of
them. Then he wanted shaped charges for the 'last job', he said. I asked
him what the last job was, and he said I was a pretty smart guy, I should
figure it out myself. I didn't press him." He leans forward. "Nobody
presses him." 

Gordon raises an eyebrow "I press him Mr. Hlavacek, he just does not like
it... Shaped charges you say?" 

Hlavacek nods. "Yeah." he says. "Two sorts, incindiary and explosive
shaped...like one to toast hallways and the other to bring down a
structure." 

Gordon scribbles something down on his notepad and gives a nod then a
slight "Hrm" After a moments pause he says "And he did not tell you where
he was going to use these devices. Do you remember where you delivered
them?" 

Hlavacek shakes his head. "Pickup." he said. "After the TV job, before the
Internet. No, he didn't say...it would be a small building, maybe three
stories, if he wanted it trashed." The corner of his mouth quirks oddly.
"He -always- wants it trashed." 

Gordon gives Hlavacek another glance, the sarcasm is not apreciated
"So..." he flips over his notes "You helped the Joker build a few of his
bombs, the last of which is supposidly going to be used on the last big
'bang.' But it will most likely be a small building since he wants it
completely distroyed. Is that correct sir?"

Hlavacek nods, the quirk gone from his mouth. "That's right. Now, is that
good enough for the INS? Because I have a lot more details about the rest
of the operation if that's good enough." 

Gordon looks to Hlavacek from behind his glasses "Do you realize how many
three story buildings there are in Gotham City Mr. Hlavacek? If not you
better hope you have more information for me." 

Hlavacek shakes his head. "Not about that. I got details about the rest of
the operation, though. Anything you want to know about the TV station or
the Internet, that's fine. I know how the cells are set up and some of who
is in them. Word gets around. So will you do it?"

Gordon takes a slow calming breath, then gives a small smile and begins
the drill "You just keep talking. I'll tell you when to stop... If you
have other names I want names. If you know more about the TV stations,
maybe where the jamming devices are, or how we can stop them you tell me.
Internet same deal. In other words you tell me everything Mr. Hlavacek. Am
I making my self clear!" He says loudly "Then we can discuss what happens
after, but untill then I don't give a dam. You can rot here and wait for
all I care. So talk."

Hlavacek frowns. "I guess I heard wrong about you." he says. "Well, hell,
why not? We were supposed to keep in contact with a central person, I
don't have a name, it was just an answering machine. It might have even
been the Joker. Calls from pay phones once every day to the number. See,
each cell was told 'wait so many days, then do the deed', and sometimes it
had to be adjusted a little, you know 'we go in the early morning instead
of at night' or something like that. Like I say, I wasn't involved in the
jamming and didn't know it was happening until I tried to watch Archery
For Dollars and every station was dead. The Internet." he smiles. "That
was my baby. You know where the breaks are from the map you found on me.
Nothing to do except get down there and fix them. Though we did get pushed
back a day for some reason. Don't know exactly why."

Gordon writes some things down and nods "Yes we've already looked at that
nice map of yours... this number, what was it?"

Hlavacek pauses. The lawyer just sneers at him. "555....look, this has
-got- to be worth INS. I need to get -out- of this town before he gets to
me." He looks a little unsettled for the first time in this interview. 

Gordon writes down the first three numbers "The /number/ Mr. Hlavacek,
now." He looks to the lawyer then back to his client "As a gesture of good
faith." 

Hlavacek bangs his hand down on the table, flat, WHAM. "What do you think
the rest of this was, just me flapping my gums? This is -it-, this is the
best I've got, I've got more but it's just details, you'll pick up some
people and stop a few jobs but it won't get you any closer to him. This is
-it-, if you take this, I've got -nothing left-." These last two words are
practically shrieked. "So if you're not going to deport me, just -tell-
me!" 

Gordon calmly closes his notepad, and just says "I guess have not learned
anything yet Mr. Hlavacek." He stands up slowly "And if you have nothing
more to tell me I guess I can leave you be. The district attorney will be
in touch." 

Hlavacek slumps in his chair. "If it isn't worth it." he says, the energy
-very suddenly- leaving him, "I guess I'm not worth it either." He looks
extremely depressed...perhaps the sign of a mild manic-depressive case? 

Gordon glances back for a moment, thinking then saying "I'm sure you'd
find more worth at home than here sir, but you're still four numbers
short." 

Hlavacek looks up disconsolately at him. "But you won't...you won't send
me away even if I do tell you." he sighs. 

Gordon looks to the man in front of him "I never said that. And perhaps if
you had been listening earlier you'd remember I said I'd see what I could
do. But I still need that number." 

Hlavacek whines, "But I need..." he stops. "9001." he mumbles. "But
please...I'm begging you, I know I'm nothing to you, but I need your
help..." 

Gordon smiles briefly, reopening his notepad to write down the number
"555-9001... Very good Mr. Hlavacek." He holds up his pad "If this checks
out INS is more than welcome to you." 

Hlavacek nods dumbly. "It will. It will."

Gordon nods to the guard who opens the door for the commissioner. Before
leaving "I'll have another officer in her momentarily. You be sure to tell
them all those other details about those other crimes Mr. Hlavacek." He
then exits.