(the spilled whiskey is) SMOKING, eating into the wood.
Get a medic!
INT. KITCHEN, WAYNE PENTHOUSE -- EVENING
Dent pulls Rachel into the kitchen, away from the crowd.
You cannot leave me on my own with
The whole mob's after you and you're
worried about these guys?
Compared to this, the mob doesn't
scare me. Although, I will say: them
gunning for you makes you see things
Yeah. It makes you think about what
you couldn't stand losing. And who
you want to spend the rest of your
Rachel looks at Dent. Smiles.
The rest of your life, huh? That's a
pretty big commitment.