Arthur Fleck: How about another joke, Murray? Murray Franklin: No, I think we’ve had enough of your jokes. Arthur Fleck: What do you get… Murray Franklin: I don’t think so. Arthur Fleck: …when you cross… Murray Franklin: I think we’re done with the show. That’s it. Arthur Fleck: …a mentally ill loner with a society that abandons him and treats him like trash?! Murray Franklin: Call the police, Gene. Call the police. Arthur Fleck: I’ll tell you what you get! You get what you f**king deserve! [suddenly Arthur shoots Murray in the head and the audience start running off in terror]