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Çäåñü âû ìîæåòå íàéòè ñöåíàðèé ê ôèëüìó: Áýòìåí íàâñåãäà/ Batman Forever. Áýòìåí íàâñåãäà/ Batman Forever 1 EXT. ARKHAM ASYLUM - NIGHT 1 A castle of shadow. (OVER) RAIN, HOWLING evil wind. Sudden lightning CRACKS, illuminates the aged structure, the hanging metal sign. 2 INT. ASYLUM CORRIDORS - NIGHT 2 DR. BURTON, the Chief Psychiatrist moves down the old hallway, face tense. He steps through a doorway into... 3 INT. MAXIMUM SECURITY - NIGHT 3 Security cells. Criminal maniacs sealed behind protective casings. A GUARD stands before a heavy door. GUARD Hell of a night, huh Doc? BURTON Hell's in here. Hydraulics HISS. The cell door unseals. 4 INT. SECURE ISOLATION CELL 4 Small. Walls, ceiling, floor, padded. A single window casts the room in pallid moonlight. A figure sits in shadow, bound by the wraps and ties of a straight jacket, gaze fixed out the window. Lightning flashes, brightening the room. THUNDER CRACKS. DR. BURTON Mr. Dent... No answer. Burton steps closer. DR. BURTON Counselor... Still nothing. Another step. DR. BURTON Harvey.... Burton reaches towards the figure. DR. BURTON Harvey are you alright... Burton touches his shoulder. Lightning flashes as... THE BODY WHIPS around. An orderly, gagged, sits bound to the chair with bedsheets. The sheets around the chair have been rigged. Now they yank him up so he spins frantically from the ceiling fan. Lightning flashes again, illuminating a madman's scrawled writing on the wall. WRITING - CLOSE. "The Bat Must Die!" THUNDER 5 EXT. GOTHAM CITY SKYLINE - SUNSET - FALL 5 Gothic towers of granite and glass shimmer golden in the late day sun. 6 MOVE IN towards the city as an executive helicopter 6 CROSSES FRAME. Through the window BRUCE WAYNE, still handsome but a few lines starting to show, sits watching a seatback video screen. 7 CONTINUE In over Gotham Harbor towards the skyline as 7 (OVER) A NEWSCASTER talks. NEWSCASTER ...And in Gotham City, ex-District Attorney Harvey Dent escaped from Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane. 8 CLOSER on a single building, its power generated by a 8 small but mighty dam below. A glowing sign reads Wayne Enterprises. NEWSCASTER (OVER) Dent, once Gotham's leading contender for Mayor, was horribly scarred during an indictment hearing over a year ago. HOLD on a single window. MOVE IN 9 INT. BRUCE WAYNE'S OFFICE 9 Elegant. Oak. A wall monitor runs the same newscast. 10 INSERT SCREEN 10 Dent questions a crime boss on the stand. A thug throws a vial of acid toward Harvey, searing half his face. NEWSCASTER (OVER) Dent, whose left-brain was damaged during the assault, launched a grizzly crime spree before being captured by The Batman. He is extremely dangerous. Repeat.... 11 WIDER 11 Bruce Wayne ENTERS, his Armani suit the only thing fresh about him, followed by a sudden stream of EXECUTIVES, SECRETARIES, ASSISTANTS and GOTHAM SOCIETY MATRONS. EXECUTIVE The solar generator tests are back. BRUCE Uh... great, could you wait a second... ASSISTANT The Mayor's office called again - SOCIETY MATRON Who are you asking to the circus - SECRETARY Five minutes to your inspection - BRUCE Stop! Everybody freezes. BRUCE Okay, I want you all to just stand here for fifteen seconds, okay? Fifteen, everybody got it? Folks nod. BRUCE Good. Nobody move, now. And with that, Bruce turns and walks out. BRUCE (to himself) I gotta give myself a raise... 12 INT. WAYNE ENTERPRISES - ELECTRONICS DIVISION - TWILIGHT 12 Endless work-spaces stretching into infinity. Bruce, a Junior Exec ENTOURAGE trailing, tours an assembly line where robotic arms weld laser tools. FRED STICKLEY, a fuss-budget plant manager, leads. STICKLEY Your weekly inspections are a departmental highlight. BRUCE Really? (a warm smile) You all need to get out more. 13 CRANE UP high over the factory floor, across acres of 13 assembly lines and work stations. ANGLE DOWN on 14 INT. EDWARD NYGMA'S WORK STATION (CONTINUOUS) 14 A clutter of computer parts. Paperwork everywhere. Rubik's cubes, games, dozens of puzzle books all boasting the green suited caricature of "The Guesser". 15 MONITOR-CLOSE. A crossword puzzle. Features reflect over the acrostic. The two images resolve into one; the face itself is a puzzle. 16 REVERSE ANGLE 16 EDWARD NYGMA, awkward, brilliant and feverishly anxious stares up at the screen, TALKING to himself. EDWARD We'll probably go to the house for dinner. Yes. Yes. Maybe he'll throw a little party in my honor. Suddenly Edward BANGS his head against the desk-top. Hard. A brief window on the inner Edward, all insecurity and self loathing. EDWARD Idiot! Should have rented a tuxedo. (suddenly calm) Relax. I'm sure Wayne manor has extra. After all, we're almost the same size. 17 The opposing wall is a shrine to Bruce Wayne: newspaper 17 headlines, a GQ cover, magazine photos. 18 Approaching COMMOTION. 18 EDWARD Oh my God. It's him. 19 INT. WAYNE ENTERPRISES - BREAK AREA 19 Workers greet the boss. Bruce is friendly, welcoming, Edward appears on the edge of the group. Stickley spots Edward. A cloud crosses his face. STICKLEY Well, Mr. Wayne, on to R&D? Stickley rests his hand on Wayne's elbow. Begins to steer him away. Not in time. Edward steps forward. A man so uncomfortable, his very skin seems to be a costume. He marches right up to Wayne, takes his hand, fawning, the burning eyes of a sycophant. BRUCE Mr...? EDWARD Bruce Wayne. In the flesh. BRUCE (easy going) Um...I'm pretty sure I'm Bruce Wayne. And you are? EDWARD Nygma. Edward Nygma. You hired me. Personally. Just like I tell everyone. (sotto voce) Well, we've never actually met, but your name was on the hire slip. He still hasn't let go of Bruce's hand. BRUCE I'm gonna need that hand back, Ed. EDWARD What? Ah yes. Of course. I'm sorry. It's just that...you're my idol. (off Stickley) And some people have been trying to keep us apart. BRUCE Mr. Nygma, you'll forgive me for being rude. But what exactly is on your mind? EDWARD Precisely. What's on all our minds? Brainwaves. The future of Wayne Enterprises is Brainwaves! It's hard to imagine anyone more awkward. The effect is painful. Folks stare, mouths wide. STICKLEY (sotto voce) I really do apologize, Mr. Wayne. His project was terminated this morning... EDWARD (ignoring Stickley) Let me ask you something, Bruce. What is man's greatest tool? A few of the WOMEN SNICKER. For a second, Edward's face twitches, a crack in the facade. EDWARD Man's greatest tool is...The mind. 20 Edward gestures to his cubicle. A rat's nest cluttered 20 with components of his Rube Goldberg-like invention. 21 EDWARD 21 Voila. While holographically enhancing any TV picture, my invention connects directly to the viewer's brain, puts the audience inside the show. Think of the entertainment problems we can solve. STICKLEY I can think of a couple problems that need solving right here. A few more folks CHUCKLE. Edward looks around. Another ripple of anxiety, another quick recovery. EDWARD Why be brutalized by an uncaring world? My RES Box will give Joe Q Public a realm where he is king. (sultry) Not that someone like you would need it. Someone so intelligent. Witty. Charming. But for the lonely, the... STICKLEY Paranoid? The psychotic? EDWARD (didn't miss it) ...The Box can change their lives. (looking around) Our stock coupons will spike. Edward turns, actually CLAPS Stickley on the back. EDWARD Hell. Might even bring old Stickley here a few extra bucks. Huh, Fred? STICKLEY Fred? Bruce takes off his glasses, rubs his eyes in vague disbelief, cleans the lenses. EDWARD Wayne Enterprises will spearhead an entertainment revolution. Edward removes his glasses, cleans them in exactly the same manner as Bruce. EDWARD I just need a bit of additional funding. For human trials. Let me show you.... Bruce seems about to speak when suddenly - 22 THE BATSIGNAL 22 beams bright against the night clouds over Gotham City. 23 BRUCE 23 (time to move) Maybe some other time.. EDWARD I want you to know, we'll be full partners in this, Bruce. (waxing rhapsodic) What talks we'll have, late into the night. Now, I'm not used to business travel, so go easy on me. As for recognition, I'm sure after a time I'll get used to it. (a beat) Look at us. Two of a kind. Edward is suddenly aware of dozens of co-workers all around him, SNICKERING and WHISPERING. EDWARD Bruce...? Bruce's eyes dart again toward the Batsignal. BRUCE Call my secretary, she'll set something up. (turning) Factory looks great, folks. Keep up the good work. EDWARD (desperate) Wait. You can't go. BRUCE We'll talk some other - EDWARD (sudden rage) No. Don't leave me! My invention! I need you! Edward has grabbed Bruce's arm. The room goes dead quiet. Bruce's eyes narrow. Then he dislodges gently. BRUCE I'm sorry, Edward. Just feels a bit like mind manipulation. It raises too many question marks. Bruce heads off. STICKLEY Alright everyone, back to work. (to Edward) We'll discuss this later. Edward stares after Bruce. EDWARD You were supposed to understand. HOLD on this tiny man, all alone in the labyrinthine work-place, eyes darkening now with growing obsession. EDWARD I'll make you understand. 24 INT. BRUCE WAYNE's PRIVATE OFFICE 24 Bruce ENTERS. BRUCE Lock. 25 THE DOOR - CLOSE. LOCKS. Bruce falls into a leather chair. 25 BRUCE Capsule. 26 Suddenly the chair seat drops, fast, sliding into a 26 transport capsule. 27 INT. TRANSPORT TUNNEL 27 The capsule shoots through the underground tunnel, lights WHIPPING past at near super-sonic speed. 28 INT. CAPSULE 28 Speed and time readouts appear on the windscreen beside the craggy face of ALFRED PENNYWORTH. BRUCE Alfred... 29 ALFRED 29 I saw the signal, is. All is ready. 30 INT. BAT CAVE - COSTUME VAULT 30 Alfred watches the capsule arrive. 31 QUICK CUTS of glove, boot, and cape being donned. 31 32 INT. BATCAVE 32 FOLLOW Batman's feet as he steps up to the Batmobile. ALFRED I suppose I couldn't convince you to take along a sandwich. Batman jumps into the Batmobile. BRUCE (to Alfred) I'll get drive-thru. (to the car) Go... 33 The car shoots a whitish-blue light from under it's 33 belly. Hub Caps and detailing glow as The Batmobile zooms out of the cave. 34 INT. CAVE ACCESS TUBE 34 The car SHOOTS through a series of underground arches. The car picks up speed, the blue-white fusion drive going blue, then purple, then red. The single bat wing splits into two as the car becomes a stealth bullet. 35 EXT. WAYNE ESTATE - NIGHT 35 The dark car WHIPS through a holograph of trees that masks the entrance to the Batcave, SCREECHING onto... 36 EXT. FOREST ROADS - NIGHT 36 The car speeds towards Gotham. 37 ANGLE OUTSIDE THE WINDOW ON 37 The Batsignal, cutting the darkness. PULL BACK TO REVEAL 38 INT. SECOND BANK OF GOTHAM - 22ND FLOOR - NIGHT 38 A worried THUG peers at the Batsignal out the skyscraper window. Across a narrow abyss stands a skyscraper under construction, all girders and scaffolding. 39 In f.g., a spinning silver dollar flips up into frame, 39 blocking out the Batsignal. THUG 1 Bat should show any minute, Face. A HAND catches the coin, flips it again. 40 WIDER 40 Witness the rakishly handsome profile of HARVEY TWO-FACE DENT, the other side of his face hidden in shadow. TWO-FACE You. Sport. Any thoughts? Counting on Batass to rescue you? PULL BACK TO REVEAL A SECURITY GUARD, laying on the floor, wrists and feet bound, trembling with fear. TWO-FACE _We_ sure are. GUARD ...You gonna kill me? TWO-FACE Might. Might not. Could say we're of two minds on the subject. GUARD I got family. ...Please. TWO-FACE What say we flip for it? Two-ace shoves the silver dollar under the Guard's nose. One side shines in mint condition. TWO-FACE What could be fairer than the random toss of an honest coin? Life... The other side bears deep, disfiguring burns. TWO-FACE ...or death. GUARD Please. I swear I won't say noth- TWO-FACE The coin _wants_ to decide. 41 Two-Face flips. The coin spins, gleaming, lands on the 41 floor only inches from the Guard's face. 42 Two-Face STOMPS the coin. Winks at the sweating Guard. 42 TWO-FACE Exhilarating, isn't it? The suspense? Sudden death or a new lease on life? Really makes a man live in the moment. Two-Face removes his foot. Unblemished side up. TWO-FACE You're in luck. You get to live to whimper another day. The Guard SOBS with relief. Harvey's Thugs GRUMBLE. Two-Face folds his jacket into a pillow, places it under the Guard's head, now the nicest crook in the world. TWO-FACE That floor has got to be very hard. Is that better? GUARD Uh, yeah. Thanks, Mr..uh...Face. TWO-FACE Just call us Harvey. Can we get you a sandwich? A soft drink? Given all the trouble we caused you, how about we cut you in for a share of tonight's haul? THUG 2 Face! For cryin' out loud! You're not gonna pay him-- Two-Face turns on Thug 2 with a vengeance, shooting out a hand that pins the fellow's throat to the wall. TWO-FACE Did we ask your opinion? The coin has rendered its verdict. This man has a family to take care of. You have a problem with that? We now see for the first time the LEFT HALF OF HIS FACE: hideously repulsive, an acid eaten mutilation of flesh. THUG 2 Oh no, Face. Anything you say. 43 EXT. PAN-ASIA TOWN - STREET - NIGHT 43 Sweeping spots. Swat teams. Police wagons. 44 COMMISIONER GORDON, 50s, a man who's seen enough pain 44 for a lifetime, stands in his trademark trenchcoat, lighting a cigarette. Beside him stands a beautiful, professionally dressed young woman. DR. CHASE MERIDIAN. 45 HIGH ABOVE 45 The Batmobile SCREECHES to a stop on a pedestrian bridge. 46 THE BATSIGNAL is suddenly obscured, flows for a moment 46 into the shape of Batman's cape as the Dark Knight leaps 47 down past the spotlight, lands face to face with Chase. 47 CHASE Hot entrance. Batman turns, all business as he speaks to Gordon. BATMAN Two-Face? GORDON Two guards dead. He's holding the third hostage. Didn't see this one coming. CHASE We should have, though. The men turn to face her. CHASE _Two_ million dollars waiting to be transferred from the _Second_ Bank of Gotham on the _22nd_ How could Harvey? _Two_-Face resist? BATMAN And you are? GORDON Batman, I'd like you to meet-- CHASE (offering her hand) Chase Meridian GORDON I asked Dr. Meridian to come to Gotham to consult on this case. She specializes... BATMAN ...dual personalities. Abnormal psychology. Washington's poster child for the criminally insane. I read your work. CHASE I'm flattered. Not every girl makes a super-hero's night table. You might have some interesting insights into Two-Face. BATMAN Why's that? CHASE Let's just say I could write a hell of a paper on a grown man who dresses like a flying rodent. BATMAN Bats aren't rodents, Dr. Meridian. CHASE I didn't know that. See? You _are_ interesting. And call me Chase. By the way, do you have a first name? Or do I just call you bats? GORDON May I remind you two we have a psychopathic murderer on the loose here? A titanic BOOM rocks the night. 48 SEARCHLIGHTS race up the skeletal skyscraper to REVEAL.. 48 A giant CRANE and WRECKING BALL. The wrecking ball SMASHES again into the bank building. 49 INT. BANK OF GOTHAM - NIGHT 49 The already crumbling wall behind Two Face EXPLODES. Two- Face checks his watch, unfazed, as the giant wrecking ball CRASHES into the room within inches of the villain. TWO-FACE Right on schedule. Two-Face's men scramble to the hole, attach chains to... 50 EXT. CONSTRUCTION SITE - NIGHT (CONTINUOUS) 50 ...an even thicker chain dangling 30 stories from the roof of the construction site. FOLLOW THE CHAIN UP as it yanks tight, revealing... A BLACKHAWK HELICOPTER already atop the construction site, perched on steel beams. REVVING its mighty rotors. 51 A giant winch aboard the Blackhawk starts to haul the 51 safe chain over pulleys up into a cargo hatch. 52 INT. - SECOND BANK OF GOTHAM. 22ND FLOOR, NIGHT 52 Thug 1 stares out the window. THUG 1 The Bat's taking the bait! What now? 53 Harvey flips the coin. 53 54 FOLLOW THE COIN as Two-Face snatches it from mid-air, 54 slaps it on his wrist. Bad side up. 55 ANGLE ON - Two-Face's left side. Scarred, gloating evil. 55 TWO-FACE At last, The Bat dies! The chains suddenly yank the safe towards the hole in the wall. Thug 2 gestures to the Guard on the floor. THUG 2 What about him? TWO-FACE Kill him too. Thug 2, grinning, draws a GUN from his waistband. GUARD Wait! You said you'd let me go! TWO-FACE Never heard of a double-cross? 56 A DING from the elevators. 56 The Thugs and Harvey all whirl, machine guns coming up, open FIRE, armor piercing bullets punching holes in the metal doors, shredding anyone inside. THE GUARD lays bound on the floor. Suddenly a clamp-ended bat-cable drops from above. With a tiny CLICK, the smart- clamp hooks onto the Guard's wrist bindings. 57 ELEVATORS 57 HARVEY AND THUGS empty magazines. Re-load. TWO-FACE Come on in, the water's fine. All stand watching as the now perforated elevator doors slide, jerking, open to reveal...an empty elevator. The skylight overhead EXPLODES and, in a rain of glass, Batman drops to the floor on a Batrope. 58 THE GUARD is apparently attached to the Batrope's other 58 end because, as the Caped Crusader comes down, the Guard shoots up, hoisted fast to the safe rooftop above. 59 FIRE DOORS 59 BLOW open. Two SWAT teams burst in, armed for bear. SWAT LEADER Police! Freeze! TWO-FACE Not the guest list we had in mind. Boys, the party's over. Two-Face drops a SMOKE GRENADE. Then he leaps directly out the hole in the wall. His Thugs take off after him. 60 EXT. CONSTRUCTION SITE - NIGHT (CONTINUOUS) 60 The Thugs come leaping through the hole, using the now rising safe as a springboard to close the windy gap, roll to safety on the construction site next door. They scatter, begin scaling various beams and girders. 61 INT. BANK 61 Swat Teams race through the smoke in close pursuit, come up short at the edge of the urban precipice. The safe has risen too high, now, to serve as a springboard, so the cops drop, begin FIRING across the gap. Suddenly... A DARK WING explodes out of the smoke behind them, flying across the abyss. 62 INT. CONSTRUCTION SIGHT 62 A Thug fires at the figure hurling towards him. Batman lands on the Thug's chest, smashing him to the floor. Suddenly, from above, BULLETS CRACK off the girders beside the Caped Crusader's head. 63 REVERSE ANGLE 63 TWO-FACE glides upward, riding the wrecking ball as it overtakes the safe, shooting down at Batman. 64 BATMAN starts scaling the scaffolding after Two-Face. 64 He's climbing fast but Harvey has too great a lead. 65 BATMAN - POV. A motorized gantry is carrying one of the 65 Thugs up to the roof. 66 Batman FIRES a Batarang. The bat-shaped clamp bites into 66 the wooden base of the rising gantry. He toggles the launcher into winch mode, is hoisted fast towards the rising gantry above. 67 ON THE GANTRY 67 The riding Thug leans down, sees the rising shadow, grabs the Batrope in both hands and flips over the gantry. 68 ON THE BATROPE 68 The Thug slides fast down to kicking range, draws back his boot to dispatch Batman. Batman hits a switch on his launcher, increasing the winch speed, shooting him higher, faster. He grabs the Thug's foot in his hand, shoves him up so his head CRACKS against the bottom of the gantry. Batman swings the unconscious Thug onto a hanging construction hook, leaving him dangling in mid-air by his nose ring, hoists himself up onto... 69 THE GANTRY 69 From the scaffolding above, a Thug drops to one end of the gantry, nun-chucks spinning madly. Behind Batman, another Thug drops INTO FRAME, drawing a machine pistol. Batman reaches forward, grabs the Thug's spinning nun- chuck, stunning his face with the wooden sticks. In a single move, Batman spins and lets the weapon fly into the pistoled assailant, knocking him flat. 70 BATMAN - POV. Two-Face has reached the chopper. 70 71 INT. HELICOPTER - NIGHT 71 Two-Face climbs into the chopper's cargo bay. TWO-FACE (to the pilot) Let's fly. 72 EXT. GANTRY - NIGHT 72 Batman sees the helicopter start to rise, pulling the safe overhead along with it. 73 Batman jumps, drops through the abyss between the two 73 buildings, landing on... 74 A HIGH TENSION WIRE - CLOSE. The wire bends like a bow, 74 shooting Batman like an arrow straight into the air. 75 Batman grabs the rising chain, slides down it's links so 75 he is standing atop the safe. 76 He FIRES a Batarang into the bank wall, making an anchor, 76 attaches the Bat-cable to the hitch atop the safe. 77 INT. HELICOPTER - NIGHT 77 The chopper is straining against Batman's bank-embedded tether. Two-Face looks down in fury. TWO-FACE The man is taking his job _much too seriously_. 78 EXT. TOP OF SAFE - NIGHT 78 Batman palms a compartment on his utility belt and a small delivery mechanism SNAPS a tiny acetylene torch into his gloved hand. A BLUE FLAME ignites. Batman starts to cut the chains. 79 EXT. CONSTRUCTION SITE - NIGHT 79 Batman's torch slices the last link. Batman reaches up and grabs the winch chain, is jerked suddenly upward with the now un-tethered chopper as... 80 THE SAFE 80 now freed, swings like a pendulum on it's anchor line, arcing straight for the hole in the bank wall from which it was originally drawn. 81 INT. BANK BUILDING 81 The safe comes flying through the hole, sliding across the floor and SLAMMING back into place before the bewildered faces of the SWAT team. 82 INT. HELICOPTER - NIGHT 82 Two-Face stares out the side of the chopper. TWO-FACE That was our money. Two-Face grabs the controls from the pilot. TWO-FACE He wants to play. Fine, let's play. 83 Two-Face pulls back on the throttle, the chopper shooting 83 straight up into the sky like a rocket. 84 EXT. GOTHAM SKY - NIGHT 84 Batman hangs from the chain, trailing the chopper, a wing of shadowy quicksilver disappearing into the night. 85 EXT. ARKHAM SQUARE - NIGHT - ESTABLISHING 85 Gotham's Times Square. Tall. Narrow. The crawl of bumper- to-bumper traffic. Glutted with neon signs and giant animated billboards. 86 The helicopter ROARS into view. BATMAN hangs on for dear 86 life as the city rushes past. 87 A SERIES OF SHOTS as street folks look up in wonder. 87 88 SIGN - CLOSE. For Ginsu Knives. A couple of giant hands 88 make fast work of a steak on a smoking barbecue. The chopper swings Batman _through_ the ad, falling blades just missing him, dragging him through the thick smoke. The chopper swings across the square, heading for... 89 ANOTHER SIGN - CLOSE. This time a tremendous set of 89 clacking teeth turn yellow to white each time the cap lifts off of a giant tube of toothpaste. 90 The chopper barrels straight for the opening mouth. 90 At the last moment the chopper banks, whipping the dangling Batman inside the mouth. 91 The mouth closes on the Caped Crusader. 91 92 The chopper pulls away, the chain pulling like floss 92 through the closed teeth. 93 INT. MOUTH 93 Batman, still clutching the chain, is flying towards the barricade of closed teeth. 94 EXT. ARKHAM SQUARE - MOUTH SIGN 94 Batman SMASHES through the two front teeth. 95 BATMAN - CLOSE. His face suddenly bathed in an ever 95 brightening yellow glow. 96 INT. CHOPPER 96 TWO-FACE'S POV - THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD Dead ahead, another sign. This one is essentially a giant neon sun, the Wayne Tech logo burning bright yellows and reds over the message Solar: The Power of the Future. 97 Harvey GUNS the chopper's engines. 97 PILOT Face!!! 98 EXT. GOTHAM SKY 98 The chopper BLOWS straight through the nova, neon EXPLODING like stars in all directions. 99 INT. HELICOPTER 99 As the Pilot, in the b.g. regains control of the chopper, Harvey walks to the hold, looks down through the hatch at the dangling chain below. No Batman. TWO-FACE Ah, to finally be rid of that pointy eared, steroid eating, rubber suited, cross dressing, night rat... 100 THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD 100 a familiar blue cape falls down over the plexi-glass. PILOT Uh...boss.... Harvey spins, draws his machine pistol. PILOT No! Too late. Harvey SPRAYS wildly, blowing holes in the windshield and Pilot as well. 101 EXT. HELICOPTER 101 The cape slips off the windscreen 102 INT. HELICOPTER 102 The chopper dives. Two-Face staggers towards the pilot's chair. He rests free the corpse, regains control. A FIST SMASHES through the side window into Harvey's jaw. BATMAN Harvey, you need help. Give it up. 103 EXT. HELICOPTER 103 Batman stands on one of the struts, begins trying to climb into the open side of the speeding bird. TWO-FACE Words of wisdom from our ex-friend? Harvey SLAMS Batman's face with his foot. He goes down. TWO-FACE Mano a Mano a Bato. Batman pulls himself back up. Grabs Harvey's foot. Flips him to the floor. Drags him half way out of the bird. BATMAN Surrender. TWO-FACE Ever been to Arkham, Batman? You'd feel right at home. You took a year of my life. So I'm here to pay you back. There's only one way out of this waltz. One of us dies. BATMAN I won't kill you, Harvey. Batman gets Harvey by the throat. TWO-FACE Batman doesn't kill? Bullshit. (epiphinous) You're a killer too. Somehow Harvey's words seem to shake Batman a beat. It's all the distraction Harvey needs. He SMASHES Batman across the face. Batman slips, falls out of sight. 104 WINDSHIELD - CLOSE. Lady Gotham is coming up fast. 104 105 EXT. HELICOPTER 105 Batman hangs by one hand from the support strut, the bird hurling towards the giant statue. 106 INT. HELICOPTER 106 Harvey locks "The Club" onto the controls, fixing the chopper on it's deadly course. 107 Batman hoists himself into the chopper through the open 107 side in time to see Harvey standing over the cargo hatch. TWO-FACE Goodbye old pal. With that Harvey leaps through the cargo hatch. 108 Batman stares frozen in disbelief as Two-Face plummets to 108 the dark water below. 109 Then a sudden flurry of expanding color caught in Lady 109 Gotham's lighthouse beam, and a parachute opens over Two- Face, unfolding into a giant Yin-Yang. 110 BATMAN - POV - The windshield SHATTERS into the statue. 110 111 EXT. HELICOPTER - LADY GOTHAM - NIGHT 111 The helicopter EXPLODES into the left side of Lady Gotham's face. A tremendous fireball splits the night. 112 EXT. GOTHAM SKY - NIGHT 112 Batman is falling. Still. Eyes closed. Maybe dead. FLASHES OF 113 (OVER) A SCREAM. Two SHOTS. A pair of roses hit pavement. 113 114 A BOY runs through a storm, a book clutched in his hands. 114 115 A FALL down a narrow stone chute, into a cave. 115 116 A BAT, huge, evil, SCREECHING. 116 TWO-FACE'S WORDS (OVER) - "YOU'RE A KILLER TOO." 117 BATMAN FALLING - CLOSE 117 Batman plummets towards the water. His eyes open. 118 EXT. GOTHAM HARBOR (CONTINUOUS) 118 Batman SPLASHES into the harbor. Dark. Still. Then, a familiar cowl breaks the surface, GASPING for breath. Batman stares up at the sky. 119 PAN UP 119 Lady Gotham's one beautiful face now burns the night. 120 INT. WAYNE ENTERPRISES - NIGHT 120 Dark, save the light from a single cubicle. 121 INT. EDWARD'S WORK STATION - NIGHT 121 Edward sits hunched over his desk, working on his invention. Sweat beads his brow, lips MUMBLING furiously. EDWARD (obsessive repetition) Too many questions. Too many questions. Edward glances up at the picture of Bruce Wayne. EDWARD I'll show you it works. STICKLEY (O.S.) What the hell is going on here? Stickley stands before Edward's cubicle. Not happy. STICKLEY Your project is terminated. I'm calling security. Stickley turns to go. Mistake. Edward CRACKS Stickley on the head with a coffee pot. Down he goes. EDWARD Caffine'll kill you. 122 INT. EDWARD'S CUBICLE - MINUTES LATER 122 Stickley awakens to find himself strapped in a swivel chair. Edward is placing an elaborate computerized headband over Stickley's head. (OVER) a small TV hooked into Edward's contraption runs a fishing show. EDWARD This won't hurt a bit. (musing) At least I don't think it will. Edward reaches for a small transceiver fused to the TV. STICKLEY Goddamnit, you press that button and- 123 Too late. A green beam explodes from the TV screen, 123 engulfing Stickley. 124 IN THE BEAM - a small holographic representation of the 124 fisherman reeling in a prize bass. 125 STICKLEY - POV - As far as Fred is concerned he's on the 125 shore, the fisherman's catch flapping in his face. 126 The TV signals begin to waver and tremble. 126 EDWARD Loosing resolution. More power. He increases the power toggle. BACKFIRE. A sudden white light shoots back into the TV and up, surrounding Ed. STICKLEY - CLOSE. His eyes dull, glaze over. EDWARD - CLOSE. The effect on him seems to be quite the opposite. Invigorating, sexual. THE BEAM-FLARES. A tiny nova. Overload. Both men SCREAM. All light vanishes. EDWARD - CLOSE. His face buried in his hands. Edward peers up from his hands. Look into his eyes. One thing is sure. Edward Nygma has gone power mad, totally insane. EDWARD (game show host) Fred Stickley. Come on down. You're the next contestant on I Want Your Brain. (Wayne-like) Nygma your machine has unexpected side effects. A feed back loop has caused your brain to absorb Stickley's neural energy. (hyper) Stickley, I've had a break- through! And a breakdown? Maybe. Nevertheless. I'm smarter. Hell, I'm a genius. More than a genius. Several geniuses. Genae. Genie. Ed rises, BABBLES a dazed Fred's lips with his finger. EDWARD (short order cook) Yo. Charlie. Gimmie an order of brain deep-fry. Extra well done. Hold the neurons. (a scientist) Patient exhibits symptoms of psycho neural overload. Notation: obviously higher settings can be dangerous to the subject. (pacing) Riddle me this, Fred. What is everything to someone and nothing to everyone else? Your mind of course. And now mine pumps with the power of yours. (urban) New from Brain-bok. Da pump. Think faster. Reason higher. Out-cog-nate every homey on the court of life. Da pump. Yeah. (Shakespearian) Ho! Mark. I sense an odd penchant for the anagramatic. The acrostic. The crypto-graphic. What doth this bode? Answer me Marcutio, you little runt. (gourmet) Fred, I must confess you were a wonderful appetizer. Simply divine. But now I yearn for a meal of substance. The main course. A wide and varied palette. Ah, to taste the mind of a hero. A nobleman. A poet. (Groucho) A chick in a short skirt wouldn't be so bad either. STICKLEY ...Fired...your fired...your fired. You understand?! Fired!! EDWARD I don't think so. Edward savagely sends Stickley careening across the slick floor still strapped to the swivel chair. 127 Stickley heads straight for the huge round window. 127 128 Edward seems like he has regrets as he dashes after 128 Stickley. The chair... 129 SMASHES THROUGH THE ROUND WINDOW 129 It teeters on the edge of the building, dam and RUSHING water below. Stickley is being held on the precipice by the long wire attached to his headband. It is really only this that Edward came to save. 130 EDWARD 130 Fred. Babe. _You_ are fired. Or should I say Terminated! He yanks the invention from Stickley's head and he crashes below to certain death. Ed races back to... 131 EDWARD'S CUBICLE 131 EDWARD Question marks, Mr. Wayne? He stands staring at the picture of Bruce Wayne. EDWARD My work raises too many question marks? In a frenzy, Edward begins tearing up the magazines lying on his desk, ripping out individual words, pasting them quickly onto a blank piece of paper. EDWARD Two years. 3.5762 percent of my estimated lifespan toiling for your greater glory and profit. He SMASHES the framed GQ cover of Bruce on the floor. EDWARD Well, let me ask you some questions, Mr. Smarter Than Thou. Why are you so debonair? Successful? Richer than God? Why should you have it all and not me? Yes, you're right, there are too many questions, Bruce Wayne. Edward STOMPS on the picture, pulverizing the glass. EDWARD Like why hasn't anybody put you in your place? And it's time you came up with some answers. Starting right now! A SERIES OF IMAGES- 132 (OVER) A SCREAM. SHOTS. Roses fall to the pavement. 132 133 A YOUNG BOY stands staring into a parlor where two 133 coffins rest. Thomas and Martha Wayne. Dead leaves whip through the hallway. 134 SMALL HANDS touch a leather bound book. Suddenly the 134 pages are splattered with blood. Wind blows out two flickering candles. 135 THE BOY runs through a dark, stormy night, the book 135 clutched in his hands. He slips. A sinkhole. 136 A FALL down a narrow chute. The boy lands in a dark cave. 136 137 A GIANT MONARCH BAT, fangs bared, SCREECHES towards us. 137 TWO-FACE (V.O.) You're a killer too. 138 INT. WAYNE MANOR - BRUCE'S BEDROOM - MORNING 138 In his bed, Bruce wakes, trying to blink away the images. Alfred draws the curtains, welcoming rich autumn sun. ALFRED The dreams again, sir? BRUCE I think they're getting worse. ALFRED It's a wonder you sleep at all. As Bruce sits up, Alfred notices a fresh set of bruises. ALFRED What a marvelous shade of purple. Bruce shoots him a look. ALFRED Really, sir, if you insist on trying to get yourself killed each night. Alfred picks up Bruce's carelessly-tossed Batsuit from the floor. Ripped, dented, punctured. ALFRED ...Would it be a terrible imposition to ask you to take better care of your equipment? BRUCE Then you'd have nothing to complain about. ALFRED Hardly a worry, sir. Alfred brings a robe, holds it out for Bruce. ALFRED Commissioner Gordon phoned. There's been an accident at Wayne Enterprises. 139 INT. - WAYNE ENTERPRISES - MORNING 139 As the window is replaced in b.g., Edward Nygma stands SOBBING before the head of personnel. With augmented brain power apparently comes augmented acting talent. EDWARD (inconsolable) Why? Oh, why? I can't believe it. Two years. Working in the same office. Shoulder to shoulder, cheek to cheek, ---we're talking face, by the way---and then this. (handing her a note) I found this in my cubicle. You'll find the handwriting matches his exactly as does sentence structure and spelling. (suddenly sobbing again) I couldn't possibly continue on here. The memories. I'll just get my things. 140 ANOTHER ANGLE 140 Edward slips out a side door, quickly avoiding Bruce and Gordon as they walk towards Bruce's office. GORDON We've questioned everyone who worked on the floor. Computer records show no one going in or out after Stickley. BRUCE Computer records can be forged. I'll have my people pull up -- A cop hands Gordon the forged note. GORDON Suicide. With all due respect, leave the police work to us. We'll be in touch. As the Commissioner exits, Bruce heads into his office, followed by his secretary, MARGARET. 141 INT. BRUCE'S OFFICE (CONTINUOUS) 141 MARGARET The society matrons of Gotham have called a record thirty-two times. Not to mention the press. I think that if they don't know soon who you plan to take to the charity circus, the world will most surely come to an end. Bruce notices an envelope on his desk. BRUCE What's this? MARGARET I don't know. I didn't see anyone... BRUCE No postmark. No stamp. Bruce opens the envelope. 142 LETTER - CLOSE. A photo of Bruce. Below: letters cut from 142 newspapers and magazines read: (RIDDLE#1) (to be written) signed -The Riddler 143 Bruce raises an eyebrow. 143 BRUCE The Riddler? Why can't anyone in this town have a normal name? Phone RINGS. Bruce hits a switch and a desk video-phone lights into life. Alfred. ALFRED Channel 12, sir. Bruce presses a button and Alfred's image shrinks to a small box in the corner, superimposed atop a TV picture. 144 ON SCREEN - 144 A talk show in progress. A radiant black host: VONDELLE MILLIONS talks to a panel of experts. VONDELLE --joined us, we're talking about the mutilation of Lady Gotham, caused late last night by Batman- 145 BRUCE 145 _Excuse_ me?! VONDELLE -- will take up to nine months to repair. Today's topic: Batman-crime- fighter or criminal? BATMAN How 'bout Two-Face? Anyone here heard of him? The shot WIDENS to reveal the panel. 146 ON SCREEN - Our first expert: DR. JANISLAUS ROYCE. 146 ROYCE Batman is a major cause of crime in Gotham. So-called super-villains seek him out hoping to prove themselves in violent conflict. Batman does not deter crime, he invites it. VONDELLE I'm sure our audience objects to your gender bias. Batperson. The second expert PIPES in, DR. DAVID AIMS. AIMS What is the Dark Knight's credo? Batman does not kill? What of those slain during his fight with Jack Napier aka Joker? Or in his Christmas conflict with the orphan Cobblepot? Batman belongs behind bars, not his morally disadvantaged victims. CHASE (O.S.) Bull (bleep)! 147 WIDER 147 Chase sits at the end of the panel. VONDELLE What did you say? CHASE Which part of the word didn't you understand? 148 Watching, Bruce sits a little straighter, more hopeful. 148 BRUCE I could like this woman. 149 CHASE 149 Batman is a _reaction_ to the crime in this city, not a creator of it! Without him many more would be dead. Batman is a true hero... VONDELLE Hey, Doc, got the hots for Batman? HOOTS and HOLLERS from the audience. CHASE - CLOSE. Busted. 150 On screen, a graphic: BATMAN: CRIMEFIGHTER OR CRIMINAL? 150 VONDELLE What do you think? Call us at... A HAND reaches up and SNAPS off the TV. The screen goes black to reveal a reflection in the glass: Two-Face. PULL BACK TO REVEAL INT. TWO-FACE'S HIDEOUT - DAY Two-Face turns away, disgusted. TWO-FACE Batman, Batman, Batman. God, we want that man's blood on our hands. 151 WIDER 151 LEATHER sits to one side of Harvey. Ruby lipstick, tight leather outfit, a choker o spikes, razor blade earrings, stroking a muzzled black doberman. LEATHER Oh you are most obscene, my frightful grotesque. Another set of arms entwine Two-Face. LACE, a submissive blonde in Victoria's Secret's lacy best nuzzles his good side, pets a white kitten. LACE Don't listen to her. You're every girl's dream. LEATHER Waste Dorothy and Toto here, you and me can get down to business. Harvey SLAPS Leather, hard. LEATHER Harder, baby. Hit me again. TWO-FACE No. LEATHER (hotter still) Sadist. He turns now to Lace, caresses her face gently. WIDEN TO REVEAL Two-Face's hideaway, divided straight down the middle. Lace's half is all light and order. Leather's domain looks like an S&M club. TWO-FACE Too many bats to fry to think about fun. We wanna take him apart limb by hyper-extended limb. Feel his bones crunch in our hands. Beat him until he's as black and blue as that ridiculous rubber suit. Without thinking, Harvey steps over the Laceland. His demeanor instantly changes, now more reasoned and calm. TWO-FACE On the other hand, perhaps something slow, a delicious incursion of despair, a campaign to shatter his psyche and bring him crumbling to his knees. He wanders back across to Leatherland. TWO-FACE Hell. Why wait? Rupture his organs. Shatter his spine. Still have time for a late dinner. Back in Laceland. TWO-FACE But simple murder? It's just too damn simple. Besides, it's been done. No. We need a plan. Back to Leatherland. TWO-FACE Yes. Something senseless, brutal, savage, violent. Back to Laceland, stopping to add... TWO-FACE Yet witty. 152 EXT. WAYNE MANOR - NIGHT 152 Edward peddles a bicycle down a service road towards Wayne Manor, an envelope jutting from his shirt pocket. 153 INT. BATCAVE - NIGHT 153 Alfred stands over a cage of bats. A hand-held scanner producing distance readings. Bruce sits before his Master Console. BRUCE How's the sonar coming, Alfred? ALFRED A few hitches sir, but I'm confident we'll have a prototype in no time. BRUCE It'll never work. ALFRED I believe you said the same thing about the Batmobile. (OVER) a doorbell RINGS. Alfred disappears upstairs. 154 BRUCE - OVER THE SHOULDER 154 Bruce works a keyboard, manipulating the images on various screens. 155 SCREEN ONE - Replays the CNN story on Two-Face 155 156 SCREEN TWO - Replays the Vondelle Williams show. 156 157 SCREEN THREE - Runs news footage of Chase. 157 158 As Alfred returns, Bruce splits the Chase screen, a list 158 of psychiatric texts scrolling beside her portrait. ALFRED Scholarly research? BRUCE She has an excellent mind. ALFRED If I misinterpreted your interest in the lady, I humbly apologize-- BRUCE I wonder if she'd go out with me. ALFRED Apology hastily retracted. Bruce freezes the image of Vondelle Williams over the familiar graphic: Batman: Crimefighter or Criminal? BRUCE They don't understand. They think I became Batman to fight crime. Bruce leans back, closes his eyes, his past never far. BRUCE Do you remember the night I fell into that cave and the bat chased me? ALFRED Your parents' wake. Rain fell like tears. BRUCE ...The night Batman was born. (a beat) What was I doing in the fields that night, Alfred? What sent me running out into that storm? I keep dreaming about it but I just can't remember. ALFRED I don't know, sir. Your dear parents. Suddenly gone. So much loss... BRUCE I remember the bat, though. His scream. Those eyes. i was sure the fear would kill me. (a beat) In time I came to believe that if I became a monster, that if I was feared, I wouldn't be scared anymore. I was wrong. (off the screen) They think I became Batman to fight crime. I became Batman to fight the fear. And instead I became the fear. Alfred hands him an envelope. ALFRED Perhaps it's time you paid a bit more attention to Bruce Wayne. There was no one at the door, just this. Within, (RIDDLE #2). His expression darkens. 159 EXT. UGLY TENEMENT - BAD NEIGHBORHOOD - NIGHT 159 (OVER) SOUNDS OF POUNDING 160 INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE EDWARD'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 160 The source of the POUNDING -- MRS. LUCERTOLA, Ed's middle-aged, no-bullshit landlady. MRS. LUCERTOLA Ya wanna cough up your rent, or do I post an eviction notice? Locks TURN. The door opens a crack. Edward peeks out. EDWARD Mrs. Lucertola. What a surprise. Come in. I was just sitting down to write the check. 161 INT. EDWARD'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 161 Mrs. Lucertola barges inside -- then stops, aghast. HER POV- Five people might live here. Sports magazines. Stock market tickers. Half completed paintings and sculptures. Blueprints. In the corner an old circus booth containing a manikin of the green-clad, can wielding Guesser. MRS. LUCERTOLA What is it exactly that you do, Mr. Nygma? EDWARD My dear Ms. Lucertola. Italian, isn't it? For lizard. How fitting. I think the question better asked: what is it that I don't do? Ed guides Mrs. Lucertola to a sofa before the TV. EDWARD Most recently I have devised a way to change the destiny of mankind and the world as we know it, all in my favor of course. MRS. LUCERTOLA The rent Nygma!!! EDWARD Might I persuade you to take a seat on this couch? To indulge me in a little experiment? He shoves her down. MRS. LUCERTOLA Hey, I got no time for- Edward clamps a new, streamlined headband on her head. EDWARD Showtime. He clicks on the TV. An evening soap. MRS. LUCERTOLA My favorite story. Atop the TV rests a small box. The next generation of his Remote Encephalographic Stimulator. EDWARD Yes. TV. Balm to the minds of the masses. The great deadener. If only it were more lively. But wait. I can help. He hits a switch on the Box and the familiar beam engulfs his landlady, the holographic image of the screen's kissing couple now hovering in mid-air before her. MRS. LUCERTOLA Oh my lord. EDWARD Not quite. But I'm getting there. 162 MRS. LUCERTOLA - POV - She might as well be sitting on the 162 foot of the bed as the two lovers' embrace heats up. Edward waves his hand in front of her eyes. Nothing. The same dazed expression that Stickley wore. EDWARD Now this is much better. No pain. Just a little holographic TV to keep your mind off the fact... Edward PLANTS an ELECTRODE on his forehead. EDWARD ...That I'm taking your mind. (professional) Not your thoughts, mind you. Just your neural energy, simply sucking some IQ points as it were. A GREEN-BLUE aura forms around Edward's head. EDWARD (announcer) His intelligence jumps. Ms. Lizard don't know it. The crowd goes wild. (CEO) Boys, I want one of these babies in every home. (Clinton) It's the new information super highway and, pay attention now kids. I'm the on ramp. (ad-man) From their brains to the TV to my brain, with no commercial interruptions! (announcer) There are seven million brains in the Naked City... (menacing) ...and they're all mine! 163 EXT. MUNICIPAL POLICE COMPLEX - DAY 163 Gothic. Active. Bruce enters the complex. 164 INT. POLICE COMPLEX - CHASE'S OFFICE 164 Comfortable. Well appointed. Degrees on the walls. Chase opens her door to Bruce Wayne. CHASE Mr. Wayne. Chase Meridian. The sparks he felt from her as Batman don't fly. CHASE How can I help you, Mr. Wayne? BRUCE Somebody's been sending me love letters. Commissioner Gordon thought you might give me your expert opinion. Chase spread the `Riddler' letters before her. Bruce TAPS his fingers absentmindedly as he watches her read. CHASE Psychiatrists make you nervous? BRUCE Just ones this beautiful. CHASE The infamous Wayne charm. Does it ever shut off? BRUCE On occasion. Usually at night. Bruce stops tapping, examines books on aberrant behavior. The Dark Side. Turns a tiny wicker doll over in his hand. BRUCE Still play with dolls, Doctor? CHASE She's a Malaysian dream warden. She stands sentry while you sleep and calms your dreams. (off Bruce's expressions) Need one? BRUCE Me? No. Only things that need calming in my dreams are the Rockettes. Chase holds his eyes a beat. Not buying. But she lets it go, looks back over the letters. CHASE My opinion. This letter writer is a total wacko. BRUCE Wacko? That a technical term? CHASE Patient apparently suffers from acute obsessional syndrome with potential homicidal styles. Work better for you? BRUCE So what you're saying, this guy's a total wacko, right? CHASE (a slight smile) Exactly. He notices batman research on her desk. Spots a framed print hanging on the wall. A bat. BRUCE You have a thing for bats? Chase follows his gaze. CHASE That's a rorschach, Mr. Wayne. People see what they want to. Bruce looks back up. In fact, just an ink blot. Only he saw a bat within it's bleeding lines. CHASE I think the question would be, do you have a thing for bats? BRUCE So, this Riddler, he's dangerous? CHASE What do you know about obsession? BRUCE Not much. CHASE Obsession is born of fear. Recall a moment of great terror in your life. Say you associate that moment with... (random) ...a bat. The bat's image becomes a cancer of the mind, grows more real than your daily life. Can you imagine something like that? BRUCE It's a stretch but I'll manage. CHASE The letter writer is obsessed with you. His only escape may be... BRUCE To kill me. CHASE You understand obsession better than you let on. BRUCE No insights here, doc. Just trying to get comfortable on your couch. (checking his watch) Oops. Times up. CHASE That's usually my line. BRUCE Look, I'd love to keep chatting- CHASE Would you? I'm not so sure. BRUCE But I'm going to have to get you out of those clothes. CHASE Excuse me. BRUCE And into a black dress. Bruce throws her startled expression his best smile. BRUCE Tell me, Doctor, do you like the circus? Despite herself, Chase smiles back. 165 A SIGN - CLOSE - Gotham Hospital Charity Circus. WIDER 166 EXT. HIPPODROME - NIGHT 166 Immense. On the lapping edge of Gotham Harbor. Searchlights sweep the sky. FLAGS flutter on the Hippodrome's oval roof, Limos spill Gotham's finest. The night of the season. 167 INT. CENTER RING 167 THE FLYING GRAYSONS -- Mother, Father, and two sons all wearing colorful red and green outfits with yellow cape- -- race out to greet the crowd. They discard their capes, cartwheel to four guywires. RINGMASTER Ladies and gentlemen. Seventy feet above the ground, performing feats of aerial skill without a net, the Flying Graysons! The lights dim. Spots follow each Grayson as hoist cables whisk them up to the trapezes and high wire. 168 ON THE TRAPEZE 168 Dad and Chris Grayson hang by their knees, upside down on opposite trapezes. 169 Mom jumps to Chris' hands, hangs in mid-air. Chris swings 169 back and forth, building momentum, then sends her to Dad in a poetic double somersault. 170 BELOW 170 The Hippodrome is packed solid. 171 VIP SECTION 171 Bruce and Chase in evening finery take their seats amidst a barrage of flashing photographers. The Gotham Society matrons crowd for a photo op. CHASE (off the flashes) I'm surprised you aren't blind by now. BRUCE (as if he were) I'm sorry. Who are you? Chase smiles. The Press and Matrons disappear. BRUCE Now we can just sit back and watch the show like normal folks. RINGMASTER (OVER) Tonight's benefit has raised $375,000 for Gotham Children's Hospital. Let's thank our largest single donor: Bruce Wayne. SPOTLIGHT finds Bruce and Chase. WILD APPLAUSE. CHASE (through her smile) Like normal folks. BRUCE (deadpan) What? This isn't normal? 172 RINGMASTER 172 And now Richard, the youngest Flying Grayson, will perform The _Quadruple_ Flying Somersault! 173 DICK GRAYSON, handsome, only happy when he is in flight, 173 jumps to his father's hands, hangs in air. 174 DICK'S POV - The world flips, dizzying, four times. 174 175 Chris catches Dick's hands. Shaky. One hand slips free. 175 The Crowd GASPS. Dick dangles for an instant. 176 Chris hoists Dick to safety. An uproarious OVATION! 176 177 CHASE watches Bruce. He's riveted, eyes like a child's. 177 BRUCE That kid is amazing. CHASE I don't get you Bruce Wayne. BRUCE Me? I'm easy. Especially after a couple of martinis. CHASE The glib, cavalier routine, it really is an act, isn't it? BRUCE Don't believe it. I'm just skin deep. But he holds her eyes and in the smile that passes between them, sweet electricity. Maybe something more. 178 THE RINGMASTER stands watching the Graysons feats of 178 aerial wonder. Something catches his eye. 179 A GLOVED HAND extends through the curtain leading 179 backstage, beckons him with a single finger. 180 THE RINGMASTER - CLOSE. Puzzled. Steps out of the ring. 180 181 BACK TO BRUCE AND CHASE 181 BRUCE Look, I'm rock climbing Sunday. How about coming along? CHASE Bruce, much to my surprise, you seem like a really great guy... BRUCE But... CHASE Well, I met someone... BRUCE Fast work. You just moved here. CHASE You could say he kind of dropped out of the sky and bang-. I think he felt it too. BRUCE He sure did. CHASE What? BRUCE (awkward) I said I'm sure he did. Bruce looks towards... 182 CENTER RING 182 A TINY CAR, horn HONKING away, ROARS into the middle ring and begins dislodging clowns, all tumbling out of the cars and over each other. 183 A new Ringmaster steps into the arena. Two-Face. 183 TWO-FACE Ladies and gentlemen, and I do use the term loosely, your attentions please. Tonight, a new act for your amusement. We call it Massacre Under the Big Top. 184 His thugs slip out of their clown costumes and seal every 184 exit. 185 They pull machine guns and start SHOOTING over the 185 audience's heads. PANIC. SCREAMS. 186 TWO-FACE 186 People, people. Show some grace under pressure. A little decorum, please. (into his mike) _SHUT UP_!!! 187 More machine gun BURSTS as Thugs move into sentry 187 positions at each section of bleachers. Folks quiet. 188 TWO-FACE 188 If we may direct your attention... 189/90 A Thug trains a spot on a crate hung in the rafters. 189/90 191 TWO-FACE 191 Inside that wooden box: two hundred sticks of TNT. (showing a box) In our hand: a radio detonator. Two-Face presses a button. 192 DETONATOR - CLOSE. A digital countdown. 3:00. 2:59. 2:58... 192 193 TWO-FACE 193 You have three minutes. 194 THE MAYOR 194 What the hell do you want? 195 TWO-FACE 195 Want, Mr. Mayor? Just one little thing. Batman. Bruised. Broken. Bleeding. In a word: dead. Two-Face turns, showing his good side. TWO-FACE Who do we have assembled before us? Gotham's finest. Rich, Influential. Smart. One of you must know who Batman is. Hell, we'd lay odds one of you _is_ Batman. Two-Face spins, offers his evil side. TWO-FACE So, unless the bat is surrendered to us post haste, we're off on a proverbial killing spree. City wide mayhem and murder. Starting tonight. With all you lovely folks as our very first corpses to be. You have three ---well just under three--- minutes. 196 BRUCE, his eyes riveted on the bomb. No secret is worth 196 innocent lives. He stands. Chase, misunderstanding, tries to pull Bruce back down. WIDER Suddenly everyone jumps up, SHOUT and SCREAM, point towards the rafters. 197 REVERSE ANGLE 197 The Graysons scale the scaffolding, heading for the bomb. TWO-FACE Boys! Move, move, move! (a beat) Cannot get good help these days. 198 Any Thugs not standing sentry fan out, speed up guywires. 198 199 CHRIS 199 (to Dick) Go! We'll hold them off! Mom, Dad and Chris swing from trapeze to guywire to platform, trying to delay the Thugs who are actually well-trained gymnasts. 200 Dick launches himself from trapeze to trapeze, bounces 200 off the high wire, grabs a catwalk and hoists himself up. 201 Bruce uses the distraction to hop the rail, race through 201 the SCREAMING CROWD. 202 THE TIME - CLOSE. 1:03. 1:02. 1:01. 202 203 ON THE TRAPEZE 203 204 A Thug grabs Dad Grayson by the leg. Dad manages a jump 204 to another trapeze. 205 Mom's not so lucky. A Thug punches her off the uppermost 205 platform. She falls in mid-air. 206 FOLKS in the audience SCREAM. 206 207 BRUCE moves fast towards one of the sentry Thugs. 207 208 MOM snags a wildly swinging trapeze with one leg, wraps 208 her ankle around a rope, hanging over the floor. 209 A THUG points to the Time Clock 0:45. 0:44. 0:43. 209 210 THE THUGS quit the fight, slide down ropes and guywires. 210 211 DAD AND CHRIS form a human chain to reach Mom. Dad 211 anchors Chris who swings out towards Mom. Mom swings her trapeze to gather momentum. 212 IN THE RAFTERS 212 Dick has reached the Bomb. Begins un-lashing the crate. 213 ON THE CIRCUS FLOOR 213 The Thugs begin to pour through the trap door. A few thrill-seekers fire their MACHINE GUNS over the crowd. 214 THE TIMER - CLOSE. 0:15. 0:14. 0:13. 214 215 DICK scales a service ladder, vies with a roof hatch. 215 216 TRAPEZE - CLOSE 216 Dan and Chris make their final swing. Mom lets go and sails gloriously towards Chris. Below them, no net. 217 BRUCE taps the watching Thug on the shoulder. He spins. 217 BRUCE Show's over. A punch and the guy is out. Bruce starts for Two-Face. Another Thug springs up before him, blocking his way. 218 TWO-FACE stares up at the dangling Graysons. He reaches 218 into his pocket. Pulls out a familiar coin. TWO-FACE Day in, day out, it always comes down to the same old question. Life... (flips the coin) Or death. He looks down. Scarred side up. He draws his gun. TWO-FACE Our kinda day. 219 BRUCE fells the other Thug. Starts to sprint across the 219 ring towards Two-Face. 220 AT THE ROOF 220 Dick shoves the hatch open, climbs out. 221 TIMER - CLOSE. 0:10. 0:09. 0:08. 221 222 MOM spots the pointing gun far below. She SCREAMS. 222 223 BRUCE races for the aiming Two-Face. Almost there. 223 Another Thug hits him broadside, knocking him flat. 224 TWO-FACE FIRES. Twice, the first bullet cutting, the 224 225 second severing the rope that holds the Graysons. 225 TWO-FACE Never did like the circus. Too many freaks. 226/27 Two-Face disappears down the tunnel. Bruce struggles 226/27 to his feet. A CHARGE blows inside the escape hatch, filling the access-way with fire. No way out. 228 CLOCK - CLOSE. 0:07. 0:06. 228 229 EXT. HIPPODROME ROOF - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT 229 Dick scrambles onto the roof, begins whipping the bomb rope like a sling. 230 INT. HIPPODROME - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT 230 CLOCK - CLOSE. 0:05. 0:04. 0:03. 231 EXT. HIPPODROME ROOF - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT 231 Dick let's fly, the bomb soaring out towards the harbor. 232 THE BOMB hits the water. Sinks. A beat. The night is 232 split by a funneling EXPLOSION. 233 INT. HIPPODROME - NIGHT 233 Dick swings excitedly down onto the catwalk. He freezes at the rail. DICK No!!!! DICK - CLOSE. On his face, his life's end. 234 DICK'S POV -- STRAIGHT DOWN 234 The dead bodies of his mother, father and brother. Bruce Wayne stands over them, looking up at the boy. 235 BRUCE - CLOSE. His face a tragic echo of Dick's pain. 235 236 EXT. - WAYNE MANOR - NEXT AFTERNOON 236 A police car heads towards the manor. Dick Grayson, pack on his back, winds his motorcycle behind the cruiser. Bruce comes out to greet Gordon. Dick, slightly awestruck, dismounts, wanders into the house. GORDON It's good of you to take him in. He's been filling out forms all day. He hasn't even eaten. Bruce nods, watches Gordon drive off. Heads into... 237 INT. WAYNE MANOR FOYER - LATE DAY 237 As Bruce ENTERS through the open door, Alfred arrives from the other direction. ALFRED Welcome, Master Grayson. I'm Alfred. DICK How ya doin', Al? ALFRED (mouthing) Al? DICK (to Bruce) Big house. How many rooms? BRUCE Gee, I'm not sure. (across the foyer) Alfred? How many rooms? Total? ALFRED Ninety-three, including the sauna. BRUCE Take any three you like. After you get settled we can... 238/39 But Dick isn't listening, stares instead over 238/39 Bruce's shoulder as Gordon's cruiser disappears out of sight. DICK Okay. I'm outta here. BRUCE Excuse me. DICK I figure telling that cop I'd stay here saved me a truckload of social service interviews and good will. So no offense but thanks. See ya. Dick heads toward the door. Alfred slips away. BRUCE Where will you go? The circus is halfway to Metropolis by now. DICK I got no place at the circus without my family. I'm going to get a fix on Two-Face. Then I'm going to kill him. BRUCE Listen, Dick. Killing Two-Face won't take the pain away. It'll make it worse. DICK Look, spare me the sermons, okay. You're just some rich guy who is trying to do a good deed. You don't even know me. Bruce stares beyond Dick, into his own past. BRUCE It's not just the sadness. Is it? The shame is worse. Feeling like somehow you should have saved them. Dick is looking at Bruce now. BRUCE You're right. I don't know you. But I'm like you. Just then Alfred returns with a tray. Rare London broil. Baby potatoes. Fresh greens. An aromatic feast. ALFRED Oh, is the young master leaving? Pity. I'll just toss this away then. Perhaps the dogs are hungry - Alfred turns, heads up the stairs. ALFRED I'll set this up in the guest suite. Just in case. Dick follows, led by his nose. Bruce smiles, nods slowly, heads into... 240 INT. - WAYNE LIBRARY 240 Bruce touches a vase of fresh roses. Stares at framed photos of Thomas, Martha, of himself, younger. Happy. With no knowledge of the future. 241 He turns. Suddenly their coffins are in the middle of the 241 room again, the still corpses white in death. He's a boy. There on the desk. A leather bound book. (OVER) THUNDER CRACKS. 242 THE FRONT DOOR flies open. An evil wind whips the house. 242 243 THE BOOK is splattered with blood. 243 244 THE WINDOW explodes, shattering glass, and out of the 244 darkness flies a huge, evil bat. ALFRED (OVER) Master Bruce? 245 Bruce is sitting in a chair, holding a rose, head down, 245 the images only flashes of memory. Night has fallen. He looks up, eyes. red. BRUCE It's happening again. Just like my parents. A monster comes out of the night. A scream. Two gunshots. I killed them. ALFRED What did you say? BRUCE He killed them. Two-Face. He slaughtered that boy's parents. ALFRED No. You said I. I killed them. BRUCE Don't be ridiculous. Suddenly a pale light through the window illuminates the room, bathes their faces. 246 THE BATSIGNAL beams in the sky. 246 247 INT. GUEST (DICK'S) BEDROOM 247 Dick Grayson finishes eating. He moves into the 248 HALLWAY 248 the house seems empty. DICK Hey?.. Hello?... Anybody home? He's puzzled. 249 EXT. GOTHAM CITY STREET - NIGHT 249 Batman speeds along in the Batmobile. He hits top speed as the car's fusion drive glows red. 250 A giant projector, beaming the Batsignal on the fast night clouds. Batman leaps from a neighboring roof to find no one. Just the huge light and the city wind. BATMAN Commissioner...? A shadow appears from behind the searchlight. Chase. CHASE He's home. I sent the signal. BATMAN What's wrong? CHASE Last night at the circus. I noticed something about Dent. His coin. He's obsessed with justice. It's his Achilles' heel. It can be exploited. He steps close to her. Intimidating. BATMAN You called me here for this? The Batsignal is not a beeper. Instead of backing off, Chase moves towards him. CHASE I wish I could say my interest in you was purely professional... BATMAN Are you trying to get under my cape, Doctor?
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