EXT. GOTHAM CITY- DOWNTOWN- NIGHT- FLASHBACK
CLOSE UP on the barrel of a gun pointed at the screen. SWERVE BACK to see the gun is aimed at THOMAS WAYNE, mid 40s, gentleman. MARTHA WAYNE and their son YOUNG BRUCE stand to his side, trembling. The MAN c.ocked the gun.
MAN
Money. Now.
Thomas nods as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet and calmly hands it over. The Man takes the wallet and notices a pearl necklace around Martha’s neck. The man turns the gun towards her.
MAN
Come on lady… hand it over.
Martha holds the necklace, frightened. Thomas jumps in the way of the gun.
THOMAS
Now hold on a…
BAM! We hear the sound of a deafening BANG! As the man fires the gun…
POV. BRUCE
Young Bruce looks at the gun and then towards his father. Everything seemed to be moving so fast. Martha screams. BANG!
CLOSE UP on Bruce. Terrified. Tears run down his face. He kneels down beside his father. Thomas blinks his eyes and looks over towards his son.
THOMAS
Be strong Br…
Thomas closes his eyes. Bruce is overwhelmed with tears. He looks up to see the man running off into the alleyway, covered by a thick fog. ZOOM BACK. Neon signs, they were at a movie theater. His parents were there because of him. “The mark of Zorro.” His fault.
INT. WAYNE PRIVATE JET- AFTERNOON
CLOSE UP on Bruce’s eyes. Closed. As we pan back his eyes SNAP open. Sweat pours down his face. My fault. Alfred watches him, concerned. Another nightmare. Bruce looks away and breathes out, he was finally safe. Safe from the past. Alfred turns his attention back towards a book. Bruce glances over towards him and spots the title- Troubled Teens. Bruce rolls his eyes as Alfred tsk-tsks as he highlights passages. Bruce turns on the TV. Every channel had the same news. Bruce was coming back…
DR. PHIL
Now if you ask me, Mr. Wayne needs to definitely sharpen up his act and pull himself together before…
Bruce changes the channel.
CNN REPORTER
Bruce Wayne is on his way to Gotham as we speak.
Bruce flips through the channels, unable to avoid a news story about either his return or his bail from the London authorities. Ranging from Wall Street to MTV, Bruce was everywhere. He turns the channel to the hit gossip show Gotcha! hosted by none other than the young and very beautiful, VICKY VALE. Bruce smiles, he was far more interested in her than on what she had to say.
VICKY VALE
And in recent news, Bruce Wayne, voted the number one hottie by Cosmo magazine, will be returning to Gotham for the first time in 12 years!!!…
Bruce grins. Alfred clears his throat and puts the book down.
ALFRED
Master Bruce, I should warn you that the U.S. media is a lot more offensive than their counterparts in Europe.
Bruce shrugs. Alfred looks out the window. Gotham City. Bruce looks, disgusted. The city was ravaged, torn apart, decaying.
BRUCE
Who in their right mind would want to live there?
ALFRED
Five generations of Waynes, sir. Not counting you, of course.
Bruce shakes his head, still angry. This was definitely the last place he wanted to go. Bruce looks at Alfred.
BRUCE
I just want to sign the papers, giving the Waynecorp trustees the right to continue running my father’s company and leave.
(looks out the window)
I was meant to do something with my life… not run some stupid company.
EXT. AIRPORT LANDING STRIP
The private jet descends and begins to skid along the runway as it comes to a stop.
INT. WAYNE PRIVATE JET
Bruce looks towards Alfred. Begging not to get off.
EXT. AIRPORT LANDING STRIP
Almost as fast as the plane landed, swarms of reporters surrounded the jet. A limo pulls up beside the plane.
INT. WAYNE PRIVATE JET
Alfred glances out the window seeing the limo arrive.
ALFRED
It is time to leave, Master Bruce.
Bruce nods and reluctantly follows Alfred off of the private jet.
EXT. AIRPORT LANDING STRIP
Where they are greeted by badgering reporters. Cameras FLASH.
REPORTERS (ADD-LIB)
So, what does it feel like in prison Bruce?… Why are you back in Gotham?… Bruce, quick question, Bruce- Bruce!
Alfred shields Bruce as they jump into the limo. The limo drives off. ANGLE DOWN as the limo drives off…
FADE TO:
EXT. WAYNE MANOR- NIGHT
ANGLE DOWN as the limo drives through a thicket of trees and approaches the rich and magnificent Wayne Manor. The gates to the manor open and they drive through.
INT. LIMO
Bruce stares out the window. The past rushing into his memory… the well… the bats… the gun shot… Bruce closes his eyes. Alfred notices. Bruce breathes out. The limo stops. Bruce gets out and enters the Manor, Alfred following close behind.
INT. WAYNE MANOR- MAIN HALL
Bruce looks around. He struggles to hide the past. But, he can’t. He continues to hear his mother and father’s voice beckoning to him beyond the graves. Alfred enters and closes the door behind him.
ALFRED
I’m very sorry about the mess. There was just not enough time to find anyone to clean…
Bruce ignores him as he approaches a family portrait further down the hall. He stops in front of it. Tears well up inside his eyes and he looks down.
THOMAS (O.S.)
Be strong Br…
A tear runs down Bruce’s eyes. Why did Alfred make him come back to this place? Alfred approaches him. Bruce is startled, he faces Alfred, quickly hiding his emotions.
BRUCE
Make some… can you please just make some noise the next time you approach?
ALFRED
Habits of a lifetime, not easily broken.
Bruce nods as Alfred walks away. Bruce stands alone.
FADE TO:
INT. WAYNE MANOR- KITCHEN
Alfred is in the kitchen in fancy whites, preparing a soufflé. Bruce leans in.
BRUCE
I’m heading out.
(beat)
Alone.
Alfred looks alarmed.
INT. WAYNE MANOR- MAIN HALLS
Bruce grabs his black bomber jacket from the closet and puts it on. He hurries out into the night.
EXT. WAYNE MANOR
Bruce looks around. Rain pours down from the sky above, soaking through his hair. The Rolls Royce is already pulled up and waiting. Alfred stands beside the open passenger door, in a chauffeur's uniform. Bruce breathes out, that beat his going alone plan.
BRUCE
That was quick.
ALFRED
That’s because I was a tenor in a Footlights Club in Cambridge. I played many parts, you know.
Bruce looks at Alfred, curious
BRUCE
I thought you were a medic, in the British Commandos.
Alfred’s lips part into a sly grin.
ALFRED
Indeed I was.
Bruce enters the Rolls Royce. Alfred shuts the door and enters the driver’s side.
INT. ROLLS ROYCE
ALFRED
Where to tonight, Master Bruce?
Bruce glances towards Alfred with a look of loss in his eyes.
BRUCE
Criminal Alley.
Alfred nods.
FADE TO:
EXT. GOTHAM CITY- CRIMINAL ALLEY- NIGHT
Criminal Alley is the worst part of Gotham. Everything was falling apart. The homeless were everywhere. Crime ran rampant. On the sides of streets prostitutes, male, female, and everything in between wandered the streets picking up buyers. Bruce glances out the window at an old abandoned movie theater.
INT. ROLLS ROYCE
Bruce looks at Alfred
BRUCE
Stop.
Alfred stops the Rolls Royce. Bruce gets out.
EXT. GOTHAM CITY- CRIMINAL ALLEY- NIGHT
And slowly approaches the abandoned movie theater. Bruce walks, almost in a trance, towards the place where it all happened. Rain pours down from the dark gray sky above. Alfred gets out of the Rolls Royce holding up an umbrella and begins to follow Bruce. Bruce drops to his knees. We see several flashbacks from the night his parents died. Tears run down his eyes. Alfred stands beside him. Bruce looks up towards Alfred.
BRUCE
This is where it happened. This is where my parents died. It’s all my fault, Alfred. I was the one who wanted to go see “The Mark of Zorro.” I… I wouldn’t take no for an answer. I had to see Zorro.
(beat)
A silly movie about a ‘hero’ who wears a costume and fights crime.
Alfred looks down towards Bruce, pitying him. Bruce notices a gang of thugs approaching them.
ALFRED
We should go.
Bruce shakes his head no. Determined. He stands up.
BRUCE
No. I can handle this.
The leader of the pack, LEADER, approaches him.
LEADER
Who do you think you are? Think ya own this street or what?
Bruce stares the leader in the eyes. Everything is quiet and then they launch into a very violent fight, both gaining the upper hand.
ALFRED
Actually, Master Bruce, taking into account all the subsidiary of WayneCorp signs on the buildings in development. You do own the street.
Bruce whacks the leader with his left elbow back and knocks him to the ground. GANGSTA approaches Bruce, awkwardly holding out his gun.
GANGSTA
Wallet now!
Bruce frowns, pure hatred shows through his eyes. In a quick flashback we see the Man cocking the gun. Using martial arts moves, Bruce knocks the gun out of the gangsta’s hands with ease. Bruce picks it up and aims it at the gansta. Holding the gun firmly.
BRUCE
Now this is how you hold a gun! Not like…
(mocks the gangsta’s gun stance)
this. Like this!
Bruce holds the gun firmly. The gangsta trembles… afraid. Alfred also didn’t know how to react. We can see that Bruce likes this. Tormenting criminals. Putting the fear into them.
GANGSTA
Give me back my gun.
Bruce shrugs
BRUCE
Sure.
Bruce quickly dismantles the gun into several parts and hands it back.
BRUCE
Here you go. Good as new.
The gangsta attempts to run off. Bruce tackles him to the ground. Alfred looks down towards Bruce, dignified.
ALFRED
May I point out that engaging ignorant hoodlums in violence is no substitute…
Bruce starts to take on the other thugs. Quick, fast, he definitely had training… using all types of fighting styles to his advantage.
ALFRED (CONT’D)
For qualified, professional therapy.
Bruce shrugs as he quickly knocks two thugs out in one swift blur of movement.
BRUCE
Therapy takes years.
ALFRED
I appreciate your need to never feel weak and helpless again, but you’re rich! Hire a bodyguard!
Bruce looks over the thugs, sprawled against the ground unconscious. Another thug rushes towards him.
BRUCE
I like fighting.
Bruce quickly, without trouble, knocks the thug out cold.
BRUCE
I’m good at it.
ALFRED
Then perhaps you should open up a karate school.
The leader begins to stand back up. Bruce knocks him back against the pavement. That’s all of them. Bruce readjusts his clothes.
ALFRED
Where to now?
BRUCE
The police station.
FADE TO:
EXT. GOTHAM STREETS
We track the Rolls Royce approaching the police station. Alfred and Bruce are in the front.
INT. ROLLS ROYCE
Bruce looks out the window.
ALFRED
Might I suggest, Master Bruce, that next time you decide to take on the role of citizen vigilante you cover up your martial arts abilities. Otherwise, we might not be so lucky. There could be more of them, or they could shoot first. Not to mention the potential lawsuits.
Bruce shrugs. All that mattered was that people, like his family, would be safe tonight and that the bad guys would be behind bars.
INT. GOTHAM POLICE DEPARTMENT- MAIN DESK
Bruce and Alfred watch as the last thug is taken through a door and out of sight. The DESK SEARGENT clears his throat. Bruce looks back towards him.
DESK SERGENT
Can I have the gun?
Bruce nods and places the parts of the gun on the desk. The desk sergeant looks annoyed, but impressed.
BRUCE
Isn’t there someone we can file a report to?
DESK SERGENT
Yeah. Talk to one of the detectives.
Bruce looks around. There’s no one here besides the three of them and a 13 year old girl with spunky young red-hair sitting off to the side.
BRUCE
Yeah, but no one’s here. Now what are we supposed to do?
The desk sergeant shrugs. Not his problem. The spunky red head continues to read Cosmo, this is BARBARA GORDON.
BARBARA
My dad’s still working.
The desk sergeant frowns, annoyed.
BARBARA
My dad’s a detective. He’s gonna be commissioner someday.
Barbara looks up from her magazine. Her eyes bulge. She is REALLY excited.
BARBARA
Oh my god, you’re him!
The desk sergeant looks confused. Bruce nods and grins.
BARBARA
You’re Bruce Wayne!
Bruce nods. The desk sergeant immediately sits back up straight.
DESK SERGEANT
Mr. Wayne, I’m sorry I didn’t know. If you want I can call Lieutenant Flass to come and take your statement personally.
Bruce shakes his head no
BRUCE
No, that’s quite alright. I’m sure you’ve done enough for today.
Barbara smiles, Bruce looks towards her.
BRUCE
If you could just show me the way, miss.
Barbara stands and nods, smitten with Bruce.
INT. GOTHAM POLICE DEPARTMENT- STAIRWAY
The three (Bruce, Alfred, and Barbara) ascend the staircase, Barbara talking all the way.
BARBARA
My mother died last year, so now it’s just the two of us. He’s having a very hard time. Some nights he won’t even eat dinner unless I bring it up to him.
INT. GOTHAM POLICE DEPARTMENT- MAIN DESK
The Desk Sergeant leans forward, talking secretly on the phone. Quietly.
DESK SERGEANT
Bruce Wayne is here talking to “you-know-who.”
Silence. The desk sergeant nods.
INT. GOTHAM POLICE DEPARTMENT- SECOND FLOOR
Barbara motions towards her father, JIM GORDON, sitting behind a desk staring down towards a pad of notes.
BARBARA
That’s him.
EXT. GOTHAM CITY- MOVIE THEATER- FLASHBACK
Young Bruce kneels beside his father’s body. Crying. A man approaches him and bends down to his level. We see the name tag. J.W. Gordon.
GORDON (O.S.)
Everything will be ok.
Bruce reluctantly nods. How can anything ever be ok? Especially now.
INT. GOTHAM POLICE DEPARTMENT- SECOND FLOOR
Bruce recognized the man behind the desk immediately.
BARBARA
Dad.
Gordon looks up, he didn’t remember Bruce. It’s been a long time.
BARBARA
Bruce Wayne is here to see you.
Gordon stands up. Acknowledging.
GORDON
Bruce.
Gordon immediately stands up and moves towards a chalkboard that had a diagram with a lot of lines and arrows leading to WayneCorp. Bruce notices. Gordon smiles, acting as though nothing is going on.
GORDON
What can I do for you?
BRUCE
You were there. When my parents were murdered.
Gordon nods
BRUCE
So. Who killed them?
TO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW...