The Dark Knight Calling All Creative People: Write Scenes that YOU'D Want to see in The Dark Knight!

[CaptainClown]

that sounds very sexual

 

[Eggyman]

I've had an idea about the interrogation room scene. I was mulling it over because I didn't like the idea that the police let Batman into the building and into the room. I find it more comfortable to write in standard, non-script format, so please forgive.


The hinges creek as the steel door is pushed open. Two of Gotham's finest enter the room, leading a painted nightmare to a table and chair in the middle of the bright, sterile room.

'Sit there,' the elder (and fatter) of the two policemen says. He pushes The Joker into the chair, and then starts to back away.

'Stay quiet. The Commissioner will be here soon -- you'll be able to do all the talking you want when he arrives.' The younger officer looks at the clown-faced maniac for a responce, doesn't get one. He shifts his gut and looks at his colleague. The eye contact is enough and they both walk out of the room, leaving the maniac to cackle in private.

As the door shuts, there is a darkness exposed from behind it. It's Batman, somehow inside the station and awaiting his chance at confronting The Joker.

The Joker, even though he's sat facing away from where the masked avenger emerges, starts to laugh -- not a humorous laugh, it is a laugh of hate and weary insanity. 'Come and have a seat Bats,' he says, smirking. 'It's about time us crackpots had a chinwag.' More laughter, louder this time, erupts from the scarred mouth.

_________________________________________________

Ok, you get my point. Sorry for the poor quality, but it's nearly tea time and I just wanted to give a rough idea of how I'd like that scene to begin.

 

[kidbateman]

Scene: A room in the cave with little to no light. Batman is doing dips as Alfred walks in.Over the shoulder shot as Alfred walks in as Batman breaths heavily.

Alfred: Good morning Master Bruce. How was the nightly prowl?

(Batman ignores him as he is deep in his work out.)

Alfred: Well then. Here is your schedule for today. You have a meeting to discuss that microwave emitter mishap and a lunch with a reporter from Metropolis... Master Bruce? Master Bruce.

Bruce: What is it?

(He says with a tone.)

Alfred: Here is your daily schedule, Sir.

Bruce: He can deal with these interferences later.

Alfred: Who, Sir?

Bruce: What?

Alfred: You are getting lost inside that monster again, aren’t you...? You just referred to yourself as another person.

Bruce: It is…

Alfred: It is what? As I recall you said that He was an instrument that you would use. But I fear it is becoming the other way around.

(Alfred stares at Bruce and turns to leave.)

Bruce: I…

(Alfred stops.)

Alfred: Yes, Master Bruce?

Bruce: Have I always been a monster?

Alfred. You are not the monster. He is.

Bruce: Will it ever end?

Alfred: Only when you are ready to accept it.

 

[Changeling]

I've had an idea about the interrogation room scene. I was mulling it over because I didn't like the idea that the police let Batman into the building and into the room. I find it more comfortable to write in standard, non-script format, so please forgive.


The hinges creek as the steel door is pushed open. Two of Gotham's finest enter the room, leading a painted nightmare to a table and chair in the middle of the bright, sterile room.

'Sit there,' the elder (and fatter) of the two policemen says. He pushes The Joker into the chair, and then starts to back away.

'Stay quiet. The Commissioner will be here soon -- you'll be able to do all the talking you want when he arrives.' The younger officer looks at the clown-faced maniac for a responce, doesn't get one. He shifts his gut and looks at his colleague. The eye contact is enough and they both walk out of the room, leaving the maniac to cackle in private.

As the door shuts, there is a darkness exposed from behind it. It's Batman, somehow inside the station and awaiting his chance at confronting The Joker.

The Joker, even though he's sat facing away from where the masked avenger emerges, starts to laugh -- not a humorous laugh, it is a laugh of hate and weary insanity. 'Come and have a seat Bats,' he says, smirking. 'It's about time us crackpots had a chinwag.' More laughter, louder this time, erupts from the scarred mouth.

_________________________________________________

Ok, you get my point. Sorry for the poor quality, but it's nearly tea time and I just wanted to give a rough idea of how I'd like that scene to begin.

I was looking at old threads and I found this post. It's eerily familiar to the scene in the Dark Knight, no? I found it quite weird.

 

[blightsbiohazar]

I had an idea for the last scene of the film being reworked a bit. I like how he just zoomed off into the distance but perhaps an after credits scene or something?

We see a young, blond female doctor walking down the hallways. We don't immediately recognize the place but we know it's arkham asylum. She's glancing at her notes shaking her head scanning over the paperwork. Finally she stops and buzzes herself into one of the cells. Two guards are outside but she tells them "I'll be fine." The light comes on and Joker is sitting there staring right at her. No makeup this time. The shot would be pretty intense. She stammers for a second before he says "You wanna know how I got these scars?"


end of movie, way to hint at Harley.

 

[gwynplaine]

^^^^ Maybe he should say instead : "Hello, Clarice".

 

[JokerLedger]

When Joker was walking down the street shooting his machine gun at the oncoming car.... I want to see bystanders running away and him shooting at them... laughing

That would've been rated R though haha.

 

[Jokerluv]

Okay this is a scene that was taken out of a story I wrote awhile ago. I tried to make it as close to Screenplay writing as possible, so be kind, LOL.

Scene: Joker and Moroni are meeting in an office where the Joker has found out Moroni screwed him over in a business deal they had. Moroni and Joker's men are in the room as well.

Moroni: I hope there are no hurt feelings, I mean business is business.

Joker (handing him a drink): Yes, business is business, but sometimes personal issues have a way of making themselves known.

Joker (sits behind the desk): Well, let’s get down to business, shall we?

Moroni: Yes, we shall.

Taking out the thick file Joker begins signing the papers. Turning towards his men, Moroni smiled arrogantly. When he is finished, he slides the folder over to ex-partner.

Moroni scans the documents and his mouth falls open.

Joker: Is there a problem?

Moroni: What the hell is this?

Joker: I don’t know, you tell me,

(his fingers turned the papers around, so he can read them)

Well, will you look at that, you no longer own anything. MMM, did you know about this?

Moroni: Shut up!!! What did you do?

Joker: You should always be careful of snakes, I hear their bite can be poisonous?
Especially the velvet ones. Then again, you’ve already met one, haven’t you? I believe his name is Tony DeSalvo. You remember Tony don’t you? The man’s club you stole, as well as his sister’s life. Well, it seems he’s never quite forgiven you and has a friend by the name of Victor Edwards, sound familiar? It should considering that Victor owns Edwards Title Company. So, in exchange for his club, all the deeds that we purchased together, now belong to yours truly. Oh, minus the Velvet Snake of course, that now belongs to its original owner, Tony DeSalvo.

(Pulling out his pen)

Joker: Sign them.

Dino: (draws gun) You son of a....

The Joker’s men are quick to retaliate.

Moroni: It’s alright. What’s done is done, it’s over.

Dino lowers weapon and the Joker wiggles the pen in front of Moroni’s face. Repulsed, he grabbed the pen and began signing the documents. The Joker closely examines everything he did, as he rocks back and forth.

When Moroni finishes, he slams the pen down, straightens up, and holds out his hand. The Joker looks down at it, then back up at Moroni and firmly shakes his hand.

Joker: As always, it was a pleasure doing business with you. You’ll forgive me for not showing you the way out, I’m a little busy with all these companies I’m running, Mark will show you the way out.

Mark begins to escort the men out of the room.

Joker: Oh by the way…(shoots Dino in the head)

Gunfire erupts. The walls, carpet, and drapes are splashed with blood. Bodies fall to the floor as men shout. The air soon fills with the foul stench of gun powder and death. Moroni is hiding behind a chair and watch as his men collapse.

(Unaware of his presence, Moroni is lifted off the ground and onto his feet)

Joker: (whispers in his ear) See you in hell

He brings his blade across his throat. Moroni gurgles as his blood pours down his body and onto the floor below. The Joker’s eyes slowly close as he lets go of Moroni’s body, relishing the way it slid down his, and hits the floor with a sickly thud.

END