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

EXT.- ALLEY Outside The Theater where Bruce's Parents were murdered

Batman streaking down the Alley until he realizes where he is-

Flash back to Joe Chill

Batman freezes from the memory

CUT TO-
EXT.- Different Alley

Joker is hunched over someone, working feverishly with his back to the camera. Two of his Goons are standing closer to the camera watching their boss nervously.

Goon #1-
Uh, Joker

Joker, turning to reveal a mutilated Rachel Dawes with a bloody rictus grin.

What is it? Can't you see that I am busy? (He lifts her lifeless body with one hand and jesters with the other)

Goon #1- (looking at Goon #2 for support)
It's just thaaat

Goon #2-
You know they say she's friends with the Bat

Joker
THEY do, do they. You don't say. Friends with the Bat, eh?(bored by Miss Dawes he drops her in a heap as he leans over to pick up a shotgun) Well then. (he starts to walk toward the camera. His smile begins to grow...) Wait'll he gets a load from me! (He dramatically ***** the weapon as he begins to laugh)
 
EXT.- ALLEY Outside The Theater where Bruce's Parents were murdered

Batman streaking down the Alley until he realizes where he is-

Flash back to Joe Chill

Batman freezes from the memory

CUT TO-
EXT.- Different Alley

Joker is hunched over someone, working feverishly with his back to the camera. Two of his Goons are standing closer to the camera watching their boss nervously.

Goon #1-
Uh, Joker

Joker, turning to reveal a mutilated Rachel Dawes with a bloody rictus grin.

What is it? Can't you see that I am busy? (He lifts her lifeless body with one hand and jesters with the other)

Goon #1- (looking at Goon #2 for support)
It's just thaaat

Goon #2-
You know they say she's friends with the Bat

Joker
THEY do, do they. You don't say. Friends with the Bat, eh?(bored by Miss Dawes he drops her in a heap as he leans over to pick up a shotgun) Well then. (he starts to walk toward the camera. His smile begins to grow...) Wait'll he gets a load from me! (He dramatically ***** the weapon as he begins to laugh)

Thats pretty good. I like it. The way BB had an ode to B89 with "Im Batman", this could be their ode to B89 with the "Wait'll he gets a load from me". Nice.....
 
Some VERY good work in here guys! I thought I'd try my hand at this. I don't have any experience in script writing...so I probably don't have this formatted close to correctly... I'm actually just a weather geek....that's into Batman as much as I am meteorology....

I've taken the intro to "Batman: The Man Who Laughs" and changed some of the wording a little...to better fit with what happened in the first movie. I know this isn't the direction the coming movie is being taken, but I think this would be a good way to set up The Joker's appearance...before it happens. Spoken words, thoughts, or narration are in blue...incase all the scene switching and jumping makes it hard to follow along...

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EXT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - PARKING LOT - NIGHT

LIEUTENANT JAMES GORDON is just arriving on the scene as a body is being brought out of the warehouse, sheet-covered on a stretcher. Officers and medical workers are standing around, all with a look of shock, as if they had all seen a ghost. OFFICERS VINCENT AND MARONI have been on the Gotham City Police force for twenty years, and it is obvious that they have never been this traumatized.

GORDON
That bad in there?

OFFICER VINCENT
(obvious weak stomach)
You have no idea...

Just then, a paramedic carrying the stretcher partially drops his corner, and the sheet slides off to reveal a partially decomposed body, with a wide, horrifying grin on its face.

GORDON (V.O. and POV on corpse's face)
What the hell is happening to my city?

(Beat.)

How many MORE like that inside?

OFFICER VINCENT
Eight or nine, at least. Can't say for SURE, Lieutenant.

INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - MOMENTS LATER

Gordon is walking down the staircase that leads to the main loading room, where the rest of the bodies are located. A look of shock and disgust overtakes Gordon's face when he reaches the bottom of the staircase.

GORDON (Narration)
Three hours ago, a homeless veteran stumbled into this abandoned factory, looking for shelter from a passing storm. Pour soul.
CLOSE ON:

Gordon leaning against stair rail. Looks like he's about to "lose his lunch". Continued narration...

Poor soul. Beat cop found him running down Broadway screaming his lungs out ten minutes later. I don't blame him. I've been in combat, seen plenty of dead bodies...

WIDEN SHOT, as we take GORDON'S POV as he looks around the loading room. Dead, decomposing bodies...like the one on the stretcher...are practically everywhere. Continued narration...

...But I've never seen anything like THIS.

Beat. As we cut to newspapers from the last year, all headlining Batman's appearance in Gotham...and the taking down of Carmine Falcone. Continued narration.

Still, I'm not all that surprised, all the changes Gotham's been through in the last year... Like Batman trying to wage a one-man war on crime and corruption. Helped me take down a lot of crooked cops and got Carmine Falcone's hand from around the throat of this city. But in the end, no matter how you look at it...

Cut back to the warehouse scene as Gordon walking off the staircase and passes a dead, smiling body. Continued narration.

...the city has changed.

Flash to BATMAN chasing the JOKER CARD KILLER down a catwalk in a chemical plant. Continued narration.

Like that Joker card killer freak a few months back...the first major sign...after the big incident in the Narrows. The creep disappeared first time he got a look at Batman, though.

Cut back to warehouse scene.

But since then, it's just been a waiting game. Waiting for more of these freaks to start crawling out of the woodwork.

WIDE SHOT: Gordon's kneels over a body as he continues the narration.

And it's not just Gotham. The whole world is changing. Read about some Super-Man in the Daily Planet not long ago. And someone called The Flash in Keystone, apparently runs faster than the speed of sound.

CLOSE ON: Corpse's face...with the same smile as the others...as Gordon is beginning to look away. Continued narration.

I guess THIS is my world now. Cops and killers...a guy dressed as a Bat, taking down criminals..and people who do things like THIS.

We move the camera angle upward as Gordon hears a thud behind him. BATMAN has landed on a catwalk above and behind Gordon, having already surveyed the carnage for himself.

BATMAN
Lieutenant Gordon

GORDON
I was hoping you'd be here...

Cut back to Gordon as Batman jumps down to stand beside him, in front of the body.

GORDON
...What do you think?

BATMAN
I think it's bad...

Beat. As we CLOSE ON Batman's face.

Some of these people have been dead for nearly a MONTH. I think whoever did this was PRACTICING on them.

Cut quickly to a CLOSE ON the corpse's face. Then to Gordon.

GORDON
Good God.

WIDE SHOT on Batman and Gordon talking.

BATMAN
And I think it's just the beginning...

GORDON
Oh great...

Cut to Batman and Gordon standing in the doorway, exiting.

GORDON
What the HELL is happening to my city?

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*The Joker is seen in a firing range.

*Brams playing in the background (he loves the classics.)

*Goes off on a rant on how music today is nothing but watered down cookie cutter nonsense.

*After the diatribe, Joker shifts momentum back to the subject at hand.
Yells "Now watch this shot" at the chronies.

*Only Harley is enthralled by the Jokers accuracy.

*The goons are shown, horrified and disgusted.

*Joker orders goons to reel in the target sheet to observe his progress.

*Camera pans to life sized version of a target sheet. However, instead of there being a simple outline of a person, there is an actual person - Rachel Dawes with holes in her head, chest and legs.

*Harley claps. Joker bows. Heads to the next booth over. Pulls out bazooka. Body of detective Flass is shown.

*Boom.
 
*The Joker is seen in a firing range.

*Brams playing in the background (he loves the classics.)

*Goes off on a rant on how music today is nothing but watered down cookie cutter nonsense.

*After the diatribe, Joker shifts momentum back to the subject at hand.
Yells "Now watch this shot" at the chronies.

*Only Harley is enthralled by the Jokers accuracy.

*The goons are shown, horrified and disgusted.

*Joker orders goons to reel in the target sheet to observe his progress.

*Camera pans to life sized version of a target sheet. However, instead of there being a simple outline of a person, there is an actual person - Rachel Dawes with holes in her head, chest and legs.

*Harley claps. Joker bows. Heads to the next booth over. Pulls out bazooka. Body of detective Flass is shown.

*Boom.

That would be sick! I mean that both literally and figuratively.
 
I personally would like Dent to be married to Gilda in this movie and maybe have a subplot where he has an affair with Rachel and Gilda finds out.
 
Im reading Dark Victory right now and it really seems like there could be alot of inspiration from TLH and DV. That would make for a great movie aside from poison ivey, solomen grundy and freeze
 
Here's an idea for the "surprise" ending. Premise: Batman and Gordon are talking on top of GCPD, and Dent's broken out of the hospital after seeing the scarring on his face. Check it out...

BATMAN and CAPTAIN GORDON stand facing each other. Gordon leans against a ledge, sipping a foam cup filled with steaming coffee, while Batman's cape WRAPS around his body in the gently blowing wind.

BATMAN
Dent's as much a danger to himself as to others, Captain. We have to find him.

Gordon nods sadly.

GORDON
I know...but where do we start?

Batman walks over and looks out over the Gotham skyline.

BATMAN
No.

GORDON
No what?

BATMAN
No "we" Captain. Let me track Dent. At least at first.

CLOSE ON: Gordon nods, and as he takes another sip of coffee...

CUT TO:


A SHOT GLASS slams down on a polished WOOD BAR. The camera pulls back and we see DETECTIVE FLASS balancing his heavy body on a small stool. The barkeep walks up and deftly SWIPES the shot glass from the bar.

BARKEEP
That's enough for tonight, Flass.

FLASS
(inebriated)
Aw c'mon 'keep! Jus' one more--

BARKEEP
(interrupts)
I said no more, now get your fat ass outta my bar before I call the cops!

CUT TO:

A bouncer shoves Flass OUTSIDE. Flass topples in a drunken stupor and walks down the sidewalk. SNOWFLAKES begin to fall, and Flass wraps his coat tight around his large frame.

FLASS
(slurred, to himself)
I am the cops, dumbass.

Suddenly, a FIGURE steps out of an alley. He is shadowed, and we can't see his face. He and Flass stand on either side of a streetlamp's beam.

We hear a familiar metallic CLING.

FIGURE
(pleasant)
Good evening, Detective Flass.

FLASS
(stunned)
Who..who the hell're you?

CLOSE ON: The Figure chuckles and takes one step towards the streetlamp, and we meet the snickering face of HARVEY DENT, seemingly unscathed.

FLASS
Wha... Dent? But..you..you're in the hospital. What're you..

DENT
Doctor said I'm just fine. That the damage was psychological.

Dent smiles and turns his head to the left.

CLOSE ON: The left side of his face is revealed to be ONE GIANT SCAR. His flesh is the color of raw meat, and parts of his lips have melted away, revealing teeth. His hair is also mostly gone. The whole sight is enough to make us vomit.

DENT
(cynical)
Well...most of the damage, anyway.

Flass backs away slowly, with an air of stunned, sudden sobriety as Dent raises a GUN.

Flass STOPS and raises his hands.

FLASS
Wait! Dent, please! It wasn't my idea..he told me to do it, he told--

With a loud BANG! Flass flops onto the pavement.

ANGLE UP FROM BODY: Dent walks over, bends down and taps Flass with the barrel of the gun. No response.

DENT
Looks like the Boss is gonna need a new employee, pal.

Dent walks away.

FADE TO BLACK. END CREDITS.
 
This is geting pretty favourable early reviews in the News thread, so I figured I'd post it again in here. :oldrazz:

I haven't done any real screenwriting, so you'll have to forgive my hack job of formatting, etc.

Gordon sits at his desk, a young cop interupts him, looking unsettled.
GORDON: What's the matter? What did he do?
COP: Its, uh, we uh, we took his makeup off. Look, you have to see this.

Pan into view of Joker's cell, he's facing away from the camera, seated on his bed, arched over. His skin is stark white and flesh coloured makeup is dripped down his back in certain areas.

GORDON: My god.

The Joker turns his head to look at Gordon and SMILES.
 
Can somebody tell me how to attach files? Or at least copy/paste from another document? Because I wrote the scene where Dent gets scarred in SceneWriter Pro, but I can't get it on here. Here's my idea of the final scene.

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Harvey Dent is in his limo, scarred. He is silent and brooding. Paparazzi surround him, chasing the car down the street, shouting questions and flashing cameras. Harvey clenches his fist and whispers to himself "Just leave me alone..."
Driver:"What was that, Mr. Dent?"
Harvey: "Stop the car."
Harvey gets out, and the volume increases along with the camera flashes. One brazen reporter asks "Mr. Dent, what do you have to say to those who accuse you of Maroni's murder?"
Dent looks at her for a long moment, clenching his fist. Then he smiles. "Do you have a quarter on you?"
She looks puzzles. "Uh, yeah, here."
Dent takes it, flips it in the air, and catches it. He places it on the back of his hand. "Heads or tails?"
"Tails."
Dent reveals the coin: heads.
He looks at her and gives her a smile entirely devoid of warmth.
FADE OUT.
 
the mighty wind that sounds really cool. it would be awesome if the camera started at a close up of jokers eyes then slowly pulled back to see that his hands and his face where in the famous pose that of from the Killing Joke. the one where he is laughing and the jokers hands are running through his hair.
 
***GCPD sirens are in the distance as they come closer to the abandoned carnival***

As Batman is tying up the Joker in the room with 100 mirrors the Joker turns to him and says a Joke.

Batman doesn't laugh.

Joker gets taken away laughing maniacally
 
EXT.- ALLEY Outside The Theater where Bruce's Parents were murdered

Batman streaking down the Alley until he realizes where he is-

Flash back to Joe Chill

Batman freezes from the memory

CUT TO-
EXT.- Different Alley

Joker is hunched over someone, working feverishly with his back to the camera. Two of his Goons are standing closer to the camera watching their boss nervously.

Goon #1-
Uh, Joker

Joker, turning to reveal a mutilated Rachel Dawes with a bloody rictus grin.

What is it? Can't you see that I am busy? (He lifts her lifeless body with one hand and jesters with the other)

Goon #1- (looking at Goon #2 for support)
It's just thaaat

Goon #2-
You know they say she's friends with the Bat

Joker
THEY do, do they. You don't say. Friends with the Bat, eh?(bored by Miss Dawes he drops her in a heap as he leans over to pick up a shotgun) Well then. (he starts to walk toward the camera. His smile begins to grow...) Wait'll he gets a load from me! (He dramatically ***** the weapon as he begins to laugh)
great idea. i love the face gutted rachel idea
 
We see Batman going into the Joker's lair. It can be a abandoned warehouse or it can be a theme park. It is very dark however, Batman does not show any fear or hesitence to go inside.
I would prefer him to eventually be caught up in a hall of mirrors. It is here that on some of the mirrors HA HA with an arrow sign have been spary painted on.
Eventually, Batman enters a room that is surrounded in mirrors which all have HA! written on them. In the middle of the floor lays a body. In the background the whole time you hear faint laughter. Batman stops for just a moment then approaches the body carefully. It is dark so we can not fully make out who the figure is. Batman then walks up next to the body then slowly, has the background music begins to quicken, he reaches for the body and pulls it so it is laying on its back.
To Batman's shock and horror it is Rachel with a huge gash cut across her face resembling a smile. She is in fact dead, with blood apon her face and body. Batman kneels down begining to almost cry. He cradles her in his arm. And as he looks up at the mirrors he sees himself holding her.
There is then quick flashbacks to when his parents were killed almost like snapshots. Back and forth from the present to the past.
Batman's saddness then turns to anger has he screams with rage towards the ceiling and the last shot of the scene would be him holding Rachel in his arms in the middle of all these mirrors with HA HA HA! written on them.

This would not be the last scene of the movie but later on Batman goes after the Joker and they have a confrontation. To which Batman gets the upper hand and beats the he** out of the Joker and in his rage is fixing to kill him until Jim Gordon stops him. He puts his hand on his shoulder and tells him that he is not a murderer and that if his does kill him he will be no different from the Joker. We then see once again numerous quick flashbacks of Rachel and his parents to which point Batman/Bruce lets go of the Joker.

This is just a quick two scene thing that IMO I would love to see. I wrote it real fast so forgive me for it and I wish I could write more but gotta go.
P.S. These are great scenes that a lot of you have wrote by the way keep them coming. And I have not read all of them so please forgive me if I accidently used someone's similar idea thanks.
 
Bruce at the opera watching Pagliacci, the one about the tragic clown.
 
I want to see Killer Croc eating someone's face, but I guess that's for another Batfilm, the one in my head.
 
I hope to see Scarface the puppet one day, not as a little mobster dummy but as a creepy little doll possessing his ventiloquist master (like with Anthony Hopkins in the wonderful "Magic"). That would rock. That and Batman skewering Killer Croc with a spear, St Georges slaying the dragon, Arkham asylum style.
 
Hey there. Newbie here. :word: I've been lurking for a while now. I don't really post all that often. I more so just like to hear what everyone else has to say/think.

But I must say that I love this thread, and I came up with a little scene. (I have more in my head)

I'm an author, too, so hopefully it won't be too lame lol)



(scene where Joker has Rachel hostage)(I wanted to delve into Nolan's "human" aspect of Mr. J)


Rachel is tied to the leg of a desk in the corner of a room. She's been trying for a while to wriggle free of the knots, but no avail. The room is dark--very little light.
Not fifteen feet away is the Joker, seated in a chair, reclined back. He is almost in the shadows. He stares solemnly at the wall, rotating his knife calmly and slowly between his fingers. He does not face her. His profile does. Over the deep purple suit, he is still donned in the black trench.

Rachel, summoning bravery: Are you just going to sit there?

Joker: (quietly) Hush. The lion sleeps.

Rachel gives him a WTH look.

(silence fills the room again)

Joker: (breaking the stillness) You know what's funny? (he speaks softly into the dead air)

Rachel doesn't answer.

Joker: (I'm taking this from the fake trailer, cuz I thought it was a helluva speech) The act of laughter... (he recites this entire droll almost to himself) the sweet attraction... with the muscles of the face. (he continues to twirl the knife) The PLEASANT aggitation of the vocal organs... (he is enraptured by this thought) (almost whispered now) It's not beauty... nor totally within the jurisdiction of ourselves. (the knife twirling slows) Simply put... (knife twirling stops) the essence of laughter... (now it is whispered) is insanity.

(silence falls again)

Rachel continues to STARE at him, at a loss of what to say.

Joker seems to pull himself out of his reverie. He clears his throat.
Joker: You know what else is funny? (he finally looks at her)

Rachel: (she's afraid to even ask)(she stares)

Joker looks away, smiling slightly, admiring the knife in his hands.
Joker: (after a long pause) I was voted "Best Looks" in my graduating class. (dead silence again)

Joker begins to laugh. But it is not so much the manic laughter as before. This laugh is almost regretful/saddened.

Rachel, waiting until he's finished: Are... you going to kill me?

Joker: (sighing heavily) Let's burn that bridge when we get to it, Ms. Dawes.




Hope you like! :woot: Being a girl and all, I had to touch on Heath's good looks. Lol. He's going to KILL as the Joker. Reading the descriptions of the WW footage was unlike anything I've ever experienced. Batman Begins had me leaving the theater with chills and excitement. I can't wait for TDK. :hyper:

I'll post some artwork up later,too.


-Shadow
 
INT. A DARK ROOM - NIGHT

HARVEY DENT stirs, then lifts his head, opening his eyes. His normally handsome blond hair is unkempt, sweaty, hanging into his face. His left cheek is bruised. He shifts his jaw, tries to feel it with his hands, but he can't - he's bound to a chair.

He is awake now, and startled. He looks ahead sharply, the room coming into focus. There's a window in the back, and it's raining outside. A single, industrial lamp hangs from the ceiling, casting a somber gleam upon Dent and
the man sitting across from him:

Gray-haired, handsome, smiling, with eyes so black they look as though they've been painted on, SALVATORE MARONI is sitting in a chair identical to Dent's. His hands are clasped in front of him, and he looks happy to see Dent.

SALVATORE MARONI
(cheerily)
Finally. Thought you'd never wake up, Harv. Hope you had a nice rest.

Dent isn't going for it.

HARVEY DENT
(through gritted teeth)
You can stop right there. You're not going to charm me, put on some false face. I'm not even going to let you try. Don't pretend. My God, man, have you no dignity? You sell drugs to children and you shoot men in crowded places, and you laugh in your rat-hole and pour yourself a drink because you feel like you've won, and you'll do it again tomorrow.

Maroni is still smiling, but listening, too.

HARVEY DENT
And when somebody confronts you in public, when they say "Come out, goddamn you! We're not afraid of you, so by God, why don't you come out? Come out with your hands up and that way it'll be of your own volition, because we'll get you someday, you can bet your sorry wreck of a life on that. We'll get you, and you'll rot, but you can make on your terms, we're giving you that!" We're giving you that, damn it all! No, no, no that's not good enough for you. You skulk and you plot and you send two men you found in the sewers to come get the attorney, "Come bring him to me!" you say. "Come and bring him, because I can't face him in daylight, I slither on my belly and I know that I'm dirt and that's why I can't face my enemy unless he's bound to a chair and I can hold a gun to his head, because I'm not good enough to do otherwise, because I'm a damned coward and I've got no pride because-"

SALVATORE MARONI
And I think that's enough, Mr. Dent. I didn't know you were that passionate. Y'gotta lot of pride, don't you?

Dent refuses to look at Maroni. He looks off to the side, instead, and sees that they are surrounded by six thugs.

SALVATORE MARONI (CONT'D)
And that's important to you, i'n't it?

Maroni's voice jerks him back, and Dent nods, tight-lipped. Maroni heaves a sigh and stands up. He begins to rummage through the pockets of his coat.

SALVATORE MARONI (CONT'D)
Y'know I really didn't intend to do a lot of soul-searching today. Nah, I figured I'd rape a few puppies after I was done with you, maybe smoke a joint with my little nephews. After all, isn't that how people like me spend their free time? But I have to get something from you first, and after that you can go. Don't make that face at me, Harv. I like you. You got guts. That's why I want us to be friends, and we can't do that if you're trying to land me in the clinker.

HARVEY DENT
I'm not going along with you on anything, so you can just kill me now and leave my body for Gordon to find, or whatever you want. You're wasting my time and your time. You can even fit in an extra rape if you finish me now.

Maroni's located something in his coat, because his hands are still now.

SALVATORE MARONI
(chuckling)
See, but I knew we'd get to that, because I knew you wouldn't be afraid. Y'wouldn't be in a business like y'are if you were afraid of gettin' whacked. 'Sides you haven't even let me tell me what I want.

HARVEY DENT
(exasperated)
Because it's a waste of breath.

SALVATORE MARONI
(holding up a hand)
Hear me out. Now I know y'trying to connect me to the Joker, right? Thas' what I thought. He used to work for me, yeah. He's gone a lil' loopy though. So he don't work for me no more. So all you gotta do is drop that. I'm plainly in the right here. Y'can't even argue.

HARVEY DENT
The fact is that you have just admitted that you have a link to this criminal and are therefore indirectly responsible for too many armed robberies and murders for my office to cover in years. I'm not dropping it, and it doesn't matter, because you're going to kill me soon anyway.

SALVATORE MARONI
(softly)
That's where you're wrong, Harv.

Maroni pulls out a bottle from his coat pocket. It's a small spray bottle, like a little girl would use for perfume.

SALVATORE MARONI (CONT'D)
Y'don't know what this is. This isn't perfume. Not nice, no. It's acid. And it doesn't like skin, no. Ah, that's gettin' to ya, isn't it? You don't like the thought of me squirtin' this on you.

Maroni walks around to the back of Dent's chair where his hands are tied.

SALVATORE MARONI (CONT'D)
I wouldn't lie to ya, Harv. This is gonna hurt a lot.

Harvey yells out as Maroni sprays his hand, and an incredible, stinging pain shoots all the way up his arm. The hand turns ashy, sores spring up, and the fingers seem to grow shorter. Maroni walks back around and looks at Dent with a sad smile.

SALVATORE MARONI (CONT'D)
You can just promise me and you'll walk out of here with an interestin' battle scar.

HARVEY DENT
(panting)
Just kill me.

SALVATORE MARONI
(shaking his head)
Nah, this is worse for you, isn't it? I'll get what I want this way.

BATMAN
No you won't.

The room erupts into a chaos of gunfire and shouts as BATMAN swoops through a vent in the ceiling. Maroni draws a gun, but can only look on, stunned, in the dim light as an unthinkable spectre demolishes his thugs one after another. One shoots Batman in the chest, he is slammed to the floor. Another gets in a shot to the gut and promptly falls to the ground with a broken hand.

Batman turns and throws a neatly aimed batarang: Dent's bonds are cut, and he extricates himself from the chair. Maroni sees him and shoots, but misses horribly: the bullet dents the lamp and sends it swinging as Dent tackles Maroni to the ground. The gun goes flying across the room. They throw punches as Dent, incredibly, keeps talking.

HARVEY DENT
You have the right to remain silent!

Maronis belts Dent in the stomach, who falls to the side and kicks Maroni in the chest. He grunts in pain.

HARVEY DENT (CONT'D)
You have the right to an attorney-

Dent once more is on top of Maroni. He clips him in the jaw, and Maroni retaliates by twisting his legs and knocking Dent sprawling. Maroni scuttles to the side and picks up the spray bottle as Dent approaches, walking fast and still speaking.

HARVEY DENT (CONT'D)
If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you at interr-

Maroni stands and blasts Dent in the face with the spray.

Batman dispatches the last of the thugs as a hellish shriek comes from the other side of the room. He whips his head around and sees Harvey Dent, hunched over, still screaming as if his soul is being rent in two, his hands over his face, one hand withered and covered with sores, the other strong and healthy. Maroni is standing aside, massaging his jaw with a cruel look of satisfaction.

All of a sudden, before Batman can even approach them, Dent turns and absolutely TEARS into Maroni. We're talking nails, teeth, kicks, punches, everything. Before we know it, Maroni is bleeding from eight different places and his clothes are ripped as he lies on the ground and is being destroyed by something akin to a wild tiger in a suit.

HARVEY DENT (CONT'D)
AAOH MY GOD YOU ****ING BASTARD!!! YOU KILLED MY FACE, YOU SON OF A *****! I'LL KILL YOU, KILL YOU KILL YOU KILL YOU! YOU'LL DIE YOU *****! KILL YOU!

BATMAN
(shouting)
HARVEY!

Batman swoops in and pulls Dent off. It takes an unbelievable amount of effort and even then Dent continues to thrash, scrabbling uselessly at Batman, until finally he goes limp, sobbing, one hand over the ruined half of his face as Batman holds him to himself, tragedy in his eyes. They stand there for a while over the crumpled ragdoll that had once been Salvatore Maroni.

Harvey continues to sob.
 
INT. A DARK ROOM - NIGHT

HARVEY DENT stirs, then lifts his head, opening his eyes. His normally handsome blond hair is unkempt, sweaty, hanging into his face. His left cheek is bruised. He shifts his jaw, tries to feel it with his hands, but he can't - he's bound to a chair.

He is awake now, and startled. He looks ahead sharply, the room coming into focus. There's a window in the back, and it's raining outside. A single, industrial lamp hangs from the ceiling, casting a somber gleam upon Dent and
the man sitting across from him:

Gray-haired, handsome, smiling, with eyes so black they look as though they've been painted on, SALVATORE MARONI is sitting in a chair identical to Dent's. His hands are clasped in front of him, and he looks happy to see Dent.

SALVATORE MARONI
(cheerily)
Finally. Thought you'd never wake up, Harv. Hope you had a nice rest.

Dent isn't going for it.

HARVEY DENT
(through gritted teeth)
You can stop right there. You're not going to charm me, put on some false face. I'm not even going to let you try. Don't pretend. My God, man, have you no dignity? You sell drugs to children and you shoot men in crowded places, and you laugh in your rat-hole and pour yourself a drink because you feel like you've won, and you'll do it again tomorrow.

Maroni is still smiling, but listening, too.

HARVEY DENT
And when somebody confronts you in public, when they say "Come out, goddamn you! We're not afraid of you, so by God, why don't you come out? Come out with your hands up and that way it'll be of your own volition, because we'll get you someday, you can bet your sorry wreck of a life on that. We'll get you, and you'll rot, but you can make on your terms, we're giving you that!" We're giving you that, damn it all! No, no, no that's not good enough for you. You skulk and you plot and you send two men you found in the sewers to come get the attorney, "Come bring him to me!" you say. "Come and bring him, because I can't face him in daylight, I slither on my belly and I know that I'm dirt and that's why I can't face my enemy unless he's bound to a chair and I can hold a gun to his head, because I'm not good enough to do otherwise, because I'm a damned coward and I've got no pride because-"

SALVATORE MARONI
And I think that's enough, Mr. Dent. I didn't know you were that passionate. Y'gotta lot of pride, don't you?

Dent refuses to look at Maroni. He looks off to the side, instead, and sees that they are surrounded by six thugs.

SALVATORE MARONI (CONT'D)
And that's important to you, i'n't it?

Maroni's voice jerks him back, and Dent nods, tight-lipped. Maroni heaves a sigh and stands up. He begins to rummage through the pockets of his coat.

SALVATORE MARONI (CONT'D)
Y'know I really didn't intend to do a lot of soul-searching today. Nah, I figured I'd rape a few puppies after I was done with you, maybe smoke a joint with my little nephews. After all, isn't that how people like me spend their free time? But I have to get something from you first, and after that you can go. Don't make that face at me, Harv. I like you. You got guts. That's why I want us to be friends, and we can't do that if you're trying to land me in the clinker.

HARVEY DENT
I'm not going along with you on anything, so you can just kill me now and leave my body for Gordon to find, or whatever you want. You're wasting my time and your time. You can even fit in an extra rape if you finish me now.

Maroni's located something in his coat, because his hands are still now.

SALVATORE MARONI
(chuckling)
See, but I knew we'd get to that, because I knew you wouldn't be afraid. Y'wouldn't be in a business like y'are if you were afraid of gettin' whacked. 'Sides you haven't even let me tell me what I want.

HARVEY DENT
(exasperated)
Because it's a waste of breath.

SALVATORE MARONI
(holding up a hand)
Hear me out. Now I know y'trying to connect me to the Joker, right? Thas' what I thought. He used to work for me, yeah. He's gone a lil' loopy though. So he don't work for me no more. So all you gotta do is drop that. I'm plainly in the right here. Y'can't even argue.

HARVEY DENT
The fact is that you have just admitted that you have a link to this criminal and are therefore indirectly responsible for too many armed robberies and murders for my office to cover in years. I'm not dropping it, and it doesn't matter, because you're going to kill me soon anyway.

SALVATORE MARONI
(softly)
That's where you're wrong, Harv.

Maroni pulls out a bottle from his coat pocket. It's a small spray bottle, like a little girl would use for perfume.

SALVATORE MARONI (CONT'D)
Y'don't know what this is. This isn't perfume. Not nice, no. It's acid. And it doesn't like skin, no. Ah, that's gettin' to ya, isn't it? You don't like the thought of me squirtin' this on you.

Maroni walks around to the back of Dent's chair where his hands are tied.

SALVATORE MARONI (CONT'D)
I wouldn't lie to ya, Harv. This is gonna hurt a lot.

Harvey yells out as Maroni sprays his hand, and an incredible, stinging pain shoots all the way up his arm. The hand turns ashy, sores spring up, and the fingers seem to grow shorter. Maroni walks back around and looks at Dent with a sad smile.

SALVATORE MARONI (CONT'D)
You can just promise me and you'll walk out of here with an interestin' battle scar.

HARVEY DENT
(panting)
Just kill me.

SALVATORE MARONI
(shaking his head)
Nah, this is worse for you, isn't it? I'll get what I want this way.

BATMAN
No you won't.

The room erupts into a chaos of gunfire and shouts as BATMAN swoops through a vent in the ceiling. Maroni draws a gun, but can only look on, stunned, in the dim light as an unthinkable spectre demolishes his thugs one after another. One shoots Batman in the chest, he is slammed to the floor. Another gets in a shot to the gut and promptly falls to the ground with a broken hand.

Batman turns and throws a neatly aimed batarang: Dent's bonds are cut, and he extricates himself from the chair. Maroni sees him and shoots, but misses horribly: the bullet dents the lamp and sends it swinging as Dent tackles Maroni to the ground. The gun goes flying across the room. They throw punches as Dent, incredibly, keeps talking.

HARVEY DENT
You have the right to remain silent!

Maronis belts Dent in the stomach, who falls to the side and kicks Maroni in the chest. He grunts in pain.

HARVEY DENT (CONT'D)
You have the right to an attorney-

Dent once more is on top of Maroni. He clips him in the jaw, and Maroni retaliates by twisting his legs and knocking Dent sprawling. Maroni scuttles to the side and picks up the spray bottle as Dent approaches, walking fast and still speaking.

HARVEY DENT (CONT'D)
If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you at interr-

Maroni stands and blasts Dent in the face with the spray.

Batman dispatches the last of the thugs as a hellish shriek comes from the other side of the room. He whips his head around and sees Harvey Dent, hunched over, still screaming as if his soul is being rent in two, his hands over his face, one hand withered and covered with sores, the other strong and healthy. Maroni is standing aside, massaging his jaw with a cruel look of satisfaction.

All of a sudden, before Batman can even approach them, Dent turns and absolutely TEARS into Maroni. We're talking nails, teeth, kicks, punches, everything. Before we know it, Maroni is bleeding from eight different places and his clothes are ripped as he lies on the ground and is being destroyed by something akin to a wild tiger in a suit.

HARVEY DENT (CONT'D)
AAOH MY GOD YOU ****ING BASTARD!!! YOU KILLED MY FACE, YOU SON OF A *****! I'LL KILL YOU, KILL YOU KILL YOU KILL YOU! YOU'LL DIE YOU *****! KILL YOU!

BATMAN
(shouting)
HARVEY!

Batman swoops in and pulls Dent off. It takes an unbelievable amount of effort and even then Dent continues to thrash, scrabbling uselessly at Batman, until finally he goes limp, sobbing, one hand over the ruined half of his face as Batman holds him to himself, tragedy in his eyes. They stand there for a while over the crumpled ragdoll that had once been Salvatore Maroni.

Harvey continues to sob.

I loved this screenplay. good job souperman. :joker:
 
The dialogue needs some work. It's a good scene overall though I think. Thanks.
 

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