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

[MAKIEVELLI]

The dialogue needs some work. It's a good scene overall though I think. Thanks.

It's aight

 

[GoblinsBack2K7]

(Saw the thread, quickly jotted this down. Many thanks to "The Killing Joke" by Alan Moore:(Based on the spoiled pics from a few months ago)INT: GCPD, INTERROGATION ROOM. BATMAN is pacing around THE JOKER, who is staring down at the table, never looking BATMAN in the eye.

BATMAN: "Where is she?"
JOKER: "Why are you dressed like a bat?"
BATMAN: "Where is Rachel?"
JOKER: "Why not a gorilla, or a tiger?"

(BATMAN slams his fists down on the table, but Joker still stares away from him.)

BATMAN: "WHERE...IS...RACHEL?"
JOKER: "Maybe they were sold out of those costumes..."

(JOKER begins to laugh at the thought. BATMAN grabs JOKER and throws him against the wall, before pushing him back into the chair.)

BATMAN: "TELL ME WHERE SHE IS YOU MONSTER!"

(JOKER finally looks up at BATMAN now, smiling)

JOKER: "We're all monsters deep down. We just keep it locked up most of our lives...But all it takes is one bad day and that monster is let out of its cage."

(JOKER stops smiling now, and stares into BATMAN's eyes)

JOKER: "That's why you're here isn't it? You had a bad day just like me!

BATMAN: Shutup.

JOKER: "We're both monsters. You just got your outfit at a different store."

(BATMAN glares at JOKER.)

JOKER: "Aww...why so serious?"

(BATMAN can't handle any more and knocks JOKER and the chair over. As he does so LT. GORDON and HARVEY DENT run into the room and hold back BATMAN from doing any more damage.)

GORDON: He isn't worth it.

(JOKER looks up from the floor and smiles.)

JOKER: "Well, I think we've made a lot of progress today, same time next week?"

(The camera stays on Joker smiling as the door is slammed shut.)

-END SCENE

 

[Solidus]

(Saw the thread, quickly jotted this down. Many thanks to "The Killing Joke" by Alan Moore:(Based on the spoiled pics from a few months ago)INT: GCPD, INTERROGATION ROOM. BATMAN is pacing around THE JOKER, who is staring down at the table, never looking BATMAN in the eye.

BATMAN: "Where is she?"
JOKER: "Why are you dressed like a bat?"
BATMAN: "Where is Rachel?"
JOKER: "Why not a gorilla, or a tiger?"

(BATMAN slams his fists down on the table, but Joker still stares away from him.)

BATMAN: "WHERE...IS...RACHEL?"
JOKER: "Maybe they were sold out of those costumes..."

(JOKER begins to laugh at the thought. BATMAN grabs JOKER and throws him against the wall, before pushing him back into the chair.)

BATMAN: "TELL ME WHERE SHE IS YOU MONSTER!"

(JOKER finally looks up at BATMAN now, smiling)

JOKER: "We're all monsters deep down. We just keep it locked up most of our lives...But all it takes is one bad day and that monster is let out of its cage."

(JOKER stops smiling now, and stares into BATMAN's eyes)

JOKER: "That's why you're here isn't it? You had a bad day just like me!

BATMAN: Shutup.

JOKER: "We're both monsters. You just got your outfit at a different store."

(BATMAN glares at JOKER.)

JOKER: "Aww...why so serious?"

(BATMAN can't handle any more and knocks JOKER and the chair over. As he does so LT. GORDON and HARVEY DENT run into the room and hold back BATMAN from doing any more damage.)

GORDON: He isn't worth it.

(JOKER looks up from the floor and smiles.)

JOKER: "Well, I think we've made a lot of progress today, same time next week?"

(The camera stays on Joker smiling as the door is slammed shut.)

-END SCENE

Very good, and nice ode to TKJ. The only thing I'm on the fence about is whether or not to have the "one bad day" thing with the Joker. Even though in TKJ it was even to the Joker unknown if these events actually took place, but I love the mirror effect of it, but in TDK I'm wondering if they say "One bad day" then people will be griping about having shown this bad day with Joker. When I think Nolan, and me as well kinda see Joker as he was born a monster, and always was, no why to his reason.

 

[GoblinsBack2K7]

Thanks for the feedback Solidus, I just had a spark based off of your comments about the "one bad day" remark. If that scene were in the movie and I was Nolan, I would just say that quote but not show any of Joker's backstory, then later on have a dialogue something like this (based on the teaser):
BRUCE and ALFRED.

BRUCE: "Alfred...when I was interrogating that...thing he said that we were both monsters...that it took only one bad day to make him the way he was...just like it took only one bad day to make me into..."

(BRUCE looks over to the BATMAN cowl.)

BRUCE: "Do you think he was right?"

ALFRED: "Listen to me Master Wayne. Certain events do change a person. The death of your parents did shape you into the man you are today. But that wasn't the only thing. The ideals you were born with played a role as well. The desire to bring criminals to justice but not execute them yourself is a virtue you were born with. You are nothing like him. One day does not make a man who he is. Some men aren't concerned about anything logical. They can't be bought, reasoned, or negotiated with. Some men, just want to watch the world burn."

END SCENE.

 

[SpinyNorman]

[Rachel is seated on the ground, blindfolded, hands behind her back. She looks around blindly, stifling tears.]

RACHEL: [terrified] Where am I?

VOICE: [off camera] Oh, you’re over in that general direction, I suppose. Ah-heh.

RACHEL: What? I… I don’t… Where am I?

VOICE:A place. It’s much like any other place. Except that with this place, well, it’s a place you don’t really want to be in. But you are. You’re here, babe, and that’s trouble for you, yes, ma’am, it is. Ah-heh-heh.

RACHEL: [quiet] W… what are you going to do to me?

VOICE: That’s not the question. No, no, that’s not the question at all. See, hon, my honey-gal, the real question is, how am I going to get out of this place I sure as hell don’t want to be in? Ah? Ah-heh. Whuddya-say?

RACHEL: [begins crying silently]

VOICE: What! What are those? Whatcha doin’ there? This isn’t a greenhouse, honey, my little honey-doll, we don’t need water. We aren’t asking you for water at all. [The voice grows closer. Purple gloved hands reach in from out of frame, fingers stiff and apart, and caress the air around Rachel’s face, unable to touch, torn between strangling and stroking.]

VOICE: [whisper] Are we?

RACHEL: You’re going to kill me.

VOICE: Oh. Oh, honey. I’m going to kill everyone eventually. I’m going to kill every goddamn person on this goddamn earth, yes, ma’am. Man, woman, and child. Children and women first, though. [chuckles] I am a gentleman. [composes itself] But I don’t want that. I don’t want that right now.

RACHEL: What do you want, then?

[silence]

RACHEL: Hello? Hello? [becoming more frightened] Are you there? Hello! HELLO!

VOICE: [quietly] Names.

RACHEL: [sobbing] What?

VOICE: I want names. I want a name, specifically. His.

RACHEL: Whose?

[silence]

RACHEL: Whose?

VOICE: You know whose.

RACHEL: You… You mean B-

VOICE: [furious] DON’T SAY IT! DON’T YOU DARE SAY IT!

Rachel is quiet.

VOICE: He’s just a man. Just a goddamn man. Just a bit of meat and bone with the innard-bits and footsies, fingers and hands, eyesies and a lot of balls and a damn cape. That’s all he is. [turning to others in the room] THAT’S ALL HE IS, DO YOU HEAR ME!

[silence for a few moments]

RACHEL: They were right. They were right. You are crazy. You are.

[The figure sits down next to her on the floor, Indian-style. He considers her for a moment, then gently reaches around and undoes her blindfold. Rachel blinks, then gasps and looks away, trying to crawl backwards, but cannot. The Joker leans in, his face grave and solemn, eyes lost in their black sockets, and two long, thick scars that extend back from the corner of his mouth almost to his ears. They have been slathered with lipstick.]

JOKER: [calmly] No.

RACHEL: Oh, my God…

JOKER: No, I am not insane.

RACHEL: Oh, oh, oh, my God…

JOKER: I’ve just seen more than you. Do you understand that, honey? Do you understand?

RACHEL: Please…

JOKER: Please.

RACHEL: Please, no.

JOKER: Please, no.

RACHEL: God, oh, my God…

JOKER: [smiling now] God, oh, my God. [shakes his head] Listen, hon… [his face is suddenly furious. He grabs her by the shoulder and leans forward and whispers into her ear.] I have seen the great red hunger. I have seen the things that live in the horizon of your nightmares, I have seen them stretched on black sands underneath red moons, and I pulled their knees apart and looked at what hid in between their legs and laughed and buried my face in them.

RACHEL: God…

JOKER: I’ve dug stars out of the skies with jawbones and danced with things that don’t have names, and I am going to show you what I’ve seen, girly-girl, I am going to show you what I’ve seen, what’s right underneath the surface of all of this…

RACHEL: Oh, my God…

JOKER: …and if I have to pull this town up by the roots, by the plumbing and the cellars and the foundations of every church and bank and courthouse in this damn town, I will. If I have to take a pair of pliers and pull the skin off of your face –

RACHEL: No!

JOKER: …the cartlidge and the ligaments and little strings of muscle-

RACHEL: God, please, no!

JOKER: -just to show what’s down there, I will. Now, hon, now, my girly-girl, my little queen, my honey-bear, you’re going to tell me something. You’re going to TELL me that name I want. You’re going to say just ONE or TWO words or else I swear to God, I swear to every god you can find in the night sky, the things I’ve seen will look like DRUNKEN BLISS to the things I’m going to do to you.

[Rachel is trembling, choking back tears. Joker composes himself again. He cradles her head in his hands and looks at her kindly.]

JOKER. Now. That name please. The name.

 

[bkey]

^^ absolutely amazing. One of the best things I've ever read in my life.

 

[Solidus]

Thanks for the feedback Solidus, I just had a spark based off of your comments about the "one bad day" remark. If that scene were in the movie and I was Nolan, I would just say that quote but not show any of Joker's backstory, then later on have a dialogue something like this (based on the teaser):
BRUCE and ALFRED.

BRUCE: "Alfred...when I was interrogating that...thing he said that we were both monsters...that it took only one bad day to make him the way he was...just like it took only one bad day to make me into..."

(BRUCE looks over to the BATMAN cowl.)

BRUCE: "Do you think he was right?"

ALFRED: "Listen to me Master Wayne. Certain events do change a person. The death of your parents did shape you into the man you are today. But that wasn't the only thing. The ideals you were born with played a role as well. The desire to bring criminals to justice but not execute them yourself is a virtue you were born with. You are nothing like him. One day does not make a man who he is. Some men aren't concerned about anything logical. They can't be bought, reasoned, or negotiated with. Some men, just want to watch the world burn."

END SCENE.

Really good, I love your thinking and dialouge, it really seems Nolan"ish" very well done. I would love to see those scenes play out like yours. And to put more acclaim to your other post as well, great stuff, I love the jokes, and it seems dark and edgy. Well done.

 

[SpinyNorman]

^^ absolutely amazing. One of the best things I've ever read in my life.

Thanks!

 

[Joker773]

amazing, really, are you David Goyer?

 

[SpinyNorman]

amazing, really, are you David Goyer?

No. For starters, I can't grow a beard.

I'll try my hand at another one in a bit.

 

[SpinyNorman]

[The scene is a live news room. Harvey Dent is sitting at the anchor’s desk, next to a newsman. Both looked uncomfortable, even strained. The camera pulls back to view a monitor and the broadcast. It’s a shot of Dent sitting at the desk with the anchor. A telephone number is flashing at the bottom of the screen.]

ANCHOR: …approximately seventeen minutes since the call mark, and we’re just waiting here. Please, call this number, the authorities have arranged for this as you’ve directed and we’re waiting for the call.

[Silence. The two men look around awkwardly.]

ANCHOR: Well, Harvey, it seems like he doesn’t want to call. What do you make of that?

DENT: Well, I, uh, I can’t say, Clint. We did as he asked, he said he wanted to have a very… important conversation with us – ahem…

[Dent glances offstage, clearly furious that they’re going through with this plan. Cut to Gordon and two dozen police officers and FBI agents answering phones. Gordon looks back and forth from the phones to Harvey, and shrugs.]

DENT: …and if he doesn’t want to call in, well, that’s his choice. We’ll have no further choice than to pursue him as we’ve planned, and…

ANCHOR: And that hasn’t exactly gone well, has it?

DENT: [stunned and irritated] …No. No, it hasn’t Clint.

ANCHOR: So let’s hope he calls in.

[cut to phone room]

POLICE OFFICER: …so many damn prank calls!

FBI AGENT: I hope we get all these numbers. I want these kids prosecuted.

[cut back to Dent]

DENT: [clearly outraged] Yes. Let’s hope.

[cut back to phone room. A phone rings. A bored-looking officer answers.]

BORED OFFICER: Hello? Gotham Emergency line?

[silence]

BORED OFFICER: Hello?

VOICE: Is Gordon there?

BORED OFFICER: Huh?

VOICE: Gordon. Oh, you know… Point Dexter with the porn star moustache? Ah-heh-heh.

BORED OFFICER: [disturbed, waves frantically to Gordon] Uhm… Why?

VOICE: I want to tell him something.

BORED OFFICER: Oh? And what’s that?

[Gordon picks up one of the phones and listens in.]

VOICE: I want to tell him that, on the last one, I made the girl stand in front of the window when I shot her because I wanted the glass to fall on the street. Ah-heh-heh-heh.

[Both of them stare at each other. Gordon swings around to signal Dent.]

[cut to news room]

DENT: …and we are having full Federal help in this investigation.

ANCHOR: This is the longest that such a criminal has gone apprehended, hasn’t it? In Gotham’s history, I mean.

DENT: [hesitates] I would say so, y-

ANCHOR: [holds hand to ear] Uh, just a minute Harvey… I… I’m hearing that he may have called in. Is that right? He may have called in. We’ll… We’ll put him through now. Are you ready, Mr. Dent?

[Dent nods.]

ANCHOR: Okay, ladies and Gentlemen… This may be it…. Hello, uh… Caller? Caller, are you there?

[silence]

ANCHOR: Caller, are you there?

[a slow, quiet sigh from the line]

DENT: Hello?

VOICE: Do you dye your hair, Mr. Dent?

DENT: I… I’m sorry?

VOICE: Your hair. Such a lovely shade of gold. Gold tooth gold. German hair gold.

DENT: I… Sir, I… I thought we were here to…

VOICE: I knew a German man once. He had hair like yours. Didn’t wear wooden shoes, though, I was very disappointed. I had to make him. Or was that the Dutch?

DENT: [coloring] Is this really you, sir? Is this really what you called in here for?

VOICE: I called in… For a conversation. And we’re conversing, Harv. Aren’t we?

DENT: Do you… Do you have any demands, at least? Do you have anything you want?

ANCHOR: Now, hold on there, Harv, I think that-

VOICE: If that rat-haired idiot talks one more time I’m going to feed him his own hands.

[silence]

DENT: Did you call just to make threats?

[pause]

VOICE: [pleasantly] Why, Harv, what a cunning legal mind you have. That’s exactly what I called to do.

[Dent glances at Gordon, off-stage.]

GORDON: Are we tracing it?

OFFICER: We’re trying, he’s… He’s tapped into the phone lines, I can’t… I can’t…

GORDON: Just hurry.

[cut back to news room]

VOICE: I read the papers, Harv. “The Joker.” The press love to label, don’t they?

DENT: I don’t have any control over-

VOICE: You know what’s interesting about the Joker card, Harv? It’s a wild card. But that doesn’t mean anything. See, a wild card is nothing, by itself. It’s blank. It is what you want it to be, what you need it to be. It depends on the other cards. In fact, the other cards make it. It just depends on your hand, on the luck of the draw. Do you believe in luck, Harv? In chance?

DENT: I don’t know what you…

VOICE: You should start believing, Harv. You should start believing in luck very, very hard.

DENT. All... All right. ...why is that?

VOICE: For a variety of reasons. The primary one being, though, that there are two hundred pounds of explosives somewhere in Gotham right now.

[silence. Everyone stops and looks at one another.]

VOICE: I called to converse, Harv. Don’t deprive me of your dulcet tones.

DENT: What… What, uh… What do you want?

VOICE: Mmm? Want? Oh, not much. I just wanted you to know. And I also wanted the whole city to know as well.

[cut to apartments and homes and shops as people watch the news]

[cut to a house, husband and family watching the news]

HUSBAND: Honey… Get my keys…

[cut back to the news room]

DENT: There’s… There’s no demands? No negotiations? Nothing?

VOICE: Nothing.

DENT: Then…

VOICE: Joker cards depend on the hand. They are what you want. They are what you need. And this goes out to your little friend in the cape. I am what you need. I am what you want. I have been dealt a hand, and I am adapting. As are you. As are you.

DENT: [thinks] We have said before, as we have said previously, the Batman is not approved by Gotham authorities, and he may not even exist…

VOICE: I exist. Without your approval, too, Harv.

[silence. The voice sighs wistfully.]

VOICE: Well, it was a lovely chat, Harv. I’ll be seeing you. I’ll be seeing you all, soon enough. And Harv?

DENT: Yes?

VOICE: Love the hair.

[he hangs up]

 

[The Redux 714]

"If that rat-haired idiot speaks again I'm going to feed him his own hands."



I LOVE YOU! That is brilliant!

 

[MAKIEVELLI]

This is my new favorite thread. More ideas, guys, please!

 

[Joker8906]

The Jokers video camera scene from the ww footage.

Anchor: Its just mass panic across the city, no one knows where these massive explosions keep coming from but sources.l.

Static

Joker: Oh soures say that I know exactly where the source of the explosion came from, right here. Joker holds up the detonator and pushes the button another massive explosion another building utterly destroyed and another massive spike in his casulties.
Joker: oops, butterfingers HAHAHAHA. But seriously Gotham I'm here to make you all a deal, hand the city over to me and bring me the tight wearing mammal or else starting tonight people will die, I'm a man of my word. *Joker tries to mimic Dent* Aww hell no one can look like a bigger ass then you Harv. Oh and Batman if your watching this special little broadcast I have something you might want to see, Camera pans over to Rachel bound and gagged in a chair massive explosives around her.
Joker: You have exactly 2 hours to meet me at the old fun time amusemtn park or miss dawes will just fall to pieces.
Joker looks directly at the camera.
Joker: that was a joke you moron. *pullsout a gun and shoot the camera man.
Rachel screams
Joker just casually walks over to the Camera picks it up and laughs hysterically.
Joker: I guess it is hard to find good help these days HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

not great but I'm running kinda low after writing college essays.

 

[bkey]

thats really good, Joker8906, nice work

 

[DA Dent]

Wow, some impressive scenes.

 

[enygma]

[Rachel is seated on the ground, blindfolded, hands behind her back. She looks around blindly, stifling tears.]

RACHEL: [terrified] Where am I?

VOICE: [off camera] Oh, you’re over in that general direction, I suppose. Ah-heh.

RACHEL: What? I… I don’t… Where am I?

VOICE:A place. It’s much like any other place. Except that with this place, well, it’s a place you don’t really want to be in. But you are. You’re here, babe, and that’s trouble for you, yes, ma’am, it is. Ah-heh-heh.

RACHEL: [quiet] W… what are you going to do to me?

VOICE: That’s not the question. No, no, that’s not the question at all. See, hon, my honey-gal, the real question is, how am I going to get out of this place I sure as hell don’t want to be in? Ah? Ah-heh. Whuddya-say?

RACHEL: [begins crying silently]

VOICE: What! What are those? Whatcha doin’ there? This isn’t a greenhouse, honey, my little honey-doll, we don’t need water. We aren’t asking you for water at all. [The voice grows closer. Purple gloved hands reach in from out of frame, fingers stiff and apart, and caress the air around Rachel’s face, unable to touch, torn between strangling and stroking.]

VOICE: [whisper] Are we?

RACHEL: You’re going to kill me.

VOICE: Oh. Oh, honey. I’m going to kill everyone eventually. I’m going to kill every goddamn person on this goddamn earth, yes, ma’am. Man, woman, and child. Children and women first, though. [chuckles] I am a gentleman. [composes itself] But I don’t want that. I don’t want that right now.

RACHEL: What do you want, then?

[silence]

RACHEL: Hello? Hello? [becoming more frightened] Are you there? Hello! HELLO!

VOICE: [quietly] Names.

RACHEL: [sobbing] What?

VOICE: I want names. I want a name, specifically. His.

RACHEL: Whose?

[silence]

RACHEL: Whose?

VOICE: You know whose.

RACHEL: You… You mean B-

VOICE: [furious] DON’T SAY IT! DON’T YOU DARE SAY IT!

Rachel is quiet.

VOICE: He’s just a man. Just a goddamn man. Just a bit of meat and bone with the innard-bits and footsies, fingers and hands, eyesies and a lot of balls and a damn cape. That’s all he is. [turning to others in the room] THAT’S ALL HE IS, DO YOU HEAR ME!

[silence for a few moments]

RACHEL: They were right. They were right. You are crazy. You are.

[The figure sits down next to her on the floor, Indian-style. He considers her for a moment, then gently reaches around and undoes her blindfold. Rachel blinks, then gasps and looks away, trying to crawl backwards, but cannot. The Joker leans in, his face grave and solemn, eyes lost in their black sockets, and two long, thick scars that extend back from the corner of his mouth almost to his ears. They have been slathered with lipstick.]

JOKER: [calmly] No.

RACHEL: Oh, my God…

JOKER: No, I am not insane.

RACHEL: Oh, oh, oh, my God…

JOKER: I’ve just seen more than you. Do you understand that, honey? Do you understand?

RACHEL: Please…

JOKER: Please.

RACHEL: Please, no.

JOKER: Please, no.

RACHEL: God, oh, my God…

JOKER: [smiling now] God, oh, my God. [shakes his head] Listen, hon… [his face is suddenly furious. He grabs her by the shoulder and leans forward and whispers into her ear.] I have seen the great red hunger. I have seen the things that live in the horizon of your nightmares, I have seen them stretched on black sands underneath red moons, and I pulled their knees apart and looked at what hid in between their legs and laughed and buried my face in them.

RACHEL: God…

JOKER: I’ve dug stars out of the skies with jawbones and danced with things that don’t have names, and I am going to show you what I’ve seen, girly-girl, I am going to show you what I’ve seen, what’s right underneath the surface of all of this…

RACHEL: Oh, my God…

JOKER: …and if I have to pull this town up by the roots, by the plumbing and the cellars and the foundations of every church and bank and courthouse in this damn town, I will. If I have to take a pair of pliers and pull the skin off of your face –

RACHEL: No!

JOKER: …the cartlidge and the ligaments and little strings of muscle-

RACHEL: God, please, no!

JOKER: -just to show what’s down there, I will. Now, hon, now, my girly-girl, my little queen, my honey-bear, you’re going to tell me something. You’re going to TELL me that name I want. You’re going to say just ONE or TWO words or else I swear to God, I swear to every god you can find in the night sky, the things I’ve seen will look like DRUNKEN BLISS to the things I’m going to do to you.

[Rachel is trembling, choking back tears. Joker composes himself again. He cradles her head in his hands and looks at her kindly.]

JOKER. Now. That name please. The name.

Brilliant, unfortunately the film wont be an 18

 

[NoName86]

[The scene is a live news room. Harvey Dent is sitting at the anchor’s desk, next to a newsman. Both looked uncomfortable, even strained. The camera pulls back to view a monitor and the broadcast. It’s a shot of Dent sitting at the desk with the anchor. A telephone number is flashing at the bottom of the screen.]

ANCHOR: …approximately seventeen minutes since the call mark, and we’re just waiting here. Please, call this number, the authorities have arranged for this as you’ve directed and we’re waiting for the call.

[Silence. The two men look around awkwardly.]

ANCHOR: Well, Harvey, it seems like he doesn’t want to call. What do you make of that?

DENT: Well, I, uh, I can’t say, Clint. We did as he asked, he said he wanted to have a very… important conversation with us – ahem…

[Dent glances offstage, clearly furious that they’re going through with this plan. Cut to Gordon and two dozen police officers and FBI agents answering phones. Gordon looks back and forth from the phones to Harvey, and shrugs.]

DENT: …and if he doesn’t want to call in, well, that’s his choice. We’ll have no further choice than to pursue him as we’ve planned, and…

ANCHOR: And that hasn’t exactly gone well, has it?

DENT: [stunned and irritated] …No. No, it hasn’t Clint.

ANCHOR: So let’s hope he calls in.

[cut to phone room]

POLICE OFFICER: …so many damn prank calls!

FBI AGENT: I hope we get all these numbers. I want these kids prosecuted.

[cut back to Dent]

DENT: [clearly outraged] Yes. Let’s hope.

[cut back to phone room. A phone rings. A bored-looking officer answers.]

BORED OFFICER: Hello? Gotham Emergency line?

[silence]

BORED OFFICER: Hello?

VOICE: Is Gordon there?

BORED OFFICER: Huh?

VOICE: Gordon. Oh, you know… Point Dexter with the porn star moustache? Ah-heh-heh.

BORED OFFICER: [disturbed, waves frantically to Gordon] Uhm… Why?

VOICE: I want to tell him something.

BORED OFFICER: Oh? And what’s that?

[Gordon picks up one of the phones and listens in.]

VOICE: I want to tell him that, on the last one, I made the girl stand in front of the window when I shot her because I wanted the glass to fall on the street. Ah-heh-heh-heh.

[Both of them stare at each other. Gordon swings around to signal Dent.]

[cut to news room]

DENT: …and we are having full Federal help in this investigation.

ANCHOR: This is the longest that such a criminal has gone apprehended, hasn’t it? In Gotham’s history, I mean.

DENT: [hesitates] I would say so, y-

ANCHOR: [holds hand to ear] Uh, just a minute Harvey… I… I’m hearing that he may have called in. Is that right? He may have called in. We’ll… We’ll put him through now. Are you ready, Mr. Dent?

[Dent nods.]

ANCHOR: Okay, ladies and Gentlemen… This may be it…. Hello, uh… Caller? Caller, are you there?

[silence]

ANCHOR: Caller, are you there?

[a slow, quiet sigh from the line]

DENT: Hello?

VOICE: Do you dye your hair, Mr. Dent?

DENT: I… I’m sorry?

VOICE: Your hair. Such a lovely shade of gold. Gold tooth gold. German hair gold.

DENT: I… Sir, I… I thought we were here to…

VOICE: I knew a German man once. He had hair like yours. Didn’t wear wooden shoes, though, I was very disappointed. I had to make him. Or was that the Dutch?

DENT: [coloring] Is this really you, sir? Is this really what you called in here for?

VOICE: I called in… For a conversation. And we’re conversing, Harv. Aren’t we?

DENT: Do you… Do you have any demands, at least? Do you have anything you want?

ANCHOR: Now, hold on there, Harv, I think that-

VOICE: If that rat-haired idiot talks one more time I’m going to feed him his own hands.

[silence]

DENT: Did you call just to make threats?

[pause]

VOICE: [pleasantly] Why, Harv, what a cunning legal mind you have. That’s exactly what I called to do.

[Dent glances at Gordon, off-stage.]

GORDON: Are we tracing it?

OFFICER: We’re trying, he’s… He’s tapped into the phone lines, I can’t… I can’t…

GORDON: Just hurry.

[cut back to news room]

VOICE: I read the papers, Harv. “The Joker.” The press love to label, don’t they?

DENT: I don’t have any control over-

VOICE: You know what’s interesting about the Joker card, Harv? It’s a wild card. But that doesn’t mean anything. See, a wild card is nothing, by itself. It’s blank. It is what you want it to be, what you need it to be. It depends on the other cards. In fact, the other cards make it. It just depends on your hand, on the luck of the draw. Do you believe in luck, Harv? In chance?

DENT: I don’t know what you…

VOICE: There are two hundred pounds of explosives somewhere in Gotham right now.

[silence. Everyone stops and looks at one another.]

VOICE: I called to converse, Harv. Don’t deprive me of your dulcet tones.

DENT: What… What, uh… What do you want?

VOICE: Mmm? Want? Oh, not much. I just wanted you to know. And I also wanted the whole city to know as well.

[cut to apartments and homes and shops as people watch the news]

[cut to a house, husband and family watching the news]

HUSBAND: Honey… Get my keys…

[cut back to the news room]

DENT: There’s… There’s no demands? No negotiations? Nothing?

VOICE: Nothing.

DENT: Then…

VOICE: Joker cards depend on the hand. They are what you want. They are what you need. And this goes out to your little friend in the cape. I am what you need. I am what you want. I have been dealt a hand, and I am adapting. As are you. As are you.

DENT: [thinks] We have said before, as we have said previously, the Batman is not approved by Gotham authorities, and he may not even exist…

VOICE: I exist. Without your approval, too, Harv.

[silence. The voice sighs wistfully.]

VOICE: Well, it was a lovely chat, Harv. I’ll be seeing you. I’ll be seeing you all, soon enough. And Harv?

DENT: Yes?

VOICE: Love the hair.

[he hangs up]

Good stuff, I actually think you have captured a lot of what we should expect from Joker this time around.

 

[SpinyNorman]

Brilliant, unfortunately the film wont be an 18

Meh, I can't think of a lot in that part that would really put it over PG-13. I guess "graphic threats" could be a disqualifier? I don't know.

 

[MiniBond]

[The scene is a live news room. Harvey Dent is sitting at the anchor’s desk, next to a newsman. Both looked uncomfortable, even strained. The camera pulls back to view a monitor and the broadcast. It’s a shot of Dent sitting at the desk with the anchor. A telephone number is flashing at the bottom of the screen.]

ANCHOR: …approximately seventeen minutes since the call mark, and we’re just waiting here. Please, call this number, the authorities have arranged for this as you’ve directed and we’re waiting for the call.

[Silence. The two men look around awkwardly.]

ANCHOR: Well, Harvey, it seems like he doesn’t want to call. What do you make of that?

DENT: Well, I, uh, I can’t say, Clint. We did as he asked, he said he wanted to have a very… important conversation with us – ahem…

[Dent glances offstage, clearly furious that they’re going through with this plan. Cut to Gordon and two dozen police officers and FBI agents answering phones. Gordon looks back and forth from the phones to Harvey, and shrugs.]

DENT: …and if he doesn’t want to call in, well, that’s his choice. We’ll have no further choice than to pursue him as we’ve planned, and…

ANCHOR: And that hasn’t exactly gone well, has it?

DENT: [stunned and irritated] …No. No, it hasn’t Clint.

ANCHOR: So let’s hope he calls in.

[cut to phone room]

POLICE OFFICER: …so many damn prank calls!

FBI AGENT: I hope we get all these numbers. I want these kids prosecuted.

[cut back to Dent]

DENT: [clearly outraged] Yes. Let’s hope.

[cut back to phone room. A phone rings. A bored-looking officer answers.]

BORED OFFICER: Hello? Gotham Emergency line?

[silence]

BORED OFFICER: Hello?

VOICE: Is Gordon there?

BORED OFFICER: Huh?

VOICE: Gordon. Oh, you know… Point Dexter with the porn star moustache? Ah-heh-heh.

BORED OFFICER: [disturbed, waves frantically to Gordon] Uhm… Why?

VOICE: I want to tell him something.

BORED OFFICER: Oh? And what’s that?

[Gordon picks up one of the phones and listens in.]

VOICE: I want to tell him that, on the last one, I made the girl stand in front of the window when I shot her because I wanted the glass to fall on the street. Ah-heh-heh-heh.

[Both of them stare at each other. Gordon swings around to signal Dent.]

[cut to news room]

DENT: …and we are having full Federal help in this investigation.

ANCHOR: This is the longest that such a criminal has gone apprehended, hasn’t it? In Gotham’s history, I mean.

DENT: [hesitates] I would say so, y-

ANCHOR: [holds hand to ear] Uh, just a minute Harvey… I… I’m hearing that he may have called in. Is that right? He may have called in. We’ll… We’ll put him through now. Are you ready, Mr. Dent?

[Dent nods.]

ANCHOR: Okay, ladies and Gentlemen… This may be it…. Hello, uh… Caller? Caller, are you there?

[silence]

ANCHOR: Caller, are you there?

[a slow, quiet sigh from the line]

DENT: Hello?

VOICE: Do you dye your hair, Mr. Dent?

DENT: I… I’m sorry?

VOICE: Your hair. Such a lovely shade of gold. Gold tooth gold. German hair gold.

DENT: I… Sir, I… I thought we were here to…

VOICE: I knew a German man once. He had hair like yours. Didn’t wear wooden shoes, though, I was very disappointed. I had to make him. Or was that the Dutch?

DENT: [coloring] Is this really you, sir? Is this really what you called in here for?

VOICE: I called in… For a conversation. And we’re conversing, Harv. Aren’t we?

DENT: Do you… Do you have any demands, at least? Do you have anything you want?

ANCHOR: Now, hold on there, Harv, I think that-

VOICE: If that rat-haired idiot talks one more time I’m going to feed him his own hands.

[silence]

DENT: Did you call just to make threats?

[pause]

VOICE: [pleasantly] Why, Harv, what a cunning legal mind you have. That’s exactly what I called to do.

[Dent glances at Gordon, off-stage.]

GORDON: Are we tracing it?

OFFICER: We’re trying, he’s… He’s tapped into the phone lines, I can’t… I can’t…

GORDON: Just hurry.

[cut back to news room]

VOICE: I read the papers, Harv. “The Joker.” The press love to label, don’t they?

DENT: I don’t have any control over-

VOICE: You know what’s interesting about the Joker card, Harv? It’s a wild card. But that doesn’t mean anything. See, a wild card is nothing, by itself. It’s blank. It is what you want it to be, what you need it to be. It depends on the other cards. In fact, the other cards make it. It just depends on your hand, on the luck of the draw. Do you believe in luck, Harv? In chance?

DENT: I don’t know what you…

VOICE: There are two hundred pounds of explosives somewhere in Gotham right now.

[silence. Everyone stops and looks at one another.]

VOICE: I called to converse, Harv. Don’t deprive me of your dulcet tones.

DENT: What… What, uh… What do you want?

VOICE: Mmm? Want? Oh, not much. I just wanted you to know. And I also wanted the whole city to know as well.

[cut to apartments and homes and shops as people watch the news]

[cut to a house, husband and family watching the news]

HUSBAND: Honey… Get my keys…

[cut back to the news room]

DENT: There’s… There’s no demands? No negotiations? Nothing?

VOICE: Nothing.

DENT: Then…

VOICE: Joker cards depend on the hand. They are what you want. They are what you need. And this goes out to your little friend in the cape. I am what you need. I am what you want. I have been dealt a hand, and I am adapting. As are you. As are you.

DENT: [thinks] We have said before, as we have said previously, the Batman is not approved by Gotham authorities, and he may not even exist…

VOICE: I exist. Without your approval, too, Harv.

[silence. The voice sighs wistfully.]

VOICE: Well, it was a lovely chat, Harv. I’ll be seeing you. I’ll be seeing you all, soon enough. And Harv?

DENT: Yes?

VOICE: Love the hair.

[he hangs up]

I can totally picture it :heart: :heart: I'm sure Aaron would be awesome in this scene, completely lost and at Joker's mercy in a way ! Reminds me of a scene in Thank you for smoking where he also is in a news room !

 

[MaskedManJRK]

[Rachel is seated on the ground, blindfolded, hands behind her back. She looks around blindly, stifling tears.]

RACHEL: [terrified] Where am I?

VOICE: [off camera] Oh, you’re over in that general direction, I suppose. Ah-heh.

RACHEL: What? I… I don’t… Where am I?

VOICE:A place. It’s much like any other place. Except that with this place, well, it’s a place you don’t really want to be in. But you are. You’re here, babe, and that’s trouble for you, yes, ma’am, it is. Ah-heh-heh.

RACHEL: [quiet] W… what are you going to do to me?

VOICE: That’s not the question. No, no, that’s not the question at all. See, hon, my honey-gal, the real question is, how am I going to get out of this place I sure as hell don’t want to be in? Ah? Ah-heh. Whuddya-say?

RACHEL: [begins crying silently]

VOICE: What! What are those? Whatcha doin’ there? This isn’t a greenhouse, honey, my little honey-doll, we don’t need water. We aren’t asking you for water at all. [The voice grows closer. Purple gloved hands reach in from out of frame, fingers stiff and apart, and caress the air around Rachel’s face, unable to touch, torn between strangling and stroking.]

VOICE: [whisper] Are we?

RACHEL: You’re going to kill me.

VOICE: Oh. Oh, honey. I’m going to kill everyone eventually. I’m going to kill every goddamn person on this goddamn earth, yes, ma’am. Man, woman, and child. Children and women first, though. [chuckles] I am a gentleman. [composes itself] But I don’t want that. I don’t want that right now.

RACHEL: What do you want, then?

[silence]

RACHEL: Hello? Hello? [becoming more frightened] Are you there? Hello! HELLO!

VOICE: [quietly] Names.

RACHEL: [sobbing] What?

VOICE: I want names. I want a name, specifically. His.

RACHEL: Whose?

[silence]

RACHEL: Whose?

VOICE: You know whose.

RACHEL: You… You mean B-

VOICE: [furious] DON’T SAY IT! DON’T YOU DARE SAY IT!

Rachel is quiet.

VOICE: He’s just a man. Just a goddamn man. Just a bit of meat and bone with the innard-bits and footsies, fingers and hands, eyesies and a lot of balls and a damn cape. That’s all he is. [turning to others in the room] THAT’S ALL HE IS, DO YOU HEAR ME!

[silence for a few moments]

RACHEL: They were right. They were right. You are crazy. You are.

[The figure sits down next to her on the floor, Indian-style. He considers her for a moment, then gently reaches around and undoes her blindfold. Rachel blinks, then gasps and looks away, trying to crawl backwards, but cannot. The Joker leans in, his face grave and solemn, eyes lost in their black sockets, and two long, thick scars that extend back from the corner of his mouth almost to his ears. They have been slathered with lipstick.]

JOKER: [calmly] No.

RACHEL: Oh, my God…

JOKER: No, I am not insane.

RACHEL: Oh, oh, oh, my God…

JOKER: I’ve just seen more than you. Do you understand that, honey? Do you understand?

RACHEL: Please…

JOKER: Please.

RACHEL: Please, no.

JOKER: Please, no.

RACHEL: God, oh, my God…

JOKER: [smiling now] God, oh, my God. [shakes his head] Listen, hon… [his face is suddenly furious. He grabs her by the shoulder and leans forward and whispers into her ear.] I have seen the great red hunger. I have seen the things that live in the horizon of your nightmares, I have seen them stretched on black sands underneath red moons, and I pulled their knees apart and looked at what hid in between their legs and laughed and buried my face in them.

RACHEL: God…

JOKER: I’ve dug stars out of the skies with jawbones and danced with things that don’t have names, and I am going to show you what I’ve seen, girly-girl, I am going to show you what I’ve seen, what’s right underneath the surface of all of this…

RACHEL: Oh, my God…

JOKER: …and if I have to pull this town up by the roots, by the plumbing and the cellars and the foundations of every church and bank and courthouse in this damn town, I will. If I have to take a pair of pliers and pull the skin off of your face –

RACHEL: No!

JOKER: …the cartlidge and the ligaments and little strings of muscle-

RACHEL: God, please, no!

JOKER: -just to show what’s down there, I will. Now, hon, now, my girly-girl, my little queen, my honey-bear, you’re going to tell me something. You’re going to TELL me that name I want. You’re going to say just ONE or TWO words or else I swear to God, I swear to every god you can find in the night sky, the things I’ve seen will look like DRUNKEN BLISS to the things I’m going to do to you.

[Rachel is trembling, choking back tears. Joker composes himself again. He cradles her head in his hands and looks at her kindly.]

JOKER. Now. That name please. The name.

Dude, I f**king LOVE and HATE and ENVY you for this one. Good job. :heart:

 

[Cornfred]

Two-Face:Tell me who Batman is,b****!
Racheal:Never
Two-Face:Well F*** YOU
*Shoots Racheal in the face*
Racheal: Ok I'll tell you.
Two-Face:WHO THE HELL IS HE!?!?!?!
Racheal:Bruce Wayne
Two-Face:That piece of s***
Racheal:Yeah
END SCENE

 

[riskproductions]

I think Kevin Conroy should have a cameo. Wouldnt that kick ass?

 

[Dark Sentinel]

I think Kevin Conroy should have a cameo. Wouldnt that kick ass?

actually that would be pretty neat..he'd be good as the barman who first sees dent after he's been scarred.

 

[cryptic name]

[Rachel is seated on the ground, blindfolded, hands behind her back. She looks around blindly, stifling tears.]

RACHEL: [terrified] Where am I?

VOICE: [off camera] Oh, you’re over in that general direction, I suppose. Ah-heh.

RACHEL: What? I… I don’t… Where am I?

VOICE:A place. It’s much like any other place. Except that with this place, well, it’s a place you don’t really want to be in. But you are. You’re here, babe, and that’s trouble for you, yes, ma’am, it is. Ah-heh-heh.

RACHEL: [quiet] W… what are you going to do to me?

VOICE: That’s not the question. No, no, that’s not the question at all. See, hon, my honey-gal, the real question is, how am I going to get out of this place I sure as hell don’t want to be in? Ah? Ah-heh. Whuddya-say?

RACHEL: [begins crying silently]

VOICE: What! What are those? Whatcha doin’ there? This isn’t a greenhouse, honey, my little honey-doll, we don’t need water. We aren’t asking you for water at all. [The voice grows closer. Purple gloved hands reach in from out of frame, fingers stiff and apart, and caress the air around Rachel’s face, unable to touch, torn between strangling and stroking.]

VOICE: [whisper] Are we?

RACHEL: You’re going to kill me.

VOICE: Oh. Oh, honey. I’m going to kill everyone eventually. I’m going to kill every goddamn person on this goddamn earth, yes, ma’am. Man, woman, and child. Children and women first, though. [chuckles] I am a gentleman. [composes itself] But I don’t want that. I don’t want that right now.

RACHEL: What do you want, then?

[silence]

RACHEL: Hello? Hello? [becoming more frightened] Are you there? Hello! HELLO!

VOICE: [quietly] Names.

RACHEL: [sobbing] What?

VOICE: I want names. I want a name, specifically. His.

RACHEL: Whose?

[silence]

RACHEL: Whose?

VOICE: You know whose.

RACHEL: You… You mean B-

VOICE: [furious] DON’T SAY IT! DON’T YOU DARE SAY IT!

Rachel is quiet.

VOICE: He’s just a man. Just a goddamn man. Just a bit of meat and bone with the innard-bits and footsies, fingers and hands, eyesies and a lot of balls and a damn cape. That’s all he is. [turning to others in the room] THAT’S ALL HE IS, DO YOU HEAR ME!

[silence for a few moments]

RACHEL: They were right. They were right. You are crazy. You are.

[The figure sits down next to her on the floor, Indian-style. He considers her for a moment, then gently reaches around and undoes her blindfold. Rachel blinks, then gasps and looks away, trying to crawl backwards, but cannot. The Joker leans in, his face grave and solemn, eyes lost in their black sockets, and two long, thick scars that extend back from the corner of his mouth almost to his ears. They have been slathered with lipstick.]

JOKER: [calmly] No.

RACHEL: Oh, my God…

JOKER: No, I am not insane.

RACHEL: Oh, oh, oh, my God…

JOKER: I’ve just seen more than you. Do you understand that, honey? Do you understand?

RACHEL: Please…

JOKER: Please.

RACHEL: Please, no.

JOKER: Please, no.

RACHEL: God, oh, my God…

JOKER: [smiling now] God, oh, my God. [shakes his head] Listen, hon… [his face is suddenly furious. He grabs her by the shoulder and leans forward and whispers into her ear.] I have seen the great red hunger. I have seen the things that live in the horizon of your nightmares, I have seen them stretched on black sands underneath red moons, and I pulled their knees apart and looked at what hid in between their legs and laughed and buried my face in them.

RACHEL: God…

JOKER: I’ve dug stars out of the skies with jawbones and danced with things that don’t have names, and I am going to show you what I’ve seen, girly-girl, I am going to show you what I’ve seen, what’s right underneath the surface of all of this…

RACHEL: Oh, my God…

JOKER: …and if I have to pull this town up by the roots, by the plumbing and the cellars and the foundations of every church and bank and courthouse in this damn town, I will. If I have to take a pair of pliers and pull the skin off of your face –

RACHEL: No!

JOKER: …the cartlidge and the ligaments and little strings of muscle-

RACHEL: God, please, no!

JOKER: -just to show what’s down there, I will. Now, hon, now, my girly-girl, my little queen, my honey-bear, you’re going to tell me something. You’re going to TELL me that name I want. You’re going to say just ONE or TWO words or else I swear to God, I swear to every god you can find in the night sky, the things I’ve seen will look like DRUNKEN BLISS to the things I’m going to do to you.

[Rachel is trembling, choking back tears. Joker composes himself again. He cradles her head in his hands and looks at her kindly.]

JOKER. Now. That name please. The name.

that's f**king great