Hey guys,
with rumour of the new Daredevil getting written I thought i'd take a shot at writing my own screenplay for it.
I have the main ideas plotted out it's just finding the time to write it. It's my first time writing out so don't be too critical.
I'll apologise in advance for any grammatical errors or missing words, the majority of this was written late at night and i haven't had the chance to go through it.
I hope you like what I have written so far.
with rumour of the new Daredevil getting written I thought i'd take a shot at writing my own screenplay for it.
I have the main ideas plotted out it's just finding the time to write it. It's my first time writing out so don't be too critical.
I'll apologise in advance for any grammatical errors or missing words, the majority of this was written late at night and i haven't had the chance to go through it.
I hope you like what I have written so far.
INT.Wilson fisk's room. Day
A tall and intimidating man is stood looking across the city of New York as the sun begins to set over the Big Apple. He is built like a tank and makes anybody in his presence quiver.
Doors to the main office burst open as a lean man in a business suit enters. WILSON FISK raises his hand and the man stands still with his head bowed.
After a moments pause the silence is broken by the deep tremors of WILSON FISK'S voice.
WILSON FISK tightens his grip on the diamond head of his cane.
EXt. Dockyards. day
The sun is just setting leaving an eerie orange glow reflecting off the water. A van containing WILSON FISK'S shipment is open and being ransacked as several of his personal guards lay around moaning in agony.
One attempts to get up but is sharply smacked around the face with a rusted pipe.
The group of thugs run off down the darkness of an alleyway their hollering echoing through the city as they get further and further away.
Unbeknown to the unconscious guards a shadowy figure has been watching the whole situation unfold. A shadowy figure we recognize as DAREDEVIL from the horned cowl he wears.
DAREDEVIL stands and holds out his old faithful billy club and lets it shot off into a crack on the building opposite, with a push of a button the line reels in and he shoots off into the skies of Hell's Kitchen for his nightly patrol.
Int. An Abandoned WArehouse. Night
The damp and warehouse is silent apart from the rats scurrying across the floor, moving room to room through unknown cracks. The room is illuminated by a desk lamp placed on what seems make shift office desk with papers and pens stacked all in place.
On the seat behind the desk sits a strange looking man, LELAND OWLSLEY. Behind him stand two men similar looking to thugs that robbed WILSON FISK'S truck but with a more intimidating frame.
As soon as he finishes his arms shoots across his table at an unthinkable speed. There is a squeal as he opens up his claw like hand to reveal a small rodent. He shoots a wink at his GUARD before swallowing the living rodent whole with a lick of his lips.
INT. Nelson and Murdock. Day
A sunny morning breeze sweeps in through the open window as the slow chatter of Hell's Kitchen waking up also wakes up another soul. Asleep on the couch of NELSON AND MURDOCK offices was a man with strawberry blond scrappy hair in need of a shave now he is sat up. His eyes are open but he cannot see, MATT MURDOCK has been blind for as long as he can remember after a freak toxic waste accident caused him to become permanently blind. To stop others from being uncomfortable by his glazed over eyes he reaches across to a small coffee table for a pair of rose tinted spectacles. After a brief yawn he takes a huge sniff, gets up and heads over to the door that leads into the reception area.
He flashes a smile at a woman, KAREN PAGE, a blond haired beauty in her early twenties.
With that said MATT picks up his coffee as well as today's paper and heads back into his office. Leaving the fast typing fingers of KAREN to her job.
MATT settles into his chair and begins to run his fingers across the print of the paper. Just another finely tuned sense to go along with the rest he thinks.
INt. Small Apartment. Day
Old papers and dirty clothes are strewn across a dingy apartment floor, plates are piled in the sink waiting to be cleaned. In the main room a bunch of thugs relax on stained furniture.
As THUG #1 leaves towards the bathroom, THUG #3 reaches out towards the box containing the stolen goods. The flutter of disturbed birds near the window can be heard as his hand clasps around one of the small bottles inside the box.
Both THUGS leap out their skin as they turn around to see THE OWL perched on the fire escape outside. He unbuttons his coat and casually hopes down onto the wooden floorboards as THUG #1 exits from the bathroom.
With that he was gone out the window as fast as he came.
A tall and intimidating man is stood looking across the city of New York as the sun begins to set over the Big Apple. He is built like a tank and makes anybody in his presence quiver.
Doors to the main office burst open as a lean man in a business suit enters. WILSON FISK raises his hand and the man stands still with his head bowed.
After a moments pause the silence is broken by the deep tremors of WILSON FISK'S voice.
Wilson Fisk
What is it Melvin?
MELVIN
Good Evening Mr Fisk, I've come up to inform you about tonight.
WILSON FISK
Go ahead.
Melvin
Well we've run into a slight problem.
What is it Melvin?
MELVIN
Good Evening Mr Fisk, I've come up to inform you about tonight.
WILSON FISK
Go ahead.
Melvin
Well we've run into a slight problem.
WILSON FISK tightens his grip on the diamond head of his cane.
EXt. Dockyards. day
The sun is just setting leaving an eerie orange glow reflecting off the water. A van containing WILSON FISK'S shipment is open and being ransacked as several of his personal guards lay around moaning in agony.
One attempts to get up but is sharply smacked around the face with a rusted pipe.
Thug #1
Listen man, stay down we don't want to have to kill you.
FISK Guard #1
(Dazed)
You can't expect to get away with this.
THUG #1
(laughing)
Dude, Hell's Kitchen has a new boss now the Kingpin just doesn't know it yet!
THUG #2
Hey come on lets get outta here we got what we came for!
Listen man, stay down we don't want to have to kill you.
FISK Guard #1
(Dazed)
You can't expect to get away with this.
THUG #1
(laughing)
Dude, Hell's Kitchen has a new boss now the Kingpin just doesn't know it yet!
THUG #2
Hey come on lets get outta here we got what we came for!
The group of thugs run off down the darkness of an alleyway their hollering echoing through the city as they get further and further away.
Unbeknown to the unconscious guards a shadowy figure has been watching the whole situation unfold. A shadowy figure we recognize as DAREDEVIL from the horned cowl he wears.
DAREDEVIL
Now that's interesting.
Now that's interesting.
DAREDEVIL stands and holds out his old faithful billy club and lets it shot off into a crack on the building opposite, with a push of a button the line reels in and he shoots off into the skies of Hell's Kitchen for his nightly patrol.
Int. An Abandoned WArehouse. Night
The damp and warehouse is silent apart from the rats scurrying across the floor, moving room to room through unknown cracks. The room is illuminated by a desk lamp placed on what seems make shift office desk with papers and pens stacked all in place.
On the seat behind the desk sits a strange looking man, LELAND OWLSLEY. Behind him stand two men similar looking to thugs that robbed WILSON FISK'S truck but with a more intimidating frame.
OWLSLEY GUARD #1
Boss, I thought you said that we were gonna be moving outta this crap hole. These rats are driving me nuts, are you on the problem or not?
LELAND OWLSLEY'S head turns all most unnaturally for a human and somewhat akin to an owl.
LELAND OWLSLEY
(Smug)
Patience, if you don't watch your tongue it's possible you won't live to see our new office with a skyline view.
And the rat problem. Yeah, I'm on that.
Boss, I thought you said that we were gonna be moving outta this crap hole. These rats are driving me nuts, are you on the problem or not?
LELAND OWLSLEY'S head turns all most unnaturally for a human and somewhat akin to an owl.
LELAND OWLSLEY
(Smug)
Patience, if you don't watch your tongue it's possible you won't live to see our new office with a skyline view.
And the rat problem. Yeah, I'm on that.
As soon as he finishes his arms shoots across his table at an unthinkable speed. There is a squeal as he opens up his claw like hand to reveal a small rodent. He shoots a wink at his GUARD before swallowing the living rodent whole with a lick of his lips.
INT. Nelson and Murdock. Day
A sunny morning breeze sweeps in through the open window as the slow chatter of Hell's Kitchen waking up also wakes up another soul. Asleep on the couch of NELSON AND MURDOCK offices was a man with strawberry blond scrappy hair in need of a shave now he is sat up. His eyes are open but he cannot see, MATT MURDOCK has been blind for as long as he can remember after a freak toxic waste accident caused him to become permanently blind. To stop others from being uncomfortable by his glazed over eyes he reaches across to a small coffee table for a pair of rose tinted spectacles. After a brief yawn he takes a huge sniff, gets up and heads over to the door that leads into the reception area.
MATT MURDOCK
Mmmmmmmmmm, fresh coffee. Just what I'm in need of.
Mmmmmmmmmm, fresh coffee. Just what I'm in need of.
He flashes a smile at a woman, KAREN PAGE, a blond haired beauty in her early twenties.
KAREN PAGE
Well I saw you sleeping like a baby when I came in this morning and I knew just how to wake you. Freshly brewed indeed. First client of the day will be here in ten minutes, Foggy said he would be late in today as well.
MATT MURDOCK
Thanks Karen, send them through when they're here.
Well I saw you sleeping like a baby when I came in this morning and I knew just how to wake you. Freshly brewed indeed. First client of the day will be here in ten minutes, Foggy said he would be late in today as well.
MATT MURDOCK
Thanks Karen, send them through when they're here.
With that said MATT picks up his coffee as well as today's paper and heads back into his office. Leaving the fast typing fingers of KAREN to her job.
MATT settles into his chair and begins to run his fingers across the print of the paper. Just another finely tuned sense to go along with the rest he thinks.
INt. Small Apartment. Day
Old papers and dirty clothes are strewn across a dingy apartment floor, plates are piled in the sink waiting to be cleaned. In the main room a bunch of thugs relax on stained furniture.
THUG #3
So what the hell is this stuff you got us robbin'?
THUG #1
Listen, what this stuff is has absolutely nothing to do with you. It ain't going to affect your paycheck so keep your questions to yourself.
THUG #2
That's bull, we put our necks on the line and we don't even know who for! When do we get to meet boss man?
THUG #1
Soon enough, he knows where we are all we have to do is stick it out and keep low. I need to go drop a load, keep your hands to yourself.
So what the hell is this stuff you got us robbin'?
THUG #1
Listen, what this stuff is has absolutely nothing to do with you. It ain't going to affect your paycheck so keep your questions to yourself.
THUG #2
That's bull, we put our necks on the line and we don't even know who for! When do we get to meet boss man?
THUG #1
Soon enough, he knows where we are all we have to do is stick it out and keep low. I need to go drop a load, keep your hands to yourself.
As THUG #1 leaves towards the bathroom, THUG #3 reaches out towards the box containing the stolen goods. The flutter of disturbed birds near the window can be heard as his hand clasps around one of the small bottles inside the box.
LELAND OWLSLEY
I wouldn't do that if I were you.
I wouldn't do that if I were you.
Both THUGS leap out their skin as they turn around to see THE OWL perched on the fire escape outside. He unbuttons his coat and casually hopes down onto the wooden floorboards as THUG #1 exits from the bathroom.
THUG #1
Boss, good to see you. We got your shipment. Was easy as taking candy from a baby.
THE OWL
(Laughing)
You have no idea. Is this all that was there?
THUG #2
Yeah there was no more, i cleared the truck myself.
THUG #3
So what the hell is this stuff you got us stealing bird man?
THE OWL
Watch your tongue kid. Keep it behind your teeth long enough and you might find out. I need you to bring this to my office, you know the address. I'll expect it later tonight. Until then keep your hands to yourself.
Boss, good to see you. We got your shipment. Was easy as taking candy from a baby.
THE OWL
(Laughing)
You have no idea. Is this all that was there?
THUG #2
Yeah there was no more, i cleared the truck myself.
THUG #3
So what the hell is this stuff you got us stealing bird man?
THE OWL
Watch your tongue kid. Keep it behind your teeth long enough and you might find out. I need you to bring this to my office, you know the address. I'll expect it later tonight. Until then keep your hands to yourself.
With that he was gone out the window as fast as he came.
THUG #1
Pack your **** up guys, we leave in ten.
Pack your **** up guys, we leave in ten.
