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INT. GOTHAM COUNTY FAIR - NIGHT
OVER CARNIVAL MUSIC...
DARKNESS. The following is a quick succession of shots randomly cutting to black:
We hear yelling and screaming. Then BLAM! BLAM! Errant gun fire... Then vociferous cackling. The JOKER. More screaming and yelling...
EVERYTHING GROWS MORE SILENT... Only the sound of hard breathing and running. A quick shot of BATMAN in pursuit... trudging, badly wounded but enduring.
We’re in a “TUNNEL OF LOVE” type amusement ride. Dark and ominous. Knee high water splashes as the foot chase ensues down the waterway.
Batman hurls himself, lands hard on top of the Joker... It’s blurry, frantic. Fast and furious. A blinding mass of limbs and fists... We see glimpses of a scarred mouth and messy clown makeup... glimpses of a dark cowl and cloak... Batman grunts. The Joker giggles uncontrollably. The struggle grows more indistinct. Chaotic. Desperate... And we hear a vicious snapping sound!
Everything settles and comes into focus. We find Batman seated, clutching his abdomen, breathing laboriously, on the verge of blacking out. He looks across at the Joker, obscured in the shadows. The Joker giggles.
JOKER
Still won’t do it, will you? After all the things I’ve done...
(laughs)
... and you snap my neck... like a pencil...
(laughs)
Oh, so very disappointing.
Batman considers the Joker for a moment.
JOKER (CONT’D)
What’s the matter, bat got your tongue?
(laughs; then)
Do I hear sirens? Yes. Coming close. They’ll crucify you for this, you know. This time... ’S like I’ve been saying all along.
Joker winks, starts laughing. Batman struggles to get up. Joker’s laughing grows louder, more foreboding. Batman moves quickly now, stumbling and bleeding. Trying to escape.
The sirens echo through the tunnel.
EXT. CARNIVAL – CONTINUOUS
Tires screech, doors fly open. UNIFORMED COPS pour out of police vehicles.
INT. TUNNEL OF LOVE – MOMENTS LATER
It’s dark as hell inside. Cops approach the Joker’s wrecked body warily, weapons drawn. Flashlights play across his wicked grin. Some cops wince at the sight.
COP #1
Holy God in heaven!
JOKER
He ain’t pretty no more.
The Joker laughs manically. Enough to freeze your blood.
And fade to black –-
CREDITS AND MUSIC ERUPT ONTO SCREEN...
TITLE:
“THE DARK KNIGHT: TRUIMPHANT”
INT. INTERROGATION ROOM – PEÑA DURO PRISON – SANTA PRISCA - DAY
We’re in an old style prison, dating back a century or more.
Meet TALIA AL GHUL. Mid-20s. European with a mixture of Chinese and Arabic. Real beauty hidden beneath all the seriousness and brooding. She’s seated in the center of the room, flanked by two massive bodyguards.
Barred doors slide open. A guard unchains a prisoner and motions him inside the room. The prisoner is NESTOR MENDOZA, a no-age large man, darkly bearded, powerfully built. He stands in the shadows a few feet from Talia.
TALIA
Nestor Mendoza? Or is it Bane?
No response from Nestor/Bane. Talia rises, steps closer.
TALIA (cont’d)
Do you know who I am?
Again no response.
TALIA (cont’d)
My name is Talia. You knew my father. Ra’s Al Ghul?
Bane reacts to the name.
TALIA (cont’d)
You were his most loyal student. The smartest and strongest... The most dedicated. You directed many of the League’s efforts, bringing about chaos and disorder wherever you were assigned.
(pause; then)
You were groomed to lead. And then you ended up in here.
A beat to digest this.
TALIA (cont’d)
My father is now dead. Murdered. I need your help getting the man responsible.
Bane raises an eyebrow.
BANE
And who may that be?
Talia steps closer so that they’re eye-to-eye.
TALIA
Batman.
INT. APARTMENT – BEDROOM – MORNING
CLOSE ON BRUCE WAYNE as his eyes pop open. He sits up, looks down at the sleeping body beside him. Meet SELINA KYLE, 30s, exotic and beautiful.
INT. APARTMENT – KITCHEN – MOMENTS LATER
Bruce sits in front of the small kitchen TV tuned to the news. SUPER ON TV reads “Batman: Vigilantism at its Deadliest”.
During this Bruce notices a black cat leap onto the window sill. The cat stares back at Bruce fixedly. An almost evil stare. It snarls then hisses, arching its back.
A hand lands on Bruce’s shoulder. Bruce reacts. It’s Selina. She smiles, wraps her arms around Bruce. She follows his gaze to the window sill.
SELINA
(re: cat)
I think Otto likes you.
BRUCE
Otto?
(then)
“Like” to claw my eyes out, maybe.
Selina chuckles, sits on his lap. She glances at the TV.
SELINA
Geez, where were the naysayers when the Joker had the city on it knees? How typical of society, shun the hero when he’s down.
Bruce looks at her, surprised.
BRUCE
You sympathize with that madman?
SELINA
Batman? Sure. Why not? He’s sexy. Dark. Dangerous.
(then, poignant)
Alone...
Bruce looks at Selina wondering, then smiles.
SELINA (cont’d)
What?
BRUCE
Nothing.
(shrugs; smiles)
Should I be worried?