[FONT="]INT. COMMISSIONER GORDONS OFFICE POLICE HQ [/FONT][FONT="][/FONT][FONT="] MOMENTS LATER[/FONT]
[FONT="]Gordon enters. He finds OFFICER CLIFFORD MERKEL (uniformed cop, early 30s), a LAWYER (DANIEL PRATT, 50s) and his client (ALAN WALLACE, late-20s) in a neck brace, arm in a sling, and one of his legs in a cast.[/FONT]
[FONT="]MERKEL[/FONT]
[FONT="](to Gordon)[/FONT]
[FONT="]Sir, Mr. Wallace is here with his lawyer.[/FONT]
[FONT="]GORDON[/FONT]
[FONT="]Who?[/FONT]
[FONT="]PRATT[/FONT]
[FONT="]Commissioner, my client and I have been waiting on you for the last hour.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Gordon looks Wallace over, smiles, amused.[/FONT]
[FONT="]GORDON[/FONT]
[FONT="]Sorry but Ive been rather busy. Gotham PD has its hands full.
(re: Wallace)
Theres vermin loose on our street. So what is it I can do for you counselor?[/FONT]
[FONT="]PRATT[/FONT]
[FONT="]My client has yet to be charged, Commissioner, and with good reason. [/FONT]
[FONT="]GORDON[/FONT]
[FONT="]Clark[/FONT][FONT="], get me the Deputy on the phone.[/FONT]
[FONT="](to Pratt)[/FONT]
[FONT="]Mr. Wallace was spotted fleeing the scene of a felony and fired on police men with an illegal weapon. [/FONT]
[FONT="]PRATT[/FONT]
[FONT="]No loot, no robbery and my client has yet to be identified as having fired upon your men. As for the weapon, Batman planted it on my client after violently assaulting him. My client was beaten within an inch of his life on the night of his arrest, Commissioner... A broken nose, a shattered femur, three broken ribs, a badly fractured leg... And that brace around his neck isnt for laughs... And not to mention his emotional trauma. [/FONT]
[FONT="]GORDON[/FONT]
[FONT="]Emotional trauma?[/FONT]
[FONT="]PRATT[/FONT]
[FONT="]The only real crime was committed by the Batman. You should hunt down that lunatic instead of hounding my client.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Gordon rubs his face. This is going to be a long and exhausting day.[/FONT]
[FONT="]GORDON[/FONT]
[FONT="]Merkel, draw up release papers for emotional trauma here.[/FONT]
[FONT="]EXT. PRISON YARD PEÑA DURO PRISON SANTA PRISCA - DAY [/FONT]
[FONT="]Bane sits at a table alone eating his meal. He looks up, casing the place: The yard is about 35 yards wide and 90 yards long. Surrounding the yard are 20 foot walls. A wire fence with barbed wire on top run atop the walls. Armed guards patrol along the top of the walls, looking down at the inmates.
ON BANE, taking all this in. [/FONT]
[FONT="]A few beats later, Bane reaches for the aluminum mug sitting on his food tray, slides it under his shirt.[/FONT]
[FONT="]INT. GORDONS OFFICE - NIGHT[/FONT]
[FONT="]Gordon is seated behind desk leafing through paperwork. Occasionally he glances up at the small television is his office.
[/FONT] [FONT="]ON TV: The host MIKE ENGEL, 40s and two other guests in a roundtable discussion.[/FONT]
[FONT="]ENGEL[/FONT]
[FONT="]For months now, criminals have been found[/FONT] [FONT="]battered and seriously wounded... The Batmans methods of capture are seemingly growing more violent and brutal. Is the Batman dangerous to Gotham?[/FONT]
[FONT="]GUEST #1[/FONT]
[FONT="]Hardly as dangerous as the criminals hes putting away. Gotham is a city of thieves and murderers and people too frightened to hope. Batman is something we need.[/FONT]
[FONT="]GUEST #2[/FONT]
[FONT="]Yes, but how long can we continue to condone this type of violent behavior? Enough is enough. The Batman bent the rules, and now hes broken them. Is he above the law? [/FONT]
[FONT="]
Gordon flips the channel. Another talk show, this time a TV reporter interviews passers-by on a street... [/FONT]
[FONT="]ON TV:[/FONT]
[FONT="]TV REPORTER[/FONT]
[FONT="]What do you think of Gotham citys most famous champion, sir?[/FONT]
[FONT="]PASSER-BY #1[/FONT]
[FONT="]Most famous champion?[/FONT]
[FONT="]PASSER-BY [/FONT][FONT="]#2[/FONT]
[FONT="]Well, hes sure keeping the hospitals busy.[/FONT]
[FONT="]PASSER-BY [/FONT][FONT="]#3[/FONT]
[FONT="]Hes putting the bad guys in jail aint he? So what if hes sending them to the hospital? They aint on the streets. [/FONT]
[FONT="]PASSER-BY [/FONT][FONT="]#4[/FONT]
[FONT="]Batman? He makes me sick![/FONT]
[FONT="]Gordon shakes his head, frowns. [/FONT]
[FONT="]ON TV: Host of the show EDWARD NASHTON (early 40s, tall, slender build) listens to his guest.[/FONT]
[FONT="]GUEST[/FONT]
[FONT="]... hes given his life to Gotham - the city, the people... Hes our protector.[/FONT]
[FONT="]NASHTON[/FONT]
[FONT="]But dont you think Batmans terrorist actions and explicit law breaking help create the very evil hes fighting against? What was the prevalence of costumed criminals like the Joker before the Batman? Clearly theres a correlation. [/FONT]
[FONT="]Gordon clicks off the broadcast. He reaches for a cigar in his desk, lights it, inhales deeply. Gordon gets up, moves to the open window. [/FONT]
[FONT="]GORDON[/FONT]
[FONT="](looking out; to self)[/FONT]
[FONT="]How did we let you get this far? [/FONT]
[FONT="](shakes his head)[/FONT]
[FONT="]I dont know if I can protect you on this one.[/FONT]
[FONT="]THE CAMERA PULLS OUT, MOVING SEVERAL STORIES UP... finally settling on Batman, perched atop a buttress, poised, still as a stone statue, gazing down at the streets below, watching like a hawk in its aerie. [/FONT]
[FONT="]INT. EDWARD NASHTONS OFFICE NIGHT[/FONT]
[FONT="]A neat and pretentious looking office laden with books, journals and periodicals. Edward Nashton sits, quiet, working diligently on a crossword puzzle.[/FONT]
[FONT="]INT. STUDIO HALLWAY A BIT LATER[/FONT]
[FONT="]Edward comes out of his office, continues down the corridor. [/FONT]
[FONT="]INT. OFFICE OF THE STUDIO EXEC. MINUTES LATER[/FONT]
[FONT="]Large, regal. The executive producer, TERRY MCNULTY (silver-haired, mid-50s), is seated behind his desk. A knock on the door and Edward enters.[/FONT]
[FONT="]EDWARD[/FONT]
[FONT="]You wanted to see me, Terry?[/FONT]
[FONT="]MCNULTY[/FONT]
[FONT="]Yeah, come in Edward. Take a seat.[/FONT]
[FONT="] (a beat)[/FONT]
[FONT="]We have a problem, Ed. Its your ratings. Theyre plunging. Down 15% compared to last month. Apparently, and perhaps not surprisingly, no ones sold on your the Bat made me do it theory. Youre trying to turn the viewers against their caped crusader with your perverse opinion-spewing and I dont think they appreciate it. Whats more your advertisers are getting skittish. Like it or not Ed, the public is on Batmans side. [/FONT]
[FONT="]EDWARD[/FONT]
[FONT="]I think we should give it time. After all, the evidence is clear. In fact, I think we should seriously consider interviewing some Bat villains on show. This way viewers can better grasp my point. [/FONT]
[FONT="]MCNULTY[/FONT]
[FONT="](laughs)[/FONT]
[FONT="]Hell, youre not serious are you? Youll come off like a clown, Ed. Its a news show, for goodness sake, not a circus. Keep it dignified. Conventional. Its what the public wants.[/FONT]
[FONT="](then)[/FONT]
[FONT="]Also, cut out the holier-than-thou attitude and haughty language. Its hugely unappealing. [/FONT]
[FONT="]A beat.[/FONT]
[FONT="]EDWARD[/FONT]
[FONT="]Let me think it over.[/FONT]
[FONT="]MCNULTY[/FONT]
[FONT="]No Edward. Dont like it, you can always resign.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Edward clenches a fist beneath the table, trying to control his rage.[/FONT]
[FONT="]INT. EDWARDS OFFICE MOMENTS LATER[/FONT]
[FONT="]Edward strides around in silent rage, a caged lion, muttering to himself. He slams his desk angrily. A beat. Edward takes a seat in his swivel chair. CLOSE ON EDWARD as he leans back on his chair, gathering his thoughts. A long beat and then Edward suddenly rises from his seat, fetches a coat, opens the door to his office and exits.[/FONT]
[FONT="]INT. BANES CELL PEÑA DURO PRISON SANTA PRISCA NIGHT[/FONT]
[FONT="]Dark, dank cell. The only available light is the pallid moonlight. Bane has the aluminum mug in his hands. Almost effortlessly, he rips off the handle. He moves to the cell wall. Calmly, he scrapes one tip of the mug handle against the concrete wall, producing a jagged weapon. [/FONT]
[FONT="]INT. AISLEWAY PEÑA DURO PRISON SANTA PRISCA LATER[/FONT]
[FONT="]It is raining outside. There is an occasional rumble of thunder that echoes through the silent cell house. [/FONT]
[FONT="]A prison guard walks down the aisleway. He walks by a row of cells, looking in at the sleeping inmates as he passes. [/FONT]
[FONT="]The guard reaches near the end of the aisleway, passing Banes cell. The guard stops, sensing something. He turns and looks down at the ground by Banes cell. An aluminum mug sits on the floor by the cell door. The guard traces back, looks at Bane through the cell bars. Bane is perfectly still, asleep. Everything looks normal. The guard bends to pick up the aluminum mug. As he rises... Banes arm SHOOTS through the cell bars, grabbing the guard by the throat. Bane leans in...[/FONT]
[FONT="]BANE[/FONT]
[FONT="](whisper)[/FONT]
[FONT="]I need your keys.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Banes other arm shoots out and, with the aluminum weapon in[/FONT] [FONT="]hand, he stabs prison guard repeatedly in the neck. Lightning flushes illuminating Bane and the prison guard.[/FONT]
[FONT="]INT. VENTILATION SHAFT PEÑA DURO PRISON SANTA PRISCA LATER[/FONT]
[FONT="]Bane scales up a ladder rapidly. Its a 40 foot climb. The end of the shaft opens onto the cellhouse roof. Iron bars cover the shaft preventing any exit. [/FONT]
[FONT="]
Bane reaches the top of the shaft, steadies himself. He pulls out a section of pipe from his waistband, slides it through the iron bars. Using the pipe as a lever, Bane bends the bars. Then using his hands, Bane bends the bars further, wide enough for him to climb through. [/FONT]
[FONT="]
EXT. CELLHOUSE ROOF SECONDS LATER[/FONT]
[FONT="]
The night is dark and wind strong. Search lights crisscross the roof. Bane waits a moment in the darkness. He looks around. The prison is in the middle of the ocean. Theres nothing around for miles. But Bane looks on unperturbed. The lights are turned off and Bane makes a run for the roofs edge... sprinting... He LEAPS, over a railing, hurtling into the empty night space...[/FONT]
[FONT="]
ON BANE as he hangs in flight... then descends, disappearing into the jet-black waters.[/FONT]
[FONT="]
EXT. UNMARKED POLICE SEDAN NIGHT[/FONT]
[FONT="]
DETECTIVE HARVEY BULLOCK, mid-30s, short, stocky, a hydrant built, and rookie detective, BERNARD DUNHAM, seated on the drivers side.[/FONT][FONT="]
Dunham is in pursuit of a DELIVERY TRUCK, sirens blaring. [/FONT]
[FONT="]
BULLOCK[/FONT]
[FONT="]Damn that sucker can move! Goddamn Joker copycats... Better step on it, Dunham, Gordonll have our heads if we lose em.
(alarmed)
Hey, eyes on the road.[/FONT]
[FONT="]
DUNHAM[/FONT]
[FONT="](looking up)[/FONT]
[FONT="]What is that?[/FONT]
[FONT="]
BULLOCK[/FONT]
[FONT="]Whats what, kid?[/FONT]
[FONT="]
Bullock looks up.[/FONT][FONT="] In the sky light, which catch a glimpse of a large, bat-like figure swinging along directly above the chase.[/FONT]
[FONT="]BULLOCK[/FONT]
[FONT="]Heh, right on time. Slow down kid. Its out of our hands now.[/FONT]
[FONT="]DUNHAM[/FONT]
[FONT="]But were under orders. Arrest the Batman on sight.[/FONT]
[FONT="]BULLOCK[/FONT]
[FONT="]Sure. When hes finished.[/FONT]
[FONT="]UP ABOVE,[/FONT]
[FONT="]Batman swings into view, landing on rooftops, jumping fearlessly, cape flaring dramatically. Again he shoots his grappling gun, swings as if gliding, lowering downwards for the truck.[/FONT]
[FONT="]INT. DELIVERY TRUCK CONTINUOUS[/FONT]
[FONT="]Inside, two burly thugs in clown masks (MURRAY and DENIS), and behind the wheel, a much larger man, unmasked, with hardened facial features... Meet WAYLON JONES aka CROC. [/FONT]
[FONT="]IN THE SIDE MIRROR DENIS POV[/FONT]
[FONT="]Batman swinging in closer[/FONT]
[FONT="]DENIS[/FONT]
[FONT="]Jesus! Its him. Its Batman.[/FONT]
[FONT="]CROC[/FONT]
[FONT="]Shut up![/FONT]
[FONT="]Croc shifts gears, accelerating. [/FONT]
[FONT="]
EXT. STREET SAME[/FONT]
[FONT="]
ON THE TRUCK, [/FONT][FONT="]as it swerves, bumps, scrapes through traffic.[/FONT]
[FONT="]ON BATMAN,[/FONT][FONT="] as he plummets, and then THUMPS onto the roof of the speeding truck. He uses a PNEUMATIC MANGLING DEVICE hidden in his palm, chops straight through the roof and holds on.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Croc swiftly turns the wheel. The truck veers sharply, tires screaming. Batman swings wildly on the roof -[/FONT]
[FONT="]
EXT. CONSTRUCTION SITE CONTINUOUS[/FONT]
[FONT="]
The truck crashes through a fenced-gate of a construction site. Croc loses control as the truck turns too sharply and begins to tilt sideways toward the drivers side. Batman [/FONT][FONT="]holds on as the driver side of truck slams onto its side and slides along. [/FONT][FONT="]As this happens, Batman leaps off the toppled truck and out of sight into the shadows.[/FONT]
[FONT="]
The truck spews smoke from the hood. Croc kicks out the windshield, pulls himself through. [/FONT]
[FONT="]
MURRAY[/FONT]
[FONT="]Oh my God - My leg! Help me.[/FONT]
[FONT="]
CROC[/FONT]
[FONT="](to Denis, re: Murray)[/FONT]
[FONT="]
Leave him.[/FONT]
[FONT="]
Croc and Denis make a run for the building.[/FONT]
[FONT="]
Soon after Batman emerges from the shadows, stands over Murray, dark and macabre. Murray stares wide-eyed, terrified and quaking, frightened out of his mind.[/FONT]
[FONT="]
MURRAY[/FONT]
[FONT="]Oh, Jesus... Please, I-I give up. I surrender... Please![/FONT]
[FONT="]
Murray[/FONT][FONT="] screams as he is engulfed in darkness.[/FONT]
[FONT="]
ON BULLOCK AND DUNHAM, [/FONT][FONT="]as they arrive. Dunham spots Batman moving in the shadows, headed for the building. Dunham pulls out a handgun. Bullock holds his gun hand down.[/FONT]
[FONT="]BULLOCK[/FONT]
[FONT="]Let him do his thing, kid.[/FONT]
[FONT="]
INT.[/FONT][FONT="] BUILDING[/FONT][FONT="] MOMENTS LATER[/FONT]
[FONT="]
Croc and Denis skulk in the shadows, guns drawn.[/FONT]
[FONT="]
DENIS[/FONT]
[FONT="]Damn! I-I cant see nothing -[/FONT]
[FONT="]
CROC[/FONT]
[FONT="]Shut up! And stay close. [/FONT]
[FONT="]
Suddenly a grapple rope wraps around Denis leg and yanks him[/FONT][FONT="] down and out a window. Denis screams, freaking as he disappears into the darkness.[/FONT]
[FONT="]ON CROC,[/FONT][FONT="] he sees immediately whats happened and reacts, starts firing indiscriminately into the ceiling and all around him.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Just then a shadow drops in the background. Croc whips round. As he goes to aim his gun, a BATARANG hits it and the gun goes flying.[/FONT][FONT="] Croc lunges forward at Batman... BOOM! They collide like two rams, locking and grappling. A brief struggle follows and then Croc hoists Batman in the air, hurls him several feet. Croc ensues his attack with a ground assault, [/FONT][FONT="]delivering a devastating barrage of punches to the head with unprecedented viciousness. Almost faster than the eye can follow, Batman traps Crocs right arm between his legs and [/FONT][FONT="]- CRACK! Just the sound of Crocs arm breaking. Croc screams with the pain. Screams with anger. He reels back. Clutches his broken arm.[/FONT]
[FONT="]CROC[/FONT]
[FONT="]What, you gon cripple me too?[/FONT]
[FONT="]
Batman runs up, leaps up in the air at Croc... his knee shoots out to rearrange Crocs facial cartilage and - CRUNCH! Croc goes down, knocked out cold.[/FONT]
[FONT="]
INT.[/FONT][FONT="] BUILDING[/FONT][FONT="] MOMENTS LATER[/FONT]
[FONT="]
Batman secures Croc with a ZIP-TIE. During this Dunham approaches from behind with his gun drawn.[/FONT]
[FONT="]
DUNHAM[/FONT]
[FONT="]Freeze Batman. [/FONT]
[FONT="]
Batman rises, stares Dunham down with demonic eyes. [/FONT]
[FONT="]
DUNHAM (contd)[/FONT]
[FONT="]Uhh - I mean it. Youre under arrest.[/FONT]
[FONT="]
Again Bullock pushes Dunhams pistol down.[/FONT]
[FONT="]
BULLOCK[/FONT]
[FONT="]Jesus kid, you just get off the short yellow bus? Hes being patient with you as it is.[/FONT]
[FONT="](to Batman, re: Croc)[/FONT]
[FONT="]Heh, Croc. Not a bad piece of work. Say, ymind if we take credit for this one, Bats?[/FONT]
[FONT="]
Bullock turns. Batmans already gone.[/FONT]
[FONT="]
BULLOCK (CONTD)[/FONT]
[FONT="](shrugs)[/FONT]
[FONT="]He didnt say no.[/FONT]