Rev. 10/10/88 (Pink)
Rev. 10/12/88 (Blue)
"BATMAN"
Screenplay
by
Sam Hamm
and
Warren Skaaren
Based on the Character Created
by
Bob Kane
FIFTH DRAFT
October 6, 1988
FADE IN:
EXT. CITYSCAPE - NIGHT
Gotham City. The City of Tomorrow: stark angles,
creeping shadows, dense, crowded, as if hell had erupted
through the sidewalks. A dangling fat moon shines
overhead.
EXT. GOTHAM SQUARE - NIGHT
PUSHERS wave to HOOKERS. STREET HUSTLERS slap high-fives
with three-card monte dealers. They all seem to know
each other... with one conspicuous exception:
A TOURIST FAMILY, MOM, DAD, AND LITTLE JIMMY, march
warily down the main drag. Just out of a show. But the
respectable theatre crowd has thinned out, and now --
Playbills in hand -- they're on Gotham's meanest street.
MOM
For God's sake, Harold, can we
please just get a taxi??
DAD
I'm trying to get a --
(shouting)
TAXI!!
Three cabs streak pass and disappear. Jimmy reads map.
JIMMY
We're going the wrong way.
Nearby, STREET TYPES are beginning to snicker.
DAD
Put that AWAY. We'll look like
tourists.
TWO COPS lean on their patrol car outside an all-night
souvlaki stand, sipping coffee and chatting with a
HOOKER.
The HOOKER smiles at Jimmy. Jimmy smiles back. Mom
yanks him off down the street and glowers at Dad.
DAD
We'll never get a cab. Let's cut
over to Seventh.
JIMMY
Seventh is that way.
DAD
I know where we are!
EXT. SIDE STREET - NIGHT (THAT MOMENT)
Deserted street lined with stripped-down cars. Family
marches into the darkness.
VOICE
Hey, mister. Gimme a dollar?
A DERELICT -- nineteen or twenty, acne-scarred -- his
ratty T-shirt -- "I LOVE GOTHAM CITY" -- family moves on,
pretending not to hear.
DERELICT
Mister. How about it. One dollar?
(standing up)
Are you deaf? -- Do you speak
English??
TOURISTS cross street. DERELICT doesn't follow.
Their pace quickens. A SHADOWY FIGURE in the alleyway.
A GLOVED HAND slams a GUN across Dad's neck.
He crumples. Mom grabs Jimmy and backs up against a
brick wall, too terrified to scream. The DERELICT races
across the street to join his confederate, the STREET
PUNK, who's already searching for Dad's wallet.
Mom's ready to snap -- STREET PUNK trains his gun on
Jimmy.
STREET PUNK
Do the kid a favor, lady. Don't
scream.
TEARS stream down her face. She stifles a scream and
clutches Jimmy. He's paralyzed with fear.
The two PUNKS CHUCKLE and race away.
Mom's self-control disintegrates -- she begins to SCREAM
before moving to unconscious Dad. SCREAM ECHOES.
EXT. CATHEDRAL - NIGHT
A darkly ornate Gothic anomaly: old City Cathedral, once
grand, long since boarded up.
STONE GARGOYLES gaze down from their shadowy rooftops.
Mom's SCREAM (uninterrupted from the previous scene)
ECHOES up. And one of the GARGOYLES MOVES.
EXT. ROOFTOP - NIGHT
Six stories up.
The PUNKS -- NICK and EDDIE -- hunker down on the tar-
and-gravel roof, sizing up their take.
NICK
All RIGHT. American Express.
(tossing the credit
card at Eddie)
Don't leave home without it.
A chill wind BLOWS as Nick counts cash. There's a
distant, metallic CLANG; EDDIE hears it and tenses up.
EDDIE
Let's beat it, man. I don't like
it up here.
NICK
What are ya, scared of heights?
EDDIE
I dunno. After what happened to
Johnny Gobs --
NICK
Look, Johnny Gobs got ripped and
walked off a roof, all right? No
big loss.
EDDIE
No, man. That ain't what I heard
at all.
(beat)
I heard the BAT got him.
NICK
The BAT?! Gimme a break, will
you, Eddie?
EDDIE
Five stories, straight down.
There was no blood in the body.
NICK
No shit. It was all over the
pavement.
ANOTHER SOUND. Now even Nick can't ignore the slight
tingle at the base of his spine...
NICK
Shut up.
(conclusively)
There ain't no bat.
At the opposite corner of the roof, some fifteen yards
away... at the end of a line, a STRANGE BLACK SILHOUETTE
is dropping slowly, implacably, into frame...
EDDIE
You shouldn'ta turned the gun on
that kid, man. You shouldn'ta --
NICK
You want your cut of this money or
don't you? Now shut up! Shut
up --
BOTH PUNKS FREEZE at the sudden, inexplicable sound of
BOOTS CRUNCHING ON GRAVEL. They turn slowly. Their
JAWS DROP.
At the edge of the roof, bathed in moonlight, is a BLACK
APPARITION.
Eddie freezes, a choked GURGLE in his throat. The BLACK
FIGURE advances and spreads its arms, slowly, majes-
tically. GREAT SHADOWY WINGS flap in the wind.
On its chest is THE EMBLEM OF A BAT, in an oval yellow
field, glowing like a target in the darkness..
Nick drops to the gravel, grabs the GUN, and FIRES TWICE.
TWO CLEAN HITS. The strange black figure is knocked
bodily to the roof.
NICK
-- I'm gettin' outta here.
He bends to retrieve his loot. Eddie lets out AN ODD,
PRE-VERBAL SQUEAL...
... and NICK sees THE HUMAN BAT, BACK ON ITS FEET, NIGHT-
MARISH, UNDEAD, MOVING SLOWLY AND INEVITABLY CLOSER.
Panic. Stolen money flutters out of Nick's hands. He
SCUTTLES FRANTICALLY across the roof. The BLACK SPECTRE
is blocking his path to the fire escape. Trapped like a
rat, Nick FIRES WILDLY.
Eddie's face is pale. The BAT treads calmly past. A LEG
snakes out. A BLACK BOOT catches Eddie high on the chest
-- LIFTS HIM CLEANLY OFF HIS FEET -- AND SENDS HIM FLYING
THROUGH THE AIR. Eddie slams into a brick chimney and
slumps unconscious.
THE BAT DOESN'T EVEN BREAK HIS STRIDE. Nick CHARGES past
the black wraith, toward the fire escape...
A GLOVED HAND slices through the air, and Nick pitches
forward, his legs ensnared in a tangle of WIRES. SCREAM-
ING, he drags himself across the gravel roof, the BAT at
his heels... 'til there's no place left to go. Nick
cowers on the edge.
Nick keeps SHOOTING. Eyes closed. Hammer falls on an
empty chamber, but Nick still pulls the trigger. He
MOANS.
BAT grabs Nick by the shirt, HOISTS HIM into the air.
NICK
Don't kill me... don't kill me...
Nick opens his eyes... the BAT is standing on the ledge
of the roof -- HOLDING HIM OUT, at arm's length, over six
stories of nothingness. A rasping VOICE.
BATMAN
You're trespassing, Ratbreath.
Nick looks down. Far, far below, CARS wink silently past.
He looks up. And sees, in the mirrored lenses where
Batman's eyes should be, the twin reflections of his own
stricken face.
NICK
Trespassing? You don't own the
night.
BATMAN
Tell your friends. Tell all your
friends. I AM the night.
Nick HOWLS. Batman heaves him roughly back onto the tar-
and-gravel surface of the roof. And then -- casually,
without a moment's hesitation -- steps off the ledge,
into midair.
Trembling, Nick crawls to the ledge and looks over...
finding ABSOLUTELY NO TRACE of the Batman.
Nick is still SCREAMING as we PAN UP TO Gotham's moon.
MAIN CREDITS ROLL:
BATMAN
CUT TO:
INT. GOTHAM CITY DEMOCRATS' CLUB - NIGHT
A VICTORY POSTER fills one wall: "CONGRATULATIONS! A
NEW GOTHAM CITY! HARVEY DENT - DISTRICT ATTORNEY."
MAYOR BORG, hysterical and self-certain introduces the
new District Attorney, HARVEY DENT -- a young, determined
lawyer.
MAYOR BORG
Across this nation, the words
'Gotham City' are synonymous with
crime. Our streets are overrun,
and our police officials have been
helpless. As Mayor I promised you
that I would root out the source
of corruption at the root! Boss
Carl Grissom! Our new District
Attorney Harvey Dent will carry
out that promise. I promise.
APPLAUSE. DENT stands to speak. We SEE a SINGLE EMPTY
PLACE SETTING at the end of the table -- and an engraved
placecard which bears the name "BRUCE WAYNE."
DENT
I'm a man of few words. But those
words will count. And so will our
actions. I have talked today to
Police Commissioner Gordon.
ANGLE ON JAMES W. GORDON
Gotham's police commissioner, a distinguished gent in
his late fifties.
DENT
He is targeting businesses
suspected of fronting for the
syndicate in this city. Within
one week we'll knock down their
doors and shed the light of the
law on that nest of vipers.
INT. APARTMENT - NIGHT
A woman's apartment, sparsely furnished but tasteless.
Modern chairs and coffee table in front of a TV set.
High-fashion magazine picture blow-ups all modeled by
the same girl on walls.
In the foreground: a MAN'S HAND, long, elegant, and
manicured, manipulates a DECK OF CARDS, doing a one-
handed shuffle with extraordinary finesse.
The TV news has highlights of HARVEY DENT's victory
speech.
DENT (V.O.)
(on the TV screen)
Together we can make this city
safe for decent people --
THE HAND sets the deck on a table, turns up FOUR JACKS
off the top. This most unusual deck sports a .22 calibre
BULLET HOLE straight through the middle.
JACK NAPIER
Decent people shouldn't live here.
They'd be happier someplace else.
JACK NAPIER is right-hand man and chief enforcer to
BOSS CARL GRISSOM.
He is tough, vain, takes great pride in his appearance,
and is not reconciled to no longer being twenty one.
Velvet Death. ALICIA HUNT -- CARL GRISSOM's woman --
glides over in her negligee. Jack has his feet on the
table, resting on a copy of Vogue on the cover of which
is a picture of Alicia. She lifts his feet and rescues
the magazine. She is young, very beautiful, and as
narcissistic as Jack. She's the model pictured on the
walls.
ALICIA
Pretty tough talk about Carl.
JACK
Don't worry about it. It this
clown could tough Grissom... I'd
have killed him by now.
Alicia knots Jack's loose tie playfully about his neck.
ALICIA
If Grissom knew about us... he
might kill you.
Jack's eye darts back and forth between the TV and his
own reflection in a nearby vanity. Not interested in
her.
JACK
Don't flatter yourself, angel.
He's a tired old man. He can't
run this city without me.
(pause)
And besides, he doesn't know.
Jack remotes OFF the TV.
ALICIA
You don't worry about anything,
do you, Jack?
Jack gives Alicia a disdainful look, consults his watch,
reaches for his topcoat, and stands in front of the
vanity. He runs a hand through sculpted hair, checks his
fine threads.
ALICIA
You look fine.
He smiles at himself before turning to the door.
JACK
... I didn't ask.
CUT TO:
EXT. ALLEYWAY - NIGHT
The scene of the earlier mugging is now ABUZZ with police
cars, an ambulance, a forensics van.
Eddie goes past on a stretcher, catatonic. Watching him
are a POLICE MEDIC and a porcine cop, LT. ECKHARDT, who
jots on a notepad.
ECKHARDT
No, let me guess. A gigantic,
menacing, supernatural form... in
the shape of a bat.
MEDIC
That's it... What are they SEEING
up there?
ECKHARDT
They're all drinkin' Drano.
MEDIC
It's still weird, Lieutenant.
ECKHARDT
(under his breath)
Oh Christ, Knox!
At the mouth of the alley is ALEXANDER KNOX, 30, a crime
reporter for the Gotham Globe.
KNOX
Hiya, gents. I hear we got
another bat attack.
That's eight 'sightings' now in
just under a month. I hear the
Commissioner's opened a file.
ECKHARDT
Sorry, Knox. These two slipped
on a banana peel.
Two uniformed PATROLMEN drag a brain-fried Nick past.
NICK
A bat, I tell you, a GIANT bat!
He wanted me to do him a favor...!
Knox smirks. Eckhardt and the Medic trade disgusted
looks.
ECKHARDT
(irritated)
Don't be writing this crap in the
newspaper, Knox, it'll ruin your
already useless reputation.
KNOX
Lieutenant. Lotsa punks in town're
scared stiff! They say he drinks
blood. They say he can't be killed.
ECKHARDT
I say you're full of shit, Knox.
Eckhardt turns away in annoyance.
ECKHARDT
And you can quote me on that!
KNOX
Lieutenant. Is there a six-foot
bat in Gotham City?
(shouting)
If so, is he on the police payroll?
If so, what's he pulling down
after taxes?
EXT. STREET - NIGHT (THAT MOMENT)
Eckhardt emerges onto the side street -- and spies a
STRETCH LIMO IDLING nearby. Leaning on the hood, waving
hi, is the dandyish Jack NAPIER. Jack's odd driver BOB
HAWKINS polishes the door handle.
Jack swaggers up and tosses Eckhardt a sandwich bag.
JACK
I brought you a little snack,
Eckhardt.
Eckhardt looks at the sandwich inside. It's full of 100
DOLLAR BILLS. The cop throws a nervous glance back in
KNOX's direction and stuffs it quickly in his coat.
ECKHARDT
Why don't you broadcast it, Napier?
JACK
Shut up and listen -- Harvey Dent
is sniffing around one of our
companies.
Eckhardt bristles.
ECKHARDT
(testy)
That's my territory, Jack. If
there's a problem --
Suddenly, Jack grabs Eckhardt by the lapels of his
topcoat.
JACK
Eckhardt... your problems are our
problems.
ECKHARDT
(knocking his hands
away)
I answer to Grissom, not to
Psychos.
JACK
Why, Eckhardt. You should be
thinking about the future.
ECKHARDT
(sneers)
You mean... when you run the show?
You got no future, Jack. You're
an A-1 nut boy and Grissom knows
it.
Jack claps a hand on Eckhardt's face and shoves him full-
force into a wall. Stunned, Eckhardt turns bright red
and grabs Jack by the coat collar and whips out his gun.
Jack calmly takes his hand from Eckhardt's face as the
latter brings the gun up.
JACK
(relaxed)
Watch the suit.
Breathing heavily, Eckhardt lets go of Jack's coat and
lowers the gun.
JACK
(smiles)
See. You can make a good decision
when you try.
Jack LAUGHS insanely in Eckhardt's ashen face, EXITS.
When Jack is out of earshot, Eckhardt MUTTERS
menacingly:
ECKHARDT
And where you been spending your
nights, handsome...?
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. GOTHAM CITY SQUARE - DAY
Hard-hatted Dent and Gordon follow Mayor across the
construction-filled square. Preparations are being made
for a gigantic public event. Banner goes up saying
"200TH ANNIVERSARY OF GOTHAM CITY FESTIVAL."
MAYOR
I don't care how much in debt this
festival is. I want a parade, hot
dogs, balloons, the whole schmeer.
We're gonna celebrate this 200th
anniversary proudly. And PUBLICLY.
DENT
We may be celebrating it in
bankruptcy court. The tax base
is crumbling, and if this festival
crashes you can kiss our bond
rating goodbye. The Festival is
$350,000 in the red and we haven't
seen one balloon.
MAYOR
I'll take care of the festival
budget. I've got a party of rich
old ladies who'll pay $1000 to see
the inside of Wayne Manor. You
fill this square with people, kids,
dogs, families, and the businesses
will come back here.
GORDON
I think a lot of people might stay
away, Mayor. They're scared.
MAYOR
They won't be scared when you've
got Grissom in that courthouse. I
promised that, right?
Gordon nods as Mayor marches across the square.
INT. GOTHAM GLOBE - CITY ROOM - DAY
Gotham's leading tabloid daily. KNOX RUSHES IN, spots
BOB THE CARTOONIST at his drafting table, with several
amused REPORTERS looking on.
REPORTER
Well, well. Count Dracula! You
seen Bigfoot lately?
ANOTHER REPORTER
They BURIED your story on the
Batman.
REPORTER
They bury garbage.
KNOX
This is the Pulitzer prize zone,
boys! You wait!
BOB
Oh, Knox -- I got something for
you.
BOB holds up a drawing of a HUMAN BAT, with an awful,
fanged rodent's face, wearing a business suit. The cap-
tion reads: "HAVE YOU SEEN THIS MAN?"
The REPORTERS CRACK up. Knox, who's used to the ribbing,
mumbles.
KNOX
Very nice, boys. A little more
gore on the fangs.
(under his breath)
What a dick...
He moves on
INT. KNOX'S OFFICE - DAY
Knox approaches but stops in his tracks.
Propped up on the desk are a PAIR OF EXCEPTIONAL LEGS.
Knox stares. He takes her in -- the most beautiful woman
he's ever seen is attached to the legs. Leaning back in
Knox's swivel chair, reading the Globe. Her face
obscured by a big outrageous HAT. He ENTERS.
KNOX
Hel-lo, legs.
The hat tips back. VICKI VALE, her face framed by a
shock of bright red hair, flashes a dazzling smile.
VICKI
I'm reading your stuff.
KNOX
And I'm reading yours.
He looks at the oversized CAMERA BAG with decals all over
it. Monogrammed "V.V." She stands, shakes hands.
VICKI
Hi, I'm Vicki Vale.
Her attitude is strong, hip, professional.
KNOX
Vicki Vale... Vicki Vale... Let's
see... Vogue, Cosmo... I've seen
your stuff. Listen, you didn't
come here to ask me to pose nude,
because you're going to need a
long lens.
VICKI
Actually I've been in Corto
Maltese.
She pulls out a sheet of COMBAT PHOTOS -- exploding Jeeps,
burning huts, bodies in piles. A bloody revolution.
KNOX
Hey , a girl could get hurt doing
this.
Knox is impressed but he's also smitten:
KNOX
(amazed)
What are you doing here?
VICKI
I'm here to see some of the
wildlife in Gotham City.
KNOX
Wildlife... like what?
VICKI
Like -- bats.
She indicates his desk which is littered with doodles of
bats.
KNOX
(disbelieving)
Who sent you?
VICKI
No one. I read your piece.
There's something about this
that's very interesting to me.
KNOX
What's your angle?
VICKI
A picture of a guy in a bat suit
catching criminals?
(her hand sweeping
a headline)
BATMAN SWEEPS CRIME FROM GOTHAM.
My pictures. Your words. This
is Pulitzer prize material.
KNOX
(exhilarated)
You're a visionary. Problem is,
you're the only one who believes
me. I need something tangible.
Gordon's got a file on this but I
can't get him on the phone.
A sly look crosses Vicki's face.
VICKI
He'll be at Bruce Wayne's benefit,
won't he?
KNOX
I don't seem to be on the guest
list.
Sulking, he doesn't notice Vicki reaching into her camera
bag. He doesn't see the small white INVITATION until she
DANGLES IT right in front of his nose.
KNOX
Miss Vale... Got a date?
She flutters her great big eyelashes and shakes her head
no.
VICKI
Will you help me?
KNOX
Yes. Will you marry me?
VICKI
Perhaps. Do you snore?
She LAUGHS. He offers her his arm.
KNOX
I'll learn.
CUT TO:
INT. PENTHOUSE - NIGHT
A HUGE PLATE GLASS WINDOW on the best view in Gotham.
CARL GRISSOM, criminal kingpin, is 50, utterly without
charm.
His LIEUTENANTS -- bloodless white-collar types as well
as a few outright GOONS -- are sprawled nearby in easy
chairs. Grissom waves a copy of the Globe -- with HARVEY
DENT staring out from page one.
GRISSOM
Say this son of a bitch makes a
connection with us and Axis
Chemicals, what kind of damage are
we looking at?
ACCOUNTANT
If he ties us in with Axis Chemical,
we're dead and buried.
(clearing his throat)
We should move immediately.
Jack slouches in an easy chair doing his one-handed
shuffle.
JACK
Let's just break-in, trash the
office, make off with the books...
and call it 'industrial espionage.'
GRISSOM
Smart thinking, Jack.
That's the way to go. In fact --
I'd like you to handle this
operation personally.
Jack's hand FREEZES over his lucky deck. Nervously, he
turns a card off the top. It's not a jack; it's a Joker
-- a Joker with a neat, round, .22 calibre HOLE through
its face.
At this exact moment, METAL DOORS slide back -- and
ALICIA HUNT steps out of GRISSOM's private elevator with
an armful of SHOPPING BAGS.
GRISSOM
Hello, sweetheart. I wonder if
you'd mind waiting in the other
room.
Alicia's gaze meets Jack's nervously as she vanishes
through a side door. The eye contact is not lost on
Grissom.
GRISSOM
Thank you, gentlemen. That's all
for now.
Grissom's CRONIES FILE OUT. Jack, troubled, lingers
behind. He looks miserable and obviously doesn't want
to go.
JACK
Carl, can't we send somebody else?
The fumes in that place...
GRISSOM
Jack, it's an important job -- I
need someone I can trust. You're
my number one guy.
(beat)
Now don't forget your lucky deck.
Jack, resigned, pockets the deck and leaves.
GRISSOM
(wolfish grin)
My friend, your luck is just
about to change.
Alicia APPEARS in the doorway, modeling her new
purchases.
GRISSOM
(smiling into phone)
Get me Lieutenant Eckhardt.
CUT TO:
EXT. WAYNE MANOR - ESTABLISHING - NIGHT
A vast, rambling mansion on sixty wooded acres a half-
hour's drive from Gotham. Out front, a team of
red-jacketed VALETS are parking expensive cars.
INT. BALLROOM - NIGHT
The ballroom is outfitted with roulette wheels for a
CASINO NIGHT. Gotham's POWER ELITE eagerly throw cash
into Mayor's festival kitty. Small banner "SAVE THE
FESTIVAL!"
ANOTHER ANGLE - HANDSOME YOUNG BRUCE WAYNE
enters from the kitchen. He's a rich, smart guy with a
thousand things on his mind. But when you think he's not
paying attention -- you're dead wrong. He doesn't miss
a thing.
A WAITER hands him something to sign. He signs and the
waiter EXITS. Left with the pen, he isn't sure what to
do with it. He looks around and finally decides to put
it in a flowerpot. Just then ALFRED THE BUTLER, 60s
mannered but with sense of humor, APPEARS and takes it
from him. Alfred smiles as Bruce continues through the
foyer past --
In his cheap suit, stands Knox -- staring inquisitively
up at the ceiling.
Alfred appears with a tray of champagne glasses. He,
too, looks up at the ceiling.
ALFRED
Can I help you, sir?
KNOX
You know if you cut your bath in
half, you'd have my whole
apartment.
ALFRED
We do have a rather large
bathroom, sir.
KNOX
No, I meant your bath... as in
TUB.
Knox takes a drink and Alfred MOVES ON.
ANOTHER ANGLE
Alfred stoops to pick up some glasses, the other glasses
on his tray slide. He's caught a bit. Vicki catches the
glasses. Vicki smiles.
VICKI
You okay?
ALFRED
Yes, thank you.
A small bond has been formed. Alfred CONTINUES on his
way. As an afterthought Vicki calls after him. Stops.
Bruce has been watching. Vicki turns to him.
VICKI
Excuse me... which one of these
guys is Bruce Wayne?
BRUCE
(caught off guard)
I... I'm not sure.
VICKI
Thanks.
BRUCE
Uh... yeah.
Vicki WALKS AWAY. Bruce watches her, very intrigued.
ANGLE ON GORDON
At craps table, blowing into his fist, he rolls dice.
Snake eyes. He passes the dice as Knox and Vicki PUSH
UP.
KNOX
Commissioner Gordon, Mrs. Gordon.
How nice you look tonight.
(to Gordon)
Have you heard this crazy rumor
that you have opened a file on
the Batman? That's not true is
it?
Knox puts his hands up behind his head and wiggles his
fingers -- like little bat ears. Gordon GROANS.
GORDON
Knox, for the ninth time, there
is no bat. If there were, we
would find him -- we would arrest
him --
KNOX
... find him, arrest him... that's
what I always hear, Commissioner.
Be straight with me.
Dent ambles up, claps a hand on Gordon's shoulder.
DENT
How's your luck, Jim?
KNOX
Mr. Dent. Commissioner Gordon and
I were just talking about winged
vigilantes, what's your stand?
DENT
Mr. Knox, we have enough real
problems in this city without
worrying about ghosts.
AN OFFICER motions to Gordon, who FOLLOWS HIM into
another room. Vicki nods at Knox as they slip away to
FOLLOW THEM.
ANGLE ON BRUCE
He watches them. Especially the beauteous Vicki.
EXT. AXIS CHEMICAL CO. - ESTABLISHING - NIGHT
A NEON SIGN reads: "AXIS CHEMICAL. THE FUTURE IS NOW."
From the SIGN we PAN TO a METAL SLUICE GATE -- dumping
TONS of CHURNING TOXIC SLUDGE into Gotham's East River.
A PLAIN VAN pulls up. Jack and GOONS get out.
ANOTHER ANGLE
The SECURITY GUARD in a booth at the entrance to the lot.
One of Jack's BOYS creeps up and takes the GUARD out.
Jack and Goons sneak in.
INT. WAYNE MANOR - ARMORY - NIGHT
Knox and Vicki ENTER looking for Gordon. No luck. Knox
goes goggle-eyed at the armory.
KNOX
(ironic)
And here we are in the arsenal.
On the wall hang EXOTIC WEAPONS. Every arcane implement
of death the human mind has ever devised. Knox lets out
a low whistle.
KNOX
Look at this stuff. Who is this
guy?
Bruce ENTERS and stands just behind them. Vicki sees
him, but having seen him earlier, regards him casually,
like another partygoer. Bruce listens with interest.
VICKI
Strange. He gives to humanitarian
causes... And collects all this...
KNOX
Probably does it to get chicks.
They like him for his big charity
balls.
VICKI
(mischievous)
I think it's his enormous...
bankroll they go for.
KNOX
Hey, the more they've got, the
less they're worth.
VICKI
This guy must be the most worthless
man in America.
KNOX
(pointing to
a sword)
Where'd this come from?
BRUCE
It's Japanese.
Knox turns. Bruce is trying to remember, but is really
watching Vicki.
KNOX
How do you know?
BRUCE
Because I got it in Japan.
KNOX
Who are you?
BRUCE
Oh... Bruce Wayne.
KNOX
(extending a
hand)
Alexander Knox.
BRUCE
(genuine)
I read (present tense) your work.
I like it.
KNOX
Great. Give me a grant.
Bruce flips a polite smile at Knox then switches smoothly
to VICKI, who is amused at being had by Bruce. She
sticks out her hand.
VICKI
Vicki Vale.
BRUCE
Bruce Wayne.
VICKI
(smile and edge)
... You sure?
BRUCE
(smile)
I've seen your photographs from
Corto Maltese -- You've got an
extraordinary eye.
Bruce is charming. Knox's territorial instincts arouse.
KNOX
Some people think she has two.
VICKI
This is an amazing house. I'd
love to shoot it sometime.
A WINE STEWARD ENTERS. Vicki and Knox exchange glances.
STEWARD
Mr. Wayne, we need to open another
five cases of the champagne. Will
that be allright?
BRUCE
Uh -- yes, sure. Open six.
Steward EXITS. Bruce turns back to catch up with himself.
BRUCE
(to Vicki)
Yes... Will you be staying in
Gotham for a while?
VICKI
I'd like to. I'm intrigued by
Alex's giant bat story.
A RICH COUPLE waves at Bruce as they EXIT. He politely
waves to them. Then he looks after them like he can't
remember who they are. Then he does remember. Then back
to Vicki.
BRUCE
Isn't that a little light after a
war in Corto Maltese?
VICKI
(smiling zap)
Light? What do YOU do for a
living?
Alfred appears in the doorway behind them.
ALFRED
Sir? Commissioner Gordon was
compelled to leave.
BRUCE
Thank you, Alfred.
He turns back to Vicki. Alfred persists.
ALFRED
Ahem. Sir -- very unexpectedly.
BRUCE
(getting it)
Oh, thank you, Alfred.
(to Vicki)
I hope you'll excuse me.
Vicki smiles. A connection has been made. They both
know it.
VICKI
Sure.
Bruce turns to go. Setting his glass too close to the
edge of the table. Alfred calls to him.
ALFRED
Sir, I think perhaps THIS way.
BRUCE
Oh yes... thanks. Oh, Alfred,
they need mare wine in the front
and someone named Mrs. Daly wanted
a copy of the menu. Oh, and,
Alfred. Give Mr. Knox a grant.
He winks at Knox. And goes the OTHER way out of the
roam. Alfred fluidly sweeps up Bruce's glass and follows
him briskly OUT OF THE ROOM. Knox is stung and Vicki
transfixed.
KNOX
Nice talkin' to ya, Bruce. Now
are the rich odd? Yes they are.
(jealous)
Helllo? Vicki?
VICKI
(waking up)
Sorry, I was -- He's comp-lic-ated.
KNOX
I said odd.
VICKI
Mm.
KNOX
Ah -- Well you're not the only fan.
This guy loves himself. There're
mirrors in every roam.
And indeed, the two of them are standing before an
enormous WALL MIRROR, eight feet wide, running from
floor to ceiling.
KNOX
Maybe it should be Bruce VAIN.
CUT TO:
REVERSE ANGLE - THROUGH MIRROR
LOOKING DOWN ON Knox and Vicki THROUGH one-way glass.
Behind the mirror... recording everything that happens in
the room... is a small, silent, state-of-the-art SURVEIL-
LANCE CAMERA.
CLOSEUP - VIDEO MONITOR
showing KNOX and VICKI in the library. The screen we're
watching is only one in a whole vast bank of video mon-
itors -- a control center showing everything that happens
in the house. The background is blurry, indistinct... but
we seem to be in the midst of a vast, dark CAVE.
On another screen, GUESTS move backward with exaggerated
speed, as a videotape REWINDS. At the panel, Bruce Wayne
hits a button -- and watches COMMISSIONER GORDON talking
to a uniformed PATROLMAN.
PATROLMAN (V.O.)
-- anonymous tip. Napier's
cleaning out Axis Chemicals.
GORDON (V.O.)
Good Lord, if we could put our
hands on him we'd have Grissom.
(obviously agitated)
Why wasn't I told about this?
Who's in charge of the --
PATROLMAN (V.O.)
Eckhardt, sir.
GORDON (V.O.)
Oh my God...
And suddenly Gordon is grabbing for his coat. The monitor
GOES BLACK. Bruce is somehow different. More relaxed.
He stands up. He gathers himself. Focuses inwardly in
a way that empowers him.
CUT TO:
EXT. AXIS CHEMICAL COMPANY - PARKING LOT - NIGHT
POLICE CARS are pulling into the lot.
Eckhardt circulates among his ARMED SWAT TEAM, handing
out Xeroxed copies of a MUG SHEET: Jack NAPIER, front
and profile.
ECKHARDT
Shoot to kill.
INT. AXIS CHEMICAL - FILE ROOM - NIGHT
SPARKS FLY. A SAFECRACKER, in welder's mask, trains a
blowtorch on the office safe. Behind him, Jack's HOODS
are at work on the filing cabinets. Jack stands watch-
ing, squinting through the fumes. He holds a silk
handkerchief over his nose and mouth.
The SAFECRACKER kills his blowtorch and opens the metal
door of the safe, giving Jack a good look inside:
SAFECRACKER
Empty.
JACK shakes his head: they've been set up. A SIREN
blares outside.
JACK
We've been ratted out here, boys.
INT. AXIS CHEMICAL - THAT MOMENT
Jack and his HOODS duck out of the office, two stories
above the refinery floor, onto a network of ladders and
CATWALKS.
A COP, stationed behind a bank of machinery, shouts out:
COP
Freeze!
One of the HOODS OPENS FIRE. Half of his colleagues dive
back into the office, looking for a rear exit. The
others take off across the CATWALKS.
INT. FACTORY FLOOR - A MOMENT LATER
COPS SHOOT BACK as the HOODS scatter. The COPS' bullets
puncture ducts and pipes from which gas and unpleasant
looking liquid begins to leak.
All at once, a CORRUGATED STEEL DOOR rises -- and COM-
MISSIONER GORDON MARCHES IN with a squadron of UNIFORMED
COPS. He grabs a startled Eckhardt by the shoulder:
GORDON
What the hell is going on here?
ECKHARDT
Christ, what are you trying to do
-- blow the collar?
GORDON
I'm in charge here. Not Carl
Grissom.
(shouting)
I WANT HIM TAKEN ALIVE. I REPEAT
-- ANY MAN WHO OPENS FIRE ON JACK
NAPIER WILL ANSWER TO ME!
Eckhardt SLIPS AWAY INTO THE PLANT. Gordon realizes he's
gone and follows with gun drawn.
ANGLE ON JACK
Down on the floor, racing, THROWING SWITCHES -- anything
to create a diversion. GIGANTIC MACHINES ROAR to life.
OVERHEAD CHEMICAL TANKS rotate into place above giant
basins and spew out their contents.
COPS an Jack's tail. He SHOOTS at them AND RUNS.
ANGLE ON CATWALKS
HOODS 3 and 4 scuttle across the elevated walkways,
FIRING at the POLICE and PUNCTURING mare DUCTS, PIPES,
and CONTAINERS, thereby releasing more CHEMICALS. Their
HEADS TURN at the sound of a sudden CLANG --
-- as BATMAN drops onto the catwalk from above. For a
moment, they gape. Then HOOD 4 takes off running; HOOD
3 turns and LEVELS HIS GUN at Batman --
-- who goes to his belt for a miniature SPEAR GUN and
FIRES at HOOD 3... planting a BARBED HOOK in the HOOD'S
JACKET, SPINNING HIM AROUND. HOOD 3 drops his gun, slips,
and -- with a terrible shriek -- TOPPLES OVER THE RAILING.
The hook in his jacket jerks him up short... leaving him
to DANGLE thirty feet above the factory floor!
ANGLE ON COMMISSIONER GORDON
His gaze whips upward from the dangling hood to the
figure on the catwalk. As he's just realized... there
is a bat.
GORDON
Oh my God!!
INT. CHEMICAL SUPPLY ROOM - THAT MOMENT
Jack looking for an exit. Behind him, a STEEL DOOR
begins to rise -- more COPS. He picks up the axe and
runs to bottom of iron stairs to huge steel containers
with DANGER! HIGHLY TOXIC written on them under SKULL
AND CROSSBONES. He swings the axe releasing a river of
wild-colored poisons.
ANGLE ON COPS
At the bottom of the stairs, they RETREAT hastily, bump-
ing into each other, as POISONS FLOOD toward them. Jack
on other side of the chemical moat, throws away the axe
and climbs the stairs.
INT. FACTORY FLOOR - A MOMENT LATER
A RIVER OF CHEMICALS courses out into the main refinery.
COPS SLIP AND SLIDE on the wet surface of the factory
floor GASPING on ACID FUMES.
METAL STAIRS LEADING TO CATWALK
Jack climbs metal stairs. Above him, vats of CHURNING
CHEMICAL SLUDGE -- and SLUICE GATES opening on the East
River. It's the waste dump.
UP ON THE CATWALK, Batman slips into the shadows and
watches Jack approach.
Jack reaches the catwalk. Located above the center of
it is a glass paneled WINDOW, propped open by a support-
ing rod. Beyond this is a forty foot drop to the swirl-
ing black currents of the East River... and freedom. To
reach the window, Jack will be exposed to police bullets.
He makes a dash for it, and has begun to climb up to it
on the catwalk railings, when BATMAN HURTLES IN and puts
him in a wrestling hold. Jack struggles for a moment,
then registers what's hit him and freaks out.
JACK
Jesus!
But just then...
VOICE
HOLD IT!
ANGLE ON FACTORY FLOOR - THAT MOMENT
Bob's got a gun pointed AT COMMISSIONER GORDON'S HEAD.
BOB
Let him go or I'll do Gordon.
A tense moment passes.
Eckhardt appears on floor. Looks up at Jack.
CATWALK - A MOMENT LATER
Batman releases Jack and stands clear. Jack straightens
his clothes and fixes his hair.
JACK
(smirking at Batman)
Nice outfit.
GOON
Jack, let's get out of here.
Jack spies .38 AUTOMATIC abandoned an the catwalk.
ANGLE ON FACTORY FLOOR
Eckhardt uses this moment to sneak away. A voice breaks
the tension:
JACK
Eckhardt!! Think about the
future!
ALL EYES TURN to Jack standing poised with the .38 in his
fist. He FIRES. Eckhardt FALLS DEAD. Jack turns gun
to Gordon.
Batman moves. Jack spins on Batman.
Their eyes meet for a second.
TIGHT ON BATMAN
-- a questioning look on his face. A spark.
TIGHT ON JACK
-- a small smile plays on his lips.
ON TRIGGER
-- He FIRES POINT BLANK at Batman.
ON BATMAN
-- he swings his heavy cape. The BULLET RICOCHETS
DIRECTLY BACK AT JACK.
AN UNGODLY HOWL OF PAIN echoes out from the catwalk
above. Jack reels and staggers, CLUTCHING AT HIS CHEEKS.
BLOOD GUSHES from between his fingers.
JACK NAPIER HAS BEEN SHOT THROUGH THE FACE.
He staggers into the catwalk railing and topples over,
just managing to grab hold of the lowest rung. Directly
beneath him is a catch basin full of BUBBLING TOXIC WASTE.
ON CATWALK - THAT MOMENT
Batman leaps and tries to grab Jack's hand.
Jack drops but catches himself on a pipe. He's slipping.
Batman reaches, gets a poor grip. He stares, perplexed.
at the stricken expression in Jack's eyes.
CUT TO:
ON CATWALK - SAME MOMENT
Jack is sliding out of Batman's grasp. A long BEAT --
Jack looks up at him in terror and SLIPS AWAY to plunge
the TWO STORIES DOWN into the CATCH BASIN of BUBBLING,
TOXIC WASTE, SCREAMING ALL THE WAY.
ANGLE ON FACTORY FLOOR - MOMENT LATER
GORDON
Goddammit, we had him!
COPS level their guns on Batman. A couple of them appear
at either end of the catwalk, effectively blocking his
escape. He takes in the situation, HANDS ON HIS BELT.
GORDON
Hold it right there..
Batman raises his hands in a gesture of surrender. As
the COPS advance from both ends of the catwalk -- he
flicks two tiny capsules at the nearby wall.
A BLINDING FLASH OF LIGHT. Colors burst in a wild pyro-
technic display. COPS stumble backwards, momentarily
dazzled, as a THICK WALL OF BLACK SMOKE conceals Batman
from view.
A tiny grappling hook rockets out of the dense curling
cloud and catches on the edge of a window in the roof.
COP
Look!
The COPS are FIRING WILDLY into the smoke. But the BLACK
MAJESTIC FIGURE OF THE Batman whips upward, DISAPPEARING
into the shadowy heights, safely out of range.
COP
... Who is this guy?
GORDON
(to Cop)
I don't know and until we find
out, keep a lid on it.
CUT TO:
EXT. AXIS CHEMICAL COMPANY - NIGHT (THAT MOMENT)
A BLACK SHADOW scurries across the roof. From the il-
luminated sign with its neon ace, WE PAN DOWN PAST the
chemical sluice TO a SECOND ACE... a card from Jack's
lucky deck, pierced by a neat, round bullet hole, bobbing
on the oily surface of the foul, polluted river.
Gradually, OTHER CARDS from the deck swirl past: a nine.
A deuce. A queen. And finally, a Joker -- SHOT CLEANLY
THROUGH THE FACE.
A BONE-WHITE HAND BREAKS THE SURFACE as we --
SHOCK CUT TO:
INT. GOTHAM GLOBE - CITY ROOM - DAY
A BANNER HEADLINE on the late edition of the Globe:
"BATMAN FOILS ROBBERY. JACK NAPIER DEAD. WHO IS MASKED
VIGILANTE?"
Behind the newspaper, feet propped up on his desk, is a
jubilant Knox. He's on the horn to Gordon.
KNOX
Yes, Commissioner. If there's no
Bat, then who dropped this guy
Napier into the acid? Wait a
minute, I want to get this on
tape.
He holds a tape recorder up to phone. Listens. A LOUD
CLICK as Gordon hangs up on him.
Vicki BUSTLES IN with sheaf of photographs. Starts to
hang them on wail. Making a photomontage of the city.
Cartoonist sticks head in door, tapes drawing of Batman
with arm on Knox's shoulder. GUY EXITS. Knox hangs up.
KNOX
Vicki Vale! (I'm) Nostradamus!
VICKI
Look at this, Allie.
Knox comes around. She points to her montage map.
VICKI
Here's the inner city, and here's
Axis Chemicals. Here are the
sightings so far.
KNOX
Did you do this? This is great.
VICKI
Maybe the Batman's got some sort
of flight pattern or something.
KNOX
Yeah, tonight we'll walk the
trail.
VICKI
Tomorrow maybe. I've got a date
with Bruce Wayne. Sorry.
KNOX
(shouting)
Bruce Wayne? No, A DATE is when
two normal people go out to enjoy
each other. A date for Bruce
WAYNE is when he goes out to a
restaurant with mirrors, by
HIMSELF!
She plants a kiss on his forehead.
VICKI
You're awfully sweet to be so
concerned but thanks anyway.
Vicki smiles and EXITS. Knox looks pole-axed.
KNOX
(irritated, picking
up phone)
Copy, get me the morgue.
(BEAT)
Morgue... give me all you got on
Bruce Wayne.
CUT TO:
EXT. BRUCE'S ESTATE - RIDING STABLES - SUNDOWN
Bruce and Vicki GALLOP UP on horseback. They dismount;
Bruce grooms his horse. Vicki watches.
VICKI
You're not bad on a horse.
BRUCE
Horses love me. I keep falling
OFF. Maybe that's why they love
me. You should see me, I'm one
big mass of bruises.
VICKI
(laughing)
Maybe we can arrange a little
examination?
Bruce, without missing a beat, puts the curry comb up on
a rail and turns to her.
BRUCE
Yeah, how about right now?
Vicki is caught in her own sexual trap.
VICKI
Just kidding.
BRUCE
You thought you had me, didn't
you?
Bruce smiles and walks past her up to the main house.
Vicki smiles.
EXT. WAYNE MANOR - PATIO - SUNDOWN
A broad patio behind the manor, looking out on the es-
tate. Bruce and Vicki ARRIVE from the stables. Alfred
APPEARS with a bottle of champagne, smiles discreetly at
Vicki, then DISAPPEARS. Bruce POPS the cork unhandily.
ALFRED
The historical Society called to
remind you of the banquet. Should
I say you'll be there?
BRUCE
Yes, absolutely... I'll be there.
Alfred starts to walk away. Bruce thinks.
BRUCE
Alfred... Which Society?
ALFRED
Historical.
BRUCE
Oh, yeah, right. Yes.
Alfred EXITS.
VICKI
That Alfred's great.
BRUCE
I can't find my socks without
him. Been with the family since
I was born.
Pouring, he tries, unsuccessfully to stifle a yawn.
VICKI
(amused, teasing him)
Am I keeping you up?
BRUCE
(slightly embarrassed)
I'm sorry. I've got a lot going
on at the moment.
VICKI
Like who?
BRUCE
(flustered)
No... Just business... I'll be
honest with you, I bore myself
silly, tell me about you.
VICKI
I take pictures. And I love doing
it. I feel naked without a camera.
BRUCE
(little smile)
Well we better get you one.
(as she smiles)
Go on.
VICKI
I'd been floating around for a
while, doing fashion. It was
alright... I don't know. Things
change.
(searching for an
explanation)
How old are you?
BRUCE
Just turned 35.
VICKI
You've probably had it happen too.
You know... you wake up one
morning and say, hey this is who
I am. I see things through
cameras. All kinds of things.
Not just long legs and great
skirts, but... things... You know?
BRUCE
I'm not sure.
VICKI
Well... I just picked up and left.
BRUCE
What did you see?
VICKI
(sigh, BEAT)
A lot'a hotels. A little terror. A
little love once in a blue moon.
BRUCE
(pandering it)
A little terror. A little love.
VICKI
(softly)
It's out there. I was never in
the right place I guess.
Bruce looks around at his opulent estate, falls SILENT.
VICKI
You're a little elusive, Mr.
Wayne. I feel like there's a lot
going on in there.
BRUCE
Oh... not really.
VICKI
Come on, say what you're thinking.
BRUCE
I was just thinking how beautiful
you looked on that horse... and
that... it's kinda nice to have
someone here who notices things.
She finds herself irrevocably drawn in.
VICKI
(mischievous; offer-
ing her hand)
See... I do have an extraordinary
eye.
BRUCE
(taking her hand)
Two.
INT. WAYNE MANOR - NIGHT
A vast, darkened entry hall, framed by long semicircular
stairways on either side. Bruce and Vicki enter; she's
giddy.
VICKI
I feel like I'm in Paris in the
'30s. Is this fair? I'm half
drunk and you're not even --
BRUCE
Two drinks and I'm flying.
Vicky smiles. They stare into each other's eyes for a
moment, on the verge of kissing.
He's struggling with something. She touches him.
VICKY
Why are you afraid of flying?
He steps towards her and they begin a kiss which turns
into a passionate embrace. A FLASH OF LIGHTNING trans-
ports us to:
EXT. OFFICE BUILDING - ESTABLISHING - NIGHT
Broken windows, graffiti on the walls: a waterfront
rathole.
INT. DOCTOR'S OFFICE - NIGHT
TIGHT ON a face swathed in bandages. The patient sits
erect in a wooden chair, surrounded by the grimy para-
phernalia of an unlicensed gangland doctor.
The DOCTOR, a nervous little ferret, steps up with a
pair of scissors.
DOCTOR
Well, let's see how we did.
He begins to snip away. As the bandages come off, we
get:
JACK NAPIER'S POV
The last strands of gauze peel back. The DOCTOR stands
there, looking at his handiwork. His mouth falls open.
His eyes bug out. He GASPS.
JACK (O.S.)
Mirror.
The DOCTOR just stands there staring AT CAMERA, stock-
still, apparently transfixed by the sight of Jack's face.
JACK (O.S.)
Mirror.
ANGLE ON DOCTOR
He clears his throat, reaches apprehensively for a hand
mirror, and passes it OUT OF FRAME to Jack.
We hear a GASP and SOB. Two beats. Then, the sound of
GLASS SHATTERING as the mirror drops to the floor. The
DOCTOR gulps hard.
DOCTOR
You understand that the nerves
were completely severed -- Mr.
Napier --
Jack begins to LAUGH. The DOCTOR turns uneasily away,
gestures apologetically at his seedy equipment.
DOCTOR
-- You see what I had to work
with here --
More laughter. The trembling DOCTOR covers his face with
one hand, whining now, not daring to look at Jack.
DOCTOR
-- I'm sure that with proper recon
-- recon -- reconstructive
surgery --
A DOOR SLAMS. Jack is gone. The grateful DOCTOR breathes
a sigh of relief and steadies himself on an operating
table as Jack's AWFUL LAUGH ECHOES in the hall outside.
DOCTOR
(puzzled)
What's so funny?
INT. BRUCE WAYNE'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Vicki is asleep. CAMERA PANS TO Bruce lying next to her.
He's silently looking at the cascade of her hair on the
pillow. He watches her face, perplexed. Grandfather
CLOCK CLANGS. He checks his watch, stands up and looks
out window. He's constrained. He stretches impatiently.
ON CLOCK FACE
TIME HAS PASSED. PAN TO VICKI -- sleeping. A RHYTHMIC
SOUND. She stirs, half-wakes. CAMERA PANS to see Bruce,
upside-down, SLIGHTLY SWAYING in inversion boots.
INT. GRISSOM'S PENTHOUSE - NIGHT
The private elevator HISSES open. JACK steps out,
bundled up in a trenchcoat, muffler, and slouch hat --
his face concealed from view. He plops in the big plush
swivel chair behind Grissom's desk.
GRISSOM (O.S.)
That you, sugar bumps?
Grissom WADDLES IN fresh out of the shower, a towel
wrapped around him. Using a smaller towel to dry his
hair, it's a moment before he sees the bundled-up figure
at his desk.
GRISSOM
Who the hell are you?
JACK
It's me. "Sugar Bumps."
GRISSOM
Jack?
(advancing
cautiously)
Thank God you're alive. I heard
you'd been...
JACK
Fried. Is that what you heard?
Jack stands and gestures him over to the empty chair.
Grissom moves when he sees the gun pointing at his belly.
JACK
YOU SET ME UP!
(beat)
Over a girl. You must be insane!
Grissom surreptitiously reaches for a desk drawer.
JACK
Don't bother.
GRISSOM
Your life won't be worth spit.
JACK
I been dead once already. It's
very liberating -- You have to
think of it as therapy.
GRISSOM
(beginning to panic)
Jack, listen -- we'll cut a deal --
JACK
Jack? Jack's dead, my friend.
You can call me Joker.
He flings away the hat. RIPS THE MUFFLER from his face.
And -- as Grissom gasps in shock -- stands revealed in
his full horrendous glory.
His flesh is bleached bone-white. His hair is a luminous
seaweed-green. And his cheeks are torn and puckered from
the bullet wound, TWISTING HIS MOUTH INTO A HIDEOUS,
PERPETUAL HARLEQUIN'S GRIN.
JACK
And as you can see, I'm much
happier.
Jack begins to GIGGLE, building to hysterical LAUGHTER.
Grissom makes a lunge towards his desk drawer. Jack
FIRES. AND FIRES AGAIN UNTIL THE CLIP IS EMPTY.
EXT. GRISSOM'S BUILDING - NIGHT
We TILT UP the facade of the skyscraper, arriving finally
at the TOP FLOOR: a PLATE GLASS WINDOW spiderwebbed with
cracks where Jack's bullets hit.
INT. GRISSOM'S PENTHOUSE - NIGHT (THAT MOMENT)
Darkness. JACK -- or, as we'll know him from this moment
on, The JOKER -- sits in Grissom's swivel chair and
surveys the moon-drenched city.
JOKER
(nostalgically)
Gotham City. It always brings
a smile to my face.
As he swivels in the chair he notices a copy of the Globe
(now blood-splattered) lying on Grissom's desk. The head-
line catches his eye. WINGED FREAK TERRORIZES GOTHAM'S
GANGLAND. He picks up the paper and starts HUMMING.
JOKER
Watch it, Batman. Wait'll they
get a load of me.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. BRUCE WAYNE'S BEDROOM - DAY
Bruce is asleep, his legs over the back of a chaise
lounge. Vicki is dressing. Alert.
VICKI
Bruce. I'm late, but I've a
proposition.
Bruce sits up wearily.
VICKI
I'll make us lunch tomorrow.
At my apartment. I'll show you
same of my photos. Will you come?
He's stretching. A hesitation flashes in his eyes.
BRUCE
Sure. Oh no... I -- I can't make
it.
Vicki stops brushing her hair. Checks out his vibes.
VICKI
Oh. Is anything wrong?
BRUCE
No -- I -- I've got a real
important meeting.
VICKI
Well... later in the day?
BRUCE
No... I... I've got to leave town
for a few days.
Vicki wonders, but continues.
VICKI
Well... when you get back.
Bruce thinks. No answer. Not wanting too much vulner-
ability herself, she lightens it up.
VICKI
Hey, I've got to get moving. See
you.
She pecks him on the cheek and breezes by him.
BRUCE
Yeah. I'll see you.
DOOR SHUTS. Bruce thinks.
IN HALLWAY - ON ALFRED
Alfred shows her out the door.
ALFRED
So nice to see you again, Miss
Vale.
VICKI
Yeah. I guess I'll see you when
you guys get back.
ALFRED
Back, ma'am? We're here for quite
a while I believe.
VICKI
Oh... never mind. See you.
But she noticed. And it hurt a little. Bruce was lying.
INT. ALICIA'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Alicia, with an armload of dress bags, ENTERS -- and is
startled by a VOICE FROM BEHIND.
JOKER (O.S.)
Honey!
She pivots. Her eyes widen. She SHRIEKS.
Sitting cross-legged in an easy chair is The Joker. He's
in a smoking jacket and slippers, reading the paper, a
dry martini at his side.
JOKER
You wouldn't believe what happened
to me today.
Alicia faints.
INT. PENTHOUSE SUITE - NIGHT
GANGLORDS stare at Joker at the head of the table.
JOKER (O.S.)
So that's how it is, gentlemen.
Until Grissom resurfaces... I'm
the acting President. And I say
we start with this Anniversary
festival and run this city into
the ground.
Joker's dressed in a big slouch hat. His FACE is layered
with flesh-toned makeup, and his HAIR's been rinsed black.
But he can't conceal his ghoulish SMILE. VINNIE RICORSO
is the smartest of the bunch. He doesn't believe Joker
for a minute.
RICORSO
Why don't we hear this from
Grissom?
ROTELLI
How come you re wearing that stupid
smirk?
JOKER
Because life's been good to me.
CARMINE ROTELLI, an exceptionally oily mobster, speaks up:
ROTELLI
What if we say no?
JOKER
Nobody wants a war, Carmine. If
we can't do business, we shake
hands... and that's it.
ROTELLI
Yeah?
JOKER
Yeah.
ROTELLI stands up and extends a hand. Joker shakes.
A JOY BUZZER's concealed in Joker's palm.
40,000 VOLTS course through ROTELLI's body. He drops
back into his seat a blackened husk, SMOKE pouring out
from his sleeves and shirt collar.
A SQUAD OF ARMED THUGS BURSTS INTO THE ROOM. These THUGS
have all been specially selected and distinctively STYLED
by the JOKER. (NOTE: these are the first of Joker's
creations We now begin to see Joker restyling every-
thing in his world.)
BOB's now Joker's number two man, staying close to him.
JOKER
Carmine got a little hot under the
collar.
The Joker begins to LAUGH at his own joke.
RICORSO
(getting up to leave)
... You're insane!
JOKER
(affronted innocence)
Haven't you heard of the healing
power of laughter?
He begins to LAUGH again, removes his hat and mops sweat
from his brow, exposing a patch of CHALK-WHITE FLESH --
to the bewilderment of the ONLOOKERS.
JOKER
Now GET OUT OF HERE -- And give it
some thought.
Gangsters are ESCORTED OUT by the Joker's thugs. Joker
grabs a copy of the Globe.
JOKER
Bob, I want you to take a camera
and follow this reporter Knox.
Find out what he knows about
Batman. You got to learn to USE
people, Bob.
BOB
Yes sir.
BOB EXITS, leaving the JOKER alone with the charred
corpse of ROTELLI. The Joker ADDRESSES THE BODY.
JOKER
Your pals, they're not such bad
guys. What d'you say we give 'em
a couple of days to come round?
(pause; apparently
listening to the
corpse)
No?
(listens again)
Grease 'em now?
(seems shocked)
Okay.
(shakes his head mock
sorrowfully)
You're a vicious bastard, Rotelli.
I'm glad you're dead.
INT. NEWSPAPER MORGUE - DAY
Vicki looks through filing cabinets. She's intense.
Over her shoulder a FILE APPEARS with BRUCE WAYNE on it.
Knox has it.
VICKI
I'm looking for that.
She grabs it and looks through the very thin file.
KNOX
I thought we were a team here.
I'm losing confidence in you --
going out with this weirdo.
VICKY
Speaking strictly professionally
right? This wouldn't be personal
issue for you would it?
KNOX
I just want you to do your job.
VICKI
I AM doing my job.
KNOX
Me too. I'm protecting my partner.
The guy collects weird weapons in
Japan, probably roller skates
through the female population like
a bulldozer.
VICKI
Where does it say that, Knox?
There's nothing in this file but
social puffery. No photos, no
history. Nothing. That's strange.
Where's he get his money? What's
he do all day? Who is he?
She tosses the file on the floor angrily. EXITS.
KNOX
Who cares?
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. WAYNE MANOR - NEXT MORNING
Vicki in car a block from the Manor. She looks through
her telephoto lens. After a few BEATS -- Bruce Wayne
emerges from the gates, walking. He's dressed incognito.
He carries a package.
Vicki FOLLOWS him.
CAMERA FOLLOWS ACTION THROUGH:
EXT. GOTHAM STREETS - DAY
As Bruce walks through the city. He puts on sunglasses
and seems interested in not being seen.
Vicki follows along, at a distance.
EXT. BAD STREET - DAY
The neighborhood is now bad. Few people are around.
Bruce ENTERS a blind alley.
Vicki steals up to corner to see what he's doing.
EXT. BLIND ALLEY - DAY
Bruce looks at the trash-scattered alley. He looks up
at the sky, then down at a corner. He kicks away a Coke
can, cleans off a spat.
ON VICKI
puzzled she raises her camera.
ON BRUCE
He unwraps the package.
Vicki strains to see what he's holding.
Bruce moves a bit and reveals TWO LONG-STEMMED ROSES.
Vicki raises camera and SOFTLY CLICKS THE SHUTTER.
ON BRUCE
He kneels and places the roses as if at a shrine. He
holds his hand on his eyes for a BEAT.
Vicki looks and CLICKS again. What is he doing?
ON BRUCE
He stands and kicks the can back out toward the street.
He heads out the alley. Where's Vicki? When he passes
by where she was. She's gone.
EXT. ANOTHER STREET - DAY
Bruce walks down Broad Street which leads into the City
Square.
CAMERA LINGERS -- Vicki follows at a distance.
ON BRUCE
As he enters the City Square.
A PAINTED STREET MIME walks alongside him, feeling his
way along an imaginary wall. He is not very good at it,
and in spite of his heavy makeup you can tell that he's
rather ugly.
A COMMOTION catches Bruce's eye. He steps back to the
edge of the gathered crowd.
EXT. CITY HALL - THAT MOMENT
RICORSO -- the CRIMELORD from the boardroom -- emerges
flanked by a LAWYER and a pair of BODYGUARDS. They're
met by a group of REPORTERS. Including Knox.
ON VICKI
She peers around. Looking for Bruce. Can't see him.
REPORTER
So what is this affidavit you've
filed? Grissom gave you all of
his businesses?
RICORSO
Mr. Grissom asked me, as a personal
favor, to take over the operation
of his businesses until he returned.
KNOX
Jeezez, that's a pretty big gift.
You must have been VERY close.
Did you do a little time together
as children?
Ricorso sneers. OTHERS LAUGH.
KNOX
I smell fresh ink, guys. I'm sure
you can prove all this? Why am I
asking? Of course you can.
ANGLE ON VICKI
Getting closer.
ANGLE ON BRUCE
Something catches his eye.
HIS POV - A HALF A DOZEN STREET MIMES
converging on the scene. Something's very wrong. (These
are Joker's men.)
Vicki ARRIVES next to Knox.
ANGLE ON BOB
taking photos of Knox and Vicki from edge of the crowd.
ON LAWYER - TIGHT
LAWYER
We have witnesses.
Grissom's signature is perfectly
legitimate.
VOICE (O.S.)
It's legitimate! I saw him. I
was THERE!
Crowd parts as a LARGE MIME steps up to Ricorso. Ricorso
frowns.
NEW GUY
I saw it all, he raised his dead
hand and signed the paper in his
own blood. And he did it with
this pen!
Mime pulls out a ridiculously long quill pen. Ricorso
gapes in puzzlement at him.
TIGHT ON NEW GUY
Underneath the white skull cap -- it's the Joker.
JOKER
(lifting his wig)
Hello, Vinnie -- it's me, your
uncle Bingo, time to pay the
check!
Joker HURLS the sharp-tipped pen right into Ricorso's
throat. Ricorso falls, clutching his throat.
Someone SCREAMS, reporters SCATTER as MIMES FIRE MACHINE
GUNS IN THE AIR.
Vicki dives behind a parked car. She looks back to see
Bruce, standing frozen, rooted to the ground. He's
watching, transfixed.
Mayhem prevails.
ANGLE ON BRUCE
BRUCE is still frozen to the spot and exposed to the
"mimes."
A FEW FEET AWAY
Vicki crouches behind the car and beckons to him.
VICKI
Bruce! Get DOWN!
He totally ignores her and BEGINS TO WALK. At first
slowly, then faster, right toward the Joker.
ANGLE ON BODYGUARDS
ON JOKER
He LAUGHS at the DIN and walks as if immortal through the
mayhem. (He never sees Bruce.)
ON BRUCE
He's walking the same way, still at a distance from
Joker. But his recognition of him is growing.
ON JOKER
He reaches his car. DRIVER rushes to get him out of
there.
Bruce now gets close enough to see Joker's face through
the window. Joker's car SPEEDS AWAY past him.
Other cars containing other mimes SPEED AWAY, too. A
SILENCE DESCENDS. Only the SOUNDS OF CRYING and ebbing
fear.
Bruce stands looking after Joker.
Suddenly Vicki is there.
VICKI
Bruce...?
No answer. He hardly seems to notice she is there.
Bruce turns to her. Sweat pouring down his face. Looks
right into her eyes. She looks at him and sees the signs
of deep trauma in his eyes.
BRUCE
I'm sorry, Vicki...
He turns and DISAPPEARS into the crowd.
VICKI
Bruce!
CUT TO:
INSERT - TELEVISION SCREEN
A TV CREW broadcasting live from the massacre site.
The minicam angle WIDENS to include HARVEY DENT and the
Mayor. The ANCHORWOMAN thrusts a mike in Mayor's face:
ANCHORWOMAN
Does this gang war dampen the
city's plans for the 200th
anniversary festival?
MAYOR
The festival opens. The police
are going to stop these gangsters.
ANCHORWOMAN
Mr. Dent, what do you think of
the theory that the mysterious
'Batman' is a mob enforcer killing
these men?
Suddenly there is a terrific SCREAM OF RAGE from O.S.
and the TV SCREEN SHATTERS.
JOKER'S BOARD ROOM
The CAMERA PULLS BACK from the smashed and smoking TV,
placing us in the JOKER's BOARD ROOM.
JOKER's in his swivel chair holding an extendible/re-
tractable pincer on the end of which is a boxing glove
making a fist. By squeezing the handle of this he has
punched the "fist" through the TV screen. BOB ENTERS.
JOKER
(furious)
Batman! BATMAN! Can somebody
please tell me what kind of a
world we live in where a man
dressed as a bat gets my airtime!?
This city needs an enema!
He STORMS OUT of the office into:
INT. AXIS CHEMICAL COMPANY - DAY
LOW ANGLE ON the JOKER. He rushes along a catwalk high
above the refinery floor. He passes a COUPLE OF UGLY,
CRIMINALLY-MINDED SCIENTISTS in white coats, holding
sheets of calculations.
JOKER
(SHOUTING over the
noise)
Have we shipped a million of these
things?
SCIENTIST
Yes SIR!
JOKER
Ship it all. Untangle the knots,
roll the wheels, I've got my blood
up!
The Scientists look at each other and RUSH into action.
Joker BANGS OPEN THE DOOR TO:
INT. JOKER'S LAIR - DAY
A dank, windowless room in the bowels of Axis Chemical.
Joker is HUMMING, insanely.
THE CAMERA TRAVELS PAST collages of photographs; each
photograph cut from scenes of war.
The CAMERA CONTINUES DOWN a stack of folders. On one
document are the initials C.I.A. On the front of the
folder can be read "DDID NERVE GAS -- RESULTS OF
PRELIMINARY EXPERIMENTATION" and stamped across it,
"DISCONTINUED 1977." Finally, we see the photos of dead
soldiers, lips drawn back in chemical-induced grimaces.
JOKER
Losing is a bad habit, Bob. So
much to do and so little time.
BOB STEALS IN and offers some photographs.
BOB
Here's the photos.
Joker looks them over.
TIGHT ON PHOTOS
Joker shuffles through. Stops on Knox.
JOKER
Who's this dud?
BOB
That's Knox.
JOKER
Bad tie. No style.
ON A PHOTO OF VICKI WITH KNOX
JOKER
Stop the press!! Who is that?
BOB
That's Vicki Vale, she's the
photographer working with Knox.
TIGHT ON JOKER
He's licking his lips. Looking Vicki up and down.
JOKER
THAT WOMAN has style!! Jeezus
Marimba! A lovely beast like
that could get a man up and
running.
The JOKER, excitedly HUMMING AWAY begins to cut Vicki's
picture out of the others. Leaving a border around her.
He then fills in border with crayons.
BOB
She's been dating some guy named
Wayne.
JOKER
She's gonna trade up! Damn! It's
hard to stay inside the lines!
Joker pastes Vicki's picture onto a board.
JOKER
I'm gonna get me a NEW girl,
Bobbie.
THE CAMERA PULLS BACK to reveal that the JOKER is sur-
rounded, wall to wall, by a collage of pictures of war
and destruction. The huge collage forms a birds-eye-
view map of Gotham.
JOKER
I've got a mind to make some
mayhem. Phone book!
INT. WAYNE MANOR - BRUCE'S STUDY - DAY
Alfred uses a feather duster. BRUCE ENTERS, obviously
distraught and exhausted. Very concerned, Alfred takes
his coat and hands Bruce a hot towel. Bruce wipes his
hands.
ALFRED
Miss Vale called. She was rather
concerned.
(matchmaking a bit)
I've noticed that there is a
certain weight that lifts when
she's here.
BRUCE
Why don't you marry her, Alfred?
ALFRED
That's not exactly what I had in
mind, sir.
BRUCE
I can't go on with that, Alfred.
(as Alfred nods)
Napier's alive. He's running
Grissom's men. I gotta find out
everything the police have on him.
ALFRED
Yes, sir.
BRUCE
She's good isn't she?
Bruce smiles. Alfred smiles sadly, too.
INT. VICKI' S APARTMENT - DAY (THAT MOMENT)
Puzzled, Vicki looks through her photos of Bruce and
his flowers.
ON SEVERAL PHOTOS
of Bruce along his puzzling route.
TILT UP: Vicki dials Knox.
VICKI
Allie. I want you to check
something for me. Okay? Find out
what's so special about the alley
at Pearl and Phillips Streets.
'Bye.
She hangs up. Looks at photos.
VICKI
What's up with you, Mr. Wayne?
PHONE RINGS. SHE PICKS IT UP.
TONY (V.O.)
Vicki, this is Tony. We have a
session scheduled and the client
INSISTS that you shoot it.
VICKI
Me? Tony, I'm kind of busy.
TONY (V.O.)
The client says he has information
about Batman.
Vicki puzzles. Chews her lip.
VICKI
Batman? When's the session?
TONY (V.O.)
This afternoon at 3:00.
VICKI
Alright, I'll be there.
She hangs up and thinks.
INT. PHOTOGRAPHER'S STUDIO - DAY
ROWS OF MAKEUP in startling profusion: mascara, blusher,
eyeliner, lipstick. BEAUTIFUL MODELS giggle into their
makeup mirrors as VICKI wanders past.
In a corner of the studio, TONY, a gaunt, tubercular
British art director, is dressing a swimsuit layout with
two SUPERMODEL5. They all AD LIB GREETINGS to VICKI.
TONY
Come on, girls, magic Vicki is
here. Shine it. Think of the
money. That's it.
Vicki gets out her camera.
VICKI
Tony. Who's this client that
knows about Batman?
TONY
Never met him. All I know is
he pays cash.
VICKI
What's his name?
TONY
Mr. Kerr.
VICKI
Mr. Kerr? What's his first name?
TONY
Joseph, Joe Kerr.
A look of fear comes over Vicki's face.
As Vicki looks on, the SUPERMODELS freeze in place
simultaneously, a strange, STRICKEN LOOK on their faces.
TONY
Jesus! Hurry up! Vicki's
expensive. Show her some bones.
Suddenly the girls are LAUGHING -- but the laughter is
unnatural, involuntary. Vicki, sensing that something is
terribly wrong, lays a hand on Tony's arm.
The MODELS, now wearing HUGE SMILES, go into VIOLENT
SPASMS.
TONY
Is this some sort of joke? -- OH
MY GOD!
The SUPERMODELS PITCH TO THE FLOOR, shuddering convul-
sively, their LIPS drawn back in FRIGHTFUL, FROZEN,
CHEMICAL-WARFARE-TYPE GRINS. Vicki GASPS.
CUT TO:
INT. TELEVISION STUDIO - EVENING
The "ACTION NEWS" set, with anchors BECKY NARITA and
PETER McELROY.
BECKY
The fashion world was stunned
today by the sudden deaths of
models Candy Walker and Amanda
Keeler. Cause of death has been
attributed to a violent allergic
reaction, although authorities
have not ruled out the possibility
of drug use. Peter?
PETER
... and plans continue for the
city's 200th birthday as Mayor
Borg announced the unveiling of a
statue of John T. Gotham, Gotham's
founder --
A TECHNICIAN'S HAND passes a slip of paper INTO FRAME.
PETER
This just in. Three mysterious
deaths at a beauty parlor in --
Off to the left, BECKY begins to LAUGH. PETER FROWNS.
PETER
Becky! This is hardly the --
(his eyes widen)
BECKY!!
An O.S. CRASH. PETER jumps out of his seat, mouth agape
in horror.
BECKY HAS GONE INTO CONVULSIONS. CAMERA WHIPS RIGHT AND
LEFT as she jerks out of her seat and TOTTERS UNCONTROL-
LABLY across the set, LAUGHING INSANELY.
TECHNICIANS rush the sound stage in a frenzy. BECKY
spins like a dervish and LURCHES BACKWARD over the news
desk in a death spasm, giving us a quick look at the
grisly Joker's grin etched on her now-lifeless face.
PETER
KILL THE CAMERA!! KILL THE --
Suddenly, CRACKLING VIDEO STATIC wipes out the screen. A
moment later, we're looking at:
SPLITSCREEN CLOSEUP - THE SUPERMODELS
Their gorgeous faces sprout BIG, ANIMATED-CARTOON GRINS
as a BOUNCY TUNE -- "Put on a Happy Face" -- comes up
underneath.
MODELS
(cartoon voice)
... Love that Joker!
INT. SUPERMARKET - DAY
MUSIC CONTINUES as a deranged pitchman -- The Joker --
pushes his shopping cart down the aisle. He waves
merrily in time to the music.
INT. STUDIO - VIDEO CONTROL BOOTH - THAT MOMENT
TECHNICIANS swarm the booth. The studio feed has been
JAMMED. Every monitor shows the Joker's PROMO.
DIRECTOR
WHERE'S IT COMING FROM??
TECHNICIAN
I DON'T KNOW!
CLOSEUP - THE JOKER
He thrusts a brightly-colored package AT the CAMERA.
JOKER
... new improved Joker brand.
With my secret sauce... SMYLEX!
(a sweep of the hand)
Let's go to our blind taste test.
TIGHT ON ANONYMOUS MAN
GAGGED AND BLINDFOLDED, tied to his chair, squirming,
struggling. On the table before him is a package label-
led "BRAND X." A SUPERIMPOSED TITLE reads: "NOT AN
ACTOR."
JOKER
Ooh. He's not happy! He's been
using Brand X! But with new
improved Joker brand...
ANGLE WIDENS to include a BLINDFOLDED CORPSE, limp in his
chair, GRINNING HORRIFICALLY.
JOKER
... I get a GRIN -- AGAIN AND
AGAIN!!
INT. GOTHAM BEDROOM - THAT MOMENT
A YOUNG MAN watching TV as he dresses for a date. He's
got an aerosol deodorant poised under one arm. He looks
down at the can, suddenly uncertain. Could it be...?
INSERT - TV SCREEN - THE JOKER
Lounging beside a full-sized photo of a Jokerized SWIM-
SUIT MODEL -- with GREEN HAIR and CHALK-WHITE FLESH.
JOKER
That luscious tan, those ruby lips
-- and hair color so natural, only
your undertaker knows for sure!
INT. GOTHAM KITCHEN - THAT MOMENT
A FAMILY in their kitchen, eyeing a 12-inch portable as
MOM serves dinner. They dig in automatically, then
FREEZE with their forks in midair.
EXT. STREET - SERIES OF SHOTS - NIGHT
DELIVERY TRUCKS, bearing colorful manufacturers' logos,
drive through the city bringing tainted products to
market.
JOKER (V.O.)
I know what you're saying. Where
can I buy these fine new items?
-- Well, that's the deal, folks,
chances are... you've bought 'em
already!
INT. WAYNE MANOR - STUDY - NIGHT
Bruce tired, is glued to the tube. Onscreen, the Joker
leers -- gives the camera a BIG JUICY WINK.
JOKER (V.O.)
So if you did... remember, put on
a happy face!!
MUSIC TAG (V.O.)
(SINGING)
Joker Brand. We're changing the
face of -- Gooootham!
MUSIC UP. VIDEO SNOW fills the screen as the jammed
transmission ends. Alfred ENTERS, adds something to the
folder in front of Bruce. Bruce reads.
BRUCE
Assault with deadly weapon age
15. Nice guy.
(continues looking)
Psychological testing -- high
intelligence, unstable, aptitudes
science, chemistry and -- art.
Chemistry?
ON BRUCE
He looks at a photo of Napier.
BRUCE
Let's go shopping, Alfred.
SERIES OF SHOTS
-- The Gotham Globe cartwheeling INTO FRAME:
PANIC GRIPS GOTHAM
Contaminated Products Claim 13 Lives
WHO IS THE MYSTERIOUS "JOKER"?
-- An ANCH0RWOMAN on the evening news. Her complexion
is curiously sallow. BLACK BAGS show under her eyes.
ANCHORWOMAN
... six new deaths, with no clues
as to the Joker's deadly weapon.
-- An ANCHORMAN with a BIG UGLY ZIT on his nose:
ANCHORMAN
-- and what is the pattern?
Foods, alcohol, or beauty and
hygiene products. Cologne,
mouthwash, underarm deodorant --
-- The original ANCHORWOMAN, whose look is now 100 percent
natural. Her hair is frizzy. Her eyebrows are miss-
ing altogether. Every wrinkle on her face is plainly
visible.
ANCHORWOMAN
Or worse yet, there may BE no
pattern. The search goes on
through Gotham's shopping nightmare.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. DENT'S OFFICE - DAY
The Mayor is distraught. Dent is on the phone.
MAYOR
We're having this festival if I
have to carry a shotgun and get
people there myself.
Dent hangs up.
MAYOR
Do you hear the words coming out
of my mouth, Dent? The festival
is ON. You find out what this
madman is poisoning us with and
fast. DO I make myself CLEAR?
Mayor catches a glimpse of himself in mirror. Checks to
see that HIS mouth isn't grimacing.
DENT
We're working on it.
INT. ARMORY - DAY
Alfred oils a blow gun. Bruce ENTERS.
ALFRED
Oh, sir, did you see the message
from Miss Vale. She'll be ten
minutes late in meeting you at the
museum.
Bruce puzzles.
BRUCE
Am I... I'm not meeting her...?
INT. ALICIA HUNT'S APARTMENT - THAT MOMENT
A bone white hand pats a white cheek. The Joker's rinsed
his hair black and is applying makeup. He's done it
before, many times. He's getting ready for a date. A
drugged voice intrudes.
ALICIA (O.S.)
Jack? Where are you going?
As he looks up at the mirror, we get a quick glimpse of
Alicia, her face is covered by a shiny white porcelain
doll's mask.
JOKER
Daddy's going to make some art.
INT. FLUEGELHEIM MUSEUM - NIGHT
A few PATRONS are viewing paintings in a square, open
atrium, enclosed on all four sides by a BALCONY. One
story up, overlooking the atrium, there's a TEA ROOM --
an airy, fern-filled dining room popular with tourists.
INT. FLUEGELHEIM - TEA ROOM - NIGHT
Vicki enters with her camera bag and portfolio -- ready
for a confrontation with Bruce.
VICKI
I'm Vicki Vale -- I had a message
to meet Bruce Wayne here.
MAITRE D'
Yes, he has not arrived. We have
a table waiting.
INT. TEA ROOM - NIGHT (TWENTY MINUTES LATER)
Vicki sipping on a gin and tonic, checks her watch. A
WAITER brings her a small parcel, wrapped in brown paper,
bearing a single word: URGENT.
WAITER
Miss Vale, this just arrived for
you.
As the WAITER leaves, she tears off the wrapper. Inside
is a small white box and a NOTE -- SCRIBBLED IN CRAYON.
DEAR V. VALE,
PUT THIS ON RIGHT NOW.
Vicki opens the box to find a MINIATURE GAS MASK.
A strange HISSING NOISE. A few feet away, PURPLE SMOKE
billows from air-conditioning vent.
TRAYS OF FOOD CRASH TO THE FLOOR as WAITERS pass out.
ART LOVERS drop forks, go face down in their pasta salad.
Vicki hurriedly fits the gas mask over her nose and mouth.
Within seconds, she's the only one conscious in the room.
INT. MUSEUM - ATRIUM - THAT MOMENT
PURPLE SMOKE plumes up as we TILT DOWN toward the floor
of the atrium. PATRONS lie sprawled on the floor,
twisted at odd angles, out cold.
The doors BURST OPEN and IN WALKS Joker, looking dapper
in his street makeup and BIG PURPLE POP ARTIST'S HAT.
He is surrounded by his entourage of UGLY GOONS. One is
carrying a huge GHETTO BLASTER which is thumping out
MUSIC, others are toting battles of champagne and glasses,
and all have cans of aerosol paint sticking out of their
packets. This is a moving nonstop party. The Joker
wanders past the artwork examining it with an apprecia-
tive eye.
JOKER
Okay, everybody, let's broaden our
minds.
Stepping over collapsed PATRONS, he stops at "BLUE BOY"
and holds up a PEARL-HANDLED CANE to get a better
perspective. Then he pulls a THIN, SHARP SWORD from the
head of the cane and carves a BIG JOKER SMILE in the
canvas.
Manet's barmaid, a Degas ballerina -- all get the Zorro
treatment. Behind him, his UGLY CRONIES go to work,
spraying paint on every canvas The Joker has missed.
He cocks an eyebrow at Edvard Munch's "THE SCREAM."
JOKER
I kinda like this one. Leave it.
INT. TEA ROOM - NIGHT (MOMENT LATER)
Vicki at her table, still wearing the gas mask, scared
as hell. The Joker saunters over and pulls up a chair.
He is flanked by TWO UGLY HENCHMEN, one carrying a pair
of CANDLESTICKS, the other, the GHETTO BLASTER.
JOKER
I think it's safe to take that off.
As Vicki, terrified, removes the gas mask, The Joker
signals to the two UGLY GOONS who swiftly place the
GHETTO BLASTER and CANDLESTICKS on the table and EXIT.
The Joker reaches for his lighter and switches on the
GHETTO BLASTER which produces romantic MUSIC. A LONG
JET OF FLAME shoots out of the lighter as he lights the
candles.
JOKER
(seductively)
You're beautiful.
VICKI
(nervous)
Thank you.
JOKER
In an old fashioned sort of way.
I'm sure we can make you more --
today.
The Joker moves his chair a little closer to Vicki.
JOKER
THIS your portFOLIO!
VICKI
... Yes I'm meeting a friend who
I wanted to see my work...
He leafs through. Magazine covers of celebrities, heads
of state and exotic vistas.
JOKER
Crap. Crap. Crap, crap, craaap
... Ahhh. Now here's good work.
The COMBAT PHOTOS from Corto Maltese.
JOKER
The skulls. The bodies. You give
it all such a glow.
(smirking)
I dunno if it's art, but I like it.
Vicki is squirming, but she doesn't care to argue with
him.
JOKER
(with deep sincerity;
into Vicki's eyes)
Let me tell you what I've got in
mind, Sweetie. I was in the
bathtub one day, when I realized
why I was destined for greatness.
You know how concerned most people
are about appearances. This is
pretty, that is not.
(shakes head)
Well, that's all over for me. In
crime the passions ripen fully.
Now I DO what others only DREAM
of. I do art, 'til somebody DIES.
See???
(bigger, insane)
I'm the world's first fully
functioning homicidal artist!!!
VICKI
What do you want?
JOKER
I want my face on the one-dollar
bill!
VICKI
(leaning away)
Good goal. I take it you're
joking.
JOKER
(suddenly furious,
he points to his
face)
DO I LOOK LIKE I'M JOKING?
As quickly as he has flared into rage The Joker calms
down again.
JOKER
(charming)
Look, we mustn't mistake ourselves
for regular people. We're ARTISTS.
For instance, let me challenge you
with a little piece I did. Bob,
Alicia.
He oozes twisted charm. He's coming on to her.
JOKER
You'll make a pictorial record of
my work. You'll be with me in the
avant garde.
VOICE (O.S.)
Jack?
ALICIA WANDERS IN, drugged, wraithlike. She's still wear-
ing the porcelain DOLL'S MASK we saw earlier.
ALICIA
You said I could watch you improve
the paintings.
JOKER
(rolling his eyes)
Oh I'm in trouble now!
Vicki can't take her eyes off this strange figure.
VICKI
Why is she wearing a mask?
JOKER
Well, she's just a sketch really.
Alicia! Come here, have a seat.
Show the lady why you wear the
mask.
Alicia sits down numbly and begins to undo the mask.
JOKER
You see, Miss Vale, Alicia's been
made over in line with my new
philosophy. Now, like me, she's
a living work of art.
We're looking at Alicia's profile as the mask comes off.
The side that's turned to us is indeed beautiful. But
the side we can't see... SENDS Vicki RIGHT OVER THE EDGE.
Vicki lurches out of her seat, knocking it over, HER FACE
FROZEN IN HORROR.
JOKER
(modestly)
I'm no Picasso. You LIKE IT?
Vicki tips a chair in his path. Horrified, she tries to
placate him.
VICKI
It's great. But what can I do for
you? I...
JOKER
(miming it out)
A little song... a little dance...
and Batman's head upon a lance.
Tell me what you know about...
He makes a flapping with his hands indicating Batman.
VICKI
I don't know anything about Batman.
JOKER
(getting sexy)
Really, well, what do you think
about a little 'you and me'?
VICKI
I think you're insane.
JOKER
I am? I thought I was a Pisces!
(brightly)
C'mon, let's make up. Here's a
flower.
There's a BRIGHT PURPLE BOUTONNIERE in his lapel. He
holds it up for Vicki's inspection as he moves menacingly
closer.
VICKI
NO!
The JOKER squeezes a concealed BULB. A JET OF CLEAR
LIQUID spurts out of the FLOWER, NARROWLY MISSING VICKI.
She GASPS, BUMPS INTO A TABLE. ACRID BLACK SMOKE rises
from the floor where the clear liquid hit. Acid.
Vicki backs into a WAITER'S CART. Her hand closes around
a pitcher. She FLINGS IT at the JOKER'S HEAD -- DOUSING
HIS FACE WITH WATER.
His hands go up and he doubles over, SHRIEKING, MAKEUP
running through his fingers and onto his suit.
JOKER
(like the Wicked Witch
of the West dissolving)
NO! NO! I'M MELTING! I'M
MELTING! OH GOD! I'M MELTING!
HELP ME!
Vicki is appalled. She moves towards him. Her instinct,
in spite of everything, is to help him in his suffering.
As she gets close to him and extends a hand, he leaps up
abruptly, taking his hands from his "melting" face, ex-
posing the HIDEOUS RAVAGED MESS beneath the makeup.
JOKER
(gleefully)
BOO!
He advances on Vicki.
And then -- suddenly -- A SKYLIGHT SHATTERS. A CAPED
SHADOW drops to the floor of the tea-room. And all at
once, The Joker finds himself face to face with Batman!
On BATMAN's wrist is a STEEL GAUNTLET. He aims it at
THE JOKER. The Joker stiffens, thinking he's about to
be shot. THE BATMAN then fires the gauntlet, the barrel
of which splits in two before sending two metal spikes on
wires in opposite directions, either side of The Joker.
The metal spikes embed themselves in walls on both sides
of the atrium, creating an escape wire for THE BATMAN.
In the wink of an eye he grabs Vicki and plunges over
the balcony, leaving The Joker stunned with amazement.
INT. MUSEUM - ATRIUM - THAT MOMENT
The JOKER'S UGLY GOONS can only gape in awe as Batman and
Vicki swoop past -- swinging across the floor and STRAIGHT
THROUGH AN ARCHED DOORWAY labelled "EXIT."
JOKER
(recovering)
Those toys! Where does he get
those wonderful toys?
(to the Goons)
Well don't just stand there! GO
AND ASK HIM!!!!
THE GOONS charge off.
EXT. FLUEGELHEIM - NIGHT (MOMENT LATER)
A SIGN on a black metal stand -- "CLOSED FOR THE DAY" --
HURTLES through the glass doors. Batman and Vicki
HUSTLE THROUGH; he points her to a side alley. Batman
lobs a SMOKE PELLET into the doorway of the Fluegelheim.
BATMAN
GET IN THE CAR!
VICKI
WHICH CAR?
Vicki suddenly feels quite stupid. Because -- while
there are many cars parked along the side alley -- there
is only one BATMOBILE.
VICKI
... Oh.
The BATMOBILE is sleek, futuristic, and... well, inde-
scribable. Vicki climbs in and is dazzled by a stunning
array of electronic gadgetry.
BATMAN
Ignition!
As he sprints down the alley, a COMPUTER DISPLAY on the
dashboard registers his unique voiceprint. A tinny,
synthesized VOICE repeats the command:
COMPUTER (V.O.)
Ignition.
The engines are REVVING UP as BATMAN vaults in.
JOKER'S GOONS stumble hacking, coughing, blinded by smoke.
They scatter as the BATMOBILE barrels out of the alley.
Choking GOONS climb into their van and two cars.
EXT. STREET - A MOMENT LATER
The BATMOBILE disappears round a corner in a cloud of
dust.
EXT. STREETS - A MOMENT LATER
PEDESTRIANS scatter as the Joker's two goon cars swerve
hard left and barrel through a crowded intersection.
EXT. STREETS - A MOMENT LATER
BATMOBILE approaches intersection at high speed. The
right-side indicator begins to flash. It seems incredible
that at this velocity Batman should think it possible to
make a right-angle turn. As the BATMOBILE draws level
with the corner a spike with a wire attached to it
rockets out of the side of the vehicle and embeds itself
in a wall. This enables the BATMOBILE to turn the corner
without slowing down or spinning off across the inter-
section. Having completed the turn, the wire separates
from the car which continues without losing speed.
INT. BATMOBILE - THAT MOMENT
ONLOOKERS gawk as the sleek supercar rips up the pavement.
BATMAN
Damn!
EXT. BLIND ALLEY - NIGHT
Into a blind alley. Batmobile doesn't slow down. Bat-
mobile SPINS ON ITS AXIS 180 DEGREES and goes back where
it came from.
EXT. DOWN ANOTHER STREET - NIGHT
Batmobile moving up on an empty block -- a night construc-
tion team. A huge piece of heavy machinery backs up
slowly and inexorably, blocking the intersection.
Batman GUNS THE ENGINE. Swerves left. Tries to glide
past. And hits the brakes -- stopping inches short of
a head-on collision with a lamppost!
He jumps out of the car. No chance to get through. ON-
LOOKERS and CONSTRUCTION WORKERS cluster around them: the
JOKER'S VAN is two blocks back and coming up fast.
VICKI
Can't we --
BATMAN
Too many people. Come on!
(as she scrambles
out)
SHIELDS!!
The BATMOBILE'S computerized VOICE replies:
COMPUTER (V.O.)
Shields.
With a series of CLANGS, CHROME-STEEL PLATES slide into
place -- across the cockpit, over the tires -- leaving
the BATMOBILE an inert, impenetrable BLOCK OF BLACK
METAL.
Batman and Vicki vault over construction debris.
INT. VAN - MOVING - NIGHT
Three police cars, bubbles blazing, overtake the Joker's
van and bear down on the abandoned Batmobile. The
Joker's van does a U-turn and rumbles sedately off.
EXT. SIDE STREET - NIGHT (THAT MOMENT)
Batman and Vicki zigzag past storefronts and candy stands.
INT. CAR - MOVING - THAT MOMENT
FOUR GOONS with GUNS. They spot Batman and Vicki coming
off the side street. The DRIVER shouts into a radio:
DRIVER
We got 'em!
EXT. STREET - NIGHT (THAT MOMENT)
Batman and Vicki race down the sidewalk. The car is
gaining on them. A SUDDEN SPRAY OF BULLETS shatters a
storefront.
BATMAN'S POV
He sees a RAGAMUFFIN LITTLE GIRL playwalking her doll
around the corner.
He rushes and slides on the street, pulling the girl out
of the way of a HAIL OF BULLETS.
ON LITTLE GIRL
She is wide-eyed. She holds up the dolly for Batman to
see.
LITTLE GIRL
Is it Halloween?
Batman smiles and rushes back to pick up Vicki from
behind a parked car. The GOONS DRIVE BY AGAIN. Batman
and Vicki RUN into a BLIND ALLEY.
INT. ALLEYWAY - NIGHT
They watch the Goons glide past the mouth of the alley.
Batman looks up five stories, sees a catwalk.
BATMAN
How much do you weigh?
VICKI
... A hundred and eight?
He's doing some quick mental calculations when the CAR
reappears -- backing up -- blocking their only avenue
of escape. Galvanized, Batman unfurls a rope, HEAVES A
BATARANG UPWARD, and grabs Vicki roughly about the waist.
BATMAN
HANG ON!
THUGS pile out of the car. The BATARANG catches on the
catwalk, and Batman triggers the spring-action REEL on
his utility belt.
BULLETS zing past as Batman and Vicki WHIP UPWARD like
fish on a line. One story; two stories; and then...
They slow. They STOP. They DANGLE IN MIDAIR as the
Joker's GOONS advance. Batman wriggles, twists. Vicki
SCREAMS.
Her additional weight is too much for the reel mechanism.
They're stranded two stories up -- SITTING DUCKS.
BATMAN
Whatever happens -- DON'T LET GO!!
He's detached the reel from his own waist and hitched it
around Vicki's belt. He LETS GO.
Vicki rockets upward at blinding speed, SHRIEKING all the
way. Batman, his cape billowing, PLUMMETS DOWNWARD.
Vicki SLAMS up into the catwalk and bobs on the line as
Batman lands with a loud CRASH, overturning a row of
garbage cans. The GOONS are on him in a flash. Batman
manages to slam two GOONS into a wall, but before he can
get to his feet, GOON III slams a lead pipe into the back
of his skull.
THUGS circle around him. The LEAD THUG holds his col-
leagues back, draws his gun, and fires TWO SHOTS, point-
blank, at the yellow-and-black INSIGNIA on Batman's
chest. The body jerks; they edge closer -- and stop.
GOON I
... No blood.
GOON II
Jesus. Who is it? Check his
wallet.
GOON III
Wait a minute.
GOON III screws up his courage and crouches beside the
body. He examines THE Batman's TUNIC.
GOON IV
What is that?
GOON III
Some kind of body armor.
GOON I
He's human after all -- Take the
mask off.
EXT. ROOFTOP - ON VICKI
VICKI has pulled herself up onto a roof. Down below, the
THUGS are removing Batman 5 cowl. But at this height --
and this angle -- she can't see his face. She reaches
for her CAMERA BAG.
ANGLE ON GOONS
Gaping at the shadowed unconscious face of BRUCE WAYNE.
(NOTE: WE never see his face, and THEY can't either.)
GOON I
Get out of the way, I can't see
him.
And at that very instant... A FLASH GUN EXPLODES OVERHEAD.
Startled, the thugs look up.
GOON III
Goddam, it's the girl!
ON VICKI
A chunk of ledge chips off mere inches from her head as
the GOONS OPEN FIRE. She ducks back behind the overhang,
holds the camera out over the ledge, and KEEPS ON FLASHING
using her telephoto lens.
ON THE THUGS
No sight of Vicki. They begin to relax a little.
GOON II
Did you hit her?
GOON I
I think so. Wax him.
They turn their guns on Bruce. Ready to FIRE.
A GLOVED HAND snakes out, GRABS GOON I BY THE COATTAIL
and yanks him DIRECTLY INTO THE LINE OF FIRE. GOON II
has PULLED THE TRIGGER TWICE before he knows what's
happened.
In one fluid motion Bruce HEAVES GOON I's lifeless body
THROUGH THE AIR, knocking GOON II backward over a garbage
can. GOON II falls and CRACKS HIS HEAD on the nearest
wall.
GOON III takes a rabbit punch to the throat. On the way
down he catches a STEEL-TOED BOOT in the gut.
Four seconds after all this began, Batman is alone in the
alleyway with GOON IV.
GOON IV has his gun out, but he's shaking too much to
pull the trigger. Batman smiles. GOON IV SCREAMS and
RUNS FOR HIS LIFE.
Through all this, Vicki's camera has been poised on the
ledge, snapping away. Batman looks up.
EXT. ROOFTOP - ON VICKI
She peeks down at the alley. Limp goons everywhere.
And, in addition, Batman sees her.
ANGLE - ON VICKI
She thinks fast. She may have a clean photo of Batman's
face. She removes the roll, drops it down her blouse,
and ESCAPES across the roof.
EXT. ALLEY - ON BATMAN
Batman sees her disappear. He looks around, spots the
BATMOBILE two blocks away. The car is still there, the
chrome-steel shields intact. But DOZENS OF COPS and
CURIOSITY-SEEKERS are SWARMING ALL OVER the fearsome
machine. Batman snorts in frustration.
Just then, A GIANT THREE-TON CATERPILLAR WINCH rumbles up
the street toward the Batmobile. He's about to get towed.
He takes a RADIO TRANSMITTER from his utility belt:
BATMAN
Shields open.
EXT. STREET - ON BATMOBILE
TWO COPS are crawli