蝙蝠侠：元年 Batman: Year One Movie Script

BRUCE stabs the PLASTIC JUG with a SCREW DRIVER while outside the door in – INT. THE COMET LOUNGE - NIGHT The men, now done with their taunting, approach the door INT. WOMEN'S BATHROOM. THE COMET LOUNGE - NIGHT BRUCE holds the PLASTIC JOG in one hand and the BEER BOTTLE in the other. HE takes a deep breath and dumps the liquid into the PLASTIC JOG — INT. THE COMET LOUNGE - NIGHT Suddenly the door BURSTS OPEN.

A tattered and beaten BRUCE stands holding the PLASTIC JUG.

He tosses the PLASTIC JUG at a thug but it misses and slides under the pool tables —

BRUCE:

It's over. You people should get out of here, (beat) It isn't safe.

The THUG whips out a LONG SCALLOPED KNIFE and comes at BRUCE.

THUG WITH KNIFE:

Let's see what you had for lunch.

Under the pool table the PLASTIC JUG BUBBLES AND STEAMS. The men raise their pool queues and encircle BRUCE.

BRUCE:

Have it your way.

BRUCE jerks a neon beer advertisement off the wall as he leaps up onto a pool table.

The sign shatters.

SPARKS SHOWER DOWN WHOOSH! The LOW-LYING GASSES go up in BLUE-HOT FLAMES.

Every man standing on the floor collapses in agony — pants on fire, legs scorched.

BRUCE casually steps from his pool table onto the bar —

BRUCE:

Gentlemen, thank you for the dance.

— walks down the bar and hops out the front door.

INT. BRUCE WAYNE'S APARTMENT - MORNING A badly beaten BRUCE finishes his letter with a bruised fade and a black eye swollen almost shut.

BRUCE (V.O.) Tonight I learned that I am nothing more than a LUCKY AMATEUR. To climb the ladder of crime, I will need protection, weapons, technique. I need to cultivate an advantage if I'm to take my war up the ladder of crime to the bosses, to the GENERALS. But what should that advantage be, Father. How will I find it? Your loving son, Bruce.

BRUCE finishes the letter, folds it, puts it into an envelope and stamps it. He looks at it for a moment then adds it to a CARDBOARD SHIPPING BOX with hundreds just like it.

INT. MAYOR NOONE'S OFFICE - DAY Mayor Noone greets GORDON at the door to his gilded, wood panelled office.

NOONE:

I hear you have some disturbing news regarding the East End precinct detective Gordon.

GORDON:

Yes, sir. I'm afraid so.

NOONE:

First let me say how impressed I am that you've come forward. I know how hard these situations can be.

I want you to know I admire your bravery and integrity. We need more men like you on the force.

GORDON:

Thank you sir. I'm not trying to be a hero or anything. It's just that... Well, things are out of control.

NOONE:

Of course, I understand. Have a seat. Now tell me everything. Why did you come to my office? It's not the normal route. Why bypass internal affairs?