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PART ONE (OF TWO)
CHUCK DIXON, STORY
SOME GUY, PENCILS
SOME OTHER GUY, INKS
DENNY O’NEIL, THE MAN
JOE ILLIDGE, THE OTHER MAN
A bunch of Bandidos are threatening an off page character with chains and knives and blackpowder handguns. The Bandidos are a vaguely Latino motorcycle gang. Real tough guys with tattoos and painful looking body piercing and stuff like that. VERY rough looking bunch. But some of them look scared. One of them is a very tough looking girl with close cropped black hair and a pair of butterfly knives. She’s Cuban or Puerto Rican.
BANDIDO 1: BACK OFF, ESE.
BANDIDO 2: YOU’RE OUTNUMBERED, AMIGO.
BANDIDO 3: (THIS GUY LOOKS SCARED) yih-yih-YOU CAN’T KILL US ALL.
PAGES TWO AND THREE
Bane WADES into the Bandidos. Tight composition. He is shouldering them aside with his bulk as he gets a grip on the faces of two of them and shoves them into their buddies with concusive force. Guns go off with wild shots. The girl is shoved aside.
BANE: NOT ALL.
Bane stands over the fallen bikers who lie about him dead on a cracked concrete floor. The girl is seated on the floor holding her head. We see now that this scene took place in a huge lobby type area of some office building. The place has been trashed after a year of the Bandidos calling it home. Graffiti marks the walls with LOS BANDIDOS spelled out in huge letters somewhere.
BANE: I NEED ONE OF YOU ALIVE.
BANE: BUT ONLY ONE.
Bane looms over the girl. Her name is Ladonna. She is seated on the floor and moving away from him.
BANE: I AM BANE.
LADONNA: I KNOW WHO YOU ARE. YOU USED TO RUN GOTHAM.
LADONNA: USED TO.
She’s come up with one of those butterfly knives but Bane catches her wrist in one of his huge hands. She looks pained as she drops the knife.
BANE: DO NOT TRY MY PATIENCE.
BANE: YOU MEAN NOTHING TO ME. YOUR SEX DID NOT SPARE YOU.
She rubs her wrist and watches as she walks back into the darkness of the building.
LADONNA: WHAT DID SPARE ME, VATO?
BANE: YOU OFFERED THE LEAST THREAT.
BANE: FOLLOW ME.
Bane holds what looks like a TV remote crossed with a pocket calculator. He stands before a featureless section of marble wall with Ladonna behind him. He taps keys on the remote.
LADONNA: WA’S THAT?
BANE: BE QUIET OR I WILL FIND ANOTHER “VOLUNTEER”.
SFX: (TINY) dit dit dit deet
A section of wall opens like a massive door. Some dust comes down as it opens. Ladonna steps back in surprise.
LADONNA: WHERE’D THAT COME FROM?
BANE: IN ALL THE TIME THAT YOUR COMPADRES OCCUPIED THIS BUILDING…
They move inside the door to see a long set of steps descending into a dark corridor. Bane pushes Ladonna ahead of him.
BANE: …YOU NEVER SUSPECTED WHAT LAY BENEATH YOUR FEET.
LADONNA: HEY! DON’T NEED TO GET PUSHY!
BANE: YOU WILL GO FIRST.
She stands on the dark steps with a hand on one wall and looks ahead nervously.
LADONNA: I DON’T LIKE THIS.
LADONNA: I CAN’T SEE ANY–
Her booted foot touches a bunch of human bones in some rotting clothes.
OFF PANEL: oh!
Low angle shot. A human skull bounces down the stairs from where she’s frozen in fear. Bane is a half dozen steps behind her. More skeletal remains lie on the stairs in the foreground.
BANE: THIS PASSAGE IS SET WITH TRAPS.
BANE: YOU ARE MY JUDAS GOAT.
LADONNA: aw man…
She ducks in fear as a gun swings from an opening hatch in the all. It’s a robot gun on an armature.
Bane stands behind her as she leans against the wall with a hand to her heart and looks stressed. The wall around her is bullet riddled. The gun aims at her from the armature with dust falling from it.
BANE: OUT OF AMMUNITION.
BANE: OUR SKELETAL FRIENDS TOOK THE TEETH FROM THIS TRAP.
SFX: shak! shak! shak!
He stands on a landing at the foot of the steps where a steel door is set into a concrete wall. She stands on the bottom steps and watches. He punches keys on the remote.
LADONNA: LOOKS LIKE A SAFE. THERE’S MONEY IN THERE?
BANE: FAR MORE VALUABLE THAN THAT.
SFX: (TINY) dit deet dit deet
We look down a row of shelving in the dark vault as the door slides open with Bane and Ladonna standing in the light outside the door.
LADONNA: DID YOU HIDE ALL THIS DOWN HERE?
BANE: THE MAN I WORK FOR HAD THIS PLACED HERE FAR BENEATH THE STREET.
BANE: A MAN PREPARED FOR ANY TOMORROW.
Bane in close shot as he moves into the vault.
BANE: A MAN WHO WANTS TO OWN ALL OF GOTHAM CITY’S TOMMORROWS.
BANE: FOR NOW HIS PLANS ARE UNCLEAR TO ME; HIS NAME UNKNOWN TO ME.
Large panel. They walk into a vault that is now brightly lit. It is stacked with steel crates. Some massive weapons sit on bipods and tripods around the room. Ladonna looks around with amazement.
LADONNA: IF ONLY THE ‘MANOS KNEW ABOUT THIS. THE HELL THEY COULDA’ RAISED.
BANE: THEY WOULD HAVE SPENT IT IN POINTLESS CARNAGE.
He turns to her as she smirks, lifting a fragmentation grenade from a box of them.
LADONNA: AND WHAT’RE YOU GONNA DO WITH IT?
BANE: I WILL SPEND IT IN MEANINGFUL CARNAGE.
LADONNA: YOU GONNA START A WAR?
Bane in close shot as he holds up a massive weapon that’s a large caliber machine gun wedded with a grenade launcher.
BANE: I’M GOING TO END ONE.
Batman’s gloved fist holds out a fire ax to a weasely looking guy who stares at in in fear and regret. The hand and ax come from the extreme foreground. Very powerful and threatening.
OFF PANEL: DO IT.
WEASEL: (SMALL, WEAK) aw…
OFF PANEL: NOW.
Pullback. The weasel is chopping at the vat of a homemade still in the basement of a brick building. Liquid gushes out. Vapor rises from where it hits the floor. There’s plastic jugs everywhere. Batman and Batgirl stand watching. The weasel is crying.
WEASEL: JUST BREWIN’ UP SOME GIN.
WEASEL: MAKIN’ PEOPLE HAPPY.
BATMAN: MAKING PEOPLE BLIND.
BATMAN: I’M STOPPING YOU BEFORE YOU MAKE SOMEONE DEAD.
Batgirl watches as Batman gets a hold of the little weasel and slaps the ax from his hands.
BATMAN: YOU BUILD ANOTHER STILL AND I’LL KNOW ABOUT IT.
BATMAN: FIND ANOTHER LINE OF WORK.
WEASEL: (SMALL, WEAK) yup. I’ll do that.
The pair climbs a rickety stairs leading from the basement leaving the weasel crying in the puddle of spilled mash in the basement.
BATGIRL: WE’RE DOWN TO THIS?
BATMAN: SOMETHING HAS TO BREAK. SOMETHING BIG.
BATGIRL: THIS MYSTERIOUS OUTSIDER? I DON’T SEE IT.
Batman stands with a batarang and jumpline in hand looking serious.
BATMAN: GOTHAM IS TOO RIPE A PRIZE EVEN IN ITS CURRENT ISOLATION. I’VE SEEN THE SIGNS.
BATMAN: SOMEONE FROM OUTSIDE IS MAKING THINGS HAPPEN IN THE CITY.
Batman swings up into the night between two buildings. Batgirl is swinging a jumpline over her head preparing to launch it.
BATGIRL: WHAT DO WE DO NOW?
BATMAN: WE HOPE THEY SHOW THEIR HAND.
BATMAN: THEY HAVE TO COME INTO THE LIGHT AT SOME POINT.
Ladonna struggles down a street lugging a big steel case in both hands. She’s really having a hard time with it.
CAPTION: “AND WE’LL BE THERE.
LADONNA: HEY—THIS THING’S GETTIN’—
Bane turns to her. He has a big ass Gatling gun type deal over one shoulder with a belt of ammo attached to a circular ammo drum on his back. Governor Ventura wore one of these rigs in PREDATOR. He also has a large automatic pistol shoved into his belt. Ladonna leans on the case panting for breath. They are in the middle of broad avenue.
BANE: IT IS TOO HEAVY FOR YOU?
LADONNA: ES—gasp–VERDAD, VATO.
BANE: PERHAPS I SHOULD HAVE CHOSEN ONE OF YOUR BRAWNIER COMPADRES.
LADONNA: GUESS SO.
She looks up to see his hand holding the pistol to her head. Her eyes are wide.
OFF PANEL: DO NOT GIVE ME CAUSE TO REGRET MY DECISION.
LADONNA: (WEAK) ulp.
He continues down the street with her struggling behind him the case in her arms.
BANE: COME ALONG.
BANE: WE ARE ON A TIMETABLE.
PANEL SIX Figures spy from rooftops as Bane and Ladonna pass beneath. The figures run along the ledge like roofrats.
BANE: AND NOTHING CAN DELAY US.
Bane and Ladonna turn at a voice.
OFF PANEL: YO.
OFF PANEL: TOO-TALL.
Bane and Ladonna stand as LOTS of scurvy looking young punks come out of alleys and windows and standing on ledges above. They have chains and bats and a few shotguns sprinkled here and there. These are what’s left of the Falsefacers. They have Bane and Ladonna surrounded.
FALSE 1: YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST CRUISE THROUGH HERE?
FALSE 1: THERE’S A TOLL.
BANE: WHAT IS THE PRICE OF THIS TOLL?
Falsefacer 1 grins hideously with others crowding around him.
FALSE 1: EVERYTHING YOU GOT.
FALSE 1: AND THEN SOME.
Ladonna looks stunned as Bane opens up with the gatling gun. Upshot dramatic angle as he sweeps the weapon in an arc. The muzzleflash is tremendous and empty shellcasings come cascading from the gun in a smoking stream.
Hoods along the edge of a roof go flying as the stream rakes the building with enormous collateral damage. Brick dust and wood shards explode as the building is peppered.
Low angle shot. Hoods fly toward us as they’re blasted off their feet with Bane crouched to hammer at them with the gatling. Ladonna has dropped the case and holds her hands to her ears.
Hoods are blasted as bullets stream through a derelict car along the sidewalk.
Bane stands over a heap of dead Falsefacers and flips playing cards on them from a deck held in his hand. In his other hand he holds the massively smoking gatling gun. Ladonna squints and shouts at him, hands still over ears.
LADONNA: YOU’RE CRAZY!
LADONNA: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
BANE: I AM MULTIPLYING MY EFFORTS.
Downshot of heaped Falsefacers. They each have a playing card sticking to the drying blood on their riddled bodies. Each card is the same: the deuce of spades.
OFF PANEL: (ABOVE) I AM SPREADING THE TERROR.
We see bloody playing cards lying on a tabletop. They’re the same as the ones Bane dropped on the bodies. And there’s a half dozen of them. A martini glass and an ashtray lie by them.
OFF PANEL: WHAT ARE THESE?
OFF PANEL: (LINKED) IS THAT BLOOD?
The Penguin stands at a table in a warehouse loaded with goods. A chippie is by him making an “ew” face. Some of his mooks are here with him.
MOOK 1: OUR PEOPLE ARE BRINGIN’ ‘EM IN FROM ALL OVER.
MOOK 2: SOMEBODY’S CAPPIN’ PLAYERS AND MARKIN’ THEIR KILLS.
PENGUIN: “ALL OVER”? CAN YOU BE MORE SPECIFIC?
MOOK 1: COMIN’ FROM THE EAST SIDE THROUGH LO-BOY, BANDIDO AND DEMONZ TURF.
MOOK 2: IT’S TWO-FACE, PENGUIN.
Penguin holds a card up in his gloved hand. He holds it gingerly in pinky and thumb. He looks at it as though it might speak.
PENGUIN: WE’RE MEANT TO THINK IT IS.
PENGUIN: SOMEONE’S BAITING AND SWITCHING, BOYS.
Downshot of Penguin leaning on the table looking at the cards.
PENGUIN: SOMEONE ELSE IS LOOKING AT “THE BIG PICTURE”.
PENGUIN: AND THEY’RE LOOKING TO SHIFT THE BALANCE OF POWER. AND IN THIS TOWN—
Close-up of Two-Face shouting angrily. The background behind him is filled with gunfire SFX.
CAPTION: “–THAT WILL BE CHILD’S PLAY.
TWO-FACE: CAN’T A GUY CATCH A COUPLE OF ZEES AROUND HERE?
Two-Face stands angry in a robe that has the same bifurcated design as all of his other clothing. Members of his gang are at a window blasting away at enemies outside. Bullets have riddled the room and blasted out the windows. A few arrows and crossbow bolts stick in the walls and window frames as well. Two of the thugs are twins dressed identically. Two-Face stands oblivious the gunfire going on around him.
TWIN 1: IT’S AN AMBUSH!
TWIN 2: LOOKS LIKE STREET DEMONZ!
TWO-FACE: DOUBLE CROSSERS! WE HAD AN UNDERSTANDING.
TWIN 1: IF WE HAD A TRUCE IT’S OVER, BOSS!
Twin 2 catches a bullet and flies backwards. Twin 1 turns to him in shock.
TWIN 2: unnh!
TWIN 1: STAN!
Twin 1 crouches over his fallen brother. Two-Face stands over them.
TWIN 1: STAN’S DEAD.
TWO-FACE: THAT’S TOO BAD, FRAN.
TWIN 1: THANKS, BOSS.
Upshot of Two-Face snarling.
TWO-FACE: I MEANT TOO BAD FOR ME, DOOFUS.
TWO-FACE: YOU’RE NO LONGER A MATCHED PAIR.
Two-Face leans from the shot-out window shouting angrily. His hoods stay under cover as more projectiles strike all around. Two-Face has a machine gun in his fists now.
TWO-FACE: (SHOUTING) YOU MISERABLE MUTTS!
TWO-FACE: (SHOUTING) YOU’LL DIE FOR THIS!
Street Demonz, in their gang colors, fire their weapons from the ruins around city hall. Two-Face is at a window high on one bullet riddled wall and shouts at them. Remember that the clock-tower of City Hall fell over back in CATACLYSM. The best ref for Gotham City hall is in ROBIN #18.
TWO FACE: (SHOUTING) YOU’LL DIE BEGGING FOR SECOND CHANCE!
TWO-FACE: (SHOUTING) DOUBLE CROSSING MUTTS!
A Street Demon turns from the fray as the others duck gunfire that skips across the ruins around them.
DEMON 1: MAN, HE’S BLOWIN’ OFF A LOTTA AMMO AT US.
DEMON 2: HE CAN’T DO THAT FOREVER. THEN WE GO IN AND–
OFF PANEL: YOU GUYS NEED SOME MUSCLE?
The Demonz look down from the rubble where a group of Eightballs stand in their 8BALL jackets standing with weapons in hand.
DEMON 2: YOU GOT A BEEF WITH DENT?
EIGHTBALL: OFFED SOME BROTHER EIGHTBALLS OVER ON SHUMP STREET.
DEMON 2: COME ON AND GET A PIECE THEN.
PANELS ONE through FIVE
Slice panels showing urchins of varying age (but keep ‘em under 12)and gender and race wandering the empty streets and rooftops calling out through cupped hands. Dystopic town criers.
URCHIN 1: CALLING THE BATMAN!
URCHIN 2: BATMAN! BATMAN!
URCHIN 3: MESSAGE FOR THE BATMAN!
URCHIN 4: YO, BATMAN!
URCHIN 5: BAAAAAATMAAAAAN!
Largest panel on the page.
An urchin looks up in surprise as twin bat-shadows fall over him.
OFF PANEL: (ABOVE) WHAT IS IT?
URCHIN 6: (SMALL) whoa.
URCHIN 6: (LINKED) YOU REALLY ARE REAL.
Batman and Batgirl loom over the urchin.
BATMAN: MAKE IT FAST, SON.
URCHIN 6: THE puh-puh-PENGUIN. HE WANTS T’SEE YOU.
BATMAN: I’VE BEEN TOLD. ON YOUR WAY, SON.
Batgirl and Batman as the kid runs like hell away from them.
BATGIRL: DO YOU THINK IT’S TRAP?
BATMAN: THIS WOULD HAVE BEEN THE TRAP.
BATGIRL: AND WHAT IF IT WAS?
Batman turns to her.
BATMAN: SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO MAKE YOURSELF A TARGET TO FIND THE HUNTER.
BATGIRL: THIS IS COBBLEPOT. NOT YOUR OUTSIDER.
BATMAN: BUT THE PENGUIN IS CALLING ON ME.
Batman in close-up looking grim.
BATMAN: IMAGINE WHAT WOULD CAUSE HIM TO DO THAT.
BATMAN: SOMETHING’S ABOUT TO BREAK.
A shot of the ruined Gotham skyline. It is dark against the nightsky.
FROM SKYLINE: ALL GOES AS PLANNED.
FROM SKYLINE: (ELECTRONIC SMALL) THIS IS A FINE GAME WE PLAY, BANE.
Bane crouches on the edge of a rooftop with a cel phone to his ear. It looks ridiculously tiny in his huge fist. The gatling gun leans nearby. Ladonna is lugging that steel case to a place near him.
ELECTRONIC: (SMALL) IT IS A GAME LOST OR WON IN THE DETAILS.
BANE: I KNOW WHAT IS AT STAKE. I KNOW WHAT NEEDS TO BE DONE.
ELECTRONIC: (SMALL) KEEP ME INFORMED.
BANE: WE WILL SPEAK AGAIN WHEN I HAVE ACHIEVED YOUR DIRECTIVE.
Ladonna is seated on the rooftop and leaning back exhausted on the case. Bane is folding the phone closed.
LADONNA: THAT YOUR BOSS?
BANE: I ALLOW HIM THAT ILLUSION. IT SUITS ME.
BANE: FOR NOW.
Bane picks up the gatling gun.
BANE: BUT THE PRIZE I WIN I WIN FOR BANE.
Bane walks away and Ladonna grimaces as she stands looking down at the steelcase.
BANE: THERE IS MORE WORK TO BE DONE.
LADONNA: (SMALL) CHALE!
LADONNA: WHAT WORK? GETTIN’ EVERYBODY MAD AT EACH OTHER?
BANE: NOT AT EACH OTHER–
A mob of mixed hoods and thugs and mooks and creeps come toward us over the rubble armed to the teeth. There’s Lo Boyz , Street Demonz, Falsefacers, Eightballs, White Wolves (a white supremacist bike gang), Bandidos and others. They carry blazing torches and look like they mean business. A Street Demon is in the foreground calling out.
CAPTION: “–MAD AT ONE MAN ONLY.
DEMON 1: (SHOUTING) DENT!
DEMON 1: (SHOUTING) GET YOUR UGLY HALF-A-BUTT OUT HERE!
Two-Face shouts from his window. He’s in a tattered shirt with a ballbat in his fist. His mooks look bad. Many are wounded. Bodies of them are draped at the windows as sandbags like Fort Zinderneuf. The place is even more shot up than before.
TWO-FACE: WHY DON’T YOU COME INSIDE?
TWO-FACE: I’LL TAKE YOU ON TWO AT A TIME!
Demon 1 speaks as various gangbangers hold arrows to the torches held by their buddies.
DEMON 1: YOU PLAYED YOUR HAND, DENT!
DEMON 1: NOW YOU FRY!
A shot of flights of flaming arrows arcing from the ruins around city hall.
Two-Face laughs madly like Cagney at the end of WHITE HEAT. The room is aflame with flaming arrows stuck in the walls and floor. His mooks are clambering away in panic.
We’re looking over the inert forms of a bunch of the mooks we saw with Penguin earlier. We can see Pengie seated cooly at his table. His chippies has leapt up in startlement.
PENGUIN: YOU KNOW…
PENGUIN: YOU DON’T NEED TO MAKE AN ENTRANCE EVERY TIME.
Batman and Batgirl step over the inert mooks.
BATMAN: I KNOW YOU ENJOY A BIT OF THEATER, OSWALD.
BATGIRL: YOU WANTED TO TALK? TALK.
PENGUIN: A VERY STRIDENT YOUNG THING, AREN’T WE?
BATMAN: GET ON WITH IT.
Penguin walks to a large wall map of Gotham with the turfs marked off.
PENGUIN: SOMEBODY IS SETTING UP HARVEY DENT.
PENGUIN: THEY’VE HIT GANG TURFS AND NEUTRAL ZONES LEAVING HIS MARK.
Penguin points at the map. There are pins to show the gang hits. Two-Face’s zone has 2FACE written on it in marker. It is the largest turf on the map.
PENGUIN: THEY START HERE IN THE EAST AND MOVE TOWARD HIS ZONE.
PENGUIN: THEY FOLLOW A PATTERN LEADING TO–
Penguin reacts in surprise as a batarang strikes the map near where his finger was and sticks like a dagger.
PENGUIN: OH MY.
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Penguin turns to them in annoyance.
PENGUIN: SHOW OFF.
BATGIRL: IT WAS ME.
BATGIRL: WHOEVER’S DOING THIS, AND I’M NOT ELIMINATING YOU AS A SUSPECT, IS DRAWING THE FIGHT AWAY FROM HIS TARGET.
Batgirl has her hand on her batarang to pull it from the wall. Penguin looks at her in admiration (and NOT of her detective skills).
BATGIRL: THEY’RE AIMING EVERY GANGBANGER TO DENT’S FORTRESS AT CITY HALL.
BATGIRL: AND FORCING HIM TO CONSOLIDATE HIS FORCES IN DEFENSE THERE AND AWAY FROM THIS SECTOR.
PENGUIN: AND SMART AS WELL, MY DEAR.
Penguin takes a drag on his cigarette.
PENGUIN: BUT TO WHAT END IS ALL THIS CHICANERY?
PENGUIN: WHO BENEFITS?
She’s pulled the batarang from the wall. Batman stands behind her looking at the map thoughtfully.
BATMAN: THEY’RE CLEARING THE WAY FOR SOMETHING.
BATGIRL: BUT I’M NOT SURE WHAT.
BATMAN: WE’LL CHECK IT OUT OURSELVES.
A detail shot of an area of the streetmap. The hole in the map from the batarang is in the center of a city block marked HALL OF RECORDS.
OFF PANEL: DON’T BOTHER TO SEE US OUT, OSWALD.
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Downshot of the actual Hall of Records. It’s a neo classical pile of marble that takes up an entire city block. It’s quake damaged. Around the arched and columned entrance is a barricade of derelict cars and sandbags.
OFF PANEL: WHAT’S THAT, ESE? THE LIBERRY?
Bane stands in a ruined building at a window and looks through binoculars. Ladonna is seated on that steelcase she was carrying behind him.
BANE: IT IS THE HALL OF RECORDS. IT HOLDS ALL OF THIS CITY’S UGLY MEMORIES AND MINOR DETAILS.
LADONNA: NO MONEY IN THERE?
BANE: IT IS FULL OF TREASURES MORE VALUABLE THAN MONEY.
Downshot through the binocs of two of Two-Face’s guys manning a heavy machine gun at the entrance of the Hall.
TAILLESS BALLOON: APPARENTLY SENOR DENT SHARES MY OPINION.
Two shot of Bane and Ladonna as he shoulders his gatling gun. She leans on the ledge to look down.
LADONNA: SO YOU GONNA ROB THAT PLACE?
BANE: I AM GOING TO LEVEL IT.
BANE: NO STONE SHALL STAND UPON ANOTHER.
CONCLUDED IN DETECTIVE #____