60 OMITTED 60

    & &

    61 61

    62 INT. OUTER OFFICE - DAY 62

    Selina sees Bruce to the elevator. They scope each

    other ……

    SELINA

    You don't seem like the type who

    does business with Mr. Shreck.

    BRUCE

    No. And you don't seem like the

    type who takes orders from him.

    SELINA

    Well that's a …… long story ……

    BRUCE

    Well， I could …… free up some

    time……

    SELINA

    I'm listed.

    BRUCE

    I'm tempted.

    Selina backs toward the conference room.

    SELINA

    I'm working.

    Bruce backs into the corridor.

    BRUCE

    I'm leaving.

    63 INT. CORRIDOR——DAY 63

    Bruce punches the down button to punctuate the syllables：

    BRUCE

    Se-li-na.

    The car arrives. He gets in. Suddenly remembers some-

    thing. Fights the closing doors， dashes out！

    64 INT. OUTER OFFICE——SAME TIME 64

    Selina stops to spitefully squeeze a few drops of blood

    from her injured fingertip into the percolating coffee.

    Suddenly she looks up， realizing that Bruce is standing

    here. Embarrassed， she jokes：

    SELINA

    Pouring myself into my work.

    BRUCE

    （smiles， then）

    I， ah …… didn't catch your last

    name.

    SELINA

    Oh. "Kyle."

    She mimes making a telephone call.

    SELINA

    Rhymes with "dial."

    Bruce signals： gotcha. Then backs out.

    65 INT. CONFERENCE ROOM——SAME TIME 65

    As a brooding Max dials out：

    CHIP

    You buy this "blurry" business？

    MAX

    （shrugs） *

    Women…… nothing surprises me， Chip. *

    Excepting your late mother…… Who *

    even knew Selina had a brain to *

    damage？ Bottom line： she tries *

    to blackmail us， we drop her out *

    a higher window. Meanwhile I got *

    badder fish to fry.

    （into phone）

    Yeah —— Oswald， please.

    66 INT. STOREFRONT OFFICE BUILDING （CAMPAIGN H.Q.）——DAY 66

    A two-story warehouse space with a particularly funky top

    floor. A dozen Red Triangle Carny Creeps rough-house on

    the filthy loft floor. Others crawl in and out， through

    a vent.

    Penguin is sitting by an open window， enjoying the brisk

    winter air as he reviews his stack of legal pads， cross-

    referencing them against a Gotham City White Pages ……

    and scribbling down addresses， next to the boys' names ……

    The Organ Grinder lofts the phone to Penguin.

    ORGAN GRINDER

    For you， boss.

    PENGUIN

    Yeah， what is it？ I'm busy up

    here？

    66A INT. SHRECK CONFERENCE ROOM——SAME TIME 66A

    Max smiles.

    MAX

    Good. Stay busy up there.

    66B INT. STOREFRONT OFFICE BLDG.——SAME TIME 66B

    As Max continues， VO， we slowly BOOM DOWN to the GROUND

    FLOOR. A far shinier， spiffier， classier， freshly-

    painted space ……

    MAX'S VOCIE

    I got plans for us， below.

    A lone Volunteer tapes red， white and blue bunting around

    the perimeter of the room. Bunting never looked so ominous.

    QUICKLY BOOM BACK UP to the funky top floor.

    PENGUIN

    （distracted）

    "Plans." Swell. Later.

    He slams down the receiver. Then goes back to the phone

    book， and his list ……

    67 OMITTED 67 *

    & &

    68 68 *

    <——Typist's Note：

    <——Three pages from an earlier draft are inserted here.

    <——They contain deleted scenes.

    <——And deleted dialogue.

    66A CONTINUED： 66A

    MAX

    No. Stay out of the ground floor. *

    For now. I've got plans ……

    66B INT. STOREFRONT OFFICE BLDG.——SAME TIME 66B

    Penguin doesn't quite know what to make of this. *

    PENGUIN

    "Plans"？ What kinda plans， Maxie？

    As Max replies， VO， we slowly BOOM DOWN to the GROUND

    FLOOR. A far shinier， spiffier， classier， freshly-

    painted space ……

    MAX'S VOICE

    Plans for us. For you， and me.

    For you， and me， and Gotham City.

    A lone Volunteer tapes red， white and blue bunting around

    the perimeter of the room. Bunting never looked so ominous.

    QUICKLY BOOM BACK UP to the funky top floor.

    PENGUIN

    You're talking gibberish， Max，

    but it's MY kind of gibberish.

    Don't change！

    He slams down the receiver. With a smile， he bats the

    phone to the Juggler with his umbrella.

    Then stops smiling and goes back to the phone book， and

    his list ……

    67 EXT. ROOFTOP——THAT EVENING 67

    Across the street from Selina's apartment building. Chip

    peers into Selina's window， trying to make sense of the

    weirdness within. The altered neon gives him pause.

    CHIP

    "Hello Sin"？

    68 INT. SELINA'S APARTMENT——EVENING 68

    Under eerie candlelight， the viewer gets an intense，

    elliptical array of close-ups of Selina's hands sewing

    together something black.

    There is a tentative KNOCK on the door.

    SELINA

    Who is it？

    CHIP'S VOICE

    Chip Shreck， with some Christmas

    cheer.

    SELINA

    Door's open， Chip-ster.

    Chip gingerly enters. Notices a peculiar CHURNING sound.

    Selina sexily reclines on the divan. Repeatedly running

    her nails across the fabric.

    SELINA

    （husky）

    Happy X-mas， hunk. You may

    approach.

    Intrigued but scared， Chip takes a cautious step —— onto

    a square of carpet that was placed over an opened

    gravity-heat grate ……

    A half-dozen power cords are snaking into the grate， and

    electric knife-sharpeners and egg-beaters， etc.， gyrate

    and grind down here …… that peculiar CHURNING sound ……

    Chip nearly loses a foot …… he's quietly freaking……

    CHIP

    Um， I thought we'd share a bit of

    the bubbly， that is， if……

    He tentatively holds up a moderately priced champagne.

    Then， gulping， steps around the churning pit ……

    CHIP

    …… and kinda get into the area

    of how you're feeling， in the

    workplace： Are you happy， is

    there stuff we can do to help？

    Longer lunches， bigger desk ……

    Suddenly Selina's Murphy bed thumps down， and "captures"

    him —— it's been transformed into a huge "mousetrap."

    CHIP

    （screams）

    Selina！ Goddammit！ Help me！

    SELINA

    （sits up） *

    Oh Chip， I am helping you.

    Helping you realize your potential

    as a human being. Unfortunately，

    you have none. Here， taste my

    cat o' nine tails！

    She wickedly stings Chip's cheeks with it.

    CHIP

    （struggling）

    That HURTS！ The hell's your pr——

    SELINA

    （whipping him again）

    PMS？ No， too easy. Say you love

    pain， Chip. *

    CHIP

    （desperate）

    Free me！ Or my dad'll —— *

    SELINA

    （impassive） *

    Admit it， and you'll feel better. *

    CHIP

    I love pain！ *

    He sounds quite sincere. Satisfied， Selina saunters over *

    and frees the terrified boss's son. *

    SELINA

    Why sonny-boy， you've wet your

    pants.

    CHIP

    （mortified）

    It was the champagne.

    SELINA

    Get a grip， Chip. The champagne

    didn't come uncorked. You did.

    Correct？

    Rap session long forgotten， Chip is heading for the door.

    CHIP

    Yes， Selina. Later， Selina. *

    （CONTINUED）

    <——The current draft resumes here.

    69A EXT. ANOTHER ALLEY——NIGHT 68A *

    where a relatively normal-looking MUGGER slaps his hand

    over a FEMALE VICTIM's mouth and rummages into her purse.