Batman: Year One Page #2

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Finished, BRUCE puts the letter in an ENVELOPE. Then, gets up

and goes back to work.

INT. JAMES GORDON'S APARTMENT. BATHROOM - NIGHT

THUNDER rolls on the night air.

In the sweaty palm of JAMES GORDON rest six bullets. GORDON

sits in his boxers on the toilet. In his mouth he holds his

SERVICE REVOLVER.

ANN (O.S.)

Honey, come to bed.

GORDON looks up at the door. He puts the gun, with its wet

barrel, into a holster with a badge clipped to the side and

leaves the bathroom.

ANN (O.S.) (CONT'D)

Hard time sleeping again, baby?

We hear bedsprings sag.

INT. POLICE PRECINCT. SOUADROOM - MORNING

GORDON gets off the elevator and walks through the busy

precinct room full of COPS.

As he passes, CONVERSATIONS STOP.

Men with shoulder holsters and badges on their hip watch

GORDON with obvious disdain.

GORDON puts his lunch in his desk and flips through papers.

He lights a MARLBORO.

INT. POLICE PRECINCT. HALL OUTSIDE EVIDENCE ROOM - DAY

A sign reads "Evidence Room". A YOUNG COP stares at GORDON

with bad intent through a Plexiglas window.

GORDON puts papers in the pass-through.

GORDON:

This is for the Irwin case.

The YOUNG COP doesn't say a word.

As GORDON leaves, he passes the door to the evidence room.

It's half open.

We catch a quick glimpse inside—

two detectives stuff YELLOW ENVELOPES and stack BILLS

--before the door SLAMS shut.

INT. BATHROOM. POLICE PRECINCT - DAY

GORDON stands at a URINAL as DETECTIVE FLASS, about 40, blond

crew cut, enters

FLASS:

I've got something for you Gordon.

GORDON:

Come on Flass, I told you, I just

don't want it.

FLASS:

Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, you're going

to have to learn what it takes to

be a cop in this town

FLASS (CONT'D)

It makes the guys nervous when

someone doesn't participate. They

think you might say something.

GORDON:

It's not like that, I just don't

need the money.

Maybe if I had kids like the other

guys, or had trouble making ends

meet it would be different.

FLASS:

The guys are saying, 'maybe he

thinks he's better than we are.

Maybe he thinks he's superior.' Is

that how it is Jimmy? You think

you're some kind of saint?

GORDON:

No, it's nothing like that.

FLASS:

So you're not a saint, Gordon. Who

are you?

GORDON:

I'm just a cop

FLASS:

Yeah, that's right, you're one of

us

FLASS jams a yellow envelope into GORDON'S hand and leaves.

GORDON CRUSHES the YELLOW ENVELOPE.

INT. SQUADROOM. POLICE PRECINCT - MOMENTS LATER

FLASS jokes around the water cooler with a couple COPS.

Then, back at his desk he sees the YELLOW ENVELOPE spiked on

his message post.

FLASS registers a look of concern.

FLASS' partner DETECTIVE CAMPBELL, a fat cop in a wrinkled

suit, slaps him on the shoulder.

CAMPBELL:

Come on, we'll deal with him later.

We got to make our rounds.

Together they leave and we—

CUT TO:

EXT. GIRLS GALORE PEEPSHOW THEATER - EVENING

BRUCE carries a brown paper grocery bag in his arms.

THE WHORES do their thing: waving at cars, posing, vamping.

They see BRUCE in his BLUE JUMPSUIT.

FRENCH MAID:

Hey there garage boy! Want to look

under my hood, check my fluid

levels.

CHEERLEADER:

You can top me off anytime!

The youngest prostitute, HOLLY, joins in.

HOLLY:

I'll show you why they say, "good

things come in small packages?"

SELINA:

HOLLY! GET OVER HERE! He's a

neighbor, not a John. And the rest

of you, cut it out. You got nothing

better to do?

CHI-CHI (CUTS IN)

Yeah, like making me some MONEY.

Get to work.

CHI-CHI is interrupted by the honk of a horn.

DETECTIVE FLASS sits behind the wheel of an UNMARKED COP CAR

with a Ballantine Ale on his lap.

FLASS:

Hey there CHI-CHI. How's business?

Next to him in the car sits DETECTIVE CAMPBELL.

CAMPBELL:

(laughing, to CHI-CHI)

Hey, you know what, you're the only

HIPPY PIMP I ever seen.

FLASS:

You got something for us

Greaseball?

CHI-CHI

Yeah, sure. Here you guys go.

CHI-CHI passes a YELLOW ENVELOPE through the window to FLASS.

FLASS flips through the bills inside.

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