Batman: Year One Page #3

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FLASS:

This it, Flowerpower? Looks kind of

light to me

CHI-CHI

It's the same as last week.

FLASS:

Yeah? Well, you seem to be doing

pretty good for yourself. Maybe

it's time we talk to ESTRADA,

REEVALUATE our arrangement.

CAMPBELL:

Or maybe SELINA can throw in a

little dark meat to make up the

balance. How about that?

CHI-CHI

Yeah, sure. SELINA, get over here!

SELINA reluctantly approaches the car.

CHI-CHI (CONT'D)

Give DETECTIVE CAMPBELL a date on

the house.

CAMPBELL:

You can put away the toys, sweet

thing. I'll show you how a REAL MAN

does it.

SELINA:

Forget it. You're not coming

anywhere near me.

She turns to walk away but CHI-CHI grabs her arm.

FLASS (LAUGHS)

Classic. One can't get his whores

to screw, the other can't get

screwed by a whore.

FLASS pulls away.

FLASS (CONT'D)

We don't have time for this. Got to

keep moving. More pick-ups to

make before quitting time. Ta-ta

ladies.

FLASS waves his BEER CAN farewell as he drives off.

CHI-CHI

What the hell was that? You made me

LOOK BAD. I got a REP to maintain.

I look weak, then scumbag crooked

cops take advantage, try to push me

around.

SELINA:

You know the rules Nothing for

Free.

SELINA jerks her arm free and storms off.

But CHI-CHI grabs her again and SPINS HER AROUND.

CHI-CHI

Well maybe it's time we RE-EVALUATE

the rules.

Suddenly CHI-CHI is aware that BRUCE stands very close

glowering at the pimp.

PURE UNHOLY HATRED.

CHI-CHI

What the f*** you want, retard?

CHI-CHI flicks open his SWITCH BLADE.

SELINA:

(to CHI-CHI)

Leave him alone.

CHI-CHI backhands her across the mouth.

BRUCE, oblivious to the knife, moves to take out CHI-CHI.

But SELINA catches BRUCE's eye and, WITHOUT SAYING A WORD,

tells BRUCE to "let it go".

BRUCE just turns and walks away— an obedient soldier.

CHI-CHI

That's what I thought. WIMP!

Selina watches BRUCE march back into—

INT. AL'S GARAGE - MOMENTS LATER

BRUCE KICKS open the door—

FLINGS groceries everywhere—

PUNCHES the plaster wall—

BRUCE (V.O.)

September 17. Father, it takes

everything I have just to contain

this fury. I can feel it in my

chest. It wants to ESCAPE. I'm

AFRAID of what I might do.

LITTLE AL is in the doorway.

LITTLE AL:

What the hell's going in here. You

OK?

BRUCE:

I'm fine.

BRUCE tries to push past LITTLE AL and out of the garage. But

LITTLE AL grabs his wrist.

LITTLE AL:

Bruce.

BRUCE:

What do YOU want?

LITTLE AL:

Don't you give me lip, boy. I know

what you're going through. You

can't hide it from me.

BRUCE:

You don't know ANYTHING.

LITTLE AL:

Come on. I've got something for

you.

LITTLE AL pushes aside a work bench, digs out a key and opens

a dirty, disused door.

BRUCE:

Your father's office?

LITTLE AL says nothing. The two men go inside—

INT. BIG AL'S OFFICE - DAY

It's like a tomb. Dusty, unused and preserved. LITTLE AL sits

at the desk and starts opening drawers.

LITTLE AL:

(without looking)

Sit down Bruce.

BRUCE sits on a dusty chair.

LITTLE AL finds what he's looking for, shoe-box. He turns to

BRUCE:

LITTLE AL (CONT'D)

You know, Bruce, BIG AL worked HARD

to put me through med school. He

dreamed of giving me more than that

garage. But he NEVER said a WORD

after the war.

LITTLE AL (CONT'D)

He understood what happens to a man

who's SEEN too much of this world's

evil. Do you know what I'm talking

about Bruce.

BRUCE nods.

LITTLE AL (CONT'D)

When we found you out in the scrap

pile you were scared, more of a

wild animal than a boy, really. And

you had something with you, do you

remember that?

BRUCE says 'Yes' with his eyes.

LITTLE AL (CONT'D)

(laughs)

You wouldn't let it go... Took BIG

AL three months to even get a look

at it. You cried for weeks when he

took it from you. He said you

weren't ready to have it. You

called it your INHERITANCE.

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