Batman Page #3
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1989
- 126 min
- 3,001 Views
JACK NAPIER:
Decent people shouldn't live here.
They'd be much happier someplace
else.
JACK NAPIER, 32, is right-hand man and chief enforcer to
Boss Carl Grissom. His features are delicate, almost
feminine, and he takes a vain, gangsterish pride in his
appearance. He is also absolutely merciless.
He trains a cold eye on DENT's televised image as ALICIA
HUNT -- 26, beautiful, Carl Grissom's kept woman -- glides
over in her negligee and snuggles up.
ALICIA:
Anything new?
JACK:
The usual gas. If this clown could
lay a hand on Grissom... I would've
had to kill him by now.
ALICIA finds JACK's necktie draped over a nearby chair. She
begins knotting it playfully about his neck.
ALICIA:
If Grissom knew about us... he
might kill you.
JACK seems uninterested in her affections. His eye darts
back and forth between the TV and his own reflection in a
nearby vanity.
JACK:
Don't think so, angel. I'm too
valuable. That's the way I've
planned it.
(pause)
And besides, he doesn't know.
JACK checks his watch, reaches for his topcoat, and stands
in front of the vanity. He runs a hand through sculpted
hair, checks out his Albert Nipon ensemble.
ALICIA:
You look just fine, Jack.
He smiles at himself before turning to the door.
JACK:
... I didn't ask.
CUT TO:
EXT. ALLEYWAY - NIGHT
The scene of the earlier mugging, a half-block off Gotham
Square. Only now, the deserted alleyway is a beehive of
activity:
police cars, an ambulance, a forensics van.EDDIE THE PUNK goes past on a stretcher, catatonic.
Watching him are a porcine cop, LT. ECKHARDT, and a POLICE
MEDIC.
MEDIC:
That one there won't say a word. The
other one's raving his head off.
ECKHARDT:
Variety, huh? The spice of life.
At the mouth of the alley, we find ALEXANDER KNOX --
thirty, hyperactive, a crime reporter for the Gotham
Gazette. At the moment, he's chatting with a uniformed
PATROLMAN.
PATROLMAN:
They found him hugging a drainpipe.
He was scared to come off the roof.
KNOX:
Great, but tell me: is this another
you-know-what? 'Cause if so, it's
the third one this week.
PATROLMAN:
(testily)
I dunno. What's "what"?
KNOX:
Good answer. I'm gonna put you in
for a commendation.
KNOX spots ECKHARDT and the MEDIC, waves cheerily, and
saunters down the alley. ECKHARDT curses under his breath.
ECKHARDT:
Oh Christ, it's Knox.
KNOX:
Hiya, gents. This anything I should
know about?
ECKHARDT:
Nothing out of the routine.
At this exact moment two uniformed PATROLMEN drag a brain-
fried NICK past the mouth of the alley.
NICK:
A bat, I tell you, a giant bat!
He wanted me to do him a favor...!
KNOX tilts one eyebrow. ECKHARDT and the MEDIC trade
disgusted looks.
KNOX:
No offense, boys, but these guys are
seeing something up there.
ECKHARDT:
No comment. Print what you like.
KNOX:
Come on. One question. Is there a
six-foot bat in Gotham City?
KNOX's tone is jokey, but only half-jokey. ECKHARDT snorts
in disgust and turns away. KNOX shouts after him:
KNOX (cont.)
If so, is he on the police payroll?
If so, what's he pulling down after
taxes?
EXT. STREET - THAT MOMENT - NIGHT
We pick up LT. ECKHARDT as he emerges onto the side street.
He's headed for his car when he spies a STRETCH LIMO idling
across the street. Leaning on the hood, waving hi, is the
dandyish JACK NAPIER -- flanked by two impressive GOONS.
ECKHARDT throws a nervous glance back in KNOX's direction.
He turns left, gestures to JACK to meet him farther up the
block. By the time he reaches the corner JACK has swaggered
up alongside him.
ECKHARDT takes a fat brown envelope from JACK and stuffs it
quickly in his coat.
JACK:
You didn't show up.
ECKHARDT:
We had another bat sighting.
JACK:
I'm sure that was vitally important.
Listen:
things are heating up.Someone is leaking information to
Harvey Dent.
ECKHARDT bristles. There's no love lost between these two.
ECKHARDT:
I'm doing the best I can. If it's a
problem --
JACK:
Eckhardt... our problems are your
problems.
ECKHARDT:
I'll work on it.
JACK reaches out and grabs ECKHARDT by the lapels of his
topcoat -- an Italian job, obviously expensive. He rubs the
material between his fingers.
JACK:
Very nice, Lieutenant. But a little
ostentatious on a cop's salary,
don't you think?
ECKHARDT:
(knocking his hands away)
I answer to Grissom, punk. Not to
you.
JACK:
You're a smart boy, Eckhardt. You
should be thinking about the future.
ECKHARDT laughs in his face.
ECKHARDT:
Ambition.
(nodding his head)
Forget it, Jack. You'll never run
that organization.
JACK:
And why's that?
ECKHARDT:
You're a psycho, friend. You're an
A-one crazy boy and Grissom knows
it.
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