Batman and Robin Page #4

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PAM SCREAMS.

As Capos rush to subdue Bane, Woodrue strides to the dazed

Pam.

WOODRUE:

Welcome to my parlor.

126INT. CORRIDOR - WALKING

Woodrue is escorting a nervous Pam back towards her lab.

WOODRUE:

...Our original sponsor had no

stomach for military applications.

he cut the funding for our work -

PAMELA:

Our work?

WOODRUE:

Without your research, I could never

have come this far. Join me. The two

of us, entwined, side by side...

They have arrived at Pam's workshop. Woodrue opens the

door.

127INT. PAMELA'S WORKSHOP - CONTINUOUS

PAMELA:

Join you? I've spent my life trying

to protect plants from extinction

and now you corrupt my research into

some maniacal scheme for world

domination. When I get through you

won't be able to get a job teaching

high school chemistry, do you hear

me, you psycho?

WOODRUE:

Well, I can respect your opinion.

Woodrue shoves Pam viciously backwards into the inter-

connected tables, plants and poisonous beasts raining

down on top of her.

WOODRUE:

Sadly, I'm not good at rejection.

Woodrue begins pulling shelves of cages and BUBBLING

beakers CRASHING down atop the struggling Pam, burying her

and all her specimens entirely.

WOODRUE:

I'm afraid you'll have to die.

128WOODRUE - CLOSE. Smiles as the SOUNDS of Pam's struggle

are finally silenced. He turns, heading back into the

hallway.

WOODRUE:

(loud)

Fellow maniacs, bidding begins!

129INT. BATCAVE - NIGHT

Bruce stands with Dick, now wrapped in a blanket, steaming

mug in hand, watching the main monitor.

BRUCE:

Gotham University Labs. Security

video. Two years ago.

130SCREEN - CLOSE. The image of a dazzling hi-tech lab-

oratory. A beautiful young woman (NORA FRIES) lays on

a gurney. A SCIENTIST works a bank of controls over a

SMOKING vat of cryonic solution. Handsome, the intense

gaze of genius, the man Freeze once was.

BRUCE:

Dr. Victor Fries Two time Olympic

Decathelete. Nobel Prize winner in

molecular biology. After his wife

contracted a rare disease, McGregor's

Syndrome, he hoped to freeze her in

cryogenic sleep until he could

discover a cure. Here's where

everything goes north.

Alarms flash. A panel EXPLODES. Fries is BLOWN into the

vat of cryogenic solution.

BRUCE:

That liquid is fifty below.

Fries SCREAMS, engulfed in the mists of the cryonic

solution, his skin now frozen, bluish, his hair brittle,

all but gone.

DICK:

That's gotta hurt.

BRUCE:

Somehow he survived. But the

cryoslution mutated his body.

131The display shows a turning schematic of Fries.

DICK:

What happened to his wife?

BRUCE:

Presumed dead. No one knows.

The display now shows a turning Mr. Freeze. Compartments

in both suit sleeves are highlighted, flashing diamond

shapes within.

BRUCE:

He needs extreme cold to survive.

His cryo-suit uses diamond enhanced

lasers to keep him at zero degrees.

DICK:

Let me get this straight. A

brilliant citizen, disfigured by a

horrible accident, re-emerges as a

psychotic super-villain bent on

theft, revenge and destruction.

You see a pattern here?

BRUCE:

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