Batman Forever Page #3

"You're sort of stuck where you are

"Where in your dreams

"You can buy expensive cars

"Or live on Mars

"And have it your way"

[Riddler doll chuckles]

"You hate your boss at your job"

Guess what I did today?

"But in your dreams

"You can blow his head off

"In your dreams

"Show no mercy"

[Riddler doll chuckles]

[Motorcycle engine revs]

[Dramatic instrumental music, background]

EDWARD:
Wayne Manor.

Humph!

See you soon.

[Ambient traffic sounds]

[Dramatic instrumental music continues,

background]

BRUCE:
Dr. Meridian, please. Thank you.

[Chase gasping and groaning]

[Rattling]

[Chase gasps]

[Chase breathes heavily]

[Stutters] I... guess I'm early.

I have an appointment.

I'm Bruce Wayne.

Good.

Then you can afford to buy me a new door.

I'm sorry.

BRUCE:
You... sounded like you were in...

...you know, trouble.

I prefer healthy expressions of violence

as opposed to breaking in.

CHASE:
So...

...how can I help you?

Someone's been sending me love letters.

One at my office and one at my home.

Commissioner Gordon thought

you might give me your opinion.

A clock.

Clock.

CHASE:
"Tear one off and scratch my head.

"What once was red is black instead."

A match.

My opinion:
this letter writer is a wacko.

"Wacko?"

Is that a technical term?

Patient may suffer from obsession...

...with potential homicidal tendencies.

Is that better for you?

So, what you're saying is...

...this guy's a total wacko.

CHASE:
Exactly.

He's obsessed with you.

His only escape may be

to purge the fixation.

To kill me.

I think you understand obsession

better than you let on.

[Batman Forever theme song plays softly,

background]

You like bats?

CHASE:
That's a Rorschach, Mr. Wayne.

An inkblot.

People see what they want.

CHASE:
The question is: do you like bats?

Still playing with dolls?

CHASE:
She's a Malaysian dream warden.

Some cultures believe she protects you

from bad dreams.

CHASE:
It's silly to you, I'm sure.

You look so sad.

Do you need one?

Me? No. Why would I?

CHASE:
You're not exactly what you seem,

are you?

What is it you really came here for?

Yikes, time's up.

That's usually my line.

BRUCE:
I'd love to stay here chatting...

Would you?

I'm not so sure.

I must get you out of those clothes.

Excuse me?

BRUCE:
And into a black dress.

Tell me, Doctor, do you like the circus?

[Trumpets blare and drums pound

dramatic circus music]

RINGMASTER:
Ladies and gentlemen...

... boys and girls of all ages...

... welcome to the greatest show on earth!

GOSSIP GERTY:
Who is this beautiful

young woman you're with?

BRUCE:
Dr. Chase Meridian.

GOSSIP GERTY:
A doctor?

What kind of doctor?

RINGMASTER ON TV:

... for Gotham Children's Hospital.

Let's thank our largest single donor:

Bruce Wayne!

[Applause on TV]

RINGMASTER ON TV:

Ladies and gentlemen...

... 70 feet above the ground...

... performing feats

of unimaginable aerial skill...

... the Flying Graysons!

[Dramatic circus music

with rhythmic drumbeat]

[Thunderous applause]

[Applause and cheering continue]

[Cries of astonishment from audience]

[Applause and cheering]

Listen...

...I'm going rock climbing this weekend.

Would you like to join me?

Um...

...I'd like to.

I love climbing. I really love it.

But?

I've met someone.

That's fast work. You just moved here.

You could say he just...

...dropped out of the sky and...

...bang!

I think he felt it too.

He sure did.

What?

Who wouldn't?

RINGMASTER:
Now...

... Richard...

... the youngest Flying Grayson...

[Applause]

... will perform the awe-inspiring...

... death drop...

CROWD:
Whoa!

RINGMASTER:
... without the safety...

... of a net!

[Applause]

DAD GRAYSON:
Let's go.

MOM GRAYSON:
You'll be okay.

[Cries of astonishment from audience]

[Groaning]

[Applause and cheering]

[Dramatic instrumental music, background]

TWO-FACE:
Ladies...

... and gentlemen!

Now, the new management

of the circus invites you to forget...

... this good, wholesome fun...

... and join us in a celebration

of absolute chaos...

... and true jesters!

Bring it on!

Now!

[Yelling and screaming from audience]

[Eerie cackling on TV]

[Laughs excitedly]

Tonight, a new act for your...

... personal amazement.

We call it, "Massacre under the Big Top."

[Cackles]

TWO-FACE:
Let us direct your attention

to the ring.

Inside this harmless-looking orb are two...

... that's two hundred sticks of TNT.

And in our innocent hand...

... a radio detonator.

MAYOR:
What do you want?

Want, Mr. Mayor?

TWO-FACE:
One simple thing: Batman.

Bruised, broken, bleeding...

[Yells] ... in a word: dead!

[Laughs hysterically]

Batman.

TWO-FACE:
Who do we have before us?

[Whispers] Gotham's finest...

... well-to-do...

... influential.

Surely one of you knows who Batman is.

Hell, odds are one of you pasty-faced twits

is Batman!

[Screams from audience]

You have two minutes.

[Ticking]

[Shouts] Harvey!

I'm Batman!

[Chaotic yelling and screaming]

Bruce!

[Hooting and hollering]

[Dramatic instrumental music, background]

[Chaotic yelling continues]

[Grunting]

We can stop them.

DAD GRAYSON:
Go out on the rigging.

Be careful.

Don't worry.

[Grunting and groaning]

[Dramatic instrumental music continues,

background]

[Screams from audience]

TWO-FACE:
Go to work, boys!

[Cackles]

[Ticking]

[Laughs]

Our kind of day.

MOM GRAYSON:
Reach for it! Stop it!

[Grunting and groaning]

[Rapid machine-gun blasts]

Oh, my God.

[Screaming]

[Ticking]

[Grunting and groaning]

[Two-Face laughs]

[Shrieks]

[Ticking]

[Grunts]

[Explosion]

[Melancholic instrumental melody plays,

background]

[Sobs]

It's good you took him in.

He hasn't anyone now.

He's filled out papers all day.

He hasn't slept or eaten.

ALFRED:
Welcome, Master Grayson.

I'm Alfred.

How're you doing, Al?

BRUCE:
There's a room prepared for you.

But perhaps you'd like to eat first.

Okay, I'm out of here.

Excuse me?

Telling that cop I'd stay here...

...saved me a lot

of social-service interviews.

So, no offense, but no thanks. See you.

DICK:
Take it easy.

BRUCE:
Where will you go?

The circus must be halfway to Metropolis.

DICK:
Get a fix on Two-Face.

Then I'll kill him.

Killing Two-Face won't take the pain away.

BRUCE:
It'll make it worse.

Spare me the sermons, all right?

DICK:
I don't need your advice

or your charity.

[Motorcycle engine revs]

Nice bike.

Hang out at a lot of biker bars?

You're almost on empty.

Fill it up in the garage.

There's no gas station for miles.

BRUCE:
The pump's over here.

DICK:
Is this a garage or a car museum,

Bruce?

DICK:
Wow!

DICK:
That's a 1917 Harley.

BRUCE:
Yep.

DICK:
Indian Classic, fully restored.

This is a Vincent Black Knight.

They only made a hundred.

A hundred and one, actually.

She's my favorite.

You've got two.

That one doesn't run.

BRUCE:
The throttle sticks on this one.

Alfred's a good mechanic, but...

... these need a lot of work.

If someone were to fix them up...

...they could keep one.

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