Catwoman Page #16

Season #1 Episode #2

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ANNOUNCER (V.O.)

Discover the fountain of youth... in a jar.

Beaunique by Avenal.

DRINA hits pause, wrinkles her nose.

DRINA:

I look fat.

GEORGES:

We'll shoot another.

Georges moves in on Drina, as the CAMERA discreetly pans tothe WINDOW over the factory.

INT. AVENAL FACTORY -NIGHT

A small crew of NIGHT WORKERS wearing JUMPERS and PAPER MASKS

tend the elaborate industrial MACHINERY, it's DEAFENING here.

SWIRLING GOO the color of HUMAN SKIN PUMPS through PLASTIC

PIPES into a huge SEALED VAT.

RAINBOWS of NAIL POLISHES squirt out of NOZZLES into BOTTLES.

LIPSTICK STICKS screw down into their TUBES and are CAPPED on

CONVEYOR BELTS.

OVERHEAD, amidst DUCTING and PIPES, CATWOMAN is on the move.

HER CLAWS rake across a row of RUBBER TUBES, which spray

multi-colored FLUIDS.

HER GLOVED HANDS spin hydraulic VALVES.

HER BOOT kicks a CONVEYOR BELT WHEEL, twisting it sideways -

the BELT JAMS, SMOKE rises from the clogged gears.

A PANEL slides open over a bank of SWITCHES and WHACK-IT

buttons. Her gloved fingers start HITTING THEM at random.

(CONTINUED)

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WITH A WORKER DRONE, CLICKING a hand counter by rote as CASESof neatly-packed jars of NAIL POLISH pass by his station.

The man is half-asleep. A CASE COMES BY, a bit crooked on

the belt, which is beginning to VIBRATE... The next CASE ismissing half its bottles. An ALARM BLEEPS, RED LIGHTS

FLASHING in b.g. The next CASE is filled with BROKEN GLASS,

DRENCHED in NAIL POLISH --it gets his attention. He THROWS

LEVERS to stop the belt.

WIDER, THE FACTORY is in CHAOS. STEAM shoots out of

PRESSURE TUBES, COLORED LIQUIDS bubble out of overflowingTANKS, FACE POWDER sprays into the air from a disconnectedHOSE. WORKERS dash about frantically, SHOUTING and PANICKED.

INT. AVENAL FACTORY -GEORGES' OFFICE -NIGHT

THE CHAOS in the factory is clearly visible through thewindow, but GEORGES can't hear a thing --he and DRINA are

groping each other on the couch now.

A nearby INTERCOM is BUZZING, Georges finally pushes a talkbutton, angry.

GEORGES:

This had better be import --oh my God.

He's now looking out the window at the CHAOS below.

INT. AVENAL FACTORY -NIGHT

The MACHINERY is off now, but the place is a wreck, CLOUDS ofSTEAM and POWDER, RIVERS of NAIL POLISH on the floor, etc.

A handful of panicking WORKERS struggle to shut down a largeDISTILLATION VAT, which RUMBLES ominously.

SECURITY GUARDS are pouring in, one speaks rapidly into aWALKIE-TALKIE, looking upwards as he climbs stairs to anetwork of catwalks overlooking the factory.

WALKIE-TALKIE

Better stay in your office, sir, keep the doorsealed. The saboteurs may still be on thepremises.

GEORGES (V.O.)

(filter)

Who is responsible for this?!

(CONTINUED)

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As if on cue, CATWOMAN LEAPS down from above, planting a KICKin the man's back --the walkie-talkie flies from his grasp,

she catches it in mid-air, holds it to her lips.

CATWOMAN:

That would be me, Georgy boy.

ANGLE THROUGH WINDOW, WITH GEORGE, looking down on the ruinedfactory as Catwoman appears on a catwalk just below thewindow, strutting her stuff, speaking into the walkie-talkie.

CATWOMAN:

Come out of your hole, let's have some fun.

NUMEROUS GUARDS are approaching from various directions,

moving to surround Catwoman.

GEORGES:

Are you crazy?! Who are you?

Catwoman CRACKS her WHIP.

CATWOMAN:

A kitten with a whip. You like my makeover? I

even had my nails done -

As the guards near, she drops the walkie-talkie, LEAPS and

WRAPS the WHIP around a PIPE above the WINDOW, SWINGING rightpast George, CLAWS EXTENDED -

--LEAVING FIVE SCRATCH MARKS in the glass right in front ofhis face. He jumps backwards instinctively.

She lands on a catwalk, near more GUARDS. They move inbrandishing NIGHTSTICKS.

HIGH-ANGLE as the guards surround CATWOMAN --no easy escape.

GUARD:

Here, kitty kitty...

CATWOMAN bares her teeth, lets out a menacing HISS.

A NIGHTSTICK swings at her, she easily dodges the blow,

bending backwards in a way impossible for a mere mortal.

(CONTINUED)

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Another guard SWINGS at her, she grabs the end of thenightstick and pulls him toward her, snatching a can of MACEoff his belt and BLASTING him in the face with it. He's

blinded, lets out a cry as she tosses him aside.

THE OTHERS come at her at once. CATWOMAN plays them againsteach other, LEAPING and DODGING, landing KICKS in theirCHESTS, leaving Zorro-like SCRATCH MARKS across their

uniforms whenever she gets the chance.

WITH GEORGES and DRINA, awed by the martial arts display.

DRINA:

Find out where she got those boots.

Georges shakes his head, seething.

WITH CATWOMAN, A FIST comes at her face, she twists her head,

SINKS HER TEETH into the attacker's wrist, BONE CRACKS.

BITTEN GUARD:

Ow! You fight like a girl!

CATWOMAN:

Duh.

So saying, she shoves another GUARD into the path of aswinging STICK, which knocks him unconscious. She

SOMERSAULTS over the heads of the remaining attackers, she'sabout to get away when GEORGES' VOICE erupts over a PA.

GEORGES:

Just shoot the b*tch!

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! ANGEL has appeared on the catwalk,

brandishing a HANDGUN, FIRING wildly.

CATWOMAN dodges and dives from the catwalk, landing -

--on her feet on a narrow PIPE below, one amongst several.

She moves quickly, leaping easily from pipe to pipe -

ANGEL'S BULLETS barely miss her, RICOCHETING, causing GUARDS

and WORKERS below to dive for cover.

One BULLET STRIKES the rumbling DISTILLATION VAT -

CATWOMAN:

I'm not finished with you, Georgy!

So saying, she dives into a large DUCT leading downward.

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INT. AVENAL FACTORY -DUCT -NIGHT

CATWOMAN rockets downwards, BULLETS PERFORATE the DUCT WORK

just behind her.

INT. AVENAL FACTORY -NIGHT

THE VAT EXPLODES UPWARD like a VOLCANO, DRENCHING ANGEL and

the GUARDS with FLESH-COLORED FOUNDATION.

INT. AVENAL FACTORY -BASEMENT -NIGHT

DARKNESS, A GRILL EXPLODES from the ceiling with CATWOMAN'S

IMPACT, she topples through and lands on a TABLE ofGLASSWARE, which UPENDS, we hear GLASS SHATTER.

CATWOMAN is instantly on all fours on the ground, breathing

hard. She moves through the dark room, becoming aware of -HUNDREDS

OF GLEAMING EYES.

CATWOMAN flips on a WALL-SWITCH ---

revealing GLASS-WALLED CAGES containing SQUEAKING BLACK

RATS. CATWOMAN instinctively HISSES and SWIPES A CLAW in

their direction --they shrink back from the glass.

MANY HUGE DRUMS stenciled "YP-3" are stored against a farwall, near HOODED CLEAN SUITS and BIOHAZARD SIGNS.

CATWOMAN spots a LIST of names and numbers on a bulletinboard. She snatches this, studying it -CLOSE

--the name IVAN NEVSKI, with an ADDRESS and NUMBER.

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EXT. VICTORIAN DUPLEX -NIGHT

Neatly kept, colorful architecture. CATWOMAN moves down

sloping eaves and swings into a turret window.

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