Catwoman Page #19

Season #1 Episode #2

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Numerous COPS patrol the entrance --no way to get past them.

CATWOMAN creeps around the perimeter, looking for another wayin. By the curb she spots -ANGEL,

alone, near a parked LIMOUSINE, lighting a cigarette.

CATWOMAN:

Those things'll kill you.

She SMACKS the cigarette out of his hand, BOOTS him into theBUSHES and leaps on top of him.

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86.

CONTINUED:

IN THE BUSHES, CATWOMAN straddles ANGEL, bangs his headagainst a cement curb.

CATWOMAN:

YP-3 --the plague --what's it for?

ANGEL:

I have no idea what you're -BANG!

She whams his head again.

CATWOMAN:

Tell me about Xavier Bartok.

ANGEL:

How do you know -She

BANGS his head again.

CATWOMAN:

I'm asking the questions.

ANGEL:

I --I can't tell you -She

bares her CLAWS over his eyes.

CATWOMAN:

Then it's time to brush up on your Braille.

ANGEL:

No, no, not my eyes! Xavier, he's the one who's

buying the stuff!

CATWOMAN:

When?

ANGEL:

The deal goes down tomorrow night --at the Avenal

offices -CATWOMAN

Wrong. Your boss won't live to see it.

She BANGS his head hard again, ANGEL loses consciousness.

CATWOMAN:

Thanks for your help.

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CONTINUED:

CATWOMAN moves around the side of the building, keeping low,

ducking behind parked cars. Fewer COPS here, but the placelooks impregnable, no way to scale the walls. She tries an

EMERGENCY DOOR --locked, no good. She hisses in

frustration, starts to move on when -

THE DOOR OPENS behind her. CATWOMAN spins to see -

LAUREL, her face hidden with dark glasses and a wide-brimmed

hat. She gestures frantically. Catwoman darts inside.

INT. CONCERT HALL -BASEMENT -NIGHT

LAUREL whips off the hat and glasses, gives a girly hug toCatwoman, who pulls back immediately.

LAUREL:

I knew you'd come.

Laurel leads Catwoman through this basement boiler room.

LAUREL:

He's with his bimbo in a box to the right of the

stage. But there's all kinds of security --he's

pretty scared of you.

CATWOMAN:

He should be. How much do you know about yourhusband's operation?

LAUREL:

I know he's built an empire outof women's inadequacy and self-hatred -

CATWOMAN:

Yeah, yeah, but the secret ingredient in his face

cream --it's black plague bacteria. He's sellingit to an arms dealer.

LAUREL:

(touching her face)

Oh my God...

CATWOMAN:

And he's committed murder to protect his secret.

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CONTINUED:

LAUREL:

Nothing he does would surprise me anymore. He's a

monster. You should've seen the pre-nup, I don'tget a dime -

CATWOMAN has reached an emergency STAIRCASE, cuts her off,

bolting upward.

CATWOMAN:

I'll take it from here.

INT. CONCERT HALL -HALLWAY -NIGHT

CATWOMAN slinks along a hallway, past a couple of bored youngUSHERS. They give her a sidelong look.

Cats is next month...

UNIFORM COPS are clustered near a FORMAL STAIRCASE, blockingher access to the right-hand side of the hall.

CATWOMAN bares her teeth in frustration. She hurries toward

a VELVET ROPE, the sign, "BOXES -PRIVATE." She slips pastthe rope, moves to a far door.

INT. CONCERT HALL -NIGHT

AN OLD COUPLE SNORE through the ballet. CATWOMAN appearsbehind them in the box, snatches OPERA GLASSES from the

woman's lap and scans the hall -

HER POV, ZOOMING from box to box --finding GEORGES in a boxon the opposite side of the hall. DRINA is rising, headingout the door.

CATWOMAN climbs up the CURTAINS around the box, leveringherself upward to the elaborate FRIEZE that wraps around thetop of the hall --GREEK GODS in various dramatic poses.

WIDER, FROM BELOW, as CATWOMAN climbs and creeps near theceiling, moving over the PROSCENIUM ARCH above the stage,

heading toward GEORGES.

A POLICEMAN at ground level spots her --he lifts a radio to

his lips, calling for backup.

The BALLET below is reaching a crescendo. COPS are filing infrom the back of the theatre, trying to be discreet.

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WITH GEORGES, still absorbed in the ballet. SuddenlyCATWOMAN lands in the empty seat beside him, staring at thestage herself. A whisper:

CATWOMAN:

I love this part.

GEORGES spins, startled --and she SLASHES HIM across his

cheek. The MUSIC is so loud, no one hears his CRY OF PAIN.

GEORGES rushes for the exit --but CATWOMAN gets there first,

shoves a CHAIR under the doors.

CATWOMAN:

Let's not be interrupted.

She advances on him, BLOOD drips from the SLASHES on his

cheek, staining his tuxedo shirt.

CATWOMAN:

Red's a good color on you.

At that, she grabs Georges and slams him against the wall ofthe box, behind a curtain, partly concealed from view. The

DOOR RATTLES, increasingly hard.

CLOSE as CATWOMAN wraps a hand around Georges' throat, theCLAW TIPS digging into his skin. He gasps:

GEORGES:

No --please -

CATWOMAN:

I could rip out your throat...

GEORGES:

Why --why kill me?

CATWOMAN:

Because you deserve it. And because I can.

THROUGH BINOCULARS --CATWOMAN holding Georges, but still notdelivering the deathblow.

LAUREL spies from the back of the theatre. Under her breath:

LAUREL:

C'mon honey... just do it.

CATWOMAN'S HAND trembles on Georges' throat. His eyes wellup with tears, his expression pleading, desperate. Suddenly

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CONTINUED:

CATWOMAN releases him, throws him GASPING to the floor.

CATWOMAN:

Damn it. I can't.

THE CHAIR SPLINTERS and the DOOR flies open, ARMED POLICEwith DRINA behind them.

CATWOMAN leaps to the lip of the box, turns and HISSES, then

--jumps down to the middle of the stage, amidst the DANCERS.

AUDIENCE UPROAR, MUSIC STOPS, COPS charge up the

aisles -CATWOMAN

does a pirouette, bows and bolts into the wings.

After a puzzled BEAT, the CONDUCTOR waves his baton and gets

the show going again.

LAUREL looks agonized --Catwoman was so close.

INT. CONCERT HALL -BACKSTAGE -NIGHT

MUSIC CONTINUES as CATWOMAN darts between stored PROPS and

FLATS from a GRAVEYARD SCENE, bowling over costumed DANCERS.

Seeing POLICEMEN blocking an exit, she dodges between DROPS,

scrambles up a FLY-LINE -

POLICE track her from below --she leaps between sandbaggedROPES as the BAGS drop, scrambling higher onto the GRID -

INT. CONCERT HALL -NIGHT

ON STAGE, inappropriate SCRIMS and PROPS descend and riseagain. DANCERS dodge and weave as a GIANT GARBAGE CAN (thinkCats) descends in the midst of the VILLAGE SQUARE.

INT. CONCERT HALL -BACKSTAGE -NIGHT

CATWOMAN darts effortlessly across the overhead grid, when -LONE

Freeze!

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CONTINUED:

TOM LONE, anticipating her move, has climbed a ladder to thegrid. He trains a gun on her --CATWOMAN freezes. She

stares at him, breathing hard, taking a moment to come togrips with this adversary. LONE advances on her, steppinggingerly.

LONE:

You're under arrest -

He steps on a flimsy support, which starts to give way.

Catwoman is alarmed.

CATWOMAN:

Watch out!

LONE sways, losing his balance, she springs and grabs his gunarm, saving him. A beat as they look at each other, then -

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