Joker Page #15

Joker turns to go--

RANDALL:

You know they're sellin' masks.

JOKER:

(turning back around)

What?

RANDALL:

They're selling masks of your clown

face,-- based off the description I

guess. It's like a thing now.

JOKER:

What are you talking about?

RANDALL:

There's a lot of people in this

city who are happy you did what you

did. If you did it.

JOKER:

Randall. Your nose.

RANDALL:

What?

Randall touches his face. Realizes his nose is not there.

Joker points to Randall's clown nose tumbling back down the

alley. And Randall hustles after it, chasing after his red

nose blowing skipping away in the wind--

54 INT. METRO TRAIN (MOVING) - COUNTRYSIDE, OUTSIDE GOTHAM - 54

NEXT AFTERNOON:

CLOSE ON NEW "KILLER CLOWN" SKETCH ON FRONT PAGE OF THAT

DAY'S TABLOID, a more detailed drawing.

57.

HEADLINE, "KILLER CLOWN STILL ON THE LOOSE!"

SUB-HEAD, "'Kill the Rich' -- A New Movement?"

ANGLE ON JOKER LOOKING DOWN AT HIS NOTEBOOK, STARING AT A

PHOTOGRAPH OF THOMAS WAYNE RIPPED OUT FROM A MAGAZINE, taped

to a page. He glances at his distorted reflection in the

window, takes his hand and parts his hair to the side, more

like Thomas Wayne's hair. Maybe there is a resemblance.

WIDER ANGLE, train is packed with wealthy white businessmen

and a couple businesswomen heading home after work, many of

them reading the same tabloid. The "Killer Clown" sketch of

Joker's clown face dots the train. No empty seats -- except

the one next to Joker.

55 INT. TAXI CAB (MOVING), COUNTRYSIDE - AFTERNOON 55

JOKER IN THE BACK OF A TAXI STARING OUT AT THE COUNTRYSIDE,

at the trees and green grass and blue sky and open spaces

whizzing by. The sun is getting low, bathing everything in a

golden light.

He doesn't see garbage anywhere.

56 EXT. WAYNE MANOR, FRONT LAWN - MAGIC HOUR 56

Joker walking along an intimidating wrought iron fence,

surrounding the estate like prison bars, the brown paper

shopping bag stuffed under his arm. The big house set up a

small hill, evergreens dot the lush grounds. As he walks

around looking for the front entrance, Joker catches a

glimpse of an innocent looking EIGHT-YEAR-OLD BOY tracking

him from behind the trees, hiding as he follows.

Joker stops.

He sees the boy stop behind a tree.

Joker continues walking until he gets to the front gate. He

digs into his bag and pulls out the magic wand--

He holds it up for the boy to see.

The boy steps out from behind a tree to get a closer look.

Joker puts the brown bag down on the ground, looks over the

wand, pretending like he's trying to figure out what it does.

He waves the wand over the front gate lock to "try and see"

if it will open-- It doesn't.

58.

The little boy walks down toward the fence, face like an

angel.

Joker waits until he gets closer and then reaches his hand

through the fence and hands the kid his magic wand so he can

try and figure out what it does--

The boy takes the wand and it goes limp in his hand before he

can wave it-- He laughs, surprised. He hands it back to

Joker.

The boys sees Joker's face up close, staring at his scarred

smile--

Joker straightens the wand back out, and reaches in through

the fence again so the kid can give it another try.

AND AGAIN THE MAGIC WAND DROOPS IN THE BOY'S HAND. He laughs

and gives it back to Joker--

Joker examines the wand as if its "broken", stiffens it one

last time, crouches down lower, and...

Ta-da! A bouquet of flowers bursts out the end of the wand--

Joker smiles and hands him the wand bouquet of flowers--

The little boy takes the flowers. Keeps staring at Joker, at

the scars around his mouth.

Now, he reaches his hand out through the fence and touches

Joker's face, tracing his finger around the edges of Joker's

mouth, over his scarred smile--

Joker closes his eyes -- embarrassed -- but it feels good to

him, nobody ever touches him besides his mother.

He starts to smile, when a man's voice shatters the moment--

ALFRED (OS)

(shouting; slight English

accent)

Bruce! What are you doing? Get away

from that man.

The little boy pulls his hand back. Turns and runs away--

Joker looks up and sees a balding, tired-looking, ALFRED

PENNYWORTH (50's) bounding down the hill toward them.

Joker stands back up.

59.

ALFRED:

(still shouting)

What are you doing? Who are you?

Little Bruce runs behind Alfred, hiding behind his legs.

JOKER:

My name's Arthur. I'm here to see

Mr. Wayne--

ALFRED:

(interrupting)

You shouldn't be talking to his

son. Why did you give him those

flowers?

Alfred takes the flower-wand away from the kid--

JOKER:

I, I was just trying to make him

laugh.

He hands it back to Joker.

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