Joker Page #8

And as he does, his .38 SNUB-NOSE REVOLVER slips out of his

pants and slides across the floor.

Everyone stops. Looks at the gun on the floor.

36 INT. LOBBY, GOTHAM GENERAL - LATER 36

Joker is on a payphone in the lobby of the hospital. He's in

his street clothes, wig in his hand, clown-face still painted

on.

JOKER:

(into phone)

Hoyt, let me explain.

HOYT (OVER PHONE)

Oh, this'll be good. Please tell me

why you brought a gun into a sick

kid's ward?

JOKER:

(into phone)

It was, it was a prop gun. It's

part of my act now.

30.

HOYT (OVER PHONE)

Bullshit. Jingles would never carry

a f***ing gun. Besides, Randall

told me you tried to buy a .38 off

him last week.

Joker's taken aback that Randall would do that to him.

JOKER:

(into phone)

Randall told you that?

HOYT (OVER PHONE)

He was with me when the call came

in. You're a f*** up, Arthur. And a

liar. You're fired.

JOKER:

(into phone)

Hoyt--

HOYT (OVER PHONE)

Say it, Arthur.

(beat)

Let me hear you say it.

JOKER:

(into phone)

Say what?

HOYT (OVER PHONE)

I'm a f*** up and I'm fired.

Joker picks at his eyebrow.

JOKER:

(into phone; low)

--I'm a f*** up and I'm fired.

HOYT (OVER PHONE)

Louder.

JOKER:

(into phone; louder)

I'm a f*** up and I'm fired.

HOYT (OVER PHONE)

Yes. You are.

Click. He hears Hoyt hang up.

Beat.

31.

37 INT. SUBWAY (MOVING) - NIGHT 37

JOKER SITS ON THE SUBWAY CONTEMPLATING WHAT JUST WENT DOWN,

face still painted, his bag on the seat next to him, along

with his wig.

There's only one other person on the subway car, a YOUNG

WOMAN (30's) sitting at the far end-- reading a book.

The train comes to a stop and THREE WALL STREET GUYS enter.

They are being loud and obnoxious, clearly drunk. One of them

is eating some french fries out of a greasy McDonald's bag.

He flops down on the bench across from the girl and checks

her out. The other two guys start getting into it with each

other--

WALL STREET #1

--I'm telling you, she wanted my

number. We should have just stayed.

The train starts moving again...

WALL STREET #2

You're dreaming, man. She wasn't

interested-- at all.

WALL STREET #1

Are you nuts? Did you see how close

we were dancing!? She was in love,

bro.

He starts dancing a bit with himself, mimicking what he

remembers. Wall Street #2 takes a swig from the brown bag he

is carrying.

WALL STREET #2

She couldn't wait to get away from

you.

Joker is watching them closely, impressed by their confidence

and easy-going camaraderie.

WALL STREET #1

(to the third guy)

Ryan, am I crazy? Tell him what you

saw.

But the third Wall Street guy isn't paying his friends any

attention. He has his eyes set on the young woman sitting

across from him, reading her book.

WALL STREET #3

(to the girl)

Hey. You want some french fries?

32.

He holds out his McDonald's bag and shakes it to get her

attention. The other two share a look. Joker watches from his

seat.

WALL STREET #3

Hello? I'm talking to you. You want

some fries?

She looks up and shakes her head, polite smile.

YOUNG WOMAN:

No thank you.

The other two guys crack up at this apparent blow-off. The

third Wall Street guy shakes his head, embarrassed, and

starts softly flinging fries at the young woman.

WALL STREET #3

You sure? They're really good.

She just buries her face deeper in her book--

WALL STREET #2

Don't ignore him. He's being nice

to you.

One of the french fries lands in her hair. She looks down

toward Joker, looking to see if he's going to do something or

say something--

Joker just sits there nervous. Not sure what to do, or even

if he wants to do anything at all.

AND HE JUST BURSTS OUT LAUGHING. He covers his mouth with his

hand as they continue to harass the woman.

They all look over-- What the f*** is this clown laughing at?

WALL STREET #1

Something funny, a**hole?

With their attention diverted, the young woman rushes out

through the door between subway cars, glancing back at Joker

before she goes--

WALL STREET #3

(shouts after her)

B*TCH!

Joker laughs even harder through his hand. The Wall Street

guys turn to him sitting by himself at the end of the car--

33.

Joker sees them staring. Looks down at the ground, hand still

covering his mouth, face turning red. Subway swaying, lights

flickering on and off.

Beat.

One of the guys heads down the car toward Joker, starts

singing "Send in the Clowns" as he approaches--

WALL STREET #1

(singing)

Isn't it rich?

Are we a pair?

Me here, at last on the ground

You in mid-air

Send in the clowns.

The others crack up and follow after him. The guy plops down

next to Joker, puts his arm around his shoulder as he sings--

JOKER:

(shakes his head, stifling

the laughter)

Please. Don't.

WALL STREET #1

(continues singing to him)

Isn't it bliss?

Don't you approve?

One who keeps tearing around,

One who can't move.

Joker starts to get up-- The lead guy pulls him back down.

WALL STREET #1

Where are the clowns?

There ought to be clowns.

As he finishes the song, Joker's laughing fit is coming to an

end. One of the other guys sits down on the other side of

him. He's now sandwiched in between them--

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