Joker Page #9

WALL STREET #2

So tell us, buddy. What's so

f***ing funny?

JOKER:

Nothing. I have a condition--

Joker reaches into his bag to get one of his "Forgive my

laughter" cards, the third guy sees him reaching and tries to

grab the bag from him---

Joker pulls on it--

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JOKER:

No. It's just my stuff. I don't

have anything.

The guy rips the bag from his hand--

WALL STREET #3

I'll tell you what you have,

a**hole.

Joker gets up from between them to go grab his bag back. The

two guys are cracking up.

WALL STREET #3

You want it back? Here--

Joker reaches out to grab the bag--

And the guy tosses it over his head to one of his friends.

Keeping it away from Joker.

Three guys in suits tossing a bag around, playing 'monkey in

the middle' with a clown. THE LIGHTS ON THE TRAIN SEEM TO

GLOW BRIGHTER AND WE HEAR the drum roll opening to BOBBY

SHORT singing "Send in the Clowns" Live at the Café Carlyle.

Joker keeps trying to catch his bag until suddenly--

WHAP! Out of nowhere one of the guys punches him hard in the

face.

Joker goes down as if in slow motion. Blood coming from his

nose. He tries to get up, but his feet slip from under him

and he falls back down--

WALL STREET #1

Stay down you freak.

And the third Wall Street guy starts kicking him--

The others join in. Surrounding Joker on the ground, kicking

him deliberately, sadistically, and the music swells--

BLAM!

SUDDENLY THE LIGHTS GO BACK DIM, and one of the guys stops

kicking and falls back dead. Blood splattering on the subway

wall behind him--

And we HEAR Bobby Short sing out, picking up from where the

Wall Street Guy left off--

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BOBBY SHORT (SINGING)

Just when I'd stopped opening doors

Finally knowin' the one that I

wanted was yours

BLAM! BLAM! Wall Street #2 goes down--

Revealing Joker on the ground, opening his eyes to see what

he did, smoking gun in his hand--

BOBBY SHORT (SINGING)

Making my entrance again with my

usual flair

Sure of my lines

No one is there

The third guy takes off running for the doors that separate

the cars.

Joker starts after him, but then stops... turns back to grab

his bag and his wig, his hands shaking from the adrenaline.

The train is coming to a stop.

BOBBY SHORT (SINGING)

Don't you love farce?

My fault I fear...

Joker picks up his bag between the two dead bodies, blood

everywhere...

The subway doors wheeze open and Joker steps halfway off the

train, waiting to see if the third Wall Street guy gets off

in the car ahead of him. Joker sees him run off--

38 EXT. SUBWAY PLATFORM - CONTINUOUS 38

The platform is empty, the Wall Street guy is running toward

the stairs--

Joker follows--

Behind them, the train pulls away--

BOBBY SHORT (SINGING)

I thought that you'd want what I

want.

Sorry, my dear.

The guy makes his way to the stairs, unaware that Joker is

behind him--

BLAM!

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The third guy falls, tumbling down the stairs. Joker walks

over to the body and empties the chamber-- BLAM! BLAM!

BOBBY SHORT (SINGING)

But where are the clowns?

Quick, send in the clowns

Don't bother they're here.

And as "Send in the Clowns" ends, Joker fires the last shot--

BLAM! He's got nothing left.

39 EXT. STREET, ROBINSON SQUARE PARK - NIGHT 39

Joker hauls ass out of the subway and makes a mad dash across

a busy street, horns honking--

Running as fast as he can past piles of garbage, he takes a

sharp turn high-tailing into a small, run-down needle park,

disappearing into the darkness.

40 INT. PUBLIC BATHROOM, ROBINSON SQUARE PARK - NIGHT 40

Joker runs into the bathroom, locks the door behind him and

SUDDENLY EVERYTHING HITS HIM ALL AT ONCE--

He throws up into the dirty toilet, puking his guts out--

He finishes, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. And

pulls the gun out of his waist, looking around for someplace

to throw it out. Under the sink he sees a rusted, metal grate

hanging off the wall covering some pipes.

Before he bends down, Joker catches his reflection in the

smudged mirror. Sees himself holding the gun in his hand--

Beat.

He raises the gun to his head and pulls the trigger--

Click.

It's empty.

He gets down on his knees, sweat dripping off his face, pulls

the grate away from the wall. And tosses the gun away inside.

Moves the grate back in place.

Joker stands back up and turns on the faucets. Rinses out his

mouth.

Looks at his smudged reflection as he starts washing the

clown make-up off his sweaty face--

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