The Dark Knight Rises Page #13

WAYNE:

If this man is all the things you

say he is, then this city needs me.

The Batsuit emerges from the cube.

ALFRED:

Yes, this city needs Bruce Wayne.

Your resources, your

knowledge...not your body. Not your

life. That time has passed.

WAYNE:

I tried helping as Bruce Wayne,

Alfred. And I failed.

ALFRED:

You can fail as Bruce Wayne. As

Batman, you can't afford to.

WAYNE:

That's what you're afraid of - that

if I go back out there I'll fail.

ALFRED:

No. I'm afraid that you want to.

Wayne looks at Alfred. Then turns to examine the Batsuit.

49.

INT. STOCK EXCHANGE - EVENING

A frenzy of trading on the packed floor...

Two Traders sit on a shoeshine stand in the lobby.

TRADER 2

You can't short the stock because

Bruce Wayne goes to a party -

TRADER 1

Wayne coming back is change. Change

is either good or bad.

TRADER 2

On what basis?

TRADER 1

I flipped a coin.

Near the front entrance: a Food Delivery Guy is standing

there negotiating with a Trader.

TRADER 3

No. Rye. I told 'em rye.

Trader 3 spots bad news on a screen.

Alright, I'll take it.

He thrusts Food Guy a tip and grabs the bag, distracted...

At the rear secure entrance: a Motorcycle Courier enters,

wearing his helmet - a Female Security Guard gets in his

face.

FEMALE SECURITY GUARD

Rookie! Lose the helmet! (Points at

a camera.) We need faces for

cameras.

In the rest room: a Janitor mops the floor, shifting out of

the way of two Traders who rush in to pee.

At the shoeshine stand, Trader 1 waves a bill down at the

man shining his shoes without a glance. Shoeshine Man takes

the bill, then, as the Traders step off, he reaches into a

gym bag and checks an automatic weapon. He clicks the slide

home, then hoists the gym bag and heads for the trading

floor.

At the secure entrance: the Courier pulls off his helmet.

The Female Security Guard's eyes go wide.

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In the rest room: the Janitor reaches into his bucket and

pulls out a machine pistol in a Ziploc bag.

Near the front entrance: Food Guy pulls an automatic pistol

- clubs Trader 3 with it, pastrami flying. Shoeshine Man

moves onto the floor, pulls out his weapon.

Under the Courier's helmet - a mask. Bane. He grabs the

Female Security Guard and throws her into her colleagues,

lashing out in four directions with rapidfire lethality.

Shoeshine Man fires into the large trading screens. The

floor erupts into a different frenzy - traders hit the deck,

screaming. Bane moves onto the floor...

TRADER 1

This is a stock exchange, there's

no money you can steal -

He dries up as Bane stops. Turns to him...

BANE:

Why else would you people be here?

Bane grabs Trader 1 by the throat and drags him across the

floor to an online automated trades terminal... He puts the

man's thumb onto the print reader - the screen lights up.

BANE:

Enter your password. Or I send

these men to your home.

Trader 1, terrified, types in his password. Outside, sirens.

Shoeshine man pulls out a USB drive with an antenna - plugs

it into the computer - figures race across the screen...

EXT. STOCK EXCHANGE - CONTINUOUS

Police vehicles screech into the narrow street -

construction vehicles are blocking. Blake argues with a

burly Construction Worker.

BLAKE:

Move it, now! We've got a

situation.

CONSTRUCTION WORKER

Where can I move it?!

BLAKE:

That way!

Blake points - but SWAT vehicles pile in, blocking.

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BLAKE:

Get in your vehicle and stay there!

Foley and the SWAT Commander, Allen, approach the entrance.

The Market Security Chief walks up, frantic.

SECURITY CHIEF:

You've gotta get in there!

FOLEY:

This is a hostage situation -

SECURITY CHIEF:

It's a robbery! They've got direct

access to the online trading desk.

FOLEY:

I'm not risking my men for your

MONEY -

SECURITY CHIEF:

It's not our money, it's

everyone's!

ALLEN:

Really? Mine's in my mattress.

SECURITY CHIEF:

If you don't shut these guys down,

the stuffing in that mattress might

be worth a whole lot less, pal.

FOLEY:

Cut the fiber line - shut down the

cell tower. That'll slow them down.

INT. STOCK EXCHANGE - CONTINUOUS

Shoeshine Man looks up from the laptop.

SHOESHINE MAN:

They cut the fiber. Cell's working.

BANE:

For now. How much longer does the

program need?

SHOESHINE MAN:

Eight minutes.

52.

BANE:

Time to go mobile.

Shoeshine Man picks up the laptop, slips it into his pack...

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