The Dark Knight Rises Page #16

CATWOMAN:

Cat got your tongue?

She plucks the gun from his trembling hand.

DAGGETT:

You dumb b*tch.

CATWOMAN:

Nobody ever accused me of being

dumb.

60.

DAGGETT:

Dumb to show up here tonight.

CATWOMAN:

I want what you owe me -

Click - Stryver has a gun to her head.

DAGGETT:

'I want' never gets...

Stryver looks appreciatively at Catwoman as she lowers her

leg...

STRYVER:

Nice outfit...those heels make it

tough to walk?

Catwoman digs her stiletto into his calf, hard. He screams.

CATWOMAN:

I don't know, do they?

Catwoman spins, disarms Stryver, grabs Daggett.

CATWOMAN:

So where is it?

DAGGETT:

Where's what?

CATWOMAN:

The program. The 'Clean Slate'.

DAGGETT:

Oh, yeah - the ultimate tool for a

master thief with a record. I don't

have it.

The Bodyguard bursts in, gun drawn. Catwoman, holding

Daggett, spins, kicking the window with the point of her

heel. The glass shatters. She pulls Daggett through the

window. He screams - they drop...

EXT. WINDOW-CLEANING PLATFORM - CONTINUOUS

...ten feet onto the window-cleaning platform. Catwoman uses

her bladed heel to cut a rope - the platform plunges down

the side of the building.

61.

EXT. FLAT ROOF - MOMENTS LATER

Catwoman dumps Daggett onto the roof, towering over him.

CATWOMAN:

Where is it?

DAGGETT:

The 'Clean Slate'? Type in a name

and date of birth and within a

couple hours that person ceases to

exist in any database? Little too

good to be true.

CATWOMAN:

You're lying. Rykin Data took it to

prototype stage -

DAGGETT:

That's why I bought them. But they

had nothing. It was a gangland

myth.

Catwoman leans back from Daggett, taking this in... Shapes

drop onto the rooftop. Emerge from fire exits. They're not

Daggett's bodyguards, these are Bane's men... Catwoman holds

Daggett by the throat, threatening him.

CATWOMAN:

Stay back!

They continue to approach. One of them screws a silencer

onto his gun.

CATWOMAN:

I'm not bluffing!

VOICE (O.S.)

They know...

All eyes search for the source of the voice. Catwoman spots

it - a dark shape, crouched on the roof above: Batman.

BATMAN:

They just don't care.

As the Mercenary with the silencer looks up, Catwoman leaps

forward, grabs his gun. Batman drops into the middle of the

fray, fighting back Mercenaries at Catwoman's back - she

fires at one, clipping him, he drops. She spins aiming at

another's head - Batman yanks her arm down, forcing her to

miss the Mercenary. Batman takes him out with a kick.

62.

CATWOMAN:

You've got to be kidding.

BATMAN:

No guns. No killing.

CATWOMAN:

Where's the fun in that?

As more mercenaries come out onto the roof, Batman runs for

the far edge.

BATMAN:

Come on!

Catwoman follows, confused, as Batman leaps off the roof.

She gets to the edge, pauses to look down into the alley -

sees the black angular roof of the Bat, cockpit open.

Shots impact around her - she leaps, landing hard, but

gracefully on the back of the vehicle, slides into the

cockpit. As the engines thunder into life, and the canopy

hisses shut, taking bullets from above.

CATWOMAN:

My mother warned me about getting

into cars with strange men -

BATMAN:

This isn't a car.

Catwoman flinches as the Bat thunders into the sky,

downdraft forcing the Mercenaries down onto the roof, all

but one, who walks slowly across the roof, strong against

the wind...Bane. He watches the Bat roar off into the night.

EXT. ROOFTOP, SKYSCRAPER, GOTHAM - MOMENTS LATER

The Bat lands - the canopy opens. Catwoman jumps out.

CATWOMAN:

See you around -

Batman steps down after her.

BATMAN:

You're welcome.

CATWOMAN:

I had it under control.

63.

BATMAN:

Those weren't street thugs - they

were trained killers. I saved your

life. In return I need to know what

you did with Bruce Wayne's

fingerprints.

Catwoman looks at him. Considering.

CATWOMAN:

Wayne wasn't kidding about a

'powerful friend'. I sold his

prints to Daggett. For something

that doesn't even exist.

BATMAN:

I doubt many people get the better

of you.

CATWOMAN:

Hey, when a girl's desperate...

BATMAN:

What were they going to do with

them?

CATWOMAN:

I don't know. But Daggett seemed

pretty interested in that mess at

the stock market.

Batman considers this. A police chopper sweeps past,

searching. Batman turns to it. Then turns back.

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