The Dark Knight Rises Page #33

Wayne climbs out of the hole and into formidable desolation.

He shoulders his pack - spots a large coil of rope attached

to the wall. He pushes it into the hole then walks away...

INT. BASEMENT, ABANDONED STOCK EXCHANGE - DAY

A mass of huddled Gothamites. Professionals (traders,

industrialists). In a corner, Fox. Mercenaries come down

into the chamber, pull out a man, who starts yelling. It is

Stryver, Daggett's functionary.

STRYVER:

I want to see Bane! There's been a

mistake! Take me to Bane!

Fox watches him dragged upstairs...

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INT. ABANDONED STOCK EXCHANGE - MOMENTS LATER

A kangaroo court. Stryver is dragged before a jeering crowd.

STRYVER:

There's been a mistake! Where's

Bane?!

VOICE (O.S.)

There's been no mistake, Mr.

Stryver.

Stryver turns to look at the 'judge': Dr. Jonathan Crane.

CRANE:

You are Philip Stryver, executive

vice-president of Daggett

Industries? (Off nod from Stryver.)

The same Philip Stryver who for

years lived like a prince off the

blood and sweat of people less

powerful?

STRYVER:

Call Bane! I'm one of you!

Jeers. Pull back to reveal a silent figure, watching. Bane.

CRANE:

Bane has no authority here. This is

merely a sentencing hearing. The

choice is yours, death or exile.

Stryver looks around, terrified, as the crowd shouts

'Death'.

STRYVER:

Exile.

CRANE:

(SMASHES GAVEL)

Sold...to the man in the cold

sweat!

Mercenaries pull Stryver from the dock...

EXT. GOTHAM RIVER - DAY

Stryver, with other wealthy Gothamites, is led down to the

ice. A Blackgate Inmate undoes his handcuffs, whispering.

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BLACKGATE INMATE

Follow the tick ice. Try to swim -

you're dead in minutes.

STRYVER:

Has anyone made it?

The Blackgate Inmate turns away. Stryver is forced onto the

ice. He shuffles forward, listening to the creaking...

Stryver is a hundred yards out when the river swallows him.

INT. EMPTY OFFICE BUILDING - DAY

Gordon stands over a map of the city. A handful of Cops sit

around the room. Waiting. Gordon looks at his watch.

GORDON:

Where the hell are they? It's not

like we have a lot of time, here.

COP:

How long?

GORDON:

The bomb goes off tomorrow. We've

got about eighteen hours to do

something.

COP:

To do what?

GORDON:

We mark that truck. Get a GPS on

it, then we can start thinking

about how to take it down.

The door opens and Blake enters, followed by ten cops.

Gordon is counting them in. He moves to Blake.

GORDON:

(LOW)

That's it?

Blake just looks at him. Gordon checks the faces. Realizes.

GORDON:

Foley. Where's Foley, dammit?!

Gordon heads for the door.

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BLAKE:

You shouldn't be out on the streets

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EXT. FOLEY'S BROWNSTONE - DAY

Gordon hurries up the steps to a brownstone. Stabs the bell.

FOLEY'S WIFE

Jim. He's not here -

Gordon, furious, addresses the hallway behind her.

GORDON:

You're sending your wife to the

door when the city's under

occupation?!

Foley appears at the end of the corridor. Ashamed.

FOLEY:

Wait in the kitchen, honey.

GORDON:

What did you do, bury your uniform

in the backyard?

FOLEY:

Jim, you saw what they did to those

Special Forces.

GORDON:

You forgotten all the years we went

out on patrol with every gangbanger

wanting to plant one as soon as our

backs were turned?

FOLEY:

This is different and you know it.

These guys run the city - the

government's done a deal with them

-

GORDON:

Deal?! Bane's got their balls in a

vice. That's not a deal -

FOLEY:

You move against Bane, the

triggerman's gonna hit the button -

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GORDON:

You think he's given control of

that bomb to one of 'the people'?!

You think this is part of some

revolution? There's one man with

his finger on the button - Bane.

FOLEY:

We have to keep our heads down

until they can fix this. If you

still had family here maybe you'd -

GORDON:

This only gets fixed from inside

the city, Foley. (Calmer.) Look,

I'm not asking you to walk down

Grand in your dress blues. But

we've got to do something before

this maniac blows us all to hell.

FOLEY:

I'm sorry Jim. I gotta -

GORDON:

Keep your head down? What's that

gonna do tomorrow, when that thing

blows?

FOLEY:

You don't know that's going to

happen.

Foley closes the door on Gordon. Gordon stands there.

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