BRUCE WAYNE:
You’re falling behind, Dick.
DICK GRAYSON:
I’ve had days of training, not years!
ALFRED:
Would you like me to switch on the
falling boulders, Sir?
DICK GRAYSON:
What?!
BRUCE WAYNE:
Alfred’s just kidding, Dick.
ALFRED:
Master Bruce only spends money on
important things. Now, where did I
put that first edition of Alice
in Wonderland?
BRUCE WAYNE:
I needed that to solve a case, Alfred!
Bruce reaches the top of the wall and rings the bell.
DICK GRAYSON:
Yeah yeah, you win. Again.
BRUCE WAYNE:
Soon, you’ll be able to climb this
faster than I ever could.
INT. BATCAVE – NIGHT
Bruce and Dick stand before a closed door.
DICK GRAYSON:
The forbidden room of doom!
Bruce Wayne keys in a code and the door to the armoury opens.
BRUCE WAYNE:
I’ve saved the best for last.
In you go.
INT. BATCAVE ARMOURY – NIGHT
The armoury is a small room with several large drawers to one side and an arsenal of specialised gadgets hanging on the wall.
DICK GRAYSON:
Wow. Now this...this is something.
Bruce picks up his utility belt.
BRUCE WAYNE:
This is my utility belt. It’s the
second most important thing when
I’m out in the field.
DICK GRAYSON:
And the first?
Bruce points to his head. Dick nods. Bruce hands Dick the utility belt.
DICK GRAYSON:
It’s actually kinda light.
BRUCE WAYNE:
This is a reinforced military web belt,
Modified to suit my purposes. The compartments
are crushproof and removable like so.
Bruce detaches a compartment and opens it. He produces a foldable Batarang.
BRUCE WAYNE:
You’re already familiar with these.
Bruce takes a grapnel gun off the rack.
BRUCE WAYNE:
This is a...
DICK GRAYSON:
A grapnel gun!
BRUCE WAYNE:
Yes. Calibrated for 350 pounds, 25 feet
of high-tensile cable.
Bruce points to several items on the wall.
BRUCE WAYNE:
De-cel jumpline. Micro digital camera.
Medkit-contains epinephrine auto-injectors
and antibiotics. Gas capsules.
Infra-red flashlight. Fiber-optic cable.
Remote control for the Batmobile.
DICK GRAYSON:
Wow, wow and wow.
INT. BATSUIT WARDROBE – NIGHT
Several Batsuits of different designs and functions hang in the large walk-in wardrobe. Alfred, Dick and Bruce are gathered around a table in the centre of the room
BRUCE WAYNE:
Your initial training has been completed.
ALFRED:
We’re very proud of you, Master Richard.
BRUCE WAYNE:
As a reward, we’ve prepared a little surprise
for you.
Alfred pulls out an attaché case from under the table.
ALFRED:
Open it, Master Richard.
DICK GRAYSON:
Thanks Uncle Alfred.
Dick opens the case. Inside is the costume Dick will don every night as ROBIN. It is sewn from flexible titanium silk thread. The suit is a muted dark green and red.
DICK GRAYSON:
Oh my god, this is fantastic!
BRUCE WAYNE:
Try it on.
INT. WEAPONS DEPOT – NIGHT
Several guards are seated around a metal table in a cold, sparse, gunmetal-grey room. Behind them is a sealed metal door. Two more guards stand in front of the door. The guards at the table are visibly bored and are playing poker and drinking coffee.
GUARD 1:
Okay, shift change.
The guard leaves the door and walks towards the table.
GUARD 2:
Already? Damn. And here I had a
full house. Aces full’a Eights.
Guard 2 leaves the table and walks towards the door.
All of a sudden, the far wall freezes over and shatters. A cloud of dust and icy cold mist forms. A large, heavy figure walks through the mist. It is Victor Fries in his containment suit. He has become MR FREEZE. The containment suit is bulky and metallic and insulates him from the outside world. It is topped with something akin to an astronaut’s helmet. Over his mouth is a voice transmitter. Through the glass, we can see Fries wearing red-tinted goggles. He is wielding the ice cannon that the Penguin wanted him to build. It is a large and intimidating weapon, with a tube connecting it to two tanks of Creon on the back of Freeze’s suit. The guards panic and fumble as they reach for their weapons.
MR FREEZE:
Forgive me.
He turns the weapon on each of the guards. A violent vortex of highly-concentrated liquid Creon spews from the ice cannon. We see a close-up of how the Creon ice cannon works: Once the Creon hits its target, it supercools the ambient moisture, encasing each guard completely in ice. The process is quick, but by no means merciful. The guards’ pained expression are visible behind the ice.
MR FREEZE:
I am only acting under orders.
Freeze gestures for a small army of henchmen to enter. There are at least eight; each identically dressed in heavy winter gear, consisting mainly of a heavy hooded parka. Each henchman wears a large mask that obscures his face. Freeze waves them through the shattered wall. He steps over to the sealed door. There is an electronic keypad next to it. Freeze looks at the keypad for a second. Then he uses the ice cannon to freeze the door over. He kicks it forcefully and it breaks apart, letting him through.
Freeze faces a long corridor, with a large vault door at the end. He steps forward. All of a sudden, nozzles in the ceiling spray a yellow-coloured gas into the corridor. The henchmen do not enter. Freeze turns to them. Then, he freezes over the nozzles with the ice cannon. The henchmen then proceed down the corridor. Freeze leads them forward as they march down the corridor. The mist from the ice cannon reveals a hint of a laser detection beam. Freeze ignores it and proceeds forward. Sirens wail and the corridor is bathed in a red light. Freeze stops a few feet away from the vault door. There is an “invisible” glass wall that if shattered will trigger a lockdown. Freeze presses his hand against the wall. Then, he freezes it over. He touches the frozen glass with one finger, and it shatters. A large metal grate comes down, sealing the corridor with Freeze and the henchmen inside it. The henchmen turn to each other. Freeze proceeds forward.
They finally reach the vault door. Freeze takes a moment to survey it. He then takes the ice cannon and freezes over the hinges. The metal cannot take the low temperature and cracks. He does the same to the lock, and then punches it. It shatters. He carries the vault door and places it to one side. Pneumatic actuators in his containment suit give him superhuman strength.
The mist from the ice cannon clears, and the contents of the vault are revealed. Racks upon racks of futuristic assault rifles fill the vault. To one side are containers of ammunition.
MR FREEZE:
Guns. They make the world go round.
He motions for the henchmen to enter. They place the weapons in large canvas bags, which are in turn placed on carts to be wheeled out of the depot. The metal grate at the entrance of the corridor lifts, and several SWAT policemen run into the corridor, their weapons at the ready.
SWAT 1:
Freeze!
Mr Freeze laughs bitterly before turning the ice cannon on them. One of them screams, but before long the scream is frozen in his throat.
INT. GOTHAM ALLEYWAY – NIGHT
The alleyway is dirty, dank and misty. Several thugs are harassing a young woman.
THUG 1:
Ain’t it past your bedtime, girl?
WOMAN:
Let go of me! Help! Help!
THUG 2:
Save it honey, nobody’s coming
for you in this part of town.
All of a sudden, Batman swoops down and kicks Thug 2 in the back of the head. A few of the thugs run away, but most hold their ground. Batman turns to the young woman.
BATMAN:
Run. Head for the main street!
The young woman nods and runs off. The thugs engage Batman in a down and dirty fight. They are armed with a variety of makeshift weapons. Batman strikes one thug in the back of the neck using his elbow. Another thug draws a knife, but it barely makes a scratch on Batman’s titanium-thread Batsuit. Batman takes out the thug with a punch to the face.
All are taken care of except one thug. He pulls out a pistol. Batman grapples with him. The gun is inches away from Batman’s face. The thug is as strong as Batman and is the first real challenge he has faced that night. Batman tries to pry the gun from his hand, but it is not working. All of a sudden, the thug cries out in pain.
Embedded in his hand is a Batarang-except the design is altered slightly and is a dark green and red in colour. The cracking of bones is audible as the thug’s knees buckle and he falls to the ground. Standing behind him is Robin, wielding a metal bo staff. Robin strikes a dramatic figure in full costume, completed with a domino mask and a dark yellow cape shorter than Batman’s.
BATMAN:
Good work...Robin.
ROBIN:
No sweat. Now how’s that for the
first night of patrol?
BATMAN:
Not bad at all...hold on...
Batman presses a finger to his ear.
BATMAN:
Something on the police scanner about
an...unusual break-in at the Weapons
depot on Finger and Fifth.
ROBIN:
Unusual how?
BATMAN:
We’ll see.
INT. WEAPONS DEPOT – NIGHT
Batman and Robin enter to see everything completely frozen over-including the guards and policemen. Batman turns to one of the policemen at the scene.
ROBIN:
Everything’s...frozen over!
BATMAN:
An astute observation.
Batman inspects the victims.
BATMAN:
There’s a window of 40-70 minutes
During which you can warm them up-
Before they develop severe tissue
damage.
ROBIN:
Someone who is flash-frozen or completely
encased in ice stands a better chance
of survival than someone partially frozen.
Batman reaches into his utility belt and takes out a small device. He sticks it onto the ice encasing a guard, and activates the device. It emits a heat wave that quickly melts through the ice. The ice also begins to crack, large chunks falling away. The policeman catches the guard after he is thawed out.
BATMAN:
Immerse him in warm water and revive him.
Batman hands the policeman the device.
BATMAN:
Use this on the others.
The policeman nods. Batman uses a dropper to collect some of the water from the ice he has just melted and places it in a tiny specimen bottle. Robin looks on.
BATMAN:
We’ll analyze this later.
INT. BATCAVE – NIGHT
Batman and Robin are seated at the Batcomputer, both still in their outfits but without the cowl/mask. On the main monitor of the Batcomputer is security camera footage of Freeze’s entrance. Freeze breaks through the wall and uses the ice cannon on the guards. The security camera fizzes out before Freeze reaches the door. The footage then restarts. Batman pauses the footage, zooms in on Freeze’s face and increases the resolution. The angle is adequate but not ideal. It is the only good image of Freeze anyone has.
ROBIN:
That is the most bizarre thing
I have ever seen.
BATMAN:
Believe me, there’s a lot more
that’s worse than this. In this line
of work, the bizarre becomes the everyday.
ROBIN:
Run that through face recognition?
BATMAN:
Doing so as we speak.
A face recognition software tracks the contours and features of Freeze’s face behind the helmet, and compares it with a database of face shots. The software finally matches it to the face of Dr Victor Fries, stating there is a “99.35% match”.
ROBIN:
Dr. Victor Fries...
BATMAN:
He was in the papers about a week ago...
A newspaper article appears on the screen with the headline “SCIENTIST DISAPPEARS”, accompanied by a photograph of Fries.
ROBIN:
And guess what this guy’s specialization is.
BATMAN:
Cryogenics and cryonics.
Batman pulls up another window which shows a molecular model.
BATMAN:
This is the analysis of the water
From the ice encasing the guards.
It is comprised mainly of a supercoolant
Called Creon.
ROBIN:
A Victor Fries invention?
BATMAN:
He won the Gotham Innovation Award
for inventing it.
ROBIN:
So this scientist guy...weaponises
a supercoolant and uses it in a
ray gun? Why?
BATMAN:
He’s not doing this on his own accord.
ROBIN:
So we’re going to hunt this
Guy down and ask him who
He’s working for?
BATMAN:
We have to investigate further.
Starting with Gothcorp labs.
ROBIN:
If we know what Fries was working
on last, we’ll know who’s actually
behind this.
INT. PENGUIN’S OFFICE – NIGHT
The Penguin is seated behind the oak desk in his office and eating sushi off a gold platter while being tended to by the hostesses. The door to his office opens and a white mist enters the room. Mr Freeze steps in from behind the white mist, wielding the ice cannon. He points it at the Penguin. The Penguin is a little taken aback. Then he turns the cannon on the plate of sushi.
MR FREEZE:
The Creon...keeps it fresh.
PENGUIN:
Ah, Fries. Do you have the...
Freeze raises a hand, then uses the hand to wave through a henchman. He is holding one of the stolen assault rifles. The henchman hands the gun to the Penguin. The Penguin turns the rifle on Freeze.
PENGUIN:
Freeze!
He then bursts into laughter. Mr Freeze is emotionless.
PENGUIN:
It was just a joke, Freeze. Why must
PENGUIN (CONT.):
You always be so...cold?
MR FREEZE:
You made me that way.
PENGUIN:
Now now, let’s not hold grudges,
It’s bad for your system. Speaking
of your system...
The Penguin shows Freeze a remote control.
PENGUIN:
Do you know what this is?
MR FREEZE:
No.
PENGUIN:
Would you like to see what
it does?
MR FREEZE:
I...
The Penguin disallows Freeze to finish and pushes the button anyway. Once he does, Freeze drops the ice cannon, gasps for air and begins to crumble to the ground. The Penguin has turned off his life support. The Penguin smiles and pushes the button again. The suit is turned back on.
PENGUIN:
Try anything funny again, and bye bye
life support.
MR FREEZE:
What have you...I’m not some
dog on a leash, Cobblepot!
PENGUIN:
Think of it more as a...a falcon
and the falconer.
INT. GOTHCORP LABS – NIGHT
Batman and Robin are investigating the disappearance of Victor Fries in his lab. The lab is mostly empty. Batman draws Robin’s attention to marks on the floor.
BATMAN:
Something heavy was wheeled
out of here.
Using a laser measuring device, Batman calculates the distance between the two parallel marks.
BATMAN:
Check the storeroom.
Batman and Robin go to a door in the corner of the lab and open it. There is a metallic cart with wheels on the bottom. Batman measures the distance between the two wheels. It is the same as the distance between the marks on the floor. There is a partially disassembled cryogenic preservation chamber leaning against the wall.
ROBIN:
That thing, is that some kind
of preservation capsule?
BATMAN:
They wheeled one of those out of here.
ROBIN:
Two of those.
BATMAN:
What?
Robin smiles, happy that he has spotted something Batman missed. Robin leads Batman back into the main room of the lab. Robin sprays something from an aerosol can onto the floor. It causes traces of another set of identical tracks to show up.
ROBIN:
They only managed to clean up
one set of tracks.
BATMAN:
Nice work.
ROBIN:
So Victor Fries was in one containment
chamber. Who was in the other?
Batman pulls out a handheld computer from his utility belt, switches it on and shows Robin a bio page of Fries.
ROBIN:
He’s married...any info on the wife?
Batman taps the screen of the handheld computer.
BATMAN:
Her medical records.
ROBIN:
Wood-Moldoff Syndrome...a kind
of haemolytic anaemia. An incurable
blood disease.
BATMAN:
Victor Fries put her in cryo-stasis
To sustain her while he looked for
a cure...
ROBIN:
He’d need money.
BATMAN:
And he must’ve borrowed it from the
wrong guy.
INT. BATCAVE – NIGHT
Batman and Robin are seated at the Batcomputer. Batman turns to Robin.
BATMAN:
There’s something about your
parents’ murder that you need
to know. I think now is the time
to tell you.
ROBIN:
What? My parents...I thought that
guy killed them! The Zucco guy!
BATMAN:
Zucco merely carried out the act.
He was acting under orders.
ROBIN:
What!? From who?
Alfred enters.
ALFRED:
Master Richard, Master Bruce is merely
trying to provide closure, not fuel
your adolescent rage.
ROBIN:
My parents were murdered, Alfred.
ALFRED:
And so were Master Bruce’s.
Robin falls silent.
BATMAN:
And now I will tell you who
ordered the death of your parents.
Batman pulls up a photograph of the Penguin. A ghost of a smile appears on Robin’s face.
ROBIN:
This is the guy? He looks like...
a penguin.
ALFRED:
You wouldn’t be the first to say that...
or the last.
BATMAN:
Don’t let appearances deceive you.
He’s a ruthless and highly dangerous
criminal...
ALFRED:
Who’s more than a little eccentric.
ROBIN:
Are we going to get him?
BATMAN:
I’m going to take care of this one myself.
ROBIN:
You’re scared that I’ll lose control.
I’ve proven myself; I can handle it.
BATMAN:
Alright. I’ll need cover.
ROBIN:
Are we going to crash in through the
windows or something?
BATMAN:
I’m going in undercover, in disguise.
ROBIN:
Where are you going anyway?
BATMAN:
To buy some guns.
EXT. COLD OCEAN BAR – DUSK
The Cold Ocean Bar is located in a seedy, smoky part of town. A taxi pulls up and a man exits. This is MATCHES MALONE, really Bruce Wayne in disguise. Bruce is unrecognisable in a matted sandy blonde wig, sunglasses, a moustache and a cheap light blue suit with a striped tie. A burly bouncer lets Matches through.
INT. COLD OCEAN BAR – DUSK
Matches enters and heads straight for a door at the back. It is guarded by a security man in a dark suit.
SECURITY MAN:
Name?
Matches speaks in a nasal New Jersey accent.
MATCHES MALONE:
Malone.
SECURITY MAN:
Invite?
Matches fishes in his breast pocket and pulls out an invitation card. The Security Man inspects it and waves Matches through. Matches nods his thanks and enters. Behind the door is a flight of stairs. Matches descends the stairs and arrives in the basement.
INT. COLD OCEAN BAR BASEMENT – DUSK
The basement of the Cold Ocean Bar has been set up as a makeshift auction house. Rows of plastic chairs face a small platform. Several guests at the auction have already taken their seats. Some are mingling at the back and sipping cocktails. Matches takes his seat. A bell rings and everyone sits down. The auction has begun.
The Penguin arrives onstage.
PENGUIN:
Thank you all for taking precious
time out of your schedules to be
here this evening. I promise you,
the winner at least, that it will
be well worth it.
The Penguin motions to two henchmen who bring a glass case covered by a cloth onstage. The Penguin dramatically pulls back the cloth to reveal what is inside the case: one of the stolen assault rifles. Murmurs are audible from the crowd gathered.
PENGUIN:
I give you the Kane 650E Heavy Assault
Rifle. The winner of this auction will
receive a cache of 20 of these weapons,
enough to arm a private security detail...
or start a war in an already-volatile
third-world country-you reap the spoils,
of course. May I commence at $30 000?
Someone raises his hand to bid.
PENGUIN:
Do I hear $31 000?
Matches raises his hand.
PENGUIN:
$32 000 then.
More people bid, but each time someone offers a new price, Matches outbids it. The price increases by $1000 each time. The other bidders begin to notice Matches, who shrugs and continues bidding. The Penguin grows concerned. He motions for one of his henchmen to come onstage and whispers into his ear.
PENGUIN:
Who is this guy? He’s ruining everything!
Did I even invite him?
HENCHMAN:
You did, boss. He’s Matches Malone,
medium-level enforcer.
PENGUIN:
What does a small-timer like him want
with all these guns?
HENCHMAN:
Maybe he’s bidding for his boss?
PENGUIN:
And who’s that?
The henchman whispers the name. It is inaudible.
PENGUIN:
Oh. Keep an eye on him anyway.
HENCHMAN:
You got it, boss.
Matches continues to attempt to outbid his rivals. The henchman watches him closely. The other bidders begin to get frustrated and restless. Penguin stops the auction and signals for some guards to take Matches away. The guards proceed towards Matches, who looks worried.
MATCHES MALONE:
I’m just bidding, I can pay
up I swear!
All of a sudden, the room fills with a noxious smoke. The bidders are taken aback and begin to choke. The Penguin looks alarmed and quickly exits to the back. Meanwhile, his henchmen choke and fall unconscious. Matches fishes into his pocket and takes out a small cigar-shaped rebreather, breathing from it and keeping his eyes shut. The smoke fills the room, and Matches disappears.
Robin swoops down into the room, taking out a few of the still-awake bidders with Batarangs. The Penguin reappears onstage wearing a gas mask. He smashes the case and pulls out the assault rifle. He is unfamiliar with the weapon and struggles to load it, but once he does, he turns it on Robin and fires. The gun is extremely powerful but is easy to control and very accurate. Robin disappears behind the remaining smoke and Penguin momentarily loses him, unable to gun down the young crime-fighter.
A flash of heavy black fabric appears. Penguin fires at it. The bullets rip through the fabric, which is revealed to be Batman’s cape. Batman suddenly appears behind the Penguin, but the Penguin turns around just in time. Batman and Penguin grapple, as the assault rifle unleashes a torrent of bullets through the ceiling. The bullets rip through the floor of the bar above, alarming customers and the bartender, who quickly exit.
The Penguin elbows Batman in the jaw. Batman momentarily releases his grip on the Penguin who steps backwards and falls through a trapdoor. The trapdoor closes. He has escaped. Robin runs onto the stage.
ROBIN:
Where’s the Penguin? Did you get him?
BATMAN:
He...got away.
ROBIN:
You never let anyone get away!
You were afraid I’d get to him!
BATMAN:
Listen, you were supposed to wait
for the signal. You attacked early!
ROBIN:
I was trying to help you! You were
going to be attacked! The Penguin
almost killed me with that Kane gun!
BATMAN:
We can still get him. I think I know
where he went.
EXT. GOTHAM HARBOUR – NIGHT
The Yellowtail is docked at Gotham Harbour. A limousine pulls up near the yacht. The Penguin hurries out and climbs into the yacht, yelling at a henchman as he does so
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