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az sonra okumaya baslayacaginiz senaryo kaliforniya disinda dunyada ilk kez yayinlanmaktadir. todd phillips 'in 2019'da filme cekilen joker senaryosu. 8 senede 3 kisi tarafindan yazildi ve 15 bin sayfalik draftlardan geriye sadece 103 sayfa birakildi. sayfa basina ortalama 10 bin dolar kazanan todd phillips'in senaryosu marvel studios ve universal pictures isbirligi ile comiccon isguzarligi ile sinemalara girmistir. film agustos 2020 itibariyle su ana kadar 1 milyar 74 milyon dolar hasilat elde etti. 3 senaristten todd phillips %2 hisse sahibidir ve 103 sayfalik su draftindan 1 milyon 30 bin dolar kazanmistir hisseler ve faiz gelirleri haric:

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joker an origin written by todd phillips & scott silver 13 april 2018 this story takes place in its own universe. it has no connection to any of the dc films that have come before it. we see it as a classic warner bros. movie. gritty, intimate and oddly funny, the characters live in the real world and the stakes are personal. although it is never mentioned in the film, this story takes place in the past. let's call it 1981. it's a troubled time. the crime rate in gotham is at record highs. a garbage strike has crippled the city for the past six weeks. and the divide between the "haves" and the "have- nots" is palpable. dreams are beyond reach, slipping into delusions. over black: hear laughter. the sound of a man totally cracking up. fade in: 1 int. dept. of health, office - morning 1 close on joker (30's), tears in his eyes from laughing so hard. he's trying to get it under control. his greasy, black hair is matted down. he's wearing an old, faded red hooded zip-up sweatshirt, a threadbare gray scarf, thin from years of use, hangs loosely around his neck. we notice two faded old scars cut at the corners of his mouth. almost forming a smile. he's sitting across from an overworked social worker (50's), african american. her office is cramped and run-down in a cramped and run-down building. stacks of folders piled high in front of her. she just sits behind her desk, waiting for his laughing fit to end, she's been through this before. finally it subsides. joker takes a deep breath, pauses to see if it's over. beat. joker --is it just me, or is it getting crazier out there? despite the laughter, there's real pain in his eyes. something broken in him. looks like he hasn't slept in days. social worker it's certainly tense. people are upset, they're struggling. looking for work. the garbage strike seems like it's been going on forever. these are tough times. (then) how 'bout you. how's the job? still enjoying it? joker yeah, i mean, it's different each day, so i really like that. i don't think i could ever work in an office. behind a desk. (more) 2. joker (cont'd) (beat) no offense. she smiles. writes something down. looks at the clock, she's running late for her next appointment. social worker have you been keeping up with your journal? joker everyday. social worker great. did you bring it with you? beat. joker (dodging the subject) i'm sorry. did i bring what? social worker (impatient; she doesn't have time for this) arthur, last time i asked you to bring your journal with you. for these appointments. do you have it? joker yes ma'am. beat. social worker can i see it? he reluctantly reaches into his bag. pulls out a weathered notebook. slides it across to her-- joker i've been using it as a journal, but also a joke diary. funny thoughts or, or observations-- did i tell you i'm pursuing a career in stand-up comedy? she's half-listening as she flips through his journal. social worker no. you didn't. joker i think i did. 3. she doesn't respond, keeps flipping through his journal-- social worker oh yeah. because of what your mother said,-- about your purpose. "to bring laughter and joy to the world," right? joker right. angle on journal, pages and pages of notes, all in neat, angry-looking handwriting. also, cut out photos from hardcore pornographic magazines and some crude handmade drawings. a flash of anger crosses joker's face. we see him picking at his right eyebrow, almost obsessively. trying to stay calm. his eyebrow is actually half-gone. something he does a lot. joker i didn't realize you wanted to read it. the social worker gives him a look, then reads something in the pages that gives her pause. social worker (reading out loud) "i just hope my death makes more sense than my life." she looks up at joker. he just stares back. lets it hang out there for a beat. then he laughs a little, even though he doesn't think it's funny-- joker yeah. i mean, that's just-- social worker does my reading it upset you? he leans in. joker no. i just,-- some of it's personal. you know? social worker i understand. i just want to make sure you're keeping up with it. she slides his journal back to him. he holds it in his lap. 4. social worker what about your mom? how's she feeling? joker she has good days. but mostly bad. it's been a big help having me there. she really needs me. social worker seems like she's been sick a lot since you got home. joker (nods) yeah, it's good i'm there. when i was in the hospital, after my last episode-- she was having trouble getting over there to visit. she looks back up at the clock, she needs to get to her next appointment. social worker all right. so, i'll see you again, two weeks from today? he nods. but keeps sitting there for a moment. she stands up, trying to signal it's time for him to leave-- social worker is there something else i can help you with, arthur? my next appointment is waiting. he just keeps sitting there. joker yeah, i was wondering if you could ask the doctor to increase the dosage on my medications? nothing seems to make a difference. social worker (looking over his record) do you know which ones you'd like increased? shakes his head, no. social worker have you been sleeping? 5. joker (lying) some. she glances at his file again. social worker arthur, you're on seven different medications. surely they must be doing something. he finally stands up. zips up his faded red sweatshirt. looks at her-- joker i just don't wanna feel so bad anymore. cut to black: title: joker 2 ext. gotham square, midtown - kenny's music shop - day 2 gotham square is clogged with traffic. non-stop honking horns, pedestrians crowding the sidewalk. huge billboards, giant movie marquees, garbage bags piled high everywhere. underneath it all we hear a tinkling piano playing something bouncy and fast-paced. from across the busy city street, we see joker. he's dressed as a sad-faced hobo clown. this is his job. dressed in tattered clothes, dark five o'clock shadow painted on his face, big bulbous red nose, his mouth's outlined in white, turned down at the corners. he's holding up a sign in front of kenny's music shop that reads, "everything must go!" a banner above the store reads, "going out of business!" behind him, an old man plays a piano on the street. both of them there to draw attention to the big sale going on in the store. joker's doing a little charlie chaplin like waddle to the music. most people walk right past, ignoring him. a few bump into him by mistake. joker sees a group of five boys, no more than 15-years-old, walking toward him. he moves out of their way. they crack up laughing when they see him. start making fun of him. 6. joker ignores them, tries to do his job the best he can while maintaining some dignity. keeps dancing and holding up the sign. one of the kids knocks the sign out of joker's hands-- kid #1 suck my dick, clown. the kids laugh. joker doesn't say anything. just bends over to pick up the sign-- another kid kicks him in the ass-- kid #2 whoops. joker falls face first onto the sidewalk. oddly, the old man playing the piano picks up the pace of the music-- the kids crack up. one of the boys grabs joker's sign and takes off running across the street-- the other kids follow, weaving through traffic-- joker gets up and gives chase. he needs his sign back. he almost gets hit by a taxi, spinning out of the way just in time-- spinning right into another taxi that stops just short of hitting him. joker keeps running through traffic. people stare. a clown barreling down the street has got to be a joke-- 3 ext. corner, side street - gotham square - continuous 3 the five boys are booking it down the crowded street laughing and whooping it up. at the last second they take a sharp right turn down a cross street-- joker almost overshoots the corner, slip-sliding in his big red shoes-- he rights himself and heads down after them-- sees them running up ahead-- whap! out of nowhere joker gets hit in the face! he falls to the ground. one of the kids was hiding between parked cars and hit joker with the "everything must go!" sign, splintering it in two-- 7. the other kids turn back and walk up to joker down on the ground. joker reaches out, still trying to save the sign-- the kids start kicking and beating the shit out of joker. it's brutal and vicious. nobody on the street stops to help. close on joker's hobo clown face, down on the ground. sweat running down his face, smearing his make-up. he doesn't even look like he's in pain. he just takes the beating. that stupid frown painted on his face. 4 int. city bus (pulling out) - heading downtown - dusk 4 joker, makes his way toward the back of the crowded bus, now walking with a slight limp, but keeping his head held high. his make-up's washed off, costume and props all shoved into a big shopping bag slung over his shoulder. some white grease- paint still smudged on the sides of his face. he finds an empty seat in the back of the bus. sees a sad- eyed four-year-old girl, face puffy from crying, sitting on her knees looking back at him. her mother's facing forward, but even from behind you can tell she's angry. joker sees the sad-eyed girl staring straight back at him. he doesn't know where to look, feeling self-conscious and small. he gets back into "character" smiling like a clown and covers his face with his hands-- starts playing the peek-a-boo game with her. the girl stares back at him for a moment then giggles-- woman on bus (turns back to joker; already annoyed) can you please stop bothering my kid? joker i wasn't bothering her, i was-- woman on bus (interrupts) just stop. and suddenly joker starts to laugh. loud. he covers his mouth trying to hide it-- shakes his head, laughter pausing for a moment, but then it comes on stronger. his eyes are sad. it actually looks like the laughter causes him pain. 8. people on the bus are staring. the girl looks like she's going to cry again. woman on bus you think that's funny? joker shakes his head no, but he can't stop laughing. he reaches in his pocket and pulls out a small card. hands it to the woman. close on the card, it reads: "forgive my laughter. i have a condition (more on back)" she turns the card over and there is a bunch of information in small writing-- "it's a medical condition causing sudden, frequent, uncontrollable laughter that doesn't match how you feel. it can happen in people with a brain injury or certain neurological conditions." she doesn't read it (but if you freeze frame the movie you could). she just shakes her head annoyed and throws the card on the ground. joker laughs harder. tears running down his face. not wanting to attract any more attention to himself, he pulls up his red hood, and uses his threadbare scarf to cover his mouth, trying to muffle the laughter. he looks out at the city passing him by. 5 ext. lower east side, streets - gotham - evening 5 the bus pulls away, sun almost gone. joker heads slowly down the litter-covered streets. garbage is piled along the sidewalks, the air thick with smog creates a haze over everything. the streets are crowded with the poor, the elderly and disenfranchised. women with children in busted strollers. homeless people sleeping on subway grates. stray dogs. his is one of the few white faces. joker makes his way into a run-down drug store, behind him two drunks fight on the corner, beating the shit out of each other. joker, and nobody else for that matter, pays them any attention. no one here gives a shit. 9. 6 int. lobby, apartment building - evening 6 a shabby lobby in a building that was once probably pretty nice, but now it's a dump. joker checks his mailbox. he's holding a small white (prescription) bag in his hand. the mailbox is empty. 7 int. elevator, apartment building - continuous 7 joker steps onto the wheezing elevator, harsh fluorescent lights, graffiti on the walls. as the door closes, he hears-- sophie (os) wait!! he puts his foot out with some panache to stop the closing door-- he's a romantic at heart. ding. and sophie dumond (late 20's), tired eyes, hands filled with grocery bags, steps onto the elevator with gigi, her 5-year- old daughter. sophie thank you. (realizing) of course it's you,-- everyone else in this building is just so fucking rude. joker nods "thanks." holds his breath, hoping he doesn't start to laugh. floors dinging as the elevator rises. joker sees gigi licking the dirty smudged elevator handrail behind her mom. sophie how's your mom doing? he takes a deep breath, he's uncomfortable talking to her, holds up the white prescription bag. joker it's day to day. i'm doing everything i can to get her back on her feet. (re: pharmacy bag) picked up her medicine. gonna make her some dinner. 10. sophie (smiles; being polite) she's lucky she has you-- joker smiles thanks, can't help but glance at gigi licking the rail. sophie finally notices. she wants to grab her but can't with her hands full. tries to kick her away-- sophie jesus. don't do that, gigi! how many times have i told you that? (to joker) this building is so awful, isn't it? joker just nods... he doesn't know what to say, but clearly wants to continue this conversation with sophie. the doors open. they all step off. sophie okay. well, tell your mom i said hello. and sophie and gigi walk down the hall-- the opposite way of joker. he just stands there for a beat. heart beating fast. joker (calls out after her) hey sophie-- she turns around. joker i'll tell my mom you said hello. she smiles as in "yeah, that's what i said." 8 int. mom's apartment, front door - evening 8 old apartment, worn carpet. nothing's new inside but it's fairly neat and well-kept. joker closes the door behind him, leans his back against it and swoons. hears a deep purring sound. he looks down and sees an old orange cat, rubbing up against his leg. then-- 11. mom (os) (shattering the moment, calls out) happy?! did you check the mail before you came up? joker yes, ma. nothing. no letter. mom (os) you sure you looked? sometimes i don't know where your head is. joker glances back down and sees the cat is gone. joker yes i'm sure. and my head's right here. i'm gonna make you some dinner, okay? quick cuts: joker tears open the prescription bag... a flurry of pill bottles tumble out onto the counter. see his name, "arthur fleck" on the orange pill bottles, and glimpse the generic drug names, temazepam... perphenazine... ahenelzine... amitriptyline... benzedrine... diazepam... meprobamate... takes out one pill from each the temazepam and meprobamate bottles. two pills being crushed up to powder. sprinkles the powder on top of a tv dinner. swallows a handful of pills from the other bottles. looks down and smiles at the orange cat looking up at him from the counter. 9 int. mom's bedroom, apartment - night 9 joker brings the food to his mother, penny (70's), lying in her bed. the tv is on, playing the local news. joker sets the food down in front of his mother. he covers the pain from his beating the best he can-- his mother doesn't seem to notice anyway. mom he must not be getting my letters. 12. joker sits down on a chair next to the bed. joker he's a busy man. mom too busy for me? i worked for that family for 12 years. he always had a smile for me. least he could do is write back. joker ma, eat. you need to eat. mom you need to eat. look how skinny you are. before joker can say anything, his mother points to the news on the tv-- mom all day long it's more bad news. that's all there is. joker maybe you shouldn't watch so much television. mom (ignoring) he's the only hope for gotham. he'll make a great mayor. everybody says so. joker (playful) everybody who? who do you talk to? mom well everybody on the news. joker stop it. he's not even gonna run. why would thomas wayne want to be mayor? he can do more good as a businessman. mom because he cares about this city. and everyone in it-- that's why i can't believe he hasn't written me back. 13. joker he will. now eat some dinner. he feeds her a bite of the food. joker how you feeling today? mom i don't know. it always hits me worse at night, you notice that? he shakes his head. joker (teasing) maybe it's the moon. maybe you're a werewolf? he howls softly like a wolf. she laughs. mom it's not funny. joker watches her as he cuts up some more of her food. mom anyway, i wrote a new letter today. a better one. i want you to hand deliver it to him. joker what? why? mom cause maybe the mailman is throwing them away. we should have tipped him at christmas time. joker who tips their mailman? mom some people do. rich people do. joker sighs, resigned. joker okay. i can try his office. tomorrow. 14. mom thank you. (she pats the bed) come sit. it's almost on. joker gets into bed with her. close on television, intro to "live with murray franklin!", and we hear the announcer over clips of comedy bits, stars and murray franklin himself-- announcer (on tv) it's live with murray franklin! tonight murray welcomes, sandra winger, comedian skip byron and the piano stylings of yeldon & chantel! as always, don ellis and his jazz orchestra. and now, without any further ado-- murray franklin! joker and his mom watch from bed, this is a ritual of theirs. 10 int. living room, mom's apartment - night 10 late night. joker's mom is dead asleep. joker is alone in the living room, which doubles as his bedroom. he can't ever sleep. he opens his worn notebook. flips to a page titled "jokes" and starts writing-- close on words, as he slowly writes: "the worst part about having a mental illness is..." angle on joker, pausing, thinking it over for a moment. then he laughs to himself when he comes up with something. close on words, coming faster now, "...that people still expect you to behave as if you don't." cut to: 11 ext. wayne tower, street - midtown - morning 11 joker's looking up at the intimidating steel and glass tower, he looks so small, holding his mom's letter in his hand. bustle of professionals coming in and out of the company's corporate headquarters, joker looks out of place. he heads inside through the giant glass doors. 15. 12 int. reception, wayne enterprises - 25th floor - morning 12 joker steps off an elevator and walks up to the white marble reception desk as if he belongs there-- joker hello. i have a personal letter for mr. thomas wayne. receptionist okay. you can leave it with me. joker it's kind of important. i need to make sure he gets it himself. receptionist oh, in that case, i'll buzz you right in. joker goes to enter-- receptionist i'm kidding. leave it here. he laughs along with her, even though she's not laughing. joker oh. right-- well, my mom used to work for the wayne family-- for 12 years. she was their housekeeper. a couple other business people are now waiting behind joker, there for meetings. receptionist that's great. but you can leave it with me or you can leave with the letter. those are your options. now please step aside. joker mr. wayne knows her. can you maybe at least call back to him? tell him that i'm here. receptionist thomas wayne is away on business. joker is getting frustrated. joker okay. well, can i have your name? so i know who i left it with. 16. now joker sees a group of men walking behind the glass that separates the reception area from the back offices. amongst the group, he catches a glimpse of thomas wayne (60's), deep tan, hair dyed so black it's almost blue. joker wait. he's right there. (goes up to the glass, shouts) mr. wayne! mr. wayne. he starts banging on the glass... but the group keeps moving. not noticing him. receptionist sir. please stop. sir!! joker keeps banging on the glass. 13 ext. wayne tower, front entrance - morning 13 the glass doors swing open and joker is forcibly thrown onto the street. two large security guards stand over him. he is still holding the letter. he makes as if he's going to leave peacefully, then at the last minute, takes another run at the door-- the two guards stiff arm him. cut to: 14 int. ha-ha's talent booking, locker room - day 14 the cramped locker room of a small talent booking agency. this is where joker works. they "rent out" talent for parties and events. clowns, magicians, male strippers. joker takes off his shirt, grimaces in pain as he moves. his body's bruised from the beating he took chasing after his sign. randall (os) you okay? he turns. randall (mid 50's), a big bear of a know-it-all, standing there. he's a party clown as well. he's half-dressed in his clown suit. 17. randall i heard about the beat down you took. fucking savages. joker it was just a bunch of kids. i should have left it alone. randall opens his locker-- randall it's crazy out there. and it's only getting worse. joker (nods) my mother says that the people nowadays lack empathy. randall what's empathy? joker it means like "feeling for other people." randall like sympathy? joker kind of. but different. randall comes over, hands joker a brown paper bag-- joker looks inside. it's a gun, a .38 snub-nose revolver. joker looks up at him, confused-- randall take it. i got a few. you gotta protect yourself out there, buddy. too many wackos. as joker stares at it-- randall (lowers his voice) it's a .38 snub-nose. gets the job done if you ever need to use it. usually pulling it out is enough. joker i, i don't have the money for this, randall. 18. randall don't sweat it. you can pay me some other time. you're my boy. that lands with joker, he smiles to himself. randall (as he walks away) but you didn't get it from me, okay? joker nods. puts the brown paper bag in his locker. slowly starts to get dressed-- his eyes darting toward the bag as he does. another clown, gary (30's), a dwarf, pops his head into the locker room. gary arthur,-- hoyt wants to see you in his office. joker what for? gary no clue. 15 int. front office, ha-ha's talent booking - day 15 joker still half-dressed, walks into the cramped office. his boss, hoyt vaughn (60's) sits behind a metal desk. the office is a complete mess, newspapers and files litter the desk. a giant ashtray filled with cigarette butts. a calendar of booking hangs on the wall. a scribbled, jumbled mess. joker hey hoyt. gary said you wanted to see me? hoyt (without even looking up) how's the comedy career? are you a famous stand-up yet? joker not quite. haven't even performed yet. just been working my material. this business is all about fine- tuning. now hoyt looks up. takes a drag from his cigarette. 19. hoyt right. joker goes to sit down-- hoyt don't sit. this will be quick. joker stops in his tracks. hoyt look, i like you, arthur. a lot of the guys here, they think you're a freak. but i like you. i don't even know why i like you. i mean, you don't say much. (beat) it's probably that stupid laugh. it gets me every time. kills me. unsure how to respond, joker just nods. hoyt but i got another complaint. and it's starting to piss me off. joker takes a deep breath, maybe picks at his eyebrow. hoyt kenny's music. sunday. the guy said you disappeared. never even returned his sign. joker no. i got jumped. i told you about that. hoyt for a sign? bullshit. it makes no sense, just give him his sign back. he's going out of business for god's-- bang! out of nowhere, joker slams his head into the wall. head-butting it hard. hoyt (taken aback) hey! bang! bang! he does it two more times. breaking the plaster on the wall-- 20. hoyt what the fuck, arthur?! joker (voice tightens) i don't have his sign. and joker just stares at hoyt, some blood forming on his forehead-- cut to: 16 ext. back alley, outside ha-ha's - amusement mile - day 16 we're at the far end of an alley, about halfway down, catch a glimpse of joker still half-dressed on the other side of a dumpster. from this vantage, all we can see is him furiously kicking and stomping on something... or somebody. we don't hear anything. and we can't make out what it is that he's so violently beating down. it could be a cat... a cardboard box... a homeless person... we don't know. joker just continues unleashing his rage-- 17 int. city bus (moving) - dusk 17 joker at the end of his work day, sitting in his spot toward the back of the bus. across the aisle from him, he's innocently watching a young couple, playfully teasing each other. 18 ext. gotham, lower east side - evening 18 joker heading back home down the litter-covered streets like he does every night. garbage still piled along the sidewalks, air still thick with smog. he's carrying the paper bag that randall gave him. 19 int. lobby, apartment building - evening 19 joker checks his mailbox. empty. 21. 20 int. elevator, apartment building - continuous 20 joker is on the elevator, as the door closes, he sticks his foot out to stop it. the door limps back open. ding. he looks to see if anybody, if sophie, is coming. he waits. hoping. the door starts to close on him again-- right before it does, he stops it with his foot again. ding. 21 int. mom's apartment, bathroom - night 21 joker's giving his mom a bath, being careful with her as he shampoos her hair. mom --so what did he say when you gave him the letter? joker they wouldn't let me see him. (lying) but they promised me it would get to him. mom it's good they promised. he only works with the best. we should hear something soon. he fills an empty plastic container with some bath water. joker look up. she tilts her head back and he rinses her hair with the water from the container... joker why are these letters so important to you, ma? what do you think he's gonna do? mom he's gonna help us. joker help us how? 22. mom get us out of here, take me away from this place and these-- these awful people. joker you worked for him over 30 years ago. what makes you think he would help you? she looks at him with conviction. mom because thomas wayne is a good man. if he knew how i was living, if he saw this place, it would make him sick. i can't explain it to you any better than that. joker nods. annoyed, but not worth the argument. he stands up to get her a towel. joker i don't want you worrying about money. everyone's been telling me they think my stand-up is ready for the big clubs. it's just a matter of time before i get a break. she steps into the towel. he's helping dry her off. mom happy, what makes you think you could do that? joker what do you mean? mom i mean, don't you have to be funny to be a comedian? beat. 22 int. mom's bedroom, apartment - late night 22 joker's mom is out cold in her bedroom, a half-eaten plate of food is next to her on the bed. 23. 23 int. living room, mom's apartment - continuous 23 joker sits on the couch. the tv is on, but the sound is off. he holds the .38 snub-nose revolver randall gave him in his hand. he's never held a gun before, looks uncomfortable with it, the weight of it in his hand... he points it at the tv, hand trembling a bit... points it at the cat... points it at his head. looks closely at the grip. the barrel. the cylinder. now he casually pulls the trigger-- blammmmmmm! he jumps up off the couch. what the fuck!? he looks around in a panic. his hands shaking. he shot a hole in the wall. mom (os) (awoken by the shot) happy!? what was that? joker what?! he quickly turns up the tv volume. really loud. shoves the still smoking gun under the couch cushions. mom (os) that noise! did you hear that noise? he's inspecting the hole in the wall. shouts back over the tv noise-- joker i'm watching an old war movie. mom (os) turn it down! he heads for his mother's bedroom. 24 int. mom's bedroom, doorway - continuous 24 joker looks in on his mom in her dark bedroom, can make out the outline of her body sitting up. mom it's so loud. 24. joker i know. the americans are really giving it to the japs. he walks over to her in the darkness. kisses her on the forehead. joker (softly) i'm sorry. i'll turn it down. 25 int. kitchen, mom's apartment - late night 25 joker is writing in his journal. he speaks softly to himself as he writes... joker why didn't randall tell me the gun was loaded? he's my friend. with my luck, i could have killed someone. (beat) i could have killed myself. close on the last line, he crosses out "could"... writes... "should". joker (still to himself) i should have killed myself. close on joker as he crosses out something again... joker (louder to himself) i should kill myself. beat. 26 ext. street, lower east side - morning 26 handheld pov, see the run-down building where joker lives from across the street. reveal, joker is watching his own building on the far side of a parked truck. red hood pulled up, covering his head. he waits. watches. now we see sophie exiting the building with her daughter gigi. sophie's dressed more conservatively than when we previously met her. 25. joker starts following them. 27 ext. public school - morning 27 sophie drops gigi off at school. joker's still watching. following. 28 ext. elevated subway platform - morning 28 sophie waits on the platform. lights a cigarette. we see joker, hidden behind a steel support beam-- watching her from a distance. 29 int. subway (moving) - morning 29 joker stands at the window between two subway cars. just watching sophie as she reads a book in the next car. the train comes to a stop and she exits. joker exits as well. 30 ext. street, upper east side - morning 30 nicer part of gotham. joker follows sophie from a distance, watches as she walks into gotham first national bank. sees her say hello to the guard. this is where she works. joker just watches and waits. 31 int. gotham first national - later 31 a large, mid-level bank. sophie is one of three bank tellers working behind the plexiglass windows. joker pulls the hood back off his head, takes a deep breath before he walks up to her window. she is looking down, counting her drawer. takes another deep breath. then-- joker hello. i'd like to open an account. she looks up. sophie (surprised) hey, what are you doing up here? 26. joker oh, hi. that's weird. (pausing to see if he's gonna laugh; he's good) i didn't know you worked at a bank. sophie pretty glamorous, right? not getting the sarcasm, joker nods. looks around. joker very glamorous. look at this place. she laughs. he stands there awkwardly for a moment looking around to see what she's laughing about. realizes she thought he was making a joke. beat. joker i'm a comedian. i do stand-up comedy. sophie really? i had no idea. joker yeah. you know, i'm always making funny observations. always on the look out for my next bit-- so it makes sense. sophie right. anyway, is there something i could help you with? beat. joker i said hi to my mom. sophie excuse me? joker last week. you said to say hi to my mom. i did. made her day. they are interrupted by the branch manager (50's), white, heavy-set, who has come up behind sophie-- 27. branch manager everything okay here? he puts his heavy hand on sophie's shoulder. she practically shudders from his touch. sophie everything is fine mr. slotnick. now he leans down and whispers something in her ear-- joker just watches through the glass. sophie (shakes her head; to her manager) no. he's not. he's interested in opening an account. branch manager (to joker) great. you just need to fill out a form. they are back there-- against the wall. as the manager talks, sophie makes wide eyes at joker, like "i almost got in trouble." joker (covering; trying to act cool) okay. thank you, sir. and thank you as well, miss. joker walks back to the wall by the forms. he fumbles around for a minute, clearly not there to open an account. he begins filling out a form. then-- joker (shouts out, to no one in particular) you know what?! i forgot my id! i'll be back. thank you. he walks out of the bank. head in the clouds. 32 int. gotham comedy club, chinatown - night 32 joker sitting in the middle of a dark, crowded comedy club. people on dates. groups of friends. all here to watch the stand-up. he sits at a small table by himself, watching the act on stage. 28. the comic on stage is killing it. the whole room is laughing and applauding. everyone except joker. he's watching. studying. diligently jotting down notes in his notebook. 33 ext. gotham comedy club, street - chinatown - night 33 people are piling out of the club, onto the narrow street, jumble of lit-up signs, most glowing yellow or red. joker walks out alone, carrying his notebook. he sees a flyer taped to the entrance of the club. close on the flyer, "open mic night. thursdays. 10pm." he rips the flyer off the wall. 34 int. ha-ha's talent booking, locker room - day 34 joker is working on his "mr. jingles" clown look, using the small mirror in his locker. behind him a couple of other clowns are eating their lunch at a small table, not paying joker any attention. joker pauses half-finished, and stares at himself for a beat. he starts to examine the two small scars on the corners of his mouth, we really notice how they form a smile. joker hooks the corners of his mouth down with his index fingers, turning his smile into a frown-- he lets go and his smile returns. does it again, up and down, up and down, his face a living comedy/tragedy mask. and then he pulls his fingers wider, stretching his smile into a grotesque parody, pulling his mouth so wide tears come to his eyes-- and we hear joker singing "if you're happy and you know it" at his next gig. joker (pre-lap) (singing) --if you're happy and you know it and you really want to show it, if you're happy and you know it clap your hands. 29. 35 int. gotham general - children's ward - evening 35 joker is performing for a ward full of sick children, wearing an oversized white lab coat over his "mr. jingles" clown costume. a few nurses and doctors watch as well. his white clown face, mouth outlined in black and filled in with red, his green wig frizzy and worn out. joker plays a ukulele along with the song. joker if you're happy and you know it, stomp your feet. joker and the kids stomp and sing along. joker if you're happy and you know it, stomp your feet. (stomp, stomp) if you're happy and you know it and you really want to show it, if you're happy and you know it stomp your feet. as the song winds down, the kids and nurses clap. joker takes an exaggerated and ridiculous bow-- and as he does, his .38 snub-nose revolver slips out of his pants and slides across the floor. everyone stops. looks at the gun on the floor. 36 int. lobby, gotham general - later 36 joker is on a payphone in the lobby of the hospital. he's in his street clothes, wig in his hand, clown-face still painted on. joker (into phone) hoyt, let me explain. hoyt (over phone) oh, this'll be good. please tell me why you brought a gun into a sick kid's ward? joker (into phone) it was, it was a prop gun. it's part of my act now. 30. hoyt (over phone) bullshit. jingles would never carry a fucking gun. besides, randall told me you tried to buy a .38 off him last week. joker's taken aback that randall would do that to him. joker (into phone) randall told you that? hoyt (over phone) he was with me when the call came in. you're a fuck up, arthur. and a liar. you're fired. joker (into phone) hoyt-- hoyt (over phone) say it, arthur. (beat) let me hear you say it. joker (into phone) say what? hoyt (over phone) i'm a fuck up and i'm fired. joker picks at his eyebrow. joker (into phone; low) --i'm a fuck up and i'm fired. hoyt (over phone) louder. joker (into phone; louder) i'm a fuck up and i'm fired. hoyt (over phone) yes. you are. click. he hears hoyt hang up. beat. 31. 37 int. subway (moving) - night 37 joker sits on the subway contemplating what just went down, face still painted, his bag on the seat next to him, along with his wig. there's only one other person on the subway car, a young woman (30's) sitting at the far end-- reading a book. the train comes to a stop and three wall street guys enter. they are being loud and obnoxious, clearly drunk. one of them is eating some french fries out of a greasy mcdonald's bag. he flops down on the bench across from the girl and checks her out. the other two guys start getting into it with each other-- wall street #1 --i'm telling you, she wanted my number. we should have just stayed. the train starts moving again... wall street #2 you're dreaming, man. she wasn't interested-- at all. wall street #1 are you nuts? did you see how close we were dancing!? she was in love, bro. he starts dancing a bit with himself, mimicking what he remembers. wall street #2 takes a swig from the brown bag he is carrying. wall street #2 she couldn't wait to get away from you. joker is watching them closely, impressed by their confidence and easy-going camaraderie. wall street #1 (to the third guy) ryan, am i crazy? tell him what you saw. but the third wall street guy isn't paying his friends any attention. he has his eyes set on the young woman sitting across from him, reading her book. wall street #3 (to the girl) hey. you want some french fries? 32. he holds out his mcdonald's bag and shakes it to get her attention. the other two share a look. joker watches from his seat. wall street #3 hello? i'm talking to you. you want some fries? she looks up and shakes her head, polite smile. young woman no thank you. the other two guys crack up at this apparent blow-off. the third wall street guy shakes his head, embarrassed, and starts softly flinging fries at the young woman. wall street #3 you sure? they're really good. she just buries her face deeper in her book-- wall street #2 don't ignore him. he's being nice to you. one of the french fries lands in her hair. she looks down toward joker, looking to see if he's going to do something or say something-- joker just sits there nervous. not sure what to do, or even if he wants to do anything at all. and he just bursts out laughing. he covers his mouth with his hand as they continue to harass the woman. they all look over-- what the fuck is this clown laughing at? wall street #1 something funny, asshole? with their attention diverted, the young woman rushes out through the door between subway cars, glancing back at joker before she goes-- wall street #3 (shouts after her) bitch! joker laughs even harder through his hand. the wall street guys turn to him sitting by himself at the end of the car-- 33. joker sees them staring. looks down at the ground, hand still covering his mouth, face turning red. subway swaying, lights flickering on and off. beat. one of the guys heads down the car toward joker, starts singing "send in the clowns" as he approaches-- wall street #1 (singing) isn't it rich? are we a pair? me here, at last on the ground you in mid-air send in the clowns. the others crack up and follow after him. the guy plops down next to joker, puts his arm around his shoulder as he sings-- joker (shakes his head, stifling the laughter) please. don't. wall street #1 (continues singing to him) isn't it bliss? don't you approve? one who keeps tearing around, one who can't move. joker starts to get up-- the lead guy pulls him back down. wall street #1 where are the clowns? there ought to be clowns. as he finishes the song, joker's laughing fit is coming to an end. one of the other guys sits down on the other side of him. he's now sandwiched in between them-- wall street #2 so tell us, buddy. what's so fucking 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-- 34. 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, asshole. 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-- 35. 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! 36. 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-- 37. joker hi. do you like to laugh? water dripping, white grease paint running off his face-- joker remember how i told you that i'm a stand-up comedian? (again) hi. how are you? beat. 41 int. apartment building, lobby - later 41 joker enters his building with great urgency. no time for the elevator, he takes the stairs. two at a time. he races up the stairwell. 42 int. hallway, apartment building - continuous 42 when he gets to his floor, instead of making a left toward his apartment-- he makes a right, toward sophie's. he stops at her door. out of breath. knocks. he hears footsteps. quickly pulls the folded-up flyer out of his pocket. the peephole in the door goes dark and then light again. he hears locks unlocking. sophie opens the door halfway-- joker looks down at his feet-- joker hi. do you like to laugh? sophie what? joker (continuing without taking a breath) remember the other day when i told you about my stand-up comedy. well, i'm doing a set next thursday and i'm inviting a bunch of my friends and i was wondering if maybe you wanted to come and check it out. 38. he reaches out to give sophie the flyer, she opens the door wider-- he notices her face, sees her eyes are red. joker were you crying? why are you crying? beat. sophie i had a bad day. joker i'm sorry. i, i didn't-- sophie it's okay. how would you know. joker what happened? sophie i got fired. from the bank. joker takes a deep breath and smiles without realizing it, hoping he doesn't start to laugh. joker what for? sophie because,-- i don't know. it doesn't fucking matter. i don't know what i'm gonna do. and she starts crying again. joker doesn't move. just stands in the doorway awkward. joker (finally) okay. well, all the info is right there on the flyer. he starts to walk away, then turns back to her-- joker you know they say laughter is the best medicine. sophie wipes her eyes and manages a smile. sophie is that what they say? 39. joker just nods yes and walks back toward his mother's apartment. 43 int. dept. of health, office - morning 43 joker sits across from the same social worker from the opening scene. same depressing office. she stares at him for a beat, clearly annoyed. social worker we spoke about this last time, arthur. you're supposed to bring your journal with you. joker well i didn't think you were going to read it. social worker you said it didn't bother you. joker i lied. everything bothers me. social worker what about it bothered you? joker it's personal. it's my private thoughts. plus it contains original comedy material that i don't feel comfortable handing over to you. she looks at him and shakes her head. not in the mood to deal with this. social worker arthur, i have some bad news for you. he looks up, intrigued. social worker they've cut our funding. we're closing down our offices next week. he looks around, just noticing some moving boxes stacked against the wall. joker so where will we be meeting? 40. social worker we won't be. the city's cut funding across the board. social services is part of that. joker nods, not hating the idea. joker okay. social worker they don't give a shit about people like you, arthur. you don't have a voice and they don't really care what happens to you or to us for that matter. he sits there for a moment. and then it dawns on him-- joker how am i gonna get my medication? beat. 44 int. mom's apartment, kitchen - morning 44 close on a couple of pills, as they get crushed up. close on the residue, as it's sprinkled on top of a bowl of oatmeal. mom (os) happy! come in here. thomas wayne is on tv. joker takes a couple of pills for himself. looks inside. not many left. he looks over at the orange cat sitting on the counter, purring loudly, watching him. mom (os) quick! come. 45 int. mom's bedroom, apartment - continuous 45 joker walks in carrying her breakfast. she waves him over to her bed. mom they're interviewing him about those horrible murders on the subway last week. 41. joker why are they talking to him? his mother shushes him. joker sits on the end of the bed next to her. it's one of those "good morning, gotham" shows. thomas wayne (on tv) --as you know, jerry, all three of them worked at wayne investments, and they were the best of the best. solid young men. a small smirk registers on joker's face when photos of the three wall street guys come up on the screen. thomas wayne (on tv) and while i didn't know them personally, like all wayne employees, past and present, they were family. joker's mom perks up at that-- mom you hear that! i told you. we're family. angle on television, footage of graffiti around the city. "kill the rich" spray painted on a storefront. "f ck wall street" written on a subway wall. "resist" scrawled across a billboard. "good morning" host (on tv) there now seems to be a groundswell of anti-rich sentiment in the city. it's almost as if our less fortunate residents have taken the side of the killer. thomas wayne (on tv) yes and it's a shame. it's one of the reasons i'm considering a run for mayor. gotham has lost its way. "good morning" host (on tv) are you announcing your candidacy? thomas wayne (on tv) (smiles) no comment. we hear his mother gasp, excited. 42. "good morning" host (on tv) what about the eyewitness report of the suspect being a man in clown make-up or a clown mask-- care to comment on that? joker leans in, intrigued. the camera zooms in closer to thomas wayne on the screen... thomas wayne (on tv) it makes total sense to me. what kind of coward would do something that cold-blooded? someone who hides behind a mask. someone who's envious of those more fortunate than themselves, yet too scared to show their own face. (to camera) and until that jealousy ends, those of us who've made a good life for ourselves will always look at those who haven't as nothing but clowns. cut to: 46 int. comedy club, backstage hallway - night 46 joker's pov, slowly walking down the hall -- as if in slow motion -- toward a curtain at the end, spotlight bleeding through, other wannabe comics looking at him as he passes-- close on joker, eyeing the others, sweat beading on his forehead-- he gets to the curtain, the light, pulls his worn joke- notebook out of his back pocket. glancing into the room he sees it's a pretty good crowd. sees sophie taking a seat in the back. wheeling back into the dark hallway, he catches his breath in the shadows-- and starts banging his head back against the wall-- he hears the emcee from the stage. emcee (os) this next comic describes himself as a lifelong gotham resident who from a young age was always told that "his purpose in life was to bring joy and laughter into this cold, dark world." ummm. okay. 43. he hears the crowd laugh. emcee (os) please help me welcome arthur fleck! there is a smattering of applause. cut to: joker stepping on stage, out under the spotlight, lifts the microphone in front of his mouth, the light so bright he can't see faces in the dark audience, his hand trembling holding onto his worn notebook-- he takes a deep breath, looks out at the dark crowd, and opens his mouth. and starts to laugh. his eyes go wide. god no, not now. a terrified look comes to his face under the laughter. he just keeps laughing. the crowd is just staring back at him. finally he composes himself-- joker (trying to stop himself from laughing) -- good evening, hello. (deep breath; trying to stop laughing) good to be here. (keeps cracking up) i, i hated school as a kid. but my mother would always say,-- (bad imitation of his mom, still laughing) "you should enjoy it. one day you'll have to work for a living." (laughs) "no i won't, ma. i'm gonna be a comedian!" dead silence. except for joker, who's still cracking up. cut to: 47 ext. comedy club, chinatown street - night 47 joker and sophie walking out of the club after the show, the audience trickles out around them. nobody looking in joker's direction, nobody says anything to him, maybe one or two even cracking up at him behind his back. garbage bags crowding the narrow street, lit up by the bright signs. 44. joker and sophie walk a ways without saying a word. awkward silence. then-- joker so, did you laugh? really couldn't see much from up there. sophie pauses, doesn't know what to say. she lights up a cigarette. sophie (trying to be nice) of course. yeah. you couldn't hear anything? joker all i heard was my heart pounding. sophie it was good. i really needed to get out of my apartment so, thanks. (beat) what happened to the rest of your friends? joker what friends? sophie didn't you say some of your friends were coming? joker (he forgot; recovers) yeah, i decided not to invite them. as a performer sometimes you want to see how a "real" crowd reacts. people who don't already love me, or, or have a notion of who i am, you know? sophie (nodding) yeah. i get that. joker smiles at the connection. they walk past a newsstand-- a wall of chinese language newspapers mixed with local papers and tabloids, screaming headlines about the three wall street guys gunned down on the train. joker stops and stares at the headlines-- 45. close on headlines, "subway vigilante"... "yuppie slaughter" "killer clown on the loose?"... sophie (os) (re: the headlines) you believe that shit? joker yeah,-- i don't know how something like that happens. sophie please. i'll bet you five bucks those rich assholes deserved it. he turns to her. joker you think? sophie look at their faces. those smug smiles. i've seen that look. fuck them. sophie flicks her cigarette away and starts walking. sophie the guy who did it is a hero. three less pricks in gotham city. woo- hoo! only a million more to go. joker watches her walk for a beat. joker (calls out to her) hey. you want to get some coffee? sophie turns around and smiles. she looks great, even in front of the mounds of garbage bags that line the sidewalk. an ambulance screams by, sirens blaring as sophie says something that joker doesn't hear. she keeps walking. joker chases after her and trips over a tin garbage can lid-- clang. clang. he falls down flat on his face. sophie turns and bursts out laughing. she can't help but laugh. it's the first time she's laughed all night. 46. 48 int. szechuan ace restaurant, table - night 48 table covered with plates of half-eaten chinese food. joker and sophie sitting across from each other, middle of conversation. crowded room, brightly lit, looks more like a casino. almost everybody eating there is chinese. it's loud. sophie --i'm telling you, it's across the board. wall street, the banks, politicians. they've been making a killing for years. fuck them. joker takes a moment to think about what she said. joker i don't know. sophie what don't you know? joker not all of them are awful. take someone like thomas wayne for example. he's a hero. sophie oh c'mon, he's the worst! joker is taken aback-- joker sophie, he's the only one who can save this city. sophie you can't be serious!? he's a complete narcissist. brags about his money. meanwhile, the rest of us can barely make rent. or feed our kids. joker nods. thinking about it. then-- joker what happened? sophie with what? 47. joker with your job. at the bank? sophie (suddenly uncomfortable) oh. yeah, i was, um,-- joker we don't have to talk about it. beat. sophie have you ever been fired before? joker thinks it over for a moment. joker every time. sophie and have you ever wanted to torch the place? joker (thinks it over again) every time. sophie smiles. sophie right. and this was like the first good job i had in like, years. not waitressing or anything like that. it was 9-5. i had benefits. you know what that means when you have a kid? joker just looks at her, he doesn't really know what that means. he just smiles. sophie but from the very first day, the manager guy starts smiling at me, whispering in my ear, touching me, trying to get me to sleep with him-- joker (interrupting) did you do it? did you go to bed with him? 48. sophie fuck no. the guy's a fucking pig. so finally i complained to his boss, and they fired me... and now, now i don't know what to do with myself. joker right. wait, what do you mean? sophie i finally felt good. like i had a future. a purpose. and now i don't even know how i'm gonna pay my rent. and joker starts laughing. he puts a hand over his mouth trying to cover it, but he can't stop cracking up-- it's unsettling and disturbing for sophie. people eating, waiters in red vests, busboys, all look over and stare at him. a few laugh. joker turns away embarrassed, he looks out the plate-glass window, face turning red from laughing so hard-- as he looks out, he sees a group of rowdy kids walking down the street. one of them glances back before he turns the corner-- he's wearing a clown mask that looks just joker's clown face. and then he's gone. the group disappears around the corner-- joker can't believe his eyes, still laughing-- he turns to sophie who didn't see them. just sits there awkwardly waiting for it to stop. finally, it subsides-- joker (catching his breath) i'm sorry. i have this thing-- sophie i know. awkward beat. sophie how did you get it? joker i don't know. i read you can get it from a brain injury or, or a lesion in there. my mom said i was born this way. born laughing. 49. sophie is that why she calls you happy? joker kind of. that actually started when i was a kid. the other kids made fun of me, called me happy-- but not in a good way. i got so sick of it, one day when i was about ten, i, i,-- he smiles. sophie what? joker i took a razor and cut this smile onto my face. (she's taken aback as he points to the scars) sort of like "you want happy? here, how's this for happy?" he looks down, still smiling. she just watches him for a beat. sophie you okay? joker i've been thinking about this night my whole life. they just sit there for a beat. quiet. 49 int. mom's apartment, living room - night 49 joker opening the door to his mother's apartment, holding a doggie bag in his hand, sees the flickering blue light of the tv on in the living room, hears the end of "live with murray franklin!" he locks the locks, drawing the security chain high on the door. turns to catch a glimpse of his mother passed out in the living room, the cat jumping up next to her on the chair. joker watches for a beat as murray does his signature sign off, the one he's been doing for years-- 50. murray franklin (on tv) (looking into camera) good night! and always remember,-- that's life. joker (quietly) "that's life." he hears don ellis and his jazz orchestra playing the show's closing song-- the instrumental version of frank sinatra's "that's life". as the music continues, joker puts his face up against his mom's nose, to see if she's breathing or if she's dead. he feels her breath against his cheek. now he picks his mother up in his arms and carries her into her bedroom to the music, almost as if he's dancing with her as he leaves the room... we stay behind. "that's life" still playing from tv. he comes back into the living room and turns off the tv. takes off his jacket and throws it on the couch. notices something sticking out of his jacket pocket. he pulls it out. it's the envelope he was supposed to deliver to thomas wayne. he stares at it for a beat. and then-- quietly rips it open, starts to read the letter: close on words, "dearest thomas, i don't know where else to turn..." "need your help..." "you have a son. we have a son. his name is arthur." stops reading, stays on-- "you have a son." joker staring down at the letter, reading those words over and over again -- "you have a son." cut to: 51. 50 int. mom's bedroom, apartment - early morning 50 joker's sitting in a chair in his mother's room watching her sleep. he has clearly been up all night. still wearing the same clothes. he's holding her letter in his hand as the sun is just starting to rise outside the windows, light just beginning to crack the gloom. the orange cat sits at his feet staring up at him, won't take her eyes off of him. joker impatiently sits there for another moment waiting for his mother to wake up, then suddenly-- shrieks out at the top of his lungs like a teapot, kicking his back on the chair like an excited toddler-- his mother wakes with a start, looking around half asleep and confused-- joker turns and sees the cat run out of the room-- mom --what, what time is it? he doesn't answer. mom what happened? did you hurt yourself again? joker holds her letter up in his hand. joker what is this? how come you never told me? mom is, is that my letter? is that my letter, happy? joker how could you not tell me, ma? mom you told me you dropped it off. you have no right opening my mail. who do you think you are? joker (raising his voice; excited) (more) 52. joker (cont'd) apparently i'm thomas wayne's son! how could you keep that from me? his mother slowly getting up out of bed. mom stop yelling at me, you're gonna kill me, give me a heart attack! she goes into the bathroom. joker (shouts after her) i'm not yelling! i'm just, excited. how can any of this be real!? how can thomas wayne be my father? mom (os) (shouts back from behind the door) i'm not talking to you until you calm down. joker sits for a minute then gets up and goes to her bathroom door. talks to his mother from the behind the closed door. joker (lowers his voice; trying to sound calm) okay. how's this, mom? better? will you please talk to me? joker leans in closer to the door. leaning against it with just his head-- joker please. mom (os) he is an extraordinary man, arthur. we had a connection. i was so beautiful then. we were in love. joker just leans there, listening. he closes his eyes, it's all too much. mom (os) his wife could see it. she was jealous from the moment i started working there. she fired me before i even knew i was pregnant with you. (hear her crying now) (more) 53. mom (os) (cont'd) and, i never told him or anybody because, well, you can imagine what people would say about thomas and me, and, and what they would say about you. joker (eyes still closed, head leaning against the door) what would they say, ma? mom (os) that i was a whore, and thomas wayne was a fornicator, and that you're a little, unwanted bastard. and the bathroom door suddenly swings open, and joker falls face first into the bathroom-- just missing his mother, crashing down onto the floor-- cut to: 51 ext. boardwalk, amusement mile - morning 51 joker heads down the boardwalk toward ha-ha's, a bounce in his step. looming behind him like the skeletons of monsters, a sprawling rickety-looking wooden roller coaster and the gigantic steel wonder wheel in the amusement park by the ocean. sound of waves crashing, seagulls squawking. 52 int. ha-ha's talent booking, locker room - morning 52 joker walks into the locker room, sees randall half-dressed for work, red nose, big pants, big shoes, no wig yet, sitting with gary, two other clowns and a magician around the small table, shooting the shit, drinking coffee. they nod hello at joker or give him a perfunctory wave, most of his co-workers think he's a freak. gary hey art, i heard what happened-- i'm sorry man. randall yeah, hoyt did you wrong, buddy. doesn't seem fair. 54. joker looks hard at randall for a moment, just slowly nods, and continues on to his locker. he starts to clean it out, stuffing all of his clown gear into an old brown paper shopping bag. hears them talking about him behind his back, about why he got fired, laughing at him-- ha-ha clown #1 (os) did you really bring a gun to the kid's hospital, artie? what the fuck would you do that for? joker doesn't answer them, just continues emptying his locker, a bag of balloons, a magic wand, some trick flowers-- ha-ha clown #2 no, i heard he pulled it out and waved it around like a cowboy. his co-workers crack up. joker answers the guy without looking back-- joker it was a prop gun. and i didn't pull it out, it fell out. magician so is that part of your new act? if your singing doesn't do the trick, you just gonna shoot yourself? more laughter. ha-ha clown #2 i thought jingles was a lover not a fighter. joker turns and looks at all of them, nods at randall-- joker why don't you ask randall about it? it was his idea. gary (to randall) since when do you use a prop gun? randall what? i don't. stop talking outta your ass, art! (to the guys) (more) 55. randall (cont'd) i think all his stupid laughing musta scrambled his brain or something. the guys laugh and keep jawing. joker doesn't say anything. just finishes packing his bag and closes his locker door-- 53 ext. ha-ha's, back alley - amusement mile boardwalk - morning 53 joker exits the back door holding onto his brown shopping bag under his arm, starts down the alley. behind him, randall hustles out and chases down the alley after him, still half-dressed for work. randall (calling out) art! hold up,-- as he catches up with joker his red nose falls off, but he's so out of breath he doesn't realize he lost it-- randall what the fuck was that about? beat. joker what? randall why would you say that? that, that it was my idea. joker just looks back at randall. sees his red styrofoam nose bouncing down the alley behind him. joker ... randall you don't get it, do you, buddy, that shit that went down on the subway, that's no joke. they got clown sketches on the front of every fucking paper. it's just a matter of time before the cops come around. beat. joker i don't know anything about it. 56. randall (leans in close; lowers his voice) art, you know you're my boy. i'm not gonna say shit. i just hope you got rid of that gun. that can't come back on me, okay? joker randall, i didn't shoot anybody. that wasn't me. and i don't have time for this, i got somebody real important i gotta go see. joker turns to go-- randall you know they're sellin' masks. joker (turning back around) what? randall they're selling masks of your clown face,-- based off the description i guess. it's like a thing now. joker what are you talking about? randall there's a lot of people in this city who are happy you did what you did. if you did it. joker randall. your nose. randall what? randall touches his face. realizes his nose is not there. joker points to randall's clown nose tumbling back down the alley. and randall hustles after it, chasing after his red nose blowing skipping away in the wind-- 54 int. metro train (moving) - countryside, outside gotham - 54 next afternoon close on new "killer clown" sketch on front page of that day's tabloid, a more detailed drawing. 57. headline, "killer clown still on the loose!" sub-head, "'kill the rich' -- a new movement?" angle on joker looking down at his notebook, staring at a photograph of thomas wayne ripped out from a magazine, taped to a page. he glances at his distorted reflection in the window, takes his hand and parts his hair to the side, more like thomas wayne's hair. maybe there is a resemblance. wider angle, train is packed with wealthy white businessmen and a couple businesswomen heading home after work, many of them reading the same tabloid. the "killer clown" sketch of joker's clown face dots the train. no empty seats -- except the one next to joker. 55 int. taxi cab (moving), countryside - afternoon 55 joker in the back of a taxi staring out at the countryside, at the trees and green grass and blue sky and open spaces whizzing by. the sun is getting low, bathing everything in a golden light. he doesn't see garbage anywhere. 56 ext. wayne manor, front lawn - magic hour 56 joker walking along an intimidating wrought iron fence, surrounding the estate like prison bars, the brown paper shopping bag stuffed under his arm. the big house set up a small hill, evergreens dot the lush grounds. as he walks around looking for the front entrance, joker catches a glimpse of an innocent looking eight-year-old boy tracking him from behind the trees, hiding as he follows. joker stops. he sees the boy stop behind a tree. joker continues walking until he gets to the front gate. he digs into his bag and pulls out the magic wand-- he holds it up for the boy to see. the boy steps out from behind a tree to get a closer look. joker puts the brown bag down on the ground, looks over the wand, pretending like he's trying to figure out what it does. he waves the wand over the front gate lock to "try and see" if it will open-- it doesn't. 58. the little boy walks down toward the fence, face like an angel. joker waits until he gets closer and then reaches his hand through the fence and hands the kid his magic wand so he can try and figure out what it does-- the boy takes the wand and it goes limp in his hand before he can wave it-- he laughs, surprised. he hands it back to joker. the boys sees joker's face up close, staring at his scarred smile-- joker straightens the wand back out, and reaches in through the fence again so the kid can give it another try. and again the magic wand droops in the boy's hand. he laughs and gives it back to joker-- joker examines the wand as if its "broken", stiffens it one last time, crouches down lower, and... ta-da! a bouquet of flowers bursts out the end of the wand-- joker smiles and hands him the wand bouquet of flowers-- the little boy takes the flowers. keeps staring at joker, at the scars around his mouth. now, he reaches his hand out through the fence and touches joker's face, tracing his finger around the edges of joker's mouth, over his scarred smile-- joker closes his eyes -- embarrassed -- but it feels good to him, nobody ever touches him besides his mother. he starts to smile, when a man's voice shatters the moment-- alfred (os) (shouting; slight english accent) bruce! what are you doing? get away from that man. the little boy pulls his hand back. turns and runs away-- joker looks up and sees a balding, tired-looking, alfred pennyworth (50's) bounding down the hill toward them. joker stands back up. 59. alfred (still shouting) what are you doing? who are you? little bruce runs behind alfred, hiding behind his legs. joker my name's arthur. i'm here to see mr. wayne-- alfred (interrupting) you shouldn't be talking to his son. why did you give him those flowers? alfred takes the flower-wand away from the kid-- joker i, i was just trying to make him laugh. he hands it back to joker. alfred well it's not funny. do i need to call the police? joker no, please. my mother's name is penny fleck. she used to work here, years ago. can you tell mr. wayne that i need to see him? alfred (color drains from his face; beat) you're her son? joker did you know her? alfred doesn't say anything. joker puts his face right up against the bars, whispers so the boy can't hear him-- joker you don't need to cover for them. i'm sure mrs. wayne was very upset when she found out. 60. alfred there was nothing to find out about. your mother was, was delusional. she was a sick woman. joker no. no, just let me speak to mr. wayne. now alfred leans in closer to joker, almost looks like he feels some pity for him-- alfred please just go, before you make a fool of yourself. beat. joker (blurts out) thomas wayne is my father-- alfred looks at joker, and can't help but crack up laughing at him. and joker reaches through the bars and grabs him. pulls him in close, trying to choke him, still holding the wand of flowers in one hand-- as he chokes alfred, joker sees little bruce, wide-eyed in the shadows, looking out at him in horror. joker stops. lets go of alfred... takes off running back down the street away from wayne manor, magic wand in hand, leaving the rest of his clown gear behind. cut to: 57 ext. lower east side, streets - night 57 joker's back in his part of town, garbage everywhere here. the neighborhood at night is alive. loud kids on the street corners... a drunk seemingly fights no one... hookers working the street... he hears a wailing siren... as joker turns the corner, he sees an ambulance parked in front of his building. lights flashing. hit with a sense of dread, he runs toward the building-- 61. 58 ext. street, apartment building - night 58 a small crowd of gawkers have gathered around watching the drama unfold. shouting and laughing, loud dance music blaring out an open window, feels like an impromptu block party. joker runs up, sees his mother being wheeled down the front steps unconscious on a stretcher, an emt holding an oxygen bag on her face. two detectives in plain suits following behind them. it's a chaotic scene. from above, joker pushing through the crowd, rushes to his mother's side. we don't hear what he says to the paramedics over the music and the crowd, just see them nod okay and joker follow after them into the back of the ambulance-- 59 int. city ambulance, back (parked) - night 59 joker looking out the back doors as they start to shut close-- catches a glimpse of sophie, coming out of the building. he stares at her through the small back door window. casually waves at her, trying to connect with her-- joker sees the two detectives approaching sophie as the ambulance pulls away. speeding away down the street, siren wailing-- cut to: 60 int. city hospital, emergency treatment room - night 60 joker's standing near the doorway of a large overcrowded treatment room. watching a sleep-deprived er resident (late 20's), and an emergency nurse start to intubate his mother. he hears shouts and cries of pain from around the crowded room. joker turns away when he sees them insert a thin endotracheal tube into her mouth and down through her larynx. it makes him gag-- 61 ext. city hospital, er - night 61 joker sits on a bench outside the bustling emergency room. he's getting some fresh air, but he picked a weird spot to do it. he watches the sick and dying being rushed through the glass doors. opening and closing. this happens in the background throughout the scene. 62. the two detectives walk up to joker, interrupting him watching the doors. gotham police detectives, garrity (50's), grey hair, and burke (30's), his partner. det. garrity mr. fleck, sorry to bother you, i'm detective garrity, this is my partner detective burke. joker looks up at them. doesn't say anything. det. garrity we had a few questions for you, but you weren't home. so we spoke to your mother. joker you did this to her? det. garrity what? no. we just asked her some questions and she started getting hysterical-- hyperventilating, trouble speaking-- then she collapsed. hit her head pretty hard. joker they told me she had a stroke. beat. det. garrity sorry to hear that. and joker bursts out laughing, he can't stop it. the detectives are taken aback. they don't know what to make of him laughing. they share a look. det. burke (confused) i'm lost. is something funny? joker (laughter choking up in his throat) no i,-- i have a, a-- tears rolling down his face, he takes out one of his cards and hands it to det. burke. burke glances over the card, a skeptical look on his face. 63. det. burke okay. but we have some questions for you. det. garrity about those subway killings from a few weeks ago. joker pauses for a moment, his laughter subsiding. he holds his breath. joker i don't know anything about that. det. garrity we have an eyewitness who described a white male, about 6 feet tall, in clown make up. or a clown mask. spoke to your boss at ha-ha's, mr. vaughn, and he said you were on a job the day of the shooting. joker's still holding his breath, he nods yes. det. garrity (just continues) he also said you got fired that day,-- for bringing a gun into the children's hospital. and joker cracks up again, his laughter coming back harder-- he covers his mouth with his hand, shaking his head no, his face now turning red. det. garrity you weren't fired? joker catches his breath as the intensity of his laughter starts to wane, petering out. joker not for having a gun. that was prop gun. part of my act. joker's laughter finally stops for good. det. burke so why were you fired? joker they said i wasn't funny. the detectives share another look. 64. joker stands up. joker now, if you don't mind, i have to go back and look after my mother. detective burke steps close to him, holds up the card that joker handed him-- det. burke hey lemme ask you a question? this condition of yours,-- is this real or is this like some sorta clown thing? joker clown thing? det. burke i mean, is it part of your act? joker what do you think? and joker walks away-- heads for the sliding glass doors. only the motion detector doesn't engage-- and he slams right into the glass door. hard. he bounces back. 62 int. hallway, nurse's station - city hospital - night 62 joker walking down the hallway, er flooded with the poor and uninsured. overwhelmed doctors and nurses trying their best to keep up. he stops at the busy nurse's station, and stands there for a moment, trying to get a nurse's attention-- joker excuse me, i was wondering how i could check my mother out of here? one of the nurses at the desk looks up at him, seems slightly annoyed. er nurse what's your mother's name? joker penny fleck. i'd like to take her home. 65. the sleep-deprived er resident who was working on his mother overhears joker, comes over to talk to him with a clipboard in his hand. joker recognizes him-- er resident mr. fleck, your mother had a stroke. it's very serious. you can't "check her out." she's gonna be here for at least a week. joker she's not gonna wanna stay that long. she doesn't like hospitals. or doctors. er resident i'm sorry to hear that. but she can't just leave. joker i don't like hospitals either. beat. the resident just nods okay. looks down at his clipboard-- er resident listen, i wanted to talk you about something we noticed in her tox report. we found heavy traces of multiple medications in her system. joker okay. thanks. he turns to go, but the resident continues-- er resident one of them's perphenazine. it's a...
seanvictorydawn seanvictorydawn
one of them's perphenazine. it's a
powerful anti-psychotic. if she was
taking that regularly and then
suddenly stopped, the withdrawal
could have contributed to her
stroke. did you notice any


er resident
withdrawal symptoms. nausea...
anxiety... hallucinations.

joker shakes his head, no.

er resident
do you know how long she's been
taking it?

joker shakes his head no again, leans in closer to the

can you tell me what those symptoms
are again?

cut to:

63 int. patient bay, emergency treatment room - night 63

close on tv, murray franklin is in the middle of doing his

murray franklin (on tv)
so i told my youngest son, tommy,
remember he's the 'not so bright'
i told him that the garbage strike
is still going on. and he says, and
i'm not kidding, tommy says, "so
where are we gonna get all our
garbage from?"

murray franklin cracks up at his own joke. studio audience

joker laughs, lying in bed next to his unconscious mother in
the large overcrowded treatment room.

blue curtain dividers separate the bays. he's watching the
show on a tv bolted high on the wall. he glances over at his
mother, laughing over the sounds of her labored breath, the
pain and suffering of those around him.

he looks back up at the television.

murray franklin (on tv)
and finally, in a world where
everyone thinks they could do my
job, we got this videotape from the
gotham comedy club. here's a guy
who thinks if you just keep
laughing, it'll somehow make you
funny. check out this joker.

extreme close on tv, grainy video of joker's stand-up
performance. joker on stage smiling behind the microphone,
under the harsh spotlight.

joker watching himself on tv, his jaw drops--

joker (on tv)
(trying to stop himself
from laughing)
-- good evening, hello.
(deep breath; trying to
stop laughing)
good to be here.
(keeps cracking up)
i, i hated school as a kid. but my
mother would always say,--
(bad imitation of his mom,
still laughing)
"you should enjoy it. one day
you'll have to work for a living."
"no i won't, ma. i'm gonna be a

back to murray franklin shaking his head, trying not to

murray franklin (on tv)
you should have listened to your

the studio audience erupts into laughter.

angle on joker, watching murray franklin make fun of him on
tv. he gets up and starts walking toward the tv set as if in
a trance. unsure if this is really happening.

murray franklin (on tv)
one more, bernie. let's see one
more. i love this guy.

the tape continues of joker at the comedy club.

joker (on tv)
it's funny, when i was a little boy
and told people i wanted to be a
comedian, everyone laughed at me.
(opens his arms like a big
well no one is laughing now.

dead silence. nobody is laughing. not even him.

cut back close on murray franklin, just shaking his head.

murray franklin (on tv)
you can say that again, pal!

murray cracks up and the studio audience laughs along with

close on joker, looking up at the television, hearing them
all laughing at him.


jump cut:

joker is dragging a chair to the television set.

in a rage, he gets up on the chair and tries to pull the tv
out of the wall, as the show continues to play--

but the set is firmly secured to the wall, and joker pulls so
hard the chair flips from underneath him and he goes flying
up the air, crashing down hard onto the floor.

64 int. cafeteria, city hospital - early morning 64

joker walks with a plastic tray of food. some runny eggs and
a coffee. he keeps his head down so no one can see his face.
there are a few doctors and nurses sitting and chatting at
one table. a group of orderlies are sitting together at
another table.

he goes and sits down in the far corner, far away from
everyone else. sees a tabloid newspaper left on the table,
and picks it up to read so he doesn't seem so alone.

angle on front page headline, "thomas wayne announces run",
over a full-page campaign-style photograph of thomas wayne
waving to a crowd standing next to his wife, martha (50's), a
severe looking, well-preserved former model, and little bruce
wayne standing in front of them. photo catches bruce looking
into camera, eyes wide, scared by the crowd.

sub-headline reads, "protest planned at wayne hall opening

joker stares at the family photo.

close on bruce wayne in photo, joker's fingers ripping his
picture out of the front page.

young doctor (os)
-- i'm sorry to bother you, but can
you settle an argument for us?

close on joker looking up, interrupted from ripping out the
picture. one young doctor and two nurses are standing around
him. we stay with joker, don't see their faces. just their
bodies, all dressed in green scrubs, uniforms.

excuse me?

young doctor (os)
you were the guy on murray franklin
last night, right?

he hears the nurses giggle.

no, sorry. wasn't me.

nurse #1 (os)
of course it was you. you were the

young doctor (os)
except you weren't funny. you
didn't tell any jokes.

he hears the nurses giggle again.

stay close on joker, getting upset. he just shakes his head.

i don't know what you're talking

young doctor (os)
no. it was definitely you, buddy.
you're the guy who couldn't stop
laughing. murray killed you.

more laughter. joker looks up at them.

if i were you, i'd walk away from
this table before i strangle all
three of you with that fucking
stethoscope hanging from your neck.


65 ext. center for performing arts, wayne hall - uptown - dusk

joker crosses a busy street heading to the center for
performing arts. light falling. storm clouds gathering.

joker stops when he sees--

a crowd of protesters screaming and shouting in front of
wayne hall, behind steel barricades. many wearing joker's
"clown face" mask... a few wave homemade signs, "clown for
mayor"... "kill the rich"... "mr. wayne, am i a clown?"

a line of policemen and security guards stand between the
crowd and the lit-up white marble building.

joker watches the protest for a moment, then continues across
the street. it starts to rain.

66 ext. wayne hall, front entrance - evening 66

a fight breaks out between a "clown" masked protester and two
cops. the crowd goes crazy, pushing through the barricades
toward the building in the driving rain. the police and wayne
hall security fight to keep them out--

amidst all the chaos, we glimpse joker slipping into the
building unnoticed--

67 int. lobby, wayne hall - evening 67

joker walks through the massive multi-level lobby. it's
completely empty since the performance has already begun and
whatever security was available is outside helping the police
deal with the protesters.

he looks up in awe at the crystal chandeliers... the shiny,
marble floor beneath his feet. he's never seen anything this
opulent in his entire life.

68 int. back of theater, wayne hall - evening 68

joker making his way through the dark shadows along the back
wall of the auditorium, looking for thomas wayne in the sold-
out black-tie audience--

he catches bits of chaplin's modern times projected on a
screen behind the gotham philharmonic playing the silent
movie's score... the tramp roller skating blindfolded on a
date with the gamin (paulette goddard) in a department store.

he continues moving along the wall from aisle-to-aisle
looking for thomas wayne...

the audience laughs as the tramp skates blindfolded, skirting
along the edge of a balcony with no rail, orchestra playing
the bouncy score. joker can't find thomas wayne in the dark--

he moves to the top of the next aisle, pausing to watch more
of the film. suddenly somebody bumps into joker--

he looks up and sees it's one of thomas wayne's two security
guards, escorting thomas wayne out of the auditorium--

joker turns and watches them lead him out. behind joker on
screen, the tramp is rescued by the girl before he falls off
the edge, orchestra swelling--

69 int. lobby, wayne hall - continuous 69

joker peeks his head out of the auditorium, sees thomas wayne
heading into the men's room, his two security guards waiting
by the door, still hear the orchestra playing the score--

joker glances back into the auditorium--

sees a lobby broom and upright dustpan tucked in the back

70 int. hallway, men's room - wayne hall - seconds later 70

joker's sweeping up the hallway with his head down, hear the
orchestra playing the melancholy "smile" from the film's
score. he sweeps along to the music like emmett kelly's
famous hobo clown... sweeping around the two security guards'
feet... annoyed, they move a bit away from the bathroom
door... and don't give joker a second look as he heads

71 int. men's room, wayne hall - continuous 71

joker sweeps his way into the cavernous, black & white tiled
bathroom, ornate gold fixtures. it's empty save for thomas
wayne peeing at the far end of a long line of urinals.

joker takes a deep breath, and walks down the line of urinals
right up next to thomas wayne--

he stands there for a beat while thomas urinates, lobby broom
and upright dustpan in hand--

thomas wayne
(glances over; annoyed)
can i help you, pal?

what? yeah. no i, i--

thomas wayne
you need to get in here or

thomas wayne finishes and zips his fly back up. joker is not
sure what to say to him, just says--

dad. it's me.


but thomas wayne doesn't hear him, he was flushing the
urinal. he walks toward the sink.

thomas wayne
excuse me?

joker follows after him.

my name is arthur. i'm penny's son.
i know you didn't know about me,
and i don't want anything from you.
well... maybe a hug.

and joker smiles, it's all very emotional for him. thomas
looks over at him like he's fucking crazy.

thomas wayne
jesus? you're the guy who came by
my house yesterday.

joker nods, relieved he finally broke through.

yes. but they wouldn't let me in,
wouldn't let me see you. so i came
here. i have so many questions.

thomas wayne just laughs to himself and turns on the gold
faucets at one of the sinks.

thomas wayne
look pal, i'm not your father.
what's wrong with you?

how do you know?

thomas wayne just keeps washing his hands, doesn't even look
over at joker.

thomas wayne
cause you were adopted. and i never
fucked your mother. what do you
want from me, money?

no. what? i wasn't adopted.

thomas starts drying his hands.

thomas wayne
she never told you? your mother
adopted you before she even started
working for us. she was arrested
when you were four years old and
committed to arkham state hospital.
she's batshit crazy.

joker starts to smile, feels a laugh coming on.

no. no, i don't believe that.

thomas finishes drying his hands. turns to joker, his tone
way more serious now.

thomas wayne
i don't really give a shit what you
(steps in closer)
but if you ever come to my house
again, if you ever talk to my son
again, if i ever even hear about
you again, i'll--

and joker cracks up laughing, interrupting his threat.
laughing right in his face--

thomas wayne
are you laughing at me?

joker's laughing so hard he can't answer.

thomas shoves joker hard up against the tiled wall, gripping
his neck with one hand. joker just cracks up louder, he drops
the dustpan and broom--

thomas wayne
you think this is funny?

thomas wayne's security guards bang open the door, rushing
into the bathroom when they hear the shouting--

they stop when they see thomas has joker jacked up against
the wall.

(tries shaking his head
no; still laughing and
no, no i have a con--

thomas wayne
(interrupting; raising his
is this a fucking joke to you?

and thomas wayne punches joker straight in the face with his
free hand, blood spraying from his nose--

72 ext. wayne hall, front entrance - plaza - night 72

the two security guards roughly throw joker out of the hall,
right in front of the drenched crowd of screaming protesters,
tv cameras and photographers now on hand, bulbs flashing--

joker knowing how to take a fall, plays it up in front of
this audience for all it's worth, tumbling end-over-end out
onto the plaza in the rain--

he rolls to his feet with a bit of panache and brushes
himself off like it was nothing.

the protesters go crazy, cheering and applauding his act--

and joker takes a deep dramatic bow. wet hair. bloody nose.

he turns and sees the security guards coming back out--

joker takes off running through the plaza in the downpour,
running out of the center for performing arts. turns down a
side street almost slipping--

and keeps running even though nobody's chasing after him.

we hear the familiar beats of the sugarhill gang's "apache"
as joker just keeps running and running.

73 int. apartment building, hallway - night 73

joker knocking on sophie's apartment door, "apache" blaring
inside. he's soaking wet, clothes clinging to his body.

there's no answer.

he knocks again. hard to hear anything over the loud music.

now he tries the door. it's unlocked.

74 int. sophie's apartment, front hall - continuous 74

joker walks into sophie's apartment, "apache" thumping,
lights dim.


walks into the dark living room, catches a glimpse of sophie,
naked riding on top of some guy on the couch--

the guy sees joker standing in the shadows and jumps. sophie
turns and sees joker as well. she screams--

75 int. hallway, apartment building - night 75

joker rushing for his mother's apartment.

behind him, the guy comes out half naked into the hallway,
zipping up his pants, screaming at joker--

joker doesn't look back, doesn't hear the guy yelling at him--

quickly opens the door to his mother's apartment and hurries

76 ext. arkham state hospital - morning 76

a gray, behemoth state hospital looming over the city block.
metal screens cover steel-framed windows. joker crosses the
street toward the building, eyes weary, he hasn't slept in

he sees two gotham city cops and a paramedic rolling a gurney
into the entrance... a naked, sunburned man screaming his
head off is handcuffed to the stretcher underneath a white
sheet. joker follows them inside.

77 int. arkham state hospital - administrative office - morning

joker sits waiting in a cramped office, looking out a
plexiglass window that overlooks the crowded hallway--

a constant din of people moving about, talking and shouting.
patients handcuffed to the armrests of their wheelchairs,
lying on stretchers, heads covered with pillowcase turbans or
forearms to block out the harsh fluorescent lights.

his gaze is interrupted by a clerk (40's), id clipped to his
shirt, who's lugging an old heavy file storage box.

he drops the box down on his messy desk with a thud.

sorry for the wait. all our records
that are 10 years or older are
stored in the basement. you're
talking over 30 years ago,-- i had
to do some serious digging.

joker nods thanks.

like i said, if it's in here, i'm
still gonna need a release from

the clerk opens the file box. starts digging though it. joker
stares out the plexiglass window that faces the hallway--

can i ask you a question? how does
someone wind up in here? have all
these people committed crimes?

(going through the files)
some have. some are just crazy and
pose a danger to themselves or
others. some just got nowhere else
to go.


(nods; looks down)
yeah, i know how that is. sometimes
i don't know what to do, y'know, i
don't think i can take any more of

the clerk is half listening as he scans the paper work.

yeah, i can't take much more of
this shit either.

clerk (cont'd)
now they talking about more
layoffs, man, we're understaffed as
it is. i don't know what i'm gonna

joker looks up at the guy, thinking he's made a connection.

last time i ended up taking it out
on some,-- people. bad shit. i
thought it would bother me but, it
really hasn't.

for the first time, the clerk looks at him--

what's that?

it's just so hard to try and be
happy all the time, y'know, when
everything's going to shit all
around you.

(taken aback; beat)
listen, i'm just an administrative
assistant, like a clerk. i file
paperwork, fill out forms. i don't
really know what to tell you, but
maybe you should see someone-- they
have programs, like city services.

yeah. they cut those. anyway, i was
just talking to talk.

the clerk just nods. finally finds what he was looking for.

here it is,-- fleck. penny fleck.

he pulls out an old file, bulging with yellowing records.
moves the box to the floor and sits down at his desk.

(saying it out loud for
himself to hear)
so she was a patient here.

the guy opens the file. yellowing pages of her records--

(nods, skim-reading)
uh-huh. diagnosed by dr. benjamin
stoner... the patient suffers from
delusional psychosis and
narcissistic personality
disorder... found guilty of
endangering the welfare of a child--

the clerk stops reading out loud, eyes going wide as he skims
further ahead. joker just looks at the guy, waiting to see
what he's gonna say.


you said she's your mother?

joker just nods.

(closes the file)
i'm sorry, i can't. like i said, i
can't release this without the
proper forms. i could get in
(closes the file; beat)
besides, it's pretty bad.

close on joker, he shakes his head and smiles to himself.

i can handle bad. i've been on a
pretty bad run myself.

the clerk puts the file down on his desk--

i can't help you. if you want these
records you have to get your mom to
sign a patient disclosure form. i
can have someone mail you one.

joker just sits there, thinking it all over for a moment.

then snatches the file off the clerk's desk--

the clerk grabs it as well.

they play tug-of-war with the file, it's awkward and goes on
way too long. finally, joker shoves the guy hard and pulls
the file away--

he takes off running out of the office with it. the clerk
watches for a beat, but does nothing.

78 int. hallway, arkham state hospital - morning 78

joker running down the hallway, files in his hands. frantic.
unaware he is not being chased.

turns a corner and runs down another long hallway.

gets to a stairwell door and runs in.

79 int. stairwell, arkham state hospital - continuous 79

bounding down the steps. he stops at a landing below. looks
up, sees no one is chasing after him--

angle on joker, catching his breath. he opens the file,
flipping through the records, finds the page the clerk was
reading. as he reads it over for himself, he hears his mother
being interviewed for her psychiatric assessment, over 30
years ago.

mom (vo)
he's not adopted-- he's thomas
wayne's son. i work for him, i told
you, i clean his house. he's always
smiling at me.

cut to:

80 int. emergency interview room, arkham state hospital - day 80

penny fleck (late 20's) is sitting across the table from dr.
benjamin stoner (50's), in a dreary small interview room,
windows covered with security screens. penny takes a drag off
a cigarette, her face is beaten to shit, nose battered, lip
busted up.

dr. stoner is going over penny's thick file, the same file
joker's holding in his hands.

dr. stoner
we went over this, penny. you
adopted him. we have all the
paperwork right here.

penny doesn't say anything, just smiles like she's in on a
big secret. and exhales smoke.

dr. stoner keeps going through the file, pulls out black &
white forensic photographs of three-year-old joker's body--

dr. stoner
you also stood by as one of your
boyfriends repeatedly abused your
adopted son. and battered you.

penny looks at dr. stoner like he's crazy.

he didn't do anything to me. or to
my boy. can i go now, i don't like

dr. stoner lays out the photographs in front of penny--

penny keeps smoking her cigarette, glances down at the
photos, we catch glimpses of various bruises on parts of
joker's body... a filthy crib... a rope tied to the

cut back to:

joker looking over the same black & white photographs, still
hears his mother--

mom (v0)
i never heard him crying. not once.
he's always been such a happy
little boy.

dr. stoner (vo)
penny, your son was found tied to a
radiator in your filthy apartment,
malnourished, with multiple bruises
across his body and severe trauma
to his head.

joker looks up from the file when he hears/reads this, turns
and looks at penny's reaction-- he's now in the interview
room with them, living what he's reading on the page.

he sees his mother lean forward in her chair, glaring at dr.

that's not true. my apartment
wasn't filthy. i keep a clean

joker just stares at his mother.

dr. stoner looks at penny, not sure how to respond to that.

dr. stoner
and what do you have to say about
your son?

angle on penny, thinking it over, taking a drag off her

i'm just glad i got to know him.

joker just keeps staring at her as she exhales--

joker back in the stairwell looks up from the file, looks
like maybe there's cigarette smoke drifting in front of his

cut to:

81 ext. school playground, street - afternoon 81

joker walking fast toward the playground. sees sophie talking
with some other moms, as gigi and a few kids play on the
monkey bars.

sophie walks toward him, still disturbed about last night--

what the hell was that? you can't
just walk into my apartment like

he is taken aback by her anger--

no, wait,-- sophie, we can get
through this, that's why i'm here.

what are you talking about? what do
you think this is?

i don't know. i mean i've never
been with a woman "like that," but,
this feels like a beginning to me.

arthur, i was just being nice to
you. i felt sorry for you. i have a

you what? what? what kind of woman
are you? who does that?

some of the other mothers turn toward them--

you need to leave. i'm not having
this conversation with you.

why not?

gigi runs up to sophie's side to see what's going on, to see
if her mother's okay.

(turns to her daughter)
go back with your friends, honey.
mommy's having a grown up talk.

before gigi leaves joker looks down at her--

no. don't listen to her gigi, you
need to hear this. your mother's a
bad person. she's a whore, she's
seeing two men at once. you can't
trust her,-- she'll break your
fucking heart.

joker turns to go, behind him gigi starts to cry. he's close
to tears himself.

sophie takes off after him, and reaches out and grabs him--
joker spins quickly around to face her, looks like he might
even hit her--

how come nothing ever comes easy
for me?

and sophie slaps him hard across the face-- then turns and
walks away.

close on joker, he begins to laugh--

cut to:

82 int. mom's apartment, living room - night 82

joker manically pacing around the living room, banging the
side of his head with his hand, muttering to himself, almost
like he's having a conversation with himself, taking part in
some story in his head, in the background the 11:00 news is
playing on the television.

footage of a protest in front of wayne tower... protesters in
"joker" clown masks... hear the news anchor's bombastic voice
over, "the anger and resentment that's been building up for
weeks now, seems close to exploding. protestors today, many
dressed as clowns, took to the streets in front of wayne
tower in one of many planned demonstrations."

joker stops when he hears this, turns to the flickering

angle on television, protesters in the middle of a massive
crowd outside a wayne tower.

"clown" protester #1 (on tv)
you'll see what's gonna happen at
city hall next thursday. we're

joker sits down on the couch eyes, leaning forward to make
sure he's seeing what he's seeing--

"clown" protester #2 (on tv)
(interrupts; screaming
into camera)
[beep] the rich, [beep] the media,
[beep] the blacks, [beep] the
whites, [beep] everybody. they all
[beeped] us, that's what this is
[beeping] about!

close on joker, doesn't even blink, it's like he's watching
himself on television.

cut to:

83 int. mom's apartment, living room - morning 83

sun peeking through the windows. phone ringing. joker opening
his eyes.

his orange cat is sitting on his chest, staring at him.

joker finally got some sleep. he lies there for a beat. phone
still ringing, until the machine picks up the call.

show booker (on machine)
this message is for arthur fleck.
my name is shirley woods, i work on
the murray franklin show.

joker sits up, the cat jumps off his chest. he can't believe
what he's hearing. he gets up off the couch as the woman
continues to leave a message on the machine--

show booker (on machine)
i don't know if you're aware, but
murray played a clip of your stand-
up on the show recently and we've
gotten an amazing--

joker picks up the phone--

(into phone; skeptical)
who is this?

show booker (over phone)
hi, this is shirley woods from
murray franklin live. is this


(into phone)

joker looks down at the cat purring at his feet, and kicks it

show booker (over phone)
hi arthur. well, as i was saying--
we've gotten a lot of calls about
your clip, amazing responses. and,
murray asked if i would reach out
to see if you would come on as his
guest. can we set up a day?

push in on joker's face, as it sinks in.

(into phone)
murray wants me to come on the

show booker (over phone)
yes. isn't that great? he'd love to
talk to you, maybe do some of your
act. does that sound good to you?

as the push in on joker finishes.


84 int. city hospital, hospital room (shared) - morning 84

joker walks into his mother's shared hospital room, passing
an elderly wheezing woman in the bed closest to the door.
sees his mom in her bed by the window.

he pulls the blue curtain separating the beds, giving him and
his mother some privacy. sits down on the edge of her bed.

she smiles when she sees him. still fairly incapacitated.

he leans down close to her. speaks softly, but filled with

ma, remember how you used to tell
me that god gave me this laugh for
a reason. that i had a purpose. to
bring laughter and joy into this
fucked up world,--

she looks at him confused.

ha! it wasn't god, it was you or,
or one of your boyfriends,-- how
could you let that happen? what
kind of woman are you? what kind of
mother are you?

she looks away.

what's my real name?

her whole body is shaking, overwhelmed with emotion.

c'mon, ma, i know i was adopted.
what's my name? who am i really?

she looks back him, struggles to speak--


(interrupting, snaps at

joker (cont'd)
happy?! i'm not happy. i haven't
been happy for one minute of my
entire fucking life.

he reaches behind her, grabs one of her pillows--

but you know what's funny? you know
what really makes me laugh?

leans down closer, face-to-face with her--

i used to think my life was nothing
but a tragedy, but now, now i
realize it's all just a fucking

85 int. blue curtain, hospital room (shared) - continuous 85

other side of the blue divider curtain. we see joker's feet
shifting a little.

slowly we pull out, backing out of the room. leaving behind
whatever joker's doing to his mother on the other side of the
curtain. and we hear applause...

86 int. mom's apartment, living room - night 86

joker's studying vhs tapes of "murray franklin live!", studio
audience applauding murray... he jots down notes in his worn
notebook... watches the guests come out... how they cross the
stage... how they greet murray... how they sit down... if
they cross their legs or not... studying how he should act,
how to be a person like other people.

his cat sits on top of the tv watching him the whole time,
never taking her eyes off him.

jump cut:

practicing. joker walks across the living room like he's on
the show, smiling, waving to the "audience"... he mimes
shaking murray's hand... mimes unbuttoning his jacket and
sits down. he smiles and pulls out his worn notebook from his

you wanna hear a joke, murray?

he "waits" for murray to answer. then joker nods okay and
opens his notebook--


his cat still watching him, now at his feet. joker crosses
and uncrosses his legs... looks uncomfortable.

he glances down at his cat. it's as if he can hear the cat
talking to him.

(nods; frustrated)
yeah, i don't know if i should
cross or uncross 'em. both feel
completely unnatural.

joker gets up off the couch and walks back across the living
room. waves to the "audience"... mimes shaking murray's
hand... mimes unbuttoning his coat and sits down... crosses
his legs.

thanks for having me on, murray. i
can't tell you how much this means
to me, it's been a life long dream.
i have a joke for you--

joker stands back up.

looks down at the cat again.

you're right. you're right,
uncrossed is better.

joker sits back down... doesn't cross his legs this time.

cut to:

87 ext. potter's field cemetery - dusk 87

wide shot, a lone figure in a vast sea of mass graves, grey
headstones. this is where they bury the poor and the
unclaimed dead.

joker stands by his mother's grave. his head bowed, face in
his hands, his body convulsing. he's dressed in an ill-
fitting faded rust colored suit, almost shiny from all the
wear. behind him in the distance, the two detectives stand by
their parked car on the cemetery roadway. sun dying in the

close on joker's face buried in his hands, see he's laughing--
impossible to tell if he's laughing because of his condition
or laughing for real.

88 ext. roadway, potter's field cemetery - dusk 88

joker walking away from his mother's grave, goes to the two
detectives -- garrity and burke -- waiting for him by their
unmarked car. his face is still red, tears in his eyes from

(wiping his eyes;
restrained anger)
you shouldn't be here. it's not

det. garrity
we just came to pay our respects.
sorry about your mother.

det. burke
yeah, it's too bad.

joker just stares at the two detectives.

awkward beat.

det. burke
where is everybody?

it's always been just me and her.

joker pauses for a moment, then starts to walk away.

det. burke
(calls out)
we saw you on murray franklin.

joker turns back to them.

you saw that?

det. garrity
yeah. heard you were on, so we got
a videotape.

det. burke
i just couldn't tell if you were
actually trying to be funny or not.

yeah, well i guess you didn't get
the joke.

det. garrity
listen, we need to clear a few
things up, we spoke to the hospital

which hospital?

det. burke
the children's hospital.
the night you were fired. he said
it didn't look like a prop gun, it
was heavy, like a real one. we have
some more questions for you.

i just buried my mother.

the detectives share a look. garrity pulls out a card. hands
it to joker.

det. garrity
we can do it tomorrow. but you need
to come down to the precinct--
first thing in the morning.

(looks down, reading the
right. thanks for coming.

det. burke
of course.

joker looks back up.

that was a joke.

we hear applause followed by the familiar opening riff to
elton john's "bennie & the jets".

89 int. mom's apartment, bathroom - next afternoon 89

joker's leaning over the bathroom sink, water running. he's
wearing rust colored pants and a white "beater" t-shirt.

a "joker" clown mask hangs off the dirty mirror by its
elastic band. "bennie & the jets" blaring from a transistor
radio turned all the way up.

joker lifts his head up. he's dyed his hair green like his
old "mr. jingles" clown wig-- but he's missed spots. some of
his hair is still its original color, sticking out all helter-

jump cut:

now he's smearing white grease-paint all over his face.

he's dancing along to the music, gyrating and thrusting his
hips to the beat, as he glances at the mask hanging from the
mirror, trying to copy how it looks... a copy of a copy of

he barely hears someone banging on the front door over the
loud music--

doesn't answer. joker just keeps putting on his make-up,
dancing provocatively to the music.

more banging on the front door.

joker casually opens the medicine cabinet. finds some old
rusty scissors and turns the radio off--

90 int. front door, mom's apartment - afternoon 90

joker unlocks the locks, keeping the security chain latched,
and cracks open the door,-- sees randall. looks down, and
sees gary next to him. undoes the chain and opens the door
for them--

randall and gary get a look at joker's face, his dyed green
hair still wet, streaking white grease-paint smeared over
part of his face--

(re: his look)
hey arthur, how's it going? you get
a new gig?

joker shakes his head no, steps aside so they can come in,
palming the scissors in his hand--

you must be goin' down to that
rally at city hall. right? i hear
it's gonna be nuts.

is that today?

randall looks at him and laughs--

yeah. what's with the clown-face

joker shuts the door behind them. locks the chain-lock.

my mom died.

yeah we heard. that's why we're
here. figured you might wanna go
out, get a drink or something?

joker doesn't answer.

awkward beat.

we don't wanna bother you. randall
just thought we should come and pay
our respects.

yeah, we're family. we gotta stick

joker stares at randall.

it's not a good time. i'm in the
middle of something here.

of course. no problem. another

gary turns to go. randall pauses for a moment, has something
else to say before he leaves--

yeah. another time, then. oh hey,--
one other thing--

he takes a step closer to joker--

listen, the cops have been poking
around the shop, they're talking to
all the clowns about those subway
murders and--

they didn't talk to me.

(snaps at gary)
that's because the suspect was a
regular-sized person. if it was a
fucking midget you'd be in jail
right now.
(turns back to joker)
anyway, hoyt said they were looking
for me, and, and i just wanna see
what you said. you know, make sure
our stories line up, bein' that
you're my boy and--

and joker stabs the scissors as deep as he can into randall's
neck. blood spurts. randall screams. gary stumbles back in

what the fuck what the fuck what
the fuck--

joker pulls them out and jams them into randall's eye before
he can react. the sound is sickening. gary's screaming in the

randall blindly fights back, screaming in pain, flailing his
arms, his own blood blinding him--

joker grabs randall by the head -- all of his pent up rage
and frustration pouring out of him -- and slams his head
against the wall.

again. and again. and again.

joker lets go of randall's head, and randall drops to the
ground. joker leans back against the wall, out of breath,
kind of slides down the wall to the floor--

sees gary huddled in the corner, trembling with fear--

(catching his breath)
i'm gonna be on tv tonight. can you
believe it?

gary doesn't answer. doesn't move--

it's okay, gary. you can go.

gary backs away toward the door. joker sits there for a
moment, breathing heavy, wipes randall's blood off his face--

gary (os)
hey, art?

joker turns, sees gary at the front door. he points up high
to the chain-lock. he can't reach it.

joker just shakes his head to himself and gets up to unlock
the door.

he walks past gary who's still trembling almost too afraid to
look up at him. joker leans over him and undoes the chain,
opens the door. gary bolts, running down the hallway as fast
as he can--

cut to:

91 int. mom's bedroom, apartment - late afternoon 91

(over the following, we don't see joker's face. we don't
reveal his finished "look" just yet.)

close picking up his notebook, fanning through the pages--
pausing at the black & white ripped photo of bruce wayne for
a moment. continues, stopping at the same entry from the
opening scene--

close on words, "i just hope my death make more sense than my

92 int. living room, mom's apartment - late afternoon 92

close on taking randall's wallet out of his blood soaked
pants, pocketing all the cash.

close on butt of a gun sticking out of randall's waistband,
glimpse joker's hand reaching for it--

93 int. kitchen, mom's apartment - late afternoon 93

joker's p.o.v. finishing writing a note, "on murray franklin
tonight -- please watch!"

close on stuffing the note and all of randall's money into an

turning envelope over, writing "sophie" on the front.

94 int. living room window, mom's apartment - late afternoon 94

close on the orange cat at the window, and maybe if we're
looking close enough we notice something strange... the cat
has no reflection.

angle over joker's shoulder opening the window, shooing the
cat out onto the fire escape, out into the dying day--

joker (os)
go on. go. you're free.

close on the cat looking back at joker for a long moment,
before scampering off out into the world, leaving him behind
for good.

as he closes the window we almost catch joker's reflection in
the glass--

95 int. hallway, apartment building - late afternoon 95

following behind joker, walking down the hallway as if in
slow motion, heading for sophie's apartment. his dyed green
hair now slicked back.

he's wearing the ill-fitting rust colored suit he wore to his
mother's funeral.

still from behind, he lays the envelope in front of sophie's
door, then pulls something else out of his pocket -- his body
obscuring what it is -- puts it down by her door and leaves.

as he walks away down the hallway, we see what else joker
left behind--

his wand of flowers, at sophie's door.


96 int. elevator, hallway - late afternoon 96

from behind joker stepping onto the elevator, turning to face
us as the door starts to close, finally revealing his look--

green hair slicked back like one of the wall street assholes
he killed... white grease paint smeared over his face... red
nose painted on... dark blue peaks over and under his eyes...
his mother's red lipstick crudely outlining his broken
smile... under the harsh flickering fluorescent lights, he
looks like an insane version of his mask.

the door closes on his new face. ding.

97 ext. apartment building - late afternoon 97

joker steps out of his building into the setting sun, just as
garrity and burke are getting out of their unmarked ford ltd
crown vic--

det. garrity
hey arthur, where you going?

det. burke
yeah, thought you were coming down
to the station this morning.

and joker takes off running--

garrity gives chase on foot as burke hurries back into the

98 ext. 174th street, two lanes - continuous 98

joker darts out from his block into the avenue, sprints
across the busy, two-lane street without looking--

running right in front of an oncoming yellow cab on the far
side of the street--


the cab hits him and joker goes crashing into the windshield.
bounces up and over the car. landing hard on the pavement--

the car directly behind the cab skids to a stop just before
running over joker's face. swerving into the other lane and
crashing into an oncoming truck.

cars on both sides of the street skidding trying to stop--
crashing. it's chaos.

joker pops back up from getting hit. he's in pain. but not

garrity has drawn his service revolver as he makes his way
through the pile up. and burke, now blocked because of the
crash has jumped out of his car--

joker takes off running, limping down the street toward an
entrance for the elevated train--

99 ext. elevated train station, steps - continuous 99

joker hustling up the stairs, dripping sweat, his white
grease-paint running down his face. he gets to the top of the
stairs, looks back and catches a glimpse of garrity and burke
at the bottom--

100 ext. platform, elevated train station - continuous 100

joker makes his way down the crowded platform, the passengers
starting to file on a waiting lexington ave/pelham express
train heading downtown. the train's packed with protesters
heading to the rally at city hall. many carrying signs...
most of them in "joker" masks... a few painted up to look
like the "joker" mask. joker fits in with all of them.

he looks through the crowd of clowns and sees the two cops
getting to the top of the stairs, looking up and down the
platform for him. pulling out their badges on chains from
around their necks. identifying themselves as cops.

joker's willing the doors to close. but they don't.

the two detectives run onto the train just as the doors are
finally closing--

101 int. lexington ave/pelham express (moving) - continuous 101

joker moves through the loud train pushing through the rowdy
protesters-- into the next car, all of them packed.

as the train goes underground, the lights flicker on and off--
car going black for a few seconds as the train turns and dips
and speeds down the tracks.

joker glances back at burke and garrity pulling out their
badges on chains around their necks. smith & wesson service
revolvers by their sides. shouting at the crowd, identifying
themselves as cops.

joker hears some on the train shouting back in anger at the
police, keeps moving... past clown-faced protestors carrying
signs, "resist"... "am i a clown?"... "save a city, kill a

the two cops push through the car, scanning all the "clown"
faces... so many look like joker. they just shove protesters
out of the way, shouting at them all the while. a few more
voices rising up in protest--

joker feels burke and garrity behind him getting closer. in
the flickering light sees a drunk guy (20's) wearing a
'joker' mask and pulls it right off his face--

the drunk guy turns ready to fight.

he throws a punch at joker, and joker steps out of the way--

the guy pummels someone else--

a fight breaks out, spilling down the car.

joker slips the clown mask over his clown face--

and just stands there in the middle of the chaos, at home
with the chaos all around him--

garrity and burke spot joker's rust colored suit in the
middle of the unruly mob--

burke pulls his gun--

everybody down, gotham pd!

the crowd doesn't drop to the ground. they just keep fighting
with each other--

burke sees joker just standing there. keeps yelling for the
crowd to get down, get down, but they don't listen to him--

he starts shoving protestors down, out of the way-- and

and then the mob turns on him and garrity, starts closing in
around them--

garrity and burke are pointing their guns at the crowd,
yelling panicked for them to back off, back off, and one
idiot reaches for garrity's gun--


burke fires into the crowd, as the train pulls into the

a protestor falls dead. the other clowns on the train go
crazy, starting to riot. glimpse joker walking away calmly
out of the chaos. taking off the mask and dropping it at his
side as he steps off the train, disappearing onto the crowded

cut to:

102 ext. wgctv studios, franklin theater - midtown - evening 102

an excited line of ticket holders waiting to get in to "live
with murray franklin!" the poster marquee box near the door
reads: "tonight's guests. lance reynolds. dr. sally friedman.
and special guest."

they swing open the doors and start to let the audience

103 ext. backstage door, franklin theater - side street - evening

random fans and autograph hounds hanging out by the backstage
door, waiting for the night's guests to arrive...

104 int. studio 4b, stage - franklin theater - evening 104

studio audience filing into the studio, being seated in the
wide bleachers along one wall. three tv monitors hang from
the ceiling, facing the audience. three studio cameras on the
floor, black cables strewn everywhere.

the set for "live with murray franklin!" is dark... but we
can still make out his desk... guest chairs... don ellis and
his jazz orchestra's band stand... big blue curtain.

105 int. hallway, franklin theater - evening 105

the host of the show, murray franklin (60's), usually quick
with a bemused grin but right now in a sour mood, walks fast
down the hall toward the drab dressing rooms with his old-
school producer, gene ufland (60's), who's holding the show's
rundown rolled up in his hand.

gene ufland
--you gotta see this nut for
yourself, murray. i don't think we
can put him on. with the rioting
out there.

murray franklin
jesus, gene, i don't have time for
this. cindy's been breaking my
balls all day.

gene ufland
she's still mad at you about that

murray franklin
three marriages, you'd think i'da
fuckin' learned something.
what do i gotta see? i already know
he's a nut. that's why we're
putting him on, it's a goof.

a young blonde intern walks by in the opposite direction. she
nervously smiles to them and keeps walking. both men turn and
check out her ass. murray winks at gene.

gene ufland
(just shakes his head, and
i'm telling you, you gotta see him,
murray. i think it's too risky, the
show's too big. it's worth too much
to blow it on this,-- this freak.

106 int. dressing room, franklin theater - continuous 106

joker's sitting on a small couch in the cramped dressing
room, watching the local news on a tv that's mounted up on
the wall, live shots from the subway station where burke shot
the protestor, footage of the city hall rally, clashes with

he's cleaned himself up as best he could... white grease-
paint smeared more evenly over his face, green dyed hair
slicked back in place. red lips redone.

murray and his producer gene open the dressing room door
without knocking--

joker gets up off the couch and goes to shake murray's hand.
murray pauses when he sees joker's face.

(shakes murray's hand;
murray, i can't believe this is
real, that i'm really here.

gene ufland
it's mr. franklin kid, show some

murray franklin
oh shut up, gene.
(to joker)
murray is fine. i prefer it in
fact. thanks for coming on the

are you kidding? thank you for the
opportunity. i've been watching you
forever. my mother never missed a

murray nods not listening, he's heard this before.

murray franklin
so what's with the face? are you
part of the protests?

no, i don't believe in any of that.
i don't believe in anything. i just
thought it would be good for my

gene ufland
your act? didn't you hear that a
kid got killed on the subway and
two cops who were almost beat to
death? you didn't hear about the
dozens of protestors and police
injured in the riots?

joker looks like he's about to bust out laughing. all of that
news is playing out on the tv above their heads. he takes a
deep breath. swallows the laugh.


no. i hadn't heard.

gene and murray share a look.

gene ufland
--the audience is gonna go crazy if
you put him on. it was okay maybe
for a bit, but not a whole segment.

murray thinks about it for a beat.

murray franklin
i like it. it's timely. it's edgy.
it's, it's dangerous. the best
comedy is all those things put
we're gonna go with it.

gene rubs his temples, he doesn't like this, but murray is
the boss.

thank you murray.

murray franklin
(flashes his bemused
smile; condescending)
couple rules though,-- no cussing,
no off-color material, we do a
clean show, okay? you'll be on
after dr. sally. someone will come
and get you. good?

joker nods good. smiles back at murray.

murray and gene turn to go, exchanging smirks with each other
as they walk out, making light of joker who we see behind
them still standing there.

hey murray,-- one small thing? when
you bring me out, can you introduce
me as "the joker"?

murray and gene look back at him

gene ufland
what? you don't want to use your
real name?

honestly, i don't even know what my
real name is.

joker smiles, the guys can't tell if he's kidding or not.

besides, that's what you called me
on the show, murray. a joker.

murray franklin
(to gene; trying not to
crack up)
did i?

gene ufland
i have no idea.

murray franklin
(turns back to joker)
well, if you say so, kid. joker it

murray starts to laugh at joker as he closes the dressing
room door, shutting it right in his face.

cut to:

107 int. backstage, behind curtain - studio 4b - night 107

joker's backstage at the edge of the blue curtain, trying to
watch the show through a slim gap. behind him there's a
monitor on a cart playing the live feed.

he moves the curtain aside to get a better look-- glimpses
murray laughing, finishing up talking to noted sex therapist
dr. sally friedman (60's).

murray franklin
(to dr. sally)
you gotta see our next guest for
yourself. will you stick around?
maybe you can help, i'm pretty sure
he could use a doctor.

the audience laughs.

dr. sally friedman
oh. does he have sexual problems?

murray franklin
he looks like he's got a lot of

another big laugh.

murray franklin
(turns, looks into camera)
it's been a crazy few days here in
gotham, and, i think maybe things
are about to get crazy around here
too. don't go anywhere folks. we'll
be right back.

applause sign lights up. everyone claps. joker keeps watching
murray through the slim gap at the end of the curtain. hears
the floor director shout, "and we're out. back in three."

joker adjusts the waist of his pants under his jacket. takes
a deep breath.

108 int. director's booth, studio 4b - night 108

perched one story above the studio. there's a long console
where the director sits in front of a gooseneck microphone,
looking over a double-bank of monitors.

sitting next to him are the associate producer who times the
show, and the technical director who operates the board. the
monitor showing the live feed is playing a commercial.

associate producer
back in 30 seconds.

okay, cue the clip. we'll come to
it straight out of break.

associate producer
five... four... three...

roll clip. put up the show graphic.

on the show monitor, video of joker's original stand-up
performance comes up with the show's graphic in the lower
right of the screen.

109 int. talk show set, stage - studio 4b - continuous 109

on the set, murray watches the clip on the monitor above his
desk, can't help but laugh. sees the floor director counting
him down silently with her fingers... three... two... points
to camera one.

murray franklin
(looking into camera)
o-kay, you may have seen that clip
of our next guest when we first
played it two weeks ago. now before
he comes out, i just want to say
that we're all heartbroken here and
sensitive to what's going on in the
city tonight. but, this is how he
wanted to come on the show. so let
me introduce-- the joker.

behind the blue curtain, joker gathers himself, ready for his
moment. doesn't hear his introduction or see a stagehand pull
open the curtain for him to go out--

on set, the curtain's open, don ellis and his jazz orchestra
are playing joker on. he doesn't come out. murray looks over
to the empty space in the curtain.

the audience laughs.

behind the curtain, joker sees the stagehand motioning for
him to go out on stage. joker starts out, pausing when he
takes a step into the bright lights. the stagehand doesn't
see him stop, and drops the curtain back on joker before the
audience can really see his face--

tangling joker up in the curtain.

the audience keeps laughing thinking it's part of his act.
the band keeps playing him on. joker untangles himself from
the curtain and the audience gets a good look at him.

some continue laughing. a few boo. most don't know what to
make of him.

joker walks across the stage, forgetting to wave like he
practiced. he trips over the riser surrounding the set when
he goes to shake murray's hand. almost falls on him.

murray tries not to crack up. the audience laughs. thinks
it's part of joker's act.

joker reaches out to hug dr. sally as she goes in for a
handshake. another awkward moment. more laughs.

joker finally sits down next to murray. crosses and uncrosses
his legs. can't get comfortable.

murray franklin
so, ahhh, thanks for coming on the
show. but i gotta tell ya, with
what happened at city hall today,
i'm sure many of our viewers here
in the studio, and at home, might
find this look of yours in poor

joker's not listening to murray. he's mesmerized by all the
lights shining on him... all the eyes on him... he doesn't
answer murray.

nervous laughter from the audience.

murray franklin
(tries again)
can you tell us why you're dressed
like this?

and joker starts to laugh. not embarrassed of it anymore. he
goes with it. giving in to it, enjoying the laughter.

murray franklin
(can't help but smile at
joker's laughing)
okay. but i'm not sure how any of
this is funny. a lot of those
protesters are going with this
look. city seems to be full of
clowns these days.

(just nods, still
yeah. isn't it great?

joker just keeps cracking up. audience still isn't sure what
to make of him. there's some awkward laughter.

110 int. director's booth, studio 4b - continuous 110

nobody's laughing in the booth.

technical director
(looks to the director)
this guy's got nothing.

(hits the producer's talk
button; into the mic)
gene, what the hell? you wanna kill

111 int. talk show set, stage - continuous 111

murray glances over at his producer gene ufland, who's
sitting off-camera on a director's chair by a monitor. gene
shrugs at him.

murray franklin
(smiles; trying to save
the interview)
so when we talked earlier, you
mentioned that you aren't
political. that this look isn't a
political statement.

(between laughs)
that's right. i'm not political,
murray. i'm, i'm, i'm just trying
to make people laugh.

murray franklin
(beat; smiles)
how's that goin' for ya? have you
been working on any new material?
do you want to tell us a joke?

the audience claps, egging joker on to tell a joke.

joker looks over at murray -- his laughing fit finally
subsiding -- and reaches into his jacket pocket and--

pulls out his worn notebook, catching his breath. looks
through it to find a new joke.

murray franklin
you brought a joke book?

the audience laughs. joker smiles, opens the page to bruce
wayne's photo, pauses for a moment then turns the page. finds
a joke--

okay. here's one. knock knock.

murray franklin
oh god, a knock-knock joke? and you
need to read it?

(nods, reads it again)
i want to get it right. knock

murray makes a face like, "okay, i'll go along with this."

murray franklin
who's there?

(looks up from his
it's the police, ma'am. your son
has been hit by a drunk driver.
he's dead.


112 int. director's booth, studio 4b - continuous 112

the associate producer tries not to laugh, but she can't help
it. the director looks over at her like she's lost her mind.

(shakes his head)
okay, ready camera two. take two.
ready three. three.

on the monitors, some of the audience cracks up. joker smiles
at the response. murray franklin shakes his head, smirking at
the joke despite himself.

murray franklin (on monitors)
so, arthur, you told me backstage
that your--

joker leans over interrupting murray, whispers something to

113 int. talk show set, stage - studio 4b - continuous 113

murray nods as joker whispers.

murray franklin
(bemused smile;
right. sorry. i mean joker-- you
told me backstage that your
mother's a big fan of the show,
that she never misses it.

joker puts the notebook back in his pocket. crosses his legs,
starting to get a bit more comfortable.

that's right, murray. but she's
dead now.

the audience laughs.

murray franklin
(goes along with the
hold on. your mother's dead?

yeah. she is.

murray's not sure if this is part of his act.

murray franklin
okay. what about your father? does
he watch the show?

laughter from the crowd.

i don't know who my father is,
murray. turns out i was adopted and
sexually assaulted by my mother's

a few in the audience groan. a couple even laugh. still think
it's just joker's edgy, off-kilter sense of humor.

don ellis plays "wha-wha-wha-whuuuuh" on his trumpet from the
band stand.

dr. sally friedman
ahhhh! no, no,-- you can not joke
about that.

murray franklin
(shakes his head;
yeah, that's not funny, that's not
the kind of humor we do on this

murray glances over at gene in the wings. he gives him the
"wrap it up" sign.

(just keeps going, on a
sorry. it's been a rough few
months, murray. i mean, after my
mother died, the police came to
question me at her funeral. who
does that?

murray franklin
(too easy)
oh really? were you a suspect?

the audience laughs.

very funny, murray. no, they came
because i killed those three wall
street guys.


studio audience can't tell if he's joking or not. murray
can't either.

murray franklin
(looks at him confused)
okay. i'm waiting for the

there is no punchline. it's not a

114 int. director's booth, studio 4b - continuous 114

the director stares at the monitor.

did he just confess to killing the
wall street three?

technical director
yeah. i think he did.

associate producer
(turns to the director,
he definitely did.

jesus christ.
(hits the camera talk
button, into mic)
camera three, get in close.

angle on monitor, camera three zooming in close on joker's

115 int. talk show set, stage - continuous 115

gene ufland is now standing up from his chair. motions for
murray to kill the interview. murray shakes his head to
himself. this is a big "get," it could be great television.

murray franklin
(turns back to joker; with
you're serious, aren't you? you're
telling us you killed those three
boys on the subway. why should we
believe you?

i got nothing left to lose, murray.
nothing can hurt me anymore. this
is my fate, it was always my fate.
my life is nothing but a comedy.

116 int. sophie's apartment, living room - continuous 116

sophie's sitting on her couch watching this interview play
out on tv. gigi's asleep next to her. the open envelope and
the money are lying on the coffee table. no sign of the
flowers anywhere.

murray franklin (on tv)
let me get this straight, you think
killing those young men is funny?

joker (on tv)
yeah. but comedy is subjective,
isn't that what they say? besides,
the way i see it, what happened was
a good thing. all of you, gotham,
the system that knows so much, you
decide, you decide what's right and
wrong. what's real or what's made
up. the same way you decide what's
funny or not.

sophie edges forward on the couch, can almost see a hint of
agreement on her face.

117 int. talk show set, stage - studio 4b - continuous 117

back on set, we can tell by the way murray's now interviewing
joker, talking to him slower, more thoughtfully, that he
thinks this is gonna get him an emmy... maybe even a peabody.

murray franklin
okay, i think i understand. you did
it to start a movement, to become a

c'mon, murray, do i look like the
kind of clown who could start a
movement? i killed those guys
because they were awful.
everybody's awful these days. it's
enough to make anyone crazy.

murray franklin
so that's it, you're crazy. that's
your defense for killing three
young men? because they were mean
to you?

no. they couldn't carry a tune to
save their lives.

some audible groans from the audience.

why is everyone so upset about
these guys? because thomas wayne
went and cried about them on tv?

murray franklin
you have a problem with thomas
wayne, too?

yeah. i do. everything comes so
easy for him.

murray franklin
and what's wrong with that?

have you seen what it's like out
there, murray? do you ever actually
leave the studio? everybody just
yells and screams at each other.
nobody's civil anymore. nobody
thinks what it's like to be the
other guy. you think men like
thomas wayne, men at ease, ever
think what it's like to be a guy
like me? to be anybody but
(shaking his head, voice
they don't. they think we'll all
just sit there and take it like
good little boys. that we won't
werewolf and go wild. well, this is
for all of you out there.

joker "howls at the moon." it's fucking weird.

118 int. station squad room - 7th precinct - continuous 118

officers and detectives jumping into action, rushing past a
small portable black & white television sitting on one of the
desks, hear one of them shout--

police lieutenant (os)
that asshole just confessed to
killing those wall street guys on
fucking live tv!

angle on the little tv, tight two-shot of joker looking at

murray franklin (on tv)
(shakes his head)
so much self-pity, arthur. you
sound like you're making excuses
for killing three young men. not
everybody's awful.

119 int. talk show set, stage - studio 4b - continuous 119

back on set. joker looks straight at murray.

you're awful, murray.

there is no more laughter. the audience is watching this
exchange with full attention.

murray franklin
me? how am i awful?

playing my video, inviting me on
the show,-- you just wanted to make
fun of me. well it's easy to laugh
at frankenstein on a crowded beach,
isn't it? you're just like the rest
of them, murray. everything comes
too easy for you.

murray franklin
(on the spot; defensive)
you don't know the first thing
about me, pal. look what happened
because of what you did, arthur,
what it led to. there are riots out
there. two policemen are in
critical condition, someone was
killed today.

joker nods in agreement, yeah, it's because of what he did.

how about another joke, murray?
what do you get when you cross a
mentally-ill loner with a system
that abandons him and treats him
like trash?

murray pauses for a minute, not really listening to joker,
suddenly realizing the seriousness of the situation. he
starts to turn to camera--

(pulls randall's gun)
i'll tell you what you get. you get
what you fucking deserve,--

and as murray franklin turns back to him, joker shoots the
side of murray's head off--

blood splatters all over the back of the set. some spraying
in joker's face. audience screams! dr. sally dives for the

120 int. sophie's apartment, living room - continuous 120

sophie screams and jumps to her feet horrified! waking up
gigi who starts to cry when she sees what's on television--

on the television, joker gets up and walks right up to the
camera. blood sprayed over his white painted face. hear the
studio audience still screaming, bedlam all around him.

joker (on tv)
(looks straight into
camera; screams murray's
signature sign off)
good night and always remember,--
that's life!

and as joker waves goodbye to the home audience, a black &
white "indian-head test pattern" cuts off the show--

"please stand by"

herb alpert's "spanish flea" plays underneath.


121 int. talk show set, stage - continuous 121

back live in the studio, joker's tackled by two security
guards and some stagehands, still hear screams of terror from
the audience around him.

his face hits the shiny floor as if in slow motion--

and we hear the soft and familiar opening to ferrante &
teicher's piano version of "send in the clowns".

cut to:

122 int. gotham squad car (moving), gotham streets - night 122

joker gazing out the window, at all the violence and madness
in the city. we only see it in the reflection of the glass...
the fires burning... the mob crowding the streets. joker's
handcuffed in the back of the squad car moving slowly through
the rioting, sirens wailing, red lights flashing, blood still
splattered on his face.

stay on joker's face as he hears the police radio crackling,
reports of rioters in "joker" masks setting fires, breaking
windows, looting stores.

the images reflected in the window start to speed up as the
officer driving weaves faster through the chaos.

police officer #1 (os)
look what you caused, you freak,
the whole city's on fire because of

and joker bangs his head hard against the steel mesh cage--

police officer #2 (os)
keep it up, asshole. watch what
happens when we get to the station.

he bangs his head again. bam. bam. some blood is forming on
his forehead--

police officer #1 (os)
(glancing at joker in the
back seat, shouting)
-- calm the fuck down, you're not
going anywhere!

and when the cop driving turns back, catch a glimpse of
someone or something running out into the street in front of
the speeding squad car--

close on joker as the squad car swerves out of the way, joker
banging up against the door--


the squad car hits a parked car hard and flips over, sliding
across the street on its roof--

123 ext. squad car (sliding), street - continuous 123

sparks fly until finally the upside down squad car comes to a
stop. smoke rising from the wreck. ferrante & teicher's piano
only version of "send in the clowns" still playing...

both police officers in the front seat are either unconscious
or dead. we see movement in the back seat, hard to tell
what's going on inside.

suddenly the back door kicks open--

and joker falls out of the car, landing hard on the street,
one hand free, handcuffs dangling from his other hand. hear
sirens in the distance--

joker leans back against the car, his face bloody, his body
broken from the crash. sitting there amongst the wreckage,
can still see and hear the chaos, the fires burning all
around him. he reaches for a jagged shard of broken glass--

and pauses for moment catching his breath, hand holding the
jagged glass resting on his lap, wailing sirens getting
closer, looks like he's about to cut his wrists--

124 ext. movie theater, street - uptown - continuous 124

a well-heeled crowd letting out of a movie theater, the
violence has even reached up here, the nice part of town...
sirens wailing, gangs of punks wearing "joker" masks running
past, breaking car windows, fires burning... catch a glimpse
of the lit up marquee listing the films playing, "blow out"
and "zorro the gay blade". hear "send in the clowns" still

from behind see a silhouetted couple and their kid hurry down
the dark side of the street, ducking into an alley to avoid
the chaos--

catch a glimpse of a punk in a "joker" mask following after
them pulling a gun--

125 ext. squad car (upside down), street - continuous 125

joker lifts the jagged shard of glass, handcuff swinging...
passes by his wrist... and starts cutting into the slit on
one corner of his mouth, making his smile longer and wider.
blood pouring down his face, onto his hand...

joker tearing into the other side of his mouth, jagged glass
ripping into his flesh, spurting blood, handcuff swinging--
sirens on top of him, red lights flashing over his face--

angle on joker lit up red, done cutting his smile, letting go
of the jagged bloody shard... leans his head back against the
squad car, and closes his eyes, covered in his own blood.
he's finished.

now he is the joker.

126 ext. alley, movie theater - continuous 126

from behind, family in the shadows sees the guy's eyes go
wide behind the mask, pointing his gun, music swelling--

you still think we're all fucking

and the punk shoots the man. reaches out and grabs something
off the woman's neck before he shoots her as well. both fall
to the ground dead. revealing their young son standing behind

close on eight-year-old bruce wayne, closing his eyes as
blood sprays across his face. he opens his eyes and looks up
scared at the man in the "joker" mask who killed his parents,
thomas and martha wayne. "send in the clowns" ends.

cut to black.

a long beat.

hear laughter.

the sound of a man totally cracking up.

fade in:

127 int. arkham state hospital, interview room - morning 127

close on joker, tears in his eyes from laughing so hard. he's
enjoying it, not trying to get it under control.

his head's been shaved. he looks medicated or maybe even
lobotomized. wearing white institutional clothes.

his new smile is all stitched up, cut deep up the corners of
his mouth. forming a longer, "happier" smile.

he's sitting across from an overworked hospital doctor
(50's), african american woman. somehow it's the exact same
room joker imagined his mother was in some 30 years ago. the
room and the doctor also look vaguely similar to the social
worker and her office in the opening scene.

the doctor just sits there, waiting for him to stop laughing.
a weathered notebook is on the table in front of him.
finally, joker stops himself.

hospital doctor
what's so funny?

he takes a deep breath, his eyes are glazed over. his voice
is scratchy, like he doesn't use it much.

-- just thinking of this joke.

hospital doctor
do you want to tell it to me?



hospital doctor
because you don't think i'll get

because it's personal, it's between
me and him.


hospital doctor
okay. is the medication working?
how's your sleeping?

(nods yes)

hospital doctor
how are you feeling?

good. everything's good now.

hospital doctor
have you been writing in your

joker slowly nods.

hospital doctor
great. i want to make sure you're
keeping up with it.


hospital doctor
have you written about your
episode? about what happened?

how i remember it.

hospital doctor
(re: the journal)
can i see?

joker slides his journal across to her. she picks it up and
flips through the pages--

angle on journal, blank page after blank page, there's
nothing inside of it.

the doctor looks up at him confused.

angle on joker, a smile creeping across his face. and we hear
the groovy organ opening to frank sinatra's anthem "that's


128 int. hallway, arkham state hospital - morning 128

from behind, see joker shuffling down the hallway past all
the other mental patients, an orderly by his side. sinatra
starts singing.

and joker does a slide step to the music like he can hear it
too... into a skip... and another slide step into a spin...
dancing down the hallway into the sunset...

iris out:

"that's life" keeps playing over credits.

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insan gozundeki iris'ten sinema kamerasindaki closed circuit semiconductor 'a monte edebilen tek studyo warner bros'tur. diĝer butun sinema kameralari lens kullanirken, warner bros insan gozundeki iris'i kullanmaktadir kameranin kondüktöründe! joker filminin gerçek hayattaki sokakta gozunuzle gorduĝunuz ayni kalite ayni fizibilite ayni çozunurluk ve ayni renk hafizasini yansitmasi insan gozundeki iris'ten kameranin kondüktörüne monte edilmis olmasidir; tastamam kyoto/japonya'daki sibernetik göz teknolojisi ile aynidir bu. daha doĝrusu japonyadan telif hakki odenmeksizin çalinmistir bu teknoloji. japonlar ameliyatlarda kullanilan robotlara bu teknolojiyi getirirken, abd'de bu teknik ilk kez sinema amaciyla isler hâle sunuldu.

103 sayfalik senaryo, 119 sayfaya uzatildiĝindan mütevellit warner bros. universal ve calver studios'u ihâle di$ina atmi$tir. warner bros'un ihaleyi aldiĝi senarist de sahtekarin tekidir: ismi scott silver olarak kayitlara geçmistir ama boyle bir senarist wga writers guild of america veritabaninda yer almamaktadir. warner bros, dunyanin en gelismis ve insan gozunun irisine sahip sinema kamerasini ilk kez bu filmde joker ile kullanmistir. rekabette canli kalabilmek için acimasiz olmalisin; rakiplerinin zaaflari ve eksiklikleriyle alay etmelisin.

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