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CATWOMAN
by
Dan Waters
based on characters from DC Comics Batman
by
Bob Kane
previous revisions
by
John Brancato & Michael Ferris
Laeta Kalogridis
Theresa Rebeck
Kate Kondell
John Rogers
SECOND DRAFT POLISH
February 11, 2003
FADE IN ON:
INT. TEMPLE OF BAST - NIGHT
START ON THE FACE of A GOLDEN CAT STATUE. This is the cat-
god BAST, lithe, noble, beautiful. CAMERA MOVES to reveal
the statue is 50 feet tall, dominating this space. Other
images of CATS -- hieroglyphics, ceramics -- abound, as do --
REAL CATS, hundreds of them, slinking in the shadows on ramps
cut into the sandstone walls of this Egyptian temple.
At Bast's feet, EIGHT ACOLYTES in GOWNS kneel in a semi-
circle around a flaming BRAZIER. Some of the women WEEP,
others PRAY or stare stoically ahead. From outside, we now
hear DISTANT SCREAMS, the sounds of MARAUDERS. There's a
RHYTHMIC BANGING at the massive BRONZE TEMPLE DOORS.
EXT. TEMPLE OF BAST - NIGHT
THE TEMPLE is an impressive place of worship -- tapered
columns and an ornate Egyptian facade -- at the apex of a
hilltop VILLAGE, in FLAMES, under ATTACK by a PERSIAN ARMY.
SUPERIMPOSE: "496 B.C."
WHAM! THE STEEL PRONG of a mounted BATTERING RAM swings into
the ornate DOORS of the temple. PERSIAN SOLDIERS operate the
brutal siege engine, SLAM the doors again and again.
INT. TEMPLE OF BAST - NIGHT
The HIGH PRIESTESS wears a special HOODED WHITE GOWN that
mostly conceals her face. She moves from one ACOLYTE to the
next, pours a DARK LIQUID from a bejeweled decanter into
golden goblets, then pours one for herself. She raises her
goblet toward BAST, as do the others -- they drink in unison.
HIGH ANGLE as the GOBLETS CLATTER to the floor and the WOMEN
SLUMP to the ground... dead. PULL BACK -- we're watching
this from the PERSPECTIVE of an EGYPTIAN MAU CAT -- slim,
elegant, dark-spotted gray and black fur, a SCARAB MARK on
its head.
(CONTINUED)
2.
CONTINUED:
THE MAU lets out a CRY... which prompts an eerie, growing
CHORUS of MEOWS and HOWLS from the other CATS.
THE CATS emerge from the hiding places en masse, leaping from
niches, converging on the bodies. The MAU leads the way,
moves to the high priestess and puts its mouth to hers...
ON THE TEMPLE DOORS - at last they BUCKLE and swing open.
THE SOLDIERS, bearing TORCHES and SWORDS, storm inside. They
grab anything of value, SMASH and DEFACE everything else.
At the foot of BAST lie nine ROBES... but there's no sign of
the women who wore them. SOLDIERS slash the robes with their
swords anyway, then snatch up the goblets for booty.
An unearthly CRY -- half-human, half-feline -- from somewhere
high above the rampaging soldiers. They freeze, looking
around frantically. More EERIE CRIES echo off the walls,
from all directions. The SOLDIERS raise their weapons,
clustering defensively. From out of the shadows above them,
DARK HUMAN FORMS suddenly leap down with impossible agility.
STAY ON THE FACE OF BAST, peering down impassively. The
torch-cast SHADOWS of the violence below play upon the
statue's golden surface... FLAILING SWORDS, the swift
SILHOUETTES of NAKED WOMEN. We hear the GUTTURAL CRIES of
the soldiers, clearly outmatched in this mortal combat.
MOVE TO THE CATS, perched above the fray, looking downward as
they pace the temple's ledges and ramps excitedly. THE MAU
takes a final look at its handiwork, then leaps up, slinks
through a crevice at the roof, and emerges on --
CUT TO:
A ROOFTOP
We hear the modern SOUNDS of passing AUTO TRAFFIC. CAMERA
ROTATES to reveal --
EXT. EDNA'S NEIGHBORHOOD - DAY
THE MAU settles by a SATELLITE DISH, looking down on a
present-day suburban street, a busy main drag. MARSHLAND and
WATER are visible not far away, light RAIN FALLS.
(CONTINUED)
3.
CONTINUED:
SUPERIMPOSE: "2500 YEARS LATER."
The MAU watches as, ACROSS THE STREET, a BUS pulls away from
the curb to reveal a WOMAN in a HOODED WHITE PONCHO
-- the outfit recalls the high priestess of Bast.
The HOOD is thrown back, revealing PATIENCE PRICE, 25-35,
attractive but inclined to conceal her looks -- hair over her
face, baggy clothes under her poncho. She's cautious, eager
to please, to do what's expected of her
-- a bit of a doormat.
Patience looks up from an address scribbled on a scrap of
paper, and straight toward the cat on the roof -- almost as
if she'd sensed its presence. She smiles.
THE MAU holds her gaze for a beat, then slinks out of sight.
EXT. EDNA'S HOME - DAY
An eccentric, ramshackle home amongst neat, well-kept houses.
PATIENCE moves to the front door, RINGS. As she waits, she
notes the lawn GRASS grown high, CLIMBING CAT SCULPTURES on
the shingles. A SIGN by the door: "FELINE RESCUE SOCIETY."
EDNA POWERS opens the door on a chain. She's 50-70, a former
academic, intelligent, charming, but quite intimidating.
EDNA
Yes?
PATIENCE
Hi, Edna Powers?
(off her nod)
I'm Patience Price, I called about adopting a cat?
I saw your flyer at my vet's office --
EDNA
Oh yes, do come inside.
EDNA undoes the chain, opens the door for her.
INT. EDNA'S HOME - LIVING ROOM - DAY
PATIENCE, out of her poncho, fills out a questionnaire on a
clipboard. Numerous CATS roam the premises. Feline artwork
and curios, scratching posts, furry toys... cat paradise.
(CONTINUED)
4.
CONTINUED:
PATIENCE
... Ma'am?
EDNA is putting out DRY CAT FOOD in numerous BOWLS.
EDNA
You may call me Edna.
PATIENCE
Edna. Some of these questions are... kind of
personal. Do you really need to know how many, um,
partners I've had in the past year?
EDNA
I'm not interested in your love life. But I do
want to know what sort of home environment you're
offering, your degree of commitment...
PATIENCE
Guess I wouldn't need the cat if...
Patience forces a laugh, fills in a ZERO and passes the
clipboard to EDNA. The woman puts down the cat food, slips
on the reading glasses she wears on a chain around her neck.
EDNA
The application is mostly a formality. I have a
sense about people.
PATIENCE
Well, I've always liked animals.
(not enough)
Cats specifically. I mean, I love them... worship
them, even.
EDNA seems satisfied, returns to reading Patience's answers.
THE MAU, meanwhile, comes around a corner into the room,
peering curiously at Patience -- who dangles her hand
invitingly. He rubs his face against her hand.
PATIENCE smiles, coos at the cat -- which grabs her hand hard
in his CLAWS. PATIENCE stifles a yelp, yanks her hand back.
(CONTINUED)
5.
CONTINUED:
PATIENCE
Son of a --
EDNA
Excuse me?
PATIENCE
Nothing... handsome cat. I've never seen one like
him.
THE MAU jumps into Patience's lap, settling in. Edna,
surprised and almost suspicious, eyes the cat.
EDNA
Her. That's Midnight, an Egyptian Mau. Normally
she doesn't trust people --
EDNA reaches a hand toward MIDNIGHT -- the cat's fur stands
up, she HISSES and SWIPES at Edna.
EDNA
See? Even I can't get near her... Very strange.
(glancing at the
application)
So. You left out your parents' address.
PATIENCE
Well... they're both dead.
EDNA
No hereditary illnesses, I hope.
PATIENCE
Private plane crash. I was eleven. Actually, the
last thing they gave me was a kitten... Fatso.
EDNA sucks her breath in at this insulting name.
PATIENCE
He was very round -- not from overfeeding or
anything, just -- really, he didn't mind. Anyway,
he was with me a long time, till early this year.
He didn't come at the sound of the can-opener,
which kind of freaked me out... I found him just,
curled up there in his little bed...
(CONTINUED)
6.
CONTINUED:
PATIENCE is getting a bit emotional. EDNA reaches across and
squeezes her hand, with genuine sympathy. MIDNIGHT snuggles
into Patience's lap, PURRING as she strokes the cat.
EDNA
It's very hard, dear, I know... you must be in so
much pain.
Midnight digs her long NAILS into Patience's thigh, kneading.
PATIENCE winces, tries to dislodge cat's claws from her leg
-- Midnight "playfully" attacks her hand. Stifling a gasp:
PATIENCE
Mm-hmm.
EDNA
Funny how cats get under our skin. They do exactly
as they please, they don't care what anyone thinks
about them... they're the ultimate predators. So
self-contained, so independent, so wild...
sometimes I wonder, why do they even put up with
us?
PATIENCE
The free food?
EDNA
(putting the papers
aside)
Well, congratulations. It seems you've been
chosen.
PATIENCE
So you think you might have a kitten for me...?
EDNA
Kitten? No, that wouldn't be appropriate.
Midnight has chosen you.
PATIENCE looks a little unnerved at this. MIDNIGHT, rolling
on her back, seems to be baring her fangs at Patience.
EDNA
It's a great honor. Maus are a very rare breed,
descended from the sacred cats of ancient Egypt.
They were believed to have magical gifts.
(CONTINUED)
7.
CONTINUED:
MIDNIGHT has wrapped herself around Patience's arm, kicking
and biting "playfully."
PATIENCE
I'm not sure she likes me --
EDNA
Nonsense, she perceives something very special in
you.
PATIENCE
There's nothing special about me.
EDNA
Cats see things we don't. Our secret selves -- our
souls.
PATIENCE
Mm. Do you have any Band-Aids?
CUT TO:
INT. PATIENCE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
CAMERA MOVES THROUGH this modest, neat studio apartment, PAST
a BULLETIN BOARD with numerous PHOTOS. One or two show a
YOUNG PATIENCE, there's a picture of a LITTLE GIRL between
TWO SMILING PARENTS on a ROLLER COASTER. Mostly, though,
they're snapshots of a chubby TABBY CAT, from kitten hood to
old age. Suddenly, MIDNIGHT LUNGES INTO FRAME, attacking a
picture of FATSO, ripping it from the bulletin board.
KEEP MOVING PAST WINDOWS facing on the street and an adjacent
BUILDING across an alley -- it's a corner apartment on the
second floor. CAMERA HOLDS ON A TV, where a classic OLD
MOVIE like Now, Voyager plays. At a key, romantic moment,
CUT TO COMMERCIAL --
LAUREL AVENAL strides TOWARD CAMERA -- statuesque, perfect, a
supermodel. We hear the VOICE of GEORGES AVENAL:
GEORGES (V.O.)
You know who you are. You know what you're after.
A MALE MODEL steps INTO FRAME, reaches for her --
GEORGES (V.O.)
You know you're too good for any man...
(CONTINUED)
8.
CONTINUED:
Laurel raises an eyebrow haughtily and SLAPS his face. She
moves past the male model to --
-- GEORGES AVENAL. He's Laurel's husband and the company
C.E.O., handsome and charismatic. LAUREL falls into his
arms. He caresses her, deeply in love. Georges WINKS.
GEORGES
... almost.
CUT TO a PRODUCT SHOT of a JAR OF CREAM, the name "BEAUNIQUE"
and the AVENAL LOGO.
GEORGES (V.O.)
Beaunique by Avenal. You know you want it.
CLOSE ON LAUREL as she tosses her hair back, Gilda-style,
with a seductive pout. She purses her lips in a kiss.
REVERSE ANGLE -- PATIENCE watches with a curled lip, on the
couch in a T-shirt and shorts, EATING CHOCOLATE ICE CREAM
directly from a pint carton, a dark smear around her mouth.
Suddenly, MIDNIGHT POUNCES at the SPOON OF ICE CREAM.
Patience jerks back, startled, raises the spoon out of reach.
PATIENCE
No -- this is mine!
MIDNIGHT doesn't back off, jumping repeatedly at the spoon,
climbing over Patience, getting a rear PAW in the open pint.
PATIENCE
Oh, gross, you -- just take it.
Patience offers the cat the half-empty pint. As MIDNIGHT
digs in happily, burying his head in the container --
LIGHTS COME ON in the apartment across the way.
PATIENCE hesitates only an instant, sticks the spoon in her
mouth, CLICKS OFF the TV and flips off a LAMP by the sofa.
THROUGH THE WINDOW, A HANDSOME MAN -- his name is TOM LONE --
crosses past.
PATIENCE sighs in the dark, moving for a better view. This
voyeurism is a guilty habit.
(CONTINUED)
9.
CONTINUED:
LONE checks his mail, loosens his tie, unbuttons his shirt.
PATIENCE
Welcome home, sweetie. How was work today...?
(male voice)
Same old same old. All I wanna do is get out of
this shirt and give you a big old hug...
LONE is distracted, reading his mail, shirt still on.
MIDNIGHT, meanwhile, pulls her head out of the ice cream and
leaps onto the windowsill -- she looks first at Lone, then at
Patience, who looks around her.
PATIENCE
Down in front... Come on, you, off with the shirt.
Instead, LONE is moving out of view. PATIENCE moves in the
same direction, into her BATHROOM.
INT. PATIENCE'S APARTMENT - BATHROOM - NIGHT
THE BATHROOM WINDOW faces into Lone's bedroom. He starts to
unbutton his shirt, glances casually out the window --
PATIENCE immediately ducks out of sight. A moment later, she
rises slowly to peek out again --
THE WINDOW is DARK, LONE has turned off THE LIGHT.
PATIENCE flips ON THE LIGHT, studies her face in the mirror.
PATIENCE
Lame, lame, lame.
She wipes a bit of chocolate from the corner of her mouth.
She tries a seductive pout, a la Laurel, gives her hair a
seductive toss -- it winds up in her eyes and mouth.
ON PATIENCE'S WINDOW -- from across the alley, we see
PATIENCE before her mirror, brushing her hair. PULL BACK to
reveal we're watching with TOM LONE, who spies on Patience
through his own window, lights off. He SIGHS.
CUT TO:
10.
INT. AVENAL HQ - SHOWROOM - DAY
MOVING CAMERA delivers an assault on the senses: MIRRORS,
oversized versions of the BEAUTY PRODUCTS, charts of COLOR
CHOICES, shelves upon shelves of slickly-packaged COSMETICS.
Prominent is a DISPLAY for BEAUNIQUE. HIP MUSIC in BG.
AVENAL GIRLS, perfectly coiffed and made-up Barbie dolls,
busily paint the faces of CLIENTS, women of all ages and
backgrounds, in high-tech MAKE-UP CHAIRS that resemble
torture devices.
PATIENCE crosses through, pausing to take off her sneakers
and pull on a pair of high heels. SALLY -- an Avenal girl
in a prim outfit, working on a matronly CUSTOMER -- looks
up to greet PATIENCE. We now see Patience has a small
SCRATCH on her cheek, poorly covered with makeup.
SALLY
Look what the cat dragged in.
PATIENCE
(touching her cheek)
I know, I know, I'm late -- Midnight thought there
was a mouse in my pillow.
SALLY
This is why I only sleep with my own species.
Lunch at Joey's?
PATIENCE nods and waves as she hurries through a set of doors
to an ELEVATOR BANK.
INT. AVENAL HQ - ACCOUNTING BULLPEN - DAY
OVERHEAD ANGLE on a rat's maze of office cubicles, peopled
with ACCOUNTING STAFF. FIND PATIENCE tapping at her
terminal, sipping COFFEE. It's a grim little space,
enlivened by a GARFIELD toy, some New Yorker cartoons.
PATIENCE seems bored by the drone work -- then she cocks her
head at something on the screen, leans closer. She double-
checks DATA in the print-outs. Something doesn't tally.
ON SCREEN -- among a long list of figures, we see "YP-3"
highlighted, followed by a series of numbers.
PATIENCE gets up quickly with the printouts, she spills a few
drops of COFFEE on her white blouse. She dabs at these
distractedly as she moves through the bullpen toward a
glassed-in office. She knocks on the open door, where we see
the name "D. BERGER - ACCOUNTING."
(CONTINUED)
11.
CONTINUED:
PATIENCE
Dave, I was just going over the first quarter
expenses. Our lab fees for this one additive --
YP-3 -- have gone through the roof.
BERGER, a balding, bespectacled accountant, looks up as
Patience moves around his desk to show him some figures.
PATIENCE
Look at this, an overage of eight hundred percent
on "extruded pellets" alone -- I'm not even sure
what that is --
BERGER
Rat chow.
Berger's concerned. As they huddle over the figures, we hear
a CHOPPER approach. CAMERA MOVES PAST THEM, OUT the WINDOW -
-
EXT. AVENAL HQ - DAY
-- CAMERA SWINGS UP the 40-story skyscraper in the business
district of a city mixing architecture old and new. CAMERA
PASSES a WINDOW WASHER on a cable-driven rig. NEARING the
ROOF, we see a glowing sign which reads "AVENAL BEAUTY" --
and a PASSENGER CHOPPER coming in for a landing.
EXT. AVENAL HQ - HELIPAD - DAY
THE CHOPPER touches down on a HELIPAD atop an elevated
PENTHOUSE. GEORGES AVENAL emerges, ducking in the blade
wash. The company's CEO, Georges is charismatic, handsome,
immaculately tailored -- an exacting asshole to the core.
Getting out of the helicopter behind him, his menacing,
silent bodyguard ANGEL carries a leather suitcase or two.
LAUREL AVENAL trots toward her husband with open arms.
Laurel is 30-something, a still-gorgeous super-model but, in
person, a tad past her prime. She comes across as sweet and
well-meaning, but a bit dim and victimized.
LAUREL
Oh honey, welcome back!
She throws her arms around Georges to give him a kiss, but he
pushes her away, turns aside to SNEEZE.
(CONTINUED)
12.
CONTINUED:
LAUREL
Are you all right?
GEORGES
My allergies. I thought you were getting rid of
that vile dog of yours.
GEORGES plucks a long DOG HAIR from her clothes, holds it up
for her to see, then moves on briskly, down an external
flight of stairs from the helipad to a PENTHOUSE below.
Laurel follows after him, Angel in the rear.
LAUREL
Georges, when you're gone, Tippy is all I've got
and -- I get so lonely.
GEORGES
So get a bird or a fish, something that doesn't
shed.
(a glance at her)
Have you gained weight?
They head through glass doors into the PENTHOUSE.
INT. AVENAL HQ - PENTHOUSE - DAY
LAUREL protests, examining her body.
LAUREL
No no, it's muscle -- I've been working out, doing
my Tae Kwan
Do --
She flexes a MUSCLE to demonstrate. GEORGES isn't
interested, looking at the penthouse decor with distaste.
Meanwhile ANGEL moves to an elevator, presses a down button
and awaits his masters.
The penthouse is a large, dramatic space, decorated in a
frilly, Louis XIV style -- classical STATUARY of nude
females, ornate DRAPERIES across one wall -- there are
LADDERS, cans of paint, a work in progress. A large PORTRAIT
of LAUREL dominates the room. In one alcove is a MOVIE-STAR
MAKE-UP MIRROR, surrounded by lights.
GEORGES
What the hell happened here?
(CONTINUED)
13.
CONTINUED:
LAUREL
I'm doing some redecorating, I've had so much time
on my hands -- do you like it?
GEORGES
No. What's with the curtains?
LAUREL
Draperies. They soften the space...
GEORGES
I like hard spaces.
(off her hurt look)
Whatever, Laurel, if it makes you happy. I plan to
be spending more time at the factory, anyway.
He enters the ELEVATOR, Laurel behind, Angel hits the button.
INT. AVENAL HQ - ELEVATOR BANK - DAY
A LARGE GRAPHIC depicts LAUREL and GEORGE together. PATIENCE
curls her lip at this as she presses the DOWN button.
DOORS OPEN to reveal the real LAUREL and GEORGES, startling
Patience a bit, the impassive ANGEL behind them. Patience
takes a half-step forward and hesitates, reluctant to get
aboard, frozen in place. The DOORS start to close, then open
again -- she's in the way.
GEORGES
In or out?
PATIENCE meekly steps into the elevator, presses a button for
the lobby, nervously keeping her eyes fixed to the front.
INT. AVENAL HQ - ELEVATOR - DAY
GEORGES leans past her to hit "DOOR CLOSE." Many CAT HAIRS
are sprinkled on her clothes, he SNIFFS and stifles a sneeze.
He looks Patience over, and doesn't like what he sees.
GEORGES
Excuse me, miss. Do you know who I am?
(CONTINUED)
14.
CONTINUED:
PATIENCE
Um... of course. You're Georges Avenal -- you own
the company --
GEORGES
Then you actually work for me. Are you familiar
with our products?
PATIENCE
Yes sir, I just can't really afford them --
GEORGES
You can afford some peroxide, can't you? Do
something about this mousy hair.
GEORGES runs a hand distastefully through her frizzy hair,
then takes a moment to study her.
GEORGES
Stain on your blouse, run in your pantyhose -- and
that color's awful on you.
(fingering her outfit)
Do you own an iron? Show me your hands.
Shaking, Patience extends her hands. Georges inspects her
trembling fingers. He seems saddened, clucks his tongue.
GEORGES
A nail-biter... my my, you really are the "before"
picture, aren't you?
LAUREL
I could give her the number for my manicurist --
GEORGES
(waving Laurel off)
What's your name?
PATIENCE
Patience...
GEORGES
I haven't got all day --
(CONTINUED)
15.
CONTINUED:
PATIENCE
No, my name's Patience, Patience Price. I'm in
accounting.
GEORGES
I'm afraid that's no excuse. Regardless of your
position, you do represent Avenal Beauty. I simply
can't allow that to continue.
PATIENCE
Wait. You're not -- firing me?
GEORGES
I have no choice. All we have to sell is an image
-- and you are not it. You've got to go.
DING! The DOOR OPENS. Patience stares at the man in
disbelief, then bolts out into the SHOWROOM.
STAY WITH GEORGES, LAUREL and ANGEL as the doors close.
LAUREL
Poor girl.
GEORGES studies Laurel's face a moment, leans closer, amazed.
GEORGES
Is that a pimple?
INT. JOEY'S DINER - DAY
A retro place, PATIENCE and SALLY sit in a booth over SALADS
and SODAS. Sally leans across the table, fixing Patience's
make-up -- her mascara's run from crying, her nose is red.
An open MAKE-UP POUCH rests between them.
PATIENCE
I try, Sally, I really do. I read Vogue, I wear
uncomfortable shoes... I've been a female all my
life, you'd think I'd be better at it by now.
SALLY
Watch the frown lines, you'll need a lift before
you're forty.
(CONTINUED)
16.
CONTINUED:
PATIENCE
He's right, I'm not even presentable enough to be
an accountant. Maybe the church needs a new bell-
ringer.
SALLY
Look, he was just in a bad mood. Sales are down,
his marriage is on the rocks --
PATIENCE
How do you know that?
SALLY
I have an enquiring mind. This is "Nympho," very
hot, I snagged it from the showroom...
She opens a tube of LIPSTICK, starts applying it expertly to
Patience's lips as she speaks.
SALLY
Laurel's losing her looks, she's dumber than her
cockapoo -- buzz is, Georges is trading her in for
next year's model. All I'm saying is, by now he's
probably forgotten about canning you.
PATIENCE
I don't care. No way am I going back there.
SALLY
Shut up, you'll smear... voila, now suck your
finger.
Patience puts her finger in her mouth, pulls it out with a
pop, to keep the lipstick off her teeth. She studies the
residue on her finger.
PATIENCE
I can't believe we put this stuff on our mouths.
Grease, acid and ground-up fish scales... who knows
what they put in our mascara...
SALLY
No wonder you never made it in sales.
ANGLE THROUGH WINDOW BEHIND THEM, as a long LIMOUSINE passes.
17.
INT. LIMOUSINE - DAY
LAUREL is fixing her make-up meticulously in a COMPACT
MIRROR, looking for signs of the dreaded zit. GEORGES is
flipping through AD LAYOUT BOARDS. WESLEY, a weasely
ASSISTANT, is seated between them, going over an electronic
appointment book. A CHAUFFEUR, ANGEL in the passenger seat.
WESLEY
You're both scheduled to appear at the Make-Overs
for the Homeless event on the 25th --
GEORGES
Ugh. That one's yours, Laurel.
WESLEY
The ballet opens the following Friday --
GEORGES
(re: the ad boards)
These look good, Wesley, send them back to the
agency.
LAUREL closes the compact, leans across to catch a glimpse.
LAUREL
May I see?
GEORGES
You wouldn't be interested.
LAUREL
Please, Georges?
She tugs a board away, then sucks in her breath seeing --
AN AD featuring DRINA, a gorgeous young model, nearly nude.
We see a tube of MASCARA with the AVENAL LOGO.
GEORGES
That's Drina.
LAUREL
She's... pretty.
GEORGES
She's magnificent.
GEORGES takes the board back, LAUREL looks a little sick.
(CONTINUED)
18.
CONTINUED:
LAUREL
Well, I'm still the face of Avenal... aren't I?
GEORGES
(smiling indulgently)
You've had a remarkably long shelf life, it's true.
But... every product has an expiration date.
Laurel bites her lip, looks out the window, close to tears.
A PHONE is ringing, ANGEL answers in front. Georges' hands
are still full with the ads piled around him.
ANGEL
Uh, sir, it's Dave Berger in accounting.
GEORGES
Who? I don't talk to bean-counters.
ANGEL
He says it's urgent.
GEORGES
All right, Angel, put it on speaker.
INTERCUT WITH:
INT. AVENAL HQ - BERGER'S OFFICE - DAY
BERGER peers at his TERMINAL, a half-eaten SANDWICH nearby.
He's marked up the PRINT-OUTS that Patience brought him.
BERGER
(on phone)
Mr. Avenal -- I hate to bother you, sir, but we
have a problem. It seems the lab has been
overproducing YP-3 -- that's the anti-aging
ingredient in
Beaunique --
GEORGES
Why are you telling me this? It's routine to have
a surplus --
(CONTINUED)
19.
CONTINUED:
BERGER
We've stockpiled over a thousand gallons, enough to
last us well into the 29th Century.
GEORGES
Perhaps that is a trifle optimistic --
BERGER
And very expensive. Funding seems to have been
siphoned out of the employee pension plan --
GEORGES
Impossible, this has to be an error. Are you
responsible for this data?
BERGER
Well, actually Patience Price brought the matter to
my
attention --
GEORGES
Yes, yes, I'm familiar with Ms. Price. Obviously
her bookkeeping is as sloppy as her appearance.
BERGER
Sir, she's a very reliable employee --
GEORGES
I've heard enough, Berger. In the future, double-
check your figures before you waste my time -- and
then put it in a memo.
WITH BERGER
BERGER
(on phone)
In all fairness, Mr. Avenal, I think --
BEEP. He's talking to a dial tone. Berger hangs up,
frustrated and chagrined.
CUT TO:
20.
EXT. SHOPPING DISTRICT - DAY
START on a JEWELRY DISPLAY, a ritzy DIAMOND NECKLACE.
SALLY's face appears in the window, beaming.
SALLY
Wow... sorry, Patience, I just found a new best
friend.
PATIENCE, beside her, WHISTLES appreciatively, then moves on.
PATIENCE
I'm sick of drooling over things I'll never have.
The two are WINDOW-SHOPPING, passing a SHOE STORE, boots
and high-heels... A WESTERNWEAR SHOP, belt buckles, WHIPS...
SALLY
Oh, you're a ray of sunshine. Tell you what, let
me take you clubbing this weekend --
PATIENCE
I'm not sure I'm fit to be seen in public.
SALLY
You will be in that dress. I've had my eye on it
for weeks.
SALLY points at a MANNEQUIN in the window of a trendy
boutique, garbed in a dramatic, sexy outfit -- a short
bodice, a tiny skirt, plenty of plastic skin showing.
PATIENCE
Sally, that is not a dress, it's a rumor of a
dress. It's barely forensic evidence of a dress.
SALLY
It's a genuine Gaultier knock-off --
PATIENCE
It's not me.
SALLY
But don't you ever wanna be somebody else?
PATIENCE
I just wish I could be ten years old again -- it
didn't matter what I wore as long as I could climb
a tree in it.
(CONTINUED)
21.
CONTINUED:
SALLY
Your tomboy days are over.
PATIENCE
That's my bus, Sal, see you later.
PATIENCE trots toward a BUS, SALLY calls after her.
SALLY
This weekend, Patience. I swear, I'm gonna make
you have fun if it kills you...
As Sally moves on, CAMERA LINGERS ON the window of A LINGERIE
STORE, scantily-clad MANNEQUINS, including one in BLACK
UNDIES and a CAT MASK.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. BERGER'S TOWNHOUSE - NIGHT
DAVE BERGER, the accountant, dressed casually, gets out of a
CAB and heads into his modest home.
INT. BERGER'S TOWNHOUSE - NIGHT
Berger SNIFFS the air quizzically as he lets himself in.
He moves toward the KITCHEN. In the kitchen DOORWAY, he
fumbles for a LIGHT SWITCH, flicks it on and --
EXT. BERGER'S TOWNHOUSE - NIGHT
KA-BOOM! The WINDOWS BLOW OUT with a HUGE EXPLOSION.
ACROSS THE STREET, a BLACK MERCEDES pulls from the curb,
HEADLIGHTS OFF, and ACCELERATES away.
CUT TO:
INT. PATIENCE'S BUILDING - HALLWAY - NIGHT
PATIENCE moves to her apartment door, arms loaded with
GROCERIES. She struggles to unlock the door while keeping
these upright -- we see a "HELLO KITTY" emblem on her key
chain. As soon as the door is open --
-- MIDNIGHT BOLTS out into the hall, a black streak moving
toward the stairs and darting upward.
(CONTINUED)
22.
CONTINUED:
PATIENCE
Midnight! You little monster --
Patience tosses her groceries in the door, leaving it ajar,
and runs after the cat.
A few moments after she's vanished up the stairs, we hear
FOOTSTEPS from below and...
ANGEL, Georges Avenal's menacing bodyguard, appears in the
hallway. He moves purposefully for Patience's door, pushes
it open and steps inside. Midnight just saved her neck.
INT. PATIENCE'S BUILDING - UPSTAIRS HALLWAY - NIGHT
MIDNIGHT makes for an open hall window that leads onto a FIRE
ESCAPE. Patience just spots her heading outside.
PATIENCE
Oh no...
EXT. PATIENCE'S BUILDING - ALLEY - NIGHT
Patience reaches the window just in time to see --
MIDNIGHT make a SPECTACULAR LEAP across the alleyway
and --
-- LAND ON TOM LONE'S BALCONY.
PATIENCE is annoyed, but also impressed, in spite of herself.
PATIENCE
Hell of a jump...
INT. PATIENCE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
ANGEL flings open the closet and bathroom doors in Patience's
empty apartment -- no dice. On his way out, he eyes a plate
of cat food and ice cream with a wince.
EXT. LONE'S BUILDING - ALLEY - NIGHT
Patience clumsily CLAMBERS up Lone's RATTLING FIRE ESCAPE,
reaches the level Midnight is on, moves toward the cat.
(CONTINUED)
23.
CONTINUED:
PATIENCE
You are not worth the trouble --
Suddenly, a WINDOW FLIES OPEN, just a foot away, a GUN points
in her face. Patience lets out a CRY, jumps
back --
LONE
Freeze!
It's TOM LONE. But Patience loses her balance, FALLS --
-- and LANDS in an open DUMPSTER.
LONE darts from the window, alarmed, realizing his error.
EXT. PATIENCE'S BUILDING - NIGHT
ANGEL emerges, shaking his head and shrugging toward the
unseen driver of the BLACK MERCEDES, then he climbs in the
passenger door. As the car pulls away --
-- LONE hurries from the building next-door toward the alley.
EXT. PATIENCE'S BUILDING - ALLEY - NIGHT
PATIENCE painfully gets upright, slipping in the trash, as
LONE appears; he's a no-nonsense, gruff cop with a dry wit.
LONE
You all right?
He clambers onto the dumpster's edge to help her out, she
slips and slides, almost pulls him in after her.
LONE
I'm really sorry -- I'm a police officer, I heard
the noise and just assumed... here, grab my arm.
He manages to hoist Patience to the lip, she's able to climb
to the ground. She's drenched in GOOEY GARBAGE, just stares
at Lone, a bit dazed from the fall. She can't believe she's
face to face with the man of her dreams. Lone thinks a beat.
LONE
Habla espanol?
(CONTINUED)
24.
CONTINUED:
She blinks at him, confused, then he tentatively flashes a
few HAND SIGNS for the deaf. She waves this off.
PATIENCE
No, I -- see, my cat got out --
MIDNIGHT MEWS, rubs against Patience's leg. She picks the
cat up, nods toward her window.
PATIENCE
I live right up there --
LONE
I know.
PATIENCE
You do?
LONE
I mean, I -- I've seen you. Around.
PATIENCE
Really. Actually, I've seen you too. Around, that
is.
(a nod at the
dumpster)
Thanks for helping me out.
LONE
Don't mention it. I can't resist a damsel in
distress.
PATIENCE smiles and cocks her head... flirtatious body
language. She runs a hand through her hair, pulls out some
sticky TISSUE PAPER, looks at it with disgust.
PATIENCE
Oh God, what -- what is that?!
He looks over her shoulder, winces.
LONE
I could run it over to the lab...
She tosses it in the dumpster, finally registering that she's
drenched in WET GARBAGE.
PATIENCE
I'm sorry, it was nice talking to you, but -- I'm
completely disgusting.
(CONTINUED)
25.
CONTINUED:
Mortified, she hurries back to the entrance to her building.
Lone looks after her, amused.
CUT TO:
EXT. TRENDY CLUB - NIGHT
SPOTLIGHTS before a NIGHTCLUB, a CROWD behind a VELVET ROPE.
A HANDSOME BOUNCER stands guard. SALLY AND PATIENCE are near
the front of the line. Sally has transformed herself, with
heavy make-up, a revealing skin-tight outfit that shows
plenty of cleavage. Patience is in a conservative dress, one
she might wear to work. Sally HOWLS with LAUGHTER at
something Patience has just said. Patience looks grim.
PATIENCE
It isn't funny.
SALLY
(still chuckling)
Yes it is. All this time you've spent mooning over
that hottie neighbor and he points a gun at you --
PATIENCE
At least it broke the ice --
SALLY
I told you men go for trashy women.
Patience rolls her eyes, looks over Sally's clothes.
PATIENCE
Speaking of which -- how do you even stay in that
outfit?
SALLY
With any luck, I won't need to.
PATIENCE
I hardly recognize you.
SALLY
That's the idea. I go out at night, I leave
daytime Sally behind, become a different person.
All women do. Except you, of course.
(CONTINUED)
26.
CONTINUED:
PATIENCE
(shrugs, checks
her watch)
How long have we been here, an hour? We're never
getting in...
A TRENDY COUPLE -- call them RANDY and SANDY -- push their
way past PATIENCE, almost knocking her over. Randy's ELBOW
gets her in the gut, Sandy's SPIKE HEEL drives into her foot.
PATIENCE
Ow!
SANDY looks at her blankly as PATIENCE hops, injured.
PATIENCE
You could say I'm sorry?
RANDY
Okay, you're sorry.
He and Sandy laugh as the BOUNCER unhooks the rope, steps
aside for them to enter.
PATIENCE
God, people are so rude.
SALLY
Yes!
Sally has just gotten the NOD, hurries forward. Patience
follows, limping a bit. The BOUNCER blocks Patience's path,
looking her over from head to toe, disapproving.
SALLY
She's with me.
BOUNCER
Then you can stay out here too.
SALLY
She happens to be a very fine human being --
BOUNCER
Like I said, she don't belong inside.
PATIENCE
Sally, just -- go in without me --
SALLY
See, you shoulda bought the dress.
PATIENCE bolts, humiliated; SALLY looks after her sadly.
27.
INT. BUS - NIGHT
PATIENCE sits alone in the back of the bus, looks at --
A YOUNG COUPLE making out... an ELDERLY COUPLE holding hands.
Her eyes drift to an AD for AVENAL BEAUTY overhead -- LAUREL
and GEORGES AVENAL, arms around each other. Patience sighs
and stares out the window.
EXT. PATIENCE'S BUILDING - NIGHT
PATIENCE walks toward her building, the bus kiosk behind her,
the BUS MOVING AWAY. The street is deserted at this hour.
Patience feels very alone, until she looks up to see --
-- MIDNIGHT, perched in her window, awaiting her arrival.
A smile appears on Patience's face. She quickens her step,
crossing the empty street, almost to the sidewalk when --
-- AN ENGINE ROARS behind her. Patience spins just as --
-- THE MERCEDES, LIGHTS OFF, barrels out of the darkness and
--
WHAM! Hits her full-on.
MIDNIGHT at the WINDOW -- the cat lets out a HOWL.
ANGLE DOWN, the MERCEDES has stopped, Patience lies a short
distance behind... in bad shape. The PASSENGER DOOR OPENS.
WITH PATIENCE, barely conscious. ANGEL approaches, studies
her, turns her over with his foot. He nods, a job well done.
INT. PATIENCE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
MIDNIGHT is bouncing off the walls, HOWLING like mad, lunging
and scratching at the door. Finally, the cat charges across
the floor, LAUNCHES herself in a dramatic leap and --
EXT. PATIENCE'S BUILDING - NIGHT
SLOW MOTION as MIDNIGHT LAUNCHES HERSELF AT THE GLASS --
SMASH!
CUT TO:
28.
EXT. BRIDGE/CITY SKYLINE - NIGHT
SPLASH! A BODY (we don't get a good look) hits DARK WATER
hard and vanishes below. MOVE UP TO REVEAL we're at a bridge
over a river, CITY LIGHTS in the distance. ON THE ROADWAY,
CAR DOORS CLOSE and the MERCEDES SEDAN SCREECHES away.
CLOSER ON THE SKYLINE. A HOWL rises -- FIND MIDNIGHT, CRYING
from a rooftop. Unseen CATS join in, a feline TELEGRAPH.
EXT. EDNA'S HOME - NIGHT
The CAT CRY, just audible, far off. Then -- a CAT squeezes
out a WINDOW at the gap in the sill... more CATS SCRAMBLE out
dormers... yet MORE SHOOT OUT the flapping CAT DOOR.
EXT. SUBURBAN STREETS - NIGHT
EDNA'S CATS scramble through alleyways, joined by STRAYS
converging from all directions, picking up the CHORUS. It's
like a flowing RIVER OF CATS.
EXT. MARSHLAND - NIGHT
ON MURKY MOONLIT WATER -- CAMERA MOVES past floating TRASH, a
CAR TIRE, BOTTLES and CANS. We hear the CRIES of the CATS
from nearby, approaching. LIGHTS of the CITY further away,
the BRIDGE visible.
CAMERA FINDS a nylon-encased FOOT... PAN OVER a woman's
CORPSE, her clothes TORN, SOAKED and MUDDY, strewn with RIVER
WEEDS. The body bobs amidst REEDS by this soggy shoreline.
We reach the woman's FACE -- unnaturally pale, eyes fixed...
it's PATIENCE PRICE. Dead.
THE HOWLING is CLOSE now... THE CATS have gathered here,
parting for MIDNIGHT, a feline VIP. The Mau steps
tentatively out onto Patience's corpse, careful not to get
too wet. She crouches on her chest, and --
CLOSE, BREATHES audibly into her parted lips. A brief,
barely visible GLOW flickers at Patience's mouth.
THE CAT shudders, then moves aside, BLINKS as if drugged.
ANOTHER CAT climbs out onto Patience to take Midnight's place
and perform the same ritual.
(CONTINUED)
29.
CONTINUED:
HIGH ANGLE. The crowd of CATS waiting in the reeds, more
arriving by the minute, ready to take turns.
CAMERA ROCKETS DOWN AT PATIENCE'S FACE, into one DEAD EYE...
MEMORY MONTAGE - INT. PATIENCE'S HEAD
DARK, DISTORTED; QUICK IMPRESSIONISTIC IMAGES OVERLAP,
perhaps CAT POVS (LOW-ANGLE TRACKING and CLIMBING SHOTS)
mixed with human MEMORIES:
POV, a ROLLER-COASTER, PATIENCE'S PARENTS to either side --
we hear YOUNG PATIENCE'S LAUGHTER and SHRIEKS.
CLOSE TO GROUND, FATSO the KITTEN dashes after a BELL BALL.
POV, YOUNG PATIENCE at a mirror in a Halloween CAT COSTUME.
POV, CLIMBING A TREE in a suburban backyard. We see her MOM
below, searching for young Patience.
POV, TWO CLOSED COFFINS, surrounded by FLOWERS... now we hear
YOUNG PATIENCE SOBBING.
POV, the BLACK MERCEDES ROCKETS AT CAMERA and --
EXT. MARSHLAND - NIGHT (PRESENT)
-- PATIENCE sits up INTO FRAME with a SCREAM.
She thrashes in the shallows of the marsh, gasping for air,
disoriented... reborn. There's no sign of the cats.
PATIENCE crawls onto shore amidst the reeds, slightly clumsy
at first, almost like a newborn kitten. Her ragged, wet
clothes cling to her body.
TIGHT on her terrified expression. She has no idea what
she's doing here -- or who, or what she is. She opens her
mouth to speak -- all that comes out is a strangled CAT CRY.
She works her jaw, but can't produce human speech. She darts
her head, seems disoriented and overwhelmed.
HER POV -- SOUNDS AMPLIFIED, IMAGE perhaps SOLARIZED, the
darkness BRIGHTENED, objects of interest HIGHLIGHTED as she
takes in the marshland. The EYES of any creature in sight
GLOW. We'll call this CATVISION.
(CONTINUED)
30.
CONTINUED:
WHIP PAN TO a nearby CRICKET perched on a blade of grass --
then UP TO an OWL in the distance, soaring over the park.
WHIP DOWN TO its prey, a SCURRYING MOUSE. THE OWL swoops
with a SCREECH, nailing the MOUSE, we hear its SQUEAL.
PATIENCE, frightened at first, becomes increasingly delighted
by her heightened senses. She spots --
MIDNIGHT in the tall grass. The cat turns, looks over her
shoulder once -- her EYES catch moonlight and GLOW. Patience
is clearly meant to follow.
PATIENCE follows MIDNIGHT on all fours, tenuously at first.
But as she proceeds, her shoulders and hips roll in
distinctly feline fashion. Her body seems slimmer, more
muscular. She rises on two legs, moving in a slinky crouch.
MIDNIGHT pauses to sharpen her claws on the bark of a gnarled
old TREE. PATIENCE follows Midnight's lead, leans forward
against the trunk, arms straight out, head arched back. She
stretches her neck, her back -- her every movement is
graceful, sensual, the awkwardness gone.
She tries to pull her hands from the tree -- but can't for a
moment, finding her FINGER-NAILS stuck into the bark (like a
cat at a scratching post).
A DOG BARKS -- without thinking about it, PATIENCE scrambles
up the side of the tree like a streak.
HER POV FROM TREE -- A LARGE DOG tugs on its OWNER'S leash,
some distance away. The dog walker yanks the dog onward.
PATIENCE takes this in, hears a MEOW --
MIDNIGHT is perched above her, very Cheshire Cat-like.
PATIENCE looks around, self-conscious for a moment -- what is
she doing up a tree? Bad idea to think. She loses her
balance, clutching at branches, tumbles out of the tree --
IN MIDAIR for an instant, she flails spastically, letting out
a SHRIEK -- then her body instinctively TWISTS and --
PATIENCE LANDS on all fours, one leg kicked out, haunches
low. MIDNIGHT lands beside her, nods approvingly at her
landing. Then the cat darts away again, Patience pursues.
31.
EXT. SUBURBAN NEIGHBORHOOD - NIGHT
MIDNIGHT leaps to the top of a FENCE, staring down at
Patience -- "come on." Patience hesitates, then crouches and
SPRINGS UP (with more than human ability), lands triumphantly
on the fence -- then teeters and TUMBLES to the other side.
MIDNIGHT looks disappointed. Patience jumps up again
quickly, as if pretending this never happened, this time
managing to hold her balance.
MIDNIGHT gives her a look and leads onward. At first she's
like a tightrope walker, careful of falling, but her steps
become more confident. Soon she's moving as quickly and
smoothly as the cat.
MIDNIGHT leaps off the fence and darts across a road,
PATIENCE follows.
EXT. PUBLIC GARDEN/ZOO - NIGHT
A tall wrought-iron FENCE surrounds greenery and distant
cages in an urban area. A SIGN: "ARBORETUM - ZOO."
MIDNIGHT squeezes through a gap between the uprights.
PATIENCE hesitates -- this is too narrow for a normal human.
MIDNIGHT waits impatiently on the other side, tail twitching.
PATIENCE makes a dubious SOUND, but manages to slip a foot --
then a leg -- into the opening, twisting and contorting.
Amazingly, she's succeeding, her torso ripples and contracts
as she insinuates herself between the bars. Finally only her
head is on the wrong side. With a final TUG, she's through.
MIDNIGHT crouches low, stalking. PATIENCE copies the
behavior. MIDNIGHT slowly approaches --
A MOTH, fluttering near a FLOWER in this botanical garden.
MIDNIGHT sneaks up close, then POUNCES, but the MOTH flies
out of the cat's grasp.
PATIENCE GIGGLES, MIDNIGHT turns on her and HISSES. The
woman and the cat roll together in this neat BOTANICAL
GARDEN, playing and batting at each other. CAMERA MOVES TO a
small sign nearby, which labels this planting as "CATNIP."
MIDNIGHT HURTLES a CONCRETE MOAT, PATIENCE follows, still
high, giggly. She suddenly finds herself face to face with:
A BENGAL TIGER. He lets out a small ROAR.
(CONTINUED)
32.
CONTINUED:
PATIENCE blinks, crouches -- and ROARS back, unafraid. The
tiger springs forward... and LICKS HER. She wrestles with
him playfully, he's just a bigger version of Midnight.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. EDNA'S HOME - BEDROOM - MORNING
EDNA POWERS sleeps in bed. MIDNIGHT climbs atop her, starts
kneading. She makes a NOISE, rolls over, opens her eyes.
EDNA
Midnight? What are you doing here?
She squints, sees morning light through a window. She climbs
out of bed in her nightdress.
EXT. EDNA'S HOME - DAY
EDNA emerges in a bathrobe, crossing her overgrown lawn,
MIDNIGHT bounding ahead of her. A Martha Stewarty NEIGHBOR,
weeding an immaculate garden, throws Edna a sour look.
NEIGHBOR
Edna, your cats have been using my garden as a
litter box again.
EDNA
(gravely)
You can't change their nature.
The neighbor scowls and returns to her weeding. As EDNA
bends down for her newspaper, she hears a MEOW and
sees --
-- Midnight licking a HAND, which protrudes from under a
bush.
Edna GASPS, moves closer, crouching to get a better look.
It's PATIENCE, sound asleep, body twisted sideways in an
unnatural position. Quietly:
EDNA
Hello...?
Patience starts awake, looking around, confused.
(CONTINUED)
33.
CONTINUED:
EDNA
What are you doing in my hedge?
Patience rolls out from under the bushes, crouches on her
haunches now, a panicky look in her eyes. Leaves and dirt
cling to her clothes. She has no idea how she got here.
INT. EDNA'S HOME - LIVING ROOM - DAY
PATIENCE is wrapped in a BLANKET, sitting on the couch,
MIDNIGHT nuzzling her, as EDNA brings her a cup of TEA. Edna
picks up a CLIPBOARD from a coffee table.
EDNA
Your name is Patience Price, you live on South
87th.
(beat)
You love chocolate -- you're afraid of heights?
Any of this ring a bell?
Patience nods slowly, puts her face in her hands.
PATIENCE
I... it's coming back to me. But last night...
it's just... it's like a dream.
EDNA
(chiding)
You said in your application that you don't drink
or take drugs.
PATIENCE
(rising)
I don't. I think... something must have happened.
I need to...
EDNA
You need to rest.
Patience takes a few steps from the couch and lets the
blanket slip from her shoulders.
EDNA
Oh my God...
Edna stares at PATIENCE'S BACK. The fabric of her dress is
torn, the skin discolored beneath with a hint of dried blood
-- and we make out the marks left by a TIRE TREAD.
(CONTINUED)
34.
CONTINUED:
EDNA
You're in no condition to --
EDNA moves beside Patience and GRABS HER by the wrist --
ON PATIENCE'S HAND, the fingers CURL and FIVE SHARP CAT CLAWS
(SPFX) emerge from her fingertips -- only for an instant.
EDNA blinks at this, PATIENCE whirls on her with an abrupt
and frightening HISS --
CLOSE, Patience's pupils become ELLIPTICAL for a blink,
flecked with GOLD, then --
She yanks her hand away quickly, immediately looks contrite,
and a bit dazed from the momentary transformation.
PATIENCE
Sorry, you -- you startled me... look, Edna, thanks
for everything, but -- I just want to get home and
take a bath.
Edna nods, unnerved. PATIENCE picks MIDNIGHT up in her arms
and hurries out the door. Edna stares after her, a
disturbing thought forming.
INT. EDNA'S HOME - OFFICE - DAY
EDNA moves purposefully to a FILE CABINET in this cluttered,
book-lined room and opens a drawer. She thumbs past many
years' worth of scholarly research, finally pulling a thick,
dog-eared MANILA FILE from near the back. She moves to her
desk, slips on reading glasses and opens the folder --
ANGLE ON FILE -- an old, thick type-written SCHOLARLY PAPER
entitled "MYTHS OF FELIGYNY, by E. POWERS Ph.D." She puts
this aside, revealing a WOODCUT of an AFRICAN Catwoman in
leopard skin, surrounded by cats. Next, an ASIAN CATWOMAN, a
print of a 19th Century watercolor. She wears a Chinese-
style MASK, close-fitting robes, a long tail. Both
illustrations show the women with CLAWS and ELLIPTICAL
PUPILS.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. PATIENCE'S APARTMENT - BATHROOM - DAY
PATIENCE stares at her dirty face in the MIRROR, still
reeling from the events of the previous night.
(CONTINUED)
35.
CONTINUED:
Behind her, THE BATHTUB RUNS, almost filled. She moves to
the edge of the tub, starting to undo her ragged clothes,
stares down at --
THE RIPPLING WATER. She blinks, her expression far
away --
FLASHBACK - INT. PATIENCE'S HEAD
A vertiginous PLUNGE from the bridge toward DARK WATER --
INT. PATIENCE'S APARTMENT - BATHROOM - DAY (PRESENT)
PATIENCE starts, shaking off this momentary vision.
She dips a finger in the water, jerks back -- much as a cat
might. She shakes drops off her hand, repelled by the water.
INT. PATIENCE'S APARTMENT - DAY
There's KNOCKING at the door. The PHONE IS RINGING, a
MACHINE picks up. We hear RUNNING WATER from beyond the
closed bathroom door.
PATIENCE (V.O.)
This is Patience, you can leave a message if you
want...
BEEP.
INT. PATIENCE'S APARTMENT - BATHROOM - DAY
PATIENCE turns off the TAPS, in the quiet she hears EDNA'S
VOICE on her answering machine.
EDNA (V.O.)
It's Edna Powers -- the most extraordinary thing, I
-- I think I know what's happened to you --
PATIENCE has risen with a shiver, hurries back into the main
room, pulling her blouse closed.
INT. PATIENCE'S APARTMENT - DAY
PATIENCE moves for the PHONE, but FREEZES at the sight
of --
(CONTINUED)
36.
CONTINUED:
-- THE DOORKNOB RATTLING, someone trying to get in.
EDNA (V.O.)
-- be careful, Patience, I'm afraid you may be in
danger...
MIDNIGHT lets out a menacing GROWL.
THE KNOB TURNS, the door swings open -- a MAN starts to enter
--
CLANG! PATIENCE whacks him over the head with a FRYING PAN.
THE MAN is knocked hard into the door and slumps to the
ground, stunned... it's TOM LONE.
PATIENCE recognizes him with horror, looks at the door --
PATIENCE'S KEYS with the "HELLO KITTY" emblem dangle from the
lock, her PURSE is on the ground.
PATIENCE
I am so, so sorry --
TOM LONE groans, painfully coming to and sitting up.
PATIENCE crouches at his side.
LONE
You actually hit me with a frying pan?
PATIENCE
I didn't know it was you.
LONE
Guess we're even now. Name's Tom Lone, by the way.
PATIENCE
(shakes his hand)
Patience Price.
LONE
Yeah, I know, I checked your ID.
PATIENCE
Oh God, not that awful driver's license picture --
LONE
(rubbing his head)
Got any ice?
(CONTINUED)
37.
CONTINUED:
PATIENCE hurries to assemble an ice pack, MIDNIGHT is eating
happily at the table, LONE gets to his feet.
LONE
I found your purse in the street right outside this
morning. I tried calling -- I was afraid something
might've happened to you...
PATIENCE returns with a washcloth full of ice.
PATIENCE
That was really nice of you.
LONE
Well, it's part of my job... I'm a detective,
burglary-robbery division. So what did happen to
you?
He applies the ice-pack to his head while eying her clothes.
She suddenly becomes aware of her disheveled appearance.
PATIENCE
Oh no, I'm a mess. It seems every time you see me
I -- I was just cleaning.
(this isn't flying)
The um, the chimney.
LONE
Where's the fireplace?
PATIENCE
It wasn't mine.
LONE
You're a freelance chimney sweep?
LONE is now looking around the apartment, taking it all in
with a careful detective's eye. He sees the shredded
PHOTOGRAPHS, the BROKEN WINDOW, points --
LONE
You should get that fixed.
PATIENCE
Oh yeah, I hadn't noticed... I mean, I had to break
it to get in because... I lost my purse.
(CONTINUED)
38.
CONTINUED:
LONE
(studying the
windowsill)
Funny, looks like it was broken from inside.
Lone is now regarding her with open curiosity. Patience
shrugs helplessly.
LONE
So everything's all right now?
(off her nod)
Well, I'd better be getting to the station, then...
unless there's anything else.
LONE hopes so, PATIENCE desperately wants him to stay... but
--
PATIENCE
I guess not...
LONE
Then -- bye, now.
He sounds disappointed. As the door shuts, Patience clutches
her hair, makes a SOUND of frustration, almost like a MEOW.
INT. PATIENCE'S BUILDING - HALLWAY - DAY
PATIENCE flings open the door, calls after Lone:
PATIENCE
I want you...
He turns, startled. Patience has a sultry, come-hither look
in her eye, her VOICE has a lower, sexier tone.
LONE
Excuse me?
She shudders. The sexy expression turns to one of shock and
anxiety -- what has she done? Then, vamping:
PATIENCE
I want you, um, to forgive me. For hitting you
like that.
LONE
No need -- woman living alone, you can't take any
chances.
(CONTINUED)
39.
CONTINUED:
PATIENCE nods unsurely, starts to retreat into the apartment.
LONE thinks, calls out to her.
LONE
Listen, I was gonna grab a cup of coffee...
CUT TO:
INT. COFFEE SHOP - DAY
LONE and PATIENCE move from a COUNTER with COFFEE CUPS in
hand. Patience has cleaned up, dressed a little sexier than
usual -- she looks good.
PATIENCE
So, did you always want to be a policeman?
(beat, rolling her eyes)
God, listen to me, Conversation 101.
LONE
(a laugh)
Hey, we gotta start somewhere. Actually, when I
was a kid, I wanted to be a rock star.
They take seats at a small table.
LONE
I was kind of a delinquent back then, got into some
trouble. There was a cop who helped me out. Made
a difference. I figured... maybe I could do the
same.
PATIENCE
Plus you can still get into trouble.
LONE
Right, but for the good guys... So what do you do?
When you're not dumpster diving or cleaning
chimneys, I mean.
PATIENCE
Accounting. That is, I used to, I just lost my
job.
LONE
I'm sorry.
(CONTINUED)
40.
CONTINUED:
PATIENCE
Don't be, it was pretty dull. I guess when you get
down to it, I'm pretty dull.
Patience realizes she's not making for a great first date.
PATIENCE
Let me start over. It's just... I never got into
any trouble or anything --
LONE
Come on, never?
PATIENCE
Well, when I was little, but -- after I lost my
folks I... I guess I turned into sort of a scaredy-
ca -- um, pretty risk-averse.
LONE
That's not a bad thing. It's a pretty dangerous
world.
PATIENCE
Sometimes I just wish I was less of a wimp.
LONE
You're not afraid to admit you're afraid -- that
takes guts.
PATIENCE
It does?
LONE
Most women I know pretend to be tougher than they
really are.
(beat)
Listen... if you ever need someone -- to look out
for you, keep an eye on --
(changing tack)
-- or whatever -- I'm available.
He pulls a card from his wallet, passes it to her.
PATIENCE
Wow.
(CONTINUED)
41.
CONTINUED:
LONE
(catching himself)
Oh hey, I didn't mean that to sound like a come-on
--
PATIENCE
(disappointed)
Oh.
LONE
I mean, unless you...
(rising)
I'm just going to shut up now and go.
PATIENCE
See you around.
LONE
Yeah, you will.
He gives her a wave and heads out of the coffee shop. A
broad smile spreads over Patience's face.
CUT TO:
EXT. AVENAL FACTORY - DAY
LAUREL'S SMILING FACE on a BILLBOARD. It's only there for a
moment, quickly plastered over with --
A NEW BILLBOARD featuring DRINA'S FACE. We're outside a
dramatic, gated industrial COMPLEX, TRUCKS with the AVENAL
LOGO, a sprawling CHEMICAL FACTORY at the center.
INT. AVENAL FACTORY - GEORGES' OFFICE - DAY
HUGE VATS, DUCTS, PIPES, etc., it's a busy, VERY NOISY
environment. CAMERA FINDS GEORGES' OFFICE, large windows
overlooking the factory floor.
INSIDE, behind the thick windows, it's SILENT. This is a
hard, masculine space, all steel and wood.
GEORGES stands by a table, WESLEY and ANGEL at his side; IVAN
NEVSKI, 50s, a smoldering Russian scientist, is showing them
--
MEDICAL PHOTOS of people's faces, the eyes covered with black
BARS -- the skin is BLOTCHED, lumpy, something very wrong.
(CONTINUED)
42.
CONTINUED:
GEORGES flips through these quickly, his tone frustrated.
GEORGES
Okay, with too much YP-3 you get side-effects --
but too much of anything is bad for you -- tap
water, sunshine, cigarettes --
ANGEL
It's like leprosy or something...
GEORGES
The point is, now that we've adjusted the formula,
Beaunique works. Plumps the skin, removes
wrinkles, leaves a nice rosy glow -- it's perfectly
safe now, my own wife uses it...
His voice trails off as he considers this fact. He glances
at the medical pictures, puts them aside. Airy denial:
GEORGES
You want to be beautiful, you've got to make
certain sacrifices. I mean, look at Botox, women
are lining up to get their faces paralyzed.
NEVSKI has been doing a slow burn, now blurts out:
NEVSKI
Enough! Pretending my YP-3 is only for your
cosmetics, feh! You've known about these "side-
effects" from the start, they are not side-effects
at all --
GEORGES
What? You're not making sense --
NEVSKI
I thought I'd left this sort of madness behind me -
- then I find out you've been in contact with
Xavier Bartok --
GEORGES
I've never heard of the man.
(CONTINUED)
43.
CONTINUED:
NEVSKI
I still have connections. You
may have used me, but I am not
a fool.
GEORGES
Doctor Nevski, is it possible you've gone insane?
NEVSKI spins on his heel and storms out.
ANGEL
Russians, sheesh.
GEORGES
As if I don't have enough on my mind.
GEORGES moves to a nearby SHREDDER. He starts feeding in the
MEDICAL PHOTOS.
GEORGES
Changes are going to have to
be made... and change can be
painful.
He glances at a MAGAZINE AD lying on his desk.
GEORGES
It isn't easy to eliminate an established brand...
Finished shredding the medical photos, he picks up the
AD -- it's an AD for BEAUNIQUE, featuring LAUREL'S FACE.
WESLEY
Sir, are you seriously thinking of recalling
Beaunique --?
GEORGES
I'm not talking about Beaunique.
He slips the AD into the SHREDDER. CLOSE -- as the machine
turns THE AD into CONFETTI, we hear the VOICE of LAUREL
AVENAL OVER:
LAUREL (V.O.)
A famous poet once said, beauty is truth, truth
beauty...
CUT TO:
44.
EXT. URBAN PARK - DAY
A HOMELESS CAMP -- tents, boxes, etc. -- nearby. BAG LADIES
stand in a line near MAKE-UP STOOLS, AVENAL GIRLS are busy
painting their faces, doing their best.
LAUREL (O.S.)
...or maybe it's the other way around...
FIND LAUREL AVENAL at a TABLE with a BANNER: "AVENAL CARES."
VIDEO CAMERAS are trained on her as she signs POSTERS,
PERFUME BOXES, etc. while talking into a MIC.
LAUREL
The point is, everyone deserves to look in the
mirror and feel good about themselves. Be we rich
or poor, we all must strive to be more beautiful
than we can be...
A PROCESS SERVER in a suit with a briefcase reaches Laurel,
places a stack of papers in front of her. She starts to sign
automatically, then stops, turns off the mic.
LAUREL
What is this?
PROCESS SERVER
Laurel Avenal, I am hereby serving you with a
restraining order.
LAUREL
What?
PROCESS SERVER
You are not to set foot within one hundred yards of
any property owned or occupied by Avenal Beauty
Corporation or any of its subsidiaries or
affiliates.
LAUREL
I -- this must be some sort of mistake --
PROCESS SERVER
You will, however, have sixty days to remain in
residence at the Avenal estate, at the end of which
time you and all your personal property must be --
(CONTINUED)
45.
CONTINUED:
LAUREL
(a desperate cry)
Georges Avenal is my husband!
The man pulls another document from his briefcase.
PROCESS SERVER
That brings me to this petition for divorce...
LAUREL looks shell-shocked. A CAMERA FLASHES. She turns and
manages to force a stiff, trembling smile for the
photographer. CAMERA FLASHES again, WHITING OUT the frame --
IRIS DOWN TO:
INT. PATIENCE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
PATIENCE'S SLEEPING FACE. She stirs, stretches.
WIDER, she's lying on top of a BOOKCASE in a twisted, awkward
position. MIDNIGHT jumps up and brushes against her.
CLOSE ON PATIENCE'S EYES -- they FLY OPEN, GOLD-FLECKED and
(for a moment) ELLIPTICAL.
PATIENCE -- now pure CATWOMAN -- springs down gracefully and
scans the dark apartment. She stretches her limbs
languorously, licks her lips. She flexes her fingers,
watching appreciatively as her CLAWS EMERGE.
She reaches out and SPEARS LONE'S CARD on a fingernail,
regards it as she picks up the receiver. With another CLAW
she unhesitatingly punches in the number. When she speaks,
after a beat, her voice is throaty, sexier -- whenever she's
Catwoman, she'll talk this way. During the following, she
toys with the long PHONE CORD like a cat.
PATIENCE/CATWOMAN
(on phone)
Mmm, too bad you're not there... guess I'll have to
go out and play by myself.
She tosses the receiver aside and prowls the room, moving
casually atop the back of the couch, from there to other
pieces of furniture and the counter, hops down to the floor.
She studies the place as if seeing it for the first time.
(CONTINUED)
46.
CONTINUED:
PATIENCE/CATWOMAN
What a dump.
PATIENCE plucks at the clothing she wears, frowning. She
opens a DRESSER DRAWER and PAWS through the contents, like a
cat digging in a litterbox, SHREDDING the clothes.
PATIENCE/CATWOMAN
Ugh -- please -- frowsy --
She moves to a closet, throws open the door, rifling through
the outfits, RIPPING them to bits, hurling them aside.
PATIENCE/CATWOMAN
Damn, I haven't got a thing to wear!
True -- she's emptied and trashed the closet, SLAMS the door.
CUT TO:
EXT. SHOPPING DISTRICT - NIGHT
MULTIPLE ALARMS RING.
QUICK CUTS of STOREFRONTS, WINDOWS SMASHED -- the SHOE STORE,
the LINGERIE STORE, the WESTERN WEAR SHOP, the TRENDY
BOUTIQUE. The MANNEQUIN that had displayed the Gaultier
knock-off is now NAKED.
CUT TO:
EXT. TRENDY CLUB - NIGHT
THRONGS out front behind the velvet ropes. All eyes turn
toward an approaching FIGURE whom we don't see at first...
LOW ANGLE -- a sleek pair of black patent leather BOOTS
appears. A purring rendition of a familiar children's tune:
CATWOMAN
And the cat came back, the very next day...
MOVE UP SLOWLY to reveal the rest of the ensemble -- long
legs in BLACK TIGHTS, the short SKIRT and bodice TOP of the
dress. A WHIP is wrapped around her waist, the tip dangles
almost like a tail. Her stride is confident, sexy.
(CONTINUED)
47.
CONTINUED:
CATWOMAN
The cat came back, they thought she was a goner...
Her arms are encased in long, satiny BLACK GLOVES. A half
MASK with eyeholes and subtle cat's ears covers the top half
of her face, her hair falls free like a mane behind.
CATWOMAN
But the cat came back, she just wouldn't stay awa-
a-ay...
CATWOMAN -- the former PATIENCE PRICE -- comes to a stop in
front of the slack-jawed BOUNCER.
CATWOMAN
What's the word I'm looking for? Oh yes... Meow.
So saying, she strokes a finger under the bouncer's chin --
CLOSE, the CLAW emerges from a SLIT in the glove's fingertip,
but doesn't draw blood.
THE BOUNCER recovers himself, unhooking the rope and stepping
aside. Catwoman strides past him into the club.
INT. TRENDY CLUB - NIGHT
Dramatic DECOR, throbbing MUSIC, DANCING TRENDIES. CATWOMAN
moves confidently through the club. PATRONS can't help but
stare, getting out of her path as she crosses the room.
RANDY and SANDY, the rude couple, are bellied up to the bar.
CATWOMAN slithers between them, almost unnoticed at first.
RANDY starts as something FLICKS against his back --
CATWOMAN holds the end of her WHIP/TAIL, smacking it lightly
against his rear end. He looks up at her.
CATWOMAN
Buy me a drink.
SANDY stares daggers at Catwoman with her drooling boyfriend,
but Catwoman ignores her, leaning close to the attentive
BARTENDER and almost whispering:
(CONTINUED)
48.
CONTINUED:
CATWOMAN
White Russian, no ice, hold the vodka and Kahlua.
The man blinks, retreats to fill the order. SANDY taps
Catwoman on the shoulder as she makes eyes at Randy.
SANDY
Excuse me. Excuse me, earth to slut -- he's taken.
Without looking at her, Catwoman COUGHS discreetly into her
hand, then drops something in SANDY'S martini glass
-- SPLASH.
CLOSE -- a FURBALL in the woman's drink.
SANDY backs away, making a horrified noise.
SANDY
Euw!
The bartender produces a SHOT-GLASS full of cream.
BARTENDER
Cream, straight up.
Catwoman knocks this back, licks white residue from her lips.
CATWOMAN
Let's dance.
She grabs RANDY by the lapel and drags him toward the dance
floor -- not that he needs a lot of encouragement.
CATWOMAN shoves the man onto the dance floor ahead of her.
She begins to writhe sensuously to the music, instantly the
center of attention. Catwoman's distinctive movements
combine catlike grace with acrobatics and martial arts.
RANDY does his best to keep up. He moves near, puts his
hands on her ass. She hisses:
CATWOMAN
Don't touch my tail.
CATWOMAN pulls her WHIP from around her waist, FLICKS it in
the air -- Randy backs off. But Catwoman swings the whip so
that the braided leather wraps repeatedly around his torso.
(CONTINUED)
49.
CONTINUED:
She pulls him against her, clutches his butt -- then PUSHES
HIM AWAY, spinning him out on the whip like a top -- his
TROUSERS have been SHREDDED, the belt SLICED. His pants drop
to his ankles, he stumbles back in his loud bikini underwear,
losing his balance and falling. THE CROWD reacts, laughter.
BOUNCER
That's enough for one night, honey.
HE LUNGES at her from behind, but she drops down and slithers
out of his grasp -- it's like she's vanished into thin air --
then CATWOMAN rises behind him, plants a foot in his ass --
-- and boots him into the DJ'S STATION -- CRASH! MUSIC
STOPS.
MORE CLUB GOONS appear from the back, approach angrily.
CATWOMAN
Guess the party's over.
CATWOMAN springs upward, atop a BANK OF SPEAKERS. She moves
with incredible agility, near the roof of the club, from the
speakers to a LIGHT RIG -- she leaps and grabs a MIRROR BALL,
which SWINGS and deposits her close to the door.
EXT. TRENDY CLUB - NIGHT
CATWOMAN hurls open the front doors, kicks aside the velvet
rope. She addresses the impatient CROWD:
CATWOMAN
C'mon in, wanna-bes! Free drinks!
THE CROWD stampedes the door. Catwoman struts away down the
sidewalk, recoiling the whip around her waist.
A couple of CLUB GOONS make it past the throng. CATWOMAN,
moving onto a highway OVERPASS, notes she's being pursued.
She puts a hand on the railing, and casually VAULTS OVER --
THE GOONS rush to the side, look out to see --
EXT. HIGHWAY - NIGHT
CATWOMAN strutting confidently down the narrow GUARDRAIL
between the two directions of SPEEDING TRAFFIC.
(CONTINUED)
50.
CONTINUED:
She could be out for an evening stroll, ignoring the
SCREECHING BRAKES, HORNS, and STARTLED DRIVERS. She gives
them a wave without bothering to look over her shoulder.
EXT. TENEMENT ROOFTOP - NIGHT
A CHICKEN-WIRE DOOR explodes open and a FLOCK OF PIGEONS
ROCKETS OUT of a COOP AT CAMERA.
CATWOMAN emerges in a CLOUD OF FEATHERS, brushing a few stray
ones off her outfit, with a cat-that-ate-the-canary smile.
She cocks her head, listening in different directions for a
new source of amusement -- snippets of VOICES, MUSIC,
PLUMBING SFX, passing VEHICLES... it's like tuning a radio.
Then she picks up a distant TINKLE of breaking GLASS --
INT. JEWELRY STORE - NIGHT
Dimly lit, an older, discount place. THIEF #1 methodically
breaks DISPLAY CASES with a wrapped hammer, snatches up the
contents -- necklaces, rings, etc. -- stuffing them into a
BAG.
As he moves, a SHADOWY FIGURE -- CATWOMAN -- moves with him,
looking over his shoulder, close enough to touch but unseen.
Each time he turns his head, she has just slinked out of his
view -- her timing is impeccable.
THIEF #2, with a SHOTGUN, stands guard over a blindfolded,
bound-and-gagged NIGHT WATCHMAN. CATWOMAN appears on the
periphery of his vision, but when he turns his head she's
disappeared behind a case -- she emerges on the other side
just before he turns back.
THIEF #3 is at work on a LOCKED STEEL CASE of DRAWERS
with a BLOWTORCH and TOOLS. CATWOMAN STEPS LIGHTLY across
the CASE above him, he looks up -- but there's nobody there.
He returns to his work, gets the CASE open and pulls out a
DRAWER revealing a RACK full of glittering DIAMONDS.
CATWOMAN (O.S.)
Oooh, pretty.
THE THREE THIEVES spin, looking around --
THIEF #1
Up there!
(CONTINUED)
51.
CONTINUED:
THIEF #2 aims his SHOTGUN at --
CATWOMAN, perched on a narrow LEDGE at the ceiling moulding.
She VAULTS down just as he FIRES, a SPRAY OF PLASTER.
THIEF #2 pumps his shotgun, looking around frantically.
THIEF #2
What the hell was that?!
CATWOMAN springs out from behind a DISPLAY CASE, gives Thief
#2 a roundhouse KICK in the head that sends the man into a
wall, knocking him cold.
THIEF #1 pulls a HANDGUN, but the END OF THE WHIP wraps
around it in a flash, yanks it from his hand.
CATWOMAN SNAPS HER WHIP at Thief #1 and Thief #3, backing
them into a corner. As she passes the tied-up GUARD, she
uses her claws to SLASH his ropes. In time with WHIP CRACKS
--
CATWOMAN
You boys -- thought you could just barge -- in here
and take -- all these beautiful things -- that
don't belong to you...
The guard quickly tears off his GAG and BLINDFOLD, untying
his own feet, then picks up the fallen handgun and trains it
on the thieves. We hear POLICE SIRENS APPROACHING.
CATWOMAN meanwhile swiftly gathers up fallen jewels, sweeping
them into the swag bag. She pauses for a moment, thoughtful.
CATWOMAN
(to herself)
What a lovely idea.
With lightning speed, she vanishes out the back with the bag.
THE GUARD, totally focused on the thieves, doesn't even
register she's gone. THIEF #3 points --
THIEF #3
Hey...
EXT. JEWELRY STORE ALLEY - NIGHT
CATWOMAN bounds out the exit, leaps atop BOXES, onto a window
A/C UNIT, which totters with her weight, just
as --
(CONTINUED)
52.
CONTINUED:
AN UNMARKED SEDAN screeches to a halt, and TOM LONE leaps
out, GUN ready. He trains it on CATWOMAN --
LONE
Freeze!
CATWOMAN freezes. She blinks down at LONE, he's got a clean
shot at her. She cocks her head, licks her lips.
CATWOMAN
You are cute.
LONE blinks at this uncommon response to a pointed weapon,
continues to play it by the book.
LONE
I'm a police officer!
CATWOMAN
Bet you look sweet in uniform. And such a big
gun...
LONE
I, I -- Come down here, now!
CATWOMAN
Obviously you don't know much about cats. I come
when I want, not when I'm told.
With that, she SPRINGS to the rooftop -- the force of her
leap knocks the A/C free of the window, LONE has to dive out
of the way as it CRASHES to the ground.
EXT. ROOFTOPS/CITY STREETS - NIGHT
CATWOMAN, silhouetted against the sky, is having a great
time, leaping from building to building, scrambling across
rooftops. POLICE SIRENS recede in the distance.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. ZOO - DAWN
THE SUN is rising. PAN OVER a couple of GLITTERING JEWELS in
the dirt. FIND CATWOMAN in the GOLDEN MORNING LIGHT, curled
against what looks like a TIGER-SKIN PILLOW. She stirs and
groans in her sleep, like someone waking with a hangover.
(CONTINUED)
53.
CONTINUED:
She blinks and frowns at the SUNLIGHT. Where am I? She sits
up and realizes -- she was sleeping against the belly of the
BENGAL TIGER, lying on his side in his sunken ENCLOSURE.
CATWOMAN SHRIEKS and leaps to her feet, terrified, yanks OFF
HER MASK. With the daylight, she's back to being plain old
PATIENCE. She looks down in shock at her revealing outfit;
the swag bag is looped into the whip around her waist.
She's awakened the TIGER. Patience lets out another
frightened CRY as he eyes her, no longer recognizing her as a
friend. The tiger GROWLS, gets to his feet menacingly,
starts moving in for the kill.
PATIENCE scrambles for a heavily LATCHED DOOR, which she
frantically wrestles to open, getting through and SLAMMING IT
just as the TIGER LUNGES --
CUT TO:
INT. EDNA'S HOME - KITCHEN - DAY
A KITTEN pounces on a CAT TOY.
PATIENCE
-- but this time, it was like the tiger wanted to
kill me...
MOVE TO FIND PATIENCE, seated at Edna's kitchen table,
finishing her tale. She's in tight-fitting jeans, RIPPED
along the sides, a cut-off top revealing her midriff. Safety
pins hold the outfit together, but it looks good on her.
EDNA is pulling out teacups, a TEAKETTLE on the burner.
EDNA
You were afraid -- you became its prey. The tiger
shredded your clothes?
PATIENCE
No, I did that myself. I mean, I remember doing
it, but it wasn't really -- you know -- me. God, I
don't understand what's happening.
EDNA
I'm not sure how to put this -- it may be hard for
you to accept -- but I'm something of an expert in
these matters --
(CONTINUED)
54.
CONTINUED:
PATIENCE
What matters?
EDNA
Vampirism, lycanthropy... feligyny.
PATIENCE
(lost)
Um...
EDNA
Feles, Latin for cat. Gynos, Greek for female.
I'm a professor of folklore and mythology -- that
is, I used to be, until I was denied tenure. They
said my work was frivolous, but it was an all-male
department, and -- well, it's a long, sordid story
--
PATIENCE
Edna, please. Can we talk about me?
EDNA
Oh, yes. The other night... I think you may
have... had an accident. A very serious accident.
Fatal.
PATIENCE
(as if to a child)
But -- I'm not dead.
EDNA
Not anymore, dear. After you died, you were
reborn. As a catwoman.
A dramatic WHISTLE. EDNA takes the TEAKETTLE off the stove.
EDNA
Mint or chamomile?
PATIENCE is beyond speech -- what Edna just said is
impossible, and yet makes sense to her.
INT. EDNA'S HOME - OFFICE - DAY
PAN OVER PRINT-OUTS, PAPERS, open BOOKS. A HIEROGLYPHIC of a
figure half-feline, half-female in a heavy TOME.
(CONTINUED)
55.
CONTINUED:
EDNA
The cult of catwomen dates back to Ancient Egypt,
where felines were first domesticated.
A SMALL CAT suddenly LEAPS INTO FRAME, staring UP AT CAMERA.
EDNA, in her reading glasses, and PATIENCE are seated before
the research material spread on her desk, cups of tea before
them. Edna patiently removes the CAT.
EDNA
Excuse me, Cicero.
ON PAPERS -- a DRAWING of the TEMPLE OF BAST.
EDNA
The temple of the Catgod, Bast. A Persian army
destroyed it in the fifth century BC.
EDNA's tone is sad, as if this memory were fresh and painful.
EDNA
Legend has it that the priestesses became the first
catwomen. The cats they'd worshipped -- Midnight's
ancestors -- each gave up one of its nine lives to
bring them back from the dead.
ON A BOOK, images of MEDIEVAL WITCHES with their cats.
EDNA
In the middle ages, cats and catwomen were regarded
as evil. Nonsense, of course, witches were just
single, independent women who broke society's
rules.
EDNA passes Patience --
A BLACK AND WHITE print-out of a blurry SURVEILLANCE SHOT of
SELENA KYLE, as seen in "Batman Returns."
EDNA
There were reports of a catwoman a while back on
the East Coast -- like many, she turned to a life
of crime -- but apparently she's disappeared or
died.
(CONTINUED)
56.
CONTINUED:
PATIENCE studies the photo.
PATIENCE
How many have there been?
EDNA
No one can be sure. I've found references
scattered through history, but catwomen tend to
lead solitary, secretive lives. Hard to blame
them, it seems most were murder victims.
PATIENCE has heard enough. She rises, freaked out.
PATIENCE
I was murdered? Why would anybody kill me? No, I
never did anything to... I don't want to break the
rules!
She moves out of the room, Edna follows.
INT. EDNA'S HOME - LIVING ROOM - DAY
PATIENCE paces, EDNA looks on sympathetically.
PATIENCE
She's like some demon, possessing me in the night,
but -- but I can keep it under control during the
day --
EDNA
Well, cats do sleep most of the day --
PATIENCE
When she takes over -- it's like, she just does
whatever she feels like, she doesn't care what
people think --
EDNA
Is that so bad?
PATIENCE
You don't understand -- I'm afraid she's going to
hurt someone -- or get me killed. Again.
PATIENCE is near tears. EDNA puts her arms around her.
(CONTINUED)
57.
CONTINUED:
PATIENCE
There's got to be a way to make it stop. Some kind
of, I don't know, garlic or wolfsbane or
something...
EDNA
(thinking)
A domestic cat can return to its natural state
effortlessly. But once a cat's gone feral, it can
never be tamed.
PATIENCE
Okay... that isn't helping.
EDNA pulls back, looks Patience in the eye.
EDNA
Relax a little, learn to live with your inner cat.
Even love her -- she has many admirable qualities
-- integrate her into your life. If you accept the
darker impulses, try to channel them -- maybe
she'll come to be domesticated --
PATIENCE
No. I'm going to fight her. I'm stronger than she
is --
EDNA
But you're only fighting yourself --
PATIENCE
-- and I'm going to win.
Patience heads out the door. Edna shakes her head; Patience
isn't getting it.
EXT. JEWELRY STORE - DAY
POLICE TAPE across the entrance to the storefront. PATIENCE
approaches warily, looking around to make sure no one's
watching, nervous as hell. She sees an elderly JEWELER and a
UNIFORM COP through the window.
Patience withdraws a PAPER BAG from under her coat. She
drops this beyond the police tape, KNOCKS on the door and
RUNS. THE JEWELER comes out, looks down on the ground. He
picks up the bag -- and sees the word "SORRY!" written on the
paper. Opening the bag, he finds --
THE DIAMONDS AND JEWELS that Catwoman stole.
58.
EXT. PATIENCE'S BUILDING - ALLEY - DAY
PATIENCE comes out of a back door of her building with a
GARBAGE BAG, still looking around nervously, moving toward
the dumpster in the alley. She tosses in the bag --
ANGLE IN DUMPSTER, the BAG spills open to reveal pieces of
the CATWOMAN OUTFIT.
PATIENCE moves back for the door --
LONE (O.S.)
We've got to stop meeting like this.
She spins to see TOM LONE approaching from his sedan, parked
in a LOT off the alley. PATIENCE is wary of him now, but he
seems casual, smiling. She glances at the dumpster
anxiously, he follows her sight-line, snooping as always.
LONE
Doing some spring cleaning?
PATIENCE
Emptying the catbox, actually.
LONE quickly takes a step back from the dumpster.
LONE
So -- that was a... surprising message you left for
me.
PATIENCE
(embarrassed)
Oh, well, uh -- musta been my cold medication
talking.
She sniffles and coughs unconvincingly.
LONE
Well anyway, if you still wanted to get together --
maybe we could get a bite to eat Friday night?
PATIENCE pretends to think it over.
PATIENCE
Yeah, maybe...
INT. PATIENCE'S APARTMENT - DAY
PATIENCE dances with MIDNIGHT, overcome with joy. She holds
the cat at arm's length, sings a TUNE of her own making:
(CONTINUED)
59.
CONTINUED:
PATIENCE
Tom Lone, Tom Lone, I called him on the phone --
now I won't be alone --
THE CAT isn't enjoying this, squeals and squirms free.
Patience's smile fades a tick.
PATIENCE
It was Catwoman who made the call. What's he ever
gonna see in me?
MIDNIGHT has turned his butt to her, tail TWITCHING angrily.
PATIENCE glances OUT THE WINDOW to glimpse --
LONE, who's just entering his apartment. PATIENCE quickly
CLOSES THE BLINDS.
CUT TO:
INT. AVENAL HQ - SHOWROOM - DAY
THE DOOR OPENS and PATIENCE enters. She keeps her head down,
not wanting to be noticed. SALLY spots her, follows her
through the showroom toward the elevators.
SALLY
Patience, what are you doing here?
PATIENCE
Just came by to clean out my desk.
SALLY
(studying her)
Hm. Did you dye --
PATIENCE
(alarmed)
What?
SALLY
-- your hair. You look different somehow. Cooler.
Patience shakes her head, uneasy.
SALLY
Are you going to the funeral?
(peering at her)
I know, tinted contacts.
(CONTINUED)
60.
CONTINUED:
PATIENCE
(shakes her head)
What funeral?
SALLY
You didn't know? Dave Berger, your boss -- his
whole place blew up, gas explosion, the night you
got fired.
PATIENCE
(reeling)
Oh my God.
SALLY
Yeah, life's short, huh.
(snaps her fingers)
The hottie neighbor! That glow, you're getting
some, aren't you?
Patience reaches the door to the elevators, waves Sally off
and vanishes. Sally grins, figuring she's got it right.
INT. AVENAL HQ - ACCOUNTING BULLPEN - DAY
A GARFIELD TOY lands atop XEROXED CARTOONS and personal
PAPERS in a CARDBOARD BOX.
PATIENCE is cleaning out her cubicle in the office. Noticing
a flashing LIGHT on her phone, she hits a MESSAGE BUTTON and
picks up the receiver.
BERGER (V.O.)
(filter)
Patience, it's Dave...
She winces at this voice from the grave, casts a sad glance
toward his empty office.
BERGER (V.O.)
I called the CEO about your YP-3
numbers -- Avenal went ballistic.
I'll have to redo the spreadsheets,
you must've screwed up somewhere.
PATIENCE
(a whisper)
Like hell.
COMPUTER VOICE (V.O.)
End of final message.
(CONTINUED)
61.
CONTINUED:
Patience absorbs this a moment, then sits down and TURNS ON
her COMPUTER with a PING.
ON PATIENCE'S COMPUTER SCREEN -- the words, "YP-3 PROJECT,"
text and the names of a few PEOPLE in charge.
PATIENCE leans forward, reading quickly, quietly to herself.
PATIENCE
'Miracle ingredient in Beaunique... just a drop
makes wrinkles vanish, blah blah blah...' But what
is it?
Patience types away, focused on the screen, finds something.
We see the name IVAN NEVSKI.
PATIENCE
Dr. Ivan Nevski, in charge of development.
(types)
Huh, not in the company directory.
QUICK CUTS as she types the name into a GLOBAL SEARCH BOX,
reaches a HEAD SHOT of NEVSKI, a SITE in CYRILLIC LETTERING.
She finds a TRANSLATION LINK. As the lettering changes to
ENGLISH, we go CLOSE on key phrases: "SOVIET DEFENSE,"
"SECRET RESEARCH," "CHEMICAL WEAPONS," "BACTERIAL WARFARE."
PATIENCE sits back, baffled and disturbed.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. PATIENCE'S APARTMENT - EVENING
PATIENCE is sitting up in bed, reading a BIOCHEMISTRY TEXT,
PRINT-OUTS and RESEARCH MATERIAL around her. She YAWNS,
squirms -- something is coming over her. Her eyes pop open.
PATIENCE
No. Oh no, not again.
SPASMS wrack her body, her back arches, she keeps fighting
it, clenching her fists, struggling for control.
ON HER HANDS, her own CLAWS are drawing BLOOD from her palms.
62.
EXT. PATIENCE'S BUILDING - ALLEY - NIGHT
A GLOVED HAND grips the edge of the DUMPSTER -- then CATWOMAN
vaults over the side, lands on her haunches, ready to rumble.
Her outfit has a banana peel stuck to it. She wrinkles her
nose, plucks this off, CLUCKING her tongue. She turns to
MIDNIGHT, prowling nearby.
CATWOMAN
That girl has got to go.
She glances up toward Lone's WINDOW -- lets out a sexy GROWL
-- and SPRINGS UP the fire escape.
INT. LONE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
CATWOMAN SCRATCHES at the window... the place is DARK, no
response. She PUNCHES out a pane of glass and slithers in.
CATWOMAN
Boy, you don't know what you're missing...
She moves through the dimly lit, Spartan environment, able to
see easily in the dark. She runs a CLAW over the strings of
a GUITAR, finds a discarded button-down SHIRT, slips it on.
She narrows her eyes when she finds a FRAMED PHOTO --
CLOSE -- TOM LONE with his arm around a pretty GIRL. Letting
out a GROWL, CATWOMAN slashes out the girl's face.
IN THE BATHROOM, she opens the medicine chest, picks up men's
toiletries. Finding a bottle of COLOGNE, she sprays it in
the air and sniffs, then makes a face, looking at the bottle
--
CLOSE ON BOTTLE -- "MACHISMO... by AVENAL."
CATWOMAN
Avenal...
MOVE IN ON CATWOMAN'S FACE.
INT. CATWOMAN'S HEAD (MEMORY MONTAGE)
Impressionistic POV FLASHBACKS, V.O.s overlapping, echoing,
repeating... all snippets of previously heard dialogue.
POV -- GEORGES AVENAL, chewing Patience out in the ELEVATOR.
(CONTINUED)
63.
CONTINUED:
EDNA (V.O.)
Most catwomen were murder victims...
PATIENCE (V.O.)
I was murdered?
POV -- the MERCEDES COMING AT CAMERA. This time we follow
through on the moment of IMPACT -- CAMERA FLIES THROUGH THE
AIR, HITTING the ground hard.
PATIENCE (V.O.)
Why would anybody kill me?
BERGER (V.O.)
... YP-3... YP-3...
POV -- from PATIENCE, lying on the street. HER BLURRING
VISION drifts toward the MERCEDES, a SILHOUETTED FIGURE
behind the wheel, seen from behind.
BERGER (V.O.)
Avenal went ballistic...
POV -- ANGEL comes out of the car, LOOMS over Patience.
GEORGES (V.O.)
I have no choice.
POV -- GEORGES on the elevator, staring INTO CAMERA. ANGEL
is right behind him, looking menacing as usual.
GEORGES
You've got to go.
INT. LONE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
SMASH! CATWOMAN throws the COLOGNE BOTTLE against the wall.
CUT TO:
EXT. AVENAL MANSION - NIGHT
A sprawling MANSION, dark for the night, an "A" in iron
scroll-work over the gate. FIND a SECURITY CAMERA, trained
on the area in front of a ten-foot WALL. MIDNIGHT suddenly
leaps onto the wall, blocking and batting at the CAMERA LENS.
WIDER, CATWOMAN, now out of the camera's view, LEAPS up the
side of the wall and lands on all fours atop it.
(CONTINUED)
64.
CONTINUED:
AT THE SIDE OF THE MANSION -- CATWOMAN scrambles up a trellis
toward a second-story window. She leaps to the ledge,
crouches, peering in.
CLOSE as a razor-sharp CLAW emerges and CUTS a CIRCLE into a
PANE OF GLASS.
INT. AVENAL MANSION - HALLWAY - NIGHT
The CIRCLE OF GLASS pops out and lands on soft CARPET.
CATWOMAN reaches her arm in, unlatches the window, and swings
inside into the darkness.
CATWOMAN moves stealthily, crouching, senses alert.
HER POV - CATVISION
The dark hallway GLOWS. An amplified NOISE from a
distance... SNORING.
ON CATWOMAN'S HANDS
Her NAILS emerge from her gloved fingertips, ready to rumble.
CATWOMAN rounds a corner toward a large formal staircase that
wraps around a huge chandelier. She nears a door which is
slightly ajar, pushes it open silently and enters --
INT. AVENAL MANSION - BEDROOM - NIGHT
HER POV -- CATVISION, nearing a huge, curtained CANOPY BED.
CATWOMAN slashes the curtain aside, to reveal --
TIPPY THE LAP DOG, curled up in the center of the otherwise
unoccupied bed, SNORING away. The dog awakens, raises its
head, and starts BARKING FURIOUSLY.
CATWOMAN hisses at the creature. It cringes and shivers,
seeking cover beneath a pillow.
INT. AVENAL MANSION - HALLWAY & FOYER - NIGHT
As CATWOMAN comes out of the bedroom, a FIGURE emerges from
the darkness swinging a GOLF CLUB -- WHAM!
(CONTINUED)
65.
CONTINUED:
She's struck hard in the back and the head -- she topples
forward, ROLLS DOWN THE STAIRS. She hits a LANDING, curled
up, dazed, clutching her skull.
LIGHTS COME ON -- LAUREL looks down at her from the top of
the stairs, wearing silk pajamas, golf club in hand. She
descends cautiously, club raised.
LAUREL tentatively pokes at the prone, black-clad Catwoman
with her foot. CATWOMAN instantly SPRINGS UP. As Laurel
starts to bring the club down, Catwoman grabs it and yanks it
away, hurling it into the foyer below, then grabs LAUREL and
slams her against the wall. Laurel seems utterly terrified -
-
LAUREL
Oh God, please -- please don't hurt me!
CATWOMAN studies the frightened woman, easing her grip.
Laurel drops the act, and with a martial arts SHRIEK drives a
KNEE and a FIST into Catwoman in rapid succession --
CATWOMAN flies over the banister, grabbing a hold of the
chandelier. It swings in the open foyer --
THE CHAIN creaks ominously, starts to rip from the ceiling --
CATWOMAN snaps the whip around an upper BALUSTRADE, just as -
-
THE CHANDELIER rips loose from the ceiling. As it CRASHES to
the ground, CATWOMAN swings back at LAUREL
and --
KICKS HER in the chest. LAUREL goes down hard on the stairs.
CATWOMAN stands over her. LAUREL looks up at her, outraged.
The two women are of similar size and shape, well-matched.
LAUREL
That was Venetian crystal, you bitch --
LAUREL launches a karate KICK at her, CATWOMAN deflects it,
lands a blow of her own.
CATWOMAN
A bitch is a dog.
(CONTINUED)
66.
CONTINUED:
The two engage in martial arts combat, moving down the stairs
into the marble foyer. They exchange lines between BLOWS:
CATWOMAN
You're tougher than you look.
LAUREL
Took classes when I was modeling in Hong Kong.
(lands a good
one, then:)
Damn it, I broke a nail.
She's a skilled fighter, but CATWOMAN is faster, more nimble,
able to avoid her attacks. Laurel suddenly pauses, looking
winded, ready to give up the fight.
CATWOMAN
Had enough?
LAUREL
(nods, eying her
outfit)
Is that a Gaultier?
Catwoman looks down at her clothes, giving Laurel the chance
to grab a VASE OF FLOWERS, which she hurls at
her --
IT SHATTERS, soaking Catwoman. She shakes off water.
CATWOMAN
I hate water.
Suddenly enraged, she lunges toward LAUREL, who hits the
ground -- but CATWOMAN springs over her head, up to the
landing where the LAPDOG yaps.
She snatches it up by its collar, bares her CLAWS near its
face. THE DOG shuts up, petrified.
LAUREL
No, please -- not Tippy!
CATWOMAN
Where's your husband?
A BEAT as Laurel takes this in. She lets out a little laugh.
LAUREL
Georges? Why didn't you say you wanted him in the
first place?
(CONTINUED)
67.
CONTINUED:
CATWOMAN slowly puts the dog down, it scampers upstairs.
LAUREL
You one of his girlfriends?
CATWOMAN springs back down, shoves Laurel against a wall,
flexing her CLAWS.
CATWOMAN
I don't belong to anybody.
LAUREL
Not my face, not my face!
CATWOMAN
If I can't get to Georges, I can at least scratch
up something he loves --
LAUREL
Georges doesn't love me! I don't know if he ever
did --
CATWOMAN
How sad. I'd cry if I cared.
LAUREL
He never took me seriously, I was just a, a trophy.
And now he's bored, he found himself a new
toy --
CATWOMAN
I've heard this story before. Where is he?
LAUREL
(thinking frantically)
He never comes home anymore -- I, I know he's got a
box for the ballet Friday night --
CATWOMAN
I can't wait that long. I want him now.
LAUREL
I swear I don't know where he is, he's left me! Oh
God, my career is in the toilet, my whole life is
over -- go ahead, tear me to
pieces --
(CONTINUED)
68.
CONTINUED:
LAUREL is beginning to get hysterical. Catwoman lets out a
frustrated GROWL and lets go of her, this is useless. She
starts for the door, Laurel sniffs back tears then follows.
LAUREL
Wait... try the factory. I think that's where he
meets Drano, his new mistress.
CATWOMAN
I'll check it out.
LAUREL
What do you want with him, anyway?
CATWOMAN
It's personal.
LAUREL
Are you going to kill him?
CATWOMAN
Depends on my mood.
LAUREL
I'll pay you to kill him.
CATWOMAN
(surprised, impressed)
And here I thought you were just some brain-dead
mannequin --
LAUREL
I'll even give you a lift, if you'll let me watch -
-
CATWOMAN
Sorry, I work alone. But I like your attitude.
Catwoman disappears into the night. LAUREL looks after her
admiringly.
CUT TO:
INT. AVENAL FACTORY - GEORGES' OFFICE - NIGHT
MOOD MUSIC plays, GEORGES is on the sofa, in a silk robe,
beside DRINA. Drinks are on hand, Georges is attempting to
neck with her. She pays him no mind, a remote in hand,
rewinding a VIDEO that plays on a plasma SCREEN.
(CONTINUED)
69.
CONTINUED:
ON TV, IMAGES OF DRINA dissolve into each other quickly
-- she DANCES IN A BALL-GOWN, CHAIRS a CORPORATE BOARD
MEETING, finally pulls into the winners' circle in a FORMULA
RACE CAR, pulls off her helmet and shakes her hair out.
ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
Discover the fountain of youth... in a jar.
Beaunique by Avenal.
DRINA hits pause, wrinkles her nose.
DRINA
I look fat.
GEORGES
We'll shoot another.
Georges moves in on Drina, as the CAMERA discreetly pans to
the WINDOW over the factory.
INT. AVENAL FACTORY - NIGHT
A small crew of NIGHT WORKERS wearing JUMPERS and PAPER MASKS
tend the elaborate industrial MACHINERY, it's DEAFENING here.
SWIRLING GOO the color of HUMAN SKIN PUMPS through PLASTIC
PIPES into a huge SEALED VAT.
RAINBOWS of NAIL POLISHES squirt out of NOZZLES into BOTTLES.
LIPSTICK STICKS screw down into their TUBES and are CAPPED on
CONVEYOR BELTS.
OVERHEAD, amidst DUCTING and PIPES, CATWOMAN is on the move.
HER CLAWS rake across a row of RUBBER TUBES, which spray
multi-colored FLUIDS.
HER GLOVED HANDS spin hydraulic VALVES.
HER BOOT kicks a CONVEYOR BELT WHEEL, twisting it sideways --
the BELT JAMS, SMOKE rises from the clogged gears.
A PANEL slides open over a bank of SWITCHES and WHACK-IT
buttons. Her gloved fingers start HITTING THEM at random.
(CONTINUED)
70.
CONTINUED:
WITH A WORKER DRONE, CLICKING a hand counter by rote as CASES
of neatly-packed jars of NAIL POLISH pass by his station.
The man is half-asleep. A CASE COMES BY, a bit crooked on
the belt, which is beginning to VIBRATE... The next CASE is
missing half its bottles. An ALARM BLEEPS, RED LIGHTS
FLASHING in b.g. The next CASE is filled with BROKEN GLASS,
DRENCHED in NAIL POLISH -- it gets his attention. He THROWS
LEVERS to stop the belt.
WIDER, THE FACTORY is in CHAOS. STEAM shoots out of
PRESSURE TUBES, COLORED LIQUIDS bubble out of overflowing
TANKS, FACE POWDER sprays into the air from a disconnected
HOSE. WORKERS dash about frantically, SHOUTING and PANICKED.
INT. AVENAL FACTORY - GEORGES' OFFICE - NIGHT
THE CHAOS in the factory is clearly visible through the
window, but GEORGES can't hear a thing -- he and DRINA are
groping each other on the couch now.
A nearby INTERCOM is BUZZING, Georges finally pushes a talk
button, angry.
GEORGES
This had better be import -- oh my God.
He's now looking out the window at the CHAOS below.
INT. AVENAL FACTORY - NIGHT
The MACHINERY is off now, but the place is a wreck, CLOUDS of
STEAM and POWDER, RIVERS of NAIL POLISH on the floor, etc.
A handful of panicking WORKERS struggle to shut down a large
DISTILLATION VAT, which RUMBLES ominously.
SECURITY GUARDS are pouring in, one speaks rapidly into a
WALKIE-TALKIE, looking upwards as he climbs stairs to a
network of catwalks overlooking the factory.
WALKIE-TALKIE
Better stay in your office, sir, keep the door
sealed. The saboteurs may still be on the
premises.
GEORGES (V.O.)
(filter)
Who is responsible for this?!
(CONTINUED)
71.
CONTINUED:
As if on cue, CATWOMAN LEAPS down from above, planting a KICK
in the man's back -- the walkie-talkie flies from his grasp,
she catches it in mid-air, holds it to her lips.
CATWOMAN
That would be me, Georgy boy.
ANGLE THROUGH WINDOW, WITH GEORGE, looking down on the ruined
factory as Catwoman appears on a catwalk just below the
window, strutting her stuff, speaking into the walkie-talkie.
CATWOMAN
Come out of your hole, let's have some fun.
NUMEROUS GUARDS are approaching from various directions,
moving to surround Catwoman.
GEORGES
Are you crazy?! Who are you?
Catwoman CRACKS her WHIP.
CATWOMAN
A kitten with a whip. You like my makeover? I
even had my nails done --
As the guards near, she drops the walkie-talkie, LEAPS and
WRAPS the WHIP around a PIPE above the WINDOW, SWINGING right
past George, CLAWS EXTENDED --
-- LEAVING FIVE SCRATCH MARKS in the glass right in front of
his face. He jumps backwards instinctively.
She lands on a catwalk, near more GUARDS. They move in
brandishing NIGHTSTICKS.
HIGH-ANGLE as the guards surround CATWOMAN -- no easy escape.
GUARD
Here, kitty kitty...
CATWOMAN bares her teeth, lets out a menacing HISS.
A NIGHTSTICK swings at her, she easily dodges the blow,
bending backwards in a way impossible for a mere mortal.
(CONTINUED)
72.
CONTINUED:
Another guard SWINGS at her, she grabs the end of the
nightstick and pulls him toward her, snatching a can of MACE
off his belt and BLASTING him in the face with it. He's
blinded, lets out a cry as she tosses him aside.
THE OTHERS come at her at once. CATWOMAN plays them against
each other, LEAPING and DODGING, landing KICKS in their
CHESTS, leaving Zorro-like SCRATCH MARKS across their
uniforms whenever she gets the chance.
WITH GEORGES and DRINA, awed by the martial arts display.
DRINA
Find out where she got those boots.
Georges shakes his head, seething.
WITH CATWOMAN, A FIST comes at her face, she twists her head,
SINKS HER TEETH into the attacker's wrist, BONE CRACKS.
BITTEN GUARD
Ow! You fight like a girl!
CATWOMAN
Duh.
So saying, she shoves another GUARD into the path of a
swinging STICK, which knocks him unconscious. She
SOMERSAULTS over the heads of the remaining attackers, she's
about to get away when GEORGES' VOICE erupts over a PA.
GEORGES
Just shoot the bitch!
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! ANGEL has appeared on the catwalk,
brandishing a HANDGUN, FIRING wildly.
CATWOMAN dodges and dives from the catwalk, landing --
-- on her feet on a narrow PIPE below, one amongst several.
She moves quickly, leaping easily from pipe to pipe --
ANGEL'S BULLETS barely miss her, RICOCHETING, causing GUARDS
and WORKERS below to dive for cover.
One BULLET STRIKES the rumbling DISTILLATION VAT --
CATWOMAN
I'm not finished with you, Georgy!
So saying, she dives into a large DUCT leading downward.
73.
INT. AVENAL FACTORY - DUCT - NIGHT
CATWOMAN rockets downwards, BULLETS PERFORATE the DUCT WORK
just behind her.
INT. AVENAL FACTORY - NIGHT
THE VAT EXPLODES UPWARD like a VOLCANO, DRENCHING ANGEL and
the GUARDS with FLESH-COLORED FOUNDATION.
INT. AVENAL FACTORY - BASEMENT - NIGHT
DARKNESS, A GRILL EXPLODES from the ceiling with CATWOMAN'S
IMPACT, she topples through and lands on a TABLE of
GLASSWARE, which UPENDS, we hear GLASS SHATTER.
CATWOMAN is instantly on all fours on the ground, breathing
hard. She moves through the dark room, becoming aware of --
HUNDREDS OF GLEAMING EYES.
CATWOMAN flips on a WALL-SWITCH --
-- revealing GLASS-WALLED CAGES containing SQUEAKING BLACK
RATS. CATWOMAN instinctively HISSES and SWIPES A CLAW in
their direction -- they shrink back from the glass.
MANY HUGE DRUMS stenciled "YP-3" are stored against a far
wall, near HOODED CLEAN SUITS and BIOHAZARD SIGNS.
CATWOMAN spots a LIST of names and numbers on a bulletin
board. She snatches this, studying it --
CLOSE -- the name IVAN NEVSKI, with an ADDRESS and NUMBER.
CUT TO:
EXT. VICTORIAN DUPLEX - NIGHT
Neatly kept, colorful architecture. CATWOMAN moves down
sloping eaves and swings into a turret window.
INT. NEVSKI'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
CATWOMAN moves stealthily inside the dimly lit place. It's
upscale, expensively furnished. She scans the room, sees --
(CONTINUED)
74.
CONTINUED:
NEVSKI, his back turned, apparently dozing in a desk chair.
CATWOMAN spins him in his chair to confront him --
CATWOMAN
Ivan Nevski --
His head tilts back -- she's face-to-face with a CORPSE, he's
been shot a couple of times in the chest. He's bluish, eyes
glazed -- very dead.
CATWOMAN
(annoyed)
You're no help.
She SNIFFS the air, turns toward --
-- a SMOLDERING FIRE in the FIREPLACE. Catwoman moves toward
this, studies the ASHES and BURNED PAPERS, then reaches in
and snatches out --
-- the REMAINS of a TEXTBOOK. The cover reads "YERSINIA
PESTIS - A NATURAL HISTORY."
The book is hot to the touch, she DROPS it, studies it.
CATWOMAN
Yersinia Pestis... YP...
A SINGED NEWS CLIPPING protrudes from between the pages, she
plucks this out.
CLOSE -- "BUSINESSMAN DENIES TERRORIST LINK," with a PHOTO of
XAVIER BARTOK, his name in the caption below.
CATWOMAN is reading, absorbed, when --
THE FRONT DOOR swings open -- A UNIFORM COP and a LANDLADY
with a ring of keys step inside --
LANDLADY
Dr. Nevski, are you all -- aah!
They see CATWOMAN. She HISSES, bolts for the window and
vanishes while the COP still fumbles for his gun.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. ARMS CACHE - DAY
Lush vegetation and tropical sunlight through walls of
netting in this immense camouflage tent.
(CONTINUED)
75.
CONTINUED:
CAMERA MOVES PAST racks of AIR-TO-AIR MISSILES, RPGs, a JET
FIGHTER and a large military CARGO CHOPPER.
XAVIER BARTOK, a well-dressed, heavyset man with a CIGAR in
his mouth, accompanied by a couple of BODYGUARDS, is showing
off a crate of AUTOMATIC WEAPONS to a couple of REBELS in
combat fatigues. They speak in rapid SPANISH, examining the
guns, sighting them, etc.
XAVIER excuses himself to answer a ringing CELL PHONE. He
speaks with a vague European ACCENT.
XAVIER (V.O.)
(on phone)
Acquisitions --
INTERCUT WITH:
INT. AVENAL FACTORY - DAY
WESLEY is on his cell phone on the main FACTORY FLOOR. The
place is a WRECK, as WORKERS clean up the mess Catwoman made.
WESLEY (V.O.)
(on phone)
This is supply. There's been a slight
complication, my employer wishes to move up the
exchange -- tomorrow night.
XAVIER
(snorts)
Impossible -- there are issues of transport,
available funds --
WESLEY
We're willing to adjust the price. But if you
can't pick up the goods tomorrow, we'll have to
take our business elsewhere.
XAVIER
This isn't your first 'complication.'
WESLEY unlocks a door to --
EXT. LOADING DOCK - DAY
A FREIGHT ELEVATOR rises to reveal MANY CANISTERS of
YP-3.
(CONTINUED)
76.
CONTINUED:
WESLEY waves to ANGEL at the controls of a FORKLIFT -- Angel
still has dried flecks of MAKE-UP on his skin. He pulls
forward, ready to load the YP-3 into a waiting TRUCK.
WESLEY (V.O.)
(on phone)
It'll be eliminated, like the others. We just
don't want to take any chances.
CUT TO:
INT. PATIENCE'S APARTMENT - DAY
ON TV, AN ARTIST'S RENDITION of CATWOMAN, made to look far
more menacing and mean.
NEWSCASTER (V.O.)
Catwoman has struck again --
FOOTAGE of a sheet-covered CORPSE being wheeled out of
Nevski's duplex. A BANNER: "CRIME BREAK," a LOCAL NEWS LOGO.
NEWSCASTER (V.O.)
This costumed criminal has now added murder to her
resume of mischief and mayhem...
REVERSE ANGLE -- PATIENCE, sprawled on the couch in baggy
sweat-clothes, reacts to this with a stunned expression.
ON TV, "NEWS VIDEO" of SANDY from the club.
SANDY (V.O.)
-- she attacked us for no reason! And her outfit,
I mean, that whole S & M thing is so 90s --
THE DOORBELL RINGS, PATIENCE moves to answer, attention still
on the TV. She throws the door open quickly --
TOM LONE takes a step backward, hands up defensively.
LONE
Just me --
PATIENCE
Oh my God. Our date...
(CONTINUED)
77.
CONTINUED:
LONE
(amused)
Way to cover.
Patience looks from Lone to the TV behind her --
NEWSCASTER
Catwoman. Who is she?
PATIENCE quickly grabs a remote and FLIPS OFF the TV. She
then looks back at Lone, remembering.
PATIENCE
I -- I'll only be a minute.
She quickly grabs some clothing, darts toward the bathroom.
At the last moment she spots the CAT MASK on the floor and --
-- KICKS it UNDER THE COUCH as she moves into the bathroom.
LONE steps inside, can see his apartment across the way. He
calls through the half-open door as she changes:
LONE
By the way, last night -- you didn't happen to see
or hear anything -- my apartment was broken into.
PATIENCE (O.S.)
No, sorry -- I never look out the window.
LONE
Weird, they didn't take anything, just broke a
bottle of after-shave and slashed a picture of my
sister.
WITH PATIENCE, getting dressed. She smiles, delighted.
PATIENCE
Your sister, that's --
(catching herself)
-- really a shame.
LONE has moved to the kitchen table, where the numerous
RESEARCH BOOKS and HANDWRITTEN NOTES are spread out.
ANGLE ON BOOK -- A diagram of a BACTERIA, a drawing of a RAT,
the entry "YERSINIA PESTIS."
(CONTINUED)
78.
CONTINUED:
LONE
What's Yersinia Pestis?
PATIENCE (O.S.)
Bubonic plague.
LONE
Bubonic plague? Why are you -- ?
ON PATIENCE as she exits the bathroom, looking good.
PATIENCE
It's sort of a hobby of mine...
She trails off, stopping in her tracks as she sees
LONE, who's holding up her WHIP with a dubious expression.
PATIENCE
(off-handedly)
Oh, I had kind of a kinky boyfriend once.
PATIENCE takes the whip and casually tosses it aside, but
Lone's suspicions are fully aroused.
PATIENCE
Where should we eat?
LONE
I dunno... you like sushi?
CUT TO:
INT. SUSHI BAR - DAY
A WAITER comes through a BEADED CURTAIN, passing LONE and
PATIENCE seated nearby, drinks before them. The curtain
RATTLES after him, distracting PATIENCE.
LONE
So what've you been up to lately?
PATIENCE
Me? Oh. Not much. You know, sitting around my
apartment, watching television.
As she speaks, she involuntarily BATS like a kitten at the
swinging CURTAIN.
(CONTINUED)
79.
CONTINUED:
LONE
Really?
PATIENCE
Is that so hard to believe? What about you?
LONE
Catwoman.
Patience starts, folds her hands in front of her.
LONE
It's the case I've been working on.
PATIENCE
Oh yeah. I guess I heard about it.
LONE
I'm not surprised. Talk about your media circus.
PATIENCE
Well, she is interesting, isn't she? Kind of a...
colorful character?
LONE
She's a thief and a killer.
PATIENCE
(heatedly)
I don't believe that.
(covering)
I mean -- whatever happened to innocent until
proven guilty?
LONE seems a little taken aback at her vehemence. Just then,
a JAPANESE WAITER places a HUGE TRAY OF SUSHI between them.
PATIENCE
Guess I went a little crazy ordering.
LONE
It's refreshing. A lot of women won't let a man
see them eat.
PATIENCE
Right, then we go home and binge on Haagan-Dazs.
(CONTINUED)
80.
CONTINUED:
During the following, Lone meticulously mixes soy sauce and
wasabi, uses chopsticks, etc. Patience simply peels the fish
off the rice and pops it in her mouth, as if eating potato
chips, then licking her fingers like a cat licking its paw.
LONE
You do hide things, don't you. You may seem all
sweet and shy, but you've got a secret wild side.
PATIENCE
Women in general, you mean.
LONE
Right. Women in general...
(watching her
reaction)
You know, I actually saw Catwoman the other night.
From a distance. Goofy costume.
PATIENCE
Really? I heard it was... sexy.
LONE
In a way.
PATIENCE
So it could be sexier... with what, maybe a wide
belt?
LONE
Why so interested?
PATIENCE
You brought it up.
LONE studies her for a few seconds. He seems on the verge of
saying something important. But instead:
LONE
You want that toro?
LONE is already reaching for another piece of sushi -- with
lightning reflexes, PATIENCE grabs his hand to stop him -- he
looks up at her, surprised. She backs off with a smile:
PATIENCE
No no, it's yours.
She eyes the fish hungrily as he eats it.
81.
EXT. RIVERSIDE AREA - DAY
LONE and PATIENCE walk close together, near the water.
LONE
Gonna have to get back to the station, I'm working
nights.
PATIENCE
Catwoman again?
LONE
Afraid so. But I have a feeling she'll be in
custody within the week.
PATIENCE
(alarmed)
Why do you say that?
LONE
Individuals who feel compelled to act out through
an animal alter-ego -- bats, birds, bugs, there
have been a number of cases in other cities -- they
catch themselves. Take too many risks, think they
can play with the cops. See, they like to be
watched...
He's staring right at her now. Patience looks away.
HER POV -- THE SUN GETTING LOW, vanishing behind a cloud.
CLOSE, PATIENCE'S PUPILS become ELLIPTICAL for a blink.
LONE pauses, standing close.
LONE
Sorry. Seems like all I can do is talk about work.
PATIENCE spins on him, a glint in her eye.
PATIENCE
So stop talking.
So saying, she throws her arm around his neck, the other
around his back, pulls him close for a KISS. Lone takes only
a moment to respond -- it's a good one -- until --
CLOSE ON LONE'S BACK as her CLAWS involuntarily emerge,
tearing right through his shirt and an inch down his
back --
(CONTINUED)
82.
CONTINUED:
LONE jerks away, looking back over his shoulder --
LONE
Ow!
PATIENCE clutches her hands to her face, horrified at what
she's done, starts backing away --
PATIENCE
I'm really sorry, I don't know what
got into me, I -- I've got to go.
She's on the run. A moment later, the surprised Lone
pursues, rounding a corner...
LONE
Patience, wait --
But she's already vanished.
INT. EDNA'S HOME - LIVING ROOM - DUSK
PATIENCE is breathing hard, blinking rapidly, as she paces
Edna's floor. Edna follows nervously, trying to calm her.
PATIENCE
It's happening, it's happening again. It's not
even dark yet -- you said she could only come out
at night!
EDNA
I didn't say that! Patience, you made these rules
up yourself -- a cat is a cat 24 hours a day, they
just go hunting at night --
PATIENCE
And she's after Georges Avenal -- if she finds him,
she's going to kill him, I know it --
EDNA
Stop talking about her like she's someone else!
She's you!
A beat -- Patience is in denial about this.
PATIENCE
Edna, you've gotta... tie me up or something, lock
me in the attic --
(CONTINUED)
83.
CONTINUED:
EDNA
I don't have an attic --
PATIENCE
A closet, the pantry, something! Please... we have
to keep the cat in tonight.
EXT./INT. EDNA'S HOME - STORM CELLAR - NIGHT
EDNA stands in the opening of the angled storm cellar
doorway, looking down the stairs sadly.
EDNA
Sure you don't need a blanket, dear?
ON PATIENCE, at the foot of the stairs in this cold, dank
space, hugging herself, rocking back and forth.
PATIENCE
Just... lock... the door.
Edna quickly CLOSES the door, throws a BOLT.
It's extremely DARK down below. Patience starts to pace. We
see her features contort with pain as she fights this
interior battle. During this monologue, her voice becomes
huskier, more Catwoman-like.
PATIENCE
I'm not a bad person... I'm not a killer... I'm not
evil... not like Georges Aaavenal...
His name becomes a harsh GROWL. She fights to get a grip.
PATIENCE
He's a murderer... he did this to me... it's all
his fault.
Her eyes FLICKER, elliptical for a moment --
PATIENCE/CATWOMAN
He has to die.
INT. EDNA'S HOME - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
AN UNEARTHLY HOWL ECHOES throughout the place from heater
vents in the floor. In response, THE CATS go nuts --
prowling, pacing, bouncing off the walls, picking up the CRY.
84.
INT. EDNA'S HOME - DINING ROOM - NIGHT
EDNA sits at her table over a simple meal, attempts to read a
CAT FANCY MAGAZINE, but it's pretty hopeless. She shuts her
eyes, covers her ears.
EXT. EDNA'S HOME & NEIGHBOR'S HOME - NIGHT
The sour NEIGHBOR pokes her head out an OPEN WINDOW.
NEIGHBOR
Edna, I've had it with your damn cats! I'm calling
the cops!
She SLAMS the window SHUT. CAMERA MOVES to find --
-- THE STORM DOORS, bolted shut. MIDNIGHT ENTERS FRAME,
begins to CLAW at the metal, slowly working the BOLT free.
EDNA emerges, sees what's happening, dashes over. She
carries a PADLOCK.
EDNA
Midnight! Shoo!
Midnight HISSES, but retreats sulkily. Edna reaches the
nearly free bolt, is about to replace it and lock it when she
hears a small, timid VOICE from below, through the door:
PATIENCE (O.S.)
Edna? Edna, is that you?
EDNA
Yes, dear, I'm here.
PATIENCE (O.S.)
Edna, it worked. I think... I think I've beaten
her. I'm Patience again. I've won.
EDNA
Oh, I'm so glad...
Edna looks terribly relieved as she throws aside the bolt and
begins to open the cellar door. But before she
can --
-- THE DOOR FLIES OPEN, knocking her off her feet. A FIGURE
STREAKS PAST. We hear her voice as she retreats:
CATWOMAN
Sucker.
CUT TO:
85.
INT. CONCERT HALL - NIGHT
A BALLET in progress -- "Giselle." Lithe DANCERS spin
gracefully across the stage, a rustic village setting.
FIND a HIGH BOX to one side. GEORGES and DRINA, in formal
clothes. GEORGES is absorbed in the performance, DRINA looks
bored, wrinkles her nose.
DRINA
What is this about?
GEORGES
Ssh.
(impatient whisper)
Giselle is mistreated by a cruel prince and kills
herself. Later, the souls of betrayed women come
back from the grave for revenge.
DRINA makes a SNORING NOISE, puts on a WALKMAN, and is soon
bobbing her head to faint ROCK MUSIC.
EXT. CITY STREET - CONCERT HALL - NIGHT
BALLET MUSIC CONTINUES OVER. A CITY BUS passes, an AD FOR
AVENAL on the side -- it's been VANDALIZED, CLAW MARKS across
the length of it.
CRANE UP to find CATWOMAN crouched on the roof of the bus.
She leaps off from the still-moving bus --
-- onto the ROOF of a TAXI passing the other way --
-- and finally landing at the curb near --
A classical-looking CONCERT HALL, FOUNTAINS in front.
CATWOMAN creeps amongst bushes, approaching the building.
Numerous COPS patrol the entrance -- no way to get past them.
CATWOMAN creeps around the perimeter, looking for another way
in. By the curb she spots --
ANGEL, alone, near a parked LIMOUSINE, lighting a cigarette.
CATWOMAN
Those things'll kill you.
She SMACKS the cigarette out of his hand, BOOTS him into the
BUSHES and leaps on top of him.
(CONTINUED)
86.
CONTINUED:
IN THE BUSHES, CATWOMAN straddles ANGEL, bangs his head
against a cement curb.
CATWOMAN
YP-3 -- the plague -- what's it for?
ANGEL
I have no idea what you're --
BANG! She whams his head again.
CATWOMAN
Tell me about Xavier Bartok.
ANGEL
How do you know --
She BANGS his head again.
CATWOMAN
I'm asking the questions.
ANGEL
I -- I can't tell you --
She bares her CLAWS over his eyes.
CATWOMAN
Then it's time to brush up on your Braille.
ANGEL
No, no, not my eyes! Xavier, he's the one who's
buying the stuff!
CATWOMAN
When?
ANGEL
The deal goes down tomorrow night -- at the Avenal
offices --
CATWOMAN
Wrong. Your boss won't live to see it.
She BANGS his head hard again, ANGEL loses consciousness.
CATWOMAN
Thanks for your help.
(CONTINUED)
87.
CONTINUED:
CATWOMAN moves around the side of the building, keeping low,
ducking behind parked cars. Fewer COPS here, but the place
looks impregnable, no way to scale the walls. She tries an
EMERGENCY DOOR -- locked, no good. She hisses in
frustration, starts to move on when --
THE DOOR OPENS behind her. CATWOMAN spins to see --
LAUREL, her face hidden with dark glasses and a wide-brimmed
hat. She gestures frantically. Catwoman darts inside.
INT. CONCERT HALL - BASEMENT - NIGHT
LAUREL whips off the hat and glasses, gives a girly hug to
Catwoman, who pulls back immediately.
LAUREL
I knew you'd come.
Laurel leads Catwoman through this basement boiler room.
LAUREL
He's with his bimbo in a box to the right of the
stage. But there's all kinds of security -- he's
pretty scared of you.
CATWOMAN
He should be. How much do you know about your
husband's operation?
LAUREL
I know he's built an empire out
of women's inadequacy and self-hatred --
CATWOMAN
Yeah, yeah, but the secret ingredient in his face
cream -- it's black plague bacteria. He's selling
it to an arms dealer.
LAUREL
(touching her face)
Oh my God...
CATWOMAN
And he's committed murder to protect his secret.
(CONTINUED)
88.
CONTINUED:
LAUREL
Nothing he does would surprise me anymore. He's a
monster. You should've seen the pre-nup, I don't
get a dime --
CATWOMAN has reached an emergency STAIRCASE, cuts her off,
bolting upward.
CATWOMAN
I'll take it from here.
INT. CONCERT HALL - HALLWAY - NIGHT
CATWOMAN slinks along a hallway, past a couple of bored young
USHERS. They give her a sidelong look.
Cats is next month...
UNIFORM COPS are clustered near a FORMAL STAIRCASE, blocking
her access to the right-hand side of the hall.
CATWOMAN bares her teeth in frustration. She hurries toward
a VELVET ROPE, the sign, "BOXES - PRIVATE." She slips past
the rope, moves to a far door.
INT. CONCERT HALL - NIGHT
AN OLD COUPLE SNORE through the ballet. CATWOMAN appears
behind them in the box, snatches OPERA GLASSES from the
woman's lap and scans the hall --
HER POV, ZOOMING from box to box -- finding GEORGES in a box
on the opposite side of the hall. DRINA is rising, heading
out the door.
CATWOMAN climbs up the CURTAINS around the box, levering
herself upward to the elaborate FRIEZE that wraps around the
top of the hall -- GREEK GODS in various dramatic poses.
WIDER, FROM BELOW, as CATWOMAN climbs and creeps near the
ceiling, moving over the PROSCENIUM ARCH above the stage,
heading toward GEORGES.
A POLICEMAN at ground level spots her -- he lifts a radio to
his lips, calling for backup.
The BALLET below is reaching a crescendo. COPS are filing in
from the back of the theatre, trying to be discreet.
(CONTINUED)
89.
CONTINUED:
WITH GEORGES, still absorbed in the ballet. Suddenly
CATWOMAN lands in the empty seat beside him, staring at the
stage herself. A whisper:
CATWOMAN
I love this part.
GEORGES spins, startled -- and she SLASHES HIM across his
cheek. The MUSIC is so loud, no one hears his CRY OF PAIN.
GEORGES rushes for the exit -- but CATWOMAN gets there first,
shoves a CHAIR under the doors.
CATWOMAN
Let's not be interrupted.
She advances on him, BLOOD drips from the SLASHES on his
cheek, staining his tuxedo shirt.
CATWOMAN
Red's a good color on you.
At that, she grabs Georges and slams him against the wall of
the box, behind a curtain, partly concealed from view. The
DOOR RATTLES, increasingly hard.
CLOSE as CATWOMAN wraps a hand around Georges' throat, the
CLAW TIPS digging into his skin. He gasps:
GEORGES
No -- please --
CATWOMAN
I could rip out your throat...
GEORGES
Why -- why kill me?
CATWOMAN
Because you deserve it. And because I can.
THROUGH BINOCULARS -- CATWOMAN holding Georges, but still not
delivering the deathblow.
LAUREL spies from the back of the theatre. Under her breath:
LAUREL
C'mon honey... just do it.
CATWOMAN'S HAND trembles on Georges' throat. His eyes well
up with tears, his expression pleading, desperate. Suddenly
--
(CONTINUED)
90.
CONTINUED:
CATWOMAN releases him, throws him GASPING to the floor.
CATWOMAN
Damn it. I can't.
THE CHAIR SPLINTERS and the DOOR flies open, ARMED POLICE
with DRINA behind them.
CATWOMAN leaps to the lip of the box, turns and HISSES, then
--
-- jumps down to the middle of the stage, amidst the DANCERS.
AUDIENCE UPROAR, MUSIC STOPS, COPS charge up the
aisles --
CATWOMAN does a pirouette, bows and bolts into the wings.
After a puzzled BEAT, the CONDUCTOR waves his baton and gets
the show going again.
LAUREL looks agonized -- Catwoman was so close.
INT. CONCERT HALL - BACKSTAGE - NIGHT
MUSIC CONTINUES as CATWOMAN darts between stored PROPS and
FLATS from a GRAVEYARD SCENE, bowling over costumed DANCERS.
Seeing POLICEMEN blocking an exit, she dodges between DROPS,
scrambles up a FLY-LINE --
POLICE track her from below -- she leaps between sandbagged
ROPES as the BAGS drop, scrambling higher onto the GRID --
INT. CONCERT HALL - NIGHT
ON STAGE, inappropriate SCRIMS and PROPS descend and rise
again. DANCERS dodge and weave as a GIANT GARBAGE CAN (think
Cats) descends in the midst of the VILLAGE SQUARE.
INT. CONCERT HALL - BACKSTAGE - NIGHT
CATWOMAN darts effortlessly across the overhead grid, when --
LONE
Freeze!
(CONTINUED)
91.
CONTINUED:
TOM LONE, anticipating her move, has climbed a ladder to the
grid. He trains a gun on her -- CATWOMAN freezes. She
stares at him, breathing hard, taking a moment to come to
grips with this adversary. LONE advances on her, stepping
gingerly.
LONE
You're under arrest --
He steps on a flimsy support, which starts to give way.
Catwoman is alarmed.
CATWOMAN
Watch out!
LONE sways, losing his balance, she springs and grabs his gun
arm, saving him. A beat as they look at each other, then --
-- she SNATCHES the gun out of his hand, tosses it aside,
then grabs his tie and pulls his face to her to LICK his
cheek.
CATWOMAN
Tag, you're it.
She bounds away, comfortable on the narrow railings. Lone
pursues, moving more carefully now. Accompanied by the
ballet music, the two perform their private dance, high above
the TOMBSTONES and GRAVES.
CATWOMAN winds up in a corner on a MESH PLATFORM, no way out
from here, but for a 25-foot drop to --
THE FLOOR, where POLICE await, pointing upward.
LONE advances, he has her trapped. He pulls HANDCUFFS.
CATWOMAN
Handcuffs. Yummy.
He lunges at her -- she dodges, kicks a leg out from under
him. No slouch at fighting, Lone recovers, plants a kick in
her mid-section. She gasps, surprised.
CATWOMAN
You play rough.
LONE
This isn't a game.
He charges at her, but she parries a blow, lands a SLASH
across his shoulder. As he comes at her again, she jumps and
grabs an overhead ELECTRICAL cable, swinging away --
(CONTINUED)
92.
CONTINUED:
Lone has too much momentum, he loses balance, about to go
over the edge -- CATWOMAN swings back like a pendulum,
wrapping her legs around his neck, saving him from falling.
She swings him back over the platform, tries to kick him off,
but he grabs her legs, pulling her and SNAPPING THE CABLE --
STAGE LIGHTS go out, ELECTRICAL SPARKS fly as they hit the
platform together, she lands straddling him, catching the
SPARKING CABLE just before it strikes the mesh.
LONE
Be careful! That thing hits the metal, we're both
fried!
CATWOMAN leans close, whispers:
CATWOMAN
I knew there was a spark between us.
She turns and flings the cable away, it dangles free of the
mesh floor, still spitting SPARKS. A second later, CLICK --
LONE has slapped a handcuff on her wrist, CLICKS the other
cuff over his own. CATWOMAN spins back on him, looking hurt.
He reaches to pull off her mask. She slaps his hand.
CATWOMAN
Please, it's our first date. I wouldn't want the
mystery to go out of our relationship.
LONE struggles to push her off, but she keeps her thighs
locked around him. He finally rolls on top of her.
LONE
We don't have a relationship.
CATWOMAN
(mock sadness)
You men love the chase, but once you catch us, you
always lose interest.
As she speaks, CLOSE on her cuffed hand -- her fingers
squeeze together, her hand slithers out of the cuff like a
cat's paw.
(CONTINUED)
93.
CONTINUED:
LONE rises, tries to pull Catwoman to her feet -- but he
comes up with an empty, dangling HANDCUFF.
From the ground, CATWOMAN plants a kick in his back from
behind, he falls forward and SLAMS his FACE HARD into a LIGHT
RIG. Catwoman winces, sounding a lot like Patience:
CATWOMAN
Sorry.
She's on her feet, ready to scamper off, but --
MORE COPS have made it to the grid, blocking every way down -
-
ANGLE DOWN, COPS have covered every exit below.
LONE glares up at her.
LONE
It's over.
CATWOMAN
And here I thought we were hitting it off...
With that, she leaps and grabs the dangling POWER LINE which
TEARS LOOSE from the ceiling --
She DROPS to the floor, still holding the CABLE. COPS
surround her, moving in quickly, guns drawn --
She backs toward the wall, near a CIRCUIT BREAKER PANEL.
CATWOMAN
Show of hands -- who can see in the dark?
She lifts her own hand daintily, then violently SWINGS THE
POWER CABLE into the CIRCUIT BREAKERS --
A FLASH, a BANG, a SHOWER OF SPARKS -- then --
PITCH DARKNESS. We hear SHOUTS from the theatre, people
PANICKING, and a series of GRUNTS and OOFS as Catwoman takes
out the nearest adversaries --
CATWOMAN POV -- CATVISION, FIGURES have a pale outline, their
EYES GLOW, as CATWOMAN dispatches her unseeing opponents.
94.
EXT. CONCERT HALL - STAGE DOOR & SIDE STREET - NIGHT
A SIDE DOOR swings open and CATWOMAN darts out. She's almost
home free when SHOTS RING OUT behind her --
ANGEL, staggering out from the bushes where she clocked him,
FIRES his handgun after her.
CATWOMAN stumbles and rolls, but keeps moving.
CUT TO:
INT. EDNA'S HOME - BEDROOM - NIGHT
EDNA holds a few CATS in her arms, WEEPING quietly, tissue
close at hand. There's a sound of SCRATCHING at the window,
she moves to open it, revealing --
CATWOMAN, exhausted and bruised from her battle. She crawls
in the window, as Edna stares in astonishment.
EDNA
Patience?
CATWOMAN
Not exactly.
She throws herself on the end of the bed, curling up with the
other cats, examining her injuries. She finds a bloody GASH
where Angel's bullet grazed her skin. EDNA moves closer.
EDNA
Oh dear. You've been shot.
Edna hurries into the bathroom and emerges with a small
FIRST-AID KIT, begins tending to Catwoman's wound, still
sniffling.
CATWOMAN
It's nothing to cry about.
EDNA
No, it's my cats. Last night, all that noise --
the neighbors complained. Animal Control says
they're a health hazard...
CATWOMAN
Piss on 'em.
EDNA
They're coming tomorrow to take them away, have
them destroyed --
(CONTINUED)
95.
CONTINUED:
CATWOMAN
It won't happen. I promise.
EDNA studies Catwoman, speaks softly, worried.
EDNA
Did you do it? Did you kill him?
CATWOMAN shakes her head, disgusted with herself.
CATWOMAN
I wanted to -- but I couldn't. I actually... felt
sorry for him.
EDNA
Because you're still Patience Price.
CATWOMAN
Don't remind me. That girl is so weak.
EDNA
No, she isn't. You know that.
Catwoman makes an exasperated noise, then YAWNS.
CATWOMAN
I could really use a nap.
So saying, she rolls over and falls asleep at once.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. PATIENCE'S BUILDING - DAY
PATIENCE, in borrowed clothes, moves toward the entrance of
her building, limping and tired. She climbs the steps.
LONE
Patience.
TOM LONE, wearing SUNGLASSES, approaches tentatively.
PATIENCE
Oh! Hi. Listen-- about last night...
LONE
Forget it. I, um... listen, I'm sorry about this.
(CONTINUED)
96.
CONTINUED:
He takes a few steps back as --
-- a PAIR OF PATROL CARS SCREECH to a halt, coming up on the
sidewalk in front of Patience's building. COPS armed with
SHOTGUNS leap out, train their weapons on her.
PATROL COP
Hands in the air!
TWO MORE COPS throw open the entrance door behind her,
HANDGUNS ready. PATIENCE, cornered, looks shocked and
betrayed. She raises her hands timidly.
LONE removes his shades -- we now see he has a nasty BLACK
EYE, his face swollen. Still, a hint of regret in his voice:
LONE
Patience Price, AKA Catwoman, you're under arrest.
You have the right to remain silent...
ON Patience's stunned expression --
CUT TO:
EXT. EDNA'S HOME - DAY
Grim-looking ANIMAL CONTROL WORKERS methodically ferry CAT
CAGES from Edna's open front door to a VAN in front. EDNA
scurries helplessly from cage to cage, saying goodbye,
fighting back tears.
MIDNIGHT slashes at a WORKER and escapes. But a KITTEN, less
agile, is shoved into a CAGE. As the DOOR SLAMS SHUT --
CUT TO:
INT. POLICE STATION - INTERROGATION ROOM - DAY
PATIENCE is in a JAIL JUMPSUIT, alone in a small, dingy room
with the usual one-way mirror and table.
THE DOOR is opened by a COP and LONE enters.
PATIENCE
This is all a mistake -- Tom, you know me!
(CONTINUED)
97.
CONTINUED:
LONE
(shakes his head sadly)
One thing you learn in this line of work -- you
never really know anybody, not completely.
(professional tone)
You're being charged with vandalism, burglary and
the murder of Doctor Ivan Nevski --
PATIENCE
He was dead when... um, Ivan who?
(a beat, floundering)
You, you have no proof that I -- what are you
doing?
LONE is unbuttoning his shirt. He pulls down one side to
reveal his shoulder.
LONE
These scratches were inflicted last night by
Catwoman. Forensics also tested this scratch --
He turns around to show the claw-mark she left when they
kissed. He turns to face her, rebuttoning his shirt.
LONE
They were made by the same implement.
PATIENCE
So this whole time, you've been flirting, buying me
dinner, acting like you were interested -- I was a
suspect? It was just some cat and mouse thing?
LONE's a little offended, his tone becomes more aggrieved:
LONE
No, not at first -- I really bought the act,
vulnerable girl all alone in the big city --
PATIENCE
Sorry if I don't fit into your damsel in distress
fantasy.
LONE
That's not what --
(CONTINUED)
98.
CONTINUED:
PATIENCE
Real people are a little more complicated.
LONE
Look, I didn't want to believe it, but --
PATIENCE
I guess a strong woman can be intimidating to a
certain kind of man --
LONE
Did you really think I wasn't gonna recognize you
in a little mask? I'm not blind.
PATIENCE
So if they don't need rescuing,
you better lock them up yourself --
They're now talking over each other, sounding just like
bickering lovers. LONE glances at the mirror, embarrassed;
they're obviously being watched. Through his teeth:
LONE
Knock it off.
(flat, Sgt. Friday)
It'll go a lot easier on you if you just confess
now.
PATIENCE
I've been doing some investigating
of my own. A real crime. Georges
Avenal is stockpiling YP-3, a variant
of black plague bacteria --
LONE
Oh yes, your little hobby. Please, Patience --
PATIENCE
It's a bioweapon! Ivan Nevski developed it, they
must've killed him to keep it a secret --
LONE
So now you've constructed a paranoid fantasy with
your former boss at the center. A disgruntled
employee --
(CONTINUED)
99.
CONTINUED:
PATIENCE
The deal's going down tonight, they're meeting an
arms dealer named Xavier Bartok at the Avenal
offices --
LONE
You're hallucinating. Georges Avenal is world
famous, worth millions, a respected businessman --
why in God's name would he get involved in arms
trafficking?
PATIENCE
I don't know! Why don't you ask him?
LONE
Enough. Are you denying you're Catwoman?
PATIENCE
(looks away from him)
It doesn't matter what I say. You'll make me
whoever you want me to be.
LONE looks at her for a moment, then exits, leaving Patience
to study her own defiant expression in the mirror.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. POLICE STATION - PATIENCE'S CELL - EVENING
PATIENCE paces in her own CELL, talking to herself:
PATIENCE
Damn it, it's getting dark out, where are you...?
She stares at her hand, trying to will claws to appear --
nothing. A deep breath, concentrating, mantra-like --
PATIENCE
I am Catwoman... I am...
She opens her eyes -- it's no good.
CUT TO:
100.
INT. CHURCH - NIGHT
A gloriously handsome GROOM stands beside a VEILED BRIDE at
an altar. ORGAN MUSIC PLAYS.
A REVEREND beams at the couple, nods at the young man, who
throws back the veil -- the bride is DRINA --
caught CRACKING a piece of CHEWING GUM. An O.S.
DIRECTOR:
DIRECTOR (O.S.)
Cut!
WIDER, as DRINA takes the gum out of her mouth, we're at a
COMMERCIAL SHOOT. 35mm CAMERAS, KLIEG LIGHTS, etc.
DRINA
I wasn't ready!
Beside the harried DIRECTOR sits GEORGES, butterfly BANDAGES
over the scratches in his face.
DIRECTOR
We're gonna be at this all
night.
Drina approaches, looking for a place to put her gum.
DRINA
Line?!
DIRECTOR
(wearily)
'I do. With Beaunique.'
She nods, crouches and sticks the gum UNDER A PEW.
AN ASSISTANT has a cell phone to her ear, leans toward
Georges, speaks quietly.
ASSISTANT
It's Detective Lone, apparently they've caught the
Catwoman.
Georges smiles, breathes a sigh of relief.
ASSISTANT
He's coming by later, says he wants to ask you
about another matter.
Georges narrows his eyes and cocks his head at this.
CUT TO:
101.
INT. POLICE STATION - PATIENCE'S CELL - NIGHT
ON PATIENCE, lying in her bunk, miserable. We hear the sound
of a CAT CRYING, distant, almost as if it were in her head.
She opens her eyes to see --
MIDNIGHT, mostly in shadow, pacing on the other side of a
high, mesh-covered window.
ON PATIENCE, for a moment we see the GOLD, ELLIPTICAL PUPILS.
WIDER, Patience -- now CATWOMAN -- springs to her feet and
studies the BARS of her cell. As she did at the zoo, she
begins to ease her body between them...
INT. POLICE STATION - BULLPEN - NIGHT
Rows of desks, PLAINCLOTHES and UNIFORM COPS in a bustling,
crowded bullpen area, a hive of activity.
PATIENCE/CATWOMAN enters in her JAIL JUMPSUIT -- she can't
fight her way through, so she tries a different approach.
She moves stealthily through the room, using her heightened
reflexes to avoid being seen. It's an intricate choreography
of split-second timing, turned heads and diverted glances.
She ducks down to crouch as a CART PASSES... A PLAINCLOTHES
COP spins idly in his swivel chair, PATIENCE/CATWOMAN circles
behind him.... PATIENCE/ CATWOMAN rolls a signed BASEBALL
across a desktop, knocking over a PENCIL CUP. As the
ASSISTANT bends to retrieve it, PATIENCE/CATWOMAN steps
lightly over her desk --
-- and makes it OUT THE DOOR.
CUT TO:
EXT. ROOFTOPS/CITY STREETS - NIGHT
THE FULL MOON just above the rooftops. CATWOMAN rises INTO
FRAME in full regalia, silhouetted, then LEAPS away.
INT. ANIMAL CONTROL - NIGHT
MOVE from a reversed WINDOW SIGN to a SKYLIGHT above --
CATWOMAN leaps through it and lands on the floor in a SHOWER
of glass. She hurries towards the KENNELS.
CATWOMAN bypasses BARKING DOGS, HISSING at them as she does.
She turns a corner and finds --
(CONTINUED)
102.
CONTINUED:
DOZENS OF CATS behind bars. CATWOMAN flings the cages open,
the grateful CATS stream out.
CUT TO:
INT. CHURCH - NIGHT
CAMERA ROLLS ON DRINA and the GROOM at the altar. IN b.g.,
we glimpse a DARK FIGURE, moving low between the nearby PEWS.
DRINA
I do.
She turns TO CAMERA, holds up a JAR OF BEAUNIQUE.
DRINA
With Beauni --
A BLACK-GLOVED FIST SMASHES her HARD in the FACE. Drina
STAGGERS BACK, clutching her NOSE, SHRIEKING, BLOOD spilling
on her wedding dress --
DRINA
No! I just had this fixed!
GEORGES and the DIRECTOR are both out of their chairs,
stunned at the sight of --
CATWOMAN, in the midst of sudden PANDEMONIUM on the set. She
reaches into her bodice and removes a small HANDGUN. CREW
MEMBERS SCREAM and duck for cover as --
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! CATWOMAN SHOOTS GEORGES in the chest, he
collapses, dead instantly.
CATWOMAN throws down the gun and sprints behind an ALTAR
SCREEN and out of the church.
EXT. CITY STREETS - NIGHT
THE DARK MERCEDES, with only ONE HEADLIGHT, and a DENTED
FRONT END, weaves quickly around slower traffic.
INT. MERCEDES - NIGHT
CATWOMAN drives like a maniac, looking over her shoulder.
She lets out a sudden WHOOP of delight -- she did it.
(CONTINUED)
103.
CONTINUED:
She hits a SPEED-DIAL button, we hear a phone RINGING as she
PEELS off the CAT MASK -- and a WIG... it's LAUREL AVENAL.
We hear XAVIER'S VOICE:
XAVIER (V.O.) (FILTER)
Are we on?
LAUREL
Oh honey, we are so on.
INT. CHURCH - NIGHT
CHAOS, PARAMEDICS, COPS, a FORENSICS TEAM photographing
George's corpse. Nearby, other COPS bag the HANDGUN.
TOM LONE is here, on his cell phone, heading for the exit.
LONE
(on phone)
Yeah, we got a couple dozen witnesses, it was
Catwoman. Looks like it might be the same weapon
that killed Nevski...
EXT. CHURCH - NIGHT
LONE moves outside, past FILM TRUCKS outside this urban
church, still on the phone.
LONE
(on phone)
Nah, couldn't have been Price after all, musta been
a lab error. You better cut her loose right away
or she's gonna have a hell of a lawsuit on her
hands... yeah, be there soon, I just gotta tie up a
couple loose ends.
He climbs in his sedan and moves off.
EXT. AVENAL HQ - NIGHT
LONE'S SEDAN pulls up near the entrance to the office tower.
As he gets out, he hears a CHOPPER coming in overhead and
looks up to see --
The AVENAL BEAUTY sign high above, a TWIN-ROTOR CHOPPER
approaching the helipad.
(CONTINUED)
104.
CONTINUED:
LONE moves toward the showroom entrance, tries the door --
locked. He sees the entrance to the PARKING GARAGE, moves
down the ramp.
EXT. AVENAL HQ - HELIPAD - NIGHT
THE MILITARY CARGO CHOPPER touches down. XAVIER and FOUR
MERCENARIES emerge. Two mercs carry ALUMINUM SUITCASES, all
are armed with AUTOMATIC WEAPONS. In addition to chopper
SOUNDS, there's a WHISTLING WIND up here and the WHITE NOISE
ROAR of A.C. DUCTS.
LAUREL, still in the cat suit but without the mask, is
waiting. XAVIER approaches, a small BRIEFCASE in hand.
Laurel's manner is cold, professional, all business -- she
couldn't be more different from the victimized female we met
up here at the outset.
XAVIER
Your husband?
LAUREL
He won't be a problem. Ever again. And I'm not
even a suspect.
She gestures to her outfit. Xavier nods.
XAVIER
American women. I'm always impressed.
LAUREL
Let's do some business.
They head down the stairs. CAMERA MOVES, off the roof, to
the roof of an adjacent, lower SKYSCRAPER -- and finds --
EXT. SKYSCRAPER ROOFTOP - NIGHT
THE REAL CATWOMAN. She paces, breathing hard, steeling
herself for something, looking toward the Avenal building.
A WINDOW WASHER RIG hangs halfway down the building, but it's
quite a distance from this roof edge.
CATWOMAN
I can do this... right?
(CONTINUED)
105.
CONTINUED:
She's addressing MIDNIGHT, who non-commitally licks a paw.
CATWOMAN moves to the far end of the roof and sprints toward
the edge, leaps for all she's worth --
CATWOMAN sails through the air in a perfect arc, toward the
window-washer rig... but she's going to fall short and plunge
twenty stories. At the last second, she pulls out her whip
and snaps it out around --
-- the cables of the rig.
CATWOMAN SLAMS HARD against the side of the building,
dangling from the whip.
CATWOMAN
Ow.
She struggles to pull herself upward.
INT. AVENAL HQ - PENTHOUSE - NIGHT
An ALUMINUM SUITCASE opens -- STACKS of HUNDRED DOLLAR BILLS.
WIDER, WESLEY handles the suitcase. He starts to count the
stacks of money, testing random bills with a COUNTERFEIT PEN.
Meanwhile, Xavier's MERCS are moving aside the LADDERS and
PAINT CANS. One yanks down the frilly DRAPERIES to reveal --
CANISTERS OF YP-3, dozens of them in a cutout portion of
wall, more than we've seen before. Laurel's been hiding them
here all along. Xavier opens his briefcase -- there's a
TESTING KIT inside.
XAVIER
May I?
So saying, XAVIER plucks a WHITE ROSE from an arrangement.
He seals it into a clear PLASTIC CONTAINER, moves to a
random canister, and attaches a NOZZLE tightly to the
VALVE. Cautiously, he releases a small amount of
PRESSURIZED LIQUID into the container.
CLOSE -- as the MIST makes contact with the ROSE, the PETALS
turn PINK, then RED BLOTCHES appear. Abruptly, the petals
BLACKEN, WITHER and ULCERATE. The flower is a shriveled mess
in seconds.
(CONTINUED)
106.
CONTINUED:
XAVIER
Nice.
XAVIER carefully removes the nozzle, nodding appreciatively
at the canisters.
XAVIER
Avenal should think about getting out of cosmetics
altogether -- chemical weapons are a growth
industry.
THE MERCS, with slightly nervous looks, begin carefully
moving the canisters out of the penthouse, up the stairs to
the helicopter.
THE ELEVATOR DOORS OPEN -- it's ANGEL.
ANGEL
Look what I found.
He lifts the semi-conscious LONE from the floor -- the man's
been bound, gagged and blindfolded with DUCT TAPE, there's a
bruise on his head.
ANGEL flashes LONE'S BADGE.
ANGEL
He's a cop. Found him sniffing around the
basement.
LAUREL
(exasperated)
Oh beautiful.
(waving a hand)
Put him in there for now...
Angel drags LONE into a CLOSET near the make-up mirror,
shoves him inside and closes the door.
LAUREL
What are we going to do about this?
XAVIER
(a shrug)
I'll be flying over water. I could drop him off.
Laurel nods and smiles gratefully.
EXT. AVENAL HQ - NIGHT
AT THE SIDE OF THE BUILDING, CATWOMAN holds a button on the
WINDOW WASHER'S RIG, which rises toward the roof.
107.
EXT. AVENAL HQ - HELIPAD - NIGHT
THE MERCS methodically move canisters from the penthouse, up
the stairs, to the CHOPPER on the helipad, where a PILOT
waits at the controls -- the ROTOR BLADES spin lazily.
MERCENARY #1, winded, calls to the PILOT, who's absorbed in a
copy of SOLDIER OF FORTUNE:
MERCENARY #1
Wanna pitch in?
PILOT
(not looking up)
Not my job.
MERCENARY #1 exchanges a look with MERCENARY #2, shakes his
head, deposits his canister in the chopper. As he moves back
for the stairs he hears moving HYDRAULICS. He heads toward
the far edge of the helipad, WEAPON ready. He sees the
MOVING CABLES of the window washing rig come to a STOP, he
looks cautiously over the edge...
HIS POV -- the PLATFORM has come to a stop just a few feet
below the rooftop. But it's empty.
ANOTHER ANGLE -- CATWOMAN is clawing her way around the
corner of the building, just below a narrow CORNICE. She's
dangling precipitously over a forty story fall.
She approaches a WINDOW into the PENTHOUSE below the helipad.
CATWOMAN POV -- on LAUREL in the CATWOMAN suit, chatting with
XAVIER while the MERCS ferry YP-3.
ON CATWOMAN, her eyes widen with the realization -- Laurel?!
CATWOMAN
You cow...
INT. AVENAL HQ - PENTHOUSE - NIGHT
WESLEY slips a few BUNDLES of BILLS into his pocket and
CLOSES an ALUMINUM CASE.
WESLEY
It's all here. I've taken my cut.
LAUREL
All right, Wesley.
LAUREL opens a HUMIDOR, offering a CIGAR to Xavier:
(CONTINUED)
108.
CONTINUED:
LAUREL
Shall we?
XAVIER takes a cigar, sniffs it. With mock concern:
XAVIER
Cuban. Aren't these illegal?
They both chuckle as they head out to the garden area.
EXT. AVENAL HQ - HELIPAD - NIGHT
MERCENARIES #3 and #4 are in the back of the chopper,
securing the canisters. #1 and #2 head toward the stairs,
for another load.
MERCENARY #1, in the rear, passes a low A.C. DUCT. THE
WHIP LASHES out from behind him, wraps around his throat
-- he can't cry out as it YANKS him back behind the duct. We
hear a nasty THUNK. One down.
ON THE STAIRS, MERCENARY #2 turns around.
MERCENARY #2
Tony...?
No sign of his buddy. He moves back up the stairs and --
-- GETS HIT IN THE FACE with Merc #1's GUN BUTT. He rolls
down the stairs.
EXT. AVENAL HQ - PENTHOUSE GARDEN - NIGHT
XAVIER and LAUREL have their backs to the stairs, SMOKING
their CIGARS, as the unconscious MERCENARY hits the ground a
short distance behind them. They don't notice. Laurel
stretches her arms luxuriously, enjoying the feel of the
wind. Xavier studies Laurel, a bit lasciviously.
LAUREL
Free at last... to eat what I want, wear what I
want, look like a slob if I want... You have no
idea how good it feels.
XAVIER
I was thinking after this business is over, you
might spend some time with me on my island --
LAUREL
Thanks, no. I'm through with men.
109.
EXT. AVENAL HQ - HELIPAD - NIGHT
MERCENARIES #3 and #4 emerge from the chopper, looking around
for the others. As they start to circle the chopper --
-- CATWOMAN swings around from behind them, hanging from the
slowly spinning ROTOR BLADE, she KICKS THEM BOTH from behind
and sends them flying head-first to the asphalt.
Merc #3 is knocked cold, Merc #4 rolls over on the ground,
FIRING A BURST behind him. But when the blade comes around
again, she's gone. He has no idea what hit them.
EXT. AVENAL HQ - PENTHOUSE GARDEN - NIGHT
LAUREL and XAVIER both react to the GUNFIRE, dropping their
cigars, hurrying for the stairs.
EXT. AVENAL HQ - HELIPAD - NIGHT
THE PILOT leaps out, a HANDGUN ready.
PILOT
What the hell are you shooting at?
MERCENARY #4
I don't know!
ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE CHOPPER, CATWOMAN clings to the
FUSELAGE. Seeing a FUEL TANK --
CLOSE -- her CLAW pierces the ALUMINUM SKIN and FUEL starts
to spurt out.
EXT. AVENAL HQ - PENTHOUSE GARDEN - NIGHT
WESLEY and ANGEL have emerged from the penthouse, alarmed,
just as LAUREL and XAVIER nearly trip over the groaning
MERCENARY #2.
XAVIER
What the hell --?
Xavier takes the man's AUTOMATIC WEAPON, he and Laurel hurry
up to the helipad.
EXT. AVENAL HQ - HELIPAD - NIGHT
LAUREL and XAVIER reach the top of the stairs, followed by
WESLEY and ANGEL, just as --
(CONTINUED)
110.
CONTINUED:
CATWOMAN leaps down to the penthouse level from the helipad.
The group is stunned to see the injured men. MERCENARY #1 is
crawling out from behind the A.C. DUCT. LAUREL angrily grabs
a MACHINE GUN from the dazed MERCENARY #3. To Xavier:
LAUREL
Where did you find these clowns?!
MERCENARY #4 and ANGEL scout the helipad's perimeter, guns at
the ready. WESLEY nervously backs toward the stairs.
WESLEY
If it's all right with you, Laurel, I'd just as
soon be going...
Xavier is looking around frantically.
XAVIER
These are good soldiers. It would take a team of
men --
LAUREL
(realizing)
Or one woman.
CATWOMAN (O.S.)
Look what I found!
All spin to see --
CATWOMAN standing at the edge of the helipad, above the sheer
drop, holding THE TWO SUITCASES out to either side of her.
She has a lit CIGAR clenched between her teeth. Behind her,
the SKY is LIGHTENING with approaching dawn.
ALL GUNS are trained on Catwoman, except Laurel's.
LAUREL
Don't shoot, you idiots! She'll drop the money--
They don't lower their guns. Catwoman narrows her eyes,
speaks around the cigar.
CATWOMAN
Henchmen, Laurel? How tacky.
(CONTINUED)
111.
CONTINUED:
She jerks one of the cases -- the latch has been loosened, it
POPS OPEN and CASH GOES FLYING into the wind --
DRIFTING from the rooftop to the city streets below.
LAUREL reacts in agony.
LAUREL
No, please-- don't do that again!
CATWOMAN drops the emptied case and pulls the cigar from her
mouth with a distasteful expression. Eying Laurel:
CATWOMAN
Don't you hate it when somebody shows up at a party
wearing the same dress?
LAUREL advances on Catwoman.
LAUREL
Let's face it -- we're alike, you and me.
Catwoman ignores her, shouts to XAVIER and his men:
CATWOMAN
You guys gotta be careful with this YP-3 stuff.
It's a living thing, you know, a bacteria. If it
gets too hot -- it dies.
XAVIER looks from Catwoman to the FUEL pooling on the
helipad, putting two and two together. He jerks his head at
his mercs -- they start backing away toward the stairs.
LAUREL is still focused on the money.
LAUREL
Let's split the rest of the money -- and there's
more where that came from --
CATWOMAN
Tempting offer... We would make a pretty good team.
Beyond the law, fighting the yoke of male
oppression, sisters under the skin...
LAUREL nods hopefully. CATWOMAN looks thoughtfully at the
cigar in her hand.
(CONTINUED)
112.
CONTINUED:
CATWOMAN
Nah, I still have to live with myself.
So saying, she flicks the LIT CIGAR to the helipad --
IGNITING the spreading pool of gasoline --
XAVIER ET AL. sprint to LEAP OFF THE HELIPAD or CHARGE DOWN
THE STAIRS as --
THE HELICOPTER EXPLODES in a glorious FIREBALL.
LAUREL is thrown across the helipad by the BLAST, showered
with CHOPPER DEBRIS. The men are hightailing it out of
there, but Laurel gets slowly to her feet, machine gun
ready, bent on revenge.
Spotting CATWOMAN darting through the SMOKE and FLAMES toward
the stairs, LAUREL FIRES a volley with a SCREAM of rage and
charges after her in pursuit.
EXT. AVENAL HQ - PENTHOUSE GARDEN - DAWN
LAUREL hurries down the stairs to the garden, FIRING at --
CATWOMAN, as she darts into the penthouse. Catwoman's nearly
hit, showered with broken glass.
INT. AVENAL HQ - LAUREL'S PENTHOUSE - DAWN
The roof CREAKS ominously, the room is thick with SMOKE.
LAUREL charges in, sees movement near THE ELEVATOR and FIRES
--
A BODY goes down with a CRY. LAUREL laughs triumphantly,
moves to find --
ANGEL, dead on the floor. LAUREL winces.
LAUREL
Sorry, Angel.
CATWOMAN leaps at Laurel from behind, the GUN goes flying.
The two women CRASH into the CLASSICAL SCULPTURES, shattering
them in the course of their struggle. Laurel keeps going for
the gun, but Catwoman won't let her get near it.
113.
INT. AVENAL HQ - SHOWROOM - DAWN
WESLEY, XAVIER and his MERCS hurry from the elevators.
They've almost made it out the exit to safety when an EERIE
HOWL erupts --
XAVIER
What is tha --
MIDNIGHT leaps onto his back, sinking his fangs in. A beat
later, DOZENS of EDNA'S CATS attack the men; they scream as
they try to pry frenzied felines from their flesh.
INT. AVENAL HQ - PENTHOUSE - DAY
CATWOMAN and LAUREL continue their battle. Catwoman gets
Laurel down, near victory, when -- BEAMS OF SUNLIGHT from the
window penetrate the SMOKE and catch CATWOMAN full in the
face. She backs away, squinting, disoriented -- this gives
Laurel the chance to recover.
CATWOMAN
No -- I need more time --
WHAM! LAUREL gets in a devastating BLOW that sends CATWOMAN
reeling. At the same moment, LONE KICKS OPEN the CLOSET
DOOR. He's still gagged and blindfolded, hands and feet
bound, but he's struggling, GRUNTING now.
CATWOMAN takes this in, shocked. She moves to Lone's side.
CATWOMAN
Tom...
Laurel picks up the machine gun. FLAMES are spreading from
the ceiling, DOWN THE WALLS.
LAUREL
You know this guy?
Catwoman raises a hand, curls her fingers -- but no claws
emerge. She looks toward the WINDOW where --
-- THE SUN is now fully visible.
Laurel strides over and KICKS CATWOMAN away from Lone -- she
rolls across the ground helplessly. Laurel casually points
the weapon at Lone's head.
CATWOMAN
No! Don't do it!
(CONTINUED)
114.
CONTINUED:
LAUREL
Why not? He's just -- a man.
Catwoman starts to rise, LAUREL steps on Lone's throat, the
gun still pointed at his head.
LAUREL
Move a muscle and you won't have a date for the
prom.
Catwoman freezes, sits back down again. Laurel smiles.
LAUREL
It's amazing. We're the stronger sex -- but men
are like Kryptonite. They make us so weak...
She increases her pressure on Lone's throat, he WRITHES,
CHOKES. Catwoman sounds just like Patience now.
CATWOMAN/PATIENCE
Stop it, please -- you'll kill him.
LAUREL
Don't worry, I know exactly how much a man can
take.
Laurel takes her foot off of Lone, he struggles for air. She
moves in on Catwoman.
LAUREL
You know, I was actually starting to admire you.
LAUREL CLOCKS HER with the GUN BUTT. CATWOMAN/PATIENCE tries
to crawl away, BLOOD at her lips.
LAUREL
When I think of all the guys I had to... use.
WHACK! She BOOTS CATWOMAN in the stomach.
LAUREL
And there you were, clawing your way up on your
own. But you let me down.
She KICKS her again.
(CONTINUED)
115.
CONTINUED:
LAUREL
I ask one little favor -- but no, I had to take
care of Georges myself. And now... this. You've
ruined everything.
She pulls CATWOMAN halfway to her feet and SLUGS her face.
LAUREL then GRABS the top of the CAT MASK and YANKS it off --
PATIENCE looks up at her weakly, eyes rolling.
LAUREL blinks, a shocked double-take, backs away.
LAUREL
No... it's impossible... you're dead.
PATIENCE's crumpled figure recalls the position of her body
lying on the pavement, the night she was murdered. Her eyes
go wide as she puts it together.
PATIENCE
Oh my God... it was you...
FLASHBACK - EXT. PATIENCE'S BUILDING
OBJECTIVE SHOT, ANGEL near Patience's body. CAMERA MOVES TO
the MERCEDES. The DRIVER'S DOOR opens and LAUREL steps out,
looking at Patience's body on the ground with disgust.
PATIENCE (V.O.)
You were behind the wheel that night...
INT. AVENAL HQ - PENTHOUSE - DAY (PRESENT)
PATIENCE leaps at LAUREL with blinding speed, CLAWS OUT.
PATIENCE/CATWOMAN
It was you!
LAUREL is overwhelmed by the sudden turn. PATIENCE/ CATWOMAN
knocks the GUN from Laurel's hands. Laurel dodges her kicks
and blows, pushed closer to the flames.
(CONTINUED)
116.
CONTINUED:
LAUREL
What do you want, an apology? Of course it was me,
it was always me -- I ran the YP-3 operation right
under Georges' nose, I couldn't let some frumpy
accountant blow the whistle when I was so close --
PATIENCE/CATWOMAN slashes at Laurel's head with a HISS -- she
peels off HALF LAUREL'S FACE -- it's like a form-fitting
"Mission: Impossible" LATEX MASK. Beneath, the skin is
BLOTCHED with DARK SPOTS and SORES. LAUREL lets out a
hideous SCREAM.
LAUREL
No! My face!
PATIENCE/CATWOMAN knocks her to the ground, straddles her.
The fight's gone out of LAUREL now, she clutches at her
disfigured features. Patience/Catwoman cocks her head,
looking at the shredded LATEX hanging from her claws.
PATIENCE/CATWOMAN
So I'm not the only one hiding behind a mask.
LAUREL
I was the first to try Beaunique
-- I was over 30, I had nothing to
lose. When the symptoms started
to show, it was too late...
As she speaks, Laurel peels away the remains of the LATEX.
PATIENCE/CATWOMAN
So you upped production and sold the stuff to an
arms dealer.
LAUREL
Life hands you lemons, you make lemonade.
A FLAMING BEAM gives way, blocking the STAIRWELL, part of the
CEILING collapses -- this gives Laurel the chance to squirm
out from under PATIENCE/CATWOMAN. But instead of going for
the gun, she runs straight for the make-up mirror.
(CONTINUED)
117.
CONTINUED:
PATIENCE/CATWOMAN runs to Lone's side, pulling him away from
the spreading flames toward the ELEVATOR. She SLASHES the
tape that binds his wrists.
LAUREL, meanwhile, opens a hidden COMPARTMENT by her mirror,
revealing numerous LATEX MASKS. She begins to apply a new
one, using adhesive, smoothing wrinkles, hiding the seams,
etc. Nearby, her PORTRAIT starts to MELT and turn to ASH.
THE CEILING BUCKLES, chunks of MASONRY falling.
PATIENCE/CATWOMAN is prying open the elevator doors.
PATIENCE/CATWOMAN
Laurel, you better get out of here --
LAUREL
In a minute -- I have to finish putting on my face
--
THE DOORS OPEN on the empty shaft -- almost as an
afterthought, PATIENCE/CATWOMAN snatches up her MASK, pulling
LONE to her with her other arm.
THE CEILING gives way with a BURST OF FLAME --
INT. AVENAL HQ - ELEVATOR SHAFT - DAY
PATIENCE/CATWOMAN leaps into the open elevator shaft, LONE
has his arms around her -- together they slide down a CABLE
as FLAMES ERUPT from above.
INT. AVENAL HQ - LAUREL'S PENTHOUSE - DAY
LAUREL is now trapped in the make-up alcove, illuminated by
flames surrounding her, but she doesn't seem to care, working
frantically to get a new face on. She whispers a mantra:
LAUREL
You're still beautiful... you'll always be
beautiful...
CRASH! CHUNKS OF HELIPAD and the remains of the FLAMING
CHOPPER come through the ceiling, obliterating Laurel.
EXT. AVENAL HQ - DAY
POLICE charge into the building from a number of COP CARS.
As they do so, we see the ARMY OF CATS fleeing.
118.
INT. AVENAL HQ - SHOWROOM - DAY
WESLEY, XAVIER and the MERCS are on the ground, SCRATCHED and
BLEEDING. They raise their hands for the puzzled, gun-
wielding COPS.
WESLEY
Thank God you're here...
INT. AVENAL HQ - PARKING GARAGE - DAY
ELEVATOR DOORS OPEN in this parking garage. PATIENCE/
CATWOMAN pulls LONE out, he seems woozy, his arms around her
neck. They collapse together against a wall.
She tears the DUCT TAPE off Lone's mouth. He winces.
LONE
Who are you?
PATIENCE/CATWOMAN hesitates, about to answer -- but instead
gives him a long kiss. Then she darts OUT OF FRAME.
LONE reels from the kiss, then collects himself and pulls the
duct tape from his eyes.
WIDE SHOT -- he's alone, no sign of her.
EXT. AVENAL HQ - DAY
OVERHEAD ANGLE as COPS hustle XAVIER and the OTHERS into
police vehicles. CAMERA KEEPS PULLING UP, until we see the
ruined ROOF of the building, IN FLAMES. The "A" in "AVENAL
BEAUTY" has been knocked out by the conflagration ... for a
few moments the sign reads "VENAL BEAUTY," until the whole
thing EXPLODES and SPARKS OUT.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. EDNA'S HOME - LIVING ROOM - DAY
EDNA lies on the couch, a hand over her eyes, asleep in a
robe. She stirs as a TONGUE laps at her face. As she sits
up, dozens of CATS are all over her, begging for attention.
She laughs and cries at the same time then sees --
CATWOMAN, masked again, who has entered behind the cats.
EDNA
Thank you.
(CONTINUED)
119.
CONTINUED:
CATWOMAN
A promise is a promise.
Her tone is soft, more like Patience's. EDNA takes in the
blood on her, her torn clothes.
EDNA
What happened to you?
CATWOMAN
I found out the truth.
Edna notes the SUNLIGHT pouring through the window, eyes her.
EDNA
But the sun is up... you're still Catwoman?
CATWOMAN pulls off the mask and looks at it, puzzled.
CATWOMAN/PATIENCE
Yeah. But I'm Patience, too... with or without the
mask. I don't think there's a difference any more.
EDNA
Maybe there never really was.
CATWOMAN/PATIENCE nods and smiles at this thoughtfully,
accepting her dual nature at last.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. PATIENCE'S APARTMENT - DAY
Filled with CARDBOARD BOXES. MOVING MEN carry a few out.
SALLY is ostensibly lending a hand, but is mostly interested
in the men's muscles. As she picks up a tiny box --
SALLY
You look awfully hot. Sure you don't wanna take
that shirt off?
SALLY winks at PATIENCE as she follows the man out the door.
Patience looks good, no trace of the old awkwardness -- she's
integrated her cat side. The PHONE RINGS, she snatches it up
in a swift, feline fashion.
(CONTINUED)
120.
CONTINUED:
PATIENCE
Hello?
LONE (V.O.)
(filter)
Hi, Patience.
Patience turns -- LONE stares from his window across the way.
INTERCUT WITH:
INT. LONE'S APARTMENT - DAY
He and Patience maintain eye contact while they speak.
LONE (V.O.)
(on phone)
Moving out?
PATIENCE (V.O.)
(on phone)
You are a good detective. It just feels like time
for a change.
LONE
Where you heading?
PATIENCE
Why? You still keeping tabs on me? Said on TV the
Catwoman case was closed.
LONE
Mm. No hard feelings...?
PATIENCE
Nah. In a way, it was flattering.
LONE
Funny thing, no one at the station remembers
letting you out of jail.
PATIENCE
That's bureaucracy for you.
(changing the subject)
Hard to believe, Catwoman was Laurel Avenal all
along.
LONE
Uh-huh. It is pretty hard to believe.
(CONTINUED)
121.
CONTINUED:
There's a significant pause, they eye each other across the
alley. Lone knows, and Patience knows he knows. In unison:
PATIENCE LONE
Thank you -- Thank you --
They laugh at this, take a moment to recover. Then:
LONE
For what?
PATIENCE
(a beat)
Dinner the other night. How about you?
LONE
For... teaching me some things. Listen, Patience -
- if you're still interested -- I'd like to get to
know you better.
MIDNIGHT LEAPS UP onto Patience's shoulder, nuzzles her neck.
PATIENCE
Hey, you never really know anybody. Not
completely.
LONE
I guess I had that coming... Look, I know it's not
simple, I'm a cop and you're...
PATIENCE
A dull accountant.
LONE
All I'm saying is -- whatever you are, however...
complicated -- I can deal with it.
PATIENCE
Can you?
LONE
I'd like to try. I just don't want this to be
good-bye.
(CONTINUED)
122.
CONTINUED:
PATIENCE
Oh... I have a feeling we'll see each other again.
She HANGS UP, rolls her shoulders and lets out a little PURR.
WITH LONE, he smiles, putting the phone down himself as
Patience moves away from the window.
WITH PATIENCE, MOVE to find the CAT MASK as she places it on
top of stacks of slightly FIRE-DAMAGED $100 DOLLAR BILLS and
CLOSES THE SUITCASE.
CUT TO BLACK.
THE END
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