Batman: Year One Page #3

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GORDON gets off the elevator and walks through the busy

precinct room full of COPS.

As he passes, CONVERSATIONS STOP.

Men with shoulder holsters and badges on their hip watch

GORDON with obvious disdain.

GORDON puts his lunch in his desk and flips through papers.

He lights a MARLBORO.

INT. POLICE PRECINCT. HALL OUTSIDE EVIDENCE ROOM - DAY

A sign reads "Evidence Room". A YOUNG COP stares at GORDON

with bad intent through a Plexiglas window.

GORDON puts papers in the pass-through.

GORDON:

This is for the Irwin case.

The YOUNG COP doesn't say a word.

As GORDON leaves, he passes the door to the evidence room.

It's half open.

We catch a quick glimpse inside—

two detectives stuff YELLOW ENVELOPES and stack BILLS

--before the door SLAMS shut.

INT. BATHROOM. POLICE PRECINCT - DAY

GORDON stands at a URINAL as DETECTIVE FLASS, about 40, blond

crew cut, enters

FLASS:

I've got something for you Gordon.

GORDON:

Come on Flass, I told you, I just

don't want it.

FLASS:

Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, you're going

to have to learn what it takes to

be a cop in this town

FLASS (CONT'D)

It makes the guys nervous when

someone doesn't participate. They

think you might say something.

GORDON:

It's not like that, I just don't

need the money.

Maybe if I had kids like the other

guys, or had trouble making ends

meet it would be different.

FLASS:

The guys are saying, 'maybe he

thinks he's better than we are.

Maybe he thinks he's superior.' Is

that how it is Jimmy? You think

you're some kind of saint?

GORDON:

No, it's nothing like that.

FLASS:

So you're not a saint, Gordon. Who

are you?

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