A silver throwing-bird is chosen from a weapons array. Gloved hands lift a black eye mask. Tunic armor CLICKS shut, turning to reveal the chest-borne insignia of a Robin.
INT. BATCAVE
BATMAN - CLOSE
Emerges from his costume vault.
WIDER
Deeper excavation has doubled the size of the cavern.
New state-of-the-art computing systems flash. Surveillance screens monitor news and police FREQUENCIES. Crim
tunics, a sprinkling of "Gandhi" caps, several tongas (two-wheeled, horse-drawn taxis) . . . the shreds of sound continue - American woman, flirtatious, intimate: "Youre the only man I know who makes his own clothes." Gandhis laugh . . . The sound of rioting, womens cries and screams of terror . . . An American voice: "This man of peace" . . .
And as the titles end we begin to pick up the sounds
tunic and helmet and raps on the wooden
door as the second wagon stops behind. The door swings
aside and another Praetorian Guard leans out.
1ST PRAETORIAN GUARD
Sir, we must be getting near.
INT. FIRST WAGON
LUCIUS AELIUS AURELIUS COMMODUS huddles in the back of the
wagon: Dark hair, handsome, beard; as Commodus rises we
see hes a large, powerfully built young man and though
barely twenty years
tunic button.
Its hanging off. Wardrobe!
Irina! Irina, please.
OK, lets set up again from the top.
Remember, youre tired, youre
frightened, Napoleon has you on the run.
Be careful, Misha.
- Show me that barn door again.
- Opening positions, everybody.
Quiet, please. Lets get ready to do this.
Ready to roll.
What does a chief investigator
want with me?
We found your skates.
Your name was scratched
tunic
and virtually no bottom. She quickly leaves.
INT. SHABBY ROOM - NIGHT
We enter the room for the first time as the WAITRESS does.
Shes carrying a tray with a bottle of vodka and two shot
glasses.
ANATOLY
Now, we drink.
He pours them out and hands one to KASIMOV.
ANATOLY (CONTD)
To friends.
KASIMOV
Yes, Anatoly, yes.
JACK
Cheers.
He drinks. He blinks. Something felt funny about