Defendor Dec 12 Goldenrod2

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FADE IN
1 INT. DR. PARK'S OFFICE -- DAY 1
ARTHUR POPPINGTON(39), arm in a cast, neck in a brace, two

black eyes, cropped hair and dressed in an orange jump-suit.
A mild developmental disability, his disposition is childlike,
as if he were in stasis as a ten year old boy. He shifts on
the couch, uncomfortable in his seat, looking everywhere
except toward his therapist....
DR. ELLEN PARK(35), Korean. Elegant and patient.
Nothing spoken for a long beat. Arthur watches the clock,

the seconds ticking away while he nibbles on a hang nail.
His eyes dart to Dr. Park's pen hovering over her pad.
Finally, Dr. Park tries again....
DR. PARK
Arthur?
ARTHUR
Huh?
DR. PARK
Are you thinking about the question?
ARTHUR
Uhhh? Are you Japanese?
DR. PARK
No.
ARTHUR
Uh-huh.
DR. PARK
Is it important what I am?
ARTHUR
Mieko Tatsuri is Japanese.
DR. PARK
Who is Mieko Tatsuri?
ARTHUR
She's the leader of 'Blowback.' Her
father is a ninja and her mother is
a alien from the gamma sector.
DR. PARK
Okay. Well, I'm Korean. From Earth.
ARTHUR
Is that on the test?
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She smiles tightly, still professional.
DR. PARK
No, there's no test.
ARTHUR
I thought I was getting tested.
DR. PARK
No, this is an evaluation, Arthur,
it's different than a test. Can we
get back to the question? Why did
you attack Mr. Debrofkowitz?
ARTHUR
Which one?
DR. PARK
You destroyed his dry cleaning
business.
Arthur shifts and goes back to the hangnail.
ARTHUR
...Top secret.
DR. PARK
Let me assure you, Arthur, whatever
you say here is for the Judge's ears
only. And mine, of course.
ARTHUR
(thinking, then)
Totally classified?
DR. PARK
Totally.
HOLD ON Arthur considering, nibbling on his hangnail.
CUT TO BLACK:
MAIN TITLE: DEFENDOR
Simple white font on a black background. No frills.
The blather of a late-night RADIO SHOW rises.
RADIO HOST (V.O.)

Look, folks, how do you think this
city got it's nickname? "Hammertown."
CUT TO:
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2 EXT. SKYLINE/WAREHOUSE DISTRICT (FLASHBACK...) -- NIGHT 2
And Arthur, A.K.A. DEFENDOR, slowly rises from the bottom of

FRAME against a polluted skyline, row upon row of industrial
smokestacks belching fireballs into the night sky.
RADIO HOST (V.O.)

-- It's not because we've been
hammering steel and iron since
eighteen fifty-four, fifty-seven,
whatever it is.
Defendor is dressed all in black with an awkward looking

duct taped 'D' on his chest and a raccoon mask painted on
with a grease stick. He wears a W.W.1 German infantry helmet
with a small camera affixed over his left ear and a small
LED flashlight over his right.
His rise halts abruptly, he jerks up a few inches, a few

inches more....
RADIO HOST (V.O.) (CONT'D)

-- No, we are called Hammertown
because every political figure in
this town, from the Mayor, to the
Police Chief...
REVEAL the Mac truck and the 'Hi-Ranger' cherry picker he's
standing in, attached to a mechanical crane/arm which Defendor
controls from within. Up a few more inches, over a few more
inches, until he's level with the rooftop.

-- Even the Superintendent of Garbage
Disposal, all the way down... they're
all drunk.
Defendor climbs awkwardly out of the bucket. Strapped to

his back and connected by cable to his helmet-cam is an old
VHS VCR, circa 1980's.

-- Completely hammered on moonshine.
Black boots, duct tape wrist bands and duct taped anklets
complete the look.
3 EXT. ROOFTOP/WAREHOUSE DISTRICT -- MOMENTS LATER 3
Defendor's silhouette runs across the rooftop, a bright sliver

moon in the night sky. He slips on the gravel roof, tripping
awkwardly.
RADIO HOST (V.O.)

-- Seriously, you know what I would
do if I was Mayor of this city? I'd
call in the Army.
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Defendor picks himself up, brushes off his knees and elbows,
and breaks into another run.

-- Like Trudeau in seventy, seventy-
one, whenever it was, when he slapped
those Frenchies with the War Measures
Act.
4 EXT. ROOFTOP/WAREHOUSE DISTRICT -- MOMENTS LATER 4
Defendor squats at the edge of the building, taking in the

moon before looking out on the hard streets below.
RADIO HOST (V.O.)

-- Now that! Was kick-ass. Exactly
what we need here in The Hammer.
5 EXT. STREET/WAREHOUSE DISTRICT -- NIGHT 5
Sporadic cars drive in a slow parade.
RADIO HOST (V.O.)

-- You think I'm joking? I'm not.
That's how bad crime has gotten in
this city.
Low end STREET WALKERS lurk in doorways, revealing themselves

as the cars approach, returning to the shadows as they pass.
6 EXT. ROOFTOP/WAREHOUSE DISTRICT -- CONTINUOUS 6
Defendor reaches into his 'utility belt' - a pair of crossed

fanny-packs. He extracts small binoculars. Note the Trench
Club cinched between the belts.
He speaks aloud, in a hushed, gruff, deeply affected voice.
DEFENDOR
Look out, termites. It's squishing
time.
He scans the area with his binoculars.
7 INT. 68 CHEVELLE -- NIGHT 7
A Hotrod Chevelle in a shadowy parking lot, and on the dash

resting in foil, crack cocaine.
CHUCK DOONEY(38), deep undercover, heats the end of a crack

pipe with a lighter.
A double sided framed pendant hangs from Dooney's rearview

mirror - his two beautiful daughters, ages 4 and 6. Glancing
up, not wanting them to watch, he flicks them into a spin.
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RADIO HOST (V.O.)

You're listening to CHMD AM1800,
"The Hammer's News Talk Leader."
I'm your host, Randy Doyle.
Dooney presses the heated pipe to the brownish rock, brings

it to his lips and sucks back the smoke. While the car radio
spews the rich baritone, the Howard Stern inspired drivel.

Crime Reporter, Dominique Ball.
She's gonna join us at the top of
the hour. Stick around.
Passenger, KAT DEBROFKOWITZ(18), thirsty eyes done up with

heavy eyeliner. She takes a bobby pin from her mouth and
pins a strand of hair back, then reaches for the dial --
KAT
How 'bout some frickin' music.
DOONEY
(exhaling smoke)
Fuck off, I like this guy.
KAT
Yeah, know why? Cause he's a dink.
She tunes into a sappy LOVE SONG. Dooney's indifferent to

the change-up now, passing the pipe to Kat.
DOONEY
You paying for this? Or working for
it?
KAT
It's all the same, isn't it?
Dooney unzips his pants. Kat breaks from the ritual to toss
him a condom.
DOONEY
What's this?
KAT
It's like a present. You have to
wrap it.
She sticks the rock to the end of the pipe and hauls smoke.
DOONEY
That's not going to work for me.
KAT
(...exhaling)
'Kay, but usin' nothing isn't gonna
work for me so....
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Dooney grabs her hair and yanks her close.
DOONEY
Who do you think you're talking to?!
He pushes her down. Kat SCREAMS!
8 EXT. ROOFTOP/WAREHOUSE DISTRICT -- CONTINUOUS 8
Defendor reacts. Somebody needs him. He quickly rises.
9 INT. CHEVELLE -- CONTINUOUS 9
CLOSE ON the twirling pendant, the spin slowing down, each

smiling daughter bearing witness to Dooney's salaciousness.
10 EXT. WAREHOUSE PARKING LOT -- MOMENTS LATER 10
Behind the car, a shadowy figure drops into a dumpster - a

hollow BANG(!) rings out.
Dooney lets up.
DOONEY
What was that?
12 INT. DUMPSTER -- CONTINUOUS 12
Defendor stands, wincing, dusting himself off.
DEFENDOR
(to himself)
Garbage days.... Remember the garbage
days.
Kat seizes the moment of distraction and tries to bolt.
DOONEY
Hey! Where you going?
He grabs her back forcefully.
KAT
You're hurting my arm!
DOONEY
Occupational hazard, sunshine.
KAT
Relax, Dooney! Calm down. Let's
just do this slow. Make it last.
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DOONEY
Yeah, yeah, make it last. That's
what I want.
She approaches his lap again, Dooney grabs her hair - Kat
resists, her hand on his -- she's tough, negotiating a gentler
grip when...
14 EXT. WAREHOUSE PARKING LOT -- CONTINUOUS 14
The old wooden Trench Club embedded with cruel looking studs
taps on Dooney's window. Dooney jumps, quickly zips up and
rolls down the window.
DOONEY
Hey, there's been a misunderstanding
here --
In his Defendor voice - gruff and comically cliché.
DEFENDOR (O.S.)
Step out of the car, please.
DOONEY
Oh, boy. Buddy. That's my line,
alright.
Dooney steps out of the car, flashing his badge,
DOONEY (CONT'D)
Chuck Dooney. Drug squad. I'm
working here --
(seeing him)
Who the fuck are you?
DEFENDOR
Your worst nightmare.
Defendor opens his hand, revealing a fistful of marbles. He

cocks back and hurls them at Dooney, pelting him.
DOONEY
Ow! Shit man!
Dooney stumbles back. Another fistful - this time Defendor

rolls them under his feet and Dooney falls hard to the ground.
Defendor approaches, raising his Trench Club. He stops,
locking eyes with Kat.
DEFENDOR
Go on, make like a rocket, take off.
Kat hesitates, then takes off, running into the night.

Defendor watches her go then turns his attention to Dooney.
DOONEY
You messed up. You messed up real g --
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Defendor clubs him, THWACK! Dooney is hurt and bleeding,

reaching for snubnose '38.
DEFENDOR
I want Captain Industry. Where is
he?
DOONEY
Captain who??! Listen, fuck up, I
don't know who you're talking --
He draws his pistol and Defendor swings --
DOONEY (CONT'D)
(screaming in pain)
Aaaaaaah!
-- The gun sent flying out of his hand.
DEFENDOR
Wrong answer.
Again, Defendor raises his club and clobbers Dooney. THWACK,

THWACK! As the sappy love song wafts from the Chevelle.
15 INT. ALL NIGHT DINER -- NIGHT 15
Good grub, cheap eats - breakfast, burgers and Chinese food.

Slightly dilapidated. Insomniacs and night-shifters in the
booths. Half-listening to RANDY DOYLE's radio program.
RADIO HOST (V.O.)

-- Our next guest is promoting a
"Crime Alert." This is similar to
the National Freak-Out Advisory,
where they use colours to warn us of
potential Terrorist Attacks. From
the Spectator, Dominique Ball.
Welcome to the show.
DOMINIQUE BALL (V.O.)

Thanks for having me, Randy.
Defendor sits alone, raccoon mask is badly smudged, it looks

as if he's wiped his sweaty brow with his forearm. VCR
backpack set aside and helmet-cam resting on the table.
RADIO HOST (V.O.)

Where are we on this colour chart?
DOMINIQUE BALL (V.O.)

Red. Definitely red.
A CHINESE WAITRESS(40's) brings him pancakes and pours more

coffee as Defendor confesses...
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DEFENDOR
Taking a break. Then I have to get
back to work.
She moves off, nonplussed.
RADIO HOST (V.O.)

My colour? Wanna know what it is?
White. I'm waving it like a flag.
I surrender. What's gone wrong?
Defendor pours syrup. Lots and lots of syrup.
16 -- LATER 16
CONSTABLE MIKE(30's) is paying for take-out coffee at the

counter when his walkie-talkie SQUAWKS.
COP OPERATOR (V.O.)

-- White Male, six feet tall, dressed
in black tights with silver trim.
Wanted on a 245A. Assault with a
deadly weapon. Apprehend with
caution.
CONSTABLE MIKE
(to waitress)
Thank you.
Mike turns with his coffees and stops at the sight of Defendor
finishing his last bite, oblivious, pushing his plate away.
The officer carefully puts the coffees down.
CONSTABLE MIKE (CONT'D)

(into walkie-talkie)
Hey, Partner?
PARTNER (O.S.)
(through walkie-talkie)
Cream and sugar, Mikey. Cream and
sugar.
CONSATBLE MIKE
Uh, I think you should get in here.
17 EXT. ALL NIGHT DINER -- MOMENTS LATER 17
Outside, through the window: Defendor, seemingly satisfied,

licking his lips, belly full of gas -- is suddenly ambushed
by the cops, guns drawn, both yelling muted instructions.
Like an episode of 'Cops'. The down and out late night DINERS
look on as Constable Mike manhandles the startled Defendor.
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18 INT. 8TH PRECINCT/OBSERVATION ROOM -- LATER 18
CAPTAIN FAIRBANKS(50), large, austere, minimalist with his *

movement, is examining Defendor's helmet-camera. He and *
Constable Mike sift through Defendor's gear.
FAIRBANKS
So, this here's the camera? *
CONSATBLE MIKE
Right, which feeds into this, a VCR. *
Someone should write Santa and get *
this guy a cam-corder. *
An all-in-one TV-VCR-DVD player plays back the takedown. *
FAIRBANKS (O.S.)
(re playback) *
And what's going on here? Where's *
the volume? *
CONSTABLE MIKE
It's a silent movie, Captain. No *
sound.
The playback rolls out, end of tape. Snow fills the screen.

(head shake)
Still, the business with Dooney....
Fairbanks tires at the mere mention of Dooney as he continues *

through Defendor's 'weapons systems,' the contents of his
fanny-packs spread before him on the table.
FAIRBANKS
Is he pressing charges? Where is
he?
CONSTABLE MIKE
Wants it done the old fashioned way.
FAIRBANKS
Course he does.
Amidst Defendor's stuff are binoculars, nut cracker, green

plastic lime filled with lime juice, a few firecrackers, a
lighter, a dog-eared notebook and pen, sling shot, loose
marbles, a two cent Bazooka gum, and two nearly dead wasps
in a small jar, the lid punctured with holes.
Fairbanks quizzically raises the wasps to eye level, then at

the pacing Defendor through the two way mirror.
19 INT. 8TH PRECINCT/INTERROGATION ROOM -- NIGHT 19
Defendor, alone and indignant.

GREEN 12/05/08 10A
DEFENDOR
(muttering)
Stupid cops... stupid... dumb...
He paces back and forth like a caged animal.

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20 INT. 8TH PRECINCT/OBSERVATION ROOM -- CONTINUOUS 20
CONSTABLE MIKE (O.S.)

-- Had this on him.
Fairbanks turns to Mike, showing the Trench Club.

Some sort of antique. Could do some
damage though.
FAIRBANKS
And marbles?
CONSTABLE MIKE
Right, lots of marbles.
FAIRBANKS
Name?
CONSTABLE MIKE
Nah, he stonewalled me. But this
guy... he's funny, boss. Insisted
on speaking with the "Commissioner."
Yeah. Wants a truce. Hard to keep
a straight face, frankly.
FAIRBANKS
A vigilante?
CONSTABLE MIKE
No, no. Super Hero. He was adamant.
He calls himself Defendor. That's
with an "O-R," Captain, not "E-R".
Get it wrong and he flips out, it's
bizarre.
Fairbanks takes another look at Defendor, seated now with

his arms crossed, smudged eye paint across his brow. He
takes the Trench Club and reaches for the door.
21 INT. 8TH PRECINCT/INTERROGATION ROOM -- CONTINUOUS 21
Defendor jumps to his feet.
DEFENDOR
Commissioner! This is outrageous!
FAIRBANKS
It's all right, son, why don't you
have a seat?
They both sit. Defendor, conspiratorially. Fairbanks shows

the club.
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FAIRBANKS (CONT'D)
My grandfather fought in the trenches
in the first war. I remember him
showing me something like this once.
Your grandfather an infantry man?
DEFENDOR
Yes he was.
FAIRBANKS
He must have passed on now.
The Defendor guise softens and Arthur emerges.
DEFENDOR
Twenty? ...Thirty? No, twenty-six
years ago.
FAIRBANKS
I wonder if my grandfather's bumped
into your grandfather up there.
What was his name?
DEFENDOR
Henry Poppington.
FAIRBANKS
Well, I wouldn't be surprised. It's
a good, sturdy weapon isn't it?
DEFENDOR
Has the blood of a thousand Germans
on it.
FAIRBANKS
Does it now? What about the blood
of a undercover policeman? Did you
strike one of my officers with this?
Arthur hesitates, his eyes cast down.
DEFENDOR
(small)
...No.
Clearly lying. Then, the Defendor persona re-emerges.
DEFENDOR (CONT'D)
When you break the law, you're a
punk. When you break the law with a
badge... then you're a punk with a
badge. I don't strike officers.
Punks? Different story. Three
strikes, you're out.
Fairbanks is taken aback by Defendor's intensity and baseball

segue.
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FAIRBANKS
You're obviously a man of great
integrity.
DEFENDOR
You too.
FAIRBANKS
Great men should know each other by
name.
(offering his hand)
Roger Fairbanks.
DEFENDOR
Arthur Poppington.
They shake. Men of integrity.
22 INT. 8TH PRECINCT/OBSERVATION ROOM -- MOMENTS LATER 22
The Captain re-enters the observation room where Constable

Mike has been watching.
CONSTABLE MIKE
Nice work. Very Columbo.
FAIRBANKS
Run Arthur Poppington through the
system, see what comes up.
(thinking)
Confiscate the club. Give 'im back
the marbles and the rest. Then send
him on his way.
The weary Captain ejects the VHS tape, confiscating it

personally, then lets himself out, back to the paperwork.
23 INT. 8TH PRECINCT/INTERROGATION ROOM -- LATER 23
The Constable returns with helmet, VCR-pack, and fanny-packs.
CONSTABLE MIKE
Here's your marbles. Stay out of
trouble.
DEFENDOR
Trouble has a way of following me.
(then, noticing)
What about my Trench Club?
CONSTABLE MIKE
Forget it. You run along now, get
some sleep... take your medication....
Defendor.
He exits into the hall, shaking his head - the jobs gets
weirder every day. Defendor gears up.
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He looks to the observation room, moves to the door connecting

the two rooms and tries it - locked.
Defendor peaks through the old keyhole. Then quickly rummages

in his fanny-pack. He pulls out the Bazooka gum, unwraps
it, pops it his mouth and reads the little cartoon strip.
Frowning, he tosses it.... Not that funny.
Taking the chewed gum from his mouth he sticks it in the

keyhole, then rummages for the firecrackers and the lighter.
He sticks two firecrackers in the gum and lights them, backs
up a few steps and intently watches the wicks burn to their
base. As they BLOW(!) - he fakes a COUGH! An ineffectual
cover but no one comes... so it must have worked.
Defendor tries the handle again, adding a shove with his

shoulder and voila... the door opens.
24 INT. 8TH PRECINCT/OBSERVATION ROOM -- CONTINUOUS 24
Defendor enters. His grandfather's Trench Club abandoned on

the table.
25 INT. 8TH PRECINCT/HALL -- MOMENTS LATER 25
Defendor walks toward the exit, holstering his club.
DEFENDOR
There are at least eight ways to
break out of this dump.... I'm taking
the front door.
He rounds the corner and disappears from FRAME.
26 EXT. STREET/CONSTRUCTION ZONE -- DAY 26
Arthur, in vest and hardhat, stands flatfooted in the street

holding a 'stop/slow' sign. Behind him a section is coned
off and a crew are marking and jack hammering the road.
He wears a pair of old radio-headphones, a chunky, awkward

accessory, barely a footnote in the history of portable music
players.
Arthur's eyelids flutter. He's falling asleep on the job,

dead tired.
27 EXT. PAUL CARTER'S HOUSE -- AFTERNOON (4 YEARS AGO) 27
PAUL CARTER(35), blue collar, ruggedly handsome, washes his

'01 Ford F150 pick-up in the driveway.
Over Carter's shoulder his kid, JACK(5), dribbles a soccer

ball, big on enthusiasm, short on dexterity.
Arthur lopes along, delivering fliers door to door, newspaper

bag slung across his chest. He approaches Carter's house.
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CARTER
Hey, do me a favour, skip it.
He waves Arthur off with his thumb and returns to his soapy
bucket.
Arthur, dejected, turns for the next house when the soccer
ball rolls past him. Jack giving chase.
The ball rolls into the street. A car barrels down. Arthur's
eyes widen, he breaks for the kid. Carter turns and reacts,
too late to help.
Arthur scoops Jack up and holds out his hand to stop the
oncoming car. SQUEALING TIRES! BLASTING HORN! It screeches
to a halt, bumper inches from Arthur's knees.
Arthur looks surprised to be alive. Jack WAILS. Carter

runs over, grabbing his kid, carrying him to safety on the
boulevard.
CARTER (CONT'D)
(to driver)
Slow down you fucking maniac!
(to Jack)
Jack Carter! Never do that again!
You can't do that, okay.
He holds his son close and they both cry.
Arthur watches them, dumb with shock. Unsure of what to do,

he takes another flier and makes for the next house.
CARTER (CONT'D)
Hey!
(Arthur turns)
...What's your name?
Another long HONK. Somewhere a car is blasting its horn.
CARTER (O.S.) (CONT'D)

Arthur! ...Arthur!
Present day. Back to Arthur sleeping on the job. The car

Arthur is holding up HONKS again - Arthur jerks awake as
Carter, Public Works Division foreman, storms over.
CARTER
You sleeping?
ARTHUR
No, I wasn't.
CARTER
What I say about these headphones?!
ARTHUR
You said I could wear them.
CARTER
One ear! I said you could wear 'em
over one ear. How many ears was
that?
ARTHUR
(small)
Two.
CARTER
Look at this line-up, Arthur! Fuck *
it, I'm taking you home. You're no *
good to me like this. *
The snake of cars pass as the rest of Carter's reprimand

plays out from a distance as an angry pantomime - Carter
exits FRAME, Arthur stays sheepishly put. Carter returns,
tears another strip off, and exits again. This time Arthur
follows, fully chastised.
29 INT. CARTER'S PICK-UP TRUCK -- DAY 29
Carter and Arthur pull over to the curb, downtown, the mean
streets of Hammertown.
CARTER
How's the rooming house working out,
you settling in, making friends?
ARTHUR
Yup. It's good.
He's lying and it's perfectly obvious. Carter lets it go,

reaching for an unmarked box in the back seat.
CARTER
'Nuther one these packages showed up
for you at the house.
Arthur lights up, quietly excited. Then.
CARTER (CONT'D)
What is it, a blow-up doll?
(Arthur, blank)
Blow-up dolls, you know. Mail order.
Unmarked packaging. Weird shit.
ARTHUR
What are you talking about?
CARTER
You a virgin, Arthur? You never
been with a hooker?
GOLDENROD 12/12/08 16A
Arthur shakes his head emphatically, no.

GOLDENROD 12/12/08 16B
CARTER (CONT'D)
Alright. Look, the thing is I'm
here for you. You know, if you wanna
talk. That's what guys do, Arthur...
they talk about things... like sports,
or sex... or whatever.
Then. Simply --
ARTHUR
Thanks for the ride, Paul.
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Arthur reaches for the handle and Carter can't help but smile.
It's hard to make headway in this friendship.
30 EXT. BOARDING HOUSE/SKID ROW -- CONTINUOUS 30
Carter takes off. Arthur, clutching his box, tucks just

inside the entrance and spies on his friend driving away.
Once the coast is clear he continues away from his supposed
rooming house.
31 EXT. SKID ROW STREETS -- DAY 31
Arthur walks the streets - an exposé of drunks, prostitutes,

and petty criminals - loitering in front of dilapidated store
fronts, cheap hotels, empty lots and boarded up buildings.
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He passes a SINGING BEGGAR - is it Italian or Spanish? Either

way it's oddly beautiful amidst the gloom.
Arthur continues past half-juiced neon, pawn shops, strip

joints, skid row missionaries and a Money Mart. SIRENS wax
and wane. Graffiti everywhere. Addicts tacking left and
right in broad daylight. A dying city.
Arthur carries on through all of it, unnoticed, head down.
Turning a corner, down a side street, past more addicts

brazenly smoking crack in the open. Somewhere in the distance
a CAR ALARM goes off. Arthur turns down an embankment and
through a hole in the fence.
31A EXT. DEFENDOR'S LAIR -- MOMENTS LATER -- DAY 31A
Finally... he arrives at a seldom used Public Works depot.

Yard littered with rusty debris and vehicles in disrepair.
He crosses the lot and makes for the large double doors.
32 INT. DEFENDOR'S LAIR -- LATER -- DAY 32
Arthur's bed is surrounded by comic books in fallen piles on

a worn area rug, an old tv on a trolly, a VHS video library
in disarray. A TINNY BARITONE comes from Arthur's abandoned
radio-headphones next to the bed on a milk-crate nightstand.
RADIO HOST (V.O.)

Seriously, on the drive home, I go
through these neighbourhoods. I see
girls out there, can't be more than
sixteen years old. -- Think I'm
joking? I'm not. Is this Thailand?
Arthur sleeps quietly, tangled in a blanket. Drool on the

pillow.

-- Because if we're gonna stand for
this... hell, lets advertise!
Arthur snorts awake and orients himself.

-- "Come on down to the Hammer...
have sex with our children!" -- Least
that way we bring in the tourists.
Let's go to the phones.
He untangles himself from the blanket.
33 -- MOMENTS LATER 33
Arthur, wearing the radio-headphones, takes a piss in the

toilet partitioned from the big room by a doorless stall.
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The piss THUNDERS into the basin, reverberating off the walls
of 19th century brick and mortar.
CALL-IN WOMAN (V.O.)

You should be ashamed of yourself.
To suggest exploiting those poor
girls, it's disgusting.
RADIO HOST (V.O.)

Lady, lady! It's called, "sarcasm."
Sarcasm, ever heard of it? ...Hello?
There's a small bank of lockers against the back wall. Work

benches and the clutter of road works paraphernalia - traffic
horses, cones, 'men at work' signs, and several boxes of
flares marked 'DANGER - flammable.'

-- Hello? Alright, she hung up.
Next caller. You're on the air.
34 -- LATER 34
ANGLE ON a fish tank with a heat lamp. Inside is a big 'ol

wasp nest, still attached to a piece of branch. A lazy wasp
flies about, another meanders the glass enclosure.
Arthur pulls out his Defendor uniform from a locker.
COLLEGE CALLER (V.O.)

Last night you had that reporter on --
RADIO HOST (V.O.)

Crime reporter, Dominique Ball.
Beautiful woman.
Arthur notices a trail of duct tape attached to the cuff of

a sleeve, pulls it off but now it's stuck to his hand.

Yeah, that whole colour chart Crime
Alert thing...?
RADIO HOST (V.O.)

What about it?
Arthur tries to shake it away but now it's stuck to his leg.

It's totally stupid.
35 -- LATER 35
In costume, Defendor stands before a janitor's sink and

carefully applies his raccoon mask in the fading mirror.
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OLD MAN CALLER (V.O.)

-- You keep talking about all the
problems with the drugs and the guns.
RADIO HOST (V.O.)

Yeah. Your point, sir?
OLD MAN CALLER (V.O.)

If ya, ya stop talking about it --
Defendor mugs in the mirror, pleased with his transformation.
RADIO HOST (V.O.)

Then what? The problem goes away?
36 EXT. DEFENDOR'S LAIR -- NIGHT 36
HOLD ON the door with the 'Authorized Personnel Only' sign.

Below that, written crudely in jiffy pen, 'Defend Door.'
Defendor emerges, no headphones, ready for action, HUMMING

his own personal action tune.
He crosses the parking yard. Two old vehicles: a pick-up

truck, 'Public Works Division' on the door and four flat
tires, hasn't moved in years.
Defendor makes for the other vehicle, an old Mac truck with
the 'Hi Ranger' cherry picker. He passes its hood ornament -
the Mac Bulldog alert and ready and written beneath in crude
jiffy pen, 'Defendog.'
37 INT. DEFENDOG -- CONTINUOUS 37
Defendor climbs into the cab and fires it up. CLOSE ON the
broken key in the ignition.
38 EXT. ALLEY -- NIGHT 38
Defendor parks Defendog and kills the lights. He exits the

cab and lopes down the alley. Passing a haggard PROSTITUTE
in a dark doorway, smoking crack.
DEFENDOR
Hi there.
She flips him the bird.
DEFENDOR (CONT'D)
Sure. Okay.
Defendor raises his chin and bravely marches on.
DEFENDOR (CONT'D)
(under his breath)
Thankless job... but somebody's got
to do it.
White, 11/11/08 21
39 EXT. ALLEY/CLUBHOUSE -- NIGHT 39
RONNIE(25), caucasian graffiti artist, quickly sizes up a

blank wall, shaking a can of spray paint. He begins, fast
and swooping, an obvious talent.
BIKER CLIFF(40's) chases a bandaged Dooney into the alley.
BIKER CLIFF
Say it again, Dooney, I'm daring ya!
DOONEY
Your momma's a --
BIKER BOB(30's) and another BIKER chase as Cliff catches

Dooney by the collar and cocks back --
DOONEY (CONT'D)
(laughing)
A lovely, lovely, classy broad!
C'mon, laugh a little, I'm just
messin' with you, Cliff.
They see Ronnie and freeze. Deer in the headlights.
DOONEY (CONT'D)
Hey. What the fuck are you doing to
our wall?
Ronnie bolts, Bob catches him by the scruff.
DOONEY (CONT'D)
Oh dear. Somebody call the police.
DEFENDOR (O.S.)
Why don't you pick on someone your
own size?
Dooney and the gang turn to see Defendor, fists clenched.
DOONEY
(to gang)
Boys, this is the retard I was telling
you about.
(then, surprised)
Didn't they? I thought they got you --
DEFENDOR
Why don't you let the kid go.
DOONEY
(bemused)
Who is writing your dialogue??
Spiderman?
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DEFENDOR
(bristling)
I write it myself.
DOONEY
Really? You need one of them ghost
writers. Someone with talent.
DEFENDOR
No. You need a ghost writer. Cause
that's what you're gonna be after I
pulverize you.
A few chuckles from the gang until Defendor holds a small

glass jar above his head. They flinch soberly and step back.
DOONEY
Wha-what is that?
DEFENDOR
A jar.
DOONEY
Yeah? What's that supposed to do?
CLOSE ON five angry wasps inside the jar.
DEFENDOR
Very little. Except contain a
swarm... of angry bees!
And Defendor throws the jar down, smashing the wasps at

Dooney's feet! Dooney, swatting at the air in a panic --
DOONEY
Get him! Get the fucking retard!
Defendor turns and starts running. The Bikers break out of

their trance, giving chase. Ronnie splits in the opposite
direction as Dooney dances the jitter-bug, trying not to get
stung by five really pissed off wasps.
40 EXT. ALLEY -- CONTINUOUS 40
The haggard Prostitute clip-clops down the alley passing Kat

who takes up her old position. Kat prepares her crack pipe
when she sees Defendor rounding the corner at the far end of
the alley, running at full tilt. She tucks back.
Defendor, barking orders into an imaginary wrist band.
DEFENDOR
Dog! I'm coming! Lights on!
The Bikers twenty yards behind him in hot pursuit.

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DEFENDOR (CONT'D)
Dog! I said lights on!
He whips past Kat in her hideout.
DEFENDOR (CONT'D)
Lights! Lights!
Defendor runs up to the truck --
DEFENDOR (CONT'D)
I said lights, Dog!
He pounds the hood and surprisingly the lights actually come

on. Defendor turns and stands between the headlights, drawing
his club as the gang runs up and slows, shielding their eyes.
Defendor's silhouette speaks.
DEFENDOR (CONT'D)
Who's first?
They look amongst themselves unsure whether to laugh, fight

or flee.
DEFENDOR (CONT'D)
Okay then... why don't I go first?
Defendor cocks back and sprays them with marbles and the
fight's on. Yelps of pain, punches, and wild swings of
Defendor's club. The gang get a good thrashing but eventually
overcome Defendor, knocking him to the ground.
Kat winces as she watches.
He's lost the advantage, receiving a barrage of boots.
They circle Defendor and kick relentlessly....
FADE OUT:
41 INT. ARTHUR'S BEDROOM -- NIGHT (25 YEARS AGO) 41
KID ARTHUR lies awake on his bed, 70's ROCK MUSIC filters
through his door. The door opens and he clenches his eyes
shut, pretending to be asleep.
FAY(25), Arthur's mother, beautiful but blasted, cigarette

and bottle of beer, wobbles to his bedside.
BOYFREIND (O.S.)
Fay, we gotta go!
FAY
Give me a second, I want to say
goodbye.
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She sits on Arthur's bed.
FAY (CONT'D)
Hey, Arthur. Wake up.
FADE OUT:
Defendor lies in a pool of his own blood. Unconscious, badly

cut and bruised. Kat gently shaking him.
KAT
Hey... hey. You gotta get up. C'mon.
FADE OUT:
Young Arthur rises.
FAY
I gotta go away for awhile, make
some cash.
KID ARTHUR
When are you coming back?
FAY
Soon, little man. Couple months.
Grandpa's gonna take care of you.
Arthur hugs her tight.
FADE OUT:
44 EXT. ALLEY -- MOMENTS LATER 44
Kat is doing her best to get Defendor into the cab of his
truck but he can barely support himself.
KAT
I can't do this all by myself. Come
on, you can do it.
Defendor groans as Kat props him up with her small frame.
FADE OUT:
Fay, tears in her eyes, pries his little arms off her.
FAY
You're a big boy now.
(pointing)
Look out there, what do you see?
White, 11/11/08 25
Arthur twists, looking out the window. A crescent moon.
KID ARTHUR
The moon.
FAY
Wherever I am, look at that moon.
We can always see the same moon.
...Just keep looking at the moon,
little man, that's where I'll be.
Arthur stares as if his life depends on it. Fay rises and

silently leaves the room. Arthur turns back and she's gone.
46 INT. DEFENDOG -- NIGHT 46
Defendor starts awake. Quickly, catching his breath --
DEFENDOR
Mummy.
Kat climbs into the cab's passenger seat next to him.
KAT
You say something?
He looks at her through badly swollen eyes, totally confused.
DEFENDOR
Mummy?
KAT
Sure. Whatever you're into. But
I'm not running a charity here. You
need money.
Defendor closes his eyes, feeling the pain.
KAT (CONT'D)
Hey, you want me to be your momma?
Eyes front, let's kick it.
47 EXT. DEFENDOR'S LAIR -- LATER 47
Defendor drives Defendog into the depot yard, headlights

beaming the Defend Door.
KAT
What is this place?
DEFENDOR
...Secret... base.
He kills the lights and painfully steps out of the cab. Kat
hesitates and then follows.
48 INT. DEFENDOR'S LAIR -- CONTINUOUS 48
Defendor enters, making for the janitor's sink. Kat steps

in behind him, looking around, skeptical and wary.
KAT
You live here?
He spits blood into the sink, everything hurts. Then rummages

in his fanny pack for the plastic lime juice, removing the
cap with shaky fingers. He brings it to his lips and squirts
back a dose, puckering and quaking from the tart pick-up.
KAT (CONT'D)
Cool, why don't you slip into
something more comfortable. I'm
gonna bling.
She moves to his "living room" chair.
Kat prepares her pipe.
KAT
You know, you really messed with my
situation the other day.
Arthurs emerges from the shadows in track pants and slippers.

Kat takes off her wig and scratches her freed scalp
ARTHUR *
...Messed with your? ...Who are
you?
KAT *
Angel. *
ARTHUR *
Angel? *
KAT *
"Make like a rocket and take off,"
remember? That was me, Wordsworth.
You fucked everything up that night.
She smokes back a lung full of crack, feeling good instantly.
ARTHUR (O.S.)
What are you doing?
Arthur stares through badly swollen and blackened eyes.

Dark bruises all over his torso.
KAT
Holy shit, dude. They got you good,
huh?
ARTHUR
What is that?
KAT
This? This's a little bling-bling.
Wanna try? It's like medicine.
Arthur looks at the drugs, at Kat's smiling eyes, her less

agitated persona.
KAT (CONT'D)
It'll make you feel really, really
good. Here.
Kat starts preparing another hit.
KAT (CONT'D)
...All that pain will just disappear.
Arthur thinks. Then.
ARTHUR
That stuff is bad.
KAT
Your momma tell you that?
ARTHUR
She died. Her name was Fay. *
KAT
Oh, shit. Sorry, dude.
(he stares)
Whatever, I'll put it away.
She wraps it up and pulls her hair back in a ponytail,

repinning a strand of hair with a bobby pin.
KAT (CONT'D)
I got another way to make you feel
good. You ready?
ARTHUR
Ready? For what?
KAT
(coy)
What does the wind do?
ARTHUR
What does the wind do? Is this a
test?
KAT
Just a little one
ARTHUR
Uh...? What does the wind do? What
does the wind do... uhhh?
She watches him, realizing he's not so bright.

PINK 11/19/08 28
ARTHUR (CONT'D)
It, it swooshes everything around.
...Right?
KAT
...Yeah. Right. It swooshes
everything around.
ARTHUR
You have to go?
KAT
Meal Ticket's a little pissy right
now. When he calms down, I'm gone.
Couple of days, alright?
Arthur is disappointed and confused.
50 -- LATER 50
Arthur SNORES, sleeping off the beating.
Kat sits amidst the comics, buzzing and wide awake. She
reaches for a framed picture on Arthur's night stand - Fay
drinking a beer and smoking a cigarette, smiling with happy,
dopey eyes, snuggling close to her baby boy.
Kat sets it down next to another framed picture - CLOSE ON

eight year old Arthur next to an old man, one arm around
Arthur's shoulder, the other arm missing, his sleeve pinned.
Kat picks a comic from a pile and pulls it from its plastic
sheath. She flips through, reading here and there.
CLOSE ON the comic's rich and bold colours. Frames of a

muscle bound super hero, 'STRONTIUM 90', a speech balloon
above his head, "Why don't you pick on someone your own size."
Kat tosses the comic and double takes. She reaches for it
again and takes in the cover, 'STONTIUM 90 and The Hellbound
Gang.' First issue.
KAT
(whispered)
Number one. Shit, that's got to be
worth something.
Kat returns the comic to its plastic sheath and puts it in

her purse - meeting Fay's smiling eyes in the picture.
KAT (CONT'D)
...You're dead, lady. What do you
care?
PINK 11/19/08 29
Carter is pulling Arthur aside. Arthur wears cheap sunglasses

that do little to conceal massive bruising.
ARTHUR
I tripped.
CARTER
You tripped?!
ARTHUR
Down some steps.
CARTER
Bullshit. Who were these guys?
What'd they look like?
Arthur very carefully draws descending stairs in the air

with his forefinger.
CARTER (CONT'D)
Arthur, don't fucking lie to me.
Got all your teeth?
Arthur shows his teeth, missing one from the bottom row.
CARTER (CONT'D)
Jesus Christ. How're the ribs?
ARTHUR
Hurts to breath.
CARTER
That's it, you're coming with me.
Similar pantomime - Carter exits frame, returns with more

words and a pointed finger, exits again, and Arthur follows.
52 INT. HOSPITAL WAITING AREA -- AFTERNOON 52
Arthur sits, Carter paces as they wait for the doctor.
CARTER
How many guys?
ARTHUR
Ten or twelve.
CARTER
Jesus, Arthur. Did you provoke them?
Arthur looks away, ignoring the question.
CARTER (CONT'D)
You know what provoke means, right?
White, 11/11/08 30
ARTHUR
Yes.
CARTER
Okay. Cause you lost a tooth, pal.
You gotta do some provoking to lose
a tooth.
ARTHUR
I was trying to save someone.
Before Carter can react, his wife (and high school sweetheart)
WENDY(30's) and Jack arrive with a tupperware dinner and
lotsa questions.
WENDY
How is he? How are you, Arthur?
Jack, 9 years old now, gives Arthur a hug as Wendy pecks

Carter with a kiss.
WENDY (CONT'D)
Gosh, look at that shiner. We brought
dinner. Are you hungry?
The tupperware comes out from an earthware bag.
JACK
Meatloaf.
ARTHUR
Meatloaf. I love meatloaf.
WENDY
Who did this, Paul?
CARTER
I don't know, he says ten or twelve
guys. Trying to save someone.
The DOCTOR comes beckoning.
DOCTOR
Arthur Poppington?
Arthur rises, gingerly chewing, unsure what to do with dinner.
WENDY
Go on, take it, he won't mind.
Arthur exits spooning more meatloaf. The family settles

into a bank of seats.
WENDY (CONT'D)
What does this teach us, Jack?
PINK 11/19/08 31
JACK
Next time have a gun.
CARTER
Hey! Don't be a wise-ass.
JACK
But mom --
WENDY
Fighting never solves anything.
JACK
Dad -- ?
CARTER
I don't know, sometimes a good knock
in the teeth --
WENDY
(shooting daggers)
Paul.
Jack finally gets his question in.
JACK
But, mom? Is it okay to fight if
you're trying to save someone?
A question that stumps both of them.
53 INT. DEFENDOR'S LAIR -- EVENING 53
Arthur enters with hospital grade bandages across his brow,

his chin, and the bridge of his nose. Kat is high, and very
much at home, watching his VHS Defendor adventures from the
bed, using Arthur's unmarked box as a table to paint her
nails and rest her ashtray.
KAT
Oh, there you are. Captain Marbles.
Not happy to see her, Arthur reclaims his box from under
her.
KAT (CONT'D)
Whatever, dude.
Arthur protectively puts the box atop of the lockers. Kat

side-watches, taking note. Then he reacts to the locker
that used to contain his uniform.
ARTHUR
Where is my uniform?!
White, 11/11/08 32
KAT
Oh, fuck, dude, that whole corner
stank something fierce. Turns out
it was your stinky tights so I bagged
that shit and took it to the
Laundromat. Here.
Arthur rushes to her, reclaiming his uniform forcefully.
ARTHUR
Leave my stuff alone!
KAT
Sorry! Sorry, I washed the stink
bomb out of your costume! I didn't
realize it was your secret weapon.
Next time I'll be more careful.
ARTHUR
(seething)
Where's the 'D'?
KAT
It was gooey and gross, I peeled it
off --
She extracts a new roll of duct tape from her bag.
KAT (CONT'D)
I was gonna cut you another one before
you spazzed on me.
54 INT./EXT. CHEVELLE/KRISTIC'S MANSION -- EVENING 54
Dooney drives up the arcing driveway, parking in front of a

Victorian mansion set amidst giant trees. OLGA(16), Russian
accent, plastered in make-up, sits blindfolded in his
passenger seat. She flinches in fear as Dooney removes her
blindfold.
DOONEY
I'll wait for you here.
OLGA
What do I do?
DOONEY
Whatever he wants. He's the nice
man that paid for you to come here,
let's go.
OLGA
(regretful, in Russian)
They said I was going to clean houses.
White, 11/11/08 33
DOONEY
C'mon, be a good girl, and it'll be
over before you know it.
(off her look)
Ah, don't cry. Here, you want to
try this? It'll give you courage.
Dooney lays out crack on the dash board. Olga looks at it

and decides against it. She pops the door and gets out.
DOONEY (CONT'D)
No? Suit yourself.
Dooney prepares the pipe as Olga leaves on teetering heels.
55 INT. DEFENDOR'S LAIR -- EVENING 55
Arthur is carefully re-applying his insignia, concentrating

hard on completing the rounded curvature of the 'D'. Kat
watches, preparing her pipe for a hit.
KAT
What's it stand for?
ARTHUR
...Defendor.
KAT
Defender?
ARTHUR
DefendOR!
KAT
Okay, just asking. DefendOR. How
do you spell that?
ARTHUR
I know how to spell it!
KAT
Relax, guy.
ARTHUR
...I can't relax. Not while there
are people out there that need me.
KAT
Who needs you?
ARTHUR
Who needs you?
KAT
I asked you first.
Arthur relates to this truth. Kat sucks back the smoke.

BLUE 11/13/08 34
ARTHUR
I'm looking for someone.
KAT
(exhaling)
Yeah? Who?
ARTHUR
...Captain Industry.
KAT
Who's that?
ARTHUR
Evil mastermind. He smuggles drugs.
KAT
Shit, really? Probably know him
then. Randovan. He's a real fucker.
ARTHUR
Randovan? I don't think so. That's
not Captain Industry.
KAT
No? Okay, then. 'Cause this guy's
pretty evil.
Growing more interested.
ARTHUR
You think he's Captain Industry?
Kat hesitates. Then plays him like a piano.
KAT
Do I think he's Captain Industry?
Do I think Randovan Kristic is Captain
Industry? I think he is. For sure.
ARTHUR
Randovan Kris-tic?
KAT
(nodding)
...Evil mastermind. He's killed,
like, a bunch of people.
ARTHUR
You know him?
KAT
Been to his house. He's a sicko.
Likes little girls. Bringing in
girls from Moldova now. Sex slaves.
Drugs, guns, he's into all that shit.
PINK 11/19/08 35
ARTHUR
Show me.
KAT
Dude, he's Serbian militia. He's
totally big time.
ARTHUR
Totally big time? Really?
KAT
Uh-huh. He's got these two big-ass
dudes around him all the time. You'd
never get within a mile of him.
ARTHUR
I can handle two big ass dudes.
KAT
Like last time? When I peeled you
off the pavement?
Arthur, seized with growing curiosity.
ARTHUR
Do those guys work for Captain
Industry?
KAT
Well, if your industry guy is Randovan
Kristic then yeah, cause everyone
works for him. He's in with the
Bikers now.
ARTHUR
How come you know all this?
KAT
...I was his favourite girl, for
like five seconds.
Arthur peels off his shirt and reaches for his new Defendor
jersey. Kat winces at the sight of his bruises.
KAT (CONT'D)
What are you doing?
ARTHUR
I'm going to get him.
KAT
Forget it. I'm not helping you.
ARTHUR
Listen, young lady --
GOLDENROD 12/12/08 36*
KAT
Don't young lady me. I ain't telling
you shit. Why would I? You're a
joke.
Then, rooted in the depths of his soul, Arthur bellows.
ARTHUR
I'm not a joke!
Kat steps back. Wrong button. Arthur fumes.
ARTHUR (CONT'D)
Captain Industry.... Where does he
live?
KAT
(cautious)
Yeah, well... that kind of information
doesn't just grow on trees.
She rubs her thumb and forefingers together. Arthur's not

getting it...
KAT (CONT'D)
Money. *
DR. PARK (O.S.) *

Did anything ever happen between *
you?
55A INT. DR. PARK'S OFFICE (PRESENT) -- DAY 55A*
Back in Dr. Park's office. Arthur answers truthfully. *
ARTHUR *
Lots of things. *
DR. PARK *
Anything sexual, Arthur? *
Arthur blushes and smiles nervously. *
ARTHUR *
No. *
DR. PARK *
But this information. This cost you *
forty dollars a day? *
ARTHUR *
She knew lots of stuff. Important *
information. Is that too expensive?
Dr. Park shrugs and jots down some notes on her pad. *
GOLDENROD 12/12/08 36A*
ARTHUR (CONT'D) *
Because on the Rockford Files it *
always cost Rockford for information.
(more writing) *
Did I get that wrong? *
DR. PARK *
No. There's no right and wrong here. *
ARTHUR *
...If there are no right and wrongs *
here how come I have to stay?
Dr. Park, touched, momentarily at a loss for words. *
DR. PARK *
Where would you rather be? *
ARTHUR *
Out there. Fighting crime. *
(beat) *
Then after I'd get some potato chips. *
She smiles, she can't help herself. *

56 INT. DEFENDOR'S LAIR -- NIGHT 56
Arthur SNORES on his bed. Kat creeps in quietly, high as a

kite. Checking Arthur first, she dances toward the box above
the lockers, finds a thingy to stand on and pulls it down.
She looks over, convinced he's still asleep, then she unwraps
the package. REVEAL the 'Deluxe Secret Agent Spy Kit.'
KAT
(sotto, to herself)
What the fuck is this?
ARTHUR (O.S.)
Angel?
Inexplicably, he's right behind her.
KAT
Oh my god! You scared the shit out
of me!
ARTHUR
What are you doing?
KAT
(hostile)
What?! What is wrong with you?! My
name's not even Angel. Here. You
can have your stupid comic back too.
Yeah, first issue, you figure it's
worth something. Well, you're wrong.
She grabs it from her purse and throws it at his feet.
KAT (CONT'D)
Some geek offered me four bucks for
it. Apparently Strontium 90 and the *
Hellbound Gang sucks balls. *
Arthur bends and picks up his comic.
ARTHUR
You shouldn't take other people's
stuff.
KAT
Really? Thanks for the tip. Am I
supposed to suck your cock now?
Arthur blushes, looking at his toes.
ARTHUR
No. That would be...
(by rote)
Sexually. Inappropriate.
He puts the Spy Kit box back atop the lockers.
ARTHUR (CONT'D)
You're tired. You should get some
rest. You'll feel better tomorrow.
PINK 11/19/08 37A
And Arthur returns to his bed. Kat watches him in amazement.

Kat slips into Arthur's bed, pulling the blanket over her.
They lie there back to back, blanket sharing. Then.
ARTHUR
What's your real name?
KAT
Kat. ...Katerina.
(sigh)
Katerina Debrofkowitz.
ARTHUR
Why do you lie?
KAT
I'm good at it.
ARTHUR
What else are you good at?
KAT
I get guys off pretty good.
ARTHUR
What else?
This is striking a cord with her, she digs deeper.
KAT
I... I used to get A's in English.
ARTHUR
English? You're a writer?
KAT
Mrs. Shaw thought I was pretty good.
But that was, like, four years ago.
ARTHUR
You should be a writer then. Like *
Lois Lane.
KAT
Yeah, Lois Lane, that's me.
ARTHUR
Did you lie about that other stuff?
About being Captain Industry's
girlfriend? About knowing where he
lives?
KAT
Sorta'.
Arthur clenches his eyes, frustrated. Then....

KAT (CONT'D)
Three thousand, two hundred, and
twenty-seven mississippis. From the
clubhouse it's a right, and another
right, which points us north pretty
much all the way.
Arthur's listening, interested.
KAT (CONT'D)
There's a drop in the road that makes
my stomach jump. I start counting
from there. Two thousand-eighty
'till it starts smelling like shit.
I'm thinking it's the stables cause
I hear airplanes. After that it's
all up hill, like a mountain, another *
eleven hundred or so.... But it's
only ten mississipis from the last
sharp turn. And then the house is
big, like stupid big.
Arthur twists round to her, not fully understanding.
KAT (CONT'D)
I was blindfolded.
(beat)
I tried it with steamboats once but
all the numbers got screwed.
(hand waving)
He lives way out there. Somewhere. *
Arthur thinks, then turns his back on her again.
KAT (CONT'D)
What's your name?
A long moment passes.
ARTHUR
Arthur.
KAT
...Nice to meet you Arthur.
ARTHUR
Nice to meet you too.
58 OMITTED 58 *
58A INT. 8TH PRECINCT/CAPTAIN'S OFFICE -- DAY 58A*
Fairbanks on the phone, behind the desk, in his glass office.
FAIRBANKS
-- My man is deep inside, wire taps *
before the judge as speak. -- *
Appreciate the support, Chief, but *
the team's gotta be small, close- *
knit. Can't risk others in the *
department knowing about this -- *
He hesitates, suddenly chilled.

FAIRBANKS POV - Dooney outside his door, making a rare *

appearance at the office, pushing a PERP in handcuffs to sit
down.
FAIRBANKS (CONT'D) *
Shoot. Let me call you back, Chief. *
DOONEY
(to perp) *
Sit down and shut your fucking face.
He hangs up as Dooney wraps at his door. *
DOONEY (CONT'D)
Heya, Captain.
FAIRBANKS
(re bandages)
Golly, look at you. You alright?
DOONEY
Oh this, yeah. Looks bad but you
know, same old, same old. Listen,
there's a rumour out there about a
sting op on the Bikers. You hear
anything like that?
FAIRBANKS
No. Where'd you hear this?
DOONEY
Ah, you know. People talk. Didn't
think much of it, but I thought I'd
ask. Cause that's my turf, right.
Oh, and I got some smokin' hot intel
on a shipment of guns.
FAIRBANKS
When?
DOONEY
(shrugs)
Three, four months.
FAIRBANKS
File a report.
DOONEY
A what?
FAIRBANKS
Remember those?
DOONEY
Remember? Read 'em all the time. *
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Two cool poker players, searching each other for clues.
DOONEY (CONT'D)
Anyway, I'm gonna process this
shithead, then cut out early. My
weekend with the girls.
FAIRBANKS
Sure, that's important. Take it
easy out there.
Edge to Dooney. Fairbanks fears he's been compromised.
59 INT. DEFENDOR'S LAIR (FLASHBACK...) -- DAY 59
Kat reads instructions over the brim of her 'Spy Shades'

from the Spy Kit box. They sit on Arthur's bed figuring out
their new toys as Arthur gets tangled up in the wires of a
scopic listening device. All cheap plastic.
Kat and Arthur appear easier with each other, a friendship

forming. Arthur's bruises fading and bandages nearly gone.
60 EXT. HIGHWAY -- NIGHT 60
Defendog drives down an on ramp, merging with the highway.
Kat is blindfolded. Arthur drives, hands at ten and two.
KAT
We're headin' north, right?
ARTHUR
Right.
(checking speedometer)
Going... sixty-five miles an hour.
KAT
Fuckin' A. Keep her steady.
62 INT. DEFENDOR'S LAIR -- DAY 62
Arthur, reaches into the fish tank with the wasp nest. From
a safe distance Kat worries.
KAT
Arthur, they're gonna sting you!
ARTHUR
It's okay. They're sleepy.
KAT
Yeah, sleepy means pissed off!
(to herself)
Oh god, I can't watch this.
But she does. Through the cracks of her fingers. And

Arthur, with his jar, encourages a wasp to get in there.
63 INT./EXT. DEFENDOG/HIGHWAY -- NIGHT 63
Cruising along, faster traffic on the left, slower on the

right. The axle bounces as they cross a dip in the road --
KAT
There! The dip! You feel that?!
ARTHUR
Start counting!
KAT
Oh, crap. Okay. One mississippi,
two mississippi --
Defendog continues northbound.
64 INT. DEFENDOR'S LAIR -- DAY 64 *
Arthur dumps a grocery bag of goods onto the counter - *

comics,including the latest issue of Blowback, three plastic *
lime juicers, a couple bags of marbles, several bottles of *
aftershave, a battery for his VCR, duct tape, VHS tapes, and *
two cans of ravioli. *
65 OMITTED 65 *
AND AND
66 66
66A INT. DEFENDOR'S LAIR -- NIGHT 66A*
Kat and Arthur dance, twirling and shaking their booties.

Just for shits and giggles.
67 INT./EXT. DEFENDOG/RACE TRACK -- NIGHT 67
Defendog follows an arcing road adjacent to the stables.
KAT
Thousand sixty. Thousand sixty-one --
Smell it?! Smells like shit, right?!
ARTHUR
It's working, keep going.
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Dressed in uniform (no helmet, no face paint) Defendor has

set up a target practice: on the left a 'workman-scooping-
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mound- of-dirt' sign. Center, a 'gravel shoulder' sign.

And to the right, his own stop/slow sign upright in a traffic
cone.
Defendor has a marble stretched back in the sling shot. He

stands poised. And cues himself to action --
One marble - slingshot toward scooping man - PONG!
Two marble - slingshot toward gravel shoulder sign - PONG!
Three marble - slingshot toward stop/slow sign... no pong.
Defendor frowns.
Kat, still blindfolded, concentrating hard.
KAT
Okay, is there a soft right coming
up?
ARTHUR
A soft one? I think so.
KAT
Take it. ...Wait, wait, wait!
(beat)
Yeah, soft right.
Arthur turns the wheel.
Again, the marbles. One marble - PONG! Two marble - PONG!

Three - PONG! Stop/slow sign reacts by spinning around.
Defendor nods, satisfied. Not only is he fast... he's good.
71 INT./EXT. DEFENDOG/TWO LANE HIGHWAY -- NIGHT 71
Now Arthur and Kat are traveling down a lonely, deserted

highway surrounded by fields of corn.
KAT
Slow down, slow down.
Defendog slows to a stop in the middle of the road.
KAT
Is. There. A left?
Arthur looks, still somewhat confident.

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ARTHUR
...Yes.
KAT
Take it.
He does, turning Defendog onto a dirt road.
73 EXT. DEFENDOG/DIRT ROAD -- MOMENTS LATER 73
Defendog drives along a lonely dirt road.
KAT (V.O.)
-- Nine mississippi.
(finally)
Ten mississippi.
They come a stop. Surrounded by darkness.
KAT (V.O.) (CONT'D)

Fuck it. I'm gonna bling.
She pops her door and runs to the back of Defendog.
CUT TO:
She hauls back on her pipe, wiping tears from her eyes.
CUT TO:
High and happy now. She stares into the night sky marveling
at the billions of stars. Only in the country.
Arthur calls out from the drivers seat.
ARTHUR
Kat? Are you ready to go now?
Beat. What a strange man.
KAT
I love it here, Arthur!
ARTHUR
(beat, again)
Are you ready to go?
Exposed under the stars her hesitation is transparent. But

she relents and starts back for the cab.
76 OMITTED 76
GREEN 12/05/08 46
Driving home, Kat breaks the silence.
KAT
Dooney.
(looking to Arthur)
You want to know where Captain
Industry lives? Ask Dooney. Remember
him?
(Arthur thinks hard)
Well, you better, cause he's going
to remember you.
ARTHUR
Where is he?
KAT
Spends most of his time at the
clubhouse. Especially since the
wife grew some grapes and kicked him
to the curb.
ARTHUR
...Grapes?
KAT
Don't worry, Arthur. It's in the
'hood. I'll show you.
78 OMITTED 78
Defendor in the shadows, sling shot and marble locked and

loaded.
Dooney makes for his Chevelle, reaching for the door -

PITTACK! - recoiling his hand.
DOONEY
Ow!
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He looks around, what was that? Nothing there. Defendor's

shadow on the move. Dooney tries again.
Defendor pops up from a new vantage and fires another marble -

THWICK! Hitting Dooney in the neck.
DOONEY (CONT'D)
Ow, fuck! Who's there?!
Nothing. Dooney starts again.
Defendor, on the ground, leans out and shoots again - THWICK! --

the marble hurls wide and high - PONG! Ricocheting off a no
parking sign behind him. Dooney spins, drawing his weapon.
Nothing except for the ricocheted marble that bounces to his

feet. Now he's spooked. But sees him too late before
Defendor's heavy fist lands in his face. BLACKOUT.
80 INT. DEFENDOR'S LAIR -- LATER 80
Dooney comes to, a cut on the bridge of his nose, handcuffed,

sitting in the hole of several piled tires. He spots
Defendor's fixed eyes, watching him from the shadows.
DOONEY
Oh shit.
DEFENDOR
We meet again.
DOONEY
Here we go, "we meet again." Listen,
I think I can help you.
DEFENDOR
I'm listening.
DOONEY
You're listening. Good. You've got
a beef with me, fine. You know what
else you got?
(raging)
A fucking death wish!
The words echo off the walls. Defendor reaches for his lime
juice, set aside on a box next to the nutcrackers.
DOONEY (CONT'D)
What are you doing?
DEFENDOR
Where's Captain Industry?
DOONEY
Fuck me, not this again --
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Defendor simply squirts lime juice on the bridge of his nose.

Dooney SCREAMS in pain! It's in his eyes too. Then.
DOONEY (CONT'D)
Is that? That's lime juice.
He starts to giggle.
DOONEY (CONT'D)
I'll talk, I'll talk.
(laughing aloud)
Please, god, no more lime juice.
Defendor squirts again - instantly sobering.
DOONEY (CONT'D)
Ahhhh! Shit! Shit! I don't know
who you're talking about! Listen,
this Captain Industry. He doesn't
exist. You're sick alright, you
need help, there's no Captain
Industry. There's no captain anybody.
DEFENDOR
The man you work for.
DOONEY
I work for the fine citizens of this
city.
Defendor exchanges the lime juice for the nutcracker. And

curls Dooney's finger between it's ridged teeth.
DEFENDOR
Somewhere near the airplanes.
Somewhere near the smell of poo. I
want an address.
DOONEY
(defiant)
Hey retard, look at me.
(Defendor does)
You're a dead man.
Without blinking, Defendor squeezes --
Kat watches anxiously deep in the shadows, smoking a

cigarette.
DOONEY (O.S.) (CONT'D)

-- Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!
She stamps it out with satisfaction.

81 OMITTED 81 *
82 EXT. KRISTIC MANSION -- MOMENTS LATER 82 *
No visible signs of security. Defendor's silhouette dashes

across the lawn taking cover below a large window.
He unravels his scopic listening device and snaps the

headphones over his ears.
Inside, through the window: KRISTIC(50's), heavyset, Serbian

accent, and WAYNE(30'S), ex-miltary, a mercenary henchman.
Make out Olga and another girl too as the men discuss very
important business....
KRISTIC (ON/O.S.)
What do you guys want?
WAYNE (ON/O.S.)
How 'bout a cheese pizza, Boss.
KRISTIC
Cheese?! No, no, anchovies?
83 INT. DEFENDOR'S LAIR -- LATER 83
Kat watches the Defendor-cam playback on the old tv. The

image is nearly abstract and the sound quality is very bad
but we make out the Serbian accent:
TV PLAYBACK
...No pepperroni? Why only cheese?
KAT
Wow, Arthur. You really got something
here.
Defendor stands before her, shirt peeled off, wiping his

mask off with a face cloth, smearing it, his appearance more
ghoulish than heroic. But he's jacked.
GREEN 12/05/08 50
ARTHUR
I saw him, Kat. Captain Industry.
He's really fat.
Kat, flooded with memory, watching the playback.
KAT
Yeah, that's him.... C'mon, let's
clean you up.
Kat tenderly wipes his face clean. It's intimate but it

doesn't cross the line. Then.
ARTHUR
Why do you smoke bling? You're a
nice person.
Kat, struck again by Arthur's gentle concern.
KAT
...I don't know how nice I am.
ARTHUR
You're nice to me.
She hesitates, self loathing.
KAT
...You're paying me, remember?
ARTHUR
No. You don't have to be nice.
KAT
Don't put all this shit on me, D.
I'm not who you think I am.
ARTHUR
Who are you then?
KAT
...I'm just a girl who's trying to
make some fucking money. Money helps
you forget.
ARTHUR
Forget what?
KAT
(gently)
Quit it with the questions, 'kay.
ARTHUR
Why do you smoke that stuff?
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KAT
Why do you dress up like a super
hero?
Arthur thinks hard about the question.
ARTHUR
...Because super heroes aren't stupid.
They're not afraid. ...Because when
I'm Defendor I'm not Arthur anymore.
I'm a million times better than
Arthur.
KAT
Well, Arthur... when I smoke that
stuff I'm not afraid, I'm not stupid,
I'm not me either. It's the same.
ARTHUR
But you should want to be you. You're
really pretty. You should stop
smoking that stuff.
(buoyed)
I'll help you.
KAT
I don't need anybody's help.
ARTHUR
Everyone needs help. Even super
heroes.
85 EXT. COURTHOUSE STEPS -- MORNING 85
Crime reporter DOMINIQUE BALL(30's), fussy and dead charming

with tortoise shell glasses, fumbling with keys, jacket, and
briefcase, when she notices Dooney handcuffed to a railing.
DOMINIQUE BALL
...Excuse me? Are you alright?
She moves to him, now seeing his mangled, bruised face.
DOONEY
Me? Oh, sure. Just. Waiting on
some bolt cutters. One of the
custodians... he's on it.
DOMINIQUE BALL
Who did this to you?
DOONEY
Crime in this city, I tell you, it's --
DOMINIQUE BALL
Sir, I can help --
DOONEY
Ms. Ball, isn't it? I read your
column. Even heard you on the radio
the other day. That colour chart
thing. Nice. If there is one
syllable about this in your paper,
I'll break your fucking legs.
DOMINIQUE BALL
I -- You're threatening me?
DOONEY
Pretty much, yeah.
He smiles, awkward with a fat lip. In the background a

custodian approaches quickly with bolt cutters.
85A EXT. STREET/CONSTRUCTION ZONE -- DAY 85A*
Carter patrols the worksite on his cell phone with Wendy. *
CARTER *
No, he didn't come in today. What's *
that, two weeks? I'm sure he's fine. *
Did you call the rooming house? *
Well, call them again, Wendy. Fuck. *
He's doing his best not to worry. *
86 EXT. ROOFTOPS/CLUBHOUSE DISTRICT -- NIGHT 86
Defendor runs across the rooftops, a large brilliant half-

moon as his backdrop.
RADIO HOST (V.O.)

-- Last week a teenage kid gets caught
with a gun in his locker. You think
I'm joking? I'm not. Fifteen years
old.
Defendor slips on the gravel roof stones, face first. He

brushes off and continues.
87 EXT. CLUBHOUSE ROOF -- NIGHT 87
Defendor creeps up to an old rooftop door and carefully pries

it open. He knows where he's going, it's not his first rodeo.
ANGLE ON the tiny window on his VCR-pack, wheel-teeth turning.
RADIO HOST (V.O.)

-- Where'd he get it? How?! What
was he going to do with it? ...Turns
out he's running crack!?
Defendor slips inside.

87A EXT. CLUBHOUSE -- NIGHT 87A
A RANGE ROVER SUV with black tinted windows drives up,

lurching to a stop rear of a PLUMBER'S VAN.
RADIO HOST (V.O.)

-- And surprise... the kid's in
cahoots with a nefarious biker gang.
Please, somebody. Anybody...
Kristic, Wayne, and another mercenary-for-hire type, BLAKE

(40), all pop their doors and head inside.
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The henchmen struggling to keep step with Kristic's stride.
88 INT. CLUBHOUSE -- CONTINUOUS 88
A YOUNG WOMAN sits on Dooney's lap (more bandages, three

splinted fingers, bandage across his nose).
RADIO HOST (V.O.)

-- if you think you have a good idea
how to stop this... anarchy... call
me. I want to hear from you.
Cliff and Bob also sit around the table, drinking, smoking,
and cavorting in this defunct chinese restaurant, long ago
overrun. But the old indentured CHINESE MAN shrinking in
the corner hints at the hangout's happier past.
88A INT. CLUBHOUSE -- CONTINUOUS 88A
Defendor rounds a corner and tiptoes down the stairs --

freezing! -- as Kristic and Co. unexpectedly march past the
mouth at the bottom of the stairwell. Phew, he's not spotted.
Defendor reacts, fumbling with his scopic listening device

and donning the headphones, not enough arms.
88B INT. CLUBHOUSE -- CONTINUOUS 88B
Kristic and his mercenaries stride in like they own the joint.
Kristic snaps his fingers.
KRISTIC
(pointedly to Blake)
Whores to the back.
Blake rounds up the girl on Dooney's lap and others in the

shadows. Wayne watches the exits. Cliff whispers to
Dooney...
BIKER CLIFF
Why he have to call 'em whores all
the time?
DOONEY
(low)
Cause... that's what they are.
Cliff grunts, not entirely at ease.
89 OMITTED 89
AND AND
90 90
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91 INT. CLUBHOUSE/KITCHEN/BACK ROOM -- CONTINUOUS 91
Blake herds the startled young women and the chinese man
through the kitchen into the back room, following them in
and closing the door. This is serious.
More men gather around the table, one of them shakes hands
with Kristic, clearly the LEADER. Everyone taking seats.
KRISTIC
The cargo has left Odessa. It arrives
here in three weeks. The guns. And
the girls. Sometimes. Some of these
girls do not survive. It's very
sad.
(smiles)
The guns? No problems, always happy.
A conciliatory laugh all round.
KRISTIC (CONT'D)
East and west, north, south,
everything will be ours. Easy. But
first, we dump the girls.
(to Leader)
This is most important.
Defendor has relocated, finding a vantage from the far end

of the dining room, taking cover behind a scrim. But the
sightlines are poor.
LEADER (O.S.)
Leave it to us.
The response comes out of Defendor's view. He cranes to see

who spoke, putting a hand on the scrim to support himself
but scrim tips and timbers to the floor - CRASH. The whole
gang turn to Defendor, fully exposed, a wide-eyed possum.
KRISTIC
(beat, then)
Go! Go! Go!
Everyone gets up in a hurry, drawing weapons. Wayne leads

the charge.
92A INT. CLUBHOUSE KITCHEN -- CONTINUOUS 92A
Defendor's outta there, running for the back door, through

the kitchen, toppling pots and pans in his wake. Wayne not
far behind.
Wheeling left and right, Defendor makes for a window -- lowers

himself onto another rooftop and bolts at full tilt off the
ledge -- gone, clutched by gravity.
92B INT. CLUBHOUSE STAIRCASE -- CONTINUOUS 92B
The hydra splits. Wayne, Blake, Bob, and others pour down *
the staircase and spill into the street.
92C OMITTED 92C *

THRU THRU
95 95
96 EXT. ALLEY/CLUBHOUSE -- CONTINUOUS 96
Cliff and Dooney bust out the back door. Bikers runnng every- *
which-way.
DOONEY
You go that way, I'll go this way.
Cliff continues the chase as Dooney supports himself on the

dumpster to catch his breath. AERIAL/WIDE - Dooney and
Defendor in the dumpster, this time full of garbage, mere *
feet apart. Dooney resumes and runs off.
97 INT. CLUBHOUSE -- LATER 97
The men have regathered, consulting and arguing. Dooney's

the last to arrive, full of bluster.
DOONEY
That fucking retard's unbelievable!
KRISTIC
Ya? The one that did this to you?
DOONEY
Yes! He's too stupid to know better.
KRISTIC
You are a man, yes? All of you.
You are men? And yet this... this
stupid fly buzzes around, tra-la-la?
(then)
Please. Kill the fly.
Kristic holds their attention, looking at each of them with

a cold intensity. He turns and leaves, henchmen following.
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As Defendor enters Kat jumps off the bed.
KAT
Where the hell were you?! I was
worried sick!
Defendor makes his way to the sink, Kat runs up behind him.
KAT (CONT'D)
Ewe, gross. You stink again, Arthur.
ARTHUR
Sorry.... I need more tapes. Can
you get me more tapes?
(then)
Captain Industry was there. And
Dooney and everyone.
KAT
Shit, really? Dooney and Captain
Industry? The big guy, right?
Arthur nods, washing off his raccoon mask.
ARTHUR
I need more VHS tapes, Kat
KAT
Alright, I heard you the first time.
I'm going, see? Hey, you have any
money?
Arthur looks at her in the mirror, then pulls out his bank
card from a tiny pocket inside his tights.
ARTHUR
One, two --
KAT
Three, four. Yeah, I know. Thanks.
She hurries for the exit and busts out the door.
99 EXT. DEFENDOR'S LAIR -- DAY 99
Stopping short of bumping into Carter, rifling through his

key ring. They both freeze.
CARTER
Who the fuck are you?
KAT
Fuck off.
GREEN 12/05/08 57
Kat bolts past him and runs out of the lot. Carter watches
her, completely perplexed.
He pushes through the open door. Arthur emerges from the

shadows, bare chested, still in his tights and toweling his
face off.
CARTER
Arthur?!
ARTHUR
...Paul? What are you doing here?
CARTER
What am I -- ? What the fuck are
you doing here?! And what about
that girl?!
(Arthur, blank)
The girl. That little floozy.
(again, blank)
The one that just left!
ARTHUR
A girl just left here?
CARTER
Alright. Nevermind her. Are you
living here, Arthur?!
ARTHUR
I don't -- I don't have anywhere
else.
CARTER
What happened to the rooming house?
ARTHUR
...I had a fight.
CARTER
Again. Jesus Christ.
ARTHUR
I know, that's why I didn't say.
CARTER
It's just when you, you make these
decisions without telling me. You
could'a lived at my house. Least
until we found something decent.
ARTHUR
But. I don't want to live at your
house.
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CARTER
Well, you can't, you can't just take
up in a workshop --
GREEN 12/05/08 58
He stops himself, it looks reasonably tidy, clothes hanging

on a clothes line, bed made. VHS library stacked. Pylons
and traffic horses neatly organized.
CARTER (CONT'D)
Okay, fine. No one can find out
about this. I mean I get in serious
fucking shit if someone finds out.
And the hooker. Fucking hell, Arthur.
ARTHUR
You have a potty mouth, Paul.
CARTER
I swear to fucking god, I'm so close
to --
ARTHUR
She's not a hooker! She's a friend,
geeze.
Carter calms down.
CARTER
Okay... well... you're an adult,
right. You make your own decisions.
(then)
Got some more mail for you in the
truck. Might be a check there from
the government. I can deposit it if
you want.
ARTHUR
I'll take it.
CARTER
When are you coming back to work?
ARTHUR
Soon.
CARTER
You taking your meds?
ARTHUR
Yeah.
Carter nods. Conceding for now. Then he grabs his cel phone.
CARTER
Take this, Arthur, I want you to
have it. I'll get me a new one.
Arthur lights up.

PINK 11/19/08 59
CARTER (CONT'D)
That's the home number right there.
Just press this button and, easy
peasy, I'm on your doorstep.
Something comes up, if anything
happens here, you call me. And don't
worry 'bout the bills, I got a, a
family package thing.
Arthur wraps his big arms around him. Carter, bashful now.
CARTER (CONT'D)
Hey, easy guy.
101 INT. DR. PARK'S OFFICE (PRESENT) -- DAY 101
Dr. Park writing everything Arthur's telling her down on her

pad. She turns a sheet.
DR. PARK
He sounds like a good friend. Why
do you think that is?
ARTHUR
...I don't know.
DR. PARK
I have a theory.
ARTHUR
Theory of gravity. The apple fell
and bumped him on the head.
DR. PARK
That's right, but this is a different
theory. It's the theory of why
everyone is so fond of you.
Arthur blushes again.
ARTHUR
...No, I always get teased.
Especially after Henry died.
DR. PARK
That must have been painful. Children
can be very cruel sometimes.
ARTHUR
Children!? Pffft. Adults are the
worst.
DR. PARK
(laughs)
You're probably right but do you
want to hear my theory?
(MORE)
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DR. PARK (CONT'D)

I think for a large portion of your
life you've been misunderstood and
now, in this stage, more people
understand you. People like Paul.
ARTHUR
And Kat.
DR. PARK
Sure. Maybe Kat as well. Because
you're honest, Arthur.
ARTHUR
I lie sometimes.
DR. PARK
Yes. But mostly you're kind and you
care for people. You're a good
person.
Arthur looks at the ceiling, embarrassed, trying not to smile.
ARTHUR
Uhhh?
DR. PARK
Which is why I don't understand.
Why did you assault Mr. Debrofkowitz?
Back to this. The smile fades. Arthur shrugs.
ARTHUR
(small)
...I was really mad.
102 EXT. 8TH PRECINCT/CAPTAIN'S OFFICE (FLASHBACK...) -- NIGHT 102
Defendor slips into Fairbank's office completely unnoticed.
DEFENDOR
Commissioner.
Fairbanks jumps out of skin.
FAIRBANKS
Have mercy, how did you get in here?!
DEFENDOR
There'll be time for questions later.
I need your help.
FAIRBANKS
...Arthur Poppington.
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DEFENDOR
(Arthur voice)
Use my other name, 'kay. It's better
that way. Call me Defendor. I have
tapes.
He passes the tapes, one at a time, excited as a schoolboy --
DEFENDOR (CONT'D)
This one, they ordered pizza. This
night they ordered fried chicken.
And this one is Chinese food.
Fairbanks is growing increasingly annoyed. But there's more.
DEFENDOR (CONT'D)
This one is from the clubhouse but
they just swear a lot. Then I
recorded this one --
He holds up the prize.
103 INT. 8TH PRECINCT/INTERROGATION ROOM -- MOMENTS LATER 103
Fairbanks and Defendor watch the playback. Again, there's

no volume. Fairbanks, skeptical, about to comment, but
Defendor preempts him, reaching for the volume.
It aint Dolby 5.0 but we can hear it. Detrimentally the

footage is impossibly dark, the images barely visible and
the angles, of course, are skewed.
KRISTIC
(on playback)
"East and west, north, south,
everything will be ours. Easy. But
first, we dump the girls. This is
most important."
Definitely has Fairbanks's attention now. Defendor leans

forward, pointing, deciphering the images.
DEFENDOR
There. That one's Sergeant Dooney.
Fairbanks, dismissive, quickly punches stop.
FAIRBANKS
Look, this could be anybody.
Defendor appears hurt.
FAIRBANKS (CONT'D)
And you can't just go around taping
people. It needs to be corroborated.
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DEFENDOR
Col-lob...?
FAIRBANKS
Corroborated, confirmed, verified!
Proved! You have to prove it! Maybe
if you'd gotten a better angle.
DEFENDOR
A better angle?
Defendor is despondent. Fairbanks, again, personally

confiscates the VHS, ejecting and pulling it from the machine.
FAIRBANKS
Son, you're meddling in police
business now. You're going to have
to follow me. You like finger
painting -- ?
Fairbanks turns to him but Defendor is gone, the door left

ajar. He looks both ways down the hall but he's nowhere.
Then down at the VHS in his hand, deeply troubled.
104 INT. MALL -- DAY 104
Arthur and Kat ride down an escalator in this brightly lit

and sadly vacant mall. Only a couple of businesses thrive,
enough to bring in lunching office types and loitering teens.
KAT
"Colloborated?" Are you sure he
said colloborated?
ARTHUR
That's what he said. "It needs to
be colloberated." A better angle.
KAT
I don't like it, Arthur.
ARTHUR
We have to get more tapes.
KAT
Yeah, yeah, there's a place up here,
security's lax.
Kat freezes, like she's seen a ghost. Arthur notices he's

left her behind.
ARTHUR
Kat? ...What wrong?
KAT
(barely audible)
Store. He opened a new store.
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ARTHUR
Huh?
Arthur follows her gaze to... Debrofkowitz's Dry Cleaning.

MR. DEBROFKOWITZ(50), short and balding, behind the counter,
inspecting a suit.
ARTHUR (CONT'D)
Who is it?
KAT
...My father.
ARTHUR
You have a father?
KAT
Everyone has a father, Arthur.
ARTHUR
I don't.
KAT
Yes, you do! You just never met
him, okay!
ARTHUR
Okay.
But in that moment Mr. Debrofkowitz looks up and sees his

daughter. He pales... and then goes about his business.
Kat walks back the way she came. Arthur looks back and forth
between them and then follows.
ARTHUR (CONT'D)
What about the VHS tapes, Kat?
KAT
Ugh! Okay! I heard you for the
umpteenth-gazillion time!
She weaves between static pedestrians, storming off.
Defendor's dressed for another night of capers, raccoon mask

applied, flipping through a comic, 'Blowback.'
CLOSE ON the richly coloured frames: A Japanese/alien, green

eyed ninja (Mieko Tatsuri) badly beaten up, kneeling before
a dead villain. MASSIVE, her big fat teammate, half his
skin made up of military Kevlar, runs to her aid. The balloon
reads, "Mieko?! You're alive!"
Mieko: "You're not going to get rid of me that easily."

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Massive: "It looks bad, boss."
Mieko: "Pain... is just weakness... leaving the body."
Massive: "The chopper's waiting. Let's get you out of here."
Massive picks her up, cradling her like a baby. Mieko passes
out, the balloon above her head, "Aagh...."
Defendor turns the page as Kat enters, carrying a old box,

straight for the bed, dumping it at his feet
KAT
There you go, champ. Ninety minutes
extend-o-play.
She kneels on the rug and pulls paraphernalia from her purse,
crack and a box cutter to cut it with. Defendor tentatively
reaches into the box, a little confused.
ANGLE ON THE VHS TAPE -- "Spunk Storm VI." And there's more.
Kat has brought home a box of old porn.
KAT (CONT'D)
What? What's with the face? You
know how hard it is to find VHS these
days? Whole box cost me three bucks.
Here. Check it out --
She demonstrates, reaching for the duct tape on the workbench,

tearing little strips and tapping over the tabs.
KAT (CONT'D)
Record right over that shit, you're
good to go.
She tosses him the tape and gets back to preparing her pipe.
DEFENDOR
You said you'd stop.
KAT
Did I? I thought you said that.
Listen, we got to talk about our
little arrangement here.
DEFENDOR
I have a check.
KAT
Cause no money, no honey, right?
DEFENDOR
You spend all my money on drugs.
KAT
Yeah. And?
DEFENDOR
You should spend it on a typewriter.
Like Lois Lane.
KAT
I'm not Lois Lane and you're not
Superman. So go jack off to some
other fantasy.
DEFENDOR
Your father upset you.
KAT
You're pretty smart for a dumb guy,
aren't ya?
A zinger. He stands, hands on his hips.
DEFENDOR
...You don't need the drugs.
KAT
Yes I do.
DEFENDOR
Why?
KAT
Because I'll die, okay. Do you want
me to die?
She starts heating the crack.
DEFENDOR
No.
KAT
Then leave me alone.
It sticks to the end of her pipe, she brings it to her lips -

he smacks it out of her hand, it goes flying and smashes.
She stares, dead and cold. He's startled by his own outburst.
DEFENDOR
I -- I -- I'm helping you.
KAT
Go fuck yourself.
She goes to pick up the broken pipe, trying to salvage the

crack. *
KAT (CONT'D)
Go fuck yourself, hero boy!
Defendor slams Spunk Storm Six into the his VCR-backpack and *
makes for the exit. He doesn't turn back, ashamed and hurt. *
PINK 11/19/08 66
Dooney, Cliff, Bob and Leader round into the alley.
DEFENDOR
(flat, gruff)
Time to be colloborated.
They all stare at him, wide eyed. Bob pulls a switchblade.

Cliff reaches for brass knuckles. Dooney reaches for his
gun, awkward with splinted fingers. Leader stays back.
DEFENDOR (CONT'D)
I should warn you... I'm in a really,
really bad mood.
He turns and runs, disappearing around the bend, the gang

chase but meet a hail of marbles and they round the corner.
Defendor, backed up against the PLUMBER'S VAN, draws his
trench club and braces himself.
Dooney comes at him first. Defendor flinches as he pulls

the trigger - BANG! Amazingly, he misses. Dumb luck.
DEFENDOR (CONT'D)
This is your brain on drugs.
Defendor swings, full clock to the side of Dooney's head.

He goes down. The poor fella' takes a lot of abuse.
Cliff lunges for him but Defendor clubs him on the back swing,
smashing his knees with all his might. Cliff collapses in
agony. Defendor bends, telling him to his face.
DEFENDOR (CONT'D)
Pain is just weakness leaving the
body.
Bob steps forward and stabs Defendor in his lower back.

Defendor barely reacts. They're eye to eye.
DEFENDOR (CONT'D)
Tango or foxtrot?
BIKER BOB
Huh?
He head-butts Bob between the eyes and follows with a series

of blows to his ribs and back. Three down.
A moment as Defendor calmly chases his tail, trying to reach

the knife in his back. He tucks the club under his arm and
yanks the knife out --
DEFENDOR
Ooof.
PINK 11/19/08 66A
Holding the bloody knife, he steps toward Leader who backs

up against the wall.
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When Wayne emerges from the clubhouse. A different kind of

menace. Defendor throws the knife at him, more a stick than
a pointed dagger and Wayne easily swats it away.
They move to each other but Wayne hits him hard with the
heel of his hand - square in the solar plexus - Defendor
falls back, hard on his ass.
Wayne lifts him to his feet by the scruff of his shirt and
deals a series of elbow punches. He cocks back and blasts
him.
Defendor watches it in desperation before Wayne is on him

again, kicking him brutally in the ribs.
Defendor swings with his club but Wayne catches his arm and
breaks it with a twist --
DEFENDOR (CONT'D)
(screaming in pain)
Gahhh!
Finally, Wayne lets up, removing his suit jacket.
WAYNE
(to Leader)
Hold this.
During the reprieve Defendor reaches for his new cell phone
on his utility belt, bringing it before his nose he presses
speed dial with shaky, crippled fingers.
Wayne pulls his Mac Ten from his chest holster, cocking it.
Defendor sees him coming through puffy eyes, badly swollen.
DEFENDOR
...Be a man.
We hear Carter through the cel phone, barely audible.
CARTER (O.S.)
Hello? ...Arthur?
Wayne, surprised he's got any fight left, crouches to him.
WAYNE
What's that?
DEFENDOR
...Guns... are for... cowards.
CARTER (O.S.)
(through cel phone)
Arthur? ...Arthur?! Where are you?!
Wayne passes his Mac Ten to Leader.

PINK 11/19/08 68
WAYNE
This too.
Acting as bellhop, Leader takes the gun as well. Wayne turns

as Defendor painfully rises to his feet.
DEFENDOR
...Give it your best shot....
He holds out the cel phone.
DEFENDOR (CONT'D)
Before my back-up arrives.
Beat. Wayne decides against a prolonged fight, spinning,

grabbing his gun, turning back to Defendor --
DEFENDOR (CONT'D)
Coward.
He spreads bullets across Defendor's chest. Defendor

collapses, losing his grip on the phone.
Wayne rolls Defendor on his side, and ejects the tape from
his VCR-pack. CLOSE ON "Spunk Storm VI." Smirking, Wayne
tosses it back on the Defendor heap and turns to help the
others hobble inside.
ANGLE ON THE CEL PHONE ABANDONED ON THE PAVEMENT.
CARTER (O.S.)
Arthur!? Arthur!!!!
Defendor lies motionless staring into the night sky. The

moon hangs directly above him -- it doubles as his vision
blurs and then everything goes black....
Carter SCREECHES to a stop in front of the Defend Door.

Racing for the entrance, busting through the door --
He stops at the sight of Kat, wearing Arthur's radio-

headphones, dancing to a song in her head.
CARTER
Where's Arthur?!
Kat stops, seeing Carter, high and confused.
CARTER (CONT'D)
Where is he?!
KAT
Oh, is he okay?
PINK 11/19/08 69
CARTER
Listen, girly. I don't know who you
are but if you have any idea where
he is you have to tell me right now.
KAT
He... he was going to make a movie.
CARTER
A movie? Show me.
He grabs Kat by the arm and drags her with him.
109 INT. CARTER'S PICK-UP TRUCK -- NIGHT 109
Carter and Kat race down the alley, fast approaching the
prone figure of Defendor in the headlights. Carter hits the
brakes and they both jump out, running to him.
DR. PARK
Were you scared, Arthur?
ARTHUR
Scared? ...No.
DR. PARK
You could have died.
Arthur thinks about this.
ARTHUR
Sometimes... when I'm really hurt
bad... I just go to a nice place.
DR. PARK
Can you explain that, Arthur?
ARTHUR
In my mind... I go to a nice place...
Like a memory. And I stay there.
Until I feel better.
Again, Arthur keeps ingratiating himself.
DR. PARK
...Where did you go this time?
ARTHUR
Umm? I think. I went to the corner
store with Henry. To the comics.
111 EXT. SKID ROW CORNER STORE (25 YEARS AGO) -- DAY 111
The same corner store, 1982. Brand spanking new sign in the
window, "We Fix VCRs!"
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111A INT. SKID ROW CORNER STORE -- CONTINUOUS 111A
ECU of young Arthur, spinning the comic rack slowly. The

figure of his curmudgeonly grandfather falls in behind him,
HENRY POPPINGTON(82), one sleeve pinned back, his arm missing.
HENRY
You like 'em, do ya?
(pointing)
What's that one say?
KID ARTHUR
'G'... 'I'... 'Jo-ee'.
HENRY
'Joe', dummy. G.I.JOE. C'mon, it's
time you learn to read.
Henry takes the comic from the rack, to young Arthur's

delight.
111B INT. HOSPITAL HALLWAY -- NIGHT 111B
POV of ceiling flourescents, whizzing by.
112 INT. HOSPITAL E.R. (FLASHBACK...) -- NIGHT 112
Doctors and nurses bustle around Arthur. A pair of scissors

cuts through the 'D', cutting up to his chin where he sports
the slightest hint of a Buddha smile, far away in a nice
memory.
113 INT. HOSPITAL HALLWAY -- LATER 113
Carter stands and paces. Kat sits.
CARTER
What were you thinking?!
KAT
I'm his friend, alright.
CARTER
...I doubt it. I really fucking
doubt that.
She wonders herself, bowing her head.
CARTER (CONT'D)
If he survives this. I want you to
stay the hell away from him, you got
it?
The Doctor emerges from the E.R. Kat jumps out of her seat.
GREEN 12/05/08 70A-70B
DOCTOR
He's going to be okay. As crazy as
this sounds... he was shot with, uh,
training bullets, like a small paint
ball.
PINK 11/19/08 71
They brighten.
DOCTOR (CONT'D)
Now, he's got some nasty welts there.
Across the board he's a mess. But
he's going to pull through just fine.
Carter smiles. Kat, more stoic, grateful but ashamed.
114 INT. HOSPITAL/RECOVERY ROOM -- MORNING 114
Arthur is unconscious, arm in a cast, neck in a brace. Kat

sneaks into the room, making her way to the side of his bed.
KAT
Hey there. ...You keep gettin' shit
kicked. You gotta quit that, okay.
What kind of super hero gets beat up
all the time?
Her eyes well but she doesn't cry. Can't cry. Won't cry.
KAT (CONT'D)
You asked me once what I was good
at. I think running away is what I
do best. I'm going to leave you
alone now.
(then)
This whole Captain Industry thing...
it's too big for us, we have to leave
it for the police. There's plenty
of pervs out there, tons of 'em.
You want to get your ya-ya's out, go
after my dad. The guy macks on kids,
Arthur. Well, he macked on me anyway.
(then)
I'm so disgusting, I don't want to
do this anymore. I want to be your
Lois Lane. I swear, I'll quit all
of it but I can't do it without you.
(finally)
So. You gotta get better.
She rises and goes. And Arthur opens his eyes, having heard
everything.
115 INT. HOSPITAL HALLWAY -- CONTINUOUS 115
She slips out the door of ROOM 403, passing Carter, asleep
on a bench. Her heartache is palpable and wrenching.
116 INT. KRISTIC MANSION/DINING ROOM/FOYER -- DAY 116
Wayne, Blake and Kristic - on a cordless phone.

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KRISTIC
-- I understand. I will take care
of things here. You take care of
the rest. ...Ya.
He hangs up.
KRISTIC (CONT'D)
Wayne, give me this gun.
Wayne reacts, handing over his Mac Ten. The wheels of

suspicion turning in his head.
WAYNE
What's up?
KRISTIC
Ya. Give it to me.
Kristic points the gun at Blake and --
117 EXT. KRISTIC MANSION/PLUMBER'S VAN -- DAY 117
TWO DETECTIVES sit inside a fake labelled PLUMBER'S VAN with

headsets on - they react to the sound of semiautomatic MACHINE
GUN FIRE.
Dooney rounds the backside and KNOCKS on the sliding door.
DOONEY
Knock, knock. Police. Anybody in
there?
Confusion from all sides. The Detective nods to his partner

who pops the sliding door. Dooney holds out his badge.
DOONEY (CONT'D)
Hi there, there's been some complaints
from the neighbours.
He brazenly raises a sawed-off shotgun and pumps twice, BOOM,

BOOM! Both men inside go down. Dooney steps over them and
cases the van, stuffing his pockets with audio tapes.
118 INT. KRISTIC MANSION/DINING ROOM/FOYER -- DAY 118
Kristic bends to pick up a shell casing, smoke still rising

from the Mac Ten, while Blake stirs....
KRISTIC
Training cartridge. Police issue,
yes? Of course, for Blake, I am
overjoyed. But also disappointed --
Wayne's cover is blown, he knows it - they both draw on each

other with real guns but Kristic's got the edge.
PINK 11/19/08 73
He FIRES! And Wayne goes down for real.
KRISTIC
...Mostly with myself.
Blake rises gingerly, buckled over. Kristic writes down an

address.
KRISTIC (CONT'D)
Here. The fly's room number.
He hands it to Blake.
KRISTIC (CONT'D)
Finish him.
Kristic returns to Wayne and empties his magazine in a rage --

BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG! Blake watches, frozen with shock.
KRISTIC (CONT'D)
What? I have to do everything?!
Blake goes. Kristic sits and dabs his brow.
119 INT. HOSPITAL HALLWAY -- DAY 119
Blake, dressed as a nurse, walks down the hallway passing

Carter, struggling with a coffee machine. Carter kicks the
machine as Blake turns a corner and slips into room 403....
120 INT. HOSPITAL/RECOVERY ROOM -- CONTINUOUS 120
Arthur's room. Lights off, all quiet. Drawing a gun with a

silencer, Blake pulls back the curtain and points but
something's amiss. He pulls back the sheets to discover
pillows and a mop for hair. Arthur's ridiculous substitute.
121 INT. MALL -- DAY 121
Arthur walks through the mall, hospital bracelet around his

wrist.
Barefoot, arm in a cast, neck-brace, puffy bruised eyes,

lacerations all over and his naked bum exposed between the
flaps of his hospital gown. People make way as if he's
surrounded by an invisible perimeter, no one wants to get
too close.
He rides the escalator, going down. Arthur doesn't notice

or care everyone keeping their distance. He's on a mission.
He arrives at the landing and walks numbly, straight for Mr.

Debrofkowitz, behind the counter of his dry cleaning business.
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Through the door, with no regard for the CUSTOMER, Arthur

yanks Kat's father over the counter and throws him through
the glass wall of his store - glass shatters everywhere,
people SCREAM and scatter. He advances on the terrified Mr.
Debrofkowitz for round two.
Dr. Park, enlightened by new evidence.
ARTHUR
He was a bad man.
DR. PARK
Yes... but....
She's at a loss for words.
ARTHUR
He wanted to be punished. ...His
eyes told me.
123 INT. MALL (FLASHBACK) -- DAY 123
As Arthur advances on him, Mr. Debrofkowitz looks resigned.

He's doesn't resist as Arthur strikes a blow.
ARTHUR
I was helping him.
DR. PARK
By smashing up his business?
ARTHUR
I helped him feel bad so he could
feel bad. About what he did to Kat.
Arthur, his bare feet bleeding, drags a passive Mr.

Debrofkowitz to a garbage can. He pulls off the lid and
sticks him head first into the garbage.
126 INT. DR. PARK'S OFFICE (PRESENT)-- DAY 126
ARTHUR
He knew he was garbage. He wanted
to go in there. I barely did
anything.
Arthur looks on numbly as Mr. Debrofkowitz's legs stick

straight into the air. A UNIFORMED POLICE OFFICER runs up
and tackles Arthur out of FRAME.
DR. PARK
You don't think you've done anything
wrong?
Arthur thinks about it.
ARTHUR
No, I do. Captain Industry should
be behind bars. ...But now I'm here.
DR. PARK
Why is it so important that you
capture Captain Industry, Arthur?
ARTHUR
...He killed my mother.
Startled by this, Dr. Park gently pushes for more.
DR. PARK
How did he kill your mother?
129 INT. HENRY'S SKID ROW APARTMENT (25 YEARS AGO) -- DAY 129*
In the window above the sink, the sign reads "Cheap Cheap. *
Home Repairs. Electronics. Radios, TVs, VCRs! 9 to 5. *
Knock for Appointment." Young Arthur sits at the kitchen *
table helping Henry with a VCR. *
KID ARTHUR
When will I see Mummy again?
HENRY
You won't, how many times do I have
to say it? *
(re VCR) *
Hold that still, before I bash ya. *
Young Arthur holds the VCR down as Henry unscrews the screws *
to the casing. *
KID ARTHUR
Why?
HENRY
Drugs. The drugs did her in.
KID ARTHUR
I hate the drugs. I hate people who
do the drugs. *
HENRY
Hate the pushers, kid. They're the
bad guys. Hold still, kid. *
KID ARTHUR
Who are the pushers?
Henry breaks from the task at hand, pointing the screwdriver *

for emphasis. *
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HENRY
The scum whose freedom I fought for.
Captains of industry.
Arthur furrows his brow, not fully understanding.
Arthur's brow is furrowed, he's lost in the memory.
ARTHUR
Captain Industry gave her drugs and
they killed her. As long as he's
free... other mothers are in danger.
Dr. Park, deeply touched by Arthur's concern.
131 INT. COURTROOM (FLASHBACK...) -- DAY 131
JUDGE WILSON presides over busy pre-trial hearings. Arthur

is brought forward by a COURT OFFICER.
JUDGE WILSON
What's this one?
(reading)
The People versus Arthur Poppington.
Dominique Ball, walks the aisle looking for a seat, all keys,
bag and fuss. Defense Lawyer, JERRY(30's), is hot on her
heals and running late doesn't stop him from flirting.
JERRY
A crime colour chart? It's brilliant.
Can I have an autograph?
DOMINIQUE BALL
Everyone gets their fifteen minutes,
Jerry.
JERRY
"Never be bigger than the story."
Didn't they teach you that in college?
DOMINIQUE BALL
Never went to college. I was a
straight to university girl. If you
want a date, just ask.
JERRY
Can I have a date?
DOMINIQUE BALL
Not if you were the last man on earth.
Jerry winces as he takes his position. Dominique sits.

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JERRY
Your Honour, Mr. Poppington is
refusing representation.
JUDGE WILSON
(nonplussed)
Reason?
JERRY
He won't say, your Honour. ...It's
a secret.
Wilson looks up, that's caught his attention. REVEAL Carter

in another pew, watching the proceedings anxiously.
JUDGE WILSON
(reading report)
Do you intend to represent yourself
Mr. Poppington... of no fixed address?
Arthur, unsure of himself, stands inside the Plexiglas box.
ARTHUR
He deserved it.
JUDGE WILSON
(mild surprise)
That sounds like an admission of
guilt, Counselor.
The prosecuting ATTORNEY stands, about to speak but --.
JERRY
Your Honour, there may be a question
of intellectual capacity here.
JUDGE WILSON
(reading)
You stuck Mr. Debrofkowitz into a
garbage can... head first. Hmm.
Inventive. Do you know why you're
here, Mr. Poppington?
ARTHUR
He wanted to go in there, he wanted
to be in the garbage can.
The courtroom TITTERS. Carter jumps to his feet.
CARTER
Your Honour, I've known this man for
five years, he works for me, he's a
good worker, sir, just he's always
been a bit slow, not quite all there
upstairs.
Arthur bows his head, ashamed. Dominique readies her pen.

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JUDGE WILSON
And sir, what is your name?
CARTER
Paul. Paul Carter.
JUDGE WILSON
"Not quite all there upstairs." Is
this a clinical diagnosis?
CARTER
Uh... no, sir.
JUDGE WILSON
You're not a psychiatrist?
CARTER
No. I'm a foreman for the City's
Public Works Department. Local Eight
Seventy-Three. I'm his friend.
JUDGE WILSON
Imagine if we all had friends like
you.
The courtroom LAUGHS aloud.
CARTER
(desperate)
He thinks he's a super hero!
A HUSH falls over the room. Arthur's eyes pop, he turns to

Carter and shakes his head, no, don't tell.
CARTER (CONT'D)
That's why he's all beat up! He, he
dresses up in tights and calls himself
Defendor.
ARTHUR
(anxious, quietly)
No.
CARTER
With a big "D" on his chest and a
cape.
ARTHUR
No, capes are for flying.
Everyone is startled by Arthur's admission. Hear a pin drop.
ARTHUR (CONT'D)
...I don't fly.
Everyone breaks out in LAUGHTER again. Dominique jots notes.

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JUDGE WILSON
Quiet. Mr. Poppington, you are
remanded until you've undergone a
full psychological evaluation. Do
you understand what that means?
CARTER
(under his breath)
No - he doesn't.
No response. Arthur's unsure.
JUDGE WILSON
I'd like to follow this one,
Councilors, if there are no
objections.
Jerry and the Prosecuting Lawyer nod.
JERRY
I don't have a problem with that.
JUDGE WILSON
It'll be an analeptic for all of us,
I'm sure. Next?
Arthur is taken away, refusing to look at Carter as he passes.
CARTER
Arthur...? I'm sorry.
He feels sick. Dominique Ball, excited by the scoop.
132 EXT. COURTHOUSE -- DAY 132
Dominique chases down Carter.
DOMINIQUE BALL
Mr. Carter? Dominique Ball, I'm
with the Spectator. I was very
touched by your testimony in there,
would you care to add anything, help
me flesh out the story?
CARTER
No, I've already done enough.
DOMINIQUE BALL
Mr. Carter. This could help sway
public opinion in Arthur's favour.
Carter turns back to her. He's listening.
133 INT. 8TH PRECINCT/CAPTAIN'S OFFICE -- DAY 133
CLOSE ON the front page of the Spectator: "Hero or Menace?"

And two identical pictures of Arthur side by side.
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One with black eyes and lacerations and one editorialized

with a black mask, similar to his actual raccoon mask.
Captain Fairbanks reads the newspaper behind his desk.
FAIRBANKS
Damn idiot!
And that's nice compared to what he wants to say.

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He turns the page in disgust and reads on.
134 INT. KRISTIC MANSION/DINING ROOM -- DAY 134
The paper is thrown down on the table. Kristic stares at

the front page. And starts to chuckle.
KRISTIC
A stupid fly. It's crazy.
Carter breaks up his workers, pouring over the spread.
CARTER
Get back to work, you bums. Gimme
that.
He takes the paper and shoos them back to work.
136 EXT. STREET -- DAY 136
The Singing Beggar serenades in the background. A man is

paying for the newspaper at a box, Kat catches it before it
closes. She pulls a paper and reads the front page.
KAT
Oh no. Arthur.
She urgently flips to the story, blanching with dread.
RADIO HOST (O.S.)

The question is, is this guy, this
nut-job, is he good for The Hammer?
137 INT. CHEVELLE -- NIGHT 137
The newspaper rests on Dooney's passenger seat, dog-eared.

He cruises skid row, cigarette hanging from his lips, wind
in his greasy hair, listening to the RADIO:
RADIO HOST
Know what I say? If we're gonna
live in a frontier town maybe it's
time for a desperado who's a little...
out there. Let's go to the phones.
Ronnie, our graffiti artist, sizes up a large blank wall.
RADIO HOST (V.O.)

First caller, you're on the air --
The paper with Arthur's cover sits atop Ronnie's duffel bag
as he begins spraying in large, sweeping, graceful strokes.
White, 11/11/08 81
FIRST CALLER (V.O.)

I love this guy! Finally someone's
stepping up and actually doin'
some'in!
The excited CALLER FADES OUT as we...
FADE TO BLACK
The less grating sound of a CHIRPING BIRD rises.
139 EXT. ALLEY -- DAWN 139
Dawn cracks on the horizon, golden sunlight drenching the

alley. Ronnie steps back, pulling the mask from his mouth,
admiring his work. He nods, approving.
REVEAL the brilliantly coloured mural. A super heroic

Defendor stands abreast his name in stylized graffiti font.
Muscles bulge, the D on his chest glimmers, his raccoon mask
menacing and fearsome. Below in quotations, "Fight Back."
Ronnie retrieves his bag and EXITS FRAME. HOLD ON the mural.
It breaths energy.
140 INT. DR. PARK'S OFFICE (PRESENT) -- EVENING 140
Arthur sits meekly opposite Dr. Park as she writes down some
final notes. Then.
DR. PARK
Alright, Arthur. Is there anything
you'd like to add?
ARTHUR
Add? ...Two plus two --
DR. PARK
Anything else that you think I should
put in my report?
ARTHUR
Ummm. ...No.
DR. PARK
Thank you for being honest and
forthright with me.
ARTHUR
You're welcome.
She stands and opens the door where a uniformed GUARD is

waiting to take Arthur away. Arthur, about to exit when he
stops.
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ARTHUR (CONT'D)
Doctor? ...When I put Kat's dad in
the garbage. Was that wrong?
DR. PARK
There are probably better ways to
deal with people like that.
ARTHUR
So, it was wrong.
DR. PARK
...I'm not sure, Arthur.
Arthur gives a small smile, he wasn't wrong for certain.
141 EXT. STREET -- DAY 141
Broad daylight. Dooney drives up on the sidewalk where a

gaggle of crack heads loiter. He pops the door, strung out.
DOONEY
Against the wall!
He shoves and pushes the kids to line up.
DOONEY (CONT'D)
I said against the wall, fuckhead.
Empty your pockets, everything on
the ground.
They all do as they're told as Dooney patrols the line.

Little bits of foil, cigarettes, pipes. He shakes them down.
DOONEY (CONT'D)
Get the fuck out of here. Run!
They split and run. Dooney kicks through the stuff, picking
up cigarettes and foiled crack, pocketing it for himself.
KAT (O.S.)
Dooney?
He looks up and sees Kat.
DOONEY
Well, well. Where you been?
KAT
Around.... It's been hard, Dooney.
I want to come back.
DOONEY
Come here.
She tentatively steps closer.

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DOONEY (CONT'D)
Why should I take you back, huh?
After what your friend did to me.
KAT
He's not my friend. I never even
met the guy.
DOONEY
Not you're friend? Yeah? Read the
papers, sunshine. Not you're friend
stuffed your daddy in a garbage can.
Kat is silent.
DOONEY (CONT'D)
Where is he?
KAT
I don't know.
Dooney SLAPS her with the back of his hand. She's stoic.
KAT (CONT'D)
...I still don't know.
Dooney studies her.
DOONEY
Sure, hop in. ...Just like old times.
He crosses to the driver's side. She hesitates and opens

the passenger door, entering the viper's nest.
142 INT. COURTHOUSE HALL -- DAY 142
Dr. Park, absorbed in thought, walks toward Wilson's office

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143 INT. JUDGE WILSON'S CHAMBERS -- CONTINUOUS 143
Door open, Ellen settles aginst the door jam as Judge Wilson
finishes a call.
JUDGE WILSON
Thank you, Roger, your concerns are
noted. I'll keep you abreast.
(hanging up)
Ellen. Good timing. That was
Captain Fairbanks, Eighth Division.
DR. PARK
Oh. Arthur spoke highly of him.
She passes her report. Wilson flips through it.
JUDGE WILSON
Can't say the feeling is mutual.
He's just lost three officers in the
line of duty. It's all hush-hush.
(reading)
"FAS, depression, delusional
megalomania, unable to anticipate
consequences, serious lack of common
sense, socially immature..." He sounds
like me.
(then)
I can't put him on the street, Ellen.
They know each other too well. Dr. Park's taken aback.
DR. PARK
What? Judge, Arthur has been
ostracized his entire life. This
persona, this Defendor character, is
a way of escaping that. He can be a
perfectly functioning member of
society, he needs guidance --
(stops herself, then)
Those officers? Did Arthur do it?
JUDGE WILSON
No, but there's an argument for
Obstruction. An eighteen month sting
completely scuttled. The Captain's
whole investigation lost.
Dr. Park is resolute.
DR. PARK
Find a way, Judge. He won't survive
inside. --
144 INT. COURTHOUSE HALLWAY -- DAY 144
Arthur is escorted down the hall by the Guard.

PINK 11/19/08 84A
DR. PARK (O.S.)

Sending Arthur to prison is a death
sentence.
White, 11/11/08 85
Into Judge Wilson's chambers.
145 INT. JUDGE WILSON'S CHAMBERS. -- CONTINUOUS 145
Carter stands. Arthur stops, staring at his Judas, and then

is led to his seat, both of them side by side opposite Wilson.
JUDGE WILSON
Arthur, this judgment has been
accepted by all parties and Mr. Carter
who has very thoughtfully agreed to
be your guarantor and custodian....
From this day forth you are to live
with Mr. Carter and his family.
Arthur, heartbroken, bowing his head.
JUDGE WILSON (CONT'D)

More importantly, you are to cease
and desist all acts of vigilantism.
And are forbidden from donning your
Defendor guise, his likeness or --
The stake in his heart. Arthur leaps to his feat!
ARTHUR
What?! No!
Carter rises to calm him. The Guard readies to subdue him.
CARTER
C'mon, pal.
Arthur throws Carter off, toppling him over his chair, the
Guard moves in and quickly zaps him with a stun gun, like a
board to the floor. Carter and Arthur on the floor together.
JUDGE WILSON
Mr. Carter, I have serious
reservations about this!
CARTER
Give me a second with him!
(to Arthur)
Arthur, listen to me --
ARTHUR
Where do I get one of those shock
machines?
CARTER
It's over Arthur, Defendor's over.
You can't be Defendor anymore.
ARTHUR
But I didn't do anything --
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CARTER
Some guys got hurt, Arthur. Some
people think it's your fault.
Arthur's confused, his feelings overwhelming him.
CARTER (CONT'D)
If you don't come home with me they're
going to put you in prison.
(beat)
Come home with me. ...Come home.
Flat on his back, searching Carter for answers, the tears

start to roll down Arthur's cheeks.
146 EXT. COURTHOUSE STEPS -- DAY 146
Arthur and Carter descend the steps. Dominique chases them.
DOMINIQUE
Mr. Poppington, care to comment on
the judgment?
CARTER
You got your story, leave us alone.
DOMINIQUE
The question was for Mr. Poppington.
You've received a significant amount
of support in our editorial pages,
Arthur, do you have anything to say
to our readers?
ARTHUR
...I'm.... I'm sorry I let you down.
Other reporters and photographers appear and press forward.

Carter ushers Arthur, totally dumbstruck, through the hubbub.
147 EXT. CLUBHOUSE ROOF -- NIGHT 147
Blake patrols the roof, Mac Ten at the ready, not taking any
risks this time.
148 INT. CLUBHOUSE -- NIGHT 148
Another clubhouse meeting, Kristic and all the usual suspects.

Dooney throws the newspaper down on the table.
CLOSE ON the front page, "Super Hero Hangs Up Tights." Under

Arthur's picture in quotations: "I'm sorry I let you down."
DOONEY
I say we take him out.
Kristic stands quietly poised as the others agree.

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149 INT. CLUBHOUSE BACK ROOM -- CONTINUOUS 149
Kat and Olga locked in the back room with SEVERAL OTHER GIRLS.
Kat is picking the lock with a pair of bobby pins.
OLGA
Please. We'll get in trouble.
KAT
Thirty seconds or less, or your next
pizza's free.
'Click.' Got it. She opens the door, peaking through the
narrowest of cracks.
Kristic brings focus to the meeting.
KRISTIC
-- Gentlemen! Let's not have the
big arrow pointing finger at us,
blink, blink, blink. We must be on
the best behavior. Then. After
container comes, we swat the fly and
he is dead. ...One week.
(checking his watch)
Exactly seven days.
Kat, straining to hear.
OLGA
What are you going to do?
KAT
We go to the cops, tell them
everything.
OLGA
(outburst)
No! Please, you can't.
Bob reacts, looking over his shoulder toward the back room.
Kat, all her attention on Olga, desperate to calm her down.
KAT
Shhh! Listen to me. It's not going
to get easier here. Think getting
on your knees for Kristic is hard?
(MORE)
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KAT (CONT'D)
It gets worse on the street. But
there's people who can help us.
But Olga isn't listening, she's petrified, her eyes fixed

over Kat's shoulder. Kat turns and sees Bob in the doorway.
KAT (CONT'D)
Oh shit.
Bob rushes Kat and grabs her by the hair.
CLIFF
What if he talked?
DOONEY
He hasn't. I looked into it.
Bob enters with Kat, shoving her into the room.
BIKER BOB
We got a live one here.
Kristic smiles. The answer to their dilemma.
KRISTIC
And now. We have Katerina. He won't
say a word.
Arthur, radio-headphones, hard hat and vest and his good arm
holding up a stop/slow sign, guiding traffic.
A bad-ass pick-up passes, passenger window sliding down.
BIKER BOB
Heads up, super hero. Little present
for you.
He tosses a paper airplane at Arthur, it bounces off his

chest and falls at his feet. Arthur bends to pick it up.
CLOSE ON a photocopied picture of Kat, duct tape over her

mouth, gun to her head. Written beneath the photo, "Talk
and she dies."
Arthur fixes on the photo then crushes it in a rage.
156 EXT. PAUL CARTER'S BACK YARD/SWING-SET -- DAY 156
Arthur, despondent, alone on a swing set. Jack strides over

and takes the swing next to him.
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JACK
You don't say anything anymore,
Arthur? Is that because you're sad?
(Arthur nods)
Are you sad because you're living
here now?
Arthur thinks about it... and shakes his head, no.
JACK (CONT'D)
Is it because you can't be Defendor
anymore?
(Arthur nods, yes)
Are you never going to speak again?
(Arthur shakes, no)
Well, if you change your mind, you
can talk to me, okay.
Arthur nods. Jack leaves. Arthur pulls the crumpled photo

of Kat from inside his jacket, "Talk and she dies." He slaps
it against his forehead to stop himself from screaming.
157 EXT. PAUL CARTER'S BACK YARD/SWING-SET -- NIGHT 157
Wendy pops her head around the screen door. Arthur, alone,
in a different swing but little else has changed.
Wendy approaches with what looks like a black knit blanket.
WENDY
It's getting cold, Arthur, why don't
you come in and warm up.
No response. Wendy sighs, and offers the blanket which he

gently takes, discovering a big hole in it.
WENDY (CONT'D)
It's a poncho, Arthur. Here, put
your head through...
She helps him, draping the poncho over his shoulders.
WENDY (CONT'D)
Look at you, quite the fashionista.
(then)
Dinner in ten. I'm not asking you,
Arthur, I'm telling you.
And she leaves him to savour ten more minutes of solitude.
158 EXT. PAUL CARTER'S BACK YARD/SWING-SET -- AFTERNOON 158
Different day, different visitor, different swing, same

poncho. Carter thinks before speaking.
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CARTER
Do you remember when you saved Jack's
life? I won't ever forget what you
did that day.
(Arthur looks up)
You were just a regular guy doing
something remarkable. Ordinary people
do extraordinary things everyday.
You don't need a costume.
No response. Carter choosing the right words.
CARTER (CONT'D)
You're always going to be that hero,
Arthur. Just by being yourself.
No response. Now for a dose of tough love.
CARTER (CONT'D)
But if you don't open your gob soon
I'm going to smash your face.
He leaves him with that and heads inside.
159 EXT. PAUL CARTER'S BACK YARD -- DAY 159
Dark clouds on the horizon, wind picking up.
Arthur watches Jack wearing a makeshift cape from a pillow

case, vanquishing imaginary villains with arms akimbo and
powerblasts from his fists.
JACK
Keep it up, José. And I'll kick
your ass. ...What's my name? Well,
I'm glad you asked. I'm Defendor,
greaseball. Defend-OR!
The dark clouds break momentarily, revealing a full moon.

Arthur spots it low on the horizon.
ARTHUR
(quietly, the voice)
No.... I'm Defendor.
Jack powerblasts the invisible greaseball. But when he turns

around Arthur is gone, the swing sways in his absence.
160 INT. CLUBHOUSE BACK ROOM -- NIGHT 160
Kat, mouth duct taped and hands tied behind her back, on the
bed when Dooney walks in. He sits and rips off the tape.
KAT
Ow.
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DOONEY
Couple more days of this and it'll
be back to work, business as usual.
KAT
Oh, joy, I can't wait.
He produces an apple. She turns away from it.
DOONEY
Not hungry? How 'bout your appetite
for this?
He starts preparing a hit of crack. Kat's temptation strong.

She eyes the rock Dooney is heating with his lighter. Then.
KAT
...No thanks.
Dooney looks at her, smiling and surprised.
DOONEY
Well, I'm going to get high... and
then we're going to make love.
KAT
Sure, let's do it. Untie me.
He smokes the rock, sucking back a cloud of smoke.
DOONEY
I think I like it better when you're
tied up like a pig.
KAT
You know, it pays to be nice
sometimes, Dooney. Let me fix my
hair at least, make myself pretty.
DOONEY
A pretty pig? ...Why not?
He unties her. She rolls her shoulders, working out the

ache. She pulls her hair back, reworking a bobby pin,
sticking it between her lips, quickly hiding it in her mouth.
As she teases some strands, Dooney launches for her neck,

aggressively kissing behind her ear.
KAT
Yeah... that's nice.... See? Nothing
wrong with a little romance is there?
(turning to him)
Kiss me.
He does -- and Kat blows the bobby pin down his throat --
his eyes bulge, unable to breath.
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His hands flailing to his throat. Kat deftly yanks his gun
from his ankle holster.
KAT (CONT'D)
Oink, oink, motherfucker.
Aiming at his crotch she unloads a round -- BANG!
161 EXT. ALLEY/CLUBHOUSE/WAREHOUSE DISTRICT -- NIGHT 161
DOONEY (O.S.)
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
She's shoving the gun in her purse as she busts into the
alley, straight into the arms of a massive man - she SCREAMS! -
Defendor! Somehow menacing with only his Trench Club and
new look poncho.
KAT
Arthur!
They hug like lost lovers. THUNDER CRACKS in the distance.

A storm is coming.
DEFENDOR
I -- I was coming to rescue you.
KAT
I shot him, Arthur! I shot Dooney
in the balls!
Defendor thinks about this. Then...
DEFENDOR
Good girl.
They run, hand in hand, toward Defendor's commandeered taxi.
In the background the taxi takes off as Kat busts through

the Defend Door, clearing for Arthur - cradling a bankers
box marked, "Poppington, room 317," stuffed beyond the brim
with his Defendor regalia. He sets it down on a workbench
and begins gearing up in earnest.
KAT
How did you know?
DEFENDOR
Container in three weeks. That's
what he said. Half moon, no moon,
plus one more half moon, then a full
moon. ...Full moon equals three weeks.
He grabs a saw from the workbench and goes to work on his

cast.
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KAT
Jesus! What are you doing?!
DEFENDOR
I'm going to capture Captain Industry.
KAT
They're going to kill you, Arthur!
(he keeps sawing)
Hey, listen to me. They've got guns --
Done. He rips off his cast.
DEFENDOR
Guns don't hurt me.
Kat pulls the gun from her purse and points it at him.
KAT
So, I could just shoot you right now
and what? Nothing happens?
Defendor's taken aback.
KAT (CONT'D)
I lied, Arthur. Randovan Kristic is
not Captain Industry. Not even close.
I just said that cause I figured you
had an ice cubes chance in hell of
doing anything about it. Because I
wanted revenge, just like you. It
was convenient for both of us, that's
all.
He searches Kat for the truth.
DEFENDOR
...No. He's the one.
Fanny-packs fastened, Trench Club holstered.
KAT
There's a million of them! You put
him in jail, another one's ready to
take his place. It never ends.
DEFENDOR
It's time for justice. Time for
Defendor.
Kat, desperate, unable to reason with his persona.
KAT
I just shot that faggot cop, Arthur!
You don't think I can do it?
Showdown. Defendor, softer, steps closer.

DEFENDOR
Bullets don't hurt me. Squeeze the
trigger, I'll show you. They just
bounce off. Go ahead. Squeeze.
Stalemate. She stares up at him. And he down at her. Then

she kisses him for luck. He's dumbstruck.
KAT
I believe you.
She gives him the gun.
KAT (CONT'D)
You have five shots. Five, okay?
Remember that.
DEFENDOR
I don't --
KAT
You have to take it, D! It's the
only way I'm letting you leave here!
THUNDER and rain. Defendog's tail lights drive away as black

exhaust belches from the bowels.
164 INT. 8TH PRECINCT/CAPTAIN'S OFFICE -- NIGHT 164
Defendor enters, holding up the evidence.
DEFENDOR
This is Dooney --
He tosses "Spunk Storm VI" on Fairbank's desk.
DEFENDOR (CONT'D)
-- Colloborated.
FAIRBANKS
What are you doing, son?
DEFENDOR
Right now a shipment of guns and
girls is arriving. Captain Industry
will be there and maybe Sergeant
Dooney but he got shot in the nuts
so... maybe not. I'm going to get
them with or without your help.
FAIRBANKS *
Wait a minute, where's this happening? *
DEFENDOR *
You'll know. *
Fairbanks shakes off the absurdity of it all and focuses. *
FAIRBANKS
You know what I'm going to do?
(MORE)
FAIRBANKS (CONT'D)
I'm going to get you a muffin and a
cup of coffee. Would you like that?
(Defendor nods)
You just hold your horses right there.
Fairbanks rises quickly, leaving Defendor in his office.
FAIRBANKS (CONT'D)
Somebody get me a muffin and a coffee!
Pronto!
Fairbanks pulls Constable Mike aside, taking him for a walk.
FAIRBANKS (CONT'D)
(sotto)
Mike. Grab your partner and meet me
in the parking lot five minutes ago.
We're going to check something out.
CONSTABLE MIKE
Yes, sir.
FAIRBANKS
And Mike. Just between us. You
follow?
CONSTABLE MIKE
Got it.
They split, Fairbanks back to the office but he stops in his

tracks at the door.
FAIRBANKS
Where -- ? Oh, Christ.
He looks around in a panic and exits FRAME. Defendor's gone.
164A EXT. STREET -- NIGHT 164A*
Defendog roars down the street, flares fly out the window, *
bounce on the pavement and fade in the distance. *
CLOSE ON the fish tank, the wasp nest is gone... WRACK FOCUS
to Kat rummaging in her purse for crack, checking all the
little pieces of foil for anything at all.
KAT
C'mon, fuck. C'mon!
Finally, she finds a little rock and fumbles to light it....

She can't do it.
KAT (CONT'D)
(simply)
Oh god. What have I done?
With sheer will she throws the crack away from her, jumps to
her feet and runs out the Defend Door.
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166 EXT. DOCKS -- NIGHT 166
The gang, armed and on the lookout. Kristic, Blake, Cliff,

and Biker Bob loiter on the tarmac as a truck reverses into
place and connects to a container.
Then Defendog, straight out of hell, in the distance from

around a corner, a tiny red flare flying out the window.
167 EXT./INT. DEFENDOG -- CONTINUOUS 167
CLOSE ON the Bulldog hood ornament, vibrating violently,

snout pointed toward the conflict.
Defendor, pedal to the metal, while trying to light another

flare - it ignites! - he chucks it out the window.
The gang braces, raising weapons.
KRISTIC
En garde, gentlemen.
Defendor lights another flare and chucks this one out the
passenger side but it bounces off the door - plop - into the
box of remaining flares.
Defendor's eye bulge - shit! The box ignites, HISSING and

glowing red - the cab is ablaze. Defendor opens his door to
abandon ship.
170 EXT. DOCKS -- CONTINUOUS 170
The gang follows Defendog with guns trained - the cab

billowing smoke and flaring brilliantly as the truck passes --
it slows to a crawl and bumps harmlessly into wooden flats.
Silence. No sign of Defendor. The gang cautiously approach.
CLOSE ON a cabinet compartment in the side of the rig -- a

few wasps BUZZ around the shabby seal. Yup, the whole nest
in there.
The neighbouring compartment pops first -- thousands of

marbles pour out, bouncing on the tarmac and rolling over
the gangs shoes... to very little effect. They look to their
feet, then up to Defendog, raising their weapons --
Defendor, safely on the other side, calmly delivering orders

into his imaginary wrist band.
DEFENDOR
Release Swarm. Swarm, dog. Swarm.
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-- The gang unleash a maelstrom of GUNFIRE -- bullets ricochet

off Defendog and off the compartment hatch -- the hatch opens
and the entire wasp nest attacks!
Panic ensues. Cliff gets stung.
BIKER CLIFF
Yeow, fuck!
(and stung and stung)
Fuck-fuck! Fuuuuck!
Defendor opens another cabinet compartment -- several bottles

of Aftershave, cloth wicks soaking in their snouts. He grabs
one and lights it up....
The gang, swatting at wasps, slipping on marbles, when BOB

spots the Molotov cocktail sailing in from the darkness.
BIKER BOB
Incoming!
The Molotov SMASHES and fire erupts.
Scrambling to clear, Bob slips hard and BONKS his head.
BIKER CLIFF
C'mon, you dumb donkey, learn to
walk!
Cliff tries to help his friend but a dark pool of blood is

forming under his head.
BIKER CLIFF (CONT'D)

C'mon, man!
(stung again)
Yeow! Shit!
Hobbled and lame he retreats in fear.
Blake, with relative composure, clamours over the wooden

flats to get around Defendor's side.
171 EXT. RAIL TRACKS -- NIGHT 171
Kat, running along the ties between the tracks, breaking off
toward the distant glow of flares and fire.
Blake jumps down, sees Defendor, plants a stance, but a wasp

gets in his grill the very moment he fires - BANG! - wide!
Defendor turns, grabs Dooney's gun from his belt and hurls
it like a rock, careening it off Blake's forehead. Blake
goes down.
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Defendor draws his Trench Club and rounds the backside of

the truck -- straight into the raised pistol of Kristic.
KRISTIC
At last... the fly.
DEFENDOR
Guns are for --
BANG! Kristic fires.
Kat, separated by a fence a hundred yards yonder, helpless

as Defendor recoils from the gun shot.
Defendor is shocked but still standing, he launches at Captain

Industry who steps back and SHOOTS again, point blank.
Kat watches, this isn't happening, curling her fingers through

the chain-link.
Kristic, amazed he's still on his feet, albeit unsteadily.
The sound of SIRENS in the background.
173 EXT. STREETS -- NIGHT 173
Two police cars cross the train tracks at full bore, following
the sporadic flares burning roadside.
Cliff runs to the cab of the truck, ferrying the container.
Kristic, satisfied he's going to die, turns for his ride.
DEFENDOR
You -- You killed my mother.
Kristic hesitates, turning back.
DEFENDOR (CONT'D)
Her - her name was Fff - Fff - Ffay.
KRISTIC
Fay? ...This is a Turk name? Well...
God forgives me.
DEFENDOR
L-L-Last name.
Kristic is fascinated by Defendor, by his determination.

The truck finds a gear and starts to move off.
DEFENDOR (CONT'D)
Fff - Fay T - T - Tr --
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KRISTIC
Fay, Fay, Fay. I never knew all the
names. Goodbye fly. Go in peace
now.
DEFENDOR
Tr - Trench Club!
KRISTIC
Trenchclub? What is this name --
Defendor swings hard and strikes a blow. Kristic recoils,

blood gushing from his brow. In a rage he empties his
magazine, BANG, BANG, BANG! and stumbles for his SUV.
Kat runs full tilt toward Defendor.
Behind her the cop cars screach into position, creating a

barricade, blocking the gang and cargo truck's exit.
Kat runs to Defendor, tears stream down her face. Over her
shoulder in the distance we hear Captain Fairbanks through a
magaphone --
FAIRBANKS (O.S.)
This is Captain Fairbanks of the
APD. Lay down your weapons --
But the powder-keg explodes. BOOM! O.K. Corral. A

FIRECRACKER GUN BATTLE erupts.
Popcorn muzzle flashes break out behind her but Kat's immune,
focused on Defendor.
DEFENDOR
Guns, pffft. ...For c - cowards.
KAT
I know. I know they are.
DEFENDOR
Did - did we c - c -capture Captain
Industry?
Kat looks back at the action. A bullet dusts off the tarmac
dangerously close. Unflinching, she nods...
KAT
He's done, baby, we got him.
He manages a faint smile.
DEFENDOR
D - don't do drugs.
KAT
I won't, I promise.
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DEFENDOR
Get a j - job.
KAT
I will, I'll get a real job. Don't
die, Arthur. You can't.
DEFENDOR
T - typewriter.
KAT
And be Lois Lane. I know, baby, I'm
going to try really hard.
DEFENDOR
B - b - believe.
Kat nods, balling her eyes out. Another bullet ricochets

nearby but the fight's almost over, almost quiet.
DEFENDOR (CONT'D)
...Moon.
KAT
What? What are you saying?
DEFENDOR
I'll see you on the... moon.
KAT
Sure, babe. See you on the moon.
All quiet. He gasps his last breath and Kat cries and cries.
FADE OUT:
175 EXT. ALLEY -- DAY 175
A gruff looking BLUE COLLAR WORKER with a wreath - the ribbon

reads "Local 873" - He steps forward with it, out of frame.
RADIO HOST (V.O.)

...In a guerrilla war, the guerrillas
win... if they don't lose. It's an
old axiom.
TWO TEENAGERS GIRLS, one with a jar of marbles, the other

with a lit candle, step forward out of frame.

Finally, a big dummy comes along and
says... "Winning is possible. We
don't have to be afraid --
Our Serenading Beggar, silenced, holding a bedraggled hand-

picked bouquet. He steps forward.
White, 11/11/08 101

-- We have the power to fix this."
And here's the kicker, folks...
A HOOD cracks a 40, pours a homage to the street, takes a

swig himself and steps forward.

-- It took a guy with an IQ of eighty
to teach us that.
REVEAL the Defendor mural. The Hood lays down his 40 of

beer, adding it to a massive outpouring of civic grief:
wreaths, flowers, candles, and various other offerings in an
impromptu public memorial.

Think I'm joking? I'm not.
CLOSE ON a KOREAN GIRL(5), in a pink tutu, sticking a crayon

picture of Defendor, "Thank you," to the mural wall.

If we ever forget this man's sacrifice
...we oughta' be ashamed of ourselves.
The Girl turns and runs to her mother, Dr. Ellen Park, who
scoops her up and holds her on her hip. HOLD on Ellen,
wistfully taking in Defendor's gallant graffiti image.
Matching close-up of Defendor, looking back at her through

his raccoon mask - fierce, menacing, and heroic.
The sound of an old typewriter rises, CLACKITY-CLACK CLACK...
176 INT. SKID ROW APARTMENT -- DAY -- ONE YEAR LATER 176
CLACK CLACK CLACKITY-CLACK etc.
Over clipped newspaper articles tacked up against garish

wallpaper. "Corrupt Cop Sentenced" over the yellowed image
of Dooney's mug shot. "Hague Extradites Serbian Mob Boss"
and "Police Captain Receives Citation" both by Dominique
Ball. Lastly, "Defendor's Last Stand - By Eye Witness
Katerina Debrofkowitz."
REVEAL Kat, bright, healthy, stoic and focused, typing away

on an old typewriter at the kitchen table. Clippings tacked
next to her on the wall. Cigarette burning in the ashtray.
KNOCK-KNOCK! She freezes. Then quickly butts her cigarette

and rises.
ANGLE ON Defendor's Trench Club on the counter.
Kat grabs it, arming herself as she heads to the peephole.

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CARTER (O.S.)
Kat?! It's me, you there?!
She relaxes her grip and opens the door.
KAT
Thought you were the landlord.
Carter enters with a bag.
CARTER
Might have stepped over him sleeping
in the stairwell.
KAT
Yeah, that's him.
CARTER
There's always our place, Kat.
Standing offer. Whenever you want.
(Kat nods, appreciative)
You okay for money?
She nods again, not entirely convincing.
CARTER (CONT'D)
Hey, I got you this. On sale,
alright, so don't bug me, I aint
returning it.
He pulls a laptop out of the bag.
CARTER (CONT'D)
Got a Pentium inside, some shit like
that. Guy said it's all you need.
Kat is speechless, slowly taking the gift, her eyes stinging.
KAT
...I don't want to cry anymore, Paul.
Both their eyes glisten. Paul embraces her.
KAT (CONT'D)
I could have stopped him --
CARTER
(gently)
Hey, shut up. He was unstoppable,
Kat. ...Unstoppable.
Leave them like that, holding each other.
CUT to black.
Roll credits.

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White, 11/11/08 1

1 INT. DR. PARK'S OFFICE -- DAY 1

ARTHUR POPPINGTON(39), arm in a cast, neck in a brace, two

DR. ELLEN PARK(35), Korean. Elegant and patient.

Nothing spoken for a long beat. Arthur watches the clock,

Finally, Dr. Park tries again....

She smiles tightly, still professional.

Arthur shifts and goes back to the hangnail.

HOLD ON Arthur considering, nibbling on his hangnail.

MAIN TITLE: DEFENDOR

Simple white font on a black background. No frills.

The blather of a late-night RADIO SHOW rises.

RADIO HOST (V.O.)

2 EXT. SKYLINE/WAREHOUSE DISTRICT (FLASHBACK...) -- NIGHT 2

And Arthur, A.K.A. DEFENDOR, slowly rises from the bottom of

RADIO HOST (V.O.)

Defendor is dressed all in black with an awkward looking

His rise halts abruptly, he jerks up a few inches, a few

RADIO HOST (V.O.) (CONT'D)

RADIO HOST (V.O.) (CONT'D)

Defendor climbs awkwardly out of the bucket. Strapped to

RADIO HOST (V.O.) (CONT'D)

3 EXT. ROOFTOP/WAREHOUSE DISTRICT -- MOMENTS LATER 3

Defendor's silhouette runs across the rooftop, a bright sliver

RADIO HOST (V.O.)

RADIO HOST (V.O.) (CONT'D)

4 EXT. ROOFTOP/WAREHOUSE DISTRICT -- MOMENTS LATER 4

Defendor squats at the edge of the building, taking in the

RADIO HOST (V.O.)

5 EXT. STREET/WAREHOUSE DISTRICT -- NIGHT 5

Sporadic cars drive in a slow parade.

RADIO HOST (V.O.)

Low end STREET WALKERS lurk in doorways, revealing themselves

6 EXT. ROOFTOP/WAREHOUSE DISTRICT -- CONTINUOUS 6

Defendor reaches into his 'utility belt' - a pair of crossed

He speaks aloud, in a hushed, gruff, deeply affected voice.

He scans the area with his binoculars.

7 INT. 68 CHEVELLE -- NIGHT 7

A Hotrod Chevelle in a shadowy parking lot, and on the dash

CHUCK DOONEY(38), deep undercover, heats the end of a crack

A double sided framed pendant hangs from Dooney's rearview

RADIO HOST (V.O.)

Dooney presses the heated pipe to the brownish rock, brings

RADIO HOST (V.O.) (CONT'D)

Passenger, KAT DEBROFKOWITZ(18), thirsty eyes done up with

She tunes into a sappy LOVE SONG. Dooney's indifferent to

Dooney grabs her hair and yanks her close.

He pushes her down. Kat SCREAMS!

8 EXT. ROOFTOP/WAREHOUSE DISTRICT -- CONTINUOUS 8

Defendor reacts. Somebody needs him. He quickly rises.

9 INT. CHEVELLE -- CONTINUOUS 9

CLOSE ON the twirling pendant, the spin slowing down, each

10 EXT. WAREHOUSE PARKING LOT -- MOMENTS LATER 10

Behind the car, a shadowy figure drops into a dumpster - a

11 INT. CHEVELLE -- CONTINUOUS 11

Dooney lets up.

12 INT. DUMPSTER -- CONTINUOUS 12

Defendor stands, wincing, dusting himself off.

13 INT. CHEVELLE -- CONTINUOUS 13

Kat seizes the moment of distraction and tries to bolt.

He grabs her back forcefully.

14 EXT. WAREHOUSE PARKING LOT -- CONTINUOUS 14

In his Defendor voice - gruff and comically cliché.