INT: KITCHEN FREEZER
There is frost everywhere. A lot of icicles. A bizarre amount of icicles. They’re hanging off the tips of boxes, and off of the meats, and off of the counter tops. GORDON shivers. BULLOCK does not shiver, because he’s tipsy. Close up on Bullock taking a swig out of his flask. It is FILLED with ALCOHOL.
At the back of the freezer, leaning comfortably on the racks of FROZEN SHIT, is VICTOR FRIES, an expert on the science of ICE. He is tall, thin and pale. He is drinking something clear, so that you can see the ICE CUBES that he drops in them. Close up on the ICE CUBES.
A little chilly in here.
(not shivering AT ALL.)
I find it quite pleasant.
(four beer drunk)
Whatever, Fries. Just tell us what you know about the missing diamonds.
Please, detectives. Chill.
Whatever, Mr. Ice.
Fries glances at him angrily, like a future murderer would.
It’s Mr. Fries. Fries.
Gordon shivers, and looks troubled.
CUT TO BLACK
EXT. UNDER BLEACHERS AT HIGH SCHOOL FOOTBALL FIELD
Overhead pan of the city. (X2)
Large teenage guy pulls up his sleeve, and takes a needle out of his pocket. He injects himself in the bicep with a liquid and his veins swell up. He looks relieved.
Hey man! What are you doing?
The large teen does not look surprised, like a future murderer. He throws the needle into a nearby trashcan. JERVIS approaches. He is small, and pale.
None of your business, Jervis. Tell anyone, and I break you.
But that stuff is illegal! The principal would take your head off if she knew!
The large teen walks away, towards the football field. He picks his helmet up from off the ground, and then turns back to Jervis.
Don’t you have some tea to drink, weirdo?
Jervis looks sad, like a future murderer would. High school is TOUGH.
CUT TO BLACK
INT: GOTHAM POLICE DEPARTMENT.
GORDON sits at his desk. He looks painfully conflicted.
EXT: PATCH OF CORN
A skinny, pale sixth grader looks up at a SCARECROW.
SKINNY SIXTH GRADER
FADE TO BLACK.