The Dark Knight: Mob Scene Christopher Nolan (Ft. Heath Ledger, Michael Jai Wh & The-Joker)
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INT. CONFERENCE ROOM, HOTEL
From the back of the room comes laughter. It grows and grows, until it fills the room. All eyes turn:
The Joker. Sweaty clown makeup obscuring the awful scars which widen his mouth into a permanent, ghoulish smile.
JOKER: And I thought my jokes were bad.
GAMBOL: Give me one reason why I shouldn't have my boy here pull your head off.
The Joker pulls out a freshly sharpened pencil.
JOKER: How about a magic trick?
The Joker slams the pencil into the table, leaving it upright.
JOKER: I'm gonna make this pencil disappear.
Gambol nods. His bodyguard moves at the Joker- who sidesteps-grips his head- slams it, face down, onto the table...The Bodyguard goes limp and slides off of the table. The pencil is gone. Magic. The Joker bows. Grins at Gambol.
JOKER: Ta-dah! It's, it's gone.
JOKER: Oh, and by they way: the suit? It wasn't cheap. You oughta know, you bought it.
Gambol stands, furious. The Chechen stops him.
From the back of the room comes laughter. It grows and grows, until it fills the room. All eyes turn:
The Joker. Sweaty clown makeup obscuring the awful scars which widen his mouth into a permanent, ghoulish smile.
JOKER: And I thought my jokes were bad.
GAMBOL: Give me one reason why I shouldn't have my boy here pull your head off.
The Joker pulls out a freshly sharpened pencil.
JOKER: How about a magic trick?
The Joker slams the pencil into the table, leaving it upright.
JOKER: I'm gonna make this pencil disappear.
Gambol nods. His bodyguard moves at the Joker- who sidesteps-grips his head- slams it, face down, onto the table...The Bodyguard goes limp and slides off of the table. The pencil is gone. Magic. The Joker bows. Grins at Gambol.
JOKER: Ta-dah! It's, it's gone.
JOKER: Oh, and by they way: the suit? It wasn't cheap. You oughta know, you bought it.
Gambol stands, furious. The Chechen stops him.
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