In the Holy Civic Auditorium, when the audience was exclaiming in admiration at the shot of Catwoman kicking Batman's car window glass, Shirley Lansing, who came specially to support tonight, subconsciously glanced at her watch.
7:16.
The film starts playing at 7 o'clock, and the 5-minute stunning wedge quickly draws the audience into the plot.
Now, 15 minutes into the show, when the audience had just relaxed a little because of the previous drama, Catwoman's powerful blow instantly captured all the distracted attention.
During the development process of a film project, the head of the studio will always repeatedly emphasize the need to control the rhythm of the plot. However, this is easier said than done. No matter how meticulous the early planning is, there are still few film creators who can do this perfectly. . At this time, Shirley Lansing is almost certain that Simon's "Batman" can reach the textbook level of commercial films in terms of rhythm control.
While Shirley Lansing was thinking, the plot on the screen had shifted back to Roman Sionis' mansion.
The 'Angel' test report document in the safe was stolen. Roman Sionis was frightened and furious and smashed everything in the study, and the party had to end early.
From the moment he appears, Willem Dafoe, who is born with a bad face, perfectly embodies Roman Sionis' dangerous aura that could fall into madness at any time.
The safety issues of 'Angel' facial cream revealed in the party episode, the business difficulties of JANUS company, and the company director's verbal persecution of Roman Sionis undoubtedly contributed to the villain's collapse, and many viewers in the hall couldn't help but start. I'm curious about how Black Mask will go dark.
Outside the Sionnis mansion, two reporters from the Gotham Times, John Allport and Vicki Wahl, were unable to find out what was going on at the party and were chased away by bodyguards, so they had to call it a day. The two were about to drive away when Vicki Val found the document left by Catwoman in her satchel.
The scene changes again.
In the Wayne Mansion, Alfred looked at the broken windows of the sports car, turned around and entered a secret door, went through the elevator to the Batcave under the mansion, looked at Bruce Wayne who was busy in front of the console, and said: "Master , I will have the car sent for repair tomorrow."
Bruce Wayne quickly finished the last few strokes, entered Selina Kyle's portrait through the scanner into the computer screen in front of the console, and finally said to Alfred, who was obviously waiting for his explanation: "This woman."
As the portraits were input, various data streams began to flash on several computer screens.
After a moment, Selina Kyle's information popped up.
The method of pairing information through computers was prevalent in later movies. Ten or twenty years later, similar technology could be implemented even in reality. But at this time, this technology-rich operation once again made the audience in front of the big screen shine.
This is actually possible!
You know, even in North America, personal computers in this era are far from reaching the level of popularity, and most ordinary people are still unfamiliar with PCs. However, after sighing and thinking about it, I feel that this arrangement is very reasonable.
It's simply impossible for Batman to fight crime single-handedly without adequate sources of information to back him up. As the richest man in Gotham City, Bruce Wayne obviously has enough financial resources to support him in collecting this information.
On the big screen, Alfred looked at the picture of Selina on the computer screen with great satisfaction, and warned with a "serious and thoughtful" tone: "Master, you should be gentler when treating women."
"Afu, she is a criminal."
Bruce Wayne said, and pressed a button on the console. Amidst the sound of mechanical transmission, the Bat suit slowly rose from the pool next to it.
"As long as it can make the man of the Wayne family feel at ease, who cares," Alfred muttered, watching Wayne walk towards the Bat suit, and dissuaded him: "Master, do you want to go out for an 'adventure' tonight?"
"Sal Maroney failed to successfully deliver the goods last night and will definitely continue to do so. This batch of weapons is too dangerous and many people will die if they are released."
The scene changed, it was already early morning.
Smoke was still rising from the messy pier that was blocked by the police. On the rooftop of the building not far from the pier, a short, fat middle-aged man held a cigar and looked at the distance not far away surrounded by a group of subordinates. He suddenly threw it away. With the cigar in his hand, he roared with a ferocious expression: "I'm going to kill him, I'm going to kill him, I'm going to kill that bat."
A follower in a gray suit who was obviously different from ordinary minions looked at the boss's angry look. He waited for a moment before stepping forward tremblingly and said: "Boss, Victor said he doesn't want this batch of goods anymore and wants us to refund the money."
The middle-aged man, who was obviously Sal Maroney, pointed sharply in the direction of the dock: "The money is there, what can I give him back!"
The entourage did not dare to say anything.
Sal Maroney gradually calmed down and inadvertently noticed the huge advertisement for 'Angel' facial cream on the side of the road downstairs.
The attendant noticed what the boss was looking at, and stepped forward and whispered: "The two people who were hired by Sionis to set the fire, I have people watching them all the time."
After hearing this, Sal Maroni quickly made a plan and asked his men to come over and whisper a few instructions.
The scene changes again.
At the "Gotham Times" newspaper office in the city, two reporters, Vicki Vale, who accidentally obtained the 'Angel' test report, have launched a secret investigation. The secretive behavior of the two aroused the curiosity of a colleague, who inquired to no avail. While they were having a small meeting with the editor-in-chief, the colleague peeked at Vicky Wahl's notes.
After learning the inside story, the colleague dialed Roman Sionis' number at a roadside phone booth after get off work.
In the Siannis mansion, the study room that was robbed last night is still scattered.
Roman Sionis promised some benefits to the reporter from the airy "Gotham Times" and then hung up the phone. His face immediately darkened. He looked down at the stack of blurry photos in front of him that were obviously captured by surveillance, and stared at the center one of Selena. Kyle held the photo of Bruce Wayne on his arm and muttered to himself viciously: "Bruce Wayne, Wayne Group, JANUS is mine, no one can take it away, no one can take it away!"
In the original "Batman" comics, Roman Sionis took charge of the JANUS Group after killing his parents. Due to poor management, the company gradually declined and was eventually taken over by Wayne Group. The blackened Roman Sionis also hated Bruce Wayne.
Even if you haven’t read the comics, in the previous party episode, the director of JANUS Group who threatened to drive Roman Sionis out of the company was actually the shareholder representative from Wayne Group. The other party was in the party episode with Bruce Wayne. This comes through clearly in the conversation.
This is also the reason why Bruce Wayne was able to get an invitation to last night's party.
Therefore, it seems logical that Roman Sionis mistakenly believed that Bruce Wayne sent Selina to steal the information in order to oust him and take over the JANUS Group.
Wayne Mansion, Batcave.
Alfred came in with a tray, put a glass of water in the hands of Wayne who was busy at the operating table, handed another newspaper over, and said with a smile: "Elliot's house was also stolen last night, young master. , it seems that you need to catch Miss Kyle as soon as possible, why not use this as an 'adventure' theme recently."
Catching a thief is obviously much less dangerous than facing a group of gun-toting gang members every night.
not to mention.
Maybe we can even capture the mistress of the Wayne family.
Rather than pursuing justice, Alfred valued his young master's safety and the inheritance of the Wayne family more.
Bruce Wayne knew the butler's thoughts very well, stopped typing on the keyboard, and said: "If I have a chance, I will catch her, Afu. However, Maroni will soon be unable to hold on, and I hope to completely destroy her." His gang.”
JANUS Group Headquarters.
Roman Sionis is still dealing with the crisis caused by 'Angel'.
In the office, the secretary was reporting to Roman Sionis that the editor-in-chief of Gotham Times had declined the lunch invitation, when the door was pushed open with a bang.
Sal Maroney's entourage in a gray suit burst in with two minions, followed by several security guards.
When Roman Sionis saw the two minions brought by the gray suit, his face suddenly became nervous and he waved everyone away.
"Remember me, Mr. Sionis, Derek Bessin?" The gray suit introduced himself, sat down opposite the tense Sionis, and placed a box on the desk. Said: "Even if you don't remember me, I think you must remember Jack and Ben. Three years ago, someone hired them to set a fire and burned an innocent poor couple to death."
Roman Sionis didn't wait for Derek Besson to say anything more and interrupted: "What do you want to do?"
Derek Beson waved the two minions away, and then continued: "I'm here on behalf of Mr. Maroney, Roman, maybe you heard, we have encountered some troubles recently and need money, 20 million US dollars. "
Roman Sionis stared at Derek Besson and said slowly: "I don't have that much money."
"This is not something I need to think about." Derek Bessen was very satisfied with the way Roman Sionis was sweating on his forehead. He smiled proudly and said, "By the way, since it is a visit, BOSS asked me to bring you I brought you a gift. I heard you like masks."
Derek Besson said, opening the box in front of him and taking out a black mask that was obviously very rough in workmanship.
Roman Sionis glanced at the mask, shook his head and said, "I don't need your gift, and I don't have the money to give it to you. Mr. Beson, please leave."
Derek Beson, however, played with the mask indifferently and said, "I originally wanted to give you a head, but I found that the color of your father's coffin was very beautiful, so I had a mask carved out of the wood."
With that said, Derek Besson suddenly stood up, picked up the mask and put it on Roman Sionis' face.
When Roman Sionis heard that the mask was actually made from his father's coffin, a look of extreme horror appeared on his face. He wanted to retreat, but he was not faster than Derek Besson. The moment the mask came into contact with Sionis' face, his body froze as if a restraining spell had been cast on him. He raised a hand tremblingly, trying to knock off the mask, but Derek Besson pulled him over and pressed it down. live.
"Mr. Sionis, I need to see $20 million in three days, otherwise, we will make your 'little secret' public."
Derek Besson left, and Roman Sionis still pressed the mask on his face stiffly.
Soon the soliloquy sounded again in the office: "One in 100,000, 20 million, 1 in 100,000, 20 million, 1 in 100,000, 20 million..."
Compared with the previous gnashing of teeth against Bruce Wayne in the study room, Roman Sionis' mechanical soliloquy this time clearly had an aura of weirdness and madness after a complete collapse.
In front of the big screen, all viewers realized that 'Black Mask' was born.
The continuous talking to himself became smaller and smaller, and the camera switched to an abandoned warehouse filled with debris.
Sal Maroney was surrounded by his men and sat at a long table, looking at the two figures in the darkness and said: "As long as you can kill that bat, I will give each of you $1 million."
Before the two figures could reply, a certain soliloquy that grew from small to large floated in the air again.
"One in 100,000, 20 million, 1 in 100,000, 20 million, 1 in 100,000, 20 million..."
The sound was getting closer and closer, and everyone in the warehouse looked towards the door. A figure in a straight suit with a rough black mask on his face walked in, talking to himself like a madman.
Sal Maroney said dissatisfied: "Who are you?"
Before the masked figure could answer, Derek Bessen quickly said: "BOSS, this is Roman Sionis." Then he stepped forward and roughly pushed Roman Sionis, and said: "Roman , did you bring the money?"
Roman Sionis' figure swayed weakly under the push of Derek Besson, and he tried his best to hold the opponent's hand to steady himself, and said: "Oh, twenty million, of course, two There will be one in ten million, one in 100,000."
While mumbling like this crazily, Roman Sionis noticed that Sal Maroney was still staring at him. He suddenly raised an index finger to make a silent sound, stepped forward and picked up Sal Maroney. A pencil in front of him said: "What a coincidence. Let me do a magic trick for everyone first. Do you know how to make this pencil disappear?"
Everyone looked at Roman Sionis, who was trying to hold the pencil upright in front of Sal Maroney. Even Sal Maroney couldn't help but sit upright, wondering what this madman was going to do.
In front of the big screen, more than 1,200 pairs of eyes looked at the pencil that was quickly stood up in confusion.
In the entire hall, there were only a few people who had watched the finished film in advance, with some lingering expressions of fear on their faces, but no one was willing to look away.
Roman Sionis set up his pencil, raised his hand to show it to everyone like a magician, and said in a drawn-out tone: "OK, count three, one, two, three..."
The camera that was still wandering just now was frozen. In the flash of lightning, Roman Sionis suddenly grabbed Sal Maroney's head and slammed it against the pencil standing up on the table.
boom-
There was a dull bang.
A moment of silence!
On the big screen, Sal Maroney's obese body was lying on the edge of the table in a strange posture like a puddle of dead flesh, motionless. Everyone in the warehouse was also stunned as if they had been cast a restraining spell.
Outside the big screen, all the viewers in the Sacred Civic Auditorium took a deep breath in unison. A pencil that can be seen almost everywhere in daily life is directly inserted into the human head like the most terrifying weapon. This, how painful it must be!