Dying Is Easy (2021) Movie Script
Still there are no leads on the three
missing police officers.
The commissioner had this to say.
I got the best people
working on it, but the trail's run cold
The district attorney has launched
- Pigs.
- multiple investigations with no results.
Every night this week, gotham citizens have
taken to the streets of the candlelight
vigil in hopes they will find them.
please contact
Holy shit!
An uninvited guest.
You enjoy stealing innocence.
You get off on it.
After chocolate and cream cake,
the girls...
my Alices...
seem to enjoy it.
Never again.
Oh! Oh!
Please don't leave me here!
Please! Please!
Bullock. You're
needed for a briefing.
Hey, give me a minute, wouldya?
Confirmed.
Bullock.
What do you want?
H.. Hey! You showed up
how's it hanging there, Bats?
I don't have any time for your
lack of candor Bullock.
Talk.
You think I enjoy coming up here in the
middle of the night...
raising my butt off...
just because Gordon's in the hospital?
I got real cases. I
got actual things to do.
Three of my men are missing and...
...you know what?
I'm gonna find out where they are
one way or another.
I don't really have a lot of
extra time...
to babysit...
The freak...
in a... in a... cape,
flying around the city,
pretending to be a superhero.
You know, just because gordon respects
you doesn't mean I have to, right?
That goes both ways.
Listen... you know what?
I have some good news for you:
The pasty face clown...
is.. uh.. dying.
Anything else?
Well.. uh.. he's demanding
to see you, of course.
I mean, you guys
spent most of your life together, right?
I thought maybe you'd be excited...
there'd be a little celebration
from your side of things.
Well, as far as I'm concerned
one of you madness dwellers
is getting exactly what you deserve.
Death of the Joker is nothing to celebrate.
All I'm sayin
is that somebody should
have pulled the trigger on him
- a long time ago.
- But you're the one with a gun
and a license to kill.
Yeah.
- well don't tempt me there Bats.
- Yeah, do it
and you'll see exactly how deep this
well of madness can run.
Bullock, we're still waiting on you.
Excuse me.
Listen, I thought I told
you to give me a minute.
Anyway...
Geez, where the Hell?
Hey, Bats!
Hugo.
I'm on my way.
Transfer Joker from his
cell to the recreation room.
I see you spoke to Lieutenant Bullock.
I would have reached out to you
personally, but...
I have no way of contacting you directly.
As it should be.
Good evening to all.
This is Dr. Hugo Strange.
This announcement is
regarding tonight's schedule
due to a code B27,
dinner and all night activities will be
delayed until further notice.
Mandatory lock down is in effect.
Staff will assemble on 6.
Please be extra cautious.
That is all.
We don't need this.
It belongs to you,
but everyone else uses it.
Hi, Batsy! Did you miss me?
I hope you've gotten all my love letters.
Wow, Harley... he walked right past you.
That's another man in Arkham
who doesn't respect you.
Shut up, Ivy!
Easy now, there...
Watch the fingers!
Oooh... kinky!
...I like it.
Just get these off of me.
He's all yours.
This moment...
It was supposed to take
place on the Gotham bridge
or the old water reserve,
or Jerry's abandoned circus...
televised for millions to see.
- It wasn't supposed to end like this.
- What do you want?
I'm dying.
Melanoma.
Well, I guess that acid
bath wasn't too funny, was it?
The night we first met
With all my close calls...
...skin cancer.
The humor is not lost on me.
I guess dying is easy.
Yeah, and comedy is hard.
Why am I here?
That's a great question.
I want you to finish what you started.
I want you, Batsy, to kill me...
not the cancer.
Our legacy is too grand
to end with a whimper.
It must be epic.
It must be gut wrenching.
You have nothing to say? I
just told you that I'm dying...
This is it... the final confrontation after
all we've been through...
This is our final soliloquy.
I don't care about our legacy.
You're a coward!
You won't kill me because you're afraid,
not because of some high
moral code or your one rule.
It's because without me,
you can't justify your own existence.
You're right.
I am afraid.
I'm afraid of myself...
that once I murder
I'll like the taste of it
and then I'll kill every single
inmate at Arkham Asylum.
But you need me.
Freeze has Nora.
Poison Ivy has her environmental cause.
Riddler has his puzzles.
But you, you have nothing.
Without me you become your worst fear
and that's being upstaged by everyone here.
I...
am the king of this asylum!
See my crown?
It sparkles in the bitter glow of twilight.
See, Batsy?
I am the one thing that you are not.
You've spent your whole life
fighting crime,
night after night.
Dead sidekick after dead sidekick.
And for what..?
You're utterly miserable.
...afraid of the one thing
that could possibly
bring you joy.
See...
I
am completely and genuinely
happy.
I wake up every morning
with a great big smile.
I absolutely love my life,
but you...
you absolutely hate yours.
I've often wondered
where were you when
the boy laid bleeding out
on the floor in that dusty warehouse?
Where were you?
True, presenting him to
me was a stroke of genius.
Masterful in your story writing
and I have to give the boy credit.
He knew how to sell it.
His firm
muscular body
breaking under the weight
of my lead crowbar.
Do you know
what his last words were?
With his last breath,
what he
said?
He said your name,
over and over again.
I would give anything
to hear the boy scream your name.
One.
Last.
Time.
Oh...
did I hit a nerve?
Ouch.
Well, I digress.
Moving on...
How could we forget our favorite redhead?
So photogenic.
So young.
Do you know I remember
most about this night?
It was her hair.
It smelled like lavender.
- I've had enough of this.
- Well then, finish it.
Do what everyone wants and just kill me.
- I'm not an executioner.
- Just an indirect one, Batsy.
I can never measure up to your death toll.
Yours is the accumulation of
everyone in this asylum...
half the tombstones in Gotham
- are because of you. That's your legacy.
- ENOUGH!
How many people would still be alive if
you had died years ago?
Robin would have a little flock of his own.
And Barbara...
her dreams shattered
like her spine.
You say that you're king around here,
but all I hear is the
same old song and dance.
You're no longer relevant.
When's the last time that
you've been in the news?
Croc. Ivy. Freeze.
Even Condomma King
have had their headlines.
What have you done?
Then let me unveil the curtain, Batsy.
You know those three
missing police officers?
I killed them.
What?
I gutted them, and left them
to rot at O'neill's Toyland.
I can't tell you how
much of a joy it's been
to watch in secret as
Gotham's torn itself apart.
Oracle, did you get all that?
Loud and clear. O'neill's Toyland.
i'm sending the info to GCPD now.
You're so predictable.
I knew that if I worked you
up, you'd lose your focus.
Worked up?
I'm dying.
Are you?
What are you talking about?
I faked your toxicology report
along with your blood samples.
Look at me.
I'm sick.
I've been poisoning your water
supply for weeks.
I knew that if you thought
that you were dying,
then you'd lay your cards
out to try to impress me.
I discovered that one of Jervis' thugs
had possession of a police baton.
It was registered to one of
the missing police officers.
I found three sets of fingerprints
and one of them was yours.
You lied to me.
You lied when you said
you don't care about me.
But you do.
You spend weeks
planning and preparing this
so we could have another
awe inspiring performance.
I must say, Batsy,
Bravo.
Bravo.
I guess dying isn't easy.
Is that a joke?
We're about done here, lieutenant.
Alright.
Good job. See you guys downtown tomorrow.
Alright. Take it easy.
So...
you've been playing
everyone the whole time...
me included.
It had to be real.
You think I was
too stupid to sell it?
Those are your words, not mine.
I wish we could have saved the men in time.
Those men were already dead.
Excuse me, what was that?
What'd you just say?
I said they were already dead.
- You knew they were dead?
- Yes.
What was all that about? Why
did you do all that for them?
I didn't do it for them.
I did it for their families.
I had to take away hope
so their families could heal.
It's said that the worst thing to come
out of Pandora's Box
were not the sorrows or the plagues
it was Hope, itself.
Hope's a gamble.
Hope lacks certainty,
and this city knows all too well what
hopelessness and pain can do.
It drives it mad.
Now without hope, maybe the family can
start the healing process and move on.
I can see why Gordon respects you.
I used to think you were
too crazy to deal with,
but I realize now
underneath that halloween costume, guess
you're actually not such a bad guy at all.
What an asshole.
Bullock was right calling
me a madness dweller.
Not knowing why or who killed my parents
has left me with this endless open wound...
an abyss that I stare into every night.
It's that lack of closure that's turned
me into this monster...
a monster that I both fear and embrace.
A monster that I call...
The Batman.
Just laugh away
when you feel askew
laugh out loud
and feel renewed
when teardrops fall and burn like
acid rain,
it helps to act away it and say:
so
have a drink
and your choice of smoke
Give us a wink and tell a joke.
Let the clown in you jump out
and medicate
the child inside
that's anxious to relate.
That's how and why we
justify the sorrow in our hearts.
So laugh away. Yes, laugh away.
just laugh away
the pain.
When the burden of life
seems to break the clown
Find a big a red bow
and parade on the town.
That's how and why we
justify the sorrow
in our hearts. So laugh away.
Yes, laugh away.
Just love away
and feel a brand new you.
Just laugh away the
pain
Hmm.
Selena.
Mmmm...
Meow.
missing police officers.
The commissioner had this to say.
I got the best people
working on it, but the trail's run cold
The district attorney has launched
- Pigs.
- multiple investigations with no results.
Every night this week, gotham citizens have
taken to the streets of the candlelight
vigil in hopes they will find them.
please contact
Holy shit!
An uninvited guest.
You enjoy stealing innocence.
You get off on it.
After chocolate and cream cake,
the girls...
my Alices...
seem to enjoy it.
Never again.
Oh! Oh!
Please don't leave me here!
Please! Please!
Bullock. You're
needed for a briefing.
Hey, give me a minute, wouldya?
Confirmed.
Bullock.
What do you want?
H.. Hey! You showed up
how's it hanging there, Bats?
I don't have any time for your
lack of candor Bullock.
Talk.
You think I enjoy coming up here in the
middle of the night...
raising my butt off...
just because Gordon's in the hospital?
I got real cases. I
got actual things to do.
Three of my men are missing and...
...you know what?
I'm gonna find out where they are
one way or another.
I don't really have a lot of
extra time...
to babysit...
The freak...
in a... in a... cape,
flying around the city,
pretending to be a superhero.
You know, just because gordon respects
you doesn't mean I have to, right?
That goes both ways.
Listen... you know what?
I have some good news for you:
The pasty face clown...
is.. uh.. dying.
Anything else?
Well.. uh.. he's demanding
to see you, of course.
I mean, you guys
spent most of your life together, right?
I thought maybe you'd be excited...
there'd be a little celebration
from your side of things.
Well, as far as I'm concerned
one of you madness dwellers
is getting exactly what you deserve.
Death of the Joker is nothing to celebrate.
All I'm sayin
is that somebody should
have pulled the trigger on him
- a long time ago.
- But you're the one with a gun
and a license to kill.
Yeah.
- well don't tempt me there Bats.
- Yeah, do it
and you'll see exactly how deep this
well of madness can run.
Bullock, we're still waiting on you.
Excuse me.
Listen, I thought I told
you to give me a minute.
Anyway...
Geez, where the Hell?
Hey, Bats!
Hugo.
I'm on my way.
Transfer Joker from his
cell to the recreation room.
I see you spoke to Lieutenant Bullock.
I would have reached out to you
personally, but...
I have no way of contacting you directly.
As it should be.
Good evening to all.
This is Dr. Hugo Strange.
This announcement is
regarding tonight's schedule
due to a code B27,
dinner and all night activities will be
delayed until further notice.
Mandatory lock down is in effect.
Staff will assemble on 6.
Please be extra cautious.
That is all.
We don't need this.
It belongs to you,
but everyone else uses it.
Hi, Batsy! Did you miss me?
I hope you've gotten all my love letters.
Wow, Harley... he walked right past you.
That's another man in Arkham
who doesn't respect you.
Shut up, Ivy!
Easy now, there...
Watch the fingers!
Oooh... kinky!
...I like it.
Just get these off of me.
He's all yours.
This moment...
It was supposed to take
place on the Gotham bridge
or the old water reserve,
or Jerry's abandoned circus...
televised for millions to see.
- It wasn't supposed to end like this.
- What do you want?
I'm dying.
Melanoma.
Well, I guess that acid
bath wasn't too funny, was it?
The night we first met
With all my close calls...
...skin cancer.
The humor is not lost on me.
I guess dying is easy.
Yeah, and comedy is hard.
Why am I here?
That's a great question.
I want you to finish what you started.
I want you, Batsy, to kill me...
not the cancer.
Our legacy is too grand
to end with a whimper.
It must be epic.
It must be gut wrenching.
You have nothing to say? I
just told you that I'm dying...
This is it... the final confrontation after
all we've been through...
This is our final soliloquy.
I don't care about our legacy.
You're a coward!
You won't kill me because you're afraid,
not because of some high
moral code or your one rule.
It's because without me,
you can't justify your own existence.
You're right.
I am afraid.
I'm afraid of myself...
that once I murder
I'll like the taste of it
and then I'll kill every single
inmate at Arkham Asylum.
But you need me.
Freeze has Nora.
Poison Ivy has her environmental cause.
Riddler has his puzzles.
But you, you have nothing.
Without me you become your worst fear
and that's being upstaged by everyone here.
I...
am the king of this asylum!
See my crown?
It sparkles in the bitter glow of twilight.
See, Batsy?
I am the one thing that you are not.
You've spent your whole life
fighting crime,
night after night.
Dead sidekick after dead sidekick.
And for what..?
You're utterly miserable.
...afraid of the one thing
that could possibly
bring you joy.
See...
I
am completely and genuinely
happy.
I wake up every morning
with a great big smile.
I absolutely love my life,
but you...
you absolutely hate yours.
I've often wondered
where were you when
the boy laid bleeding out
on the floor in that dusty warehouse?
Where were you?
True, presenting him to
me was a stroke of genius.
Masterful in your story writing
and I have to give the boy credit.
He knew how to sell it.
His firm
muscular body
breaking under the weight
of my lead crowbar.
Do you know
what his last words were?
With his last breath,
what he
said?
He said your name,
over and over again.
I would give anything
to hear the boy scream your name.
One.
Last.
Time.
Oh...
did I hit a nerve?
Ouch.
Well, I digress.
Moving on...
How could we forget our favorite redhead?
So photogenic.
So young.
Do you know I remember
most about this night?
It was her hair.
It smelled like lavender.
- I've had enough of this.
- Well then, finish it.
Do what everyone wants and just kill me.
- I'm not an executioner.
- Just an indirect one, Batsy.
I can never measure up to your death toll.
Yours is the accumulation of
everyone in this asylum...
half the tombstones in Gotham
- are because of you. That's your legacy.
- ENOUGH!
How many people would still be alive if
you had died years ago?
Robin would have a little flock of his own.
And Barbara...
her dreams shattered
like her spine.
You say that you're king around here,
but all I hear is the
same old song and dance.
You're no longer relevant.
When's the last time that
you've been in the news?
Croc. Ivy. Freeze.
Even Condomma King
have had their headlines.
What have you done?
Then let me unveil the curtain, Batsy.
You know those three
missing police officers?
I killed them.
What?
I gutted them, and left them
to rot at O'neill's Toyland.
I can't tell you how
much of a joy it's been
to watch in secret as
Gotham's torn itself apart.
Oracle, did you get all that?
Loud and clear. O'neill's Toyland.
i'm sending the info to GCPD now.
You're so predictable.
I knew that if I worked you
up, you'd lose your focus.
Worked up?
I'm dying.
Are you?
What are you talking about?
I faked your toxicology report
along with your blood samples.
Look at me.
I'm sick.
I've been poisoning your water
supply for weeks.
I knew that if you thought
that you were dying,
then you'd lay your cards
out to try to impress me.
I discovered that one of Jervis' thugs
had possession of a police baton.
It was registered to one of
the missing police officers.
I found three sets of fingerprints
and one of them was yours.
You lied to me.
You lied when you said
you don't care about me.
But you do.
You spend weeks
planning and preparing this
so we could have another
awe inspiring performance.
I must say, Batsy,
Bravo.
Bravo.
I guess dying isn't easy.
Is that a joke?
We're about done here, lieutenant.
Alright.
Good job. See you guys downtown tomorrow.
Alright. Take it easy.
So...
you've been playing
everyone the whole time...
me included.
It had to be real.
You think I was
too stupid to sell it?
Those are your words, not mine.
I wish we could have saved the men in time.
Those men were already dead.
Excuse me, what was that?
What'd you just say?
I said they were already dead.
- You knew they were dead?
- Yes.
What was all that about? Why
did you do all that for them?
I didn't do it for them.
I did it for their families.
I had to take away hope
so their families could heal.
It's said that the worst thing to come
out of Pandora's Box
were not the sorrows or the plagues
it was Hope, itself.
Hope's a gamble.
Hope lacks certainty,
and this city knows all too well what
hopelessness and pain can do.
It drives it mad.
Now without hope, maybe the family can
start the healing process and move on.
I can see why Gordon respects you.
I used to think you were
too crazy to deal with,
but I realize now
underneath that halloween costume, guess
you're actually not such a bad guy at all.
What an asshole.
Bullock was right calling
me a madness dweller.
Not knowing why or who killed my parents
has left me with this endless open wound...
an abyss that I stare into every night.
It's that lack of closure that's turned
me into this monster...
a monster that I both fear and embrace.
A monster that I call...
The Batman.
Just laugh away
when you feel askew
laugh out loud
and feel renewed
when teardrops fall and burn like
acid rain,
it helps to act away it and say:
so
have a drink
and your choice of smoke
Give us a wink and tell a joke.
Let the clown in you jump out
and medicate
the child inside
that's anxious to relate.
That's how and why we
justify the sorrow in our hearts.
So laugh away. Yes, laugh away.
just laugh away
the pain.
When the burden of life
seems to break the clown
Find a big a red bow
and parade on the town.
That's how and why we
justify the sorrow
in our hearts. So laugh away.
Yes, laugh away.
Just love away
and feel a brand new you.
Just laugh away the
pain
Hmm.
Selena.
Mmmm...
Meow.