Mask, The (1994) movie script by Mark Verheiden.
Final draft. More info about this movie on IMDb.com EXT. HIGH SEAS - DAY
The dragonhead prow of an ancient Viking ship cuts through the
thick fog of the rough North Atlantic Sea.
MUSIC EXPLODES: WAGNER'S "GOTTERDAMMERUNG" (Twilight of the Gods)
SUPERIMPOSE: THE TENTH CENTURY A.D.
EXT. BOW OF THE SHIP - DAY
Viking explorer LEIF ERICSON carefully studies his fob compass as
he dangles it above a parchment map. His SAILORS steal nervous
looks at a large, diabolical-looking IRON BOX in the hold.
OLAF, a fierce, one-eyed Viking warrior approaches Ericson. NOTE:
Dialog is in OLD NORSE, with SUBTITLES)
Leif, let's do the deed
before another night falls. The crew's
Ericson draws his broadsword with a flourish.
Know this! The first man to turn
will taste my steel in his guts.
But we've surely gone far enough.
That accursed box must be thrown
off the edge of the world. We
will go until we can go no more...
Suddenly there is an ear-splitting SCREECH and the entire boat
rocks violently as it runs aground.
The LOOKOUT is thrown from his crow's nest... and CRASHES
straight through the deck right in front of Ericson. His pained
voice floats up
from the black hole.
Ericson wheels about just as the fog parts off the starboard bow.
A beautiful rustic coastline stretching off as far as the eye can
By Odin's beard...
EXT. THE NEW WORLD - A HARBOR - SUNSET
Olaf finishes digging a hole in the sand. He backs away,
terrified, as burly Vikings, led by Ericson, muscle the IRON BOX
over to the hole and
quickly bury it. Ericson turns to an exotic-looking Eurasian
Be quick, Witch. Let the deed
The Witch unravels a scroll and recites:
Oh Loki, ancient one. Thy mischief
dwell now in waters, base and
bland. And in waves and sand thy
magic forever sleep...
As the Witch speaks, a strong wind kicks up and a black wall of
clouds appears. The sky explodes in THUNDER and LIGHTNING. The
look about fearfully.
Back to the ship men, hurry.
Captain, you've discovered a new
world. It is your right to name it.
Leave that to the Italians. We're
never coming back here. Never.
This land is now cursed.
A SIGN: 'BEACH CLOSED - RAW SEWAGE - NO SWIMMING'
EXT. BEACH - PRESENT DAY
Hot, smoggy and packed. Cityscape of towering skyscrapers stands
in the haze just beyond the crowded beach.
SUPER: EDGE CITY - THE PRESENT
A caffeine-driven D.J's voice booms over the beach-goers' radios.
Yessiree, it's a four-alarm
sizzler out there today with highs
in the upper nineties and no
relief in sight. We have a third
stage smog advisory and a metro
traffic gridlock alert.
Flourocarbons are up, the Dow
Jones is down and we're expecting
another Spike Lee movie any
second. In other words folks,
it's just another bee-youtiful
day in Edge City.
Camera ENDFRAMES on an industrial barge marked "Department of
Sanitation." A crane's cable line disappears underwater.
EXT. UNDERWATER - SAME TIME
SCUBA WELDERS repair a cracked, scum spewing pipe. One diver hits
something hard with his dredger. He unearths...
THE ANCIENT IRON BOX
Rust and barnacles partially obscure the engraved images of Norse
gods and demons.
THE DIVER wedges his scuba knife under the corroded lock. Erie
'MASK' theme SFX rise as he tries to pry open the lid.
Suddenly the PIPELINE BREAKS FREE, crushing the diver and
cracking open the box.
SOMETHING (seen only in rippling shadow) explodes out of the box
on a cloud of bubbles and shoots toward the surface.
The Mask surfaces in the f.g. as lightening EXPLODES across the
EXT. EDGE CITY BANK
A banner displays their proud motto: "WE BANK ON TOMORROW."
EXT./INT. EDGE CITY BANK
CHARLIE SCHUMACHER (30's) gazes out the window from his cluttered
desk as the crack of THUNDER echos through the urban canyons.
Look at those clouds rollin' in,
man. Freaky weather.
STANLEY IPKISS, a bright0eyed amiable young account exec pauses
by Charlie's desk and drops off a print-out.
Hey Charlie, can you go over these
stats? We're supposed to have
a complete report before lunch.
Charlie takes one looks at the complex print-outs and tosses them
Woah. Sorry Stanley, I just had
my weave tightened and my head
is killing me. Be a pal and take
those over to Hinkleman, will ya?
MAGGIE, a cute young blonde now strolls by.
Hi guys. Did you have any luck
with those concert tickets
Stanley perks up at the sight of her.
I sure did. Friday night, just
like you wanted.
Oh, Stanley, that's wonderful.
What time should I pick you up?
Gee, I don't know. My best
girlfriend just got into town and
I know she'd love to go. Can we
get an extra ticket for her?
Well... uh, actually it's sold
out. I was kinda lucky to get
She's only going to be in town
a couple of days and I just can't
let her sit at home all alone.
Are you sure there isn't something
we can do?
Stanley considers the situation for a moment, then pulls the
tickets out of his pocket.
You know what? Here. You two
Oh Stanley, I couldn't do that.
No really. Go ahead. It's okay.
I hate concerts anyway. All that,
you know... music floating around.
Maggie snatches the tickets from Stanley's hand.
That is so sweet. Sheila's just
going to love this.
So maybe you and I can get
together over the weekend?
I'm not sure what's going on, but
just give me a call. You know
I like to be spontaneous.
Oh, sure. Me too.
Stanley Ipkiss, you are the nicest
Maggie gives him a quick air-kiss and hurries off to her teller's
The kiss of death. As soon as
they use the "N" word it's all
So maybe I am a nice guy. So
You are a rug. I am talking
astro-turf here. You're letting
these women sharpen their cleats
Hey, I'm a gentleman. If they
can't appreciate that, it's their
You spend too much time being
"nice" to a girl, you'll wind up
sittin' around listening to her
complain about the son of a bitch
she really loves.
Charlie, you are a very sick
Wake up, Stanley! These are the
nineties. We're dealing with an
entire generation of dysfunctional
love junkies. You can't romance
'em. You gotta confuse 'em. It's
the only thing that gets their
Let me demonstrate. You see that
girl over there?
Stanley looks over at the coffee service where an attractive
young WOMAN is pouring herself a cup of coffee.
(forgets his name)
That's right. Sorry.
Lisa, this may seem a little odd,
but my friend over there and I
were having this discusion and
I thought maybe you could settle
it for us.
I'll help out if I can.
Actually, I don't know... this
is kind of a personal question.
That's okay. Go ahead.
Alright. Just for the sake of
argument, if I wasn't a happily
married man... am I the kind of
guy you'd go out with?
Oh, um... I don't know.
Well... yeah. I guess I would.
Lisa, I have terrific news for
I'm not married! Is this perfect
or what? Listen, there's not a
lot of women willing to come right
out like that and admit they're
attracted to a guy, but...
Lisa SLAPS Charlie, turns on her heel, and marches off.
Jeez... make up your mind.
Stanley gives Charlie the fish eye as he returns.
Okay. Bad example. Some
of these women got so much baggage
they need an emotional sky cap.
I'll tell you what Stanley,
tonight I'm gonna take you on a
love safari, deep into the darkest
heart of the urban jungle.
And where's that?
The Monkey's Paw. Hottest new
club in town. It's a guaranteed
skirt alert and no dead beats
So how are we gonna get in?
Woah, do I detect a little
self-image problem there, buddy?
You just leave everything to me.
This, my friend is going to be
the perfect night on the town.
Suddenly a resounding peal of THUNDER rings out like the crack of
doom. Sheets of rain pour down on the bank's windows.
Pedestrians scramble for cover in the sudden downpour.
INT. BANK - FOYER
A young woman scurries into the bank holding a newspaper over her
head. She's soaking wet and pauses in the foyer to straighten
Charlie immediately notices her...
Hold the phone. Killer at three
Stanley follows his gaze.
CAMERA does a classic CHEESECAKE TILT-UP starting with the
woman's million dollar legs as she squeezes some of the water out
skirt... up past her body, which through her damp summer clothes
is undeniable proof that there is a God... up... up... to her
face as that
newspaper is tossed aside. She's a heart-stopping woman/child
with a Cupid's bow mouth and ice blue eyes. In other words she's
Big trouble, also known as TINA CARLYLE.
Charlie may as well have just seen the Virgin of Guadalupe.
Oh my god... A perfect dime. The
dame of dames. The Moby of my
Easy Charlie. You'll sprain your
Tina now enters and walks towards Stanley and Charlie.
Excuse me, where can I open a new
Charlie flashes his best 100 watt smile.
You've come to the right place,
ma'am. Just step right this way
and pull up a chair...
Charlie tries to steer Tina to his desk, but she's still
preoccupied with her damp clothing.
Oh, I'm sorry. I'm a complete
wreck. Will you hold this please?
She hands her shoulder bag to Stanley and peels off her wet
blazer, creating another awe-inspiring visual moment.
Here, let me take that for you.
Charlie clutches her jacket with white knuckles.
But Tina turns and sits at Stanley's desk; Charlie is stunned at
his near miss, but there's not a thing he can do about it.
So, uh, what kind of account did
you have in mind?
Well, I'm not sure exactly. I'm
just terrible with things like
that. That's an interesting tie
Ipkiss. Stanley Ipkiss...
Tina extends her hand.
Tina Carlyle. Pleased to meet
The, uh... pleasure's all mine.
Tina notices a box of Kleenex on Stanley's desk.
May I? I'm such a mess.
Oh... of course.
Tina takes out a compact and daintily blots the moisture from her
As I was saying about that tie. It's
like one of those, what do you
call them, ink blot tests.
A Rorschach test.
She twists open a tube of lip gloss andbegins to run it across
her incredibly lush liips.
That's it. It looks like... um.
A young woman riding bareback.
You know, like a Lady Godiva or
Really? I don't think I can...
She slowly runs a finger along Stanley's tie.
Or... if that's not a horse it
could be two lovers. A man and
a woman. That would be the woman
on top, of course.
She licks her lips and blots them on the Kleenex, leaving a
perfect kiss impression and drops it on Stanley's desk.
What do you see, Mr. Ipkiss?
Stanley starts to get uncomfortable under her gaze.
I don't know. ...Bold colors.
It's a power tie, y'know? They're
supposed to make you feel...
Does it work?
Sort of. It's just a tie. Now,
about that account.
as Tina drops her compact back in her shoulder bag and we see her
flick a red L.E.D. light on. She carefully adjusts the bag,
aiming a tiny
CAMERA LENS neatly concealed within it.
Tina's pointing the bag at the open bank vault that stands a
short distance from Stanley's desk.
C.U. - VIDEO MONITOR
displaying the shot of the vault that Tina is broadcasting.
WIDER - INT. MONKEY'S PAW NIGHT CLUB
DORIAN TYREL - a slick nouveau-mobster complete with diamond ear
stud and Matsuda jacket watches the video broadcast from his
sanctum; an eclectic post-modern playroom with an array of
electronic toys and minimalist gun racks.
Dorian sips nervously on a Yoo-Hoo as he watches the show.
That's it sweetheart. A little
to the right.
His two gunsels, SWEET EDDY and CHUN WOO are busy at the back of
the room playing air-hockey. Serious firepower is visible in
Hey, will you guys keep it down
Dorian's safe cracking expert, a black hip-hop artist named
DOCTOR FREEZE scribbles notes as he watches the screen with a
That's cool, man. Freeze it right
Dorian punches a button and the image freezes.
What do you think, Doctor?
Layout's not bad. We got us a
sweet little Perkins/Jenning time
lock. But them motion detectors
are putting the chill on my
Can you pull it off?
Hey, you're talkin' with the
Doctah, man. It's all about time
Yeah, well the meter's runnin'
on this one. We got less than
Not cool. What about the coin?
There's plenty. And I'll be happy
to invest your share.
What you talkin' about, man?
This isn't about the lousy couple
hundred thou' that's sitting in
that vault, Freeze. That's chump
Yeah? Then I'm chump number one,
We gotta expand your horizons
Doctor. Take a look.
Dorian pulls back a curtain. An amazingly gaudy building stands
on a pier across the river from Dorian's club. A huge sign across
reads: "Opening Soon Valhalla Casino".
The Valhalla Casino. Twenty mil
of glass, neon, booze and dice.
World class sucker bait. The
grand opening is Saturday night
and it will drive this two bit
club of mine out of existence.
But I say if you can't beat 'em,
take 'em over.
Yeah? That's Arnie the Swede's
place, man and he is one ice cold
meatball eatin' motha fucker.
Leave him to me. You pull off
this heist and I promise you,
it'll be all tits and champagne
from here on in.
EXT. RIVER - CULVERT - SUNSET
The Mask lies tangled in a rat's nest of seaweed and garbage
that's washed up in a culvert under a bridge.
A large WHARF RAT now creeps out along the garbage sniffing
curiously at its timeworn wooden surface. It takes a tentative
CLOSER - THE MASK
begins to SHIMMER... to vibrate with its own magical inner life.
The rat SQUEAKS and jumps back, disturbing the pile of garbage.
The Mask is dislodged and floats back out into the river. Camera
TILTS UP with the Mask as it follows the current into the dark
heart of the city.
EXT. CITY STREET - EARLY EVENING
Stanley and Charlie are riding along at breakneck speed in a taxi
Hold it up right here, please.
A gun port suddenly SLAMS open and the wild-eyed Albanian TAXI
DRIVER wheels about and cocks a huge .45 from his side of the
riddled partition as the cab continues to barrel through traffic.
Hold up?! No hold up! I keel
you very well! I splatter your
guts big time, Mr. Cowboy Man!
Stanley dives for cover.
No! No! He only wants you to
stop the cab!
The driver instantly SLAMS on the brakes, throwing his passengers
(now totally calm)
Hokay. Pardon you very much.
Charlie helps Stanley sit back up.
It's alright, Stanley.
I hate this town. I really hate
Why are you getting out here?
I gotta pick up my car.
Fine. Now don't forget. Ten
o'clock at the Monkey's Paw. I've
already got us lined up with a
couple of authentic dimes.
Stanley steps out of the cab.
Charlie, please. The last time
you said that you showed up with
two lesbian mud-wrestlers.
Well, I can't promise we'll get
that lucky again... Later!
With a SCREAM of tires the cab peels back out into traffic.
INT. RIPLEY'S AUTO FINISHING - EARLY EVENING
Stanley enters the grease spattered, cluttered garage and scans
the area for signs of life. We can hear the CLANK-CLANK-CRASH of
less than light-fingered automotive work in progress.
Stanley DINGS a little service bell sitting on a counter
plastered with naked playmate decoupage and Mrs. Power Tool '93
IRV, a lumbering unshaven behemoth of a man with permanently low-
slung refrigerator repairman pants, makes his way past half
carcasses towards Stanley.
Hang on. Hong on. Don't get your
panties in a twist.
BURT, a thinner version of Irv with Coke bottle glasses and a mop
of greasy hair, pops up from beneath a car, RIPS out of chunk of
wiring and holds it up to Irv.
Hey Irv, what the hell is this?
(eyes it carefully)
Ohh... I dunno. About seven
They both laugh evilly as Irv slaps Burt on the back. Irv makes
his way over to Stanley, still chuckling to himself.
Now what can I do for you, Bub?
I'm here for the Civic.
Japanese car, right? Kind of a
nasty pea soup green?
Well, they call it Emeral Forest,
Irv turns back to Burt.
Burt! Pea green Civic!
Burt pops back up from beneath the hood.
Green Civic... Green Civic. Oh
yeah! Brake drums are still on
order and I'm only halfway through
rebuilding the trans.
But I just brought it in for an
Yeah? Well you're lucky we caught
those other problems before they
caused some serious trouble.
Alright. Alright. When will it
Irv looks over at Burt, who gives him a "Make something up" look.
Come back tomorro...
(Burt shakes his head "no".)
...First thing next wee...
(Burt shakes again)
(Burt shakes an enthusiastic "yes".)
Yeah, first thing next month.
That's if we can get the parts.
What am I going to do in the
meantime? I can't afford to keep
taking cabs all over town.
Irv smiles a rotten-toothed smile.
Oh, hell... we can take care of
(to Burt archly)
Hey Burt, bring around the loaner.
And for you little buddy, only
ten bucks a day.
EXT. MONKEY'S PAW - NIGHT
The joint is jumping with musclehead BOUNCERS picking and
choosing from the crowd of terminally trendy WANNABE'S gathered
entrance. A light drizzle is falling.
A parade of swanky cars pulls up one by one as CAR HOPS scurry to
keep up with the flow;
A glistening pearlescent Rolls Royce.
A fire engine red Ferrari.
A classic two tone Corniche in tan and burgundy.
And finally a broken down Citroen in rust bucket red and spackle
gray RUMBLES up to the front of the club with a disgruntled
A car hop attempts to open the door, but it's rusted shut.
Stanley throws his shoulder into it and the door finally pops
open with a SCREECH of
metal. Stanley nearly tumbles out into the street.
He smiles nervously at a high class couple looking with disdain
at the eyesore-mobile. He pats the hood.
It's a classic.
The car hop jumps in and tries to throw the car into gear with a
horrible GRINDING. He finally waves over two other car hops who
it off down the street.
Hey, Stanley. Nice wheels. What
is that, a Rolls Canardley?
You know, a Rolls Canardley.
Rolls down one hill canardley roll
up the next.
(he cracks up)
We are not discussing the car,
Whatever you say, man.
Charlie gestures expansively towards the club.
What do you think? Pretty
terrific, huh? This place make
Sodom and Gomorrah look like
Stanley now notices a life-sized poster of Tina Carlyle standing
by the main entrance that reads "Featuring the Musical Stylings
of Miss Tina
Hey, isn't that...
Right. The wet dream from the
Hold on... I think I see my future
Two rather tacky looking GIRLS beckon Charlie from the crowd.
Hey Charlie! Charlie!
We're in luck. It's Barbie and
Doesn't it bother you that all
the women you know are named after
Barbie and Pebbles hurry over through the crowd.
We've been waiting out here for
hours. Can you get us in?
No, problemo. Ladies, this is my
pal Stanley Ipkiss.
Stanley's very influential in the
Charlie is truly in his element as he elbows his way through the
crowd dragging his entourage with him.
EXT. THE FRONT DOOR
Charlie finally makes through the crush of badies at the entry
way's velvet ropes and calls to one of the two hulking BOUNCERS
that guard the
Hey Bobby! Bobby, buddy. What's
Bobby completely ignores Charlie as he ushers a pasty faced ROCK
STAR and his underage TARTLET past the ropes.
(to the girls)
This will just take a second.
(to the other bouncer)
Yo Nick! It's me... Charlie!
Nick is also completely oblivious.
Forget it, Charlie. I refuse to
stand here waiting to be judged
by these power-mad steroid
How much cash you got on you?
You heard me. How much you got?
I dunno, fifty or sixty bucks.
Hand it over.
Hey, I'll pay you back! I'm only
carrying plastic. C'mon man, you
want to stand out here all night?
Stanley begrudgingly starts to count out some cash. Charlie
snatches the whole wad and elbows his way back around to the
(subtly flashing bills)
Bobby's uncanny tip radar suddenly lights up.
Charlie, how you doin' man? Long
time no see.
Bobby unsnaps the rope for Charlie and gets the cash handshake he
The crowd surges around Charlie, Barbie and Pebbles as they step
by, briefly cutting Stanley off.
He catches up just as the all-important rope is SNAPPED closed.
Hey, wait a minute! Charlie!
But Charlie and the girls have already been whisked inside.
Dorian now steps out of the club and begins to check Bobby's
I'm with them! Hey, Bobby!
But Bobby is back into his deaf and dumb routine. Stanley unsnaps
the rope himself and starts throgh. Bobby and BOUNCER #2
grab Stanley and quickly subdue him.
Hey! Leggo... awk!
Dorian glares at Stanley.
The bouncers drag Stanley through the crowd and unceremoniously
toss him out into the rain-slick street.
ANGLE ON THE STREET
Stanley slowly rises, smoothing out his disheveled clothing. A
horn BLARES and Stanley scrambles to one side as a limo swings
club's alleyway, splattering him with a wave of muddy water.
Stanley wipes the mud from his eyes just in time to see Tina
Carlyle escorted from the back of the limo by a CHAUFFEUR
carrying an umbrella.
She's shoe-horned into a heart-stopping red dress that's fighting
a losing battle to restrain her decolletage.
Their EYES MEET. Tina pauses as she recognizes him.
Oh... Stanley. Hi.
Stanley realizes he looks ridiculous but gives a pathetic little
wave hello anyway.
Are you okay?
Stanley gestures "no problem" and tries to strike a casual pose
against a street lamp, but slips and nearly falls.
With a SQUEAL of grinding gears and the KA-POW of a backfire, the
car hop pulls Stanley's battered loaner right up behind him.
Stanley flashes a last nervous smile at Tina, and digs for the
car hop's tip money... nothing.
He shrugs apologetically to the disgusted car hop and climbs in.
The car RATTLES, COUGHS the finally ROARS off in a cloud of
EXT. TAHOOCHIE BRIDGE - NIGHT
A forlorn looking spot on the outskirts of Edge City. We can hear
Stanley's car SPUTTERING and POPPING along before it actually
sight on the dark rain-slick street.
Stanley drives along in a miserable daze. Suddenly the engine
starts KNOCKING violently and the car dies.
Steam HISSES from the radiator as the car slowly rolls to a stop.
Stanley GRINDS the ignition key again and again trying futilely
to restart the
Finally, Stanley fights his way out of the rusted door with a
SQUEAL of metal, turns and kicks the bumper... which promptly
falls off with a
The front axle collapses, the tires fall off and the driver's
side door CLATTERS to the ground.
Stanley stands there staring at the steaming heap of useless
metal... his mind a complete blank.
He slowly turns, looking down at the black brackish water
swirling along beneath the Tahoochie Bridge. A wave of melancholy
him. Stanley plucks a button from his coat and watches as it
drops down... down to the river below.
Suddenly, something catches Stanley's eye... a BODY, floating
along in the darkness. He snaps back to reality.
Hey... Hey mister!
EXT. RIVER BANK
Stanley rushes down the slippery embankment beneath the bridge.
He spots the body dead ahead, floating along in the moonlight and
as fast as he can.
CAMERA DOLLIES with Stanley as he scrambles down the slope; a
black cat YOWLS as it races past him. He steps on and shatters a
discarded mirror, and he ducks under an old ladder that leans
against the bridge's foundation as he finally reaches the shore.
Stanley splashes into the waist deep water just in time to catch
the body as it floats by.
CLOSER - BODY
As Stanley grabs it, the "body" falls to pieces... revealing that
it's nothing but a trash bag, an old tire and some floating bits
of garbage all
clinging to the "head": an old wooden Mask.
Stanley shakes his head in disgust... some lifesaver.
Stanley inspects the Mask more closely; strange ritualistic
symbols carved into a puckish face with a leering grin and eerie
empty eye holes.
The faintest sound of a haunting "Mask SFX Theme" rises as
Stanley turns the Mask around and inspects the inside... slowly
closer and closer to his face. The surface of the Mask begins to
But then... RIBET! A frog jumps out of it, right into Stanley's
face. Stanley nearly loses his footing on the slippery river
Suddenly a blinding SPOTLIGHT shines down from the bridge and an
amplified voice calls out from a squad car.
Hey, you! What are you doing down
Stanley squints into the light, trying to think of a reasonable
I was just looking for...
(holds up Mask)
INT. MONKEY'S PAW - NIGHT
The club is closing up. WAITERS stack chairs on top of tables in
the B.G. as Tina gathers her sheet music from her PIANIST.
Thanks Reno, you're the greatest.
Tina crosses to the bar area where Dorian lounges with DR.
FREEZE, SWEET EDDY and CHUN WOO. Dorian toasts her as she pulls
up a bar
That was a great performance,
baby. But not as great as the
one you pulled off at the bank.
Yeah, well don't get used to it.
I'm not going to start running
cons for you again, Dorian. I'm
a singer now and that's it.
Dorian rolls his eyes at Freeze, "Get her".
Oh, really? And you had such a
red hot career before you latched
on to me?
Tina pours herself a drink.
Who latched on to who?
Get real, Tina. You'll do what
I say or I'll drop you back where
I found you, slingin' hash and
dodgin' horny peterbuilt drivers.
(downs a shot)
Don't push me, Nicky. I might
just take a walk I should have
taken a long time ago.
Easy, baby. Easy.
(to his men)
I love it when she gets pissed.
Dorian scoots over and puts an arm around Tina. She remains cool.
C'mere. You take a hike and who's
gonna kiss you like Dorian Tyrel.
Tina pours another shot.
Tina finally cracks a smile.
(pulls her close)
That's right, baby. C'mere.
Tina slowly leans in for a kiss, her lips softly parted... but
raises a finger to Dorian's lips, stopping him cold. She glances
over at Freeze.
Sorry. I never get personal in
front of the help.
Tina abruptly stands and exits as Freeze glares at her.
Dorian breaks into laughter.
That broad kills me.
She just might, man. The bitch
Dorian pours them all a drink.
C'mon Doctor, lighten up.
(raises his glass)
Here's to Edge City Bank.
May it crack like an egg on Easter
Their glasses CLINK.
EXT. APARTMENT BUILDING - NIGHT
The police car pulls up in front of Stanley's brownstone and he
wearily climbs out.
Okay, Mr. Ipkiss. Try to be a
little more careful next time.
The black and white pulls away and Stanley starts across the
A razor-cut DEATH'S HEAD PUNKER hops down from a fire escape in a
You a cop or something?
A half dozen other DEATH'S HEADS appear out of the shadows all
decked out in nipple chains, tattoos and other self-mutilation-
Uh... no. They just gave me a
A cop chauffeur? I never seen
that before. How about you boys?
The other Death's Heads pipe up with "Not Me," "Nope," "Pretty
special," etc. as they slowly surround Stanley.
Alright, you guys. It's been a
tough night. I haven't got any
money. I haven't got a car. All
I have is this and you're
welcome to it.
Stanley tosses Death's Head #1 the Mask.
He briefly inspects the funky looking antique, still slick with
river slime, then tosses it back. He approaches Stanley.
Hey, man. You got us all wrong.
We don't want any trouble. I was
just going to ask you for the
time. That's all. You got the
As Stanley pulls back his sleeve to check his watch, the Death's
Head flicks out a butterfly knife. With a FLASH of steel, he
through Stanley's watch band and snatches the watch.
(holding up his prize)
See, I only wanted the time! Heh,
All the punkers laugh like the half-wits they are as Death's Head
#1 shoves Stanley into Death's Head #2. #2 pushes him back across
to #3 and
so on. Stanley is roughly bounced back and forth more and more
violently within the circle of giggling street toughs. He finally
breaks free and
scrambles to his front door, still reeling with dizziness. He
fumbles with the key and SLAMS the door behind him as the Death's
Heads roar with
INT. APARTMENT BUILDING - NIGHT
Stanley's wet shoes SQUEAK as he tiptoes past -
APARTMENT "A" - MANAGER
A sign that reads "Quiet Please" hangs from the doorknob. Stanley
continues past it to Apartment "B". Just as he removes his keys -
Manager's door flies open and MRS. PEENMAN appears. She's an old
dragon in hair curlers who will probably live forever just to
Ipkiss! Do you have any idea what
time it is?
Reflexively, he looks at his (now empty) wrist.
It's three o'clock in the morning!
First, you wake up the entire
building laughing it up with your
pals. Then, you come in and start
My new carpet! Just look at that!
This is coming out of your
cleaning deposit Ipkiss!
Stanley, battered, bruised and soaking wet is deep in urban
Are you done?
I think I'll be going to bed now.
Mrs. Peenman SLAMS her door.
INT. STANLEY'S APARTMENT - CONTINUES
Small, full of books but very neat. A few cherished animation
cels from 1940s cartoons are framed on the wall. As Stanley locks
the door behind
him - he's greeted by MILO, a happy little terrie sized mutt with
a big heart.
Milo gets so excited he starts GAGGING and COUGHING.
Easy, buddy. I missed you too.
Stanley pats Milo on the rump, crosses his tiny kitchenette and
heads straight into...
Stanley's prized collection of "golden Age" Looney Tunes tapes
are neatly displayed on a simple bookshelf.
He tosses the Mask down on his bedside table, pops one of his
cherished Tex Avery cartoons into the V.C.R., plops down on his
starts to strip off his shoes and socks.
enters, holding a Frisbee in his mouth.
C'mon, Milo. I'm beat.
(to the dog YIPS)
Okay, okay. One throw.
Stanley tosses the Frisbee into the air. The disk sails...
OUT OF THE BEDROOM AND INTO THE HALLWAY
Milo runs it down, leaps up, and makes a perfect catch. He trots
back to the bedroom, and drops it in Stanley's lap.
Easy. This is the best part.
On the screen a cartoon dog ZZZIPS into frame and drops a
frizzing stick of dynamite down a bad guy's pants. KA-BOOM! The
Suddenly there is a POUNDING on the wall that rattles Stanley's
framed cartoon cels.
Sorry Mrs. Peenman.
With a sigh, he ejects the tape and a much quieter talk show POPS
on. Larry King and a guest.
Stanley rises and crosses into the bathroom to wash up.
ANGLE ON T.V.
King's guest, Dr. Arthur Neuman, is replying to a caller.
That's correct. The truth is we
all wear masks, metaphorically
speaking. We repress the Id...
our darkest desires and hide
behind a more socially acceptable
image of ourselves in order to
cope with the frustrations of our
day to day lives.
Stanley's only half listening though the open bathroom door as he
brushes his teeth.
Think I'm repressed, Milo?
Stanley tries a couple of fierce expressions in the bathroom
mirror, his mouth foaming with toothpaste.
Milo does that doggie-head-cocked-sideways "What the hell?" look.
He spits and rinses.
ANGLE ON T.V.
as King wraps it up, displaying the doctor's book.
The book is "The Masks We Wear,"
by Dr. Arthur Neuman. Thank you
Stanley pops off the T.V.with his remote.
No thank you, Dr. Neuman.
As he buttons up his P.J.s, Stanley notices Milo warily sniffing
at the strange Mask, which is still lying on the bedside table. A
SHIMMER crosses its surface. Milo WHIMPERS and quickly hops off
We now begin to hear the "Mask Theme"... echoes of the POUNDING
Viking drums... growing louder. Haunting whispery VOICES seem to
call to Stanley as he slowly crosses to the bedside. He picks up
the Mask and turns it over in his hands running his fingers
across the time
work wood. The music builds...
He turns back to the bathroom mirror and slowly raises the Mask
to his face. Milo watches apprehensively from beneath the bed.
For an instant - the MASK SHRINK WRAPS like a vacuum over
Stanley's head. We hear the PIERCING MASK SFX.
Then, a beat later, the Mask is off with a POP. The SFX STOP.
Stanley studies the old mask, then his own face in the mirror.
Everything's status quo. It must have been his imagination.
He puts the Mask on again - firmly this time. Milo dives under
the bed as...
AN INCREDIBLE METAMORPHOSIS BEGINS:
RUBBERY WOODEN WHIPS shoot out of the Mask and wrap around
Stanley's head - locking the Mask in place.
STANLEY'S PAJAMAS magically reweave themselves... growing in all
HIS HEAD THROBS AND EXPANDS, turning lime green as it unites with
STANLEY GRABS HIS HEAD - His body begins to move uncontrollably.
Spinning faster and faster like a gyroscope. The SFX get loonier
and loonier as he becomes...
A HUMAN TORNADO. Stanley's words are almost unintelligible as his
voice jumps one, two, five octaves.
A HAND reaches out of the twister and locks onto the bedpost. The
whirlwind SCREECHES to a halt, causing sparks and smoke to rise
the singed carpet. The smoke clears revealing...
THE MASK CREATURE
He's dressed in a snazzy zoot suit - a distortion of the paisley
material of Stanley's pajamas.
The head is no longer Stanley's. It's large, bald and bright
green. The huge bug-eyes glow with mischief. The nose is small,
bony and beaked.
The mouth and teeth are enormous and gleaming white as he breaks
into a learning grin.
The overall effect is devilishly loony, but not altogether
unhuman. In fact, there's something downright charming about him.
The Mask checks himself out in the mirror and likes what he sees.
He SNAPS his bow tie with a crazy gleam in his eyes.
THE MASK (CONT.)
It's party time!
INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT
Trying to ber VERY, VERY quiet, the Mask tiptoes down the
darkened corridor. The floor makes a barely audible CREEEEK as
the Mask steps
with exaggerated care pst APARTMENT "A" with it's little "Quiet
Please" sign. He raises a finger to his lip, making the "SHUSH"
Suddenly - and unexplicably - a ringing ALARM CLOCK leaps out of
Stanley/Mask's pocket and starts jittering down the hall.
Stanley/Mask tries to snag the clock, but it bounces away every
time. Frustrated, he pulls a full sized SLEDGEHAMMER from his
starts POUNDING the floor in an effort to stop the clock.
Glancing blows shatter the clock face and most of the works, but
those bells just keep
The hammer, of course, slams craters the size of manhole covers
into the floor and reverberates through the building like
The door bursts open and Mrs. Peenman's angry face pops out
covered in blue mud pack and framed in curlers. She gets one look
at the Mask
with his oversized carnival mallet raised over his head and
SCREAMS bloody murder.
The Mask SCREAMS in response, his eyes bugging out on stalks and
his mouth expanding to the size of a tuba in mock horror.
Mrs. Peenman's door SLAMS shut and reopens a beat later as she
appears cocking an enormous shotgun.
Easy lady! I was just killin'
The Mask starts ricocheting off the walls HOOTING maniacal
laughter as Mrs. Peenman lets loose with both barrels. KA-BOOM.
The Mask bounces off walls as Mrs. Peenman continues to blast
away, and finally leaps straight out the window. KEE-RASH.
EXT. APARTMENT - NIGHT
Sending his body SAILING our through the air towards the street
seven stories below.
EXT. CITY STREET - NIGHT
SPLAT. Stanley/Mask lands face up in the middle of the street. He
slow... painfully starts to rise as a STREET CLEANING machine
corner and RUNS DIRECTLY OVER HIM. The machine disappears down
the street as we HOLD on Stanley/Mask's flattened body.
He raises one arm, grabs himself by the head and peels himself
off the street. He shakes himself out with one sharp CRACK and
zoot suit. He's shocked to find a tiny SPOT on his sleeve.
Hey! You missed a spot!
As if on cue, a SECOND street cleaning machine SLAMS into him and
RUNS OVER HIM AGAIN. This time he reinflates himself back into 3-
by blowing into his thumb and hops up.
And next time, no starch!
Fully recovered, Stanley/Mask starts down the street, strutting
like a prize fighter.
Death's Head punker #1 hops down from his fire esscape behind the
DEATH'S HEAD #1
...You got the time?
The Mask turns to see he is surrounded by the Death's Head
punkers. He seems to be delighted by their presence, but now that
they see his
face, they're totally freaked.
Why of course, Cubbie. I got all
the time in the world!
He whips out his forearm (which grows large for emphasis cartoon-
style). It's covered with crazily spinning watches, CHIMING
and sun dials.
London, Paris, Rome, standard,
substandard and no standards at
all! And for our English friends
we have... Big Ben!
DEATH'S HEAD #1
Stanley/Mask KICKS a nearby street post, snapping it in half and
sending a large decorative street clock PLUMMETING into the
KA-BONG! It completely obliterates Death's Head #1. The other
gang members jump back in shock as the Mask races around the
DEATH'S HEAD #2
The Death's Heads pull out nasty homemade weapons and race around
the corner into the alleyway.
They come to a screeching halt as they discover Stanley/Mask
dressed as a carnival barker. Multicolored lights and Calliope
music come from
out of nowhere.
And for my next trick...
Long pink and blue balloons appear in Stanley/Mask's hands and he
instantly goes into a frenzy of twisting and knotting them into
elaborate balloon sculpture. SQUEAK. SQUEAK. SCREECH.
The Death's Heads are too stunned by the severe weirdness of all
this to do anything but stand there and stare. (These guys were
scientists in the first place.)
And viola! We have a giraffe!
Sure enough, he's created a first rate balloon sculpture. He
hands it to the biggest, dumbest Death's Head, who grins like a
little kid upon
The Mask instantly goes into another flurry of motion, sculpting
more balloons. SCREECH POP.
A few more twists of the wrist
and for you, Cubbie.
He hands this next prize to Death's Head #3.
A French poodle! And finally my
He goes into another flurry of motion.
E.C.U. - BALLOON
As the Mask pulls the ends of the knotted balloon, it straightens
out and MORPHS into...
A Tommy gun!
A real one! He immediately sprays the Death's Heads with hot
The greasy punkers dive for cover and scramble out of the alley
under a hail of bullets.
Stanley/Mask tosses the gun aside, intoxicated with his newfound
Wait a minute. This is
incredible! Why, with these
powers I could be a superhero!
I could fight crime... Work for
C.U. - THE MASK
EXT. RIPLEY'S AUTO FINISHING - NIGHT
It's late, but there's still a light on inside.
INT. GARAGE - NIGHT
Burt and Irv, both woozy from drink, attempt to finish a card
game. A dozen empty beer bottles and two half eaten chili dogs
adorn the table.
Irv takes a big bite of his chili dog and pauses to regard it
like a true connoisseur.
Now these are serious chili dogs.
I know. Here's the proof...
(lets out a long BUUURP)
Aaah. Even tastier the second
Irv leans forward and sticks out his index finger.
Hey Burt, pull on my finger.
No way, man.
No, really. Go ahead.
Irv raises a leg anyway and rips off a nasty fart. BRAAAP!
That, my friend is the sweet smell
No style. I give it a five tops.
Okay, how about... Soprano.
Irv shifts his weight and hits an amazing high note. PWEEEEEP!
Burt is impressed in spite of himself.
Fine muscle control.
And now for my grand finale,
THX... The audience is listening!
Irv lets one loose in perfect sensurround.
Suddenly the front door EXPLODES inward. Stanley/Mask stands
there SILHOUETTED like a gunfighter from a Clint Eastwood movie.
Irv squints into the light, unable to make out the mysterious
Hey, 40 watt... we're closed!
Ah... but you're here.
What I mean is...
He lets loose a sneaker to help make his point. POOOOT.
Nobody's here that wants to
Stanley/Mask now steps into the light.
But I'm here to help you.
Burt and Irv's eyes go wide as they get a better look at their
nemesis. Fear loosens Irv's sphincter and a last feeble bit of
gas escapes with a
Stanley/Mask whirls about with a flourish and pulls two gleaming
mufflers from the wall.
Sounds like you have a little
exhaust problem there!
There's a mad gleam in his eyes as he spins the mufflers like two
huge pistols and SNAPS them to a halt.
We better do a few touch ups
before you have some serious
The Mask TWIRLS out of frame like a human tornado.
Camera PUSHES IN past Burt and Irv's shocked expressions into an
E.C.U. of the garage's bare light bulb as it JIGGLES on its wire.
We can't see the mayhem, but we can hear wacky/bizarre sound F.X.
as the Mask whirls about the garage. WHIZ! SCREECH! BANG! AHOOGA!
BURT AND IRV
No!... Wait! Eeeeeyaah!
SLOW DISSOLVE TO:
As that light bulb becomes the morning SUN peaking over Edge
City's skyline. CAMERA PULLS BACK through Stanley's bedroom
INT. STANLEY'S APARTMENT - BEDROOM - DAWN
Stanley slowly awakens. He grabs his head and moans, looking and
feeling completely hung over. Then suddenly he remembers - and
out of bed with a start.
He looks in the mirror, touching his face. It's the same old
Stanley. He looks at his paisley PJ's. Same old PJ's.
He picks up the mask. Same old mask.
A dream... It was only a dream.
Stanley starts to relax. There's a KNOCK at the door.
INT. HALLWAY - DAWN
Stanley's greeted by LT. KELLAWAY (50). This hound-dog of a cop
can't help but stare at Stanley's garish pajamas.
Nice PJ's pal.
Can I help you?
You're Ipkiss? Stanley Ipkiss?
Some kind of prowler broke in and
attacked Mrs. Peenman.
Really? I didn't hear a thing.
Then you must be a pretty sound
sleeper, Ipkiss 'cause she
unloaded a couple rounds of 20
ott buckshot five feet from your
Kellaway swings Stanley's door open wider to give him a better
view of the damage. Mrs. Peenman stands there in the hall
tearfully speaking to
Stanley is flabbergasted to see:
C.U. - The shotgun blasts in the walls.
C.U. - The pot holes left from the mallet.
C.U. - The shattered remains of the wacky alarm clock.
All flashbacks from last night!
Stanley quickly pulls himself together.
That's... a, possible. See, I
have this inner ear problem.
(wiggles a finger in his ear vigorously)
Sometimes I can't hear a thing.
Is that a fact?
Kellaway leans closer to speak more loudly, but catches himself
and shoots Stanley a dirty look.
He hands Stanley his card.
Here. You remember anything
unusual about last night, anything
at all, call me.
Stanley SLAMS the door and throws his body against it, his heart
pounding in his chest. Milo gives him that curious
Milo, it was real! How could it
all be... real?
Stanley suddenly notices the clock on the wall.
Oh my god. I'm late!
He races into the bedroom.
Kellaway is taking notes as patiently as he can from Mrs.
Look, Mrs. Peenman, you gotta
admit your description is pretty
tough to swallow.
Then you can choke on it for all
I care. I saw what I saw.
(refers to notes)
A green head the size of a
pumpkin, purple zoot suit and
spats. That's a pretty serious
fashion risk for any
self-respecting second story man.
An OFFICER now hurries up the steps all out of breath.
Lt., we just got an emergency call
from a mechanic on 67th Street.
Some kind of assault and battery.
Sound pretty bad.
Alright. Dont' worry Mrs.
Peenman, we'll find this guy for
you. Officer Deluca here has a
few forms you'll have to fill out.
INT. STANLEY'S APARTMENT
Stanley rushes around the apartment, but he can't find his keys
anywhere. He finishes tying his tie as he searches.
Milo! Keys! Keys!
INT. LIVING ROOM - SAME TIME
Milo's ears prick. He leaps up and immediately starts sniffing
around. He pulls a cushion off the sofa and emerges with the keys
just as Stanley
comes out, briefcaase in hand.
He pets his dog, takes his keys and starts out the door... but he
pauses to take a last look at the mask... It's eerie black eye
holes and devilish
grin seem to mock him.
On sudden impulse, he grabs it, hurls it out the balcony's
sliding glass door and exits.
SLOW-MO - THE MASK
Sailing end over end through the air.
As the mask flies out into the sir, a sudden wind kicks up.
The mask arcs back toward the building like a boomerang and lands
balanced precariously on a narrow ledge. Its mocking grin seems
EXT. RIPLEY'S AUTO FINISHING - DAY
The place looks like it's been hit by cartoon graffiti
guerrillas: Everything's printed in polka-dots, checks, tartan,
"Ripley Auto Finishing" sign hangs askew over the doorway.
Letters have been sprayed out to read "Rip Off!"
Several REPORTERS and curious ONLOOKERS stand nearby as Kellaway
and his men take it all in. PARAMEDICS appear wheeling Burt and
Irv out of the building on two gurneys.
They're both in severe discomfort and look more like cars than
men: Bodies spray painted metallic colors, hood ornaments glued
foreheads, wire rims under each limb, and gleaming four foot long
mufflers sticking out of their rear ends.
They wince in pain at each tiny bump of the gurney.
BURT AND IRV
Ah!... Eeeh!... Ooh!
Paramedic #3 speaks into his emergency radio-phone as Burt and
Irv are loaded into the van.
I want a proctologist standing
by! Yeah, you heard me! The best
one you can find.
An OFFICER steps out of the building and approaches Kellaway.
We were able to get a description
Lt., but it's pretty weird.
Let me guess... Big green head.
How did you...
Whoever this guy is, he's a world
PEGGY BRANDT, an attractive young woman in her mid twenties,
appears besides the other reporters and approaches Kellaway,
Excuse me, Lt., I'm with the
Evening Star. Can you tell me
what happened here?
Sorry. Too early to comment.
It looks like some kind of mob
I said no comment. Now break it
up. This is a crime scene.
As the officers disperse the reporters and other onlookers, Peggy
slips away from the group. Even though it's closed off with
tape, Peggy slips inside the garage.
INT. MECHANIC'S OFFICE - DAY
The empty garage has been turned into a topsy-turvy nightmare.
The same cartoon paint job covers the walls. Peggy looks around,
through some papers scattered all over the floor. Nothing.
Then she spies the COMPLAINT BOX. Peggy opens it and pulls out a
HANDFUL of pink "comment" slips. She looks at them. Almost all of
them are from one customer - STANLEY IPKISS.
INT. BANK - DAY
Stanley, still looking rumpled and unshaven, hurriedly takes off
his coat and powers up his computer. Charlie steps over to his
desk carrying a
What happened to you last night?
The girls and I were looking all
over for you.
I uh, didn't feel so good. I
decided to go home early.
As a matter of fact, you don't
look so good. You got to take
better care of yourself, man.
How was the club?
Are you kidding? It was hotter
than a pistol. Did you see the
Your girlfriend got a great
Chralie flips open the Entertainment section of the Evening Star.
There's a great close-up of Tina singing her heart out with the
"Bombshell Explodes at Monnkey's Paw."
MR. DICKEY, the smarmy office manager who is younger than
Stanley, now appears.
Ipkiss! You're forty minutes
late! Every time you do that
you're robbing this bank of its
time and money!
Sorry, Mr. Dicky. It won't
If you weren't so busy ogling
girlie pictures you'd get some
work done around here.
Ah... She's a prospective client
of Stanley's, sir.
(sudden attitude change)
She is? Well... Next time she
comes in see that you send her
directly to my office.
Yes sir, Mr. Dickey.
Dickey tosses the paper back on Stanley's desk and marches off
through the bank.
Look at that little creep. If
it wasn't for his daddy he'd be
out somewhere shakin' down school
kids for lunch money.
Stanley toys with the Kleenex that bears Tina's lipstick "kiss".
You think she ever will come back,
Who knows? Forget about her,
Stanley. A dame like that is
always looking for the B.B.D.
The bigger better deal. Ask her
what her sign is and she'll say
You don't know that. She's an
artist. Maybe she's sensitive.
Yeah. She can sense a guy's
credit line at two hundred yards.
Stanley, you need a girl you can
depend on. Someone a little more
down to earth... someone like...
ANGLE ACROSS THE BANK
as Peggy Brandt stops by a teller's window, looking sharp and
pretty in a blazer and jeans.
Excuse me, can you tell me where
I can find Stanley Ipkiss?
BACK TO CHARLIE
Like her! Someone like her.
As a matter of fact I could use
someone like her myself.
(rises as Peggy approaches)
Hel-lo there. May I be of some
Charlie begrudgingly points to Stanley.
Hi. I'm Peggy Brandt. I'm with
the Evening Star.
Oh, hi. I already have a
Oh no, actually I just wanted to
ask you a few questions.
Really? About what?
Ripley Auto Finishing. You're
a customer of theirs aren't you?
I... uh. No. I think you must
have made a mistake.
Peggy produces one of the complaint slips.
Isn't this a form of theirs you
Oh, that Ripley Auto. I guess
I have stopped in there once or
twice, Miss... what did you say
your name was?
Wait a minute... Peggy Brandt of
You printed my letter last year,
remember? "Nice Guys Finish
You're Mr. Nice Guy? Stanley do
you realize how much mail we got
about that letter? There's
hundreds of women out there who
are looking for a man just like
Are you serious?
Of course. DO you know how hard
it is to find a decent man in this
town? Most of them think monogamy
is some kind of wood.
Why are you covering this story?
They cut my salary. I just can't
make it by on "Dear Peggy"
anymore. The truth is, I want
to be a real reporter and if I
can break this story I know
they'll let me.
Look Stanley, I know Ripley Auto
is a crooked operation. They may
even have had ties to the Mob.
I'm not out to get you. I just
want the truth.
I wish I knew the truth, Peggy.
I really do.
EXT. MONKEY'S PAW ENTRANCE - AFTERNOON
A well dressed MAN checks from beneath his sunglasses to see
nobody's watching and RAPS on the door. It opens and he quickly
INT. DORIAN'S OFFICE
Sweet Eddy escorts him inside. The man removes his glasses and
glances about nervously. Dorian sits at his desk. Dr. Freeze and
are going over an array of high tech burglary equipment laid out
on the air hockey table.
Good afternoon, Councilman Snell.
Nice of you to drop by.
Cut the crap. Dorian. What's so
important that I had to come here
Dorian gazes out the window to the Valhalla Casino.
I got a little job for you, Tom.
I want you to pull the Swede's
That's impossible. He was
approved six months ago.
Pull a few strings. Find
something in the fine print. I
don't care how you do it, but do
it. You owe me.
I owe you nothing, you little
piece of shit. I got your
liquor license when nobody else
Dorian suddenly EXPLODES, overturning his desk and sending Snell
tumbling backwards. In less than a heartbeat, he grabs Snell by
ffront, SLAMS him up against the wall, SMASHES a whiskey bottle
and presses the jagged edge to his throat.
Snell hangs there whimpering. Dorian has a crazed look in his
eyes as he gazes at the Councilman's lapel.
That's pretty. What is that, a
Snell nods. Dorian takes a deep whiff.
Nice. Hey, Eddy... call my
florist. Two dozen pink
carnations to Mrs. Snell with my
regrets over her husband's
Tears begin to well up in Snell's eyes.
No... please. I can do it. I
can make it happen.
Dorian eases back... brushes off Snell's coat.
That's smart. You're a very smart
man. Now pull yourself together.
Look at you.
Dorian picks up an Uzi from Dr. Freeze's equipment.
Shut the Swede down, Snell. We'll
buy him out cheap with a little
collateral the bank is about to
(looks at his men)
And Gentlemen... we are going to
be in the casino business.
EXT. STANLEY'S BROWNSTONE - NIGHT
Distant sirens can be heard over the occasional sound of a
gunshot. It's a reasonably peaceful night in Edge City.
INT. STANLEY'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
CAMERA SLOWLY PANS off of Tina's picture, which is now taped to
Stanley's dresser mirror... to Stanley himself as he tosses and
turns in a
fitful sleep. Milo lies curled up at the foot of the bed. He
looks concerned over the little noises Stanley is making in his
CAMERA PUSHES INTO AN E.C.U. of Stanley as we
DISSOLVE THROUGH INTO:
STANLEY'S DREAM - a 1940s noir-style montage:
Huge soft-lit faces loom over him, one dissolving into the
next... Tina, luminous and breathtaking speaks under heavily
Or it could be two lovers.
That would be the woman on top,
Charlie looms up out of the darkness.
Forget her, Stanley. Ask her what
her sign is and she'll say dollar.
Mr. Dickey appears, glaring down angrily at Stanley.
Every time you're late Ipkiss,
you're robbing this bank!
The shrink from the "larry King Show" floats by on a cloud of
We must repress our Id... our
deepest darkest desires.
Finally Tina again standing beside the limo as she was that night
in the Monkey's Paw alley:
Hey, are you okay.
Stanley stands at the curb, but this time he's not splattered
with mud. He's decked out in first class Armani and looks suave
as hell. He looks
straight into her eyes.
I am now. C'mere, baby.
She runs to his arms and they embrace in a passionate kiss. But
Tina suddenly pulls back and begins rapidly licking Stanley's
ear... which is
E.C.U. - STANLEY
Stanley suddenly realizes Milo is licking his ear... and he's
just woken up.
He pushes Milo away, tosses back the covers and rises out of bed.
It's still the dead of night and Stanley is all in a huff from
He spots Tina's clipping on his dresser mirror and rips it off,
upset with himself.
Stupid, stupid. She'd never...
Stanley wheels about and to his complete surprise sees...
Through his bedroom window, propped up on the fourth story ledge.
Its leering grin seems to beckon Stanley as we begin to hear the
POUNDING beat of the Mask F.X. theme.
stands transfixed, staring at the moonlit face. He can almost
hear echos of faint whispered VOICES calling his name. A deadly
siren song above
the pounding drums.
He backs away from the window.
E.C.U. - THE MASK
shimmers as the WHISPERS grow louder.
takes a last look at the crumpled picture of Tina in his hand and
finally loses control. He bolts from the room.
EXT. BALCONY - NIGHT
Stanley is a driven man as he makes his way out onto the narrow
ledge. Milo tugs at his pajama leg, but Stanley kicks him away
and climbs out
over the ledge.
Stanley wavers precariously on the crumbling masonry, then
catches his balance. His face is bathed in sweat as he gazes at
the leering face.
F.X. music THUNDERS in his head.
Stanley tries to steady himself, his eyes transfixed on his
Just... one... last... time.
He lurches back out and makes his way one shaky step at a time
towards the mask.
watches from the apratment window, whimpering softly.
C.U. - THE LEDGE
Narrow masonry begins to crumble.
carefully reaches down, his fingers just brushing the mask as he
teeters out over nothingness. Night traffic whizzes by down
SCREAMS as he begins to fall, jamming the mask to his face.
The window suddenly EXPLODES inwards as the whirling Stanley/Mask
tornado bursts into the room. Milo dives for cover.
The tornado scorches the rug as it wheels around the room, then
SCREECHES to a halt, revealing the Mask in his full glory. He
strikes a grand
entrance pose with his arms held high.
I gotta be me! I just gotta be me!
He ZZZIPS into the bathroom
The Mask sticks the picture of Tina on the bathroom mirror and
blows her a kiss.
(a'la Big Bopper)
Oooooh Bay-bee. I knoooooows what
He sprouts a couple of extra arms as he madly brushes his teeth,
sprays on cologne and bats himself with a powder puff all at
He ZZZIPS into the bedroom.
The Mask stands before a full length mirror and checks himself
out. With a magical "hands are quicker than the eye" move, he
wardrobe instantly... now posing in an effete fashion victim Don
The G.Q. look?... Naw.
In a TWINKLING he's changed again: now in MTV Rapper-style over-
sized jeans and backwards baseball cap.
(shakes his head)
For buttonheads only.
He changes again in a flash... This time he's naked except for
his Calvin Klein underwear (his stomach muscles appear super-cut
Marky Mark, eat your heart out.
He changes one last time and appears in a wild banana yellow zoot
suit complete with a snap brim fedora. That's the ticket!
S-s-s-mokin! Now let's see...
The Mask quickly searches his pockets. He pulls his pants pockets
inside out and a moth flutters out.
What? Seems to be a minor cash
flow problem here! I don't like
to keep a lady waiting, but...
(points a finger in the air)
First things first!
The Mask ZZZIPS out of frame.
EXT EDGE CITY BANK - NIGHT
The street is quiet and empty, except for a Dipsy Doodle Diaper
delivery van parked across from the bank.
Crowded with Dorian's men, it's been set up as a makeshift
control room for the robbery. Dr. Freeze SLAPS a clip in his 9mm
and looks down
through the van's false bottom to Sweet Eddy, who is standing in
an open manhole working on a bundle of underground wiring.
What's the E.T.A.?
Another five minutes.
Freeze synchronizes his watch.
Counting down... now.
Freeze presses a button on the side of a miniaturized headset
DR. FREEZE (CONT.)
Lookin' good here, my man.
INTERCUT - DORIAN'S OFFICE
He sits at his desk, speaking into a high tech walkie talkie. In
the B.G. Dorian's wall-mounted video monitors display live shots
of the club in full
Nice work, Freeze. You boy are
on your own now. I've got to make
sure I'm seen downstairs.
DR. FREEZE (V.O.)
Do it, man. The Doctah is about
Freeze turns to his men.
(cocks his gun)
Let's do our duty and grab the
The burglars gather their gear when suddenly the bank alarm
Freeze looks down the hole to Sweet Eddy.
DR. FREEZE (CONT.)
What the hell you doin', fool?
Nothing! I didn't do nothing!
(to the others)
C'mon! You keep that motor
Freeze and company race across the street with guns drawn.
ANGLE ON THE BANK DOORS
Freeze and Chun Woo flatten themselves on either side of the door
as Burglar #4 drops to one knee and quickly picks the lock.
Suddenly the glass doors EXPLODE wide open as a HUMAN WHIRLWIND
bursts out of the bank, shoots right past them and zig-zags up
street. Twenty dollar bills slowly drift down onto the stunned
robbers in its wake.
In an instant the whirlwind does a U-turn, zig-zag races back up
to them and SCREECHES to a halt. The Mask, still in his banana
yellow zoot suit
and carrying huge sacks of money like Santa Claus, plucks those
stray twenties from the air, one, two, three.
Sorry, fellas. Waste not want
And ZZZOOM, he's off again. HOOTING laughter like a maniac.
Freeze pulls his gun.
Get that sucker!
Two cop cars now SQUEAL around the corner, their sirens blaring
and ROAR up the street at the bank robbers.
The robbers race back to the van, dive inside and PEEL OUT. The
police open fire as they roar after them in hot pursuit. Bullets
tear into the
van, blowing out the rear windows.
EXT. MONKEY'S PAW
The die-hard crowd of TRENDIES is piled up outside as usual
clamoring to get in. But a buzz of excitement begins to travel
through the crowd
as one by one they notice...
But not just any limousine. As it slowly pulls up by the front of
the club we realized it's long... longer... the longest limousine
we'vve ever seen.
Finally the passenger door rolls into sight and the limo comes to
The door bursts open and out leaps the Mask.
Ah... my public!
The crowd parts like the Red Sea as the Mask sashays to the front
door. Bobby the Bouncer gets one look at the Mask and actually
Er, uh... Are you on the list?
No, but I believe my friends are.
(fans a wad of cash)
Jackson, Lincoln and Roosevelt.
He tosses a handful of loot in the air and struts into the club
as the crowd scrambles for the cash.
INT. MONKEY'S PAW
This is the first time we've gotten a good look at the place and
it's a real eyeful. CAMERA BOOMS DOWN TO REVEAL its wild tropical
complete with live exotic birds in huge indoor Banyon trees.
WAITRESSES in leopard skin leotards make their way across the
floor with trays full of oversized tropical drinks.
CAMERA ENDFRAMES as the hostess seats Dorian at his favorite
ringside table and removes the "reserved" sign. The lights dim an
go to the bandstand.
ANGLE OF THE BANDSTAND
A spotlight hits the stage and tropical ferns part like a
gigantic fan revealing...
in a glittering gown that's made of little more than sequins and
mesh. If there were such a thing as fashion police this dress
would be arrested
for disturbing the peace.
She talks/sings the intro of her number a capella.
There's all kinds of men
In this old world
That seek the affections
Of a beautiful girl.
But of the men from
Which to choose
There's only one type
That I... ap...aprooove.
And now the band slides in, in classic torch song style as Tina
sings "Checks Appeal". She works the room throughout the song,
men crazy as she lingers by each table.
You can keep your cowboys
on the farm
The gigolos don't make me warm
It's mink my fingers
crave to feel
I need a man with checks appeal.
The Mask is seated at a table on the other side of the club and
immediately reacts when he lays eyes on Tina.
His eyes BUG OUT on stalks, an AHOOGA horn sounds and his heart
starts POUNDING wildly, shooting two feet out of his chest with
beat. Customers at nearby tables are astonished.
Pretty boys are such a bore
There's manly macho types galore
But you'll always know
The diamond's real
If you've got a man with checks appeal.
The Mask snatches a bottle off a passing WAITRESS' tray and sucks
it down in one gulp. His head VIBRATES like an electric paint
WWWOOOING! He CLAPS both hands on his head to hold it still.
Sweet Eddy looks nervous as hell as he appears beside Dorian.
What the hell are you doing here?
We got trouble. You better come
Dorian immediately rises and hurries through the corwd towards
ANGLE ON THE MASK
as he continues to ogle Tina. His face now elongates into a
wolf's. He HOWLS, WHISTLES, pounds his fist on the table and
stomps his foot on
Don't want to see too fanatic
But dollar signs are so romantic
I want a love
That's deep and real
Just with a man that's got...
The audience goes crazy. Tina takes a bow.
Suddenly the Mask ZZZIPS around the perimiter of the club, leaps
up on top of the piano and SNAPS his fingers. A spotlight hits
Let's rock this joint!
He grabs the stuffy, tuxedoed PIANIST'S stool and spins it hard.
When the pianist stops twirling, he been transformed into a hip,
BE-BOPPER who immediately starts pounding out a mean BOOGIE-
The Mask produces a conductor's baton from thin air, spins around
and magically whips the rest of the band into a frenzy, WAILING
driving rock 'n roll tune.
Satisfied with the music, the Mask leaps down onto the dance
floor, grabs the astonished Tina and drags her off her feet into
a wild special
watches amazed as...
THE MASK AND TINA
put Fred and Ginger to shame. Jiving away at warp speed, the Mask
movves like a combination of Gumby and Barishnikov. He SHOOTS
beneath his legs, SNAPS her back into midair, SPINS her like a
baton and hits the floor in the splits without missing a beat.
INT. DORIAN'S OFFICE
Dorian and Sweet Eddy enter to find Dr. Freeze, sitting there,
gasping in pain with a bar towel pressed against a bloody wound
in his side.
What the hell happened to you?
I'll be okay. Nobody puts the
chill on Freeze.
Where's the money?
Deal went south, Bro'. Someone
else hit the place before we did.
Don't know. Dude looked like
a freakin' goblin or something.
Next thing we know there's cops
all over us, man.
Where's Chun Woo?
Takin' a dirt nap. It was bad,
man. Real bad.
I need a smoke.
Dorian taps out a cigarette, places it between Dr. Freeze's lips
and lights it... but the flame doesn't draw.
The cigarette tumbles from Freeze's mouth.
Dorian glances back up and sees that Dr. Freeze's eyes are glazed
over in death.
Dorian leaps to his feat and hurls his chair across the room in
anger. It SMASHES the mirror over his bar.
Son of a bitch! Who did this
Eddy is staring at Dorian's T.V. monitor. On it the Mask can
still be seen in the midst of his wild dance with Tina.
That's him... That's the guy!
Dorian grabs a .45 from his desk, checks the barrel and jams it
in his coat.
INT. DANCE FLOOR
The Mask spins Tina all around him like a top and then SHOOTS her
straight up into the air.
Amazingly, she continues somersaulting at the apex of her ascent,
suspended in mid-air by her magical momentum.
stands there nonchalantly filing his nails, whistling to himself.
Tina continues to SPIN in place high above him.
casually checks his watch. Without looking up he holds out one
hand for the catch.
perfect timing... A final somesault and she drops right back down
into his arms. They go straight back into a rockin' hitterbug
without missing a
THE WINDING STAIRCASE
Dorian and Eddy race down the steps, guns drawn. Dorian calls to
Bobby by the hostess' stand.
Clear the club. Now!
The dance's grand finale. The Mask spins Tina around and around
his body like a baton in one of those awful Hawaiian fire dances.
As the band bangs out the final bars of the tune, the Mask
SCREECHES Tina to a halt, bends her over backwards and nails her
with a Valentino
kiss that literally blows her shoes off; SSSMACK! KAPOW!
She hangs onto the Mask's tie for support when BANG the tie is
shot in half. Tina falls on her cute behind.
C.U. - TIE
The shot-away piece of the Mask's tie flutters to the floor and
MORPHS back into a piece of Stanley's pajamas.
stands at the edge of the dance floor, his smoking gun trained on
(gasps in mock horror)
Gee willickers! Does this mean
we won't make the Star Search
This means you won't make it out
of this club alive if you don't
tell me where my money is.
The Mask immediately whips out an old fashioned pull handle
calculator, snaps on a green visor and starts tabulating. KA-
THE MASK (CONT.)
You got a 27.5% in T-Bills
amortized over the fiscal yeah
16-3/4% in stocks and bonds/
Carry the nine and divide by the
Gross National Product...
Now cut that out!
(turns to Eddy)
Ventilate this goon!
Eddy pulls out his .38 and starts blasting BLAM. BLAM.
The Mask dodges the bullets by contorting his cartoon-flexible
BLAM. The Mask SPINS once and freezes in a pirouette, now dressed
in a tutu.
BLAM. The Mask SPINS again and stops dressed as a matador, the
bullet whizzes under his cape.
BLAM BLAM BLAM
A hockey goalie bats the bullet away.
A Russian Dancer leaps over the shot.
A Cowboy DING! takes the hit.
The Mask staggers back... the forwards in a classic Western death
scene. He throws an arm around Sweet Eddy for support.
Ak... you got me Pahdnuh.
Eddy seems touched by the Mask's dying words as he holds him in
Hold me close, Red. It's a
Tell Auntie Em to let Old Yeller
Tell Tint Tim I won't be makin'
it home for Christmas.
Tell Scarlet I do give a damn...
I... I... UUG!
And the Mask gives up the ghost, his pink tongue flops out the
side of his mouth. Eddy bursts into tears.
Suddenly a huge cartoon AUDIENCE pops up silhouetted in the
foreground, applauding wildly. An off-camera ARM shoots into
the Mask an Oscar.
The Mask leaps to his feet and starts taking bows.
THE MASK (CONT.)
Thank you! You love me! You
really love me!
Dorian pulls out his own .45 and opens fire.
The Mask starts HOOTING laughter and ricochets off the dance
Dorian gives chase, but suddenly the nightclub doors are KICKED
OPEN and Kellaway and a squad of police burst into the room with
Drop it, Tyrel!
Dorian lets his .45 CLATTER to the ground. Kellaway retrieves it.
Hello, Kellaway. You got a
warrant or did you just drop by
for a night cap?
I got probable cause. A couple
of your boys were spotted knocking
over Edge City Bank.
One of his men begins to roughly frisk Dorian
Easy, junior. You're givin' me
One of them was wearin' some kind
of big green mask.
For once you're on the right
track, but that's not one of my
men. Maybe you ought to try a
little actual police work instead
of this harassment bullshit.
This isn't harassment. You want
to see some harassment?
(to his men)
Search the place, boys.
His men begin to tear the club apart.
Ever wonder why you didn't make
Captain, asshole? I got friends
so high up they'd give you a nose
Kellaway hauls off and CRACKS him in the face with a solid right
Well what d'ya know? I guess they
gave you one too.
Dorian shakes it off and glares at him.
You're a dead man.
One of the officers now appears on the stairway.
Lt., we got a stiff upstairs.
One of the guys from the heist.
Better call that high-priced
lawyer of yours, Tyrel. You're
I'll be back on the streets before
sunrise and you know it.
Then just think of this as the
city's way of showing you a little
(pats him on the cheek)
I'll stop by to tuck you in
As the police drag Dorian outside, Kellaway notices someting on
the dance floor.
Kellaway picks up the slice of pajama fabric that was once the
Mask's tie and inspects it closely... It's the same fabric
Kellaway saw Stalney
wearing that morning.
Kellaway exits and walks right past the poster of Tina. Flattened
into the poster, with his arm around her, is a cartoon of the
Mask. The eyes
follow Kellaway as he speaks to TWO COPS guarding the door.
You're on your own, boys.
Don't worry, Lt. If he's in
there, well get him.
Kellaway slips the pajamas fabric in his pocket.
And if he's not, I got a
feeling I know where to find him.
As Kellaway heads for his car, the Mask slips out of the poster
(still flat as a pancake), slides along the wall behind
and around the corner to safety.
INT. STANLEY'S BEDROOM - DAWN
Milo GROWLS, Frisbee in mouth. Stanley wakes up with a massive
headache and dark rings under his eyes. The Mask, which lies on
next to him is taking a greater and greater toll. There's a
BANGING on the door.
LT. KELLAWAY (O.S.)
Police. Open up.
Stanley runs to the closet to hide the Mask. The instant he opens
the door, an avalanche of CASH pours out, suffocating him.
Oh my god!
LT. KELLAWAY (O.S.)
Ipkiss! I know you're in there.
Stanley grabs the Frisbee and starts shoveling the money back
into the closet. Now the doorbell starts RINGING.
All right, I'm coming!
Stanley tosses the Mask and the Frisbee into the closet and SLAMS
it shut. He scoops up a few stray dollars and throws them under
He hurries to the door and opens it, an easy smile on his face.
Lieutenant, what a surprise! What
can I do for you?
You can answer a few questions.
I've got to get ready for work.
Trust me. Your bank's opening
Kellaway steps into the apartment, without waiting for an
invitation. Stanley glances nervously back at the closet. Milo is
scratching at the door.
LT. KELLAWAY (CONT.)
Where were you last night?
Here... mostly. Is something
Maybe, yes. Maybe, no. Maybe
it's all just a crazy coincidence
that this so called "Mask"
character always seems to be
wherever you are.
Mask -- who?
Don't insult my intelligence,
Ipkiss. First, he's spotted in
your building, then the bank where
you work and now I find this at
the Monkey's Paw.
He displays the TORN PIECE OF FABRIC. It matches the piece
missing in Stanley's pajamas. Stanley wilts.
Milo YAPS and leaps up, trying to open the closet door.
(moves the dog away)
Okay, so I went out on the town
last night. A guy's got to have
a little fun.
In your jammies?
Milo is back at the closet door. He's just about got it open as
Stanley turns the detective to the door.
Naw, I just took 'em with me in
case I didn't make it home. I
don't know about you, Lieutenant.
But I've got a pretty good track
record with the ladies.
Kellaway pulls away from Stanley and begins suspiciously SNIFFING
the air around him.
Wait a second... you smell that?
Bullshit. I hate the smell of
bullshit. Don't even think about
leaving town, Ipkiss. I'll be
Kellaway SLAMS the front door, just as the closet door falls open
-- spilling all the cash. Milo happily snatches his Frisbee.
Stanley sinks back
down on his bed.
What are we gonna do, Milo? What
are we gonna do?
C.U. - VIDEO MONITOR
A replay of the bank robbery, from the bank's grainy videocams. A
blurred image of the Mask is visible as he zig-zags around the
bank at high
Kellaway sips a cup of brackish coffee as Oliveras FREEZE-FRAMES
the best image of the Mask. There's a wild-eyed look of glee on
his face as
he stuffs sacks full of money.
I don't know, boss. That's one
helluva rubber mask.
Where's the lab report?
Oliveras hands it over.
We got fingerprints on some of
the currency, but nothing matches
Tyrel's men. Looks like this guy
beat 'em to the punch.
Get the bank's employee files and
run down the prints on a guy named
You figure it was an inside job?
Yeah, and all I need is a couple
of prints to lock this wack job
up 'till doomsday.
INT. DORIAN'S OFFICE - DAY
Dorian's assembled a war council. At the table are Sweet Eddy and
assorted Button Men from the city's underworld. An open attache
with stacks of money sits before Dorian.
A fifty thousand dollar reward
to the man who finds this "Mask"
character before the cops do.
Get the word out to every street
hustler and low life in this town.
(pounds his fist)
I want him here. In my office.
Alive. By tomorrow! Now get
Everybody scrambles out of their seats.
Tina sits in the corner of the room, painting her nails. She
glances up at Dorian.
What are you looking at?
You. You're losing it Dorian.
I'm losing nothing. Except maybe
some extra baggage I don't need
What's that supposed to mean?
You weren't putting up much of
a fight when that green goon
kissed you last night.
C'mon, did it look to you like
I had a choice?
Maybe you did and maybe you
didn't, but I know this, one day
real soon I'm gonna run this town
and when I do there's gonna be
payback for anyone who crossed
(glares at her)
I mean anyone.
INT. BANK - DAY
The place is in general disarray but still functioning, jammed
with worried depositors. Stanley makes his way to his desk, his
face pale and
unshaven. Dark circles ring his eyes.
Ipkiss! We have a crisis on our
hands here and you stroll in over
an hour late. If I have to put
up with your slovenly...
Stanley develops an odd facial TWITCH, then...
Back off Monkey-Boy, before I tell
your daddy how you're running this
branch like it's your own personal
piggy bank! If the I.R.S. saw
some of those files we could
arrange a little vacation for you
at Club Fed!
Dickey is absolutely shocked into silence by this outburst,
That will be all, Ipkiss.
Dickey turns on his heels and exits. Charlie Schumacher now
appears glowing with new respect for Stanley.
Woah! What side of who's bed did
you wake up on?
I'm not sure.
I haven't exactly been myself
For a split second, Stanley's entire face CONTORTS into an
alarming Mask-like expression.
Yeah, well you look like you
could use a little R and R there
buddy... and as a matter of fact
I've got just the ticket. Or
should I say tickets?
I'm afraid to ask.
Charlie flashes two tickets.
Saturday night. Grand opening
of the Valhalla Casino. Serious
skirt alert. Everybody who's
anybody will be there. What do
I don't know Charlie, I...
Stanley suddenly spots Tina making her way across the room to his
Excuse me a second.
ANGLE ON STANLEY'S DESK
Tina... What are you doing here?
I heard about the robbery. I
guess I just wanted to make sure
you were okay.
Oh, don't worry about me.
Are you sure? You look a
I'm just having a little trouble
sleeping is all.
I guess you won't want to open
that account after all this...
I'm not so sure I'll have much
to open an account with anymore.
What about the nightclub? I
thought you were doing great.
I don't know how much longer I
can stay there Stanley. Things
are getting a little intense.
Well, there must be plenty of
other places you could sing.
Maybe even get a record deal...
I wish it was that easy. There's
thousands of girls out there just
like me who...
Not just like you. You've got
a voice like... like an angel.
(lights a cigarette)
An angel huh? That's the first
time I've heard that one.
No, I mean it. You really do.
I can vamp my way through a tune.
But that's not really singing.
What is it with you, Tina? Why
don't you believe in yourself?
I guess I've just heard a lot of
promises from a lot of guys. In
the end they all wanted the same
thing and it wasn't a song.
So maybe you've been singing for
the wrong guys.
I'm not so sure there's any other
kind. Not for me, anyway.
Well, I'm glad nobody got hurt.
What about this guy, the Mask?
Do the cops have a line on him?
I'm not sure. Why are you
Promise you won't say anything?
He came to the club last night
and he was just so... well,
different. I haven't been able
to get him off my mind.
Really? They say he's pretty
Yeah. He's ugly... but he's kinda
cool... y'know, like Mick Jagger.
You really think so?
Yeah. If you hear anything about
him, would you call me at the
Stanley nods - unsure of what to say. Tina opens the door, but
before she exits...
Actually... I sort of know the
The Mask. We're - old college
buddies him and I.
Are you serious?
Oh yeah. To tell you the truth,
I'm sorta covering for him on this
bank thing. He's not such a bad
guy, really. He just gets a
little carried away.
I'll say. Do you think you could
give him a message?
I suppose so.
Tell him I want to see him again
When? I mean, I'd need to tell
How about seven o'clock tonight
at Peninsula Park.
I'll be... I mean, I'll make sure
INT. APARTMENT BUILDING - GARAGE - AFTERNOON
Peggy parks her car in her space, locks it up and beeps on the
When she turns, she notices a shadowy FIGURE watching her from a
bark corner of the garage.
She hurries down the row of parked cars, clutching her purse to
The figure follows at a slow but relentless pace.
Peggy fumbles for her keys, finally finds the correct one and
enters the building.
INT. APARTMENT HALL
Peggy is relieved as she reaches her apartment door and slips the
key in the lock... but the lock is jammed.
She tries and tries again... nothing. Suddenly, a hand enters
frame and SLAPS an eviction notice on her door.
Sorry, doll. I had the locks
changed this afternoon.
You what? You can't do that!
You've known we're going condo
for six months, Peggy. I can't
stall the owner a minute longer.
Either you pony up the downpayment
or you're out.
Just a couple more days, Phil.
The paper's ready to give me a
full time job.
I've heard that one before.
C'mon, at least let me get a few
of my things.
Phil considers this a beat, then unlocks the door for her.
Don't make me regret this. We
get a certified check by noon
tomorrow or a Sheriff will escort
you out of here.
Thanks Phil. You're a sweetheart.
Phil exits. Peggy picks up her things when she hears an off-
camera "Pssst." She turns.
stands in the shadows by the fire escape. He's got a voice that
sounds like he's been gargling glass.
I heard you were lookin' for a
Who... Who are you?
Just a guy with a little
information lookin' to make a
buck. But maybe I heard wrong.
You don't look like much of a
reporter to me.
Peggy gulps back her fear, determined to live up to her job.
You give me something worth
printing and I'll get you your
money. What's this about?
The guy they call the Mask and
why Dorian Tyrel's willing to pay
fifty large to get him.
How do I find this Tyrel?
Careful, sweet meat. You break
this story and he just might find
as he enters...
EXT. JORGENSON'S SMORGASBORD - AFTERNOON
Dorian and Sweet Eddy casually step through the front door of the
restaurant's ersatz chalet facade.
Sweet Eddy takes a position by the door as Dorian greets Artie
the Swede at a large oak table in the festeively decorated
The Swede is flanked by his gunsels as he's served by a big
blonde waitress in a classic peasant girl costume.
Dorian... thanks for coming by,
My pleasure, Swede. It's been
too long. I was worried you were
still pissed about that little
thing with Harry the Hat.
That? It was nothing. He was
a pain in my ass anyway. Here,
sit down, sit down.
Congratulations on the new casino.
Thanks, but it might be a little
early to celebrate. As a
matter of fact that's why I asked
you to stop by.
Is that right?
Here... have a little something
to eat. That's Svenska meatballs,
kid. The real thing.
Dorian starts to eat.
So, I tell you Dorian, it's a
terrible shame. I put all my hard
work into this beautiful casino
and what do you think? All the
sudden I got all kinda problems
with the city. Big problems.
The whole deal could fold.
Maybe I can help you out. I'm
expecting to come into a little
investment capital shortly. If
worse comes to worse and you
really need to bail out...
What a sweet guy. Isn't this guy
a sweetheart? Thanks for the
offer Dorian, but I think maybe
I can solve this myself.
Is that right?
That's right. You know that
Councilman you got in your pocket?
Dorian freezes with a forkful of meatballs halfway to his mouth.
He notices a PINK CARNATION squashed into the gravy.
Well now you've got 'im in your
mouth. How you like that?
The Swede and his men have a good laugh as Dorian spits out his
meatball. The Swede pulls a gun and jams it under Dorian's chin.
Sweet Eddy goes for his gun, but one of the Swede's men pops up,
jamming a barrel to his temple.
Now listen close scumbag! You
want to bw in business with me?
Okay, we're partners now. I'm
takin' fifty per cent off the
Monkey's Paw. You screw with me
again and I'll send you straight
down to Hell with your scumbag
councilman. You can apologize
for eatin' him for lunch.
Sure, Swede. Take it easy.
Good. Now get out of my sight.
Oh Dorian, here's a couple tickets
to my grand opening. Stop by.
And try to dress up nice. It's
good for business.
CLOSE ON: NEWSPAPER HEADLINE
"The Mask Robs Bank - Police Scour The City." It's accompanied by
a grainy blow-up of the Mask from the bank video.
jams a quarter in the slot, opens the machine and pulls out the
entire stack of papers.
to reveal Stanley, still looking pale and desperate as he dumps
the entire stack of papers in a nearby garbage can.
He starts to turn away when he notices an ad on the back of the
paper for a book... "The Masks We Wear" by Dr. Arthur Neuman, the
man we saw interviewed on "The Larry King Show." The byline reads
"The Mysterious Powers of the Identities Within Us."
Stanley rips out the ad and hurries off down the street.
INT. PSYCHIATRIST'S OFFICE - DAY
C.U. - MASKS... Dozens of them line one wall. Tribal masks.
Victorian masks. Ceramic masks. Masks from all countries and
Stanley paces the plush office like a caged animal while Dr.
Neuman sits nearby toying with his pipe.
This is extremely unusual, Mr.
Ipkiss. Barging in without an
Look, you're the big expert on
masks, right? Well, I've got an
(his face TWITCHES)
Try to calm yourself. Now this
woman you were telling me about,
I'm not sure I understand the
I've got a date with the girl of
my dreams, only she doesn't know
Stanley suddenly reaches into his briefcase and pulls out the
It's this thing!
(takes the mask)
Very interesting... looks like
tenth or eleventh century
Scandinavian. Where did you get
(snatches it back)
I found it... or it found me.
I'm not sure. The problem is it's
ruining my life!
So you believe this actually
changes you into a different
It's turning me into some kind
(briefly CONTORTS into a Mask expression)
Mr. Ipkiss, please. This is just
obsessional dellusion. What you
have here is nothing more than
a piece of wood.
But your book says masks...
My book uses masks as a metaphor
for our complex personalities.
The masks we must present to the
outside world... to suppress the
id. To protect our innermost
Yeah, well this one works in
You're going to have to be willing
to work on this delusion or...
It's not a delusion! Alright,
I'll prove it to you if I have
to, but I won't be responsible
for the consequences.
Mr. Ipkiss please! There is no
such thing as a magical mask.
(holds up mask)
Last chance to hide all dangerous
Alright then, go on. You're not
going to frighten me.
Stanley takes a deep breath and shoves the mask onto his face.
He starts spinning around.
Stanley just stands there like an idiot. Nothing happened. He
tries it again. Same result.
It didn't work?
Does that surprise you? The mask
is nothing but a reflection of
you - the inner you.
Stanley isn't listening. He's thinking out load.
It worked last night. And the
night before. Maybe it only works
at night... What kind of mask
did you say this was.
Scandinavian. It looks like a
representation of Loki, the Norse
God of Mischief. He supposedly
caused so much trouble that Odin
banished him from Valhalla
What if he banished him... into
I'm sorry, Mr. Ipkiss, we're out
But what should I do about my date?
You know. Tonight. The park.
Tina. Do I go as myself of the
Dr. Neuman puts an arm around Stanley and leads him to the door.
Mr. Ipkiss, please. Haven't you
been listening to anything I've
been saying? Go as yourself.
And as the Mask.
Because they are the one and the same,
Stanley sees this is a losing battle. He turns and walks out.
INT. FORD TAURUS - DAY
Lt. Kellaway sits in this unmarked police car, finishing up
lunch. The police band comes on. Kellaway grabs it.
I've got that cross-check from
the bank files.
It's Ipkiss, Alright. Stanley
Kellaway smiles to himself. At that moment -
comes out of Dr. Neuman's office building. He gets in his car and
You want us to pick him up?
Don't do a thing until I tell you.
Just keep the SWAT team standing
by. If this guy's half as bad
as he's supposed to be we'll need
all the help we can get.
fires up his engine and pulls away.
EXT. PARK - SUNSET
Topiaried ivy reads: "Welcome to Peninsula Park." A small sign
below that reads: "No dumping."
Carrying his briefcase, Stanley enters the park.
Stanley passes through a stand of trees and nearly bumps into
Stanley, what are you doing here?
Oh, Tina... Hi. You're early.
I just... wanted to make sure you
two got together okay.
You know, I hardly ever stop by
here. It's hard to believe it
was just a garbage heap.
(looking at the sky)
It's always beautiful at sunset.
Those methane emissions really
pick up the colors.
Wow. They really do. All those
pinks and greens.
Well... I'm sure my cousin will
be along any minute. He never
shows up anywhere 'till after
sundown. He's sort of strange
I guess I'll get going.
No, Stanley. Stay for a second.
I was thinking about what you said
and I, uh, I want you to know I
appreciate it. Maybe you're
right. If I believed in myself
a little more I wouldn't rely on
guys like Dorian.
Dorian... You mean Dorian Tyrel?
Yeah. He's sort of my manager.
Tina, you've got to be careful
of that guy. He's a dangerous
You really mean that, don't you?
Absolutely. You ought to hear
No, I mean, you're really worried
about me. That's... real sweet,
C'mon, Tina this is serious. How
involved are you with this guy?
I can take care of myself,
Stanley. I always have.
Oh, really? People close to Tyrel
have a nasty habit of turning up
dead, or haven't you noticed?
Look, this may sound a little cold
but I do what I have to do to get
by, okay? I'm nobody in this town
And who are you with him Tina?
I'm not exactly sure who I am
anymore but at least I'm trying
to find out. If you really had
any faith in yourself, you
wouldn't be hanging on to some
kind of free ride.
That last bit stung, and Stanley knows it. A shadow falls over
them as the last rays of the sun disappear behind the clouds.
I'm sorry Tina. I guess I better
Stanley gets up and hurries off through the trees.
But he's already disappeared. Tina starts to follow after when
she hears a strange WHOOOSH. A whirlwind begins to kick up the
The Mask leaps out from behind a stand of trees in all his glory
and literally sweeps her off her feet. With his lower lip thrust
out he romances
Tina in a deep syrupy French voice.
Cher! Ce moi! Je'taime, Je'
taime, Je any old tame! At last
we are together mon petite bon
ANGLE ON THE BUSHES
Kellaway, Doyle, and two other officers are watching from a
distance. He speaks into his walkie talkie in hushed tones.
This is Kellaway. I need back
up and I need it now! Every
available man down to Peninsula
INT. NEWSROOM - BULLPEN
MURRAY, an old timer newshound hurries into the room, grabs his
notebook and pulls on his coat.
Looks like it's gonna