NO ONE'S POV:

Still Water Hold

(We see Bane chained to a wall.)

Bane: [groans]

Bane's thoughts: I...I don't know just how long I've been here. Or...

(He pulls on his chains.)

Bane's thoughts: Been chained! Memory has been... fucked for awhile now. That I know for sure. Occasionally, I'll get fragments. Pieces. Of what happened to me before I got here. I had this one where two goons, I assume their Silco's, tried to pry the tubes off my back but some girl with some blue tattoos putting a stop to it.

Bane: [sighs] Powder was the only one who could get my tubes off.

Bane's thoughts: I don't know what happened to Claggor and Mylo but I assume the worst. I hope she's okay...and Vi.

Bane: Vi...

(He imagines her.)

Vi: Hey, big guy.

Bane: Snap out of it. You don't have time to focus on an ancient crush. You've got to focus on breaking these chains and getting out of here. If I could just reach my dial--

(Some guards walk into his cell.)

Bane: Hello, boys.

Guard 1: Good, you're awake.

Guard 2: Told you he'd be awake.

Bane: So, why are you here today? Hmm? Oh! Let me guess! You've got some other inmates waiting outside my cell for me to fight for your entertainment?

Guard 3: Not just muscle.

Guard 4: Color me impressed.

Bane: Yeah, well, I'm not feeling up for a fight today. Sorry, boys.

Guard 1: No, no, no. It doesn't work like that.

Bane: Probably not. But this always ends the same. I turn the dial on the back of my hand, power up, beat up or cripple however many poor blokes you've got waiting outside my cell, and once I'm done you point your guns at me, threatening me to power down. Once I've done that, all four of you beat the shit out of me and don't feed me for a week! Now, is that any way to treat your prizefighter?

Guard 3: "Prizefighter?"

Guard 4: Listen here, you arrogant little shit. You're going to fight.

Bane: And if I don't?

Guard 2: The beatings can always get worse.

Bane: I'm shivering in my boots.

Guard 1: We could just turn to your pink-haired girlfriend for our entertainment.

Bane's thoughts: Pink hair? Vi?

Guard 1: At a loss for words? You two were brought in around the same time.

Bane: You lie!

Guard 1: Are you really going to take the chance that I may be lying?

Bane: You're going to beat her anyway.

(One of the guards walks up to him & whispers something in his ear.)

Guard 2: [whispers] The beatings can always get worse.

Bane: Okay.

Guard 4: That's the spirit!

(The guards walk up to a railing above to watch Bane fight the numerous prisoners entering his cell.)

*LIGHT THUD*

(One of the guards presses a button which unchains Bane & causes him to drop to his knees.)

Bane: *rubs his wrists* So tight.

(He stands up & faces the prisoners in front of him.)

Bane: *counting* There looks to be about twenty of you. I'm going to tell you what I tell the others that are foolish enough to try me. Leave my cell or stand against the wall behind you. Do that and I give you my word that you will not be harmed--

*PUNCH*

(As Bane's talking, one of the prisoners punches him in the face, dropping him. Which gives the other prisoners the opportunity to run up to downed Bane & beat him with pipes & other various weapons they've brought with them. Through the beatings, Bane turns the dial on the back of his hand.)

Bane's thoughts: The first thing I feel as I get my bearings from the Venom is enjoying how the cartilage in the nose of one of the prisoners slides beneath my knuckles. I hear the shouts of the people around me and watch them come towards me, thinking that they somehow have a better chance than the others already on the ground. I forget just how many backs I break over my knee. And I think only "more."

(Bane smashes his arms onto a group of prisoners as we cut to Caitlyn arriving at Still Water Hold.)

Caitlyn: I need to speak with one of the inmates.

Warden: Oh, folks in here aren't usually very talkative.

Caitlyn: This one was hit by friendly fire. He's got reason to talk. Must have been sent in today?

Warden: Oh. Inmate 2135. Yeah, I'm, uh, afraid that's not possible.

Caitlyn: Why not?

Warden: Uh, well, there's been...a pair of incidents.

Caitlyn: What kind of incidents?

Warden: The...not so pretty kind.

(Vi is shown assumingly breaking inmate 2135's jaw with a lunch tray. We see Bane sitting beside him while he's laying down in an infirmary bed.)

Bane: You don't know who I am. But I know who you are, granted I don't know what your name is but still.

Inmate 2135: [muddled] Huh?

Bane: You were that night. With Silco. Vi knocked you out. Ring any bells? No? Doesn't matter.

(He stands up.)

Bane: Guards'll be here any minute now. I slipped out just for you so feel special. From what the doctors, nurses, and other inmates have been saying, you got your jaw broken by a girl with pink hair. Now, I still don't know if it was her that broke your jaw but it was that means you're on my shit list.

(Bane lifts him up from the bed & over his head.)

Inmate 2135: [muddled] Wait!

*CRACK*

(Bane breaks his back over his knee. Cut back to Caitlyn talking to the warden.)

Caitlyn: You don't understand, I have to talk to him.

Warden: Oh, you'll be able to. As soon as he can move his jaw and walk again.

Caitlyn: Who assaulted him?

(Cut to her on her way to talk to Vi. As she's walking however...)

*THUD*

Caitlyn: *stumbles* Woah.

(She stumbles due to a Venom filled Bane driving his fist down onto a downed inmate. She finally stops in front of Vi's cell where she looks back at her.)

Vi: Who the hell are you?