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(the Batmobile's jet blasts against the) windscreen, SHATTERING
it, the Cop throws his hands in front of his face-

EXT. FREEWAY -- CONTINUOUS

The Cop Car SPINS out of its lane, SLAMMING into the guard
rail as the Batmobile RACES ahead, weaving through traffic.

The Batmobile slides onto a TIGHTLY-CURVING EXIT RAMP...
FLIES off the ramp, JUMPING DOWN onto the frontage road below.

INT. BATMOBILE -- CONTINUOUS

Batman KILLS the lights, running on NIGHT VISION. Rachel's
eyes flicker at the EERIE green view of ghostly trees, her
breathing FASTER and still more SHALLOW.

BATMAN
Hold on. Just hold on.

Batman YANKS...