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(Continued from ...


PAGE ONE: (Six Panels 2-2-1-1)

Panel 1.1: A grubby man in his twenties, wearing street clothes, a hoodie and baseball cap. He is pelting through an alleyway, looking over his shoulder in obvious panic. Water splashes from stagnant puddles, soaking the cuffs of his jeans and sneakers. The alleyway is rapidly sinking into the dim gloom of dusk. 

Panel 1.2: Front view of the same man, tripping over some garbage cans at the back door of a shop, sending the contents flying and himself sprawling. His hands are flung out in front of him to brace himself against the fall, his legs caught behind the cans in the moment just after impact. His face is contorted by this new fear.
SFX: CRAAAASH! 

Panel 1.3: Angled shot. Rear view of the man, scrambling to his feet, the cans overturned just behind him. His clothing is dirty from having tumbled to the ground and gotten to his feet. In the distance it can be seen that the mouth of the alley is about twenty feet away. 

Panel 1.4: Side view of the mouth of the alleyway. All that can be seen is the man's feet come sweeping out from under him as he is clotheslined by an unknown attacker. The man's face is red and twisted with the impact. His arms and legs are both flailing wildly, nerveless. All that can be seen of his attacker is the dark clothed arm that took the runner just below the neck.

Panel 1.5: Wide panel. POV of the running man staring up at a narrow strip of sky between the projecting corners of the alleyway. Leaning in to the frame from the top is BLAKE, upside down relative to the viewer.
BLAKE: Hello, Morty.

Panel 1.6: Title panel across bottom of page, "BLAKE UNDYING" subtitled "Chapter Five - Escalation"
 


PAGE TWO: (Six Panels 2-2-2)

Panel 2.1: BLAKE hauls MORTY to his feet using the back of his sweater, MORTY looks for all the world like a kitten being carried by the scruff of its neck. His arms hang limply at his sides.
MORTY: *koff* Jesus Christ Blake! What was that for!
BLAKE: Cause you saw me, then ran.

Panel 2.2: MORTY smooths out his clothes with his hands, looking down at the sorry state of his wardrobe. 
MORTY: Doesn't mean ya had ta clothesline me!
BLAKE: I've had a bad week Morty, and I don't have time to fuck around.

Panel 2.3: BLAKE has his hands in his jacket pockets, looking somewhat agitated. MORTY has his hands up in front of him, warding off BLAKE's request, head tilted in firm denial. 
BLAKE: I don't know Blake, I gotta say--    
BLAKE: Look, I need some more equipment. 
MORTY: Nuh uh. No way. I don't want nuthin ta do wit'cha. Not after that bullshit off FDR.

PANEL 2.4: BLAKE pulls out a pack of cigarettes and starts to tap one out. MORTY shakes a finger accusingly at BLAKE, shouting.
BLAKE: You sold me dynamite. What did you think I was going to do with it?
MORTY: I dunno. I don't wanna know! But you do it discreet like, not in the middle of goddamn East River Park!

Panel 2.5: BLAKE lights up his smoke, cupping his hand against the evening breeze. MORTY is turning away from BLAKE, addressing him almost over his shoulder at this point.
BLAKE: I'll be more discreet this time, but I'm going to need something bigger.
MORTY: No. No friggin way, man! We're done here. 

Panel 2.6: MORTY is flailing, fighting against BLAKE's iron grip on his hoodie, which stretches terribly out of shape. BLAKE, apparently unconcerned, holds MORTY by the back of his hoodie with his right hand and smoking casually with his left.
BLAKE: Not yet, we're not.
MORTY (yelling): LET GO OF ME!
 


PAGE THREE: (Six Panels 2-2-2)
Panel 3.1: Wide panel. MORTY whirls on BLAKE, knocking his hand with his elbow. BLAKE has let go of MORTY's hoodie now that he's in a talking mood again. MORTY does not look happy at all.
MORTY (Yelling): ALRIGHT!
MORTY: Look, even if I wanted to help you I couldn't. My supplier dried up.
BLAKE: Get a new supplier.
MORTY: You don't get it. I tried that. Ain't nobody in town got nothing

Panel 3.2: MORTY spreads his hands wide, gesticulating. BLAKE looks troubled, his brow creasing slightly, thumbing at a corner of his mouth while gripping the cigarette between his index and middle finger. 
BLAKE: What do you mean, no one has anything. Someone has to.
MORTY: It's not like it's a big list, Blake. And I came up empty.

Panel 3.3: MORTY makes quotation fingers in the air, looking at BLAKE condescendingly.
MORTY: Anyone lookin for "fireworks" in the Tri-state area is outta luck.
BLAKE: How is that even possible?

Panel 3.4: On BLAKE, smoking. MORTY in profile in fore-left of panel. 
MORTY: Couldn't tell ya. 
BLAKE: I want to talk to your supplier. 
MORTY: No fuckin way.

Panel 3.5: Wide panel. BLAKE holds MORTY in the air a foot and a half off the ground, dangling from the front of his hoodie. His baseball cap is in the process of falling off his head, revealing greasy dark hair beneath. MORTY looks shocked, and forcibly contrite, arms spread wide in an accepting gesture. BLAKE isn't looking at him, finishing his cigarette with a pensive look on his face.
MORTY: Then again...
 


PAGE FOUR: (Four Panels 3-1)

Panel 4.1: MORTY stands at a back doorway off an alleyway in New Jersey. He stares in shock as a man in a dark suit is in the process of slamming into the doorframe about five feet off the ground. The metal door opens outward into the alleyway, twisted out of shape, contorted outwards around the handle as if pulled away from the frame from the outside. 
CAP: Jersey City, 2 hours later

Panel 4.2: MORTY has moved over the unseen body near the door frame, looking down at the ground in shock.

Panel 4.3: MORTY flattens himself against the bent door, as a second man in a dark suit flies past him at chest level. 

Panel 4.4: 2/3 page. MORTY stands at the doorway of a long corridor that BLAKE is moving down to the fore-right of panel. At his feet are the piled bodies of the two heavies, one is face down under the feet of the other, who is barely visible from the knees down on this side of the door frame. 
MORTY: ...How'd you do that?
 


PAGE FIVE: (Five Panels 2-1-2)

Panel 5.1: Another, FAT HEAVY stands in the doorway at the end of the hall, gun halfway at the ready with a look of Bobby Baccalieri-esque vacancy on his face.
FAT HEAVY: What the--

Panel 5.2: Skewed angle, one bullet is seen blasting through BLAKE's back, leaving a plume of blood to link the wound to the motion blur of the bullet. BLAKE is pelting down the hallway at the FAT HEAVY, who blasts away at him with a 9mm. 
FAT HEAVY: --FUCK!

Panel 5.3: Wide panel. BLAKE has body blocked the FAT HEAVY into the office beyond, smashing the door back against the furniture on the other side, putting a sizable crack across its width. The FAT HEAVY has been hurled clean off his feet, his gun hand held in BLAKE's vice like grip. Fragments of door fly everywhere, and the gun discharges wildly into the ceiling.
FAT HEAVY: OOOOOOF!
SFX: CRAAAACK! 
SFX: BANG!

Panel 5.4: Wide panel. BLAKE follows through, hurling the FAT HEAVY by his leg into another heavy carrying a MAC-10. The raw power of BLAKE's baseball like swing tosses the FAT HEAVY bodily across the room, and now both are in the process of falling/smashing into the furniture at the side of a richly appointed office. A line of fire is stitched across the floor as the MAC HEAVY's gun discharges randomly. 
SFX: WHUMP!
SFX: BRTTTTTT!

Panel 5.5: Narrow panel inset. BLAKE steps on the MAC HEAVY's wrist and grabs the MAC-10. The large bloodstain in the center of BLAKE's chest is visible for the first time, having spread to a six inch stain just left of his heart.
BLAKE: You know, being shot is really starting to lose its novelty.
 


PAGE SIX: (Seven Panels 3-2-2)

Panel 6.1: Inset panel close on BLAKE. BLAKE looks tired, covered in blood, and pissed. 
BLAKE: You the one they call "The German"?

Panel 6.2: View from just left of THE GERMAN'S desk, looking over the desktop at BLAKE standing in the middle of the office floor. To panel right, the crumple of HEAVIES can just be seen against some now ruined furniture. In the center of the desk blotter is a Desert Eagle, its silver barrel pointing towards BLAKE. THE GERMAN's left hand, sporting a gaudy yet impressively sized gold and jeweled ring, gestures expansively. BLAKE twists the MAC-10 into an unrecognizable shape with his bare hands.
THE GERMAN: I believe you have me at a disadvantage.
BLAKE: Pal, you don't know the half of it. 
SFX: SCREEEEEEE!

Panel 6.3: Inset panel, close on THE GERMAN. An eyebrow has raised, and his eyes are slightly widened, but otherwise there is no overt reaction. THE GERMAN indeed has a vaguely Germanic cast to him, but otherwise could pass for Italian descent, and has a slight resemblance to Paul Sorvino if he were a hundred pounds lighter.
THE GERMAN: As I am beginning to realize, Mister...?

Panel 6.4: BLAKE's face shows surprise, as he suddenly realizes there's a gun pointed at him. The gun, and the heavy ringed hand of THE GERMAN have swung up from the fore-right.
BLAKE: The name's...

PANEL 6.5: Side view of THE GERMAN standing up behind his desk, and firing half his clip at BLAKE, who is hammered to the ground from the impact. The muzzle flash of the Desert Eagle throws THE GERMAN's features into sharp relief, revealing his utter calm.
SFX: BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

PANEL 6.6: Skewed angle looking over BLAKE's prone body at THE GERMAN, who still holds the Desert Eagle pointed at BLAKE. 
BLAKE: ...herk... ohhhh... you...

PANEL 6.7: BLAKE's chest is a cluster of holes and gushing wounds, his shirt and new jacket totally ruined. BLAKE peels a shoulder off the ground, fixing THE GERMAN with a blood spattered glare of pure hatred. 
BLAKE (yelling): --FUCKING COCKSUCKER!
 


PAGE SEVEN: (Five Panels 2-2-1)

PANEL 7.1: BLAKE has staggered to his feet, slumped slightly from the brutal wounds that bleed freely from his chest.
BLAKE: I swear to god, if one more person shoots me today...

Panel 7.2: THE GERMAN, still behind his desk, makes a dismissive "what can you do" gesture with the gun, seemingly not in the least fazed by the obvious impossibility of BLAKE's recovery, or cool enough to conceal his panic. 
THE GERMAN: It had to be tried.

Panel 7.3: Close on BLAKE, incredulous.
BLAKE: It had to be TRIED?!

Panel 7.4: Still close on BLAKE, but between his sudden grin, the blood spray across his face, and his eyes taking taken on a glint of madness, his expression now radiates menace and imminent violence.

Panel 7.5: 3/4 Overhead shot over THE GERMAN's desk, as BLAKE brings his fists down on the hardwood in his best Hulk impression, shattering the thick surface under the force of his blow and cracking it right down the middle. Splinters and papers fly everywhere. BLAKE's savage fury paint him as a berserker caught up in the power of his own rage.
 


PAGE EIGHT: (Five Panels 2-2-1)

Panel 8.1: From behind BLAKE, he has grabbed the broken desk from the center crack, and hurled both halves to either side, leaving THE GERMAN unprotected, with his back to a bookcase full of hardcover volumes. THE GERMAN, still clutching the Desert Eagle, cracks for the first time showing genuine distress at the display of raw strength. 

Panel 8.2: Side view. THE GERMAN has raised the Desert Eagle, attempting to point it BLAKE. Motion blur shows BLAKE batting the weapon out of his numb hands as if it were no more than an annoyance.

Panel 8.3: From above. BLAKE has grabbed THE GERMAN by his shirt and slammed him into the bookcase behind him, dislodging several volumes which are in the process of falling.
SFX: WHUMP!
BLAKE: Now you listen to me, you greasy dago prick, cause I'm through fucking around.

PANEL 8.4: Close on BLAKE, cold fury twisting his features into a monstrous visage. 
BLAKE: I need information, and I don't care if I have to go on a Rorschach-style pub crawl through every seedy front you own--

Panel 8.5: Wide Panel, side on. BLAKE leans in close to THE GERMAN, who has regained some of his composure. BLAKE seethes, his wrath bubbling just under the surface of every word he spits through his clenched teeth.
BLAKE: --eventually someone's going to crack, and tell me what I want to know. 
BLAKE: It's up to you how much it costs you.
THE GERMAN: I believe that we can come to an arrangement. 
 


PAGE NINE: (Three Panels 1-1-1)

Panel 9.1: Close on BLAKE, some of the anger has seeped out of his face, but his eyes have only grown harder. Colder.
BLAKE: I need explosives, as much as I can get. 
BLAKE: But I hear that someone's buying up all the explosives in the city.
BLAKE: So I want to know who.

Panel 9.2: Side on view of the two men. THE GERMAN's eyebrows go up again, and you can almost hear the gears whirling as he processes this new information. 
THE GERMAN: ...now that is interesting.
BLAKE: Just answer the question.
THE GERMAN: Of course, tell me...

Panel 9.3: Close on THE GERMAN as his canny gaze settles on BLAKE's face to watch his reaction.
THE GERMAN: ...What do you know of the group known as "Sudden Dawn"?

(Continued in Scene Two)

Comments

hughsie

09:38 Fri Sep 26th, 2008

Fantastic work!  You never disappoint ;)  I love it!

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Crackwalker

10:00 Fri Sep 26th, 2008

I like the direction this is going in. Good stuff! A couple of notes for you:

1. The German - this is a name you should avoid, mostly because there's a character on Heroes called 'The German' and I think we can do better. Fritz? Hans? Oscar Mayer? I dunno

2. Dago - I think this particular slur is usually directed at italians. For Germans, you'd want 'kraut' - or if Blake is feeling ironic 'Mein Herr' perhaps

3. Crushing the MAC-10 - might not be as depicted. I'm not sure, but I think they may have some plastic parts, at the very least, they are made of thin sheet metal, so crushing it might not be a screee and perhaps it would be more of a snap crackle pop and springs and pins and other gack would fall out with a tink tink

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Crackwalker

10:18 Fri Sep 26th, 2008

Okay I looked up the MAC-10 - I was wrong. It's a heavy piece of steel. SQUEE is about right.

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Juiceboy

11:05 Fri Sep 26th, 2008

Solid script Maim.

The only bit that felt out of place for me was Morty's last line on Page 3.  From what has been built up with him I just didn't get the impression that this is something he would say.  I would imagine myself being quite speechless if I met Blake and he then picked me up and dangled me in the air.

Maybe;

"Whoa!", "Jesus!" or even just "Uuuuh"

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WillGibson

11:21 Fri Sep 26th, 2008

Pop-culture references, especially in the heat of an actioney moment, are like a thumb in the eye. Seriously.

Besides, this Blake so-and-so would totally think he's too damn cool to be reading comics, let alone actually make a cavalier off-the-cuff reference to one like that.

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Crackwalker

11:34 Fri Sep 26th, 2008

I liked the Rorschach thing - I digested it as a post-modern meta-comics moment. Like, 'Hey, you are reading a comic right now, and since you are reading a comic, you will know who Rorschach is.'

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WillGibson

11:51 Fri Sep 26th, 2008

Bleh, maybe it's just me, then. That's one of the primary reasons I hated Ultimates.

But then, Postmodernism is dead to me, so take my opinion with a grain of salt.

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Quantum

11:54 Fri Sep 26th, 2008

I like the line, but I don't think it fits Blake. This is the guy who didn't even know where to find a comic store, right? lol

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Juiceboy

12:40 Fri Sep 26th, 2008

You all forget Maim is Blake ergo if Maim would say it, Blake would say it!

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Quantum

12:47 Fri Sep 26th, 2008

Blake is Maim? LM has uber-healing powers and is trying to kill himself? Nooooo! If he succeeds, there will be no more Blake!!

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Lord Maim

13:39 Fri Sep 26th, 2008

@CW: He's not actually german. So Dago is accurate and intended, in this case. And its hard picking sound effects for impossible situations, so I just go with what seems to fit onomatopoetically. Thanks for the praise though. Chapter 5 is a much more direct issue for Blake. More action / less angst.

...It also leads into a very interesting story arc involving Sudden Dawn, the Firmament Group, the National Security Branch of the FBI, and the United States Government.


@JB: You know, I thought about that for a long time. I may change it to "Then again..."


@Will: Go back and read the other scripts. I think you'll find Blake's previous conduct has established this precedent. There will never be a situation where Blake will not have the time to crack wise or issue profanity. So sayeth the Blake.


@Q: I don't know much about comics myself. Literally, the Nikki storyline has me learning right along with her. Yet I am a fanatic Watchmen fan. I've got a smattering of other experience. A whole lot of Spider-man going back to the 60s, Spawn, 100 Bullets, I've got Preacher, and Sandman on deck, etc.

My logic is that after his brush with Nikki, he's done some additional research on his own, especially in light of his two weeks of not killing himself over the course of Chapter 4. I think Blake would identify with the rigid code of ethics that Rorschach held himself to, even when his doing so would compromise the "greater good". That kind of flawed idealism is exactly what Blake is about.


@JB & Q: It's not a direct correlation, obviously. There are elements of my own life that filter their way into the story in a fun-house-mirror-distortion type way. Its rather therapeutic actually, even though Blake never really gets a break.


@Anyone who reads Blake's Blog: An easter egg for you. Morty is Blake's "procurement specialist" from D-Day +13.

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hughsie

13:48 Fri Sep 26th, 2008

So who is the real life Cassie then...hmm? ;)

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Lord Maim

13:55 Fri Sep 26th, 2008

@Hughsie: There's no specific person. She's a lot of messed up dysfunctional relationships all rolled into one and topped off with pure fiction. Same with Jeff, no specific person.

I actually had a boss named Lee on the other hand, when I worked for not-SyncGrove. ;)

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Crackwalker

13:55 Fri Sep 26th, 2008

I meant SCREEEE - it's good. CW approved

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Lord Maim

13:58 Fri Sep 26th, 2008

Squee is awesome too, but in that Jhonen Vasquez kinda way. ;)

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Crackwalker

14:01 Fri Sep 26th, 2008

SQUEE is like a walkie-talkie getting stomped on - or a Mynock getting blasted

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Lord Maim

14:07 Fri Sep 26th, 2008

Or feedback.

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Lord Maim

14:10 Fri Sep 26th, 2008

 But JB, and the rest of you, I'm interested in alternate Page 3 lines for Morty. I played around with that for an hour, before settling for the ultimately unsatisfying "on the other hand..."

I'm looking for something thematically similar.

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WillGibson

14:14 Fri Sep 26th, 2008

Oh, I'm not saying a quip is inappropriate. It makes perfect sense, really, action movie logic being what it is.

I think I just have a personal aversion to pop-cultural references in stuff where I'm not really expecting them is all. Plus, Blake hadn't struck me as the sort of nerdish guy to actually drop a line like that. But what the crud do I know? Nuthin', that's what.

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Lord Maim

14:27 Fri Sep 26th, 2008

No, I can see how your reservations have some merit. You're right, he doesn't have a wealth of information to go on, but with his recent studies, in my mind that particular character stood as unique to him and someone he identified with. I'm gambling that my audience is willing to go along with that leap. 

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Lord Maim

14:33 Fri Sep 26th, 2008

...plus, Blake isn't an complete neophyte when it comes to comics. He does own a reprint of Action Comics #1 if you recall.

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WillGibson

14:35 Fri Sep 26th, 2008

Well, yeah, but who doesn't?

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WillGibson

14:35 Fri Sep 26th, 2008

 Yeesh!

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Crackwalker

14:42 Fri Sep 26th, 2008

Oh a reprint... that makes more sense.

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Lord Maim

14:54 Fri Sep 26th, 2008

Yeah, I remember your initial comment: "SERIOUSLY - Blake has a copy of Action Comics #1? That's the most fucked up thing I ever heard of."

There was a clarification in the blog, but I didn't want to go into it. Basically when he was hurting for cash, if it had been an original he'd probably have sold it. As a reprint, and one in not the best of shape, he'd be willing to let nostalgia outweight the meagre monetary reward. 

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Lord Maim

15:11 Fri Sep 26th, 2008

And about "The German"... clicky.

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jmcleod

16:40 Sun Sep 28th, 2008

I saw Rorschach and envisioned the ink blot test, thinking Blake was going to make a bloody smush out of the German's places.  I think only comic geeks would see it otherwise, I had to google Rorschach comic to see what you guys were talking about.  I use the term comic geeks with all the love in the world.

Page 2- Morty yelling "watch the threads!"

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pukwudjivc

12:37 Mon Oct 20th, 2008

Congrats on the win.  I love the comic and reading the blog just cracked me up.  I think it would be difficult to get all of the angst and hillarity (odd combination, but it works) across in a feature film.  I've been thinking this would make a great HBO series.  Then there'd be plenty of time to share all of the great information from these 5 chapters and more as well as the great fun the blog represents.  Come on.  Who wouldn't love to see some screen time for the bear expiriment?

Keep up the great work. 

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