Here's another script I've dredged up that was written while I was reading the fantastic Doom Patrol v2 from Paul Kupperberg and Joe Stanton (and later art from a personal favorite creator of mine Erik Larson).
That was a great run and a great take on the team, especially the team's stalwart curmudgeon - Cliff 'Robotman' Steele.
With his irascible antics in that run as my inspiration I wrote this eleven page script featuring the man himself (as well as a brief appearance by my other DC favorites - the JSA). It's a heady brew of comedy and Robotman's patented doom and gloom.
Enjoy:
NOTE TO ARTIST: I’ve included a suggestion for panel
layout at the start of each page. This is nothing more than a suggestion to
give you a feel for why I’ve paced the dialogue the way I have. Feel free to
lay the pages and panels out what ever way you think works best.
PAGE ONE
Two
panels, two rows. Panel one is page wide and narrow across the top. Panel two
takes up the rest of the page.
1.) Tight
head and shoulders close-up of CAPTAIN MARVEL. He’s pointing an authoritative
finger at us. He’s bellowing an order to his JSA compatriots. We can’t see much
of the backdrop here but it’s a run-down old warehouse.
CAPTAIN MARVEL (jag):
GET HIM FELLOWS!
2.) Pull
back to a wide, tall establishing shot. In the centre amid a swirl of violent
super-hero activity is a twenty foot tall, ramshackle, monster robot. The robot
is made of spare parts. It’s got the cab of a truck for its head. Its torso is
composed of various chunks of cars sewn together like Frankenstein’s monster.
Its arms and legs are made of twisted I-Beams, lead pipes and steel pillars.
Its feet are short, rusting, triangular tank treads. One hand is made of
entangled coils of cable. Its other is the scoop from the front of a snow
plough. Cap is rocking its truck cab head backward thunderous uppercut. HAWKMAN
is swooping down swinging his mace with all his might only to have it deflected
by his plough-hand. MR TERRIFIC is on the ground between its feet pointing
upward. His T-Spheres obey buzzing up and around the robots legs blasting with
T-shaped laser blasts. A giant, transparent, green pile-driver is drilling its
way into the robot’s side courtesy of GREEN LANTERN’s ring.
TITLE
& CREDITS
PAGE TWO
Five
panels, three rows. Panels one and two are on the top row. Panel three is page
wide across the middle row, Panels four and five are across the bottom row.
1.) Close in
for a tight shot of Captain Marvel. With the fingers of both hands dug deep
into the robot’s chrome face he’s yanking its massive head clean off its
shoulders. Sparks
LETTERING
NOTE: Lets have the TV anchor’s dialogue here in a tail-less balloon.
TV
ANCHOR (electric):
-
-THE MONSTEROUS ROBOTIC CREATURE THAT HAD BEEN TERRORIZING THE FAWCETT CITY
WATERFRONT
WAS TAKEN DOWN IN RECORD TIME BY CAPTAIN MARVEL AND THE J.S.A.
2.) Pull out
slightly. We can see the TV itself now. It’s a beat-up old analogue TV affixed
high in the corner of a room by a slender, metal bracket. The image on screen
is now of attractive blonde TV anchor-woman TRISH TYLER conducting an interview
with Captain Marvel. The Captain has his hands on his hips in the classic hero
pose and a wide cheesy grin on his face.
TRISH
(electric):
THAT
WAS QUITE AN IMPRESSIVE DISPLAY CAPTAIN. I GUESS FAWCETT CITY IS IN YOUR
DEBT
YET AGAIN.
CAPTAIN
MARVEL (electric):
IT
WAS A TEAM EFFORT TRISH, AND WE’RE JUST HAPPY TO BE ABLE TO HELP.
3.) Pull
back out even further. We’re on the other side of the bar. The TV is in the top
left corner of the panel still showing an image of Trish and Cap. In the middle
ground behind the bar cleaning up a grubby glass is JOE the barkeep. He’s
looking up at the sound of the gruff voice coming from the man sitting slumped
at the bar in the right foreground. The BARFLY has got his back to us. He’s a
big guy with a huge build. He’s dressed in a bulky, outdoor coat with its
fur-lined collar turned up and khaki pants. He’s got a particularly shiny bald
head but we don’t want to good a look at it here. He’s waving a hand in the
direction of the TV. His hand is a dull orange colour with an odd mechanical
appearance.
BARFLY:
HEY BUDDY - -
JOE:
HUH?
BARFLY:
HOWZABOUT SHUTTING
THAT JUNK OFF HUH?
4.) Cut to a
high angle shot. We’re looking down at Joe from a point of view just below the
TV. He’s looking up at the off-panel screening zapping it with a chunky, old
remote. We can see the barfly still slumped over the bar in the background. We
still don’t want to make him out to good here. His face is mostly hidden behind
his turned up collar as he stares down at the almost empty mug of beer on the
counter in front of him. Joe is talking to him over his shoulder without
turning around.
JOE:
A CHANNEL CHANGE DO
YA?
JOE:
HOW ‘BOUT THE GAME?
YANKEES, REDSOX?
5.) Head and
shoulders close up of a barfly from the front. He’s knocking back the remainder
of his mug of beer. He’s tossing it down his throat like Popeye eating spinach
(rather than drinking with his lip pressed to the edge of the glass like a
normal person). From this angle we can finally make out that our surly barfly
is in face ROBOTMAN from the Doom Patrol.
ROBOTMAN
GREAT…
ROBOTMAN:
…FROM ONE BUNCHA OVERINFLATED
JERKS TO ANOTHER.
PAGE THREE
Five
panels, three rows. Panel one is page wide on the top row. Panels two and three
are across them middle. Panels four and five are across the bottom.
1.) Cut to a
few feet across the bar. Another PATRON is partially in the left foreground
with his back to us. We can’t see who it is yet all we can make out is that
he’s short, stumpy and bald. Robotman is still sitting on his stool at the band
but he has turned his head to look in the direction of the new arrival. He’s
scowling, he’s not one for socializing even after the dozen of so beers he’s
had.
PATRON:
AH – YOU’RE NOT A FAN
OF THE JUSTICE SOCIETY EITHER.
PATRON:
IT’S
NICE TO MEET SOMEONE ELSE CAPABLE OF THINKING OUTSIDE THE HERD.
2.) Switch
angles. Now Robotman is in the foreground and we’re looking past him at the
other patron. The other patron is approaching him from the background. Robotman
has his mug upturned, patting the bottom knocking whatever dregs of beer linger
inside into his open mouth. He’s holding the mug in such a way that it obscures
and distorts the face of the other patron. All we can see of him is the long,
buttoned white doctor’s coat he wears. From this angle we can better appreciate
the fact that this guy is pretty damn short.
ROBOTMAN:
I WAS ACTUALLY TALKING
ABOUT THE YANKEES, BUT WHATEVER.
PATRON:
I’M A BIG FAN OF YOURS
MR. STEELE, ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE MYSELF - -
3.) Cut back
to a shot with Robotman’s fan partially in the left foreground with his back to
us. We’re looking past him at Robotman who has swivelled around is his stool to
face the little guy. He looks a little peeved and frustrated. He thinks this
guy is an autograph hunter or something and he’s trying to tell him to take a
hike as politely as a drunken robot ex-super-hero neer-do-well can manage.
ROBOTMAN:
LOOK
BUDDY. I AIN’T ONE FOR BAROOM CHIT-CHAT. I’M JUST HERE FOR THE BOOZE, OKAY?
PATRON:
IN THAT CASE…
4.) Cut to a
close-up shot of the patron’s hand as he plucks some bills from a rather large
bankroll. We can see Robotman looking on in the background. He’s reacting with
shock at the little man’s surprising wealth.
PATRON:
…BARKEEP!
PATRON:
GET MY FRIEND MR
STEELE A DRINK. IN FACT, GET US A BUNCHA
DRINKS.
ROBOTMAN:
HEY IF YOU’RE BUYING,
PULL UP A STOOL….
5.) Cut to a
shot looking down on the little guy from Robotman’s point of view. Here we
finally reveal that the little guy is in fact DOCTOR SIVANA. He’s grinning up
at us as, his eyes hidden behind coke-bottle lens. He’s tucking his bankroll
back in his pocket with one hand and holding out a few bills between the index
and middle finger of his other hand.
ROBOTMAN (off panel):
…WHAT DID YOU SAY YOU
NAME WAS?
DOC SIVANA:
IT’S DOCTOR SIV - -
DOC SIVANA:
- - STEVIE. I MEAN
DOCTOR STEVIE.
PAGE FOUR
Six
panels, three rows. Standard six panel grid, two panels per row.
1.) Cut to a
mid-figure profile shot of Robotman and Sivana now sitting of adjacent stools. They’re
clinking two over-filled mugs of frothy beer. Excess beer sluices over the
sides of both mugs as they strike one another. Both of the drinkers are smiling
warmly at one another.
ROBOTMAN:
WELL THANKS FOR THE
BEER DOC.
DOC SIVANA:
AN IMMENSE PLEASURE
MR. STEELE. WHAT SHOULD WE DRINK TO.
2.) Cut to
an angle looking past Robotman as Sivana. Cliff is knocking back half of his
mug of beer in one mammoth swig. Beyond him Sivana is still holding out his
drink in a toast. He has a creepy, over-eager smile on his buck-toothed face.
Whatever he’s up to here it’s almost certainly not good.
ROBOTMAN:
WHATEVER DOC, IT’S
YOUR NICKEL.
DOC
SIVANA:
HOW
ABOUT TO CAPTAIN MARVEL AND HIS JUSTICE
SOCIETY COHORTS RECEIVING THEIR RICHLY
DESERVED
COME-UPPANCE?
3.) Cut to a
mid-figure, face-on, close-up of Robotman. He’s plonking his half-finished mug
down on the bar with one hand and holding out his other hand in a ‘stop right
there’ gesture. He’s fixed us with a slightly lop-sided but still quite
intimidating stare of contempt.
ROBOTMAN:
LOOK,
I’M SURE YOU’RE A PERFECTLY NICE, CREEPY, SAWN-OFF LITTLE DOCTOR GUY OKAY.
ROBOTMAN:
BUT
THE LAST THING I WANT TO JAW ABOUT IS FRICKING SUPER-HEROES. YOU GET ME?
4.) Reverse
angle. This is a mid-figure face-on shot of Sivana. He had been in the middle
of assuring Cliff that his rants about super-heroes was over, but now his face
has contorted with over-blown shock and he’s pointing up and off panel with one
stubby finger.
DOC SIVANA:
OF COURSE, I UNDER - -
DOC SIVANA:
GREAT TESLA’S GHOST!
WHAT A SPECTACULAR TOUCHDOWN!
5.) Cut to a
high angle shot. The TV on the bar-room wall is partially visible in the top
left of the panel. We’re looking down from it at Robotman and Sivana. Cliff has
turned his attention toward the TV with a look of amused confusion on his face.
Behind him Sivana is hurriedly rummaging in the inside pockets of his coat.
ROBOTMAN:
DUNNO WHAT KINDA TOUCHDOWNS
YOU’RE USED TO SEEING PAL.
ROBOTMAN:
BUT
WASN’T NO REDSOX PLAYERS SCORING ‘EM, AND EVEN IF IT WASN’T A COMPLETELY
DIFFERENT
SPORT.
THAT IS A COMMERCIAL FOR TAMPONS.
6.) Tight
close up on Sivana’s hand. He’s holding his hand over Robotman’s beer. There is
a pair of tablets dropping from his palm into the mug.
DOC SIVANA:
OF COURSE SILLY ME!
SFX:
PLINK! PLINK!
SFX:
FIZZZ
DOC SIVANA:
SORRY, I WAS NEVER
MUCH OF A SPORTS ENTHUSIAST.
PAGE FIVE
Six panels, three rows. Standard six panel grid, two panels per row.
1.) Cut back
to our angled two shot with Robotman in the foreground and Sivana visible
beyond him. Robotman has turned his attention back to his drink. He’s knocking
back what’s left in his mug with one swallow. Beyond him Sivana is rubbing his
hands together his a classic mad scientist grin plastered all over his face.
ROBOTMAN:
NO KIDDING.
2.) Cut to a
shot from behind Sivana’s stool. Robotman has turned to face the sawn-off
scientist. He’s patting him heavily on one shoulder with a big metal mitt. He’s
gesturing toward panel left with his head, explaining that he’s cutting the
evenings boozing session short.
ROBOTMAN:
LOOK DOC, THANKS FOR
THE BEER, IT’S BEEN REAL.
ROBOTMAN:
BUT MAYBE I OUGHTA
MOSEY, Y’KNOW.
3.) Robotman
is in a head and shoulders close up in the bottom foreground as he heads for
the exit. He’s tossing a dismissive wave back over his shoulder at Sivana. We
can see the Doctor over his shoulder. He’s still sitting at his stool at the
bar. He’s raising his glass cheerily to Cliff as he walks away.
DOC SIVANA:
OF COURSE MISTER
STEELE, GOOD LUCK WITH THAT.
ROBOTMAN:
UM,
YEAH. THANK DOC, ‘PPRECIATE THE SUPPORT. HEY MAYBE I’LL SEE YOU - -
4.) Tight
close up on Robotman’s face as his pupils roll back into his skull in a classic
comedy faint.
ROBOTMAN (small):
- - ROUND?
5.) Robotman
collapses. The top of his head is disappearing off the bottom foreground. He’s
left behind motion lines that convey the velocity of his sudden descent. In the
background Sivana still on his stool is theatrically exclaiming about his
‘friend’s’ plight, with a hand cupped around his mouth.
DOC SIVANA:
UH OH! IT LOOKS MY
FERROUS FRIEND MAY HAVE OVERDONE IT A LITTLE!
6.) We’re
looking up at Sivana who is now bent over us, through Robotman’s eyes. The
image is swimming and distorted but we can see the wide, self-satisfied grin on
Sivana’s face.
DOC SIVANA:
DON’T WORRY THOUGH…
DOC SIVANA:
I’LL SEE THAT HE GETS
HOME SAFE.
PAGE SIX
Five panels, five rows. All panels page wide.
1.) This is
our first ‘Robotman eye-slit view’. This panel is all black except for two
portals into the outside world in the shape of the eye-slits of Robotman’s
helmet. These portals are surrounded by a rivet lined border – like we’re
really looking out from inside a metal helmet. In this panel, we can’t see
anything other than darkness through the eye-slits. The over-dramatic voice
coming from out of the off panel darkness belongs to Doctor Sivana.
LETTERING
NOTE: As we’re looking out at the world, essentially, from inside Robotman’s
head his speech balloons can be tail-less in these panels.
ROBOTMAN:
UGGH. WHAT HAPPENED?
ROBOTMAN:
THIS AIN’T THE GROG
SPOT? WHERE AM I?
DOC
SIVANA (off panel):
STILL
HAVEN’T FIGURED IT OUT YET MY SLOW-WITTED CYBORG. ALLOW ME TO ILLUMINATE YOU…
2.) Still
with the eye-slit view. A spotlight of illumination has appeared out of the
darkness revealing Doctor Sivana standing in front of us with a jackal’s grin
on his face. He’s got his face almost pressed to one eye-hole and his hand
making a grasping gesture right in front of the other.
Sivana
is standing on the wooden floor of a scaffold. The metal railing that surrounds
the edge of the scaffold can be seen behind him but beyond that is just
darkness.
DOC SIVANA:
YOU ARE IN THE
CLUTCHES OF…
DOC SIVANA (jag) :
DOCTOR SIVANA!
3.) Eye-slit
view. Robotman is bellowing at the diminutive doctor now. Sivana looks
unimpressed and not intimidated in the slightest though. He’s got one arm
behind his back, as he stroked his chin thoughtfully considering his captive’s
questions.
ROBOTMAN:
YA SAWN-OFF LITTLE
RUNT! WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME? HOW’D I GET HERE?
DOC SIVANA:
IT WAS REALLY QUITE
SIMPLE…
4.) Eye-slit
view. Doc Sivana has drawn close to our eye-holes again. His head and shoulders
are visible in one. He’s grinning widely a finger pressed to one temple. He’s
holding out a hand which is visible through the other eye-hole. Between the
thumb and forefinger of that hand he holds what looking like a pill, but it has
what looks like a circuit-board like design on its surface.
DOC SIVANA:
FIRST I SPIKED YOUR
DRINK WITH ROBO-HYPNOL.
DOC SIVANA:
AN INGENIOUS TECHNO-ORGANIC
COMPOUND OF MY OWN DESIGN, PART COMPUTER VIRUS, PART BIOLOGICAL SEDATIVE.
ROBOTMAN:
YOU SLIPPED ME A ROBOT ROOFIE?
5.) Eye-slit
shot. Doctor Sivana has turned away from us. He’s finishing his story with a
dismissive wave of his hand.
DOC SIVANA:
WHEN IT TOOK EFFECT I
SIMPLY WHEELED YOU HERE IN A SHOPPING CART.
ROBOTMAN:
A SHOPPING CART?
DOC
SIVANA:
THE
BAR KEEPS ONE FOR WHEELING OVER-INDULGENT PATRONS TO THE EMERGENCY ROOM.
ROBOTMAN:
AW GEEZ.
PAGE SEVEN
Four panels, four rows. All panels are page wide.
1.) Eye-slit
shot. Doc Sivana still has his back to us. He has folded his arms across his
chest and is shooting a disdainful glance back over his shoulder in our
direction. He looks like a huffy disapproving eight year old.
ROBOTMAN:
AWRIGHT, AWRIGHT. THIS
IS BAD.
ROBOTMAN:
I
GUESS I’LL JUST CLAW BACK WHATEVER DIGNITY I CAN BY KICKING YOUR SORRY
HALF-PINT BUTT.
DOC. SIVANA:
HMMPH! I’D LIKE TO SEE
YOU TRY.
2.) Eye-slit shot. Our point of view is judders and shaking a little as Robotman tries to move, hoping to make good on his threat. Unfortunately juddering and shaking is about all he can manage. Sivana has turned toward us. He’s shrugging his shoulders a gloating smile on his face.
ROBOTMAN:
UGH!
ROBOTMAN:
NGHH!
ROBOTMAN:
UHH!
ROBOTMAN:
HEY! WHY CAN’T
I MOVE?
DOC SIVANA:
THAT’S BECAUSE YOU’RE
NEW SYSTEMS ARE STILL BOOTING UP.
3.) Eye-slit
shot. Doc Sivana is throwing his arms wide open as he exclaims. He’s gushing
over the greatness of his work and like any mad scientist he’s being very
over-exuberant as he does it.
ROBOTMAN:
NEW SYSTEMS? WHAT HAVE
YOU DONE TO ME?
DOC SIVANA:
OH, MY TIN-PLATED
FRIEND, WHERE DO I BEGIN?
DOC SIVANA:
SUFFICE IT TO SAY YOU
HAVE UNDERGONE A GRAND
TRANSFORMATION!
4.) Eye-slit
shot. Doc Sivana is facing us, but he’s turning his head looking back over his
shoulder. A VOICE from behind him has suddenly grabbed his attention. There’s a
light in the darkness beyond and below the edge of scaffold platform now. We
can’t see what it is here, but we will in the next panel.
VOICE:
FUNNY.
I WAS JUST WONDERING WHAT A GRAND TRANSFORMATION YER FACE WILL UNDERGO…
PAGE EIGHT
Four
panels, three rows. Panel one is on the top row and is page wide, it’s a big
establishing shot so give it plenty of room. Panel two is in the middle and is
also page wide but needs less room. Panels three and four split the bottom row,
1.) Cut to a
low angle, full figure team shot of the JUSTICE SOCIETY. Front and centre with
his hands on his hips and his cape whipping in the breeze is the big red cheese
himself CAPTAIN MARVEL. He’s flanked on the left by POWER GIRL and MR TERRIFIC.
On the right he’s flanked by ALAN ‘GREEN LANTERN’ SCOTT and WILDCAT. Wildcat is
pointing up at the off panel-villain finishing the smack talk he started in the
last panel. The guys are back-lit, windswept, battle-ready and looking awesome!
WILDCAT:
…WHEN IT ‘GOES UNDER’
MY FISTS.
DOC SIVANA (off
panel):
AH…THE JUSTICE
SOCIETY…
2.) Back to
an eye-slit shot. Doc Sivana is standing by the edge of the scaffold. He’s
sweeping an arm back in our direction like he’s a game-show host presenting a
contestant with the mystery prize. If we can make the angle work lets show the
JSA guys standing back-lit in the open doorway way down in the background
beyond the scaffold’s edge.
DOC SIVANA:
…I’M SO GLAD YOU
RECEIVED MY INVITATION…
DOC SIVANA:
…I HAVE A NEW FRIEND
THAT I’M ANXIOUS FOR YOU TO MEET.
ROBOTMAN:
HEY! WAIT A MINUTE - -
3.) Cut to a
high angle shot of Captain Marvel. He’s standing steadfast and unmoved by the
mad doctor’s boasts. He’s pointing a finger up in our direction a look of grim
determination on his face.
CAP MARVEL:
ANOTHER ROBOT SIVANA?
CAP
MARVEL:
WE
ALREADY DESTROYED ONE OF YOUR CREATIONS AND WE’LL DESTROY A THOUSAND MORE IF
THAT’S
WHAT IT TAKES TO BRING YOU DOWN.
4.) Same
high angle shot (maybe a little closer, its up to you). Wildcat has snuck up
next to Cap and is leaning in close to him, whispering to him behind the back
of his hand. Captain’s Marvel’s eyes have darted to his peripheral vision to
look at Wildcat. His ultra-confident expression has faltered and he looks kind
of goody for a moment.
WILDCAT (whisper):
HEY CAP, HOWZABOUT
‘STEADA JAWIN’ ABOUT IT, YA GO DO IT HUH?
CAP. MARVEL (whisper):
OH RIGHT, THANKS
WILDCAT.
PAGE NINE
Five
panels, five rows. All page wide panels.
1.) Cut to a
high angle, full figure action shot. Captain Marvel is hurtling up toward us
like a patriot missile. He’s got one fist stretched out ahead of him and his
cape flapping in the wind in his wake. He’s teeth are bared, his eyes narrowed
and his jaw is set. Let’s drop the background in favour of a solid colour and
some motion lines. He’s about to kick ass and take names and he looks it.
CAPTAIN MARVEL (jag):
BRING IT ON ROBOT!
2.) Back to
an eye-slit shot. Captain Marvel is filling our eye-slots. He’s coming at us
like a run-away freight train. He’s got one fist pulled back ready to deliver
an earth-shattering blow. This does not look good for poor, unfortunate
Robotman.
ROBOTMAN (jag):
WHOA! HEY! WAIT!
ROBOTMAN (jag):
YOU DON’T UNDER - -
3.) No panel
borders, no picture, just a black background and bright SFX right out to the
bleeds.
SFX:
POW!
4.) Back to
an eye-slit shot. There are webs of hair-line cracks in the glass of our
eye-holes now. Looking out past them we can see a huge metallic crab-like claw
swooping into view from off-panel right and swatting Captain Marvel out of the
air like a bothersome insect.
ROBOTMAN:
THAT HURT YA BIG RED
JERK!
ROBOTMAN:
I OUGHTA - -
5.) Eye-slit
shot. We’re looking through the cracks at the claw now. Robotman is holding it
closer to his eye-holes now taking a closer look at what has now realized…is his hand!
ROBOTMAN:
IS THAT…
ROBOTMAN (jag):
MY…HAND?
PAGE TEN
Three panels, two rows. Panels two and three are across the bottom. Panel on is huge and take up the rest of the page.
1.) Pull
back for a low angle, mammoth shot of the new and ‘improved’ Robotman. He’s out
through the scaffolding that had been built around him. It’s exploding into
flying splinters and mangled lead pipes as his new monster body lunges forward.
Let’s show Doc Sivana leaping from the scaffold somewhere amid the chaos and
destruction. His new body is about forty feet tall. It walks on six spider-like
mechanic legs. Atop the legs is a large square titanium body punctuated every
here and there with huge metal spikes. He’s got six mammoth, robot arms (three
on either side of the square body) that end in either robot crab-claws are
giant metal fists. Two huge bazooka-like cannons sit atop the square torso on
either shoulder. Snaking from between them is a long, Doc-Ock-style metal
tendril that serves as a neck as Robotman’s head has been grafted onto the end
of it. This should look equal parts horrifying and ludicrous – a total Doom
Patrol style bad-guy!
LETTERING
NOTE: Lets give Robotman’s speech bubbles back their tails from this point on.
ROBOTMAN (jag, big):
WHAT IN GOD’S NAME
HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!
2.) Cut to a
profile shot of the Justice Society. Wildcat is out in front, pointing up at
the off panel monster Robotman. His head is turned back toward his team-mate as
he bellows an order. The others are standing in a line cutting loose with their
long range weaponry. Power Girl is blasting with her head vision. Green
Lantern’s ring is spewing green fire. Mr Terrific’s T-Sphere’s a belching
crackling streams of plasma energy. All of it surges upward toward the top
right of the panel.
WILDCAT:
HE TOOK DOWN CAP!
WILDCAT:
LET HIM HAVE IT!
3.) Cut to a
close-up low angle shot of the monster Robotman. He’s head is retracting on its
telescopic neck. He’s thrown up two of his mammoth robotic arms deflecting the
onslaught from below. Green fire scorches his forearms, Laser vision bounces
off his fists and plasma energy hammers at his wrists. The expression on his
face is one of exasperation.
SFX:
FWWOOSSHH!!
SFX:
ZING!
ROBOTMAN (jag):
AHHH!
SFX:
ZZAZZAAAKK!!
ROBOTMAN (jag):
QUIT IT YOU PYSCHOS!
I’M ONE OF THE GOOD GUYS!
PAGE ELEVEN
1.) Cut away from the action for a moment. We’re on the ground looking up at the recovering Captain Marvel from a low angle. We only need to see him partially (just his upper body). He’s slowly, shakily lifting himself up of the ground. He looks a little bruised and battered. We can see in his face he’s feeling a little pain. Doc Sivana is in the background, approaching him. He looks a bit worse for wear too. His glasses sit unevenly on his face, the lens cracked. His got cuts and scrapes on his face and bald head. One arm hangs limply from its socket. The sleeve of that arm is puckered and shredded. He grips a bloody wound just above his elbow with his uninjured hand. Still he’s grinning his jackal’s grin.
DOC SIVANA:
AH, ARE YOU AWAKE
CAPTAIN?
DOC SIVANA:
JUST IN TIME TO
WITNESS MY VICTORY.
2.) Cut in
closer. Captain Marvel has turned his head in the direction Sivana is looking.
His concern for his team-mates is etched on his worried face. Sivana is behind
him rubbing his hands and smiling gleefully.
DOC
SIVANA:
THE
FLAW IN MY PREVIOUS AUTOMATONS WAS THAT THEY LACKED THE MENTAL AGILITY AND
UNPREDICATABILITY
OF A HUMAN MIND.
DOC SIVANA:
MY LATEST CREATION HAS
BOTH IS SPADES. NOT TO MENTION…
3.) Pull out
to a big action shot. The Justice Society (minus Cap) is locked in battled with
the now fighting mad monster Robotman. He’s lashing out with all of his limbs.
His spider-like legs are stomping and stabbing at Wildcat. He’s dancing and
dodging for he’s worth trying to stay out of their way. Mr Terrific is diving
to safety as one mammoth fist collides with the spot he’d been standing in. A
crab-like pincer is reaching out for Green Lantern who has taken to the air.
Power Girl has also taken to the air but one of the mammoth fists has reached
out and it’s fingers have telescoped out into long tendrils wrapping themselves
around her arms and legs. Robotman’s head is snaking into the foreground as he
bellows in fury.
CAPTION:
…QUITE THE HOT TEMPER!
ROBOTMAN:
YOU STUPID CAPES! ALWAYS
THINKING WITH YER FISTS!
ROBOTMAN:
LET’S SEE HOW YOU LIKE MINE…
ROBOTMAN:
…COS MAN HAVE I GOT FISTS?
BLURB:
TO BE CONTINUED…
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