The Final Pages: Nineteen, Twenty, Tewnty-one and Twenty-two!

So what do you know, it did actually take me 22 pages to finish this script. It's still not quite right and I get the distinct feeling that once I get deeper into this story I'm going to want to come back and change a lot of details from this issue, but it's in the bag and I guess that's something.

Also, again the formatting is being a total assbag, so sorry for the varying spaces and whatnot.

So, anyway, here are the final pages:


PAGE NINETEEN (four panels)

Panel 1. DARBY in a 1979 4 DOOR BUICK REGAL SEDAN darting around the corner of the building, tires smoking, maybe even knocking over a trashcan.

NO DIALOGUE

Panel 2. We’re inside the bank with the boys now, looking out the door. We see DARBY in the front seat, looking straight at us, smirking, leaning toward us, one arm along the top of the front passenger seat.

DARBY:
Your chariot awaits, fuckwads!

Panel 3. Here we see CAMPBELL opening the rear passenger door, WAYNE tossing his duffle bag into the backseat.

WAYNE:
Don’t get cocky, we’re not out of this yet.


Panel 4. A medium shot of a fire engine racing toward us. We see through the window the driver and a passenger, in full fire gear. The passenger is talking into the receiver on the radio.

PASSENGER:
Engine 49, headed to San Fed, ETA 20 seconds!


PAGE TWENTY (three panels)

Panel 1. We’re back with the boys now. WAYNE has his mask pulled up like a hat again, revealing his face. CAMPBELL has his mask off, which we can see in the backseat. GUY is passing the last bag to CAMPBELL to be put into the car.

DARBY:
C’mon, assholes, we gotta get movin’!


Panel 2. A wide and high exterior shot of the façade of the bank, fully engulfed in flames. We see the fire engine pulling up, along with 2 police squad cars.

NO DIALOGUE

Panel 3. A tight shot of a male police officer exiting his squad car, calling out to other officers in the area.

OFFICER:
Fire squad is going to do a quick preliminary sweep of the ground floor so give them some room! Andrews, I want you and Michelson to swing around the back and check for signs of forced entry! It would be one hell of a coincidence if this was just arson!


PAGE TWENTYONE (three panels)

Panel 1. The car, CAMPBELL in back now, WAYNE climbing in. WAYNE has one hand on the door, one on the roof of the car, one leg in the car, paused, looking back to GUY.

WAYNE:
I know a lot of guys in prison, kid.

Panel 2. We’re on GUY now, who is pulling up his mask to get a better look at WAYNE. GUY looks a bit puzzled, but more like he realizes exactly what’s happening.

WAYNE: (OP)
You squeal on this job, you’ll learn very painfully the subsidy of a young fella like you with a virgin brown eye.


Panel 3. Back on WAYNE, who is now seated in the car. We see CAMPBELL and DARBY both have guns drawn, pointed at GUY.

WAYNE:
This ain’t about you and me, kid. It had to be somebody.



PAGE TWENTYTWO (splash page)


A nice and high, encompassing shot of DARBY, CAMPBELL and WAYNE speeding away, leaving GUY standing in the still open rear entrance.


GUY:
Shit.

 
Thanks for reading and stay tuned,
-Aaron J.