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BONES: Please do have a drink, Mr. Smith. Let’s talk like civilized men.
STINKYMAN: Scotch, no rocks.
Panel 2 – Inside the club, RUSTY has brought two drinks. Wide angle on the corner table with Stinkyman and Bones.
STINKYMAN: ‘Civilized.’ That’s funny. Kidnapping little girls – that’s plenty civilized.
Panel 3 – Stinkyman POV on Bones.
BONES: Eh? Depends on your definition.
STINKYMAN: Of ‘civilized?’
BONES: Of ‘kidnapping.’
Panel 4 – Medium shot of table, Stinkyman leaning in on his forearm getting angry. Bones daintily sips from his glass, very relaxed in his own joint.
STINKYMAN: What the fuck does that mean? You steal children from their homes, from their families and force them to do God knows what. That’s kidnapping in any dictionary, Pal.
BONES: I steal nothing. Quite the opposite, really. I pay for goods and services and then distribute them to an audience willing to pay a premium for, shall we say, hard-to-find items.
Panel 5 – Stinkyman and Bones.
STINKYMAN: Just a simple business man, huh?
BONES: Precisely. It’s none of my concern what a customer does with merchandise after he buys it. It’s his money, you know.
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Panel 1 – Stinkyman drains his scotch.STINKYMAN: You’re one sick bastard. So the girls, where does this ‘merchandise’ come from?
Panel 2 – Bones waves a dismissive hand.
BONES: Nothing to worry about, Mr. Smith. Just a thin cut off the bottom, the forgotten population, the burnt crust society has long since discarded. They won’t be missed.
STINKYMAN: What about their parents?
BONES: Most of them don’t have parents. Just runaways, orphans. Really, this conversation is boring. Let’s talk business.
Panel 3 – Rusty the bartender returns, fills Stinkyman’s tumbler.
STINKYMAN: Rusty? Just leave the bottle. (To Bones) Business?
Panel 4 – Bones smiles wide. This is what he loves.
BONES: Of course. Everything is negotiable. You want something, there is a price to pay.
STINKYMAN: What do I want?
Panel 5 – Bones for the first time looks downright sinister and we see that he can be one scary motherfucker!
BONES: You came for a girl, right? To rescue some broken doll from the land of misfit toys? Is that right, Mr. Smith? Isn’t that why you barged into my place and killed two of my men? Why you insult me, threaten me? Violence will get you nowhere in here, Mr. Smith, but you can certainly have anything you want.
Panel 6 – Stinkyman is now flanked by two Super-size bodyguards, each holding guns. There will be no element of surprise for our hero this time. Stinkyman gives an annoyed glance toward one of the guards.
STINKYMAN: For a price of course.
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Panel 1 – Bones, back to his charming persona, tugs on the lapels of his immaculate suit. Big grin.
BONES: Armani doesn’t give away suits, Mr. Smith.
STINKYMAN: How much?
Panel 2 – Wide shot from inside the club. We can see Stinkyman, Bones and the guards.
BONES: How much are you being paid to find this runaway?
STINKYMAN: Would Macy’s tell Gimbels?
BONES: Ballpark?
STINKYMAN: Ten.
Panel 3 – Tight on Bones, frowning.
BONES: Liar, liar, Mr. Smith. You wouldn’t even knock on my door for less than twenty.
Panel 4 – Tight on Stinkyman.
STINKYMAN: If you say so.
Panel 5 – Medium on Bones and Stinkyman.
BONES: If you don’t tell me, then I’m forced to guess. Desperate Mommy and Daddy want their little angel back. Willing to pay top dollar for someone of your apparent skill. Must be rich. Poor people would go to the police, put their faith in the system.
STINKYMAN: Wow. You’re impressive. Ever think about going on Johnny Carson?
Panel 6 – I don’t know, you figure out the angle. Jesus, this could look really boring with all this bullshit talking…
BONES: Seventy-five sounds fair, but I’ll say an even hundred.
STINKYMAN: If you think I’m getting paid a hundred grand for this gig, you’re sadly mistaken and wildly incorrect.
BONES: No, Mr. Smith. The one hundred-thousand dollars is my price to you.
STINKYMAN: Look, Bonehead. I don’t know what kind of Monopoly money you’re used to throwing around, but—
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Panel 1 – Medium on Bones from Stinkyman POV.
BONES: Do not insult me again. You have my price. It’s fair and you know it. Go ask the family for two-hundred, if you’re not getting that much already. They’ll pay it and you’ll still clear a hundred K. And with no more violence.
Panel 2 – Medium on Stinky, over the shoulder from Bones’ POV. The bald hero is pondering the offer … with another swig of scotch.
Panel 3 – Big wide shot of the club. Stinkyman stands to leave, taking the half-empty bottle of booze with him.
CAPTION: Not the best offer I was hoping for, but it was as good as it was going to get.
STINKYMAN: I’ll think about it. I’ll let you know tomorrow. Goodnight, Bones.
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All Panels – Stinkyman leaving the Diplomat Lounge (Members Only) and walking the dark South Florida streets back to his car, let’s say a 1978 Ford LTD., baby-shit brown.
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Panel 1 – Stinkyman at the wheel. Pissed.CAPTION: To hell with that Boney freak show.
Panel 2 – Stinkyman opens the glove box, pulls out a pistol.
Panel 3 – Tight on the pistol as he racks the slide. CHIK!
Panel 4 – Stinkyman opens his trunk.
Panel 5 – Stinkyman POV inside his trunk. It’s a fucking arsenal. This would be a cool opportunity to put in some whacky shit. Besides ridiculously aggressive looking guns, how about some silly stuff like a torn Alive II cover or a tennis racket, I don’t know. You’re the one drawring the pitchers.
Panel 6 – Stinkyman loads up on firepower.
CAPTION: John Rambo? He’s a pussy. (NOTE: Not sure about the cheese factor here. Certainly not married to the line if we want to kill it.
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All Panels – Main panel is Stinkyman busting through the front door of the Diplomat Lounge (Members Only) and opening fire with everything he’s got. I envision the rest of the panels to be inset into the main image. One of those is in the upper left corner, showing Stinkyman just approaching the outside of the club. The others would be scattered around, showing the damage he’s done.
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