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Reg, pictured as half Reg Reynolds/half Phantom Kid, is running towards the reader over a hurdle on a track field -- it's a sort of surreal picture as the industrial Railway City towers over the school's small, grassy track field. "Big Wheels Turn...Little Cogs Grind"
Credits:
Writer: Keith Planit; Artist ; Letterer ; Colorist
PAGE 2 Reg is running the track, over hurdles (take as many panels as you like here). He has a brace on one knee, an ace bandage from wrist to elbow on one arm, two healing black eyes, a cut lip, and partially healed lacerations all over...it's amazing he's got this kind of energy. Through the page, Reg should be depicted jumping higher over the hurdles than the others. His concentration should look stronger than his teammates', and he should be ahead of most of the team (maybe two or three can match him for speed as he's running at 70%, the most). At bottom of page, as others collapse at the end, he stands triumphant, a couple of guys patting him on the back. PAGE 3 Interior Locker Room: PANEL ONE: The guys are doin' their guy things, angle favoring Reg and a kid we'll call Todd. TODD: Hey, Reg, man, that was some serious juice out there, I mean, considering what
happened to you. ANOTHER KID: Were you really mugged? REG: Well...look at me. What do you think? PANEL TWO: Favoring Todd and/or Reg... TODD: Maybe it was, like, one of those Monster Trucks, kinda' slammed into you. REG: That woulda' been easier. PANEL THREE: OTHER KID: He probably tried hooking up with some girls at Railway East. REG: What's that? Club? TODD: A public high school. East High...down the street...buttbrain. PANEL FOUR: A DIFFERENT KID: They're way out of your league anyway, Reg. TODD: The man's got a point, farm-boy! Hah!! TODD 2: ...You know we're just goofin', right? PANEL FIVE: Reg looks somewhat dejected as he heads out... REG: Yeah. REG 2: Yeah, no problem, man. PANEL SIX: TODD: Guess he can take a punch but not a joke, huh? DIFFERENT KID: I dunno. Guy's kind of a jerk. I heard he laid into Gordo
Breckerman for no reason. OTHER KID: No way!! Breckerman's a total jerk! PAGE 4-5 Myriad panels of: Crain online ordering stuff with Dad's credit card and having
it all sent to some other address, printing out fake IDs for himself
(with the name of Frank Shale), picking up merchandise at "MailBoxes Et. Al."... Interspersed with the above are shots of Reg adding a bullet-proof vest to
his outfit, a couple of gauntlets which reach to his elbow, some protective armor
around his neck which also holds his new cape... He also has some basic
gadgets: night-vision binoculars, a small flashlight, a skeleton key, and darts. While Reg is working on the above, a few thought balloons: REG 1 (thought): Guys were a little rough on me...or am I being stupid? REG 2 (thought): Seems like the only friend I've got is the kid with the occasional
England accent over there... REG 3 (thought): Maybe I shouldn't have left so suddenly...but the school year
already started...mom was jonesin' to "do right by" me. REG 4 (thought): I miss Becky. I mean, I just find out she likes me, and then I
move across four states! I don't even know if I like being here...but I like doing
this. NOTE: There will be dialogue added to the above-described scene where necessary
[based upon artwork] -- with
Crain talking and Reg barely listening, right now, however, just a convo on darts is
scripted... CRAIN: And, I think you should have something a little more...offensive. REG: Darts! Cool. What, they tranquilizers or something? CRAIN: Heey! That'd be tight! Yeah, I'll see if I can find darts
that are tranqs! PAGE 6 PANEL ONE: It's NIGHT: Det. Lopez is at the police station, talking to a Sergeant (it can be a
Sergeant's office, Lope's desk, hallway, whatever). SGT: Well, Emilio, the Muertés have done a good job staying invisible since
the girl's death. Our boys haven't spotted a single one, and whatever hideouts they
had, they've changed. LOPEZ: Hmm...We don't need the horde. The gang was stupid enough to sign their
little, mm, message; if we can grab just one or two, tell 'em they're accessories
to a murder, they'll talk... LOPEZ 2: ...Nobody wants to go to prison, not even for street cred.
They'll definitely talk. PANEL TWO: Lopez is walking away. SGT: You have to find "one or two" first. LOPEZ: Yep. I know. On my way...
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PANEL THREE: Outside the station. A voice comes from the shadows... the shadows we see look like the shape of garbage can lids, bags, and other junk from an alleyway.... PK (invisible amongst the silhouettes of garbage): I need your help. Uh, I mean, if you are him. PANEL FOUR: Close on Lope...smirking. LOPEZ: Well, Phantom Kid, if you are him -- you're sorta tough to see in the dark -- do you know who you're, mm, looking for? |
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PANEL FIVE:
PK walks out of the shadow, we see that some of the shapes in the shadows were part of him (i.e. a garbage bag shape was his cape)...He's wearing the improved costume.
PK: Lopez. From the article in the Post.
PK 2: The police station has skylights, so I've been following you around the station.
PANEL SIX:
Lope looks back, up at the station, and...
PANEL SEVEN:
back at PK.
LOPEZ: What, you got a fancy listening device?
PANEL EIGHT:
PK: Um...
He's holding up a stethoscope..
PK 2: I caught, like, every third word.
PAGE 7
PANEL ONE:
SCENE: at a Railway City ICL train station...we seem to be on the edge of what has been becoming Muerté territory.
There's a large painted Muerté symbol on a nearby building...Lopez and Phantom Kid talk, the latter looking through a large file.
LOPEZ: The building beyond this dilapidated place, that's the first place we raided, but they kept going back there.
LOPEZ 2: Not this time though.
TWO:
PK: Sergeant L--
LOPE: Detective.
PK: Oh. Um, Detective Lopez, I don't know if I can actually do this--
LOPE: I know...I read what happened to you a couple weeks back. My guess is it still hurts...but, mm, I also know you're not gonna give up either...People like us, we just have to do this, right?
THREE:
PK: Yeah! Yeah, I do.
LOPEZ: I'm not gonna tell you to go risk your life, that's the job of someone with a badge, but I've seen guys like you before...
FOUR:
A train approaches.
LOPE: ...If you're gonna help, help. Just don't be stupid about it this time, mé oye?
PK: I'm taking French...was that "understand"?
LOPEZ: Close enough. Let me know when we should step in. I'm not kidding.
FIVE:
Lopez is stepping onto the train; PK is preparing to depart as well...
Phantom Kid: Yes, sir.
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