by D-Rod on Thu Jan 15, 2009 11:21 pm
COLD COMFORT
PAGE 1
“Memories”
PANEL 1
CAPTION: Innsmouth, Massachusetts. 2001
WP. A wide view of modern Innsmouth by night from somewhere out in the bay; the town lights twinkle distantly, the shadowy finger of the lighthouse points skywards. Surf breaks over rocks in the foreground – this is the outermost edge of the reef.
1 THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
Is cold.
2 THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
Night is cold. Water is cold.
PANEL 2
CU of the rocks, surf foaming around them in inky black water.
3 THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
Heart is cold.
PANEL 3
Same CU of the rocks, white bubbles surging round them in the black water, only now two golden orbs shimmer beneath the water’s surface ominously – eyes.
4 THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
Heart beat slow in cold water… it call to shore.
PANEL 4
CU. Out of the frothy water rises a hand; deep olive-green skin, clawed. It grips at the wet rocks.
5 THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
Call to hunt.
PANEL 5
Focus on a female Slaad hauling herself up onto the rocks of the reef; pose predatory, body glistening, limbs hunched and tense.
6 THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
Hunt. Yes. But remember time before cold. Time before lights on shore.
7 THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
Before men move over water.
PANEL 6
We return to the WP view of Innsmouth, though now the female Slaad is standing upright, almost majestic on the rocks; back turned to us, gazing inland at the lights.
8 THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
Time before Master…
9 THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
… time before Order…
PAGE 2
“The Hunt”
PANEL 1
CAPTION: The Islands of Polynesia. 1839.
We look from the waterline at a landscape from a tourist’s dream; blazing tropical sun, gentle turquoise sea, a crescent of blackish volcanic sand, the occasional rock, lush green tropical forest beyond it. A few tiny figures walk along the shore.
1 THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
Remember home… warm home. Remember hunt. Hunt in time before…
PANEL 2
Focus on a small group of islanders; three or four men, one woman, dressed in woven plant kilts/capes/headgear. The men carry spears, stone axes, clubs, etc. and are heavily tattooed. Perhaps they are an escort for the woman, a hunting party, who can say? They do look cautions, pensive.
2 THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
Life simple then. Some humans serve us. Worship Father.
3 BURLY ISLANDER:
Come on, it looks safe for now.
4 FEMALE ISLANDER:
The sun is still up… they never come out by day.
5 MALE ISLANDER:
Even if you cannot see the shark’s fin, he is still there, sister…
PANEL 3
A pack of Slaad surge from the water, males and females. We can just about recognise from the body markings our narrator in the back of the mob, her skin a brighter, more vivid green colour.
6 THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
Others… prey!
7 SLAAD MALE NUMERO UNO:
Kill!
8 SLAAD MALE NUMERO DOS:
Eat you!
8 SLAAD FEMALE NUMERO TRE:
Taste blood!
PANEL 4
WP. The battle is met, water splashing around the ankles of the combatants. The first island warrior is cut down by a slash of claws; tumbling forward into his own spilling guts and red seawater. One of the Slaad catches a spear in the chest and is impaled. One warrior struggles with a pair of Slaad pushing him to the water, but has enough thought to yell out to the horrified island girl. Emphasis on grittiness, horror, brutality – the fight is uneven, but the humans can fight to the end at least…
9 BURLY ISLANDER:
Run! RUN!
PANEL 4
… which comes soon enough. The aftermath is gruesome. Body parts litter the shore, and the Slaad feast. The focal point of the panel is our narrator-Slaad, cradling the severed head of one of the island men like a coconut and chewing on the sinews hanging out of the neck. Blood spills down her neck and chest and is spattered across her skin in places.
10 THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
Heart beat fast. Blood hot. Hunt good.
PANEL 5
Focus on the terrified island girl, struggling on her back in the pink-tinged foam, trying to find purchase with her feet to get up and run. One male Slaad has hold of her hair, another (Numero Uno) looms over her menacingly.
11 SLAAD MALE NUMERO UNO:
Pretty…
PANEL 6
CU on the male Slaad’s face and great red eyes, the girl’s frightened face reflected in both of them. His expression is all teeth, tongue and hunger.
12 SLAAD MALE NUMERO UNO:
Taste pretty!
SFX – THE GIRL SCREAMS
PANEL 7
SFX – THE GIRL’S SCREAMING CARRIES THROUGH THE FOLLOWING PANEL
Focus on our narrator, still munching. A nearby Slaad, holding a severed arm like an oversized drumstick, gestures out to sea. Out at sea, we see an 1800’s-era sailing ship entering the bay.
13 THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
Life simple. Life good.
14 SLAAD MALE NUMERO QUATTRO:
Look.
15 THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
Ship come. Change come. He come…
PAGE 3
“Him”
PANEL 1
WP. We see the broadside of one vessel. She looks like she has seen a hard journey at sea; the odd sail is ragged, but not so much as to cripple the vessel. A ships’ boat pulls away from the anchored ship. The seamen aboard it look tired, wary about the foreign shore, those not rowing cradling muskets and weapons. At the head of the landing craft stands Obadiah Marsh; young, charismatic, bold, unafraid… perhaps a little crazed, but barely perceptible. Costume more like that of a nobleman than his rough-looking crewmen. The tone of the frame is like one of those patriotic, somewhat idealised pictures of the tough seagoing explorers of the South Pacific (like James Cook) meets Washington Crossing the Delaware.
1 THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
Him. He bring men from far away. He seek gold. Seek us.
2 OLD SAILOR:
We’ve been sailing around these islands for weeks… what makes you think it’s this one?
3 OBED MARSH:
Trust me, what we’re looking for is here. I can feel it.
4 OLD SAILOR:
And you think these natives will just give it to us?
5 MEAN-LOOKING SWABBY:
Oh, we can be real persuasive, Jocko…
PANEL 2
Focus on Obed being met at the shoreline by a crowd of natives. These are dressed differently to the ones we saw before; the men wear shaggy capes of dark grass and grotesque golden masks that mimic the features of the Slaad. They also have a lot of dazzling jewellery but seem more savage than the natives we saw butchered on the beach.
6 THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
He follow legend. Find land near home. Our hunting ground.
PANEL 3
We see another one of the ‘cursed’ islanders, a high priest or witchdoctor, standing before a grotesque altar in their village, quilted with the rusty stains of blood sacrifices. He holds aloft a wooden stave, the head of which is carved into a curious-looking effigy; there is a bestial face, coiling tendrils… a crude replica of something else. The native’s mask is similar to that of the Master we know from the 21st century.
7 THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
Humans who worship us tell him of gold, of pact with us. They speak of Hydra. Speak of temple.
8 THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
Fools.
PANEL 4
Under cover of darkness, Obed storms the temple with his men. The temple is carved into the rock of a huge tidal cave of black volcanic rock, the water much less deep as this is low tide. The walls are craved with disturbing, coiled murals; suggestive of octopi and other squirming horrors of the deep, and an avenue of pillars, carved into the shapes of impossible mer-creatures, lead to a small stepped pyramid that rises out of the seawater; stone cracked, the pyramid slightly listing to one side as though the centuries of tidal action are slowly trying to topple it. Something distantly glints at the summit. The men wade through knee-deep water towards the pyramid. They are being assailed by the natives; hurling spears or attempting close combat. The islanders are though outmatched by the sailor’s muskets; several of them float face down in the water. Obed wades forward at the head of the group, the others follow with weapons raised, looking backwards and to the sides at the native attackers. We recognise the mean-looking sailor and the older mariner from earlier. The mean looking one seems to be having a good time taking potshots at the natives.
9 THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
He return in dark, take Hydra…
10 OLD SAILOR:
Damnit, they just keep coming… you’d think they’d stop after we killed so many.
11 MEAN–LOOKING SWABBY:
Ha! Suits me just fine!
PANEL 5
CU. Obed takes the Hydra from where it sits; a recess in the abdomen of a strangely human statue, albeit one with tentacles coiling out from its back. We can see the surface more clearly now; it appears to show the tangled, tenticular serpent-headed tendrils of the Hydra, coiled about a squat, fish-headed figure. As his hands meet the surface of the stone his eyes flash and crackle with ruby energy. His facial expression is one of shock, pain.
12 THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
Blood Hydra show things to him… whisper to him. Change him.
13 OBED MARSH (WHISPERING):
Dear God, it’s true… it’s all true… this is my destiny… this is what I must do…
PANEL 6
WP. A montage of horrors; the sailors run rampant with rifles and swords, devastating villages, massacring islanders, etc. Huts burn, the ground is stained red with masses of spilt blood; genocide begins.
14 THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
Men from far away give old worshipers to us. Fires burn night away. Sea runs red. Worshippers beg mercy. Tell him everything. Tell of Father. Tell of us. Tell how to call us…
PANEL 7
WP as Obed stands waist-deep in the sea during the night; he holds aloft in one hand the Blood Hydra. A particularly ancient Offspring towers over him, armour covered with spines and barnacles as testament to his advanced years. Obed shows no signs of fear as he gazes up at the monster. Slaad rise around them both in positions of veneration.
15 THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
He make bargain with us. We give gold. He give blood. Offspring. Wake Great Father.
16 THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
We accept. Accept Word.
PANEL 8
Focus on the deck of Obed’s ship during the day; the crew look jubilant; they are loading all manner of strange gold treasures into the hold from a group of native boats. Obed is there; a leather shoulder-bag with a head-sized lump in it now part of his costume; a faint glimmer of red shines from it. In the background the smoke rises in ominous black plumes from somewhere beyond the jungle treeline.
17 THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
They take gold. Worshippers gone, so we leave with Hydra.
18 THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
With Him…
PAGE 4
“Exodus”
PANEL 1
SP. What we see is like a giant cross-section of the ocean, compressed into a single image. At the very top we see Obed’s flotilla of vessels crashing through moderate, brilliant blue waves towards us; their movement majestic, purposeful, under the sun-dappled sky.
Below the waves, though, a scene from nightmares plays out. The water is a deeper-blue, beyond the sight of the men on the surface. Here, the Deep Ones have begun their exodus. The Slaad swim our way in great schools like Hammerhead sharks; ominous, threatening shapes rendered like shadows in the dim blue waters. Slaad of all sizes. Even more distantly behind them are huge shapes; gigantic unspeakable somethings big enough to tear the oblivious flotilla on the surface into matchwood. Our narrator is there, swimming along in the foreground.
The ocean grows gradually dimmer still. Along the sea floor giant black obelisks carved with mysterious runes, signs and symbols, and graven idols of mer-creatures are hauled by Offspring and Slaad alike with weedy woven ropes, like the labourers of Egypt dragging stones to the pyramids (Offspring are a distinct minority however). The largest monoliths are dragged by titanic somethings out of frame; we see their tentacles, thick as ship’s masts, and hints of their bodies, but nothing definite – they are every sea monster rolled into one. The whole scene is lit by the glow of luminescent blobs of light; glowing fish or squid. The movement kicks up lazy clouds of muddy sediment behind it, like dust behind a speeding car, though the whole scene seems in slow-motion.
1 THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
He return. To land far away. Return with gold, with Hydra. Return with Word.
2 THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
We follow.
3 THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
Our idols to Father follow, stones older than we. Great Ones move them through dark. We move them. Our beasts follow. All go.
PANEL 2
CU. We see human hands (Obed’s?) working at ship’s charts by candlelight. A drafting-compass, pen, inkwell, cover of a ship’s log, etc. are at the edges of our view. A long weaving line marks the journey of the flotilla of ships across the Pacific and down the coast of South America, round Cape Horn, heading north.
4 THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
Travel far… far away to where He come from. So far. Warm sea grow cold…
PANEL 3
WP. At sea level we look inland at the coastline of Innsmouth at dusk. The hull of a merchant ship intersects our view; Obed’s flotilla is within sight of home. We can make out the shapes of the houses, the port, even the shorter, more archaic original lighthouse. Ominously, the domed heads of the Deep Ones sit half-submerged in the still water, unseen and unnoticed, looking inland at their new domain.
5 THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
We go to new home. Home for Father. Home for us. To old home of Y’ha-nthlei. We become many. Offspring come. Is pact. Pact with Him.
Pact with Inns-mouth…
PAGE 5
“Promises”
PANEL 1
CAPTION: Innsmouth, Massachusetts. 1958.
WP. We see Innsmouth further along in time again, looking along the beach near the lighthouse after dark. The town is more developed though not as modern as we are used to. The lighthouse looms in the background, town lights behind it. To give some period flavour to the scene there is an old 1940’s car body sat rusting in the sand and grass of the high shoreline. Crouching behind this man-made boulder is our female Slaad, skin now a slightly darker green. Down the beach a way we see a small, distant light – a campfire. Voices come to us from it.
1 THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
Time pass. Heart beat in cold. We hunt. I hunt.
2 VOICE #1:
… you’re so not scaring me, Donny.
3 VOICE #2:
Sure I’m not, Francis… you’re only scared of Commies!
4 THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
Prey!
PANEL 2
Focus on three small boys, about ten years old, sitting around the fire toasting marshmallows and generally being boys camping out. They are dressed as per the style of the late 50’s. One – Donny - has shaggy hair, another – Francis - has neatly combed black hair and the last – Phil - has curly blonde locks. Phil is dressed a little more impressively than the others, but it’s obvious they’re not your average street kids; rich kids on an illicit jaunt after dark. One boisterous, one nerdy, one thoughtful. Fishing rods lie on the sand. Francis is pouring over an issue of Strange Tales.
5 FRANCIS:
And I’m not scared of Commies. My dad is.
6 DONNY:
I’m tellin’ you, they come down in flying saucers and they suck your brains out with little glass tubes! Only thing I’m scared of!
7 FRANCIS:
You’re afraid of Mrs. Pickman’s trig class too, Donny…
8 PHIL:
I’m scared of the sea… my grandfather drowned in it.
PANEL 3
CU of Donny talking, Phil in panel just behind him. Phil is fiddling idly with a small gold medallion around his neck.
9 DONNY:
You never go near the sea. We were lucky to get you this close!
10 PHIL:
He used to say there were things living in it. People. He gave me this before he got sick… said it would keep me safe. Sometimes I wonder, y’know?
11 FRANCIS (OP):
What? Like mermaids or something? Your grandpa must have been a hoot…
PANEL 4
Focus on the three boys sat at the fireside. In the dark cast of the reeds behind them we see two familiar, menacing, yellow eyes and a looming, predatory shape!
12 DONNY:
Well I’m tellin’ you, Phil; only thing you need to be scared of is those Saucer-Men…
13 FRANCIS:
Donny, quit rustling. It’s not scary.
14 DONNY:
I ain’t doing any…
PANEL 5
CU of the boys all looking over their shoulders – all three’s faces frozen masks of absolute terror.
15 THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
Little ones. Easy.
16 THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
But…
PANEL 6
SFX: FRANCIS AND DONNY SCREAMING.
Focus on Phil, rooted to the spot. His expression is changing; more one of awe than one of complete fear. In the background we see Donny and Francis fleeing towards the lights of the town and sanity. Our narrator touches the medallion around Phil’s neck with the tip of a claw – we see the medallion bears a grotesque face… like one of the Slaad.
17 THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
One not run. Gold-Hair. Not… afraid?
18 PHIL:
Grandfather was right… Gra-Grandfather was right…
19 THE DEEP ONE:
Boy-child marked. Special.
PANEL 7
We see the female Slaad embrace Phil; his head rests against her body, her claws cradle him, stroke his hair. The scene is warm, motherly almost. Her expression and his are both ones of gentle content; of kindred spirits.
20 PHIL:
You’re not a monster… I can hear your heart.
21 THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
Gold-hair pretty. Think me pretty.
22 THE DEEP ONE:
You warm...
23 THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
We same…
PAGE 6
“Rituals”
PANEL 1
CAPTION: Innsmouth, Massachusetts. 1977.
WP of a strange circular chamber with a circular pool in the centre – roughly the size of a large hottub - , somewhere within the complex the EOD command. There are stone pillars in the background, encircling the pool. Diaphanous red material hangs between them, offering some degree of privacy, though there are hints that others are close by – ill-defined figures. A small brazier glowers, sending a plume of bluish smoke roofwards. Our female Slaad leans back against the far edge of the pool, arms spread along the rim. She smiles invitingly.
1 THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
Time pass, I wait… wait for Gold-Hair. Watch grow into man. Man for me…
PANEL 2
CU on Philiboyd Banks; now grown into a handsome man. He wades towards our narrator, bare-chested, also smiling.
2 PHILIBOYD BANKS:
You’re just how I remember you.
3 THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
Master joins us. Bless us. Word bind us together. Word will bring Offspring.
PANEL 3
CU. Philiboyd and the female Slaad embrace, kissing passionately. Species is not an issue here – something bigger is. We also now know for sure who our narrator is.
4 MERRI, THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
But not Word make this. Love make this. Is good. Heart beat fast.
PANEL 4
CU of hands lying on top of one another – one green and clawed, the one beneath soft-pink and manicured – resting on a green belly, swollen in the later stages of pregnancy. Once again, the expression is one of affection; something we see everyday with just enough of a twist to be disturbing.
5 MERRI, THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
I carry Offspring. Love Offspring.
6 MERRI, THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
Gold-Hair love Offspring. Gold-Hair love me. Is warm.
PANEL 5
WP of the pool-chamber again. This time the marital bed has transformed into a birthing pool. Merri is in the pangs of labour. Philiboyd is in the pool with her, she clings to him. The Master and several other robed EOD cultists stand vigil, another female Slaad stands as midwife to receive the newborn.
7 MERRI, THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
Offspring comes. Hurts. Is good. Hurt made by love, not Word.
8 THE MASTER:
Remember this moment well, my children, for the hour we have waited so patiently for is upon us at long last. Soon the Great Father will awaken!
PANEL 6
CU of the Slaad midwife holding forward the newborn Offspring to her parents; small, six-limbed, golden-eyed like its mother, carapace smooth and unblemished with growth, crying as a human newborn does. Merri looks exhausted, as much as any other new mother would. The child that will become Christmas Banks is brought into the world.
9 THE MASTER (OFF PANEL):
Blessings of the Great Father! Behold! The Mother of our Mother is among us!
10 MERRI, THE DEEP ONE:
Behold!
11 PHILIBOYD BANKS:
Behold!
PANEL 7
We see this strange, unearthly family for a moment together; mother, father, child gathered against mother’s breast. Both parents look down at their infant with genuine affection and pride. Once again, the tone is normal, natural, pleasant; only the characters within the scene make this seem in any way grotesque or strange. If she wasn’t a fish and the baby wasn’t a lobster, they’d put this image on posters.
12 MERRI, THE DEEP ONE:
Offspring. Is… beautiful.
13 PHILIBOYD BANKS:
Yes, she is. Like her mother.
PANEL 8
CU of the Master’s face – his one eye shimmering through the aperture in his grim, golden mask.
14 MERRI, THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
Master commands. Word commands. Must obey Word. Word stronger than love. I obey…
PAGE 7
“An Unspoken Bond”
PANEL 1
Focus on Merri and Philiboyd Banks, at the ritual where their child is transformed into something more human. Philiboyd clutches Merri’s cut arm with the same cloth he uses to staunch the flow of blood from his own slashed palm; both bleeding red. Beyond them, the Master channels arcane power down onto their baby, altering her form, the glower of energy casting shadows around the ritual chamber.
1 MERRI, THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
Offspring changed. Become vessel for Mother. Is honour. We blessed by Great Father.
PANEL 2
We see Philiboyd holding baby Christmas; now to the entire world a happy, blonde human baby. Merri looks at them both; confused, conflicted. The Master stands behind Merri, his commanding presence looming over them all.
2 MERRI, THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
Master commands. Word commands. I must go back. Back to ocean. Back home.
3 MERRI, THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
Girl-child stay with Gold-Hair. Girl-child not know me.
PANEL 3
WP of Merri at the beach, alone, at sunset. She takes one last look back towards the lights on the hillside – the huge Banks house sitting regal amongst the other properties visible from the shoreline.
4 MERRI, THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
I return to ocean. Return home. Feel different. Is broken?
5 MERRI, THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
Broken… no, broken but not-broken.
PANEL 4
CU on Merri wading back into the sea she has always called home. One might assume that this is a welcome return home. It is not: Merri’s expression is one of purest heartbreak and anguish. Her hands clutch at her chest.
6 MERRI, THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
Is broken inside. In heart. Hurts.
PANEL 5
Focus on Philiboyd Banks, standing on the balcony of the Banks house looking out across town to the ocean, glittering in the hues of the setting sun. The (human) infant Christmas is in his arms. Philiboyd’s expression is one of a man accepting his duty grudgingly, his destiny; jaw set firm, eyes sad – this is the moment his heart begins to freeze over. The EOD doesn’t need monsters or cultists to destroy things.
7 MERRI, THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
Gold-Hair broken too. Stronger than I. He grow cold. He mends.
8 MERRI, THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
He have girl-child. Father’s girl-child. Our girl-child.
9 MERRI, THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
I have nothing…
PANEL 6
CAPTION: Innsmouth, Massachusetts. 2001.
CU of Merri’s claw resting on her flat stomach, memories rushing in like a tidal wave.
10 MERRI, THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
Cold inside. Still hurts. Never be mended.
11 MERRI, THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
Must go. Go… stop pain.
PANEL 7
Focus on Merri, stalking inland, towards the lights of modern Innsmouth.
12 MERRI, THE DEEP ONE:
Must hunt!
PAGE 8
“A Mother’s Love”
PANEL 1
Focus on a large, expensive modern home, lights shining out across the dark lawns and a garden shrouded by trees, throwing long eerie shadows everywhere. There are signs of a family with children within – a swung under a tree, a sandpit, a small bicycle propped against a wall. Merri stalks towards the windows. Things are taking a disturbing tone….
1 MERRI, THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
Heart beat faster. Here.
2 VOICE ONE (FROM INSIDE):
… will you take your hands off my eyes already? And why is she out of bed after midnight? It’s bad enough that you spent all morning…
3 VOICE TWO (FROM INSIDE):
I wanted to wait up for you, mommy!
PANEL 2
CU on Merri, claws pressed against a windowpane. Her expression is frightening; cold, calculating, that of a huntress. Amp up the tension…
4 VOICE THREE (FROM INSIDE):
I knew you’d be out late with Cindy, and…
5 VOICE TWO (FROM INSIDE):
Daddy and I made you a surprise… I thought it was a kinda dumb idea, but I guess it was fun…
SFX (FROM INSIDE) – POP!
6 MERRI, THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
Prey here!
PANEL 3
WP inside on a pleasant-looking kitchen / breakfast bar / domestic interior. We see a slightly younger Jackson Snow, Christmas Snow and a young Misty Snow. Misty is dressed for bed but evidently not intent on going anytime soon. Jackson and Christmas are dressed casually; Jackson’s idea of casual being a lot less showy than Chrissy’s. There’s a simple, honest cake with candles on the counter. Jackson has a champagne bottle in one hand, has two flutes carefully held in the other and is pouring. Christmas looks genuinely surprised, touched. French doors in the background.
6 MISTY & JACKSON:
Happy birthday!
7 CHRISTMAS:
I… thank you! I don’t know-
8 JACKSON:
Hey, I wanted to make up for this morning… I don’t like fighting with you, y’know?
9 JACKSON:
Besides, you know how much I’m going to hate the huge party your dad’s gonna throw tonight…
10 MISTY:
So this is a party just for us, mommy. Just for family!
11 MISTY:
Hey! I wanna glass too! Six is old enough!
PANEL 4
Focus in on Jackson and Christmas; Christmas is looking at Jackson and Misty affectionately –the morning’s apparent argument forgotten. Misty is pointing at the large French doors, maybe looking a little worried. The now familiar two golden eyes are there, low down, glittering. Jackson’s eyes seem to follow the direction Misty points in.
12 CHRISTMAS:
You’ll have milk and be happy about it, sweetheart.
13 MISTY:
Mommy, look. There’s something outside, at the window.
14 JACKSON:
Jesu- ah, damnit, it’s just Mrs Clarke’s cat, Alejandro… the lardy thing was sat out there mewing all through dinner.
15 MISTY:
I don’t think its Alejandro, daddy…
PANEL 5
CU on Jackson’s hands, opening the double-handles to the French doors
16 JACKSON:
I’ll shoo him on home.
17 JACKSON:
I know we don’t do the gardens, but I feel sorry for the guy who has to pick Don Juan’s turds out of the rose-
PANEL 6
Focus on the three of them, Christmas holding Misty, framed in the open French doors as we look in from outside. Curtains flap in a light breeze. Nothing is there.
18 JACKSON:
Whoa. He moves fast for a fat cat…
19 CHRISTMAS:
Come on, let’s go in before those candles blow out by themselves.
20 MISTY:
I guess… hey, if it’s your birthday now we can open your presents, mommy!
21 CHRISTMAS:
Well, Mr. Snow? Have you got something your wife could open now?
PANEL 7
WP of Merri, back pressed to the trunk of a tree. Beyond her we see the Snow family retreating indoors. Merri’s expression is much like that when she met the young Philiboyd Banks; a mixture of pride, affection, contentment. Bittersweet.
22 JACKSON (OP):
Oh, I think I’ve got something you’ll like…
23 MISTY (OP):
I can help you open them, mom! Come on!
24 CHRISTMAS:
Who’s birthday is this? You are so going to bed right now, madam…
25 MERRI, THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
Girl-child grow strong. Girl-child and Mother… beautiful. Is proud. Heart call no more. Hurt less. Go now.
26 MERRI, THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
Master wrong. Love not weak. Love Father. Love Mother. Love Offspring. Love girl-child. Love strong. Strong as Word.
27 MERRI, THE DEEP ONE (CAPTION):
Is warm…
David A. Rodriguez
Writer/Co-Creator of Shadowgirls