Monday, April 4, 2016

American Dreams Issue 3

PAGE 1

PANEL:
CONNOR O'BRIAN, ALEX WEST, AND MICKY MOORE are in the foreground in a school hallway during passing time, looking towards BRENDAN CARLLYL as he shoots them a glare as he walks by with books under his arm.

VO BOX
In the week leading up to the rumble, the aggression between The Wolves and The Hellhounds ran fierce. It was like we were inmates apart of the same crime, forced to congregate in prison. And in a sense...

PANEL:
A shot of the Ellisville Grant High School.

VO BOX
...We were.

PANEL:
DON CLIFTON notices the person he's about to pass in the hallway, who we don't see. DON still sports a bandage on his head from where HUNTER COLLINS hit him in the beginning of the first issue.

VO BOX
Be friends.

PANEL:
It's revealed to be HUNTER who's passing by DON. HUNTER has a smile on his face and taps his own head in the spot where DON has his bandage.

VO BOX
Make nice.

PANEL:
DON shoots an angry face to HUNTER who's off-panel.

VO BOX
Smile.

PANEL:
TODD McCORMICK sits across from Hank Phillips at a classroom table as they both do their homework, looking down at their papers. The teacher has her back to the two boys as TODD kicks HANK in the shin from under the table.

VO BOX
Don't let the teachers catch you give a finger or a “Fuck you” to your lab partner.

PAGE 2

PANEL:
LEO THOMPSON looks over his shoulder without any reason for warning as he gets books out of his locker in an empty hallway. He has a tap on the shoulder from an arm reaching from off-panel.

VO BOX
Both parties agreed to a truce until the day of the big fight...

PANEL:
In the same shot, LEO is shoved into his locker by arms coming from off-panel.

PANEL:
Again, in the same shot, an off-panel arm throws a punch into the locker and where LEO's head would be.

PANEL:
JON AND PRESTON ALLEN smile and bump their fists together high in the air as limp arms and legs hang out of the locker LEO is in.

VO BOX
...But that could only tighten the leash for so long.

PANEL:
BRENDAN CARLLYL, BILL PRITCHARD, OLIVER SMITH, RICK GRANT, TODD McCORMICK and STUMPS eat lunch in the cafeteria as JAMES BRENNAN begins to sit down with his tray.

RICK
What did Mrs. Harper want with you?

JAMES
Ah, dumb bitch thought my shiner was from me and my pops fightin' again.

RICK
Who was it really?

JAMES
Micky “The Mick” Moore.

RICK
What a dickhead.

PAGE 3

PANEL:
JAMES and STUMPS smile as they speak to each other.

STUMPS
What did you tell her it was?

JAMES
Baseball.

PANEL:
JAMES points over to OLIVER, with his scuffed face. JAMES smiles but OLIVER doesn't.

JAMES
What about you, Oliver? Saw you talkin' with Mr. Jessup--

OLIVER
Thought I got into a fight. I mean, I did. It was with Sammy Hernandez, but that's not what I let on.

JAMES
What did you tell him?

OLIVER
Got hit by a pop-fly playing baseball last night.

JAMES
Heh.

PANEL:
HUNTER walks up to the table, setting his tray down. He has a scuffed face.

TODD
Hey, Hunter. What--

HUNTER
Baseball.

PANEL:
We see the kids look towards the viewer as the panel focuses down their lunch table. JAMES is pointing towards the viewer's direction as the OTHER WOLVES look.

PANEL:
CONNOR O'BRIAN, HANK PHILLIPS, RYAN HILL, CLAYTON LEWIS, and GEORGE REUBEN walk past some tables holding their lunch trays, badly bruised and beaten.

JAMES
[OFF-PANEL]
What'dya figure happened to them?

PANEL:
A silent panel of ED ST. JOHN battling silhouetted figures, five in all, with his baseball bat. ED doesn't need to raise a heartbeat to better these thugs. He doesn't even break a sweat. He has the upper-hand.

PANEL:
A close-up shot of ED, who smiles as he focuses on giving a beating.

TODD
[VO BOX]
Ed happened.”

PANEL:
BRENDAN begins to walk away from the group with his empty tray of food, getting up from the table.

BRENDAN
Alright, I'm out. Gotta go copy my homework from someone.

BILL
Brendan.

Remember, we're supposed to stick together.

PANEL:
BRENDAN turns around to meet BILL's glare.

VO BOX
Remember, you're not our leader.

BRENDAN
It's fine, Bill. School is neutral ground...

PANEL:
BRENDAN bumps the corner of his tray into the head of MICKY MOORE at a nearby table.

BRENDAN
[OFF-PANEL]
...Remember?

PAGE 4

PANEL:
BRENDAN walks outside the side of the cafeteria, near the school's main building.

PANEL:
BRENDAN turns around with a nervous look on his face.

SUSIE
[OFF-PANEL]
Nice face.

PANEL:
THE GIRLS (about five in all, all cute in their own respects,) lean up against the wall of the school, except SUSIE, who speaks to BRENDAN with hands on her hips and a wry smile, and her slut friend CAROL, who just smiles at the situation.

VO BOX
Oh, shit.

The Girls.

PANEL:
BRENDAN smiles at her stupidly, trying to pay it cool.

BRENDAN
You...

Too...

Um.

PANEL:
SUSIE tantalizes BRENDAN with a smile.

SUSIE
How'd you get those bruises, Brendan Carllyl?

PAGE 5

PANEL:
BRENDAN tries to pull off a cool demeanor while the scab on his lip has given way and a small bit of blood makes its way to the bottom of his chin.

VO BOX
Holy shit, Susie Quinn knows who I am.

BRENDAN
Uh, hey it's nothing. Just got into a scrap with--

PANEL:
From off-panel, SUSIE brings a tissue up to BRENDAN'S lips, as BRENDAN gets noticeably more nervous.

BRENDAN
Uh--

PANEL:
SUSIE doesn't smile, but looks down at BRENDAN over her nose.

SUSIE
Don't go playing cowboy so fast you mess up that face too much, got it?

PANEL:
BRENDAN looks down, bashfully, holding the tissue to his lip.

BRENDAN
Yeah, got it...

I gotta...

PANEL:
BRENDAN walks away from the group.

BRENDAN
See ya.

VO BOX
Idiot. So uncool.

PANEL:
CAROL and SUSIE talk as they watch BRENDAN walk away.

CAROL
Why are you bothering with some delinquent like Brendan Carllyl?

SUSIE
Hey, maybe I'm into bad boys.

CAROL
Then why not go after a Hellhound?

SUSIE
What, those bunch of rich pussies? Gimme a break, Carol. And besides...

PANEL:
A shot of BRENDAN as he walks away.

SUSIE
He has a cute butt.

PAGE 6

PANEL:
ED ST. JOHN lights a cigarette, leaning up against a road sign.

PANEL:
With a puff of smoke, ED looks off-panel towards the crew coming to meet him.

ED
'Bout fucking time.

PANEL:
BILL leads BRENDAN, HUNTER, and OLIVER across a street to meet ED on the other side. There're houses spread out quite a bit along the road from the side the rest of the WOLVES come from, but nothing but trees from where ED stands.

BILL
What do you want? The rest of us go to school, ya mook.

PANEL:
ED gives a stern look to BILL as he walks up to the woods.

ED
You haven't even told us why we're here.

PANEL:
BILL passes ED with a smile.

BILL
Don't worry about it. I have a plan. Something that's going to win us this rumble.

PANEL:
ED blows smoke and shoots an unhappy look towards BRENDAN.

VO BOX
Ed doesn't even need to say it. He knows I'm thinking the exact same thing.

PANEL:
BRENDAN gives ED the same look.

VO BOX
Bill has now stopped taking votes altogether.

PAGE 7

PANEL:
A shot of THE WOLVES as they trek up a path in the woods.

VO BOX
This was his gang now.

PANEL:
A FIGURE steps from behind a tree, a rock clenched in his hand at the top of the hill, silhouetted by the sunlight.

FIGURE
That's far enough, Wolf.

PANEL:
BILL squints with one hand over his forehead to block out the light, smiling. THE REST OF THE GANG have looks of surprise behind him.

BILL
Vinnie Castro.

BRENDAN
Vi—The Lumbers?!

VO BOX
The one other gang besides The Wolves and Hellhounds, The one group who never bothered either of us. So why the hell are we bothering them?

PANEL:
HUNTER yells at BILL, who just turns towards him with a smile. As they have this exchange, other LUMBERS start coming from behind trees near VINNIE. About six in all.

HUNTER
Bill, you brought us to a fucking rival gang?!

BILL
Chill. We're not here as soldiers.

We're here as consulates.

PANEL:
VINNIE looks down to THE WOLVES with the same stern look on his face.

VINNIE
What the hell do you want?

PANEL:
BILL speaks to VINNIE with open arms, explaining his decree.

BILL
We have a rumble this Sunday after Finals Week with The Hellhounds. We want you guys to join the fight. Even out the numbers. Help us kick them to the gutters once and for all!

PAGE 8

PANEL:
VINNIE looks down at the rock in his hand.

PANEL:
VINNIE looks back up to BILL.

VINNIE
You never wanted nothin' out of us boys before. Why now?

PANEL:
Again, BILL speaks to VINNIE with a friendly demeanor. THE WOLVES behind him are passing worried looks to THE LUMBERS near them. ED has his bat in one hand, and face-palming the other.

BILL
Well we would have sooner, but it's hard to get ahold of you guys. I mean, it's not like I can speak to any of you at school, seeing as how you're all home-schooled.

ED
God damn it, Bill.

PANEL:
VINNIE cuts a pissed look to BILL, one that would burn the forest down if he had laser-vision.

PANEL:
VINNIE starts trotting down the hill towards BILL.

VINNIE
So you want us to join your little scrap, huh?

Well what the hell are we gonna get out of it?

BILL
Are you kidding me? You guys have always wanted this! You can finally be apart of something!

PAGE 9

PANEL:
VINNIE is right up in BILL's face.

VINNIE
You get the fuck off our turf. And don't bother coming back to bury the hatchet with any Lumbers because the next time I'm going to bury it in your fucking head.

PANEL:
BILL points his finger at VINNIE's back while ED has his hand on BILL's shoulder.

BILL
This was your chance to be apart of something in this town, you dumb wop! And you just--

ED
Bill!

PANEL:
VINNIE turns and spits nonchalantly at BILL.

PANEL:
The spit hits BILL in his face, as he swings his limbs around wildly with a hand on his face. ED is throwing BILL's balance off by pulling him back.

BILL
Fuckin'--!

ED
That's enough!

PANEL:
A close-up shot of ED's face.

ED
We're done here.

PAGE 10

PANEL:
Cut to THE WOLVES walking back home down a road in town, with BILL leading the pack, about ten feet away from the rest, looking pissed-off. The sun is starting to go down and an orange glow wraps around the town.

VO BOX
We didn't know how to process everything that had just happened.

Bill walked half the gang into danger.

Made plans for the rumble and didn't consult anyone.

Almost started another war with another gang.

We didn't know what to say, so we didn't say anything.

PANEL:
HUNTER points excitedly across the street, catching the attention of the rest of the gang.

VO BOX
Until...

HUNTER
Holy shit! Is that who I think it is?!

PANEL:
ALEX WEST is looking at a shop window down a side street.

PANEL:
A close-up of ALEX not paying attention.

HUNTER
[OFF-PANEL]
That's Alex West!

PAGE 11

PANEL:
HUNTER is still pointing down the side street, as ALEX walks away from them from about 100 ft away. HUNTER is talking excitedly at the rest of the group.

HUNTER
What the fuck is the second-in-command for the Hounds doing on our side?

PANEL:
BILL, with a face that says he's ready for action, begins walking off the sidewalk towards ALEX's direction.

BILL
Dunno. Maybe his mind wandered. Time to teach him he took a wrong God-damned turn from Main.

Wolves. On me.

PANEL:
ED puts his hand on BILL's shoulder. BILL is still focused on his target ahead of him.

ED
Gee, I'm thinkin' different, Bill. Maybe I got a headache. Don't feel much like boppin'. I say we let him scamper.

BILL
Then why don't you sit this one out, Ed? Collect all your tampons together?

PANEL:
ED gets in front of BILL and up close to his face.

ED
How about we vote on it instead?

THE MAN IN BLACK
[OFF-PANEL]
I vote you kill him.

PAGE 12

PANEL:
THE WOLVES look down the sidewalk they're on and see THE MAN IN BLACK walking towards them 15 ft away with two other men of similar age and also donning black. They all smile. THE MAN IN BLACK has an unlit cigarette in his fingers.

THE MAN IN BLACK
I mean, from what I can gather, he isn't one of you, right?

A Wolf, I mean.

PANEL:
ED has a look of shock and fear on his face.

THE MAN IN BLACK
[OFF-PANEL]
Or do you kids not play that rough?

PANEL:
ED's foot takes a step back from where he stands.

BILL
[OFF-PANEL]
I—I'm sorry, do we know you?

PANEL:
THE WOLVES look at these MEN IN BLACK with a little bit of fear in an “Oh, shit. Are we in trouble?” sort of way. BILL is speaking in the front of the group. ED is still back-pedaling away from the situation.

BILL
Or... should we?

THE MAN IN BLACK
[OFF-PANEL]
What's that phrase you Americans use?

PAGE 13

PANEL:
THE MAN IN BLACK smiles down at the group.

MAN IN BLACK
Don't go talking to strangers?

Well...

PANEL:
THE MAN IN BLACK extends a hand towards THE WOLVES.

THE MAN IN BLACK
I'm Piotr.

PANEL:
BRENDAN has a look of realization on his face.

VO BOX
I know this guy. He was at the theater the night we attacked The Hellhounds at their HQ.

And the day before that...

PANEL:
BRENDAN looks behind him.

VO BOX
Have they been following us?

PANEL:
ED looks down at the ground about 30 ft behind the group, from BRENDAN's perspective, with a scared look.

VO BOX
And is Ed...

PANEL:
AN up-close shot of ED as he looks up towards the reader with the same worried look.

VO BOX
...Is Ed scared of them?

PAGE 14

PANEL:
BRENDAN whips back around as a figure in black breaks the foreground of the panel.

PIOTR
[OFF-PANEL]
Hey.

PANEL:
PIOTR looks down at BRENDAN with a smile.

PIOTR
You're the Carllyl kid, ain'tcha?

PANEL:
BRENDAN shoves past PIOTR as he watches BRENDAN leave across the street with THE OTHER WOLVES in tow. ED crosses diagonally from where he was to meet with the others.

BRENDAN
Come on, guys.

PANEL:
PIOTR watches the kids leave with a smirk as he takes a drag on his cigarette.

BRENDAN
[OFF-PANEL]
Let's ditch these whack-jobs. We got shit to do.

PAGE 15

PANEL:
Cut to a shot of a black shirt on a mannequin in a shop window.

PANEL:
From a perspective inside the shop window, BRENDAN looks up at the shirt. A hand rests on BRENDAN's shoulder.

TODD
[OFF-PANEL]
Hey, it was just a suggestion, man.

PANEL:
BRENDAN turns towards TODD as they begin walking down the street. We see the shop they were looking into was a second-hand clothing store.

BRENDAN
No, I like it. It's going to make us look like a real gang. I mean, you never see Marlon Brando ride his motorcycle without his symbol, do you?

TODD
Yeah! It's like Bill said. If we can't get the cash to get them ourselves, we'll just have Stumpy steal 'em.

BRENDAN
You know damn well Stumpy probably already did.

PANEL:
TODD and BRENDAN stop at a street corner.

BRENDAN
I'm headin' over to Ed's.

TODD
Alright, this is where we split then. I gotta go get the Allen Kids and pressure 'em to start their final projects. We don't want anyone to miss out on the rumble 'cause they got grounded over something stupid like not graduating. Watch your back, Brendan.

BRENDAN
Sure.

PAGE 16

PANEL:
Only the back of ED ST. JOHN is shown. His garage is open, he sits cross-legged on the floor, half a car radio in his lap, or hanging off his knees. His lit cigarette lays on top of the toolbox. He's bent over his legs trying to get something to work as the sun hits his black shirt from behind.

PANEL:
BRENDAN walks up from behind ED with his hands in his pockets, blocking ED's light.

BRENDAN
Hey, Ed. Where were you? Didn't you hear there was a meet?

ED
I heard.

BRENDAN
Did you hear we might wear Wolf colors to the brawl? We'd be lookin' like a real gang!

ED
I heard.

PANEL:
BRENDAN sort of kicks at the dust, almost embarrassed at how uncool he is in comparison.

VO BOX
What am I doing here? Like Ed needs help. He's a pack all on his own. He doesn't need no escort.

BRENDAN
Sooo Bill thinks we should travel in packs. No neutral ground between us and the Hellhounds for a while it looks like. Spreading the word to the rest of the Wolves.

PANEL:
ED is still intent on fixing the radio, never batting an eye or a speck of attention away from his work. A close-up on his face as he tinkers from the side.

ED
So why aren't you with anybody right now?

BRENDAN
I--I thought I oughta come tell you if, y'know, you hadn't...

...heard.

PANEL:
BRENDAN just watches ED's back as he speaks.

ED
I'm fine.

PANEL:
BRENDAN looks down ED's driveway towards the road.

PANEL:
BRENDAN looks back to ED. He's reaching for his cigarette.

VO BOX
Damn, this is awkward. Say something. You're so not cool.

BRENDAN
So, those radios.

Did Stumps nick those?

ED
Nope. Bought 'em for cheap from the pawn shop. Stumps is probably the one who nicked them in the first place, though. Wanted to see if I could fix 'em.

PAGE 17

PANEL:
ED has his right hand hidden behind his face, taking a drag.

BRENDAN
Oh yeah?

PANEL:
ED puts the cigarette back on top of the tool box. The panel is silent.

PANEL:
ED goes back to tinkering with the radio. Smoke rises from somewhere in front of him.

ED
Yeah.

PANEL:
BRENDAN looks back down ED's driveway with an embarrassed look.

VO BOX
Idiot. So uncool.

ED
Brendan.

PANEL:
ED is in the foreground, the reader facing him as he stops working on the radio altogether. BRENDAN is staring at the back of his head.

ED
Those guys from yesterday.

They keep comin' around here. Talking with my parents at weird hours. I dunno what they want, but they...

PANEL:
A close-up shot of ED from the side.

ED
...Brendan, those guys are trouble.

PANEL:
BRENDAN takes a step closer to ED, his hands up inquiringly.

BRENDAN
Who are they? Cops?

ED
No.

PANEL:
The same close-up of ED from before.

ED
They're definitely not cops.

PAGE 18

PANEL:
BRENDAN closes the door of The Wolf Den behind him as he walks inside.

JAMES
[OFF-PANEL]
Brendan! What's your size?

BRENDAN
For what?

PANEL:
BRENDAN walks up to the table in the middle of The Den. A stack of black shirts sits in a pile and a bucket of red paint next to it. ALL THE WOLVES BESIDES ED stand in a circle around the table and smile.

JAMES
Check it out!

PANEL:
BRENDAN looks down at the stack with a look of surprise, but we don't see what he sees.

BRENDAN
Oh, man.

PANEL:
A black shirt gets tossed in BRENDAN's face.

JAMES
[OFF-PANEL]
Try it on! The paint just dried!

PANEL:
BRENDAN holds up a plain black shirt in front of his face, looking at the back. Again, the viewer can't see what he's focusing on. TODD looks at him amused nearby.

BRENDAN
Where did you guys get all these?

TODD
Remember that thing you said about Stumps probably nicking all those threads?

PANEL:
STUMPS stands smugly above the pile of shirts.

STUMPS
Ain't no “probably”.

PAGE 19

PANEL:
BRENDAN holds the shirt a bit limper in his hands, looking to STUMPS, who just smirks back.

BRENDAN
How do you not get caught?

STUMPS
Trade secret.

PANEL:
BILL stands up from his seat wearing one of the black shirts.

BILL
Doesn't matter how the guy with one arm manages to split with enough prizes better than the man with two! It's official!

PANEL:
BILL stands in the foreground looking at the rest of the boys, taking up the majority of the panel, as THE OTHER WOLVES look at his from either side, smiling. We see the to-be-determined symbol for The Wolves drawn on his back in red paint.

BILL
The Wolves are gonna rumble in style!


TO BE CONTINUED...

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