PAGE
1
PANEL:
BRENDAN
CARLLYL puts on a button-up shirt over the black shirt he already
wears. We only see the back of him, and half the symbol the Wolves
had decided to paint on the backs of the black shirts peeks out from
the hem of the shirt he pulls on over it. The shirt he puts on is
already buttoned and decides it's quicker to wear a shirt if you
never have to unbutton it.
PANEL:
BRENDAN
stands in his room, his door open and his mother peeking in with a
laundry basket from the hallway. He looks over to HIS MOTHER with
his button-up already pulled on.
BRENDAN'S
MOM
Brendan,
can you help me clean up your sisters' room? It shouldn't take too
long.
BRENDAN
Mom,
I can't. I gotta meet the guys for... uh...
PANEL:
BRENDAN'S
MOM walks down the hallway towards the reader with a smile. BRENDAN
peeks his head out of his room.
BRENDAN'S
MOM
Oooh,
I get it. Big Man graduates and all of a sudden doesn't have the
time to fit chores into his busy schedule.
BRENDAN
Mom,
that isn't--
BRENDAN'S
MOM
I'm
joking, kiddo. Go do what you gotta do.
PANEL:
BRENDAN
has his hand on the screen-door handle that grants him the freedom of
the outside world from his kitchen.
BRENDAN'S
DAD
[OFF-PANEL]
Did
you help your mom with your sisters' room?
PANEL:
BRENDAN
turns his head over his shoulder to look at his dad, who reads a
paper at the breakfast table.
BRENDAN
Dad,
I can't. I have a thing I need to get to.
PANEL:
An
up-close shot of BRENDAN'S DAD, who just looks to the reader with a
“Don't give me bullshit” expression.
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2
PANEL:
BRENDAN
looks out the screen-door outside.
PANEL:
BRENDAN
turns his head back towards HIS DAD.
BRENDAN
I
can spare ten minutes.
PANEL:
BRENDAN'S
DAD smiles as he gets up from the table, putting the paper down.
BRENDAN'S
DAD
We'll
have you out of here in five.
PANEL:
A
shot of BRENDAN's home.
PANEL:
In
the same shot, BRENDAN walks out of his house, grabbing a baseball
bat that leans near the door.
BRENDAN'S
DAD
What
are you guys doing anyway?
PANEL:
BRENDAN
walks closer to the reader from the same shot.
BRENDAN
Baseball.
PAGE
3
PANEL:
The
viewer looks at (from closest to farthest away,) BILL, HUNTER, and
ED, who lights a cigarette and leans up against a small wooden sign
with his baseball bat under the pit of one arm. They're under the
shadow of overhanging pines. All wearing their gang shirts.
HUNTER
How
long have they been gatherin' for?
BILL
Last
thirty minutes.
PANEL:
THE
HELLHOUNDS are at the far end of the park. The park itself is a
large clearing of grass with a rim of pine trees hiding away the
outside world. No one is there except these boys.
HUNTER
[OFF-PANEL]
And
how long have you been here?
PANEL:
BILL
and HUNTER stand looking towards the viewer, and we now see the sign
ED leans on says ST. FRANCIS PARK. THE REST OF THE WOLVES hang
around under the canopy of trees behind the trio. BRENDAN is walking
up to BILL with his bat in hand, his overshirt now lost to his gang
threads.
BILL
An
hour.
PANEL:
BRENDAN
speaks to BILL, who still has eyes trained on THE HOUNDS.
BRENDAN
Hey,
I'm here. Am I late?
BILL
Not
very. Their last guy just showed up hisself.
PANEL:
BRENDAN
whips his head around towards THE OTHER WOLVES.
BRENDAN
Wait.
I'm not the only one who brought a weapon, am I? Was that dumb of
me?
PANEL:
In
a line of WOLVES that look to the viewer, they half-heartedly raise
their weapons. STUMPS has a stick, OLIVER has a bat, JON ALLEN, JR a
pipe, PRESTON ALLEN a stick, and JAMES BRENNAN another pipe.
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4
PANEL:
BILL
and BRENDAN walk further back into the tree line towards THE REST OF
THE WOLVES.
BRENDAN
So
what's the plan? Do we have one?
BILL
Come
here.
PANEL:
The
panel is surrounded on the edges by the other boys' feet and the ends
of their sticks, bats, and pipes that dig into the dirt. BILL draws
lines in the dirt with a stick.
BILL
[OFF-PANEL]
We
don't know if they have somethin' different planned for us, but from
what we've been seein' from them they always try and surround us.
They know they have more guys, so that's the only plan they ever come
up with. So I say we give them a taste of their own. Rick and
Preston are going to be staying off towards the ends of the fight,
beating back anyone that tries to cross our line. Making sure they
don't start getting' guys behind us. If we force them to come at us
toe-to-toe, we can't lose. You and Stumpy are gonna be making your
way around the treeline to their backs. Anyone of them Hellhounds
try and leave the fight early, you boys are gonna lay on the beating
til' they get back to the front burner. Eventually, we're gonna put
the squeeze on 'em 'til they just decide to give.
PANEL:
BILL
stands up from the dirt as THE WOLVES walk out to the treeline.
BILL
If
all goes well...
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5
PANEL:
THE
WOLVES and HELLHOUNDS walk up to the center of the panel from
opposite sides.
BILL
[VO
BOX]
“We'll
be finished with these jackasses before The Eddy Arnold Show comes
on.”
PANEL:
THE
HELLHOUNDS are all lined-up to the reader. CONNOR holds a bat and
stands in the center of the group. ALEX his fists HANK has his
fists, MICKY a pipe, DON a stick, LEO a wrench, SAMMY a chain, CLIFF
his fists, RYAN a hammer, CHARLIE his fists, TIM a pipe, and CLAYTON
a stick.
CONNOR
I
didn't believe it 'til I saw it!
You
faggots made matching shirts? Where'd you get the threads? The
second-hand store?
PANEL:
THE
WOLVES are all lined-up in a similar manner, with BILL in the center
and RICK and PRESTON at the ends. BRENDAN and STUMPS are nowhere to
be seen.
CONNOR
[OFF-PANEL]
Is
that my uncle's old work shirt? I think it is!
BILL
Cut
the shit, Connor. You know your sister gave us these gifts for being
such a good lay.
PANEL:
CONNOR
juts a finger in BILL's direction with a scowl on his face.
CONNOR
Drop
dead twice, Bayer.
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6
PANEL:
BILL
smirks with the rest of THE WOLVES at his back doing the same.
BILL
What,
and look like you?
PANEL:
THE
HELLHOUNDS position themselves as if ready to attack.
CONNOR
Enough
of your bullshit, punk. It's time for you to learn your place.
PANEL:
In
the same kind of panel shot where you saw both gangs walking up to
each other, both sides look up at HUNTER with surprise, who flies
through the air with a kick to RYAN's face.
HUNTER
Agreed.
PAGE
7
PANEL:
From
a distance, you can see The Hellhounds and Wolves fighting maybe 50
yards away in the clearing of the park. It's a bit hard to tell
who's fighting who or if there's any order to the chaos, but STUMPS
and BRENDAN have stopped to watch from the treeline.
BRENDAN
Looks
like they've started already.
STUMPS
Yeah...
PANEL:
BRENDAN
and STUMPS walk toward the reader, continuing their trek through the
woods. BRENDAN leads and both boys are continuing to watch the fight
that proceeds off-panel.
BRENDAN
Come
on. With any luck the guys'll have beaten those pricks so bad by the
time we get to the other side of the park they'll be running
face-first into our fists.
STUMPS
'Plan
on breaking this stick right over Micky's balls.
PANEL:
A
close-up shot of BRENDAN as he looks over to the side with a serious
look.
BRENDAN
I
just hope I get a swing at Don or Connor before the others have--
PANEL:
In
the same sort of close-up shot, BRENDAN looks straight ahead at the
reader with a look of fear and surprise.
VOICE
[OFF-PANEL]
Well,
well.
PANEL:
THE
LUMBERS, about eight in all, including VINNY CASTRO at the head of
the pack, stand before BRENDAN and STUMPS. While VINNY stands
triumphantly with his stick in hand, smiling down at THE TWO WOLVES,
the other seven members share the same sort of mischievous smiles as
they step over logs and walk up to meet VINNY ahead of them. They
all carry big sticks for the fight.
VINNY
Looks
like there are Wolves in these woods after all.
VO
BOX
Fuck.
The
Lumbers.
Guess
we know what Alex West was doing on our side of town now.
PAGE
8
PANEL:
BRENDAN
and STUMPS look past the reader at THE LUMBERS who're off-panel, with
looks on their faces that say they're ready to fight. STUMPS grips
his stick.
VO
BOX
He
was recruiting.
BRENDAN
Vinnie.
STUMPS
I
thought this wasn't your fight, Castro.
BRENDAN
What
did The Hellhounds pay you queers to join a war that isn't yours?
PANEL:
VINNY
talks with an easy look on his face that says he isn't worried about
anything, seeing his enemies outnumbered and consisting of one short
man and a cripple.
VINNY
They
asked nicer. And the extra coin didn't hurt.
PANEL:
The
same shot of BRENDAN and STUMPS as before, but now BRENDAN has a
smile on his face to match VINNY's. and STUMPS smiles with him.
VO
BOX
I
can already tell Stumps n' me are going to get into a world of hurt.
So I might as well hurt his pride.
BRENDAN.
Whoring
yourselves to the lowest bidder? What can I say, you dumb goombah?
Like mothers, like sons?
PANEL:
A
silent panel rips across the page of THE LUMBERS, BRENDAN, and STUMPS
tumbling out of the treeline, through bushes, and into the open
clearing of the park. VINNY has BRENDAN by the collar as he tackles
him to the ground. STUMPS and THE OTHER LUMBERS tumble out after
them in one big mass. Besides BRENDAN with his gritted teeth, it
appears everyone is yelling at everyone to no effect.
PAGE
9
PANEL:
RICK
GRANT looks over his shoulder away from the big fight and towards the
chaos happening with THE LUMBERS off-panel.
PANEL:
RICK
starts charging towards the commotion that's about 30 yards away from
him. BILL, in the foreground, turns towards the new action.
RICK
Fuck!
Someone
gimme a hand here!
PANEL:
BILL
looks past the reader with a bloody lip. It appears he's crouching
down on the ground, almost as if he's getting up from getting knocked
down.
BILL
The
Lumbers?
The
fuck are they doing here?!
PANEL:
A
silhouette runs past BILL as he looks on with surprise.
VOICE
[OFF-PANEL]
Doesn't
matter.
PANEL:
ED
runs towards the new commotion and away from the rumble towards the
reader, bat in hand.
ED
They're
getting buried here.
PANEL:
VINNY
is struggling with BRENDAN under him. VINNY's face is being pushed
to one side by BRENDAN, who has his other arm holding the bat pinned
to the ground by VINNY.
VO
BOX
Not
even five minutes into it and already our plan was going tits up. It
was going to take a miracle to get us out of this.
VINNY
You're
a fuckin' dead man! The Lumbers are gonna--
PANEL:
ED's
bat lifts VINNY completely off BRENDAN in an almost golf swing to the
stomach.
VINNY
Oof!
PANEL:
BRENDAN
gets up and wipes his chin. ED is in the foreground wiping away four
LUMBERS with one swing.
VO
BOX
Ed
The Saint.
Making
miracles every day.
ED
—up,
Brendan! Bust heads!
PANEL:
BRENDAN
jump-kicks A LUMBER that was coming from behind ED while he’s
facing towards the rest of the crowd. ED looks behind himself with a
little turn of his head to see BRENDAN landing a foot on THE LUMBER’s
face.
BRENDAN
On
it!
PANEL:
ED
looks past the reader, BRENDAN looks with him in the foreground.
ED:
I
think our plan might be going to hell.
PAGE
10
PANEL:
BRENDAN
shifts his focus over to BILL, who's a good 20 yards away. SAMMY and
CONNOR are near him.
BRENDAN
Shit.
PANEL:
BRENDAN
turns back to ED.
BRENDAN
What
about—?
ED
Like
I haven’t swatted bigger flies?! Go!
PANEL:
A
quick panel of BRENDAN's hand grabbing his bat from the ground.
PANEL:
Switch
to BILL, who's hunched as if ready to attack. CONNOR and SAMMY are
poised in much the same manner, their bat and chain ready. BILL
sports an open cut across the bridge of his nose.
BILL
Come
on you son of a bitch. You gonna come at us, you best give it what
you got.
PANEL:
CONNOR
and SAMMY rush up to BILL with CONNOR's bat mid-drawback, as does
SAMMY with his chain, ready to swing it wherever BILL stands.
CONNOR
Don't
worry. We will.
PANEL:
BRENDAN
shoulder checks SAMMY into CONNOR, knocking them both away from BILL.
CONNOR
What--?!
PANEL:
SAMMY
is on the ground, looking up at the figure who picks his chain up off
the ground.
PANEL:
BRENDAN
whips CONNOR away, sending him on his ass while he defends himself
with an arm.
CONNOR
Fuck!
BILL
Thanks,
Brendan.
PAGE
11
PANEL:
HUNTER
is held from behind with a pipe across his throat by TIM BROWN. DON
is hitting HUNTER in the stomach.
DON
Finally
some payback, you bastard!
PANEL:
DON
gets kicked swiftly in the nuts from behind by JAMES.
PANEL:
HUNTER
thrusts his head back into TIM's face.
TIM
Shi--!
PANEL:
With
DON holding his groin, he looks up while hunched on the ground at the
shadow raising TIM's own pipe.
HUNTER
[OFF-PANEL]
Hey
Donny-Boy--
PANEL:
HUNTER
holds the pipe over DON.
HUNTER
Are
the pipes-a-callin'?
PANEL:
ED
is mid-swing to connect with SAMMY HERNANDEZ.
ED
"Sammy
The Spic."
PANEL:
ED
makes the connect with SAMMY's stomach, sending him up against a
tree.
ED
Meet
American baseball.
PAGE
12
PANEL:
STUMPS
is on top of A LUMBER, beating him with his stick.
STUMPS
Come
on, you lousy fuck!
PANEL:
LEO
hits STUMPS in the side of the head with his wrench, launching him
off THE LUMBER.
LEO
Eat
shit!
PANEL:
OLIVER
and THE ALLEN BROTHERS kick LEO around on the ground.
OLIVER
You
fucking Wop!
JON
Why
you gotta pick on the cripple?!
PRESTON
Yeah!
PANEL:
ED
takes out two HOUNDS, CLAYTON and CHARLIE, with one swing of his bat
while RYAN HILL hits ED on the back with a hammer, which barely
phases ED.
PANEL:
ED
flips RYAN up over his back. Besides the arm ED is hanging onto,
RYAN is completely in the air.
PAGE
13
PANEL:
TODD
and MICKY struggle between a pipe they both hold. TODD is getting
pushed back while MICKY smiles.
MICKY
All
you Wolves are gonna die here.
PANEL:
TODD
is getting pushed back even more. One wrong slip and he's going to
be on the ground with MICKY on him.
MICKY
You
hear that, you little spaz?
TODD
You
know what I can't figure out, Mick?
How
the fuck can your dad be Sheriff, king of the pigs...
PANEL:
TODD's
foot sweeps one of MICKY's legs in one swift movement.
TODD
...but
your family's Jewish?
PANEL:
TODD
throws MICKY to the ground and ends up with the pipe in his hands.
TODD
Isn't
that not kosher?
PANEL:
MICKY
is trying to get up with an angry, shouting look.
MICKEY
Don't
you talk about me like that, you--
PANEL:
TODD
bashes MICKY in the head with the pipe, sending him flat on the
ground. TODD smiles as he does so.
TODD
Bite
me, cock-sucker.
PAGE
14
PANEL:
A
hand picks a bat up off the grass.
PANEL:
CONNOR
is hunched, poised to attack but without his bat, like a wild man
walking in a circle around his kill, looking at BILL.
CONNOR
Come
on. Come on, you fuck.
PANEL:
BILL
smacks CONNOR across the mouth with his bat.
PANEL:
BILL
kicks CONNOR in the stomach.
PANEL:
CONNOR
lunges at BILL but he's already stepped to the side.
PANEL:
BILL
lands an uppercut right into CONNOR's jaw.
BILL
Keep
trying. Really. I need the excuse to murder you.
PANEL:
BRENDAN
hits RYAN with his bat, straight to the side of his chest as RYAN
holds his hammer up above his head. RYAN cries out in pain.
PANEL:
CLAYTON
LEWIS is about to hit BRENDAN over the head from behind with a stick,
an up-close shot, while BRENDAN has his bat down, heaving out of
breath.
PANEL:
A
wrench smashes CLAYTON in the side of his head.
PANEL:
BRENDAN
whips around in shock.
PANEL:
Holding
the wrench, STUMPS gives a thumbs up, but no smile. He, too, out of
breath, but bleeding from the temple.
PAGE
15
PANEL:
A
sweeping scene shows the section of the park the rumble took place.
BRENDAN stands with his bat over his shoulders with STUMPS next to
him, looking down at VINNY who holds his stomach on the ground. ED
is lighting a cigarette, sitting cross-legged on the ground. BILL
limply holds CONNOR's bat, looking down at CONNOR, who lays on the
ground. OLIVER and JAMES stand next to him. HUNTER is kicking DON
on the ground. RICK and THE ALLEN KIDS talk over a seemingly
unconscious LUMBER. TODD is smoking a bit away from everyone else,
still holding the bat, with MICKEY on the ground behind him.
VO
BOX
The
rumble was over, quicker than it felt, and from the count of who was
still standing, we had somehow come out the victors.
PANEL:
BILL
holds CONNOR's bat against his crotch as he lays on the ground, out
of breath and bleeding. BILL grins, as does OLIVER and JAMES behind
him.
BILL
You
already had more boys than us, Connor O'Brian. But then you go and
try to spring some more muscle on us?
PANEL:
CONNOR
has his eyes closed, heaving out of breath.
BILL
[OFF-PANEL]
I'm
not gonna make you say “uncle” or “I give” or “you win”
or any shit like that.
PANEL:
JAMES
and OLIVER smile, looking straight ahead towards the reader. TODD is
seen looking at them in the background.
BILL
[OFF-PANEL]
Because
I don't need to hear you say it. You know Goddamned well we won.
PANEL:
The
conversation between BILL and CONNOR rests in the background, with
TODD close to the reader, watching them. In the foreground, MICKY
starts getting up on one knee.
BILL
But
I just want you to know why.
Why
we beat your sorry asses.
PANEL:
BILL
is talking down to CONNOR.
BILL
It
didn't take numbers, or muscle, or even a good plan.
PAGE
16
PANEL:
TODD
spins around in surprise.
BILL
[VO
BOX]
“The
Wolves”
PANEL:
TODD
swings his pipe, as MICKY ducks under him with a bloody smile.
BILL
[VO
BOX]
“stick”
PANEL:
An
up-close shot of MICKY's switchblade releasing.
BILL
[VO
BOX]
“together.”
PANEL:
JAMES,
OLIVER, and BILL all spin around at the sound of screams.
TODD
[OFF-PANEL]
AAAAAAH!
PANEL:
MICKY's
face is close to TODD, who looks ahead at nothing in particular,
surprised, mouth agape, and tears running from his eyes.
MICKY
I
may be a pig's son.
But
I think we both know who's ending up a stuck pig.
PANEL:
The
blade is seen coming out only halfway as blood begins to soak TODD's
shirt.
PANEL:
JAMES,
OLIVER, and BILL run to TODD as MICKY runs away in the background.
PANEL:
TODD
is on the ground, holding his stomach with the same surprised and
teary face, with THE WOLVES around him.
BILL
Fuck!
Was he just--
OLIVER
What
do we do!?
BRENDAN
Was
it Micky that--
PANEL:
ED
picks up TODD in his arms.
ED
We
need to get him to the hospital.
Now!
PAGE
17
PANEL:
JAMES'
car hauls ass down Main Street, bypassing a car in his lane by
driving on the wrong side of the road.
PANEL:
JAMES
drives with a lit cigarette hanging from his lips, visibly frustrated
and shaken. BILL is in the passenger seat, twisting his body back to
look at TODD in the backseat, who's passed out in-between BRENDAN and
ED. JAMES and BILL appear to be shouting, while ED looks to speak in
a normal voice. BRENDAN sits looking down and silent, but visibly
shaken as well.
VO
BOX
From
one place...
PANEL:
BRENDAN,
with the same look on his face, and in the same position as he was in
the previous panel, sits in a chair in a hospital hallway, while a
couple of faceless doctors speak to BILL and JAMES, who are cut-off
at around the neck area since they're standing. Both boys appear to
shout at the doctors.
VO
BOX
...to
the other.
PANEL:
The
same sort of panel as last time, with BRENDAN sitting in the hallway,
but this time BILL and JAMES yell at a couple of cops.
VO
BOX
I
couldn't say anything.
PANEL:
An
up-close shot of BRENDAN's shaken expression. He still looks down.
VO
BOX
With
the adrenaline and the fear and the wins and losses...
PANEL:
From
BRENDAN's point of view, we see his fists clenched in his lap,
looking at the hospital floor.
PANEL:
The
same shot, but now a pair of shoes have walked into his line of
sight.
PANEL:
Looking
up, BRENDAN sees HIS DAD, looking sternly down at his son.
VO
BOX
...There
was nothing I could say.
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18
PANEL:
BRENDAN'S
DAD drives with one hand on the steering wheel, the other arm resting
on the window, his head resting in his hand. BRENDAN sits in the
passenger seat, still looking downward and not saying anything.
VO
BOX
As
it turned out...
PANEL:
BRENDAN
sits on the edge of the couch in his living room, his parents'
arguing silhouettes in the kitchen doorway in the background.
BRENDAN rests his arms across his knees and hangs his head in defeat.
VO
BOX
There
was nothing that needed to be said.
PANEL:
BRENDAN
walks down the hallway towards his room. The light from the kitchen
bounces along the walls and BRENDAN'S SISTERS pop their heads from
their bedroom door to look and listen in on the commotion.
PANEL:
BRENDAN
closes his door behind him. Somewhat leaning on it so the bad
memories can't come with him.
PANEL:
BRENDAN
flops down on his bed, looking up at his ceiling.
PANEL:
BRENDAN
grabs nonchalantly for his pillow behind his head.
PANEL:
He
huffs into his pillow.
PANEL:
He
screams. The words come from behind the pillow muffled.
BRENDAN
[MUFFLED]
>>FUUUUUCK!!<<
PANEL:
BRENDAN
peaks from behind his pillow.
JAMES
[OFF-PANEL]
Hey
now.
PAGE
19
PANEL:
JAMES
hangs on BRENDAN's window sill from outside, smiling. BRENDAN still
peaks from under his pillow.
JAMES
You
kiss my mother with that mouth?
PANEL:
BRENDAN
sits up on the edge of his bed, looking at JAMES.
BRENDAN
What
are you doing here? I'm in enough trouble as it is.
JAMES
The
way I look at it, Brendan-Boy...
PANEL:
BRENDAN
pops his head out of his window, seeing JAMES, BILL, ED, THE ALLEN
KIDS, RICK, OLIVER, STUMPS, and HUNTER hanging around his window.
JAMES
Who
gives a shit? Ain't we all?
BILL
Good
to see you're still wearing your winners threads.
PANEL:
A
different angle of BRENDAN poking his head out the window.
BRENDAN
What
about Todd?
RICK
He'll
be fine. Truth be told, I'd be disappointed in the little pimp if
Micky Moore was the one who rubbed him out.
BRENDAN
So...
What
are you guys up to?
PANEL:
A
good overview of THE WOLVES as they light up cigarettes here and
there and spit.
JAMES
We're
gonna strut a victory lap around town, seein' as how we're the big
rumble winners after today.
You
comin', Carllyl?
PANEL:
BRENDAN
peaks a little over his shoulder at his closed bedroom door.
BRENDAN
I’m
already in deep shit…
ED
[OFF-PANEL]
So?
PANEL:
ED
smiles with a cigarette gripped between his lips as he looks at
BRENDAN from the corner of his eye.
ED
You're
a fucking Wolf.
PANEL:
BRENDAN
looks behind himself with a smile.
PANEL:
BRENDAN
starts posturing himself to escape out his bedroom window.
BRENDAN
Fuck
it.
PANEL:
THE
WOLVES throw their hands in the air as they shout. BRENDAN hangs
halfway out his window and has a finger to his lips.
THE
WOLVES
Yeah!
BRENDAN
Ssshhh!
PAGE
20
PANEL:
BRENDAN
has his feet on the booth seat across from him. OLIVER and PRESTON
ALLEN sit on the same side as him in the malt shop. BILL and RICK
sit across. THE REST OF THE WOLVES sit in an adjacent booth, tossing
some fries over their heads to BRENDAN's side.
VO
BOX
If
this is what you want out of a story, then now's the time to stop.
We
had won.
PANEL:
A
FIGURE knocks on a door late at night.
VO
BOX
We
saved the day.
PANEL:
OLIVER'S
PARENTS answer the door. The look on their faces is worrisome.
VO
BOX
No
one was dead and everyone was going to live to a ripe old age.
PANEL:
ED'S
PARENTS answer the door. Again, with worry.
VO
BOX
A
perfect happy ending.
PANEL:
BRENDAN'S
PARENTS answer the door. Once more, with worry.
VO
BOX
If
this is how you want the story to end, then your ignorance will be
your bliss.
PANEL:
PIOTR
smiles on the other side of the door.
VO
BOX
That
night we didn't worry about anything.
PANEL:
THE
WOLVES stumble around an empty lot with JAMES' car's headlights
lighting up their spot at night. Tunes blare from the car as the
kids sit around and drink and dance.
VO
BOX
Not
about college, or parents, or love.
PAGE
21
PANEL:
BRENDAN
laughs as he stumbles into BILL.
VO
BOX
We
were invincible.
PANEL:
ED
and JAMES sit on the hood of JAMES' car, smiling and dangling their
bottles of beer from their fingertips.
VO
BOX
It's
what we truly believed.
PANEL:
A
car's headlights come over a dark hill.
PANEL:
The
car moves faster in the night. The black car melding with the
country night. The back window is rolled down halfway, with smoke
coming from it.
PANEL:
AN
OLD MAN is in the backseat, smoking a cigarette. His eyes set
forward.
PANEL:
His
fingers snap the cigarette into the night air.
PANEL:
The
cigarette hits the ground as the car moves towards the lit-up town of
Ellisville.
VO
BOX
And
it's why we were never prepared for what was coming.
TO
BE CONTINUED...
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