Monday, May 17, 2010

AMERICAN JUSTICE COMICS 447 AUGUST 2010

The Interview
Pt. 4

PG 1
[1].
EXTREME CLOSE UP; AGENT TWO'S MOUTH, CLENCHED SHUT, SWEATING PROFUSELY.

[2].
CLOSE UP; PULLED BACK JUST ENOUGH TO REVEAL A RAZOR BLADE AT TWO'S NECK.  SWEAT POOLS AT THE CONTACT POINT, MAKING THE BLADE SHIMMER.

[3].
MID-SHOT; TWO IS SEATED (FACING THE VEIWER) AT HIS CONSOLE; AN INCREDIBLY COMPLEX LOOKING KIRBYESQUE THING.  THE BUFFER HELMET (ANOTHER WILDLY KIRBY LIKE DESIGN) COVERS HIS WHOLE HEAD, EXCEPTING THE MOUTH.  HE SITS IN RIGID ANTICIPATION.  AGENT ONE STANDS DIRECTLY BEHIND HIM HOLDING THE RAZOR BLADE TO TWO'S THROAT.  1 IS SMILING EAR TO EAR (AS WIDELY AS POSSIBLE).  HE ALSO WEARS A BUFFER HELMET.  BEHIND THEM WE CAN SEE SOME MORE OF THE INTERVIEW CONTROL BOOTH, FULL OF SLEEK ART DECO COMPUTERS.  

[4].
MID-SHOT; OLD DOC TERROR (WAIST UP) UNDER A BEAM OF LIGHT FROM OFF PANEL.  HE IS SCRATCHING HIS MID-SECTION IN BOREDOM.  HIS FACIAL & HEAD HAIR (LONG AND WHITE) STILL COMPLETELY OBSCURE HIS FEATURES.

PG 2
[1].
SAME AS PREVIOUS; DOC TERROR IS NO LONGER SCRATCHING, HE COUGHS TO THE RIGHT, HIS LONG WHITE MUSTACHE BLOWING OUTWARD.

DOC TERROR:  COUGH.

[2].
SAME AS PREVIOUS; DOC TERROR LOOKS OUT TOWARD THE VIEWER, WE CANNOT SEE HIS EYES, ONLY SHADOWY HOLES THROUGH THE HAIR.

[3].
SAME AS PREVIOUS; DOC TERROR LIFTING UP HIS HAND, EXAMINING HIS WRIST AND THE BLACK LINE ATTACHED THERE.

DOC TERROR:  TWENTY-FOUR YEARS AND THIS IS THE BEST YOU CAN COME UP WITH?

DOC TERROR: (INSIDE THE WORD BALOON IS A SERIES OF EGYPTIAN HIEROGLYPHS.)

[4].
SAME AS PREVIOUS; THE BLACK SHACKLES UNCLASP AND FALL AWAY TO THE GROUND.

PG 4
[1].
MID-SHOT, MEDIUM 3/4 DOWN; PULLED BACK TO REVEAL DOC TERROR, STANDING AND RUBBING HIS WRISTS IN THE BEAM OF LIGHT FROM ABOVE.  THE ROBOT DRONE HOVERS CLOSER TO HIM, APPENDAGES FORWARD LIKE GRASPING HANDS.

DOC TERROR:  DID YOU EVER READ THE STORY OF BR'ER RABBIT? 

[2].
MEDIUM SHOT;  DOC TERROR STANDS NAKED FACING US, STILL RUBBING A WRIST.  THE ROBOT DRONE HOVERS JUST BEHIND HIM ON THE LEFT, UNPACKING A BLACK CLOAK FROM ITS INNARDS.

DOC TERROR:  I THINK IT'S PARTICULARLY FITTING RIGHT NOW, DON'T YOU?

[3].
SAME AS PREVIOUS; DOC TERROR STANDS ARMS SPREAD SLIGHTLY OUT AND IN FRONT OF HIM.  THE ROBOT DRONE IS DRAPING THE HOODED BLACK CLOAK OVER HIS SHOULDERS AND ARMS.

DOC TERROR:  GOES TO SHOW YOU THAT SOME OF THE OLD TALES ARE STILL THE BEST.

[4].
MEDIUM SHOT; DOC TERROR ON THE LEFT, IN PROFILE TO WAIST.  HOOD DOWN, HE REACHES FOR ANOTHER SMALLER BLACK HOOD BEING OFFERED TO HIM BY THE ROBOT DRONE ON THE RIGHT.

DOC TERROR:  ALTHOUGH THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU SHOULDN'T TRY TO MAKE NEW AND BETTER ONES.

[5]. 
SAME AS PREVIOUS;  DOC TERROR, TURNED SLIGHTLY AWAY FROM US, SLIDES THE BLACK HOODED MASK OVER HIS HEAD.  WE CAN NOT SEE THE FRONT OF THE MASK.

PG 4
[1].
WIDE FULL SHOT OF DOC TERROR, ARMS SPREAD OUT, IN TRADEMARK BLACK DEATH CLOAK AND SKULL FACE MASK.  THE CLOAK BILLOWS AROUND HIM MENACINGLY ALIVE.

DOC TERROR:  HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

[2].
MEDIUM; 3/4 DOWN, CONTROL BOOTH.  WE FACE THE BACKS OF AGENTS ONE AND TWO, WHICH HAVEN'T MOVED FROM THEIR STARTING POSITIONS ON PAGE ONE.  WE CAN NOW SEE THE LARGE MONITORING SCREENS IN FRONT OF THEM ON WHCIH ARE NUMEROUS DIFFERENT ANGLED SHOTS OF DOC TERROR STRIDING FORWARD THROUGH DARKNESS.

DOC TERROR:  IT'S TIME I GOT BACK INTO THE REAL WORLD.

[3].
MEDIUM-CLOSE; THE AGENT'S BACKS ARE TO US. STANDING AGENT DOMINATES LEFT FOREGROUND, WE SEE ONLY THE FAR RIGHT SIDE OF SEATED AGENT'S BODY.  HIS RIGHT HAND SHAKES SPASMODICALLY.

SEATED AGENT:  P-PLEASE...DON'T..

[4].
EXTREME CLOSE UP; AGENT ONE'S IMPOSSIBLE GRIN. SWEAT TRICKLES DOWN HIS UPPER LIP ONTO HIS TEETH.  HIS GUM ALONG THE BOTTOM ROW ARE BLEEDING.

AGENT ONE:  DON'T MOVE.

PG 5
[1].
MEDIUM; FACING THE AGENTS, KIRBYESQUE COMPUTER WALL BEHIND THEM.  AGENT TWO (SEATED) HOLDS TIGHTLY TO THE SEAT OF THE CHAIR.  AGENT ONE PRESSES THE RAZOR BLADE TO TWO'S NECK, NOT ENOUGH TO PUNCTURE THE SKIN YET.

TWO:  F-FRANK..PLEASE.  DON'T DO THIS.  LET ME...

ONE:  I'VE ALREADY DIABLE ALL THE PROTOCOL'S SO IT WON'T DO YOU ANY GOOD TO SOUND AN ALERT.

[2].
SAME AS PREVIOIUS.

TWO:  W-WHY ARE YOU...?

ONE:  DOES IT MATTER?  WOULD IT MAKE IT ANY EASIER FOR YOU TO KNOW WHY?  WE BOTH KNOW HOW THIS IS GOING TO PLAY OUT.

[3].
SAME AS PREVIOUS.

TWO:  FRANK...PLEASE, I HAVE KIDS.  YOU'VE BEEN TO MY HOUSE.  THIS ISN'T...
ONE:  THIS ISN'T ABOUT YOU TED.  STOP TRYING TO RATIONALIZE AND JUST ACCEPT IT.

[4].
SAME AS PREVIOUS;  TWO HAS RELEASED HIS HOLD ON THE CHAIR, HIS ARMS HANG LIMPLY AT HIS SIDES.

TWO:  OH GOD...OH GOD, MILLIE...

[5].
SAME AS PREVIOUS.

ONE:  NOW YOU'RE GETTING IT.

[6].
MEDIUM-CLOSE ON; AGENT ONE.  WAIST UP.  STILL SMILING.  WE CAN ONLY SEE THE TOP OF AGENT TWO'S HELMET.

ONE:  IT'LL ALL BE OVER SOON.

PG 6
[1].
MEDIUM-WIDE;  THE AGENTS IN THE FOREGROUND, COMPUTER WALL NOW HAS AN OPEN DOORWAY IN WHICH DOC TERROR STANDS, ROBES FLOWING FORWARD.

DOC TERROR:  NOW, NOW.  YOU BOYS SHOULD PLAY NICE.

[2].
MEDIUM;  THE AGENTS REMAIN IN THEIR POSITIONS, DOC TERROR NOW STANDS DIRECTLY BEHIND AGENT ONE.

ONE:  THE ALARMS ARE ON AN INTERFERENCE LOOP.  IT'LL LAST FOR ANOTHER TEN MINUTES.

DOC TERROR:  THAT'S TIME ENOUGH.  THANK YOU FRANK.

[3].
MEDIUM-CLOSE; TWO/FRANK'S NECK. DOC TERROR'S HAND NOW HOLDS ONE/TED'S HAND AND RAZOR.  SWEAT TRICKLES ALONG THE BLADE.

DOC TERROR:  YOU KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO NOW?

[4].
CLOSE UP; TED'S HELMETED, STILL SMILING FACE.  DOC TERROR'S SKULL MASK HOVERS JUST BEHIND.

TED:  YES.  I KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NOW.

[5].
MEDIUM; DOC TERROR STRIDES DOWN A WHITE CERAMIC HALLWAY (ALA KUBRICK'S 2001 DESIGN), TOWARDS US.  FIVE FEET BEHIND IS AN OPEN DOORWAY, WE CAN SEE ENOUGH INTO THE DOORWAY TO RECOGNIZE SOME KIRBY COMPUTERS.

DOC TERROR:  HAHAHAHAHAHA!

[6].
MEDIUM; SAME AS PREVIOUS, MINUS DOC TERROR. WE SEE JUST THE HALL AND EMPTY DOORWAY.

CAPTION:  NEXT...DOC TERROR ESCAPES! 

Sunday, May 2, 2010

Doc Terror...1985!


This was Doc Terror's costume design from 1974 to the time of his capture in 1985.