The document describes a weekly comic book script writing exercise where the writer and 8 others each write a one page script featuring that week's chosen comic book character. The week starts with a "Why" post explaining the reasons for exploring that character, then each writer submits a one page script sample within that week featuring the character. Anyone can provide constructive feedback on the scripts.
DARK HARBOURWritten byCatherine Wignall[email prot.docxwhittemorelucilla
DARK HARBOUR
Written by
Catherine Wignall
[email protected]
FADE IN:
EXT. BLACKNESS
We can HEAR breathing.
Slowly, ever so slowly, tiny pinpricks of light pierce
through the veil of darkness.
STARS.
We are looking at the vastness of space.
IMANI (O.S.)
Danny!
INT. RELIEF SHIP - OBSERVATION HATCH - NIGHT
DANNY SHEPHERD lies at the observation window, staring out at
the infinity of stars. He’s an excitable puppy, cute, 26, and
African American.
IMANI (O.S.)
Get your butt down here!
Reluctantly, Danny moves away from the observation hatch. As
he does, he reveals a new section of window previously
obscured. Outside is a big, blue PLANET. NEPTUNE.
EXT. RELIEF SHIP - NIGHT
The space capsule floats through the silent void, passing by
Neptune and on toward a distant moon.
SUPER: “Triton”
A BLAST OF FIST-PUMPING, HEART-JUMPING ROCK MUSIC assaults us
and -
INT. TRITON BASE - EXERCISE ROOM - NIGHT
AURORA (RORY) REYNOLDS (27) runs on a treadmill in the
brightly lit exercise room, the music blaring from her
speakers.
Her hair’s pulled back tightly, her movements taut and
expert. She keeps up a brutal pace.
EXT. ISCO HEADQUARTERS - COMPANY CAR PARK - DAY
The sky is beautiful as the sun sets, a blaze of diaphanous
fire.
SUPER: “Orlando, Florida”
SAM SHEPHERD (29) clambers out of his car. He takes a moment
to look up at the sky, a small smile gracing his face. You
can see the family resemblance to Danny, though slightly
older, more mature.
INT. ISCO HEADQUARTERS - CORRIDOR - DAY
A variety of LAB WORKERS in white coats and OFFICE WORKERS in
scruffy smart-casual pass Sam as he wends through dimly lit
corridors. He nods a greeting to each one of them, a buoyancy
in his step.
Sam passes a series of doors labelled with various MOON
NAMES. He reaches a door labelled TRITON. Across the hall
another door is labelled CALLISTO.
INT. ISCO HEADQUARTERS - TRITON MONITORING ROOM - DAY
MAYA PATEL (28) flicks through a magazine while chipping at
her nail varnish, a bank of monitors in front of her. She
wears a headset and mic. TINNY ROCK MUSIC filters through the
headset.
MAYA
You’re late.
She doesn’t look up as Sam enters.
SAM
Sorry. All good?
MAYA
Wish she’d choose a different song.
Barely glancing up, Maya flicks a few switches. The MUSIC
from her headphones now blasts through a pair of battered
speakers.
Sam slumps into a seat beside Maya and turns the music down.
He scans the monitors before them. Each screen monitors the
vitals of a different person: COMMANDER ANGELA HAWKINS,
KARINA BABIKOVA, AZIZ KADER, RORY REYNOLDS. Three screens are
dark.
2.
SAM
Any problems?
MAYA
Nada.
SAM
Well, it was lovely talking to you
as always, Maya, but you’re in the
good chair. Go home. Shift.
Sam yanks the headset off Maya’s head. She barely notices.
INT. TRITON BASE - EXERCISE ROOM - NIGHT
Rory’s still pounding away at the treadmill. Her MUSIC cuts
out, replaced by the CRACKLE of the comms..
DARK HARBOURWritten byCatherine Wignall[email prot.docxwhittemorelucilla
DARK HARBOUR
Written by
Catherine Wignall
[email protected]
FADE IN:
EXT. BLACKNESS
We can HEAR breathing.
Slowly, ever so slowly, tiny pinpricks of light pierce
through the veil of darkness.
STARS.
We are looking at the vastness of space.
IMANI (O.S.)
Danny!
INT. RELIEF SHIP - OBSERVATION HATCH - NIGHT
DANNY SHEPHERD lies at the observation window, staring out at
the infinity of stars. He’s an excitable puppy, cute, 26, and
African American.
IMANI (O.S.)
Get your butt down here!
Reluctantly, Danny moves away from the observation hatch. As
he does, he reveals a new section of window previously
obscured. Outside is a big, blue PLANET. NEPTUNE.
EXT. RELIEF SHIP - NIGHT
The space capsule floats through the silent void, passing by
Neptune and on toward a distant moon.
SUPER: “Triton”
A BLAST OF FIST-PUMPING, HEART-JUMPING ROCK MUSIC assaults us
and -
INT. TRITON BASE - EXERCISE ROOM - NIGHT
AURORA (RORY) REYNOLDS (27) runs on a treadmill in the
brightly lit exercise room, the music blaring from her
speakers.
Her hair’s pulled back tightly, her movements taut and
expert. She keeps up a brutal pace.
EXT. ISCO HEADQUARTERS - COMPANY CAR PARK - DAY
The sky is beautiful as the sun sets, a blaze of diaphanous
fire.
SUPER: “Orlando, Florida”
SAM SHEPHERD (29) clambers out of his car. He takes a moment
to look up at the sky, a small smile gracing his face. You
can see the family resemblance to Danny, though slightly
older, more mature.
INT. ISCO HEADQUARTERS - CORRIDOR - DAY
A variety of LAB WORKERS in white coats and OFFICE WORKERS in
scruffy smart-casual pass Sam as he wends through dimly lit
corridors. He nods a greeting to each one of them, a buoyancy
in his step.
Sam passes a series of doors labelled with various MOON
NAMES. He reaches a door labelled TRITON. Across the hall
another door is labelled CALLISTO.
INT. ISCO HEADQUARTERS - TRITON MONITORING ROOM - DAY
MAYA PATEL (28) flicks through a magazine while chipping at
her nail varnish, a bank of monitors in front of her. She
wears a headset and mic. TINNY ROCK MUSIC filters through the
headset.
MAYA
You’re late.
She doesn’t look up as Sam enters.
SAM
Sorry. All good?
MAYA
Wish she’d choose a different song.
Barely glancing up, Maya flicks a few switches. The MUSIC
from her headphones now blasts through a pair of battered
speakers.
Sam slumps into a seat beside Maya and turns the music down.
He scans the monitors before them. Each screen monitors the
vitals of a different person: COMMANDER ANGELA HAWKINS,
KARINA BABIKOVA, AZIZ KADER, RORY REYNOLDS. Three screens are
dark.
2.
SAM
Any problems?
MAYA
Nada.
SAM
Well, it was lovely talking to you
as always, Maya, but you’re in the
good chair. Go home. Shift.
Sam yanks the headset off Maya’s head. She barely notices.
INT. TRITON BASE - EXERCISE ROOM - NIGHT
Rory’s still pounding away at the treadmill. Her MUSIC cuts
out, replaced by the CRACKLE of the comms..
2. What is it?
We (me and 8 other writers) pick one comic
book character per week and we each write a
one page script with that character in it.
We each take a turn at picking which character
we get and the week starts on Sunday. Our
script must go up within that week.
3. What is it?
One page of script only. That page might be a
a done-in-one tale, or a splash at the start of a
tale, or the end or middle.
Must convey enough to an artist to work with.
Must convey enough character to hook a
reader.
4. What is it?
Anyone can constructively critique a writer's
page.
Anyone can submit on that week's “Why?”
page.
5. Why?
Why Captain America?
If you haven't heard, a film came out this week by
a little-known company called Marvel, staring one
Steve Rogers. He's not a mutant. He wasn't bitten
by a radioactive spider. In fact, he doesn't have
any powers what-so-ever! He's just an average
guy, who wanted to do his part in the war... but
couldn't. He was a runt; a weakling. This didn't
stop him trying, however, and his determination
caught the attention of a special program the
military was running. Steve was chosen to
become a Super Soldier, and so was born Captain
America.
So what's so special about this guy? Well, when it
The week starts with
comes to heroes, you don't get much more heroic
than Steve Rogers. A defining trait of a hero is a “Why?” post, where
altruism, and Steve has that in spades. He is
always willing to give himself up for his country
and fellow man, no matter the cost. Oh, and did I
we give our reasons
mention he has a pretty kick-ass shield? for exploring the
character.
7. “Near Death”
Scene takes place in a corporate board room, with open plan offices outside.
Layout:
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Panel 1 - MARKHAM hides behind the tipped-over conference table, back up against it, kind of in a seated
position, head down, eyes squeezed shut, a Smith&Wesson 457 in each hand:
Unseen gunmen are somewhere on the other side (we can't see them), their bullets blasting through and tearing
up the table around MARKHAM. Glass is shattering in the background.
SFX: BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
SFX: KSHHH!!
SFX: BAM!BAM!BAM!
8. “Near Death”
Panel 2 - Same as above, but no blasting or crashing. Quiet moment.
NO COPY
Panel 3 - Same P.O.V., but MARKHAM is now peeking around the table nervously.
NO COPY
Panel 4 - Same P.O.V. MARKHAM is sitting on the floor again, his back to the table again, and he's swearing at
his shoes.
MARKHAM: (small lettering) #@$K!
9. “Near Death”
Panel 5 - Same as above, but MARKHAM's eyes look heavenward. His face is like a chid who is admitting he
broke the lamp because he was running in the house, sorry eyes, pouty lip...
MARKHAM: God? I know you're up there laughin'yer ass off...
MARKHAM: ...'specially with the "no-kill" thing...
Panel 6 - Same as Panel 3, peeking around the table again.
MARKHAM: ...but help me out here, I swear I'll put twenty in the plate next Sunday...
Panel 7 - Same as Panel 5, but with that "oh, yeah, almost forgot" expression.
MARKHAM: ...oh, uh...Amen.
Panel 8 - MARKHAM rises from his position and swings around, pistols almost leading his body to a firing stance
behind the table.
NO COPY
10. “Near Death”
Panel 9 - As seen from MARKHAM's eyes: foreground - MARKHAM's forearms and guns, muzzle-flash trailing in
an arc, sweeping from right to left, shells ejecting from the chambers; background - from left to right: gunman
shot in a kneecap and a calf, gunman shot in the foot and hip, gunman shot in the kneecap, gunman shot in
the “tenders”, gunman shot in the hand and elbow. Their faces are all distorted in agony.
SFX: BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
MARKHAM: (to the one he shot in the groin) Sorry!
SFX: BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
11. The Lizard (from The Amazing
Spider-Man)
Layout: Page divided in thirds: top row - 3 panels, middle row - 2 panels, bottom row - 1 panel
Panel 1 - The face of NORMAN OSBORN, seen through the hole of a table headrest, like on a massage table or
operating table. His eyes betray his confusion.
OSBORN: (small lettering) ...can't...move...
CONNORS: (off-panel, Lizard lettering) WaKeY-wAkeY. EgGs-aNd-bAkeY.
CONNORS: (off-panel, normal lettering) Norman, please...
Panel 2 - Same as Panel 1, but Norman's eyes show his mind working frantically.
OSBORN: Connors? 's that you?
CONNORS: (off-panel, Lizard lettering) Can'T dO tHiS wIThOut yOu Wi-i-iDe aWakE.
CONNORS: (off-panel, Lizard lettering) DoN't mAkE mE sLaP yOu.
CONNORS: (off-panel, normal lettering) Norman, you have to keep still...
12. The Lizard (from The Amazing
Spider-Man)
Panel 3 - Same as above, but now Norman's getting angry.
OSBORN: Connors, I swear to God, you better -
CONNORS: (off-panel, Lizard lettering) AmYGdaLa. CrOcoDiLe bRaiN.
CONNORS: (off-panel, Lizard lettering) WheRE feAr aNd pLeAsuRe aRe sAMe.
CONNORS: (off-panel, normal lettering) ...you're anemic. If you tear the incisions, I may not stop you from
bleeding out.
13. The Lizard (from The Amazing
Spider-Man)
Panel 4 - Same as above, but Norman now shows shock. To his right (our left side of the panel), we see the right-
side profile of CURT CONNORS.
OSBORN: (small lettering) ...my...
CONNORS: (Lizard lettering) i cAn sMeLL yOuR sWeaT.
CONNORS: (Lizard lettering) TaSte oF coPPeR. TerrOr-seX-pAniC.
Panel 5 - Same as above, except Norman's face now betrays his fear, a drop of blood has started to run from the
edge of his cheek toward his eye. CONNORS is gone, but to Norman's left, (our right side of the panel), we
see the LIZARD's left-side profile.
OSBORN: Connors. I can help you...
LIZARD: (normal lettering) You are helping.
LIZARD: (normal lettering) You're my faithful assistant, on a journey of discovery, to the inner workings of our
mutually abnormal brains..
14. The Lizard (from The Amazing
Spider-Man)
Panel 6 - From slightly above, Norman Osborn face-down on an operating table. He is strapped down. The back
of his head has been surgically opened, a portion of skull removed, and some pinkish-grey brain is exposed.
Wires extend from somewhere off panel into two probes inserted into the brain. We see that he is also
connected to an IV drip and a medical monitor. Two surgeons and two nurses are dead on the floor, lying in
pools of their own blood. We also see now that CONNORS and the LIZARD share the same body. His
face/head is split so his left (our right) side is the LIZARD half, and his grin is monstrous. His left arm
however, is human; his regrown right one is reptilian. He is naked except for an open lab coat, and we see his
body is mottled between human and reptile skin. He is looking down at the open skull, his lizard hand holding
a scalpel, gleaming from the overhead light, ready to dig in.
CONNORS/LIZARD: (normal lettering) Trust me.
CONNORS/LIZARD: (Lizard lettering) i'M a dOcToR...
...to be cont'd...
15. Godzilla - “Arizona Bay”
Layout:
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Panel 1: Wide shot. Monument Valley, Arizona. Looking West. Between the monolithic rocks, we can see the
Pacific Ocean beyond. Thanks to Godzilla's rampage fighting magma giants along the San Andreas fault, all
of California and Baja California is gone. The sky is clear and blue.
CAPTION: ONE YEAR LATER...
CAPTION: You would think after something like this, we'd be a little smarter. A little wiser.
Panel 2: On a city street, Westboro Church protesters are holding picket signs, mouths open in some chant.
Some picket signs read: "Godzilla Hates Fags", "You Can't Spell GODZILLA Without GOD", "'Zilla 1, L.A. 0".
CAPTION: Instead, we just crank up the stupid, blind to what history tries to teach us.
Panel 3: In a boardroom, Japanese businessmen are bowing and shaking hands over contracts with three
American lawyers, who look a lot like Gene Hackman, Ned Beatty, and Valerie Perrine from Richard Donner's
Superman movie. Everyone is smiling billion-dollar smiles.
CAPTION: We're blind, even if we're not looking in the right direction. And we never suspect who the one-eyed
kings are.
16. Godzilla - “Arizona Bay”
Panel 4: On the new Arizona beach, Monument Valley in the distant background, mourners of all ages and races
stand on red rocks, tossing roses, orchids, and lilies into the ocean in rememberance. The sky is orange from
sunset.
CAPTION: And we choose to be blind. Blinded by grief, by confusion and anger. By remembered smoke and
ash.
Panel 5: Starry night, long shot. A campfire reflects off a cliff-face wall. People are sitting and standing around it.
CAPTION: We never see the warning signs. Abused child becomes abusive parent. Tiger turns on the tamer.
Panel 6: Zoom in. We see the Hopi natives around the campfire, listening intently to their chief, who wears a
wide-brimmed black hat, and holds his arms wide. Behind the chief, an old man paints figures on the cliff wall
with a slender brush.
CAPTION: We create our own monsters, and we're surprised when they turn on us, hungry for our bones.
Panel 7: Zoom in. We see that the old man has crudely painted Godzilla stomping through fire and rubble on the
cliff wall. He is just finishing the tail.
CAPTION: We have only ourselves to blame if we refuse to read the writing on the wall.
FIN
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