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GLOBAL
FREQUENCY #1 “BOMBHEAD” Written
by WARREN
ELLIS 22
pages THIS
IS A SCRIPT SAMPLE, containing the script for the first six pages of art,
supplied directly to this store by Warren Ellis as part of a zip file also
containing the series logo and preview art. DIAMOND
ORDER CODE: AUG020270 All
material herein © and ™ WARREN
ELLIS, 2002. GLOBAL
FREQUENCY created by Warren Ellis. This
material supplied for review only. *
http://www.warrenellis.com
* PAGE
ONE Pic
1; Half
the page. We’re inside a
car. It’s night.
A young woman with long red hair, in casual clothes, is driving.
We’re taking this shot from just behind her, looking forward
through the windscreen. Someone is hitting the
windscreen. The car has run
someone over and he’s been catapulted over the front of the car and is
cannoning, back first, into the windscreen, sending glass blasting into
the interior of the car. DISPLAY
LETT:
“BOMBHEAD” Pic
2; The
car is halted. The figure has
careened off to hit the sidewalk. Male,
dressed in a shabby raincoat, old sneakers and jeans, in his early
fifties. JANOS VOYDAN. The WOMAN is getting out of her car. We’re in San Francisco, at the top of a hill. WOMAN;
OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD… WOMAN:
ARE YOU OKAY? CAN YOU
TALK? Pic
3; Janos
Voydan’s head lolls up, bleeding from a few cuts to the face, nose
bleeding a little… and his eyes are BACKLIT, and his mouth is LIT FROM
WITHIN, like there’s an electrical fire inside his head… (no
dialogue) PAGE
TWO Pic
1; A
car has pulled up behind the woman’s car, sleek and black.
JOHN STARK, a gaunt-faced black man in his early thirties, in a
black suit with a white shirt and black tie, is getting out.
He has his GLOBAL FREQUENCY CELLPHONE in his hand.
GF SYMBOL badge on the lapel. (no
dialogue) Pic
2; Close
up: his thumb hitting the button on the phone that has the GLOBAL
FREQUENCY SYMBOL on it. (no
dialogue) Pic
3; Stark
approaches the Woman and Voydan, phone to his ear.
She sees him: WOMAN:
HE JUST LEAPT OUT IN FRONT OF MY CAR, I’M ON THE EARLY SHIFT AT
WORK, I WASN’T LOOKING – STARK:
ALEPH, THIS IS 288. Pic
4; Big
pic, rest of page. In the
room we’ll know as CENTRAL (description to follow – it’s a circular
room, with a circular console, the walls all being huge display screens
showing different views of pretty much everywhere on Earth via spy cams,
constantly changing – part of the console is given over to another
display screen called THE BIG BOARD)… …ALEPH,
who runs everything. (a young
Asian-American woman in a black t-shirt with a white GF SYMBOL on and a
headset). ALEPH:
YOU’RE ON THE GLOBAL FREQUENCY. PAGE
THREE Pic
1; She
zips across on her chair to the Big Board, which shows Stark’s face in a
mugshot style, and the text: JOHN STARK - #288. ALEPH:
THE BIG BOARD PUTS YOU IN SAN FRANCISCO, SURVEILLING JANOS VOYDAN. ALEPH:
WHAT’VE YOU GOT FOR ME, JOHN? Pic
2; John’s
down on one knee by Voydan, who’s half-conscious, and now has his face
turned down to the ground, so Stark can’t see it.
Stark looks him over professionally. STARK:
VOYDAN’S STILL HAVING FITS, AND HE’S JUST BEEN HIT BY A CAR.
FROM PHONE;
NEXT TIME WE PUT YOU TO WATCHING SOMEONE, JOHN, LOOK FOR CARS
TOO… JOHN;
DO WE HAVE AIR SUPPORT? I
DON’T KNOW IF I WANT HIM IN A REGULAR HOSPITAL. Pic
3; Aleph
hits a keypad by the Big Board, and its display shifts, to show a blonde
woman in her thirties, and the text: ALISON FITZGERALD - #702. ALEPH:
ALLY FITZGERALD’S AT SFO WITH A CHOPPER.
I’LL GET A LOCATION FIX OFF YOUR PHONE AND MAKE THE CALL. Pic
4; John
starts to turn Voydan over. JOHN:
I’M STANDING BY HERE. JOHN:
LET’S GET A LOOK AT HIM. I
HAVE SOME ARMY MEDICAL TRAINING. WOMAN:
YOU’RE A SOLDIER? JOHN:
USED TO BE. PAGE
FOUR Pic
1; CUT
TO: A GLOBAL FREQUENCY CELLPHONE going off on a hotel room’s bedside
table (it lights up). Dark. (no
dialogue) Pic
2; ALLY
FITZGERALD answers it, flicking the bedside lamp on. ALLY:
702. Pic
3; CUT
TO: Aleph, a dynamic angle that presents her with the world scrolling
behind her… ALEPH;
THIS IS ALEPH. YOU’RE
ON THE GLOBAL FREQUENCY, ALLY. ALEPH:
JOHN STARK NEEDS CHOPPER SUPPORT IN CENTRAL SAN FRANCISCO.
BIG BOARD SAYS YOU’RE SLEEPING AT THE AIRPORT TONIGHT. Pic
4; CUT
TO: The hotel room, with Ally’s BOYFRIEND clambering out of the bed in
shorts, sleepy, headed for a CHROME BRIEFCASE on the floor. ALLY:
GARY, GET MY SPECIAL CASE. ALLY:
GIVE ME THE CO-ORDS, ALEPH. Pic
5; Boyfriend
has the case open in his hands. Inside
is a leather jacket with the GF symbol emblazoned on its back. He stares out at us, stunned. BOYFRIEND:
…WHEN WERE YOU GOING TO TELL ME YOU’RE ONE OF THEM? ALLY (OFF);
THOUGHT I’D WEAR IT FOR YOU ON OUR WEDDING NIGHT. PAGE
FIVE Pic
1; CUT
TO: San Francisco: and John stares at Janos Voydan’s face, lit from
within… JOHN:
GOD ALMIGHTY. WOMAN:
WHAT’S WRONG WITH HIM? WOMAN: I DON’T THINK BEING HIT BY A CAR CAN DO THAT TO YOU. Pic
2; And
suddenly Janos MOVES – strikes John hard in the chest with the flat of
his hand, banging John backwards with huge force – (no
dialogue) Pic
3; Clambers
up, backhanding the woman – (no
dialogue) Pic
4; --
gets into her car – (no
dialogue) Pic
5; --
tears off in a hell of smoke and rubber. (no
dialogue) PAGE
SIX Pic
1; CUT
TO: MISHA NORTON, a black girl in her early twenties, at a computer
monitor in her small, chaotic apartment.
It’s dark here too, and she’s only got one anglepoise lamp
light on. She swigs Red Bull.
She’s in a hooded top with a GF SYMBOL on the breast.
SPEAKERPHONE next to her keyboard. SPEAKERPHONE:
MISHA NORTON, YOU’RE ON THE GLOBAL FREQUENCY. MISHA:
HIT ME. SPEAKERPHONE:
CAN YOU GET A SPYSAT TASKED OVER SAN FRANCISCO? Pic
2; She
starts working the keyboard – the graphic of a SATELLITE spins on her
screen. MISHA:
BRINGING HIGHBIRD 4 ONLINE. DON’T
TELL COLIN POWELL. MISHA:
IS THIS ABOUT THAT ELECTROMAGNETIC ANOMALY I SAW ON YESTERDAY’S
WEST COAST SAT PASS? Pic
3; Aleph
spins in her chair, as aerial photography of San Francisco flashes on to
her screens… ALEPH:
YEAH. WE CENTERED IT ON A RUSSIAN ÉMIGRÉ, ONE JANOS VOYDAN. ALEPH:
WE PUT JOHN STARK ON TO WATCH HIM.
VOYDAN’S HAVING SEIZURES THAT SEEM TO ASSOCIATE WITH THE ANOMALY. Pic
4; Misha’s
eyes go wide, face lit by the screen… MISHA:
YOU’RE DAMN RIGHT. MISHA:
I’M SENDING YOU THE SAT’S TAKE RIGHT NOW. MISHA:
I WOULDN’T WANT TO BE ON NOB HILL WITH A PACEMAKER RIGHT NOW.
YOUR ANOMALY JUST DOUBLED IN OUTPUT. -- end script sample -- |