SCRIPTAGE 8: JASON TAKES MANHATTAN!

After a year plus, Scriptage is back! I think the major reason I haven't posted one of these in a while is that, besides this blog, I didn't do much writing last year. A little tweaking here and there, but nothing I could really sink my teeth into. Lettering has really filled the comic book section of my life, and I've enjoyed the break.

Recently, though, Jok has gotten back to work on finishing the Vapor, which has forced me back to making sure the finale of the book is prepared. After all, we have a commitment to getting the graphic novel out there to all the fine folks that purchased the first two issues. Rereading my old scripts has been fun, so I thought this was the perfect time to restart Scriptage.

For those that don't know what this is, simply, it's a place where I deposit script excerpts. More descriptively, it's a study in the development and changes I've gone through as a comic book writer. It's sort of therapeutic for me, and I hope that maybe a couple of you get something out of it, too. If anything, it's me making ass out of myself, so there's always that!

Naturally, we'll start with Vengeance of the Vapor, from chapter 3, and an early preview of what's in store in the OGN. This is the 2 page opening of the book, which starts as a flashback and then picks up from right after page 22 of issue 2. Thanks for reading!

VENGEANCE OF
THE VAPOR

By Sal Cipriano

CHAPTER 3

PAGE 1

1.1:
Flashback. New York, 1857, on a small piece of land, by a small church, in the middle of downtown Manhattan, it’s the funeral of Brooks’ dad. Many people are in attendance: all poor and suffering, a few gang members in shoddy bandages, and in front of the priest conducting the ceremony is young Brooks, also bandaged, holding little Kate’s hand. In back of them is Dillon, a little younger here.

PRIEST: …AND SO WE LAY INTO THIS PIT, OUR FRIEND AND FELLOW CITIZEN, WILLIAM MORRIS ROGERS, FOR ETERNITY, AND FOREVER MORE. AMEN.
CROWD:
AMEN.
CAP: NYC 1857

1.2: After the funeral Dillon kneels down and puts his hands on the kids’ shoulders. Brooks looks mad, but Kate is slightly smiling.

DILLON: YOU KIDS BOTH KNOW YOU’RE WELCOME TO COME WITH ME WHEN I HEAD WEST IN THE MORN. BESIDES, THERE’S NOTHING LEFT HERE, AND A NEW START’LL DO YOU GOOD.
KATE: DO YOU MEAN IT, GRANDPOP?

1.3: A defiant Brooks takes his grandfather’s hand off of him. Dillon is saddened by this and Kate looks on sadly as well.

BROOKS: NO, KATEY, FIVE POINTS IS WHERE MOM AND DAD RAISED US. WE’RE PART OF THIS, AND WE AIN’T GOIN’ WEST EVER!

1.4: Dillon gets up and looks Brooks in the eyes. Kate is starting to cry.

DILLON: I WISH I COULD STAY TO CARE FOR YOU, BUT I GOT OBLIGATIONS NOW.
BROOKS: RIGHT. GO BE SHERIFF. WE’LL FIND OUR OWN WAY, RIGHT?
DILLON: YES. YES, THAT’S RIGHT.

1.5: Dillon leaves the kids standing holding hands. His face is in the foreground with tears welling up in his eyes but not falling. In the background, Kate is crying on Brooks’ shoulder.

PAGE 2

2.1:
Back to the present and Brooks is still at the cemetery in Heavy’s Shed. This is a close up of his face and the tears are flowing down it. It is evening time.

BROOKS: WELL I LIED, GRANDPOP. HERE I AM OUT WEST, BUT YOU KNEW I WOULD BE, HUH?

2.2: Back up to show he is on the muddy ground looking down at the ground.

BROOKS: YOU ALWAYS TOLD ME TO FIND MY OWN WAY, AND I TOOK IT TO HEART. TOOK AWHILE, BUT I FINALLY LEFT NEW YORK, LEFT KATE. I MADE SOMETHING THAT WAS WHOLLY MY OWN, TOO.

2.3: Close in more. He looks up at the Vapor’s statue face with tears coming from his face.

BROOKS: BUT NOW YOU’VE SENT FOR ME TO FOLLOW YOU, AND I’M SORRY, BUT I JUST CAN’T GO AGAINST ALLA THAT!

2.4: Brooks stands up and wipes his tears with his sleeve as he continues to talk to the Vapor bust as if it were actually his grandfather.

BROOKS: I’M NOT LIKE YOU. I DON’T KNOW WHY YOU CONVINCED YOUR PALS OTHERWISE. MY NAME IS BROOKS ROGERS, I’M A SPIRIT PHOTOGRAPHER.

2.5:
Brooks starts turning to begin to walk away, looking back at the tombstone one final time as he does.

BROOKS:
AND I HAVE A JOB TO DO.