Page Six

From doktorsleepless

PAGE SIX

Pic 1: CUT TO: SING, in head and shoulders, taking in some of her chest so we can see the aesthetic implants that make her name a raised stamp on her skin.. (she’s wearing a McVeigh t-shirt (see later) but she’s torn it a new neckline to show some cleavage) …waking up, no make-up, skewed angle as she looks up at us, dark around her. SIX PANEL GRID, THREE ROWS OF TWO – knock top tier unto a single page-wide panel.

SING

MRR.

SING

..GOD, MY BONES HURT…

Pic 2: Pull back, to see her boyfriend, a big muscular guy with cropped blond hair called MARS, also vaguely stirring. They’re in a home-made four poster bed, made out of metal welded together in a very industrial-goth style, plastic sheeting instead of dropped fabric.

MARS

TOLD YOU TO LEAVE THE PILLS ALONE, SING

SING

SHUT-UP. WHAT TIME IS IT?

MARS

I DUNNO. I’M STILL ASLEEP.

Pic 3: Zoom in on Sing: and we can see computer-pulldown menus appearing on the surface of her eye.

SING

LEMME CHECK THE LENS.

Pic 4: Here’s what she’s seeing, in close up: something like a instant messenger program’s buddylist. The program has a logo at the top of the list – it’s called CLATTER. A timestamp under it says 08.18amEST. It lists names, like AIM or MSN or whatever… Celia, Mars, Key, Heinz, DJ Amun, Echo. Mars and Echo have a * next to their names. But the name DJ AMUN is surrounded in a black box.

(no dialogue)

Pic 5: Sing sits up hard, staring ahead.

SING

DJ’S DEAD.

MARS

WHR?

SING

HE’S GONE BLACK IN MY BUDDYLIST. HE’S DEAD.

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