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Authors: Kevin J. Anderson
Tags: adventure, Fantasy, Steampunk, comics, Rush, scripts, Clockwork Angels, BOOM!, Neil Peart. Watchmaker, Anarchist, Owen Hardy, steamliner, Geddy Lee, Alex Lifeson
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This panel should be similar to Hugh Syme’s painting of the fortune teller in the novel.
FORTUNE TELLER
I am many things … I was one of the Watchmaker’s early experiments.
PANEL 5
Close-up of the Fortune Teller’s withered face, tight in on her eyes, glowing with a strange blue, an evil-looking expression.
FORTUNE TELLER
He was desperate.
PANEL 6
Owen is rapt, looking up at her.
OWEN
Desperate … How can that be? And you’re so old—do you remember the ancient times before the Stability? Before the Watchmaker?
[LINK]
Were they terrible?
PANEL 7
Fortune Teller’s face, eyes closed as if in a sigh, remembering.
FORTUNE TELLER
Oh, yes, I remember those times. But they weren’t all terrible.
FORTUNE TELLER
I wish that I could live it all again.
PANEL 8
Small panel: the windup key runs down.
PAGE 11
PANEL 1
Small panel, close-in, Golson’s taped fist SLAMS into a straw-stuffed sack. We just see the fist and the impact.
SFX
WHAMMM
PANEL 2
Pull back to show full scene, the straw-filled body-sized punching bag, Golson in just his trunks hammering at it, working up a sweat. Owen is standing nearby, watching. Daylight, early morning.
GOLSON
Gotta get pumped up on show day. *Oof* Loosen up before the crowds come in. *Uhh*
PANEL 3
Different angle, Owen watches as Golson continues his workout.
OWEN
You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met, Golson.
GOLSON
You’re strong, too, kid. I can see it, but don’t be afraid of your strength. *Ooof* Don’t be afraid to be strong . Here, let me show you.
PANEL 4
Owen, looking scrawny beside Golson, does his best to hammer the bag, with Golson standing behind him, helping, grinning.
OWEN
You’ve all made me stronger. I feel at home here … Home. Though I do miss Barrel Arbor.
OWEN
*Sigh* And today is my birthday.
PANEL 5
A big table, one of the trestle tables seen on page 1, but this one has a large birthday cake in the middle of it filled with candles. All of our favorite carnie characters are around. It’s late at night, to imply this is later, after the day’s show.
ALL
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, OWEN HARDY!
PAGE 12
PANEL 1
Dressed in his dashing tails, top hat, huge mustache, Cesar Magnusson.
CESAR MAGNUSSON
Let this be a special carnie celebration for you. Your first birthday among us … as one of us!
PANEL 2
Goofing off, the clowns flounce past; Leke has on a ridiculous raven haired wig and the metal-slatted Angel wings (obviously pretending to be Francesca) who struts along, head held high, and ignoring Peke who wears a porkpie hat and stumbles along in “Francesca’s” wake, like a mooncalf, while Deke follows, waving a piece of birthday cake on a plate.
DEKE
Happy birthday! Hey, don’t you want your present?
PANEL 3
Francesca laughs at the joke, while Owen looks horribly embarrassed, tries to shrink down into himself, and mutters.
OWEN
I have no idea what that’s all about …
PANEL 4
Still laughing, Francesca stuffs a piece of cake in his face.
FRANCESCA
Yes, you do. Eat your cake.
PANEL 5
Later, Owen has followed Francesca to her tent. They are all alone. She pauses outside.
FRANCESCA
You really have changed things around here, Owen Hardy. I hope we made your birthday special.
PANEL 6
Standing at her tent, she opens the flap, holds it invitingly as she looks at him.
FRANCESCA
Come inside. I have something else for you …
PAGE 13
PANEL 1
THE WATCHMAKER—use the same graphic conceit as in previous issues, a background pattern to show that this is the Watchmaker’s section.
At his desk, the Watchmaker stands holding a piece of paper in his hands, a report. Trick the view so we see that this is a longish sheet of paper, but cannot see the bottom of it. In one or more panels on this page or next, try to show Martin the Dalmatian curled up and motionless on the floor.
CAPTION (WATCHMAKER)
In youth, one might search for riches. In middle age, a man might want power. Now, after two centuries of
FORTUNE TELLER
I am many things … I was one of the Watchmaker’s early experiments.
PANEL 5
Close-up of the Fortune Teller’s withered face, tight in on her eyes, glowing with a strange blue, an evil-looking expression.
FORTUNE TELLER
He was desperate.
PANEL 6
Owen is rapt, looking up at her.
OWEN
Desperate … How can that be? And you’re so old—do you remember the ancient times before the Stability? Before the Watchmaker?
[LINK]
Were they terrible?
PANEL 7
Fortune Teller’s face, eyes closed as if in a sigh, remembering.
FORTUNE TELLER
Oh, yes, I remember those times. But they weren’t all terrible.
FORTUNE TELLER
I wish that I could live it all again.
PANEL 8
Small panel: the windup key runs down.
PAGE 11
PANEL 1
Small panel, close-in, Golson’s taped fist SLAMS into a straw-stuffed sack. We just see the fist and the impact.
SFX
WHAMMM
PANEL 2
Pull back to show full scene, the straw-filled body-sized punching bag, Golson in just his trunks hammering at it, working up a sweat. Owen is standing nearby, watching. Daylight, early morning.
GOLSON
Gotta get pumped up on show day. *Oof* Loosen up before the crowds come in. *Uhh*
PANEL 3
Different angle, Owen watches as Golson continues his workout.
OWEN
You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met, Golson.
GOLSON
You’re strong, too, kid. I can see it, but don’t be afraid of your strength. *Ooof* Don’t be afraid to be strong . Here, let me show you.
PANEL 4
Owen, looking scrawny beside Golson, does his best to hammer the bag, with Golson standing behind him, helping, grinning.
OWEN
You’ve all made me stronger. I feel at home here … Home. Though I do miss Barrel Arbor.
OWEN
*Sigh* And today is my birthday.
PANEL 5
A big table, one of the trestle tables seen on page 1, but this one has a large birthday cake in the middle of it filled with candles. All of our favorite carnie characters are around. It’s late at night, to imply this is later, after the day’s show.
ALL
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, OWEN HARDY!
PAGE 12
PANEL 1
Dressed in his dashing tails, top hat, huge mustache, Cesar Magnusson.
CESAR MAGNUSSON
Let this be a special carnie celebration for you. Your first birthday among us … as one of us!
PANEL 2
Goofing off, the clowns flounce past; Leke has on a ridiculous raven haired wig and the metal-slatted Angel wings (obviously pretending to be Francesca) who struts along, head held high, and ignoring Peke who wears a porkpie hat and stumbles along in “Francesca’s” wake, like a mooncalf, while Deke follows, waving a piece of birthday cake on a plate.
DEKE
Happy birthday! Hey, don’t you want your present?
PANEL 3
Francesca laughs at the joke, while Owen looks horribly embarrassed, tries to shrink down into himself, and mutters.
OWEN
I have no idea what that’s all about …
PANEL 4
Still laughing, Francesca stuffs a piece of cake in his face.
FRANCESCA
Yes, you do. Eat your cake.
PANEL 5
Later, Owen has followed Francesca to her tent. They are all alone. She pauses outside.
FRANCESCA
You really have changed things around here, Owen Hardy. I hope we made your birthday special.
PANEL 6
Standing at her tent, she opens the flap, holds it invitingly as she looks at him.
FRANCESCA
Come inside. I have something else for you …
PAGE 13
PANEL 1
THE WATCHMAKER—use the same graphic conceit as in previous issues, a background pattern to show that this is the Watchmaker’s section.
At his desk, the Watchmaker stands holding a piece of paper in his hands, a report. Trick the view so we see that this is a longish sheet of paper, but cannot see the bottom of it. In one or more panels on this page or next, try to show Martin the Dalmatian curled up and motionless on the floor.
CAPTION (WATCHMAKER)
In youth, one might search for riches. In middle age, a man might want power. Now, after two centuries of
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