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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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life, I consider TIME to be the most precious thing.
PANEL 2
A black-uniformed Regulator Captain appears in the workroom, presenting his report. The Watchmaker looks up from his paper (again, we don’t see much of the paper).
GUARD CAPTAIN
Sir, we have dispatched the invitation, as you requested. The Magnusson Carnival Extravaganza has been invited to a special performance in your honor.
WATCHMAKER
Good. See that Chronos Square is prepared.
PANEL 3
Another shot of the Guard and the Watchmaker, waist-high only.
GUARD CAPTAIN
But if I may ask, sir? Why this particular carnival?
WATCHMAKER
The universe has a plan, Captain. It is not yours to understand.
PANEL 4
Pull back to reveal that the paper the Watchmaker is holding is just the end of a LONG printout of paper, like a wide sheet of tickertape, that curls around his desk and trails across the room and off into the corridor, seemingly infinite.
WATCHMAKER
Rest assured that I have reviewed all the details …
GUARD CAPTAIN
All is for the best.
CAPTION (WATCHMAKER)
TIME. Precious time. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
PANEL 5
The Watchmaker looks up, wistful. Around him, instead of the workroom, we see a sepia-toned [or could be black-and-white…even a rosy wash, to distinguish from pp 1-2 of issue 1] flashback of a cute little girl running through a field of flowers, with her young father (the Watchmaker) looking on with an indulgent smile.
CAPTION (WATCHMAKER)
In an early experiment, I used all the secrets of alchemy to keep my dear daughter alive, even when she did not wish it. Every father would have done the same.
CAPTION (WATCHMAKER)
I paid the price. I did not count the cost. I saved her … and I lost her.
CAPTION (WATCHMAKER)
Now she lives, travels with the carnival as a strange and ancient curiosity. I see her when I can.
CAPTION (WATCHMAKER)
She knows I am watching.
PAGE 14
PANEL 1
In his large tower workroom, the old Watchmaker sits at a worktable, hunched over a complicated apparatus. He has a weird multi-lensed contraption strapped to his head as he peers down at the apparatus, using both hands with delicate tools. More tools are arrayed on the table around him. The apparatus is the clockwork heart of one of the Angels.
CAPTION (WATCHMAKER)
Wheels within wheels …
CAPTION (WATCHMAKER)
Only I understand the intricacies and precision required to keep the perfect machinery in motion.
PANEL 2
Close-up, the Watchmaker’s hands working tools, probing inside the Angel’s heart, which is crystalline, filled with gems and tiny watchgears. The Watchmaker’s sleeves go all the way to his wrists. The heart is not glowing, just dead machinery at the moment.
CAPTION (WATCHMAKER)
Sloppy work is the work of chaos.
PANEL 3
Close-up, the Watchmaker’s head in profile, staring intently down at the contraption.
CAPTION (WATCHMAKER)
I make sacrifices. I do what is necessary …
PANEL 4
The Watchmaker reaches up to adjust one of the lenses, bringing a red lens down into place. As he does so, his sleeve slips down his arm, and we can see that his arm is laced with blue-glowing tubes, support struts, clockwork gears. He’s partially a clockwork device, too!
PANEL 5
Fastidious, the Watchmaker tugs the sleeve back down to his wrist to cover up the clockwork.
CAPTION (WATCHMAKER)
… no matter what it does to me.
PANEL 6
He deftly clicks the fragile and beautiful mechanical heart closed.
SFX
Snik
CAPTION (WATCHMAKER)
A truly loving Watchmaker cannot grow complacent.
PAGE 15
PANEL 1
The Watchmaker pours a vial of glowing blue liquid (like what he poured into the back hatch of Martin the dog in issue 1) into an opening in the heart contraption.
CAPTION (WATCHMAKER)
My Angels represent each of the four elements: Light. Sea. Sky. Land.
CAPTION (WATCHMAKER)
Only I control the fifth element. The quintessence. Life .
PANEL 2
The Watchmaker walks up into the clocktower. He holds the glowing, crystalline, jewel-like, throbbing
PANEL 2
A black-uniformed Regulator Captain appears in the workroom, presenting his report. The Watchmaker looks up from his paper (again, we don’t see much of the paper).
GUARD CAPTAIN
Sir, we have dispatched the invitation, as you requested. The Magnusson Carnival Extravaganza has been invited to a special performance in your honor.
WATCHMAKER
Good. See that Chronos Square is prepared.
PANEL 3
Another shot of the Guard and the Watchmaker, waist-high only.
GUARD CAPTAIN
But if I may ask, sir? Why this particular carnival?
WATCHMAKER
The universe has a plan, Captain. It is not yours to understand.
PANEL 4
Pull back to reveal that the paper the Watchmaker is holding is just the end of a LONG printout of paper, like a wide sheet of tickertape, that curls around his desk and trails across the room and off into the corridor, seemingly infinite.
WATCHMAKER
Rest assured that I have reviewed all the details …
GUARD CAPTAIN
All is for the best.
CAPTION (WATCHMAKER)
TIME. Precious time. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
PANEL 5
The Watchmaker looks up, wistful. Around him, instead of the workroom, we see a sepia-toned [or could be black-and-white…even a rosy wash, to distinguish from pp 1-2 of issue 1] flashback of a cute little girl running through a field of flowers, with her young father (the Watchmaker) looking on with an indulgent smile.
CAPTION (WATCHMAKER)
In an early experiment, I used all the secrets of alchemy to keep my dear daughter alive, even when she did not wish it. Every father would have done the same.
CAPTION (WATCHMAKER)
I paid the price. I did not count the cost. I saved her … and I lost her.
CAPTION (WATCHMAKER)
Now she lives, travels with the carnival as a strange and ancient curiosity. I see her when I can.
CAPTION (WATCHMAKER)
She knows I am watching.
PAGE 14
PANEL 1
In his large tower workroom, the old Watchmaker sits at a worktable, hunched over a complicated apparatus. He has a weird multi-lensed contraption strapped to his head as he peers down at the apparatus, using both hands with delicate tools. More tools are arrayed on the table around him. The apparatus is the clockwork heart of one of the Angels.
CAPTION (WATCHMAKER)
Wheels within wheels …
CAPTION (WATCHMAKER)
Only I understand the intricacies and precision required to keep the perfect machinery in motion.
PANEL 2
Close-up, the Watchmaker’s hands working tools, probing inside the Angel’s heart, which is crystalline, filled with gems and tiny watchgears. The Watchmaker’s sleeves go all the way to his wrists. The heart is not glowing, just dead machinery at the moment.
CAPTION (WATCHMAKER)
Sloppy work is the work of chaos.
PANEL 3
Close-up, the Watchmaker’s head in profile, staring intently down at the contraption.
CAPTION (WATCHMAKER)
I make sacrifices. I do what is necessary …
PANEL 4
The Watchmaker reaches up to adjust one of the lenses, bringing a red lens down into place. As he does so, his sleeve slips down his arm, and we can see that his arm is laced with blue-glowing tubes, support struts, clockwork gears. He’s partially a clockwork device, too!
PANEL 5
Fastidious, the Watchmaker tugs the sleeve back down to his wrist to cover up the clockwork.
CAPTION (WATCHMAKER)
… no matter what it does to me.
PANEL 6
He deftly clicks the fragile and beautiful mechanical heart closed.
SFX
Snik
CAPTION (WATCHMAKER)
A truly loving Watchmaker cannot grow complacent.
PAGE 15
PANEL 1
The Watchmaker pours a vial of glowing blue liquid (like what he poured into the back hatch of Martin the dog in issue 1) into an opening in the heart contraption.
CAPTION (WATCHMAKER)
My Angels represent each of the four elements: Light. Sea. Sky. Land.
CAPTION (WATCHMAKER)
Only I control the fifth element. The quintessence. Life .
PANEL 2
The Watchmaker walks up into the clocktower. He holds the glowing, crystalline, jewel-like, throbbing
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