GLOBAL FREQUENCY #1
Written by WARREN ELLIS
Illustrated by GARRY LEACH
Colors by DAVID BARON
Cover and logo by BRIAN WOOD
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
On Page 84 of PREVIEWS
All material herein © and ™ WARREN ELLIS, 2002.
GLOBAL FREQUENCY created by Warren Ellis.
This material supplied for review only.
Fonte: http://www.warrenellis.com * http://www.globalfrequency.org
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”
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?
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…
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.
Close up: his thumb hitting the button on the phone that has the GLOBAL FREQUENCY SYMBOL on it.
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.
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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
CUT TO: A GLOBAL FREQUENCY CELLPHONE going off on a hotel room’s bedside table (it lights up). Dark.
ALLY FITZGERALD answers it, flicking the bedside lamp on.
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.
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.
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.
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.
And suddenly Janos MOVES – strikes John hard in the chest with the flat of his hand, banging John backwards with huge force –
Clambers up, backhanding the woman –
-- gets into her car –
-- tears off in a hell of smoke and rubber.
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?
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?
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.
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.
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