Sins of the Innocent Issue 1

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This is the copyrighted script for the first issue of Sins that me and my brother sent to Epic.
PAGE#1

Panel: 1
An over weight balding man in a wife beater is sitting in his living room in a recliner. The room is dirty and gray with dishes and clothes everywhere even on the TV.

Father: Look at this place it’s a fucking hole. I told you to clean you little bitch. Do
you want me to yell at you, do you like when I scream?

Teenage Girl (off panel): I’m sorry dad but I had to do homework.

Panel: 2
The father is getting out of the recliner and walking toward his daughter.

Father: No, that’s not an excuse. You’re just lazy like that whore of a mother.

Teenage Girl: Don’t talk about mom like that.

Father: She didn’t love you. If she did then she wouldn’t have fucked half of this shit-hole town.

Panel: 3
The father is getting in his daughters face who is now crying.

Teenage Girl: She did so love me.

Father: You’re going to grow up to be a diseased whore just like her. Why don’t
you start fucking every guy you meet? I mean you have no future any way.
The sooner you start the better; you can beat all your slut friends to the
punch.

Panel: 4
Side shot of the teenage girl walking up stairs as the father watches.

Teenage Girl: I’m not a whore.

Father: Not now but that’s where you’re headed.

Teenage Girl: Just leave me alone.

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PAGE#2

Panel: 1
The father sitting back in his chair changing channels on the TV.

Anchorwoman: Today fighting broke out in New York City. Every thing started--

Panel: 2
To one side there will be all the dialogue. On the other side will be the anchorwoman and some pictures of what’s happening in the dialogue.

Anchorwoman: --when NYPD was called on a case of domestic abuse. The abuser turned out to be Rasid Al’Farooque, he is suspected of being the Sudanian drug-lord known only as the Candyman. The police arrested Al’Farooque and took him in for questioning. The police station was fire bombed by Al’Farooque’s men and he escaped during the confusion. NYPD SWAT invaded Al’Farooque’s nightclub at 5 o’ clock and a war broke out as police offices started shooting as soon as they entered. Al’Farooque’s men retaliated by firing back. At this time there is no official death toll but is thought to be--

Panel: 3
The father is walking up the stairs. The TV can be seen in the back round.

Teenage Girl (off panel): Get away from me. Just leave me alone.

Anchorwoman: --some where around 50. It is known that Al’Farooque is among them.


PAGE#3

Panel: 1
The father coming into the daughter’s room. The room has a window also show a baseball bat lying around somewhere.

Father: You need to be punished and you know how.

Teenage Girl: No, It’s wrong.

Father: How is it wrong?

Teenage Girl: In school we were talking about things like that and the teacher said it is wrong and illegal.

Panel: 2
The father starts touching the girl.

Father: They’re the ones who are wrong. Teachers are fucking morons who only know what they are doing because of their damn books.

Panel: 3
She bites him.

Panel: 4
The father grabs her.

Father: Don’t you love me any more

Panel: 5
He slaps her.

Father: It hurts me that you reject my love. You need to be taught a lesson.

Panel: 6
He forces his daughter into a wall.

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PAGE#4

Full page shot.

Outside on the street starring up at the room dressed as the vigilante Dan Darsow is cloaked in shadows.

Over the shoulder shot of Darsow looking up at the window in the room. In the window we can see the father and daughter fighting.

Darsow (narrated): Violence, The language of the ignorant, the way of least
resistant.

People think violence breaks others and makes them weak.

Only it makes them stronger.

The abuser can become the abused in a blink of an eye.

I can see the outcome of this night right now.

Why do the innocent use violence, it only makes you tainted with blood,--

--a taint that can never go away.

PAGE#5

Panel: 1
The father tosses his daughter to the floor by the baseball bat.

Panel: 2
He gets on top of her and starts to hit her.

Father: Nobody loves you but me. So, Let daddy love you.

Panel: 3
The daughter grabs the baseball bat that is lying near by.

Panel: 4
She strikes her father on the side of his head.

Panel: 5
She gets up and her father screams but she continues beating him.

Father: AAAAHHHHH!!!

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PAGE#6

Panel: 1
Close up of the fathers face. Bloods coming out of his nose and one of his eyes is swelled up.

Panel: 2
The daughter hits him again.

Panel: 3
Close up of the fathers face. Blood is now gushing out of is nose and one of his eyes is swelling up

Panel: 4
Once more the daughter hits him.

Panel: 5
Same as panel three, but you can’t even recognize him. Need less to say he’s dead.

Panel: 6
Close up of the daughter crying.

PAGE#7

Four equal sized page long panels.

Panel: 1
Exterior shot of a hospital in the day time.

Panel: 2
Dr. Light and Dr. Darsow are sitting in a break room at the hospital. Light is eating a sandwich with a can of soda and Darsow is looking over some paperwork, they both are wearing scrubs.

Light: You still have those head aches?

Darsow: Yeah, but mostly at night.

Panel: 3
Same as last.

Darsow: Any interesting patients come in last night Light?

Light: You’re kidding me right? With the bloodbath that happened yesterday the ER was packed.

Panel: 4
Darsow is now looking up at Light.

Darsow: So, just a lot of bullet wounds and stabbings?

PAGE#8

Panel: 1
Now Light is looking up as well.

Light: Burn victims too. Those fucking drug dealers lit half of Hell’s Kitchen on
fire. Haven’t you been watching the news?

Darsow: So sue me I was out of town all day yesterday. Fill me in on all the shit
that happened.

Panel: 2
Close up of Light.

Light: They arrested the Candyman yesterday for domestic abuse. His gang
didn’t like that so they fire bombed the police station he was at. They got him out of there but they didn’t plan ahead very well. The assholes brought him to his nightclub. The cops are so pissed they storm his club and killed every one in side.

Panel: 3
Tight on Darsow with a look of disbelief.

Light (off panel): They came right as a wet t-shirt contest was going on. So, college students and broads in soaked shirt are getting blown away by the god damn NYPD. Candyman is trapped in the building. His men are fighting the cops, while he tries to escape.

Panel: 4
Zoom back out so we can see Darsow and Light.

Light: He gets out unharmed and runs across the street. The moron gets half way cross and BAM gets nailed by a speeding police car.

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PAGE#9

Four equal sized page long panels.

Panel: 1
Darsow is looking over at Light who is eating some of his sandwich.

Darsow: How about the fire.

Light: Al’Farooque’s men in Hell’s Kitchen started fires these to draw away police
from Manhattan.

Panel: 2
Light is now looking back at Darsow with a mouth full of food.

Darsow: So, nothing interesting or strange happened?

Light: What is it with you and strange deaths and attacks?

Panel: 3
Darsow scratching his head while Light is picking up the soda can to take a drink.

Darsow: Just morbid curiosity.

Light: Ok you sick-o there was one case for your strange death file. A father was
killed by his daughter with a fucking baseball bat. She said he raped her since she was seven.

Panel: 4
Darsow is looking back down at the pages and Light is eating more of his sandwich.

Darsow: That’s some pretty fucked up shit.

Light: What do you expect; we’re living in the murder capital of the world for
Christ’s sake. A week ago some guy was in here with a stab wound from his own protruding bone. On top of that he said some guy in a mask did it to him after he robbed a woman.

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PAGE#10

Four equal sized page long panels.

Panel: 1
Same as the last panel on page#9.

Darsow: Do you still think there is some kind of bogyman killing criminals?

Panel: 2
Light looking over to Darsow with a look of what do you mean.

Panel: 3
Light and Darsow are looking at each other.

Light: Come on Darsow there have been at least fifteen different people in here telling doctors some freak in a mask attacked them.

Darsow: They’re just high or something. What kind of guy goes around playing superhero? This isn’t a comic book.

Panel: 4
Light is done eating but there’s still some of the sandwich left. Darsow is pointing at Light’s plate.

Darsow: Are you going to finish that?

PAGE#11 & 12

Double page spread. Three equal sized almost page long panels. Panels one and three will overlap panel two.

Panel: 1
The space will be on the right hand side of the page. Shot of New York City skyline in the day with the sun shining bright.

Darsow (narrated): New York, city of the uncaring.

If a man gets shoot in the middle of Times Square does anyone care?

No, They just go on with their pathetic lives. Telling themselves nothing bad happens and believing that lie.

The police are suppose to service and protect the citizens of this fair metropolis. They protect them, but with violence worst then any criminal.


Panel: 2
This time the space will be on the left. Same shot but this time it will be dusk.

Darsow (narrated): It wasn’t always like that.

One time the police could be trusted to help you. But, Crime thought otherwise. The population of criminals exploded in the late 90’s.

They were a brash and bold lot. They murdered cop, robbed cops, raped cops, and destroyed police stations.

So, The cops became what they fought, criminals. They started brutally killing any lawbreakers they found.

This didn’t stop crime at all; all it did was make it worse.

Panel: 3
The space will be on the right. Same shot but this time it will be at night with lights on in most of the buildings.

Darsow (narrated): The only thing keeping the violence going down the
road to destruction is one man.

The commissioner of police, he lets the cops kill and violate laws. He
loves power and will break every law to keep it.

He basically runs this hellhole of a city. The cops want to go on a crusade to kill the very heart of crime. He knows as long as he backs their quest he will remain in power.

For the city to heal he must die.

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PAGE#13

Panel: 1
A Ho standing on a street corner at night

Panel: 2
Same but her pimp walks in to the panel. He has the coat, the hat and platinum.

Pimp: Bitch, You’ve been holding out on me. Haven’t you?

Panel: 3
Same but the pimp is half way to the Ho.

Ho: No, Charles, I’d never do some thing like that to you.

Pimp: Some of my boys said they saw you turning tricks on your own time.

Panel: 4
Same but the pimp is right next to the Ho.

Ho: They’re lying, you have to believe me.

PAGE#14

Panel: 1
Close up of the pimp.

Pimp: I believe you.

Panel: 2
The pimp brandishes a knife.

Pimp: But, My knife doesn’t.

Panel: 3
He slashes her across the face.

Ho: AAAHHHH!!!

Panel: 4
The pimp is standing over the Ho as she lays on the ground holding her face. Blood is dripping from her hands.

Pimp: Now look what you made me do bitch. Be glad most of the johns aren’t
interested in your looks: just the looseness of your cunt.

Panel: 5
She gets up and run away down the street.

Panel: 6
She runs in to Darsow dressed as the vigilante. She is looking up at him as if she saw a ghost.

Darsow: You shouldn’t let him treat you like that.

PAGE#15

Panel: 1
Darsow puts his hands on the Ho’s shoulders.

Ho: What do you care? Now just leave me alone.

Darsow: That’s wasn’t the first time he hurt you or the last.

Panel: 2
She jumps back away from Darsow.

Ho: Get the fuck away from me.

Panel: 3
Close up of Darsow.

Darsow: Last month a john wouldn’t pay. You told Charles that and he punched you in the stomach. He said you should have known that he wasn’t the
paying type.

Panel: 4
Close up of the Ho looking shocked.

Ho: How…..how do you know that?

Panel: 5
She backs away even farther from Darsow.

Darsow: I have a gift that lets me see things. Things that have happened and
things yet to come.

Ho: Are you some kind of psychic?

Darsow: Sleep in tomorrow.

Ho: What do you mean by that?

Panel: 6
Close up of Darsow.

Darsow: You’ll be unemployed.

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PAGE#16

Panel: 1
The pimp walking thru a dark alley.

Darsow (off panel): Woman are objects to you. You own them like many own
cars. To them you’re god. You decide whither they live or die.

Panel: 2
Same but the pimps looking around trying to find where the voice is coming from.

Darsow (off panel): You profit from the domination of others. In the cosmic
scheme of things you’re just a speck of dust.

Panel: 3
Close up of the pimp looking pretty mad.

Pimp: I don’t know who the fuck you are, but you’ll be one dead fool for messing
with me.

Panel: 4
The pimp takes out a gun

Darsow (off panel): That gun will be your death.

Panel: 5
Same as panel two, but now the pimp is waving his gun in the air.

Pimp: I think you got that Backwards. This here gun is going to splatter your
brains. No fucking person on this plant messes with me and gets away
with it.

PAGE#17

Panel: 1
Darsow runs out from behind the pimp and grabs his arm with the gun.

Panel: 2
He breaks the pimp’s arm.

Panel: 3
He forces the gun to the pimp’s head.

Panel: 4
Darsow pulls the trigger.

Panel: 5
The pimp falls dead to the ground

Panel: 6
Darsow walks away.

PAGE#18

Panel: 1
Shot of a TV in a store front. The news is on the TV. It’s daylight.

Anchorwoman: Police commissioner Ray Draclock will attend tonight’s world
peace summit to discuss riot control problems. In lesser news, the body of
the mayor was found and appears too been raped.

Panel: 2
We zoom out to see that Darsow is walking down the street tours us.

Darsow (to himself): The pills seam to help stop the headaches. Or, maybe the
more times I read minds the less it hurts. The first time almost killed me. If
I was a normal person that would have been a sign to stop.

Panel: 3
Same but Darsow is just a little bit closer to us.

Darsow (to himself): I was so intrigued to know what people were really like. I
wish I never knew. People put on facades to mask their true selves.

Panel: 4
A business man dressed in a three-piece suit holding a briefcase and talking on a cell phone walks by Darsow.

Darsow (to himself): That man looks like some kind of business man.

Panel: 5
Shot of the business man walking tours us.

Darsow (narrated): I mean he must be, because he’s carrying a briefcase,
dressed in an expensive three-piece suit and talking on a cell phone.

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PAGE#19

Panel: 1
Shot of the business man walking away from us.

Darsow (narrated): But, I know better then most people. He is a mob hit man talking about a kill. The briefcase holds a sniper rifle that is destined to kill a Canadian drug kingpin.

Panel: 2
Darsow walks past a couple across the street sitting at a bus stop. They are holding hands and looking at one and other.

Darsow (to himself): The couple across the street looks happy and to all the world they are.

Panel: 3
Shot of the couple.

Darsow (narrated): Of course I don’t know how happy a marriage can be when
the husband secretly fucks their neighbor ever time she leaves for work.

Panel: 4
Darsow walking away from us.

Darsow (to himself): I wish I could forget everything I’ve seen in their minds.

Panel: 5
Darsow’s looking up to the sky.

Darsow (to himself): If there is a god strike me dead. Because, for all the sins I
have committed I can never be forgiven.

PAGE#20

You don’t see Draclock’s whole face in till page#22.

Panel: 1
Page long panel that takes up ¼ the page.

A big warehouse at twilight.

Panel: 2
Inside is an acre of marijuana growing. Worker are all around working on it. High above on a catwalk Draclock and Quad one of Draclock’s henchmen are talking.

Robert Quad: Mr. Draclock the weed will be ready to harvest next week.

PAGE#21

Panel: 1
Zoom in on the catwalk.

Draclock: Good, This batch should supply those stoned idiots with all the weed
they’ll need for months. My men need some thing to do since Rasid’s
death.

Panel: 2
Zoom in closer.

Draclock: The drug rate has been going down. Yesterday only twenty-one drug
related arrests or deaths. That’s the lowest this year.

Quad: Sir, Won’t any one suspect some thing when ten tons of reefer hits the
street all at once?

Panel: 3
Zoom in closer.

Draclock: How will they? When I’m having it shipped to Mexico first and have it
come back into the city at a hundred different shipments over the course
of five months.

Panel: 4
Close up of Quad

Quad: Who will be responsible for the drugs coming in since Rasid was your man?

Panel: 5
Draclock is fixing his tie.

Does it really matter?

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PAGE#22

Full page shot

Power shot of Draclock coming out of the shadows.

Draclock: I can make a new drug lord. Any street dealer can become the next
Candyman. In this day and age drug lords aren’t self-made men: they are
molded by people like me.