Hellrunner... or Bladeboy

For my comics class we had  the choice of three scripts to do a scene from either The Big Lebowski,  Blade-runner or Empire Strikes Back. I chose Bladerunner.
So here is the scene where Leon and Roy visit Chew in his eye laboratory done in as close as I could get to Mike Mignola.

1st- Finished pages

2nd- Ink/Line work

3rd- Rough page layout

4th- Script break down

 SPLASH PAGE

EXT. STREET - NIGHT

A blimp is drifting silently over the city reflected

in an eyeball while we hear the SOUNDS OF THE

STREET.

PAGE 1

The eyeball belongs to BATTY who is standing on

the sidewalk. He resembles a tradition, the gym

instructor, short, cropped hair with the body of a

drill sergeant but the eyes are gray and chilling.

Roy Batty is a presence of force with a lazy, but

acute sense of what goes on around him.

He lowers his attention from the sky to Leon.

Leon approaches him.

BATTY

Did you get your precious photos?

LEON

Somebody was there.

BATTY

Police.

LEON

Just men.

BATTY

Police men.

Leon looks sullen. He doesn't know.

Batty is looking at the storefront across the street,

the one that says HANNIBAL CHEW over the door.

Batty indicates the store to Leon with a head movement.

CUT TO

PAGE 2

INT. CHEW'S SHOP – NIGHT

2.1-Eyes. Nothing but eyes swimming in a thick, clear

solution.

2.2-The eyes are in an aquarium inside Chew's shop.

There are other aquariums and technical equipment.

CHEW himself, wearing a heavy fur coat and gloves is

hunched over a workbench in a pool of light doing

meticulous work with a pair of forceps.

2.3- He is an ancient Asian and his steamy breath and frosty beard

indicate just how cold it is in this sub-zero

laboratory.

2.4- Chew dips the forceps into a vat at his side.

Deep cold!

The forceps and the tiny item in the forceps come out

of the solution frozen solid.

2.5- A SPEAKER on the wall CRACKLES and FARTS STATIC.

WALL SPEAKER

Mr. Chew.

2.6- Chew keeps working.

CHEW

Aaaaaaaannnnn?

- The wall speaker is intermittent.

WALL SPEAKER

... one... URP... wants... to

see you.

Chew continues working.

2.8- CHEW

Busy!

WALL SPEAKER

... talk to you... Nexus Six...

designs.

2.9- Chew frowns and turns from his work disgruntled.

CHEW

Busy!

PAGE 3

3.1- Chew continues working while he mutters in Chinese.

Peace returns, he calms down and works in chilly

silence.

3.2- Then the door opens.

Standing in the doorway is Roy Batty.

Chew gets up fuming.

CHEW

Busy! Busy! You go away! Make

appointment.

Chew bursts into Chinese.

3.3- Batty smiles. You would not want him to smile at you.

Leon enters and closes the door.

CHEW

(apoplectic)

No! No! Cold! Cold! Go away.

3.4- Batty smiles. His coat is already covered with ice.

BATTY

Questions.

CHEW

No! No questions!

3.5- Leon is staring at the floating eyes in an aquarium.

Batty smiles pleasantly and glances at a tank of

deep cold.

3.6- Batty sticks his hand in.

CHEW

(urgently)

No! Cold!

3.7- Batty still smioing, pulls his hand out. It's icy.

Chew looks at Batty's hand and then at his smiling face.

3.8- Chew screams in sudden discovery and outrage.

CHEW

You replicant!

PAGE 4

4.1- We looks at Batty's machine-gun smile, steam pouring

from his nostrils as we hear the shrill, indignant

voice of Chew being outraged.

CHEW'S VOICE (OS)

You illegal. Can't come here!

Illegal.

4.2- Batty is smiling his smokey smile and Chew is pointing

up.

CHEW

You not belong here. Up there!

4.3- BATTY

Fiery the Angels fell... And as they

fell deep thunder rolled around their

shores;

indignant,

burning with the fires of Orc.

4.4- Chew is bug eyed. What is this shit?

Batty reaches out and puts his hands on the collar of

Chews's fur coat.

BATTY

Questions!

4.5- RRRRRIIIIIIPPPP.Batty pulls the coat apart,

PAGE 5

5.1-Chew is suddenly totally scared, totally cold and totally

co-operative.

CHEW

Okay! Answers!

(pointing)

Gimmeee coat! Cold!

5.2- Chew is pointing to the wall pegs where more fur coats

hang.

BATTY

Morphology.. longevity... use life...

incept dates...

5.3- CHEW

(squealing)

I dunno! Dunna that stuff. I do

eyes! Just eyes! Genetic designs,

just eyes!

5.4/5.5/5.6/5.7/5.8- Batty looks around the room at the tank of eyes, the

muscle charts of eyes, the pictures of eyes.

BATTY

Ah! I thought perhaps feet...

hands... muscle tissue.. or..

noses...

5.9- CHEW

(desperate)

Just eyes. Gimee coat, okay?

5.10- Leon is staring into the tank of eyes, trying not to

blink.

The eyes stare back at Leon, unblinkingly, arrogantly.

5.11- BATTY

My eyes..... I guess you designed

them, eh?

5.12- CHEW

You Nexus? I design Nexus eyes.

PAGE 6

6.1/6.2-SMASH! Leon, infuriated by the unblinking eyes, smashes

the tank. the insolent eyes pour out onto the floor.

6.3-Batty smiles and points to his own eyes.

BATTY

Ah, Chew.....

6.5- (squish,squish) The squishes are Batty's feet

stepping in eyeballs as he paces in front of Chew.

6.6- If only you could see the things

I have seen with your eyes.

CHEW

Please! Cc-cc-cold!

6.7- BATTY

(prosecuting attorney)

Questions!

CHEW

D-dunno answers! P-please!

6.8- BATTY

Who does?

PAGE 7

7.1CHEW

Tyro! Knows everything!

BATTY

The Tyrell Corporation?

CHEW

Big boss! Big genius! Design

your brain.

7.2- BATTY

Ah! Smart!

CHEW

V-very cold, p-please....

BATTY

Not an easy man to see, I'd

guess. Security.....

7.3 CHEW

Sebastian take you! Gimmee

coat.

BATTY

And who is Sebastian?

7.4- Chew is blue and hysterical.

- CHEW

J-j-j-j-j F. S-sebastian.

Please.............

- BATTY

Ah! How would I find him...

J.F. Sebastian ?

7.7/ 7.8/ 7.9Chew looks like heart attack city. Is it going to

go on forever?

And now for something completely different.

Over at Apparently Artists...? We're working our way through a practise run of a short comic that was based on a short script I wrote a few years back. We needed something about 4-6 pages long and in my head this script was just that. I ended up having to choose a few moments of dialogue, coupla jokes and an action sequence.

Just for kicks, here's the full script which we might do something with later.

Rain and Buses...

Fade in on a girl standing to the left of a bus stop. Its raining lightly.

Chic [V/O]

I bet if this were in slow motion, this would look real intense. I'd look at that cigarette in the puddle and reflect on cancer or something.

She takes out her phone and looks at it. She then rolls her shoulders, obviously irritated and verging on impatience.

Chic [V/O]

 I'd kill for a coffee.

She takes out a lighter and absently plays with it, lighting it over and over again.

Chic [V/O]

 [I'm sure no one would miss a Welsh man. Or a small Welsh village. Like a fishing village. And it'd be the good kind of coffee, so no lives lost needlessly. Not instant. Hell, I'd take out Texas for a cappuccino.]

She puts the lighter away. She checks her phone again.

Chic [V/O]

Eleven thirty five… depression sets in. I shouldn't be here. I don't know what I'm looking for, when I'm supposed to find it. Fuck, is this even the right stop?

She looks around irritably.

Chic [V/O]

Still got five smokes left, enough change to get back to the base side of the city, a couple of hours before I crash where I stand, two nutria-grain bars, probably have to do this again for the rest of the week if I don't find anything and Luke isn't back for another couple of days. Yeah. Coffee would be good. Texas is gonna burn.

She squints out through the rain to see if the bus is coming yet. She takes in her surroundings to occupy herself for even a minute. She sees a spider in a web, hunched over a cocoon, drinking whatever's inside.

Chic [V/O]

That's the last thing I need. Ominous metaphors.

She leans back into the back of the shelter and rolls to lean more on her right shoulder after wincing slightly and takes out her phone again.

 She begins to call someone under the name "Fable" then hear movement behind her. She cancels the call and slips the phone back into her pocket.

There is now a guy standing at the other end of the shelter. D shakes some rain off his coat. He ruffles his hair as he takes off his hood and looks at Chic C looking at him and smiles.

Chic C smiles back.

They then both stand looking out at the rain.

Chic [V/O]

Finally

She looks at him out of the corner of her eye.

Chic [V/O]

Something at least a little more interesting.

D pulls out a cigarette and pats down his pockets. Chic moves through her pockets like shes looking for her smokes. She turns to D and while pushing some errand hair behind her ear. She walks over to him, keeping an arms length.

Chic-

Sorry, but you wouldn't maybe, possibly, at all have a spare smoke?

D offers the packet with a smile on his face and only one smoke left.

Chic-

I can't take your last one…

D shrugs

Chic-

if you're sure…

D-

gonna get smoked now or later. And I can always get more later.

Chic-

Cheers.

She takes the smoke and lights it.

D [V/O]

Nice

D-

um… could I get a light perchance?

Chic adopts a mock indignant tone

Chic-

Of course not, what kind of girl do you think I am?

Chic gives D her lighter. After the smoke is lit, he absently pockets the lighter.

Chic [V/O]

So far my dude in shining whatever.

D- [V/O]

Real nice

They stand and smoke for a while, trying to look like they're not paying attention to the other. The rain get a little heavier.

D-

Sucks huh? Its been pouring down all week.

After a slightly longer than a comfortable pause passes.

Chic-

Yep. That's the way it goes

D winces slightly

D-

Sorry. I guess its really just one of those things you say…

Chic smiles a little

Chic-

I know. The next time someone says "You wait ages for a bus then three arrive at once", I'm going to wake up a couple of hours later covered in the guys blood.

D laughs

D-

and when the cops are taking your statement, they ask you what happened and you just say "small talk."

Chic-

Then they tell me, "he would have survived the first bus he fell under, but the next two arriving finished him off."

They both laugh for a bit, Then lapse back into silence.

D- [V/O]

She's funny. Need something to talk about. No stupid small talk… c'mon…

Chic looks at him suddenly.

Chic-

Hey, do you still have my lighter?

D-

oh… yeah, shit.

D [V/O]

 Magic time

D displays an empty hand and then with a flick of his fingers the lighter appears. Chic looks impressed.

Chic-

nice one.

D-

Thanks, my grandmother was a voodoo priestess. Taught me the ways of the great beyond.

Chic-

…Voodoo priestess?

D-

 Voodoo priestess.

Chic-

No offence, but… your white.

D-

okay so maybe not voodoo priestess.

Chic-

 what then?

D-

… Internet site about slight of hand…

Chic smiles wolfishly.

Chic-

Is that before or after the cheerleader porn?

D chuckles

D-

Before, of course.

Chic raises an eyebrow

Chic's tone carries an interest in the answer

Chic-

Of course?"

D-

Gotta limber up the wrists.

They both laugh again.

Chic [V/O]

 Potentially potential

D [V/O]

Bullseye

D-

So, what do you do when your not waiting on buses?

Chic [V/O]

what doesn't make a person, it's the who. Too bad. You were doing really well up till now.

Chic gains a note of irritation in her voice.

Chic-

This and that. Mostly That on days like This.

D-

Okay, where bouts do you live? You on campus in the college?

Chic-

After so smoothly evading talking about work, you think I'm going to tell ou where I live? Ease up cowboy. The funny was working.

D [V/O]

Losing it…

D-

I just think your interesting.

Chic-

Spiders are interesting, I'm dark and mysterious.

D-

very dark and mysterious. You learn that in college?

Chic grows visibly weary of the line of questions.

Chic-

I work in a place, I learn stuff somewhere and home is where the head rests. You can fill in the blanks.

D [V/O]

Shit. Fuck. Damn. Crap.

They both lapse back into silence and the rain comes down even heavier, now a boundary around the shelter.

Chic [V/O]

 This obviously isn't what I'm looking for. I should just head back to base and try again tomorrow.

She flicks away the cigarette and without thinking, takes out another and lights it. She freezes after lighting her smoke and sees D looking at her with a considering expression.

D-

You know that trick with the lighter? Well…

D holds up a closed fist then opens it to reveal several glowing spheres that gently levitate out of his hand.

Chic looks at them in amazement. She then turns her attentions to D. she sees his right eye begin to quiver.

Chic stares at it as D's eye falls out and lands in apuddle between them.

They both look down at it and then back up at each other.

D-

Sorry, I really didn't want you to see that.

Chic looks at him in disbelief. The glowing spheres fade out.

Chic-

What…?

D-

look on the bright side. You never really have to know.

D's jaw then dislocates and opens wide to show row upon row of shark-like teeth.

Chic steps back and from the inside pocket of her coat draws out a playing card with her left hand. On the card are a few rune like symbols drawn on it.

She flashes a smile, bites the thumb of her right hand and smears some blood on the card and it begins to smoulder.

D looks very confused.

D-

what…

Chic flicks the card at D's face and it explodes and sends D reeling back

Chic-

Hadokken.

D tenses for a lunge, half his face blown off and underneath where muscle should be, there is grey flesh and where is remaining eye was, there is just a gaping hole.

Chic flicks a hand at him and a number of ice shards fly into D's chest. A crawling frost encases his body.

Chic smashes him with a kick and the pieces fly into the street and rain, already becoming little more than fading red lumps in the water.

Chic takes out her phone and calls number under "Fable" again.

Chic-

I got one on main street. I think it was the one that's been feeding around the college.

The bus pulls up to the stop and opens up the doors and Chic walks on. She walks up the stairs.

Chic-

Next time Sparks gets the graveyard shift.

Chic moves to a seat and sits down with a thick squelching sound. She looks down and winces.

Chic [V/O]

Fucking public transport

END OF LINE.