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SUNDOWN #1
COMIC BOOK SERIES
by JEWMANBERG

PAGE 1, 4 PANELS:

Panel 1.

EXT. NEW YORK CITY LANDMARKS – DAY

Banner: New York City.

Panels 2-3.

EXT. CONVENIENCE STORE PARKING LOT - DAY

JACK MITCHELL (34 yo stock trader, pretentious but charming) pulls up in his obnoxious, open-roofed sports car and parks carelessly, taking up two spots.

Panel 4.

Jack, wearing a blue tooth, enters the convenience store, failing to hold open the door for CUSTOMER #1 (female, 45 yo), who is upset.

PAGE 2, 5 PANELS:

Panel 1. INT. CONVENIENCE STORE - DAY

Customer #1 mutters as she opens the door for herself.

CUSTOMER #1

(muttering)

Thanks for holding the door open.

Panel 2. Customer #1, shopping, gives Jack a dirty look as he hands a (clearly marked) ten-dollar bill to CASHIER (Indian, mid-forties). A six-pack of beer and a small bottle of mouthwash are on the counter.

CASHIER

Eight-twenty-seven, sir.

Panel 3. Cashier is distracted, when he notices WORKER (Indian, young) reading a comic book.

CASHIER

(to Worker)

Ello, I'm nawt paying you two read cawmic bookes. Go clean back!

Panel 4.

Worker, annoyed, has put down the comic and is preparing to resume his work. Cashier is addressing Jack.

CASHIER

Sohry, sir. My wife's nephew... any-ow, eight-twenty-seven out of twenty.

CASHIER:

You give me twenty, right?

Panel 5. Close-up on a confident Jack.

JACK

Yep.

PAGE 3, 4 PANELS:

Panel 1. EXT. CONVENIENCE STORE - DAY

STUDENT (African American male, 10 yo), holding a box of candy bars, approaches a pretentious, avuncular Jack, who holds his change and his shopping bag, while returning to his car.

STUDENT

Scuse me, mista. Wudjya like t'purchase a candy bar t'help our basketball team get uniforms?

STUDENT

They only a dolla.

Panel 2. Student smiles and nods his head, as he receives the money.

JACK

Ehh... okay, I'll take one, but only if you promise to stay in school until you get that NBA contract.

Panel 3. Jack walks towards the top of the frame, as he opens the candy bar and puts it in his mouth. The wrapper is falling to the floor. While walking away, Student mutters to himself.

STUDENT

(muttering)

Bougie Douchebag.

Panel 4.

Shot from in front of Jack: He drinks a beer as he aggressively pulls out of the parking lot.

PAGE 4, 5 PANELS:

Panel 1. EXT. STREET - DAY

Jack drives his car.

Panel 2. INT. CAR - DAY

Jack, unbuckled, still wearing his Bluetooth and holding a beer in one hand, while steering with the other, speaks to JESSICA (O.P.) on the phone.

JACK

Hey, Jessica.

JESSICA (O.P.)

(excited, from phone)

Jack! How are you?

JACK

Listen, I'm really, really sorry to do this to you again, but I'm going to have to cancel tonight.

JACK

Can we just get together tomorrow night?

Panel 3.

JESSICA (O.P.)

Again!? Are you seeing someone else, Jack?

JACK

What?! No! I just have to work late uh-gain with the after-hour trading. You know the way it's been ever since I got the promotion.

JESSICA (O.P.)

JESSICA (O.P.)

(small lettering)

Okay... see you tomorrow night.

Panel 4. EXT. STREET - DAY (CONT'D)

Jack, while driving, throws an empty beer can out of his window.

Panel 5. INT. CAR - DAY (CONT'D)

Jack, while driving and drinking another beer, speaks to JASMIN (O.P.) on the phone.

JACK

Jasmine, baby, how are you?

JASMIN (O.P.)

You better not be calling to cancel on me again.

PAGE 5, 5 PANELS:

Panel 1.

JACK

No! I managed to clear everything just for you. See you at eight?

JASMIN (O.P.)

Yeah, eight's fine.

JACK

You gonna wear that thing I gave you tonight?

JASMIN (O.P.)

Tee-hee… I don't know... maybe...

JACK

Maybe?

Panel 2. EXT. STREET - DAY (CONT'D)

Jack, while driving, throws another empty beer can out of his window.

JASMIN (O.P.)

Heh… probably.

Panel 3. INT. CAR - DAY (CONT'D)

Jack, still driving and drinking yet another beer, speaks to DORRIS MITCHELL (his elderly mom) on the phone

JACK

So don't forget, Ma, okay? I'm coming by tomorrow morning before work with all of your prescriptions.

JACK

Make sure Jenny knows.

DORRIS (O.P.)

Thank you, Jackie. You're such a sweet boy.

Panel 4. Fast forward. Jack, while driving, throws yet another empty beer can out of his window.

JACK

And you're sure that you have enough for today…?

Panel 5. Jack, who's drinking another beer, has stopped at a red light. SOLICITOR approaches Jack with a charity can for muscular dystrophy.

SOLICITOR

Excuse me, sir, would you like to help kids with muscular dystrophy?

JACK

Yeah, why not...

PAGE 6, 5 PANELS:

Panel 1.

JACK

(grabbing the ill-gotten money from the cup holder)

My good deed for the day.

Panel 2. Jack hand the ten-dollar bill to Solicitor.

JACK

Here ya' go.

SOLICITOR

Thank you very much, sir.

JACK

Yeah, keep up the good work.

Panel 3. INT. CAR - DAY (CONT'D)

Jack drives and finishes his last beer.

Panel 4. As he approaches an embankment in the distance, Jack tosses the beer can out of his window.

Panel 5. Jack takes a swig from his bottle of mouthwash.

PAGE 7, 5 PANELS:

Panel 1. While maintaining constant speed, he gargles, leans over his convertible and spits.

Panel 2. Returning to his seat, Jack fumbles the bottle of mouthwash.

JACK

Crap!

Panel 3. Jack catches the open bottle as it's about to hit the passenger-side floor.

Panel 4. Jack is muttering, as he returns to his normal seated position; meanwhile, the embankment is closer than Jack realizes.

JACK

(muttering)

That was a close one, Francine.

Panel 5. Close-up on Jack's eyes, now widely opened. He is beyond terrified.

PAGE 8, SPLASH:

The car (Francine) is falling over the embankment, a third of the way down of a twenty-foot drop.

PAGE 9, 2 PANELS:

Panel 1. Pitch black.

Panel 2. INT. HEAVEN - DAY

Many corpses, covered up to their face, lay on two conveyor belts, neither of which moves at the moment. The conveyor belts curve near PROCESSOR DAD (45 y.o.) and his son, PROCESSOR SON (15 yo), who each use a scanner and a monitor to process the corpses (scanning is done via the head of each corpse).

PAGE 10, 5 PANELS:

Panel 1. Processor Dad scans CORPSE #1's head (we can't see whose head).

PROCESSOR DAD

(reading scanner)

Wow.

PROCESSOR SON

What?

PROCESSOR DAD

Level Six.

Panel 2. Son is skeptical. We see that the corpse isn't Jack's.

PROCESSOR SON

Ummm, doubtful?

PROCESSOR DAD

Would I lie to you?

PROCESSOR SON

What's his primary?

Panel 3. Dad reads from his screen. Son rolls his eyes.

PROCESSOR DAD

Made everyone around him better.

PROCESSOR SON

OMG, how original!

PROCESSOR DAD

Don't be jealous just because you've never processed anyone above Level Four.

Panel 4. Processor Dad is pressing on his screen, and CORPSE #1 is sliding around the bend.

Panel 5. Jack Mitchell's corpse moves towards Processor Dad.

PAGE 11, 4 PANELS:

Panel 1. A confused Processor Dad looks at his monitor, as he scans Jack's head.

PROCESSOR DAD

That can't be right.

PROCESSOR DAD

(small lettering)

Run it again.

Panel 2. Processor Dad gets goose bumps as he scans Jack's head and reads from the monitor.

PROCESSOR DAD

No way...

PROCESSOR DAD

Can I borrow your scanner for a second, son?

Panel 3. Processor Son and Processor Dad both watch the monitor, while Dad scans Jack's head for a third time.

Panel 4. They look at each other in amazement.

PAGE 12, 4 PANELS:

Panel 1. EXT. HEAVEN - DAY

Panel 2. Jack, confused, sees a light.

Panel 3. Jack slowly walks into the light and approaches a door.

Panel 4. Jack hesitantly opens the door.

PAGE 13, 5 PANELS:

Panel 1. INT. HEAVENLY INTERROGATION ROOM - DAY

Jack stands in the doorway, while a casual SANAGOR (45 yo, dressed as an attorney from the Fifties), opens his briefcase at the table.

SANAGOR

Come on in, Jack.

Panel 2. A puzzled Jack cautiously approaches.

Panel 3. The door closes.

Panel 4. The door locks itself.

Panel 5. Jack is looking at the door, and his face reveals concern.

SANAGOR (O.P.)

Go on, take a seat.

PAGE 14, 5 PANELS

Panel 1. Jack has taken a seat at the table, across from Sanagor, who's reviewing a file.

SANAGOR

I'm Sanagor, your mouthpiece.

JACK

(muttering to himself)

Mouthpiece?

SANAGOR

Do you have any idea how much hubbub you've inspired 'round these parts?

Panel 2.

JACK

Hubbub? What parts? I don't even know where I am.

JACK

What's going on here?

SANAGOR

That's on account of the drinking and driving, son.

SANAGOR

You got into a real doozy with your automobile, remember?

Panel 3. Close-up of an overly concerned Jack, as he recalls the accident.

JACK

My... my car!

JACK

Francine! Is she okay?

Panel 4. Jack doesn't know what's flying, as Sanagor chuckles away.

SANAGOR

Is the car okay!

SANAGOR

HA!

SANAGOR

That's priceless.

JACK

Hey! Quit laughing!

Panel 5. Sanagor regains his composure.

SANAGOR

I'm sorry, son…

PAGE 15, 7 PANELS:

Panel 1.

SANAGOR

It was a bad wreck.

SANAGOR

The car's totaled, but that's the least of your problems right about now.

Panel 2. Jack thinks about the situation.

Panel 3. Just Jack.

JACK

Did the market crash, too?

Panel 4. Just Sanagor, who's shaking his head.

SANAGOR

This is what happens when you die while driving drunk.

Panel 5. Jack's eyes widen.

Panel 6.

SANAGOR

Son, the woozies'll pass momentarily, but this here is the afterlife, and I'm going to be negotiating your case for you.

Panel 7. A teary-eyed Jack.

JACK

I'm... I'm dead?

PAGE 16, 8 PANELS:

Panel 1. Jack is confused.

SANAGOR

Something like that... you're kind of an exceptional case, young man.

SANAGOR

One of a kind.

JACK

Uh, thanks... how am I... are you sure that you have the right guy?

Panel 2. Just Sanagor.

SANAGOR

Son, every time someone makes the journey through, our processors scan the bodies for good and bad, credits and debts.

SANAGOR

You got more of the good stuff, you go to a good place. You got more of the bad, well...

Panel 3.

JACK

So... how'd I do?

SANAGOR

Do you have any idea how fortunate you are to have given that fella those ten dollars?

JACK

What... oh, the guy on the highway?

Panel 4. Just Sanagor.

SANAGOR

That's what evened out your good and bad deeds.

Panel 5. Just Jack.

JACK

Evened... they're exactlyeven?

Panel 6.

SANAGOR

First time it's ever happened.

SANAGOR

Most interesting case I've ever seen in my... afterlife.

Panel 7. Just a concerned Jack.

JACK

So if I wouldn't have given the ten bucks...

Panel 8. Just Sanagor.

SANAGOR

Yesiree.

PAGE 17, 5 PANELS:

Panel 1. Sanagor interrupts Jack.

JACK

Holy-

SANAGOR

Easy there, Jack.

JACK

I was going to say cow.

SANAGOR

I'm sure you were.

Panel 2. Jack notices that KATAGOR (also a lawyer from the Fifties), holding a briefcase, enters through the back door.

JACK

Expecting company?

Panel 3.

Katagor and Sanagor hug.

SANAGOR

Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle.

Panel 4. Sanagor makes the introduction.

SANAGOR

Jack, this is Katagor, we worked at the same law firm a lifetime ago.

Panel 5.

Katagor has taken a seat at the head of the table, and is opening his briefcase.

KATAGOR

Everyone is going bonkers out there.

SANAGOR

Well, I'm sure that all of us can work towards some sort of equitable solution here…

PAGE 18, 7 PANELS:

Panel 1. Jack pleads.

KATAGOR

I have to tell you, Sanagor, the Big Man is not happy with your boy here.

JACK

Me? What'd I do?

KATAGOR

Almost nothing, Mr. Mitchell... despite all that you were given to work with.

Panel 2. Just a speechless, mildly contrite Jack.

Panel 3.

KATAGOR

So much squandered potential... you have no idea what you could've been.

Panel 4. Jack gulps.

Panel 5.

SANAGOR

But, Katagor, the bottom line is that he still came up even.

SANAGOR

There has to be some wiggle room here.

KATAGOR

There really isn't, Sanagor.

Panel 6. Jack watches Katagor hand Sanagor a document.

KATAGOR

My hands are tried.

Panel 7. Only Sanagor. He experiences goose bumps as he reads the document.

PAGE 19, 7 PANELS:

Panel 1.

SANAGOR

Jack... we have two options here.

JACK

Okay... what's option number one?

SANAGOR

Eternal limbo?

Panel 2. Jack reacts poorly.

JACK

Eternal limbo!?

KATAGOR

Mr. Mitchell, your merits dictate that you don't exactly belong upstairs or downstairs...

KATAGOR

It wouldn't be bad... it just wouldn't be good.

Panel 3. Jack remains anxious.

JACK

Forever?!

KATAGOR

Not necessarily... there is a special lottery every weekend.

Panel 4. Just Jack, who is indicating hope.

JACK

Oh... okay, so there's a chance that...

Panel 5.

Katagor and Sanagor burst out in laughter. Jack is angry.

SANAGOR

A lottery! You're a riot, Katagor!

JACK

Hey... hey! That's not funny!

Panel 6.

KATAGOR

I'm sorry, you're right… but the sentence would be forever.

SANAGOR

(to Katagor)

But Jack would still be eligible for the standard early parole on good behavior, right?

KATAGOR

Yes, of course.

JACK

Oh... okay, why didn't you say that in the first place. Scared me half to...

Panel 7.

Katagor and Sanagor burst out in laughter.

PAGE 20, 7 PANELS:

Panel 1. Jack is angry. Sanagor is reading the document.

JACK

Alright! Enough already!

JACK

Just tell me the other choice.

SANAGOR

Wow... unbelievable how he comes up with this stuff.

KATAGOR

Best writer in the world.

Panel 2. Jack is anxious.

JACK

C'mon already!

SANAGOR

Sorry, son.

SANAGOR

Well, basically, you'd be sent back down.

Panel 3. Just a relieved Jack.

JACK

Oh... great. That's great!

Panel 4. Jack indicates concern and a modicum of confusion.

SANAGOR

Wasn't quite finished there, Jack.

SANAGOR

You'd have to live every day for The Big Man from now on.

Panel 5. Jack listens intently. Sanagor isn't in the panel.

KATAGOR

You squandered away a lifetime of opportunities, Mr. Mitchell.

KATAGOR

You wasted your days on deceit and debauchery. From now on, every day would need to be accounted for.

Panel 6. Just Katagor.

KATAGOR

Every night at sundown you'd be given a mission, one which corresponds to a prior substantive failure on your part...

KATAGOR

And you'd need to complete the mission by the following sundown.

Panel 7. Just Jack.

JACK

And... and if I do that?

JACK

If I complete the mission?

PAGE 21, 8 PANELS:

Panel 1.

KATAGOR

Then you get another day... and another mission.

Panel 2.

JACK

And if I fail?

Panel 3.

KATAGOR

Then that's it.

Panel 4. A frightened Jack.

JACK

That's it?

Panel 5.

KATAGOR

Jack Mitchell will cease to exist.

Panel 6.

Jack thinks about it.

Panel 7.

The magnitude of the situation begins to dawn on Jack in earnest.

Panel 8.

Jack has put his head down and covered his eyes. Sanagor, waiting, empathizes with Jack. Katagor remains even-keeled.

PAGE 22, 6 PANELS:

Panel 1. Jacks head is still down.

SANAGOR

(to Katagor)

Katagor... what if Jack completes all of his missions...

KATAGOR

…if he makes amends for every wrong?

Panel 2.

Katagor is impressed by the question.

Panel 3.

Katagor searches for an answer on another document.

Panel 4.

KATAGOR

Nothing was specified.

SANAGOR

Well, then we do have a bit of discretion here, correct?

SANAGOR

I think that if Jack accomplishes the goal, as lofty as it may be, he should get to write his own ticket.

Panel 5. Just Katagor

KATAGOR

I... yes, that seems fair.

KATAGOR

Yes, we'll make that part of the deal.

Panel 6. Everyone is on-panel, as Jack, teary eyed, looks up.

PAGE 23, SPLASH: Tight on Jack.

JACK

I'll do it.