Jack's Phantom Limb - 13 issue comic script
PAGE ONE - FIVE PANELS
We see a narrow bathroom stall from the inside, JAMIE sitting on the toilet with her plain jeans just down past her knees. She is wearing a short-sleeved turtleneck and a delicate gold crucifix necklace. Her dark hair is in a mom-styled pixie cut with bangs swept to hide her forehead wrinkles. She’s staring straight at us, blankly. She appears to be in her early forties, but there are faint hints of circles under her eyes. On the wall of the stall is a poster advertising “Applegarden’s Appletini Wednesdays!” and “Never-ending artichoke dip” NARRATION (Jamie): I read in an issue of Family Foundations that psychologists have discredited the Kübler-Ross model for the stages of grief.
Jesse reaches forward, towards us, her crucifix swinging forward a bit, her hand and face above her chin disappearing in the foreground. SFX: rummage
NARRATION (Jamie): I can get behind the denial--I lived it for years. The depression, well.
When she leans back, her hand back in the panel, it is holding a small airplane bottle of Jilby’s Gin.
PANEL FOUR: Jamie holds the small bottle in between her bare knees and struggles to remove her wedding ring from her left hand.
NARRATION: And I’m beginning to believe that, rather than a stage, acceptance is a choice.
PANEL FIVE Profile of Jamie standing, holding out the ring, over the toilet, ready to drop it. She’s not looking at it though. Instead, her head is arched back and she’s finishing off the bottle of gin.
PAGE 2--five panels
Her hand lowers, ring still in it.
PANEL TWO Lower half of her body, turned away from the toilet, her hand tucking her ring into her high-waisted jeans pocket.
PANEL THREE Jamie stares in the mirror, washing her hands.
PANEL FOUR She taps gently at the circles under her eyes with her fourth fingers.
NARRATION (Jaimie): But who has time to mourn the loss of dignity and pride? Other people have lost far more.
PANEL FIVE Reflected in the mirror, she’s opened the bathroom door and is leaving with her purse on her shoulder. Her crucifix glints a little in the reflection.
PAGE THREE -SIX PANELS
PANEL 1 High, wide shot of Applegarden’s family restaurant interior. The tables are full and servers are running around. In the corner to the left is the entrance with people standing around, waiting for their table to be called.
Jamie slides past a waitress carrying a giant tray covered with chicken ceasar salads and super weak margaritas.
A middle aged white man (FRANK) with a short, groomed beard is sitting on a bench, a group of college-age kids to his right and the door to his left. He’s looking at his phone.
Jamie stands in front of him, looking around, a vague smile on her face. He’s still looking at his phone.
JAMIE: Frank, where’s Emi?
FRANK: Parking lot. Some people from a band she likes were here. She practically sprinted out to talk to them. John’s Ghost, or something?
Jamie looks at Frank and fingers her crucifix.
JAMIE: It’s her last dinner night with us, though. And they should be calling our table any minute...
Frank says nothing, absorbed in his phone. Jamie is walking away, towards the door.
JAMIE: I’ll go get her.
PAGE FOUR -FOUR PANELS
Jamie is walking away from the AppleGarden doors, out into the parking lot, looking around.
Jamie spots Emi, talking to three band members (Bart, Jules, and Val) next to a van while Jack leans against a car across from them, Cem at his side. Jack and Cem are closest to Jamie. Jack is lighting a cigarette.
A front view of Jamie, calling out to Emi. Behind her is something streaking through the sky towards the ground.
JAMIE: Emi, it’s time for--
Half-page panel. An explosion of dirt and fire thunder out from behind Jamie as a meteor slams into the family restaurant
PAGE FIVE -TWO PANELS
Half-page panel. The impact blows Jamie forward, along with Jack (clutching the lighter) and Cem, and pushes the other four against the van. Cars are tilted onto two wheels. Debris is flung everywhere away from the center of impact and heavy dust is thrown into the air.
panel of black.
Wide panel of black with licking/whining sound effects only.
SFX: Ssslllllppp. Liiiiiiick.
PAGE SIX -SIX PANELS
The side of Jamie’s face is being licked by a long tongue.
Jamie cracks an eye open, squinting. There’s a bit of blood running down by it. A second tongue is licking the other side of her face now.
Jamie pushes herself up onto her elbows, hand to her head.
SFX: puppy whining
Jamie’s eyes widen.
We see the puppy, full on. It appears to look like a normal golden labrador, except that its head is a morph of two heads melded together, and at the top of its two heads is a small nub of a horn.
PAGE SEVEN -FIVE PANELS
Jamie pops fully up to sitting position. Jack also dizzedly sitting up, the puppy between them.
Jamie crawls backwards away from the puppy, looking around.
JAMIE: Emi!? Emi! Where are you? EMI (off-panel): Ugh. I’m here, Mom.
Jack stands up, dusting himself off, looking around.
JACK: What the hell happened? You dudes okay?
Jack sees the puppy.
PUPPY: *whine* JACK: What the £[email protected] is that tha—
View from the front, looking up from Jamie’s POV. Jack is lifted a bit off his feet, blood spurting out as he’s gored through the middle with a single, long, spiraled horn. Jack’s eyes are wide as disks. Semi-visible under and behind him are the large legs and paws of a giant dog.
PAGE EIGHT -SIX PANELS
PANEL 1 Jack is raised in the air more and shook, skewered on the horn, to the left and right. Blood is gurgling out of his mouth, some landing on Jamie’s shoes.
Jack is tossed off the horn to the side.
Jack lands on the ground, moaning.
Three more large dogs jump onto Jack, tearing at him in a dog pile we can't see around.
Jack’s right arm is ripped off, lighter still in his hand, and flies outside of the pack of dogs…
...landing just before Jamie’s feet, splattering more blood on her.
PAGE NINE -FIVE PANELS
Profile view of Jamie still on the ground in the foreground, Cem’s legs running into panel visible behind her.
Cem, running, bends down and snatches up Jack’s arm.
Cem runs towards the pack of dogs, brandishing the arm over his head.
BART (off-panel): Cem! Jules, get the van!
Cem, holding Jack’s arm like a baseball bat at the wrist, starts hitting the back of a dog.
The dog looks back and snarls at Cem.