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Belle of the
Ball

Shooting
Script 1st Draft

10
January 2006

By
E. E. Nalley

Prologue

Exterior Angle: Dawn, Long shot
of Ft. Leavenworth Federal Penitentiary

Camera slowly pans over the jumble
of heavy concrete buildings, many without windows, all encased by a thick fence
of razor sharp concertina wire. Across
the bottom of the frame, in white letters flashes:

Ft.
Leavenworth Federal Penitentiary:

Paranormal
Wing

Dissolve to:

Interior Angle: Dawn, a long
corridor shot inside the prison.

Camera trucks behind the swirling
cape of SOVEREIGN as he walks through the halls. We can tell that something is amiss as the
GUARDS he passes greet him and continue about their business. SOVEREIGN arrives as a cell numbered:

326-3827

A casual gesture from SOVEREIGN is
sufficient for the door open revealing a thin, sullen looking man with deep
set, evil eyes of banana yellow. His
rough, course brown hair is unkempt and he seems he has not slept in weeks. He is dressed in an orange prison
jumper. His eyes move to the figure of
SOVEREIGN in his doorway and we see him start in surprise.

SOVEREIGN (Out of Frame)

Happy
Birthday, Simon.

SOVEREIGN drops a cake into frame
to the floor, on it is the representation of a stork flying out of the bars of
a prison. SIMON smirks at SOVEREIGN,
still out of frame.

SIMON

What
happened to Joey?

Interior Angle: Dawn, Ft.
Leavenworth Corridor

We see SOVEREIGN for the first
time, back light by the harsh florescent tubes over head, casting him into
shadow. We can see he is wearing an
outfit that is high collared with billowed sleeves in a Renaissance
style. Over this were pantaloons under high black boots there were
polished to a mirrored shine. His jet black hair fell loose to about his
shoulders, held by a circlet of spun gold with the biggest ruby we’ve seen as
the focal point between his piercing black eyes

SOVEREIGN:

Your
jailer had an argument with his dinner that he lost. He’ll be fine, don’t worry, and back to
torment you in a few hours, unless you consider my offer.

Interior Angle: Dawn, Ft.
Leavenworth cell 326-3827

SIMON considers this for a moment,
his glance going between the cake and back up to SOVEREIGN.

SIMON:

Why
should I work for you? I’m not one of
your normal thugs, and I could care less for your political ambitions.

SOVERIEGN: (Out of Frame)

Because;
if you work for me, you get to play with the best toys again.

Interior Angle: Dawn, Ft.
Leavenworth cell 326-3827

SIMON smiles up at the camera, a
cold, cruel smile.

SIMON:

Toys? What kind of Toys?

Interior Angle: Dawn Ft.
Leavenworth corridor

SOVEREIGN smiles at the camera, the
smile of a man who’s gotten what he wants.

CUT

SCENE ONE

Exterior Angle: Day. The Streets of Atlanta

A news helicopter is warily
circling a melee of epic proportions below.
The PILOT only just manages to dodge a car that is flung up from the
streets, hurled by POWERBALL, a 10 foot tall behemoth of a man that is easily
fighting the bulk of the Stone Mountain Irregulars. On a rooftop, nearly out of frame, the gold
and purple form of SOVEREIGN can be seen, serenely taking in the battle
below.

JIM (Voice Over)

When
I imagine my perfect life, it’s never like this.

(Beat)

In
fact, it’s never even close to this.

Exterior Angle: Day. The Streets of Atlanta

The AMERICAN EAGLE swoops around
the blind side of POWERBALL and shoots a wrist rocket that explodes into a net,
engulfing him for a few short seconds before POWERBALL breaks free.

JIM (Voice Over)

Not
that waking up in a hospital should be high on anyone’s to do list, but waking
up in a hospital surrounded by super heroes ranks right down there with being
diagnosed with cancer, but I’m getting there.
First off, let me get the introductions out of the way. Hi, my name is Jim Anderson, or, at least it
used to be, and I’m a super heroine. I
should start a support group. Spandex
Anonymous has a certain ring to it, doesn’t it?

Exterior Angle: Day. The Streets of Atlanta

The camera pans several blocks away
to a location shoot of a small, student film.
Present are various GRIPS, CAMERAMEN and SOUND TECHS whose focus are a
pair of young ACTORS walking towards them while a camera on a dolly trucks
backward. Watching the two is CAVALRY a
half horse, half human man who is the director of the film. Our camera zooms to a medium close up of JIM
ANDERSON, standing next to CAVALRY holding the clapboard and a script.

JIM (Voice Over)

I
know, I know, the beginning, I’m way out in the middle and you want the
beginning. Ok, let’s see, we’re past the
name bit. Um, I’m twenty, middling tall,
too slender for my height and a student at Georgia
State University
. I’m one of those faceless college kids you’ve
seen on the news, running for their lives, from some or other super villain’s
diabolical plan being interrupted for the God Knows what time by what ever
spandex clad altruist is running around Atlanta
this week.

Exterior Angle: Day. The Streets of Atlanta

The location shoot is interrupted
by car that comes flying around a corner, nearly to a disaster for everyone involved. Except that CAVALRY sees it coming and leaps
up to make a spectacular catch. He puts
it down before turning to yell at his crew:

CAVALRY:

Get
out of here now!

JIM: (Voice Over)

So,
right in the middle of the hero pouring out his undying love for the love
interest on the streets of Atlanta,
a car comes sailing into frame that isn’t in the script causing a fairly
major annoyance for the road warriors on the up coming commute home.
Cavalry starts mixing it up with Power Ball, which is a good thing as he’s
really the only one on the team capable of going toe to hoof with him, and all
hell starts to break loose.

Exterior Angle: Day. The Streets of Atlanta

The CREW takes to their heels while
CAVALRY gets into an epic brawl with POWERBALL.
CAVALRY charges the huge man and lands a flying drop kick to his chest
that sends him reeling. CAVALRY turns
his fall into a hand stand that he then follows with a half flip that helps him
regain his feet.

CAVALRY:

What’s
the matter, tough guy? That time of the
month?

Exterior Angle: Day. The Streets of Atlanta

POWERBALL extracts himself from the
ruins of an SUV that CAVALRY had kicked him into, an evil grin on his
face. SPIRIT WOLF attempts to trip him
with a prat fall but POWERBALL merely snatches her up by the hair, gets a hold
of her feet and charges, using her as a club.

POWERBALL:

It’s
the glue factory for you, Mr. Ed!

Exterior Angle: Day. The Streets of Atlanta

POWERBALL swings for the bleachers
with SPIRIT WOLF, but while CAVALRY tries to dodge, POWERBALL connects, doing
SPIRIT WOLF considerable harm. CAVALRY
becomes enraged and leaps into the villain, knocking them both out of
frame.

Camera pans down to the injured
SPIRIT WOLF, bleeding profusely on the pavement. Beyond her we can see JIM, hiding in an ally,
watching the battle.

JIM: (Voice Over)

Now,
I’ll be the first to admit, I’m not the stuff of heroes, but I just couldn’t
let Spirit Wolf bleed to death while the others were pre-occupied with Power
Ball.

Exterior Angle: Day. The Streets of Atlanta

JIM works up his courage and dashes
out to where SPIRIT WOLF lies, dying. He
rips off his jacket as he does so and tries to apply a tourniquet to her
wounds. He is splattered with blood,
some of it getting into his eyes. He
tries to clear them, realizes he’s been infected and works furiously to save
her in the time that he has left.

Camera goes out of focus as JIM
collapses beside SPIRIT WOLF.

FADE TO BLACK.

SCENE TWO

Interior Angle: A hospital room

Fade up from black as Camera is now
in JIM’s POV on the bed. We hear the
beep of a heart monitor. At the foot of
the bed is GEOFFREY GRAHAM, in a charcoal double breasted suit. He appears to be in his late thirties, or
early forties, and very dapper. The rest
of the Irregulars are in the room, minus SPIRIT WOLF. CAVALRY stands and half steps forward,
concern on his face. By the bed is the
Goth attired MORTAGAIN who is wearing black leather and lace. In the corner is the Arabic attired GRAVITY,
his face obscured by his head shawl.

MORTAGAIN:

She’s
waking up.

CAVALRY:

Jim,
how do you feel?

Interior Angle: A hospital room

A gurgling sound can be heard as
JIM tries to speak. GEOFFREY raises a
cautioning hand.

GEOFFREY:

Don’t
try to talk yet, Jim. My name is Geoffrey Graham; I’m the United States
Marshal for the South East. I’m also the government liaison for the
Irregulars. Are you thirsty?

Interior Angle: A hospital room

The camera pans up and down as JIM
nods. MORTAGAIN helps JIM with a cup of
water the camera eagerly drinks.

GEOFFREY:

I
have some good news, and some bad news.
The good news is, thanks to your help, Spirit Wolf is going to be fine
in a few days. In addition, because of your selfless act of heroism you,
Jim, now have been exposed to the Mckimpson Strain.

MORTAGAIN:

Might
want to think about a new name there, Geoffrey. Jim just doesn’t fit any
more.

Interior Angle: A hospital room

Camera pans to MORTAGAIN, then
GEOFFREY clears his throat, panning back to him.

GEOFFREY:

That
would bring us to the bad news, thank you, Mortagain. Jim, as you might
or might not know, the Mckimpson Strain affects each person exposed to it
differently. Your reaction to it is, while not unique is rather, well…

CAVALRY:

…Complicated.

BELLE: (Raspy)

What,
the hell, is everyone hedging at?

JIM: (Voice Over)

My
voice sounding nothing like it should, should have set off a big series of
alarms in my head, but I was chalking it up to having just gotten over being
infected with the Mckimpson Strain. I was right, but not for the right
reason.

MORTAGAIN: (Smug)

Look
on the bright side, honey, you get a government sponsored shopping trip for a
complete new wardrobe.

GEOFFREY: (Angry)

That’s
enough, Mortagain. Jim, I know you’ll have quite a bit to get used
to. As you might know, anyone who is MS positive is required to be of
assistance to the public good, on at least a part time basis. Under the
Authority of the Paranormal Regulatory Agency, I’m required to notify you of
your draft status to the Stone Mountain Irregulars.

Interior Angle: A hospital room

JIM’s POV moves as she struggles up
to a sitting position, then pans down to notice her hospital gown is now
sporting a fairly buxom pair of breasts.
Her hands enter frame as she confirms they’re hers, then frantically
seek her crotch. A strand of long red
hair enters frame that the hand holds up to look at. It is extremely
long.

MORTAGAIN:

Welcome
to the fairer sex, sweetie!

Interior Angle: A hospital room

Camera pans to look at the smug
face of MORTAGAIN, blurs out of focus and falls back to the pillow.

FADE
TO BLACK

SCENE THREE

Interior Angle: A hospital room
NIGHT

Camera fades up, still in JIM’s
POV. She can see CAVALRY sitting in
front of the window, looking at JIM, the script for his student film in his
lap.

CAVALRY:

I’m
sorry about all this.

BELLE: (furious)

Sorry?
You’re sorry? Well, damn, Ah guess that makes it all better!

Interior Angle: A hospital room

CAVALRY frowns and moves the script
beside him on the sofa.

CAVALRY:

Yes,
Jim, I’m sorry you got pulled in to my crazy life. I’m also sorry your
favor to me was the root cause of it. I won’t be sorry if I have to beat
some sense into you. Stop being an ass over what was basically an
accident.

BELLE: (Still furious)

You’re
not the one with a new set of tits!

Interior Angle: A hospital Room

CAVALRY’s ears rotate backward and
it becomes apparent he’s becoming seriously angry.

CAVALRY: (Low and angry)

You
don’t have the market cornered on physical handicaps, Jim.

BELLE: (Contrite)

Sorry. Look, Ah’m tired, can’t ya’ll let me get some
sleep?

CAVALRY:

You’re not tired and you can’t make this go away by
ignoring it.

BELLE:

How, the hell can you tell me how Ah feel?

CAVALRY:

I can hear your heart beating a mile a minute, and
your scent tells me you’re awake and alert.

JIM: (Voice Over)

I forgot how acute his senses were. It made
him a gifted director in training, but right now it was the bane of my dodge.

BELLE:

Where’s the rest of the Zoo Crew?

CAVALRY:

Geoffrey has
a wife and kids to go home to. You and Ginnevia didn’t seem to be getting
along very well, so I volunteered to watch over you and give you the drill when
you woke up.

BELLE:

Ginnevia?

CAVALRY:

You know her as Mortagain. She can be a
little abrasive, but she’s really ok once you get to know her. You should
start thinking of a new name; the agency will take care of the records for you.

Interior
Angle: A hospital room

Camera
pans to stare at the ceiling as JIM rolls onto her back. CAVALRY is still in the edge of the frame.

BELLE:

Maybe Ah don’t want a new name, courtesy of the
agency? Maybe Ah want to keep mah old name and mah old life?

CAVALRY: (snort)

Maybe you don’t have a choice. Your old life
is over, Jim. You’d best get used to that idea right now.
You’ve really only got two choices here. You can choose to make the best
of this and make the world around you a better place…

Interior
Angle: A hospital room

Camera
pans back to CAVALRY.

BELLE:

Or?

Interior
Angle: A hospital room

CAVALRY
slowly gets to his feet, towering over JIM. CAVALRY stands just shy of
seven feet tall.

CAVALRY:

Or you can choose pain. I don’t make the laws
that say that every one who is MS positive has to be a super cop. I just
enforce them. You either are on one side or the other, Jim, it’s just
that simple. I’m not going to risk you turning into another Power
Ball. Too many people I care about get hurt by criminals like him.

BELLE:

People like me.

Interior
Angle: A hospital room

CAVALRY
sighs and nods.

CAVALRY:

Yes, people like you.

Interior
Angle: A hospital room

CAVALRY
walks to the bed side table and picks up an envelope that was left there which
he hands to JIM.

CAVALRY:

Your mother stopped by while you were out.
She left this for you. For what it’s worth, Geoffrey isn’t a bad boss,
and the side perks are pretty nice. Your mom said since she gave you your
first name, she got to name you again. Geoffrey said it was your decision.

Interior
Angle: A hospital room

Tight
close up of the envelop with is addressed to Jennifer Anderson. Camera pans up to CAVALRY walks over to the
door, but pauses and turns back.

CAVALRY:

I’ll give you some privacy to read it, Jim.
Just don’t run. I don’t want to have to hurt you, but I will if you make
me.

Interior
Angle: A hospital room

Exit
CAVALRY, ducking his head to get through the door. Camera pans back down to the envelop for a
few seconds before it opens in front of us.

JIM: (Voice over)

I stared at the envelope for a few minutes, trying
to decide whether or not to try running. I wasn’t sure how the Mckimpson
Strain had manifested in me, but I knew I’d have extra ordinary abilities
because of it. However, the idea of being an nescient paranormal unsure
of her abilities going toe to toe with Cavalry, a Super Hero who’d had his
entire life to get used to the limits of his abilities didn’t look like a good
option.

Interior
Angle: A hospital room

Tight
close up of the letter which reads:
(Voice over of MARIE ANDERSON who also reads the letter)

Jim:

I want you to know first off how proud your father
and I are of you for what you did. You saved Spirit Wolf’s
life! I know that the changes this has brought are going to take
some getting used to, but I want you to know we’ll be right there with you
through all of it.

I’d like you to consider taking the name Jennifer
as your new name. It was my Mother’s name and your father and I had
decided on using it if you had been born a girl.

Also, I’m going to let you in on a little
secret. When the heroes first started coming out in the late sixties and
early seventies, I was in college. I wanted to join them and fight the
evils of the world around me to the point of making a costume and learning some
fighting techniques. I didn’t do very well, or get very far, never having
the edge that Mckimpson Strain gave the others. After I met your father,
well, my priorities shifted.

I don’t regret the life I’ve lived, or the blessing
in it you have been, but, I would be deeply honored if you’d consider taking up
my mantle now that you have this decision to make.

What ever your decision, we will always love you,
never EVER doubt that!

With Love

Marie Cooper-Anderson

Southern Belle

JIM: (Voice over)

I stared at the document for several minutes,
trying to imagine my mother, the June Cleaver of June Cleavers, running around
roof tops fighting crime calling herself Southern Belle. In any other
circumstances, I’d be looking for Allen Funt to jump out of a potted plant with
a camera in his hand.

My life had taken a decided turn to the surreal.

Interior
Angle: A hospital room

Camera
pans to the door which is opening, revealing CAVALRY, a pair of Coke cans in
his hands. He crosses the space, offers
one to JIM who opens it, returns it then takes the second that CAVALRY gives
him.

JIM
drinks deeply of the soda after a hesitant first sip.

CAVALRY:

Yeah, you’re blood sugar is really low right now. They
had you on a glucose drip until your arm pinched out the IV needle.

BELLE:

Mah arm pinched out the needle?

CAVALRY:

We haven’t done the full work up, yet, but it’s
looking like you’ll be about as tough as I am, maybe as strong, maybe
not. Dunno yet. That’s also why I’m here.

BELLE:

Ah’m not going to run, Ed.

CAVALRY:

Really?

BELLE:

Ah might not like this, but Ah’m not a
criminal. Mah mother would kill me if Ah did.

CAVALRY:

I didn’t know your mom was a heroine in the
seventies.

BELLE:

Neither did Ah.
What now?

Interior
Angle: A hospital room

CAVALRY
crushes his can and drops it into the trash.

CAVALRY:

Now you get
dressed and I take you over to HQ for the night. Tomorrow we figure out
the extent of your abilities and you get that shopping trip that Ginnevia
promised you.

BELLE:

Ah don’t stay here for observation or something?

CAVALRY:

You’re about as changed as you’re going to
get. Besides, from the simple tests the doctors have already done, the
only thing they can administer for you now is either oral or suppository in
nature. Your skin dulled two scalpels and four IV needles.

BELLE:

Oh. I don’t
have anything to wear, though.

Interior
Angle: A hospital room

CAVALRY
laughs loudly at what JIM says.

BELLE:

What?

CAVALRY:

Your first
day as a woman, and you’re already complaining about your wardrobe. We’ve got both your old clothes back from the
cleaners; though I’m not sure they’ll fit any more. And, your mom brought
you her old costume. That might be what you’ll have to wear.

BELLE:

Well, give a girl some modesty.

JIM: (Voice over)

There was no way I was walking around this room in
a hospital gown with my rear hanging out around him.

Interior
Angle: A hospital room

CAVALRY
chuckles to himself as he exits via the door.
Camera pans down as BELLE carefully gets out of bed.

JIM: (Voice over)

My center of gravity had shifted rather
substantially in this new form and I was terrified of falling.

Interior
Angle: A hospital room

A
metallic squeak is heard and camera pans to BELLE’s hand, dug into the metal
rails of the bed. She removes her hand,
leaving bumps that match the shape of her fingers. STEADY CAM shot as BELLE walks over to the
dresser and sees herself for the first time.
Camera leaves JIM POV as she examines herself.

JIM: (Voice over)

I was taller I decided, probably around 5’10” to
5’11”, not to mention I’d lost a good bit of weight, not that I was every
terribly beefy to begin with. If I had to guess, I’d say I probably
topped the scales at 145. To my terrified green eyes, my breasts were huge,
probably in the D cup range or bigger, though they were very firm and the skin
on my chest was uncomfortably tight owing doubtlessly to the fact I’d grown
them in far faster than was biologically normal.

However my worst fears were confirmed as far as the
rest of me went. I was beautiful. Not cute, not pretty, but drop
dead gorgeous beautiful. My breasts would no doubt make sure I’d never
have another eye to eye conversation except with another woman, but I’d still
have to get myself mentally prepared to beat the boys off with the proverbial
stick.

Interior
Angle: A hospital room

BELLE
tries to get dressed in her old, male, clothes and fails miserably. The jeans will not get past her much wider
hips. In frustration she puts on the
spandex body suit her MOTHER left her.
(BELLE Hero ID 1)

JIM: (Voice over)

The holsters contained four pairs of handcuffs with
keys, the oldest mobile police scanner I’d ever seen (Solid State!), an
ID/Badge wallet that held a PRA badge with one of the lowest numbers I’d ever
seen along with an ID card showing a very young picture of my mom.
There was also a domino mask with a bottle of spirit gum (bet you wondered how
they stayed on, didn’t you?).

Interior
Angle: A hospital room

In
the uniform, she is surprised by the freedom of movement it gives her. She buckles on the utility belt after
inspecting the handcuffs, throwing stars, nunchku, badge wallet and clunky
radio, but it will not hang properly and goes askew at once. She decides to leave it that way and finally
pulls on her boots. She tries, but fails
to zip up the back and becomes frustrated.
She looks at herself in the mirror.

BELLE:

Look! Up in the sky! It’s a bird!
It’s a plane! Its trailer trash girl!

Interior
Angle: A hospital room

BELLE
finds a scunchii and gets her considerably longer hair into a pony tail before
heading to the door to find CAVALRY talking with a NIGHT NURSE. Camera follows her on truck.

CAVALRY:

All set?

BELLE:

Can Ah get some help here? The zipper’s in
the back and Ah can’t get at it.

Interior
Angle: A hospital corridor

The
night nurse smiles as she stands and comes over to give BELLE a hand.
Once the outfit was secure BELLE pulls the jacket back on, nodding her thanks
to the NIGHT NURSE.

NIGHT
NURSE:

You’ll get used to it, dear.

BELLE:

Thank ya’ll, ma’am, but Ah don’t think so, just the
same.

Interior
Angle: A hospital corridor

The
NIGHT NURSE pats BELLE reassuringly on the arm as she leads the way back over
to the nurses’ station. There, she produced a clip board holding a
release form with the signature line highlighted.

NIGHT
NURSE:

Just sign here, dear, and you’re all set.

Interior
Angle: A hospital Nurse’s station

BELLE
picks up the pen for a moment of thought, and then realized this decision was already
made. Thus, in short, broad strokes, the name Jennifer Anderson is
scrawled on the blank.

FADE TO BLACK

END EPISODE ONE

EPISODE TWO

SCENE ONE

Exterior Angle: Morning, the HQ
of the Stone Mountain Irregulars

Camera fades up to a black glass
and white stone building on Herodian Rd in Marietta. In this establishing shot, we can see a
black, late model Ford Mustang pull into the parking lot of the building. CUT TO:

JIM: (Voice over)

The
Head Quarters of the Stone Mountain Irregulars is actually in Marietta.
Don’t ask. It’s a small office building predominately filled with other
government offices and such on the aptly named Herodian Road., where I spent a
particularly restless night in a strange place.

Interior Angle: The Atrium of
SMI HQ

GEOFFREY GRAHAM and BELLE are
walking towards the front door in time to see a hurrying and bleary eyed
looking MORTAGAIN coming inside.

JIM: (Voice over)

I’d
had breakfast with the very kind Marshal Graham where I’d discovered that
Spirit Wolf, while would recover fully, would be in the hospital for a few more
days. Geoffrey, as he insisted on being called, promised to take care of
all the new forms my change in gender would require, as well as seeing to it
that I got my own ID as Southern Belle to go over moms in the badge
wallet.

Interior Angle: The Atrium of
SMI HQ

MORTAGAIN is making apologetic
gestures to a somewhat irate GEOFFREY.
Camera cranes down to be on eye level with the group.

JIM: (Voice over)

It
was almost eleven before Ginnevia arrived, looking very bleary eyed and not
especially awake. Goths. Geoffrey had already presented me with an
American Express card made out to my hero ID.

GEOFFREY:

With
in reason, purchase what ever you’d like in the way of clothing and personal
hygiene needs, with the Agency’s compliments. We’re looking for a new
apartment for you as well. Do you have a location preference?

BELLE:

Ah
can’t afford an apartment.

Interior Angle: The Atrium of
SMI HQ

GEOFFREY
chuckles at BELLE’s inability to grasp her new situation in life.

GEOFFREY:

Belle,
the law may require you to answer the call as needed and be a cop.
But it’s not for free. You’ll have to withdraw from classes this semester
while we get you trained, but your starting salary is fifty thousand dollars a
year, for part time on call status.

BELLE:

Oh. Well, then, Ah guess somewhere around here,
then. Ah’ll need something furnished, seeing as Ah don’t have any
furniture of mah own. But this is about half way between school and mah
parents so that’d be just fine, thanks.

GEOFFREY:

Alright,
I’ll see what I can do. Now go have fun, that’s an order.

Special Angle Notation

Frame (ONE) shrinks and moves into
the upper left hand corner of the screen, leaving a large black space. Frame dissolves to a helicopter shot of
GINNEVIA’s Mustang on it’s way up I75.

JIM: (Voice over)

From
there, Ginnevia had taken me in her Mustang to Town Center Mall, which, despite
the name, is one of the furthest malls from Atlanta.

Special Angle Notation

A new frame opens (TWO) as One
continues to play the Mustang moving through traffic. This frame is MORTAGAIN eagerly leading BELLE
into the mall through the Food Court entrance. The two immediately become the center of
attention as all eyes are drawn to them.
It’s obvious BELLE wants to bolt but is unable to pull herself free of
MORTAGAIN. Two shrinks and continues to
play while moving into the right hand corner.

JIM: (Voice over)

You
can’t image how horrible that trip was. Suffice
to say that I went through stores I barely knew existed. I’ll be the
first to admit I’ve never had a good head for numbers, but I was certain we
were well past being reasonable and Ginnevia was still going strong.

Special Angle Notation

Frame Three opens as one and two
become montage sequences of MORTAGAIN dragging BELLE through various clothing
boutiques and apparently buying everything in sight. Three remains centered in the screen. Three is BELLE being put through a complete
makeover at a hair salon, manicure, pedicure, wash, dry and style. The STYLIST, a somewhat past her prime lady
is pantomiming giving BELLE a lecture about the state of her hair.

JIM: (Voice over)

I
was subjected to a complete make over at a salon, where my hair was shortened
and my nails were lengthened. Not to
mention the lectures I got for letting myself ‘go’ to this point, whatever that
meant.

Special Angle Notation

Frame Four opens in the lower left
corner and shows a much more attractive BELLE placing an order for a new
uniform at a costume shop that seems to have quite a bit of Paranormal
clientele.

JIM: (Voice over)

I
put in an order for a more modern ‘uniform’.
Eat your heart out, Batman, there was no way I was putting foam rubber
on this body.

Special Angle Notation

Frame Five opens to contain
reaction shots of teenagers and housewives, staring at the pair of shopping
super heroines and either getting their jollies following them around or being
offended at the dangerously beautiful women.
Five stays in the lower right hand corner.

JIM: (Voice over)

I
wanted out of that body stocking something fierce. But, as Ginnevia had pointed out, the only
way I had to pay was made out to Southern Belle. So I suffered through the stares that followed
us throughout the mall, which of course, got worse after my visit to the hair
salon.

End special angle notations

Wipe to…

Interior Angle: the food court
of Town Center Mall

BELLE and MORTAGAIN have bought a
pair of cappuccinos they are drinking; piles of shopping bags are bunched
around the table.

MORTAGAIN:

It’s not fun on this side, is it?

BELLE:

What do you mean?

MORTAGAIN:

Being raped by every eye in here; not fun is
it? Now you know how the other side feels, don’t ya?

BELLE:

What did Ah do to piss you off?

MORTAGAIN:

You personally? Nothing. Your former
gender? Plenty.

BELLE:

That is really why you wanted me to stay in this
outfit, isn’t it? Ya’ll got some score to settle with manhood and Ah was
your convenient victim? Sugah, ya’ll have issues way worse
than Ah have. Ah might not like what’s happened to me, but Ah don’t plan
to be anybodies victim.

MORTAGAIN:

Is that a fact?

BELLE:

Honey, that’s God’s Own Truth.

MORTAGAIN:

Ok. Since you’re not going to be anyone’s
victim, look behind you.

BELLE:

What?

Interior
angle: The food court of Town Center Mall

MORTAGAIN
gestures with her eyes making BELLE set her cappuccino down and turned to look
over her shoulder. BELLE reacts with great alarm. Camera pans rapidly to the front doors where
we see Power Ball, all ten feet of him is just in the process of walking
through the glass doors from the parking lot into the food court.

BELLE
turns back to Ginnevia to get an idea of what to do next, to find her gone, her
rapidly cooling espresso all that remained at the table.

JIM: (Voice over)

It
was then it all settled into place. It was obvious in a previous life, I
must have been Adolph Hitler. How else could I have racked up
a karma debt like this?

Interior
angle: The food court of Town Center Mall

A
world class panic began to take hold of the food court, as BELLE stands to face
the villain.

CAVALRY: (Voice over)

You’re almost as tough as I am.

BELLE:

Alright, sugah, that’s enough of that.

Interior
angle: The food court of Town Center Mall

POWER
BALL comes stomping over as the camera zooms back to BELLE her courage seeming
to falter with each step. The
inconsequential fact of tables and chairs barring the way between the two not
slowing him in the slightest.

POWER
BALL:

I didn’t know we were on a pet name basis, honey.

Interior
Angle: The food court of Town Center Mall

POWER
BALL back hands BELLE and sends her flying twenty or thirty feet sideways,
slamming to a stop in the grill of a Gyro Wrap restaurant, destroying it. BELLE extracts herself from the grill, and
leaps the counter.

BELLE:

Sugah, now ya’ll have gone and made me mad.

Interior
Angle: The food court of Town Center Mall

BELLE
runs back over to a smirking POWER BALL while making a fist with both
hands. She swings and connects in POWER
BALL’s stomach, folding him over her punch and sending him flying. He comes to a painful stop with considerable
damage to the staircase that goes up to the upper level.

BELLE: (Amazed)

Son of a bitch.

JIM: (Voice over)

Granted, my body would never let me forget
I’d been infected with Mckimpson Strain, but I wouldn’t have believed I was
capable of that if I hadn’t just seen myself do it.

Interior
Angle: The food court of Town Center Mall

POWER
BALL picks himself up, a lecherous grin on his face.

POWER
BALL:

I love it when they’re feisty.

Interior
Angle: The food court of Town Center Mall

POWER
BALL drops his shoulder into a foot ball stance and charges BELLE. BELLE shifts her weight, what there is of it,
to her back foot while reaching out, ready for him. As he gets within
reach, she collects as much of his shirt as she can, then spins, using his
momentum and heaves for all she’s worth.

POWER
BALL goes back from whence he came, this time breaking though the concrete
stairs and the floor to ceiling windows beyond. He lands across three
cars and lays still for a moment.

JIM: (Voice over)

Man, I hope I don’t have to pay for those cars.

Interior
Angle: The food court of Town Center Mall

BELLE
looks down to realize she isn’t standing, but floating two feet off the ground.

JIM: (Voice over)

I can fly!

Interior
Angle: The food court of Town Center Mall

POWER
BALL begins to stir in the parking lot, a snarl of rage on his face. BELLE works out how to will herself to fly,
and flies out the hole in the glass she’s made, in time for POWER BALL to have
regained his feet and pick up a Mazda Miata he is intending to press into
service as a club.

SOVEREIGN:
(Out of frame)

That’s enough.

Exterior
angle: the parking lot of Town Center Mall

POWER
BALL drops the car which crashes on top of an Explorer that complains quite a
bit as both cars are crushed into a hopeless ruin. From above and behind
the mall, a figure in flowing robes and a cape that looks far too long for a
normal person to wear floats down. He is surrounded in a crackling ball
of reddish energy that picked up the reds and gold’s of his rather garish
uniform. It is SOVEREIGN.

SOVEREIGN:

Step back, Randal and let the grown ups talk a
moment.

Exterior
angle: the parking lot of Town Center Mall

POWER
BALL sulks, but dutifully stepped backwards to lean against a light pole whose
protest echoes through out the artificial valley created by the wings of the
mall.

SOVEREIGN:

Southern
Belle, it’s good to see you out and about once more.

BELLE:

Ah beg your pardon, sir. Have we been
introduced?

Exterior
angle: the parking lot of Town Center Mall

Tight
close up of SOVEREIGN who has a moment of doubt before his obvious confidence
returns, along with a smirk. He bows to
BELLE.

SOVEREIGN:

A thousand apologies, Miss. I was an
acquaintance of your predecessor. Allow me to introduce myself. You
may call me Sovereign. Might I presume that, based on your attire, you
have taken up the mantle of the Southern Belle?

BELLE:

Ya’ll leave mah mother right out of this, alright?

Exterior
angle: the parking lot of Town Center Mall

SOVEREIGN
reacts to this knowledge with obvious dismay before he can school his
expression back to neutrality.

JIM: (Voice over)

You’ll have to forgive me the stupid slip. I’m
real new to this whole secret identity bit.

SOVEREIGN:

Ah, I should have realized. The familial
resemblance is striking. Looking back, I had no recollection of the
powers you are displaying. Fair enough. Belle, your mother might
have spoken of me, but then she might not have. Old lovers are a somewhat
sore subject to bring up with one’s offspring. I am here to renew my
offer to you to join me.

Exterior
angle: the parking lot of Town Center Mall

Reaction
shot of BELLE who seems to be gearing up for quite a rant, but camera pans back
to SOVEREIGN in time for him to casually raise a hand, cutting her off.

SOVEREIGN:

No, decisions made in haste are regretted at
leisure. Don’t answer now. Think about the freedom I offer.
Think of the world I am building; a world where the simple fact of your biology
does not determine the occupation of your life. Think. Ask your
mother about me, fair one. I doubt there is blood between us, she
certainly never spoke of you, but she has been stubborn before and I doubt that
has changed. Ask her. Then I shall seek you out again.

Exterior
angle: the parking lot of Town Center Mall

SOVEREIGN
gestures causing POWER BALL to be encircled in an energy field similar to
his. Both rise into the sky and are
quickly lost to sight. There is the
sound of a POP of displaced air which
BELLE reacts to. MORTAGAIN has appeared
next to her, but on the ground.

MORTAGAIN:

Congratulations, you’ve officially made it when
Sovereign offers you a new career as a wanted felon.

BELLE:
(Furious)

You sanctimonious bitch! You
run off right when the trouble starts so ya’ll can pop back and be witty?
Ah ought to jerk you into a knot!

Exterior
angle: the parking lot of Town Center Mall

MORTAGAIN
smirks and crosses her arms over her bosom.

MORTAGAIN:

Don’t complain at me because of the rules, girl.

BELLE:

The rules?

CAVALRY:
(Out of frame)

Yes, the rules.

Exterior
angle: the parking lot of Town Center Mall

BELLE
spins to find CAVALRY, along with the rest of the Irregulars, minus SPIRIT WOLF
standing there, ready for action. With
them this time is the AMERICAN EAGLE hovering in the air.

He
wears metallic wings behind him sprouted from a breast plate, embossed with the
Great Seal of the United States. The blue trunks over the red and white
stripped leggings ended in equally garish boots which play up the eagle
motif. A helmet shaped like an eagle’s head completes the outfit.

AMERICAN
EAGLE:

Mortagain came to fetch us as soon as she realized
the Sovereign was in the area, Belle. He’s
far too powerful for one, or even two of us to fight. The entire team was
needed, that’s a standing order.

BELLE:

So the new girl gets to keep Mr. Bad Ass
preoccupied while the re-enforcements get called in?

CAVALRY:

Sovereign usually wants to talk first.
Mortagain kept a light mental contact with you. If you had been in real
danger I would have had her teleport me here at once while the others were
getting ready.

BELLE: (Outraged)

Getting ready?
This ain’t exactly a spring social we’re talking about here.

Exterior
angle: the parking lot of Town Center Mall

The
AMERICAN EAGLE chuckles.

AMERICAN
EAGLE:

Sorry, that’s my fault. This isn’t the
easiest costume to put on.

Exterior
angle: the parking lot of Town Center Mall

BELLE
shakes her head in amazement.

AMERICAN
EAGLE:

I’m glad you handled yourself so well, Belle.
Have any other powers manifested besides your flight?

Exterior
angle: the parking lot of Town Center Mall

BELLE
fights frank amazement at the normalcy of the question.

BELLE:

Why yes, Ah do believe Ah’ve gained the power of
sarcasm in the face of utter stupidity! Yes, Ah feel the power flowing
strongly now!

Exterior
angle: the parking lot of Town Center Mall

Starting
with the AMERICAN EAGLE, a chuckle that turns into a full laugh over takes the
entire team, minus a somewhat irritated BELLE.

CAVALRY:

Well, it’s official; you’re a Super Heroine,
Belle. Until you’ve proved you can be a smart ass under stress, the
jury’s out. Congratulations.”

JIM: (Voice over)

Well, I’d always wondered about that. Guess
you learn something new every day.

WIPE

Scene Two

Exterior
angle: the parking lot of Town Center Mall

A
montage sequence of the after action paperwork of the battle begins to
play. Shown are the officials from the
Mall who seem to be fairly understanding of the damage. Before the sequence ends they already have a
construction crew working to repair the exterior. There is a scene of a citizen shouting and
gesturing angrily with the AMERICAN EAGLE who patiently listens to the man
while taking information for a report.
BELLE is sitting on a bench in front of the mall trying to wrap her head
around her own reports. The montage ends
with the group loading all of BELLE’s bags onto an energy disk that GRAVITY
creates.

JIM: (Voice over)

The rest of the day was spent with the un-Godly
amount of paperwork the after math of a major battle takes up. The Use of
Force reports alone were obscene. I’d gotten out lucky yesterday
being rushed to the hospital. No such luck today. It took us nearly
two hours to track down all the owners of the vehicles that had been
damaged. Of them all, the Miata owner was the biggest prick.

He threatened to sue, which, as I learned from Cavalry,
there’s one in every battle. Fortunately, being cops, we were fairly
protected from lawsuits of this nature. The Miata owner was assured that
the state would make good on his insurance claim for the fair market value of
the car. Beyond that, he was welcome to file suit against Power Ball, AKA
Randall Stevens. Not that he’d ever answered any of the thousands
of lawsuits filed against him each year. But, hey, this guy might get
lucky.

He might win the Lottery too, but it was about as
likely.

Exterior
angle: the parking lot of Town Center Mall

Montage
sequence ends. The bags are finally
loaded onto the disk.

CAVALRY:

Geez, Belle, did you buy everything out of every
store in the Mall?

BELLE:

Ah didn’t want half of this. Most of it was
Mortagain’s idea, gotta have this to go with that, but not without the
other. Ah still don’t have it all straight in mah head. Do ya’ll
think Geoffrey’s gonna be upset we spent so much?

CAVALRY: (Playfully)

How much did all of this cost?

MORTAGAIN:

Eight thousand, two hundred fifty two dollars and
twenty two cents. Not including the make
over, manicure and pedicure.

CAVALRY:
(Disbelieving)

Pedicure?”

Exterior
angle: the parking lot of Town Center Mall

BELLE
shrugs and gestures at MORTAGAIN to indicate blame.

AMERICAN
EAGLE:

I think Geoffrey’s gonna have a cow.

CAVALRY:

Yeah, that’s what I was thinking. Eight grand?
Man you can shop, Belle.

BELLE: (fearfully)

Ah didn’t mean for a third of this stuff to be
bought!

CAVALRY

You had control of the credit card.

AMERICAN
EAGLE:

I suppose
Mortagain could have used her mental powers.

MORTAGAIN:

But I didn’t!

AMERICAN
EAGLE:

Well, her word is all I need. Yep I’m
thinking there might be some charges filed about this.

BELLE:
(PANICED)

Charges? Like
what? Turn this thing around!

Exterior angle: the sky above the Marietta/Kennesaw
boarder

Unheeding, GRAVITY continues on his course south.

AMERICAN EAGLE:

Off the top of my head, I’m thinking
misappropriation of government funds.

CAVALRY:

Criminal misuse of public trust.

AMERICAN
EAGLE:

Of course, there’s the death penalty offense I’m
most worried about.

BELLE:
(TERRIFIED)

Death penalty? For shopping too much?

AMERICAN
EAGLE:

That should be a crime.

Exterior
angle: the skies above the Marietta/Kennesaw boarder

The
AMERICAN EAGLE reaches up and begins removing his helmet.

AMERICAN
EAGLE:

The crime
I’m talking about is Criminal Inability to take a joke.

Exterior
angle: the skies above the Marietta/Kennesaw boarder

The
AMERICAN EAGLE finishes removing his helmet, revealing that under it he is
GEOFFREY GRAHAM. BELLE rolls her eyes in
annoyance.

JIM: (Voice over)

Men.

WIPE

SCENE
THREE

Exterior
angle: the parking lot of an apartment complex:

Camera
cranes down to follow the arrival of GRAVITY and the rest of the Irregulars
with BELLE’s purchases from the previous scene.

JIM: (Voice over)

I was wrong in thinking that Gravity was taking us
to HQ. His actual flight path took us to an apartment complex close by
(whose name all the money in the world won’t be sufficient for me to disclose
to you.) The Agency had, in fact, set me up a lease with an automatic
debit from my paycheck.

Exterior
angle: the parking lot of an apartment complex:

A
golf cart arrives bearing the apartment MANAGER rolls up as the heroes begin to
unload the disk GRAVITY is maintaining holding BELLE’s packages. She is in her middle thirties, comfortably
over weight and hiding it badly with pastel business suits she probably paid
too much for.

MANAGER:

Marshal Graham, good evening!

Exterior
angle: the parking lot of an apartment complex:

It
was then there was a shimmer, like the heat waves that come off the asphalt on
a hot day then everyone appears to be dressed in casual clothes as apposed to
the Spandex Club Meeting attire they had all been wearing before. ED was
back in his flannels and jeans, while the man I knew only as GRAVITY was now
decked out in Dockers and a deep blue polo.
BELLE looks down, seeing herself in jeans that should have been ridiculously
too tight for comfort over a checked flannel with the sleeves rolled up.
Even GEOFFREY wasn’t immune to whatever had happened, looking to be in his
charcoal suit once more. BELLE is the only one who is reacting to this
development. As BELLE glanced about for
some rational explanation for all this, she catches sight of GINNEVIA standing
beside the pick up truck that GRAVITY’s disk had turned into.

She
winks at BELLE and taps the side of her head with a fore finger.

JIM: (Voice over)

It occurs to me these super power things are pretty
handy.

MANAGER:

You must Jennifer.

Exterior
angle: the parking lot of an apartment complex:

BELLE
and the MANAGER shake hands.

BELLE:

Yes ma’am. Ah appreciate the extra work
something this short notice has got to be.

MANAGER:

Oh, think nothing of it, dear. We’ve had to
cobble together some left over furniture from our display units to get
something furnished for you. But, as you assemble your own things, we can
take them back out. Come let me show you…

Exterior
angle: the parking lot of an apartment complex:

The
MANAGER leads BELLE with the rest of the Irregulars inside.

JIM: (Voice over)

So I followed and ‘oohed’ and ‘ahhed’ at all the
right moments. Suffice to say I got my stuff put away and it was a nice
place till I could redecorate.

CUT

EPISODE THREE

SCENE ONE

Exterior angle: Marietta Street,
downtown Atlanta; DAY

The normal flow of commerce is
disrupted by the flying figure of BELLE slamming backwards to a halt into the
Atlanta Federal Reserve Bank. She slides
down to her knees, visibly just hanging onto to consciousness.

JIM: (Voice over)

There has to be a better
way to do this.

Exterior angle: Marietta Street,
downtown Atlanta; DAY

POWERBALL hops into frame closing the distance
between the two combatants as BELLE struggles to catch her breath.

POWERBALL:

What’s the matter, honey? No snappy come
back? Where’s the brassy bitch I beat up in the mall?

Exterior angle: Marietta Street,
downtown Atlanta; DAY

POWERBALL collectes a large handful of my hair
in his meaty fist and used it to haul BELLE up to eye level.

BELLE:

Was that before or after Ah kicked your ass?

Exterior angle: Marietta Street,
downtown Atlanta; DAY

BELLE
reaches out with her foot and kicks the villain between the legs. POWERBALL goes up to his toes, dropping BELLE
to protect the family jewels with both hands as he sinks to his own knees in
pain. BELLE maintains her feet with a
supreme effort of willpower while clasping her hands together to make one huge
fist.

BELLE:

Give mah regards to the warden, tough guy!

Exterior angle: Marietta Street,
downtown Atlanta; DAY

BELLE
swings and connects with POWERBALL’s lantern jaw. He is spun around from the force of the blow
and lands face first in the street, out cold.
BELLE sinks to her rear, obviously exhausted.

GEOFFREY:
(Out of frame)

End Program.

Exterior angle: Marietta Street,
downtown Atlanta; DAY


Power Ball, Marietta Street and the rest of down town vanished to leave BELLE
still on her rear in a rather featureless room made of grey steel. She stays
there as GEOFFREY approaches along with ED and GINNEVIA.

GEOFFREY:

Belle, how do you feel?

BELLE: (Panting)

Like shit. Isn’t
there a better way to find out what Ah’m capable of than this?

Interior angle: The Urban Combat
Simulator

GEOFFREY
kneels down beside BELLE.

GEOFFREY:

Yes, but they’ll hurt more.

BELLE:

Mah tax dollars hard at work.

Interior angle: The Urban Combat
Simulator

He smiles a sad smile and shakes his head.

GEOFFREY:

Want to hear how you did?

JIM: (Voice over)

I never
thought I’d rather be staring a history exam in the face instead of doing
something out side.

BELLE:

Mah sense of pain tells me Ah did pretty
badly. About the only thing Ah figure Ah got right was winning.

GEOFFREY:

Well, winning isn’t everything, but it is something.
We’ve determined that you’re just below
Ed in strength and your ability to take damage. As far as fighting
technique goes, you’re miles behind him. I want you to start thinking
about a Martial Art you’d like to study to help with that. Also, you have
a tendency to fixate on a problem and attack it frontally. No pun
intended. You should get into the habit of judging the situation in a
manner as detached as possible. Be mindful of civilian casualties as well
as keeping the collateral damage to a minimum.

Interior angle: The Urban Combat
Simulator

BELLE
seethes for a moment, then masters her emotions again.

JIM: (Voice over)

A number of less than polite responses jumped to my
lips that I kept behind them.

BELLE:

Did Ah do anything right?

Interior angle: The Urban Combat
Simulator

Geoffrey
smiles as he pats BELLE on her shoulder.

GEOFFREY:

You won.

GINNEVIA: (Sarcastically)

You successfully looked good in spandex.

ED:

That’s not easy.

Interior angle: The Urban Combat
Simulator

BELLE
struggles to her feet, smiling now at the joke from her teammates.

BELLE:

Ten thousand
comedians on the unemployment line and you two are cracking jokes?

GEOFFREY:

You can fly Belle, and pretty fast at that.
We clocked you at a top speed of about three hundred miles an hour. Think
in three dimensions and use that to your advantage.

BELLE:

Ah got real tired going that fast. And it’s
hard to control. There’s not any room for error.

Interior angle: The Urban Combat
Simulator

Geoffrey
makes a calming gesture.

GEOFFREY:

Control comes with practice, so does
endurance. Just keep it in mind for now. Speaking of now, hit the
showers. Once you’re better I’ll get your study materials issued.

JIM: (Voice over)

I’m man enough to admit I pouted as I followed
their lead from the Urban Combat Simulator. Bet you thought I was going
to say Danger Room or something equally cool, right? Well, this is
Uncle Sam we’re doing about. Cool only comes from acronyms. UCS is
cool. Danger Room is copyright infringement.

BELLE:

Ah just got out of college and you’re going to give
me homework?

Interior angle: The Urban Combat
Simulator

The trio chuckled as they led the way out of the
grey room.

ED:

We have some tactics and maneuvers based on the
group you’ll have to learn. Some of those will change to include you, but
others don’t involve the whole team so you need to know them to properly
implement them when they’re called for.

GINNEVIA:

Not to mention a long and growing daily list of
wanted felons to be on the look out for who rather intensely hate
us. Some of them make Power Ball there look like a boy scout.

GEOFFREY:

As well as the Annotated Code of the State of
Georgia that you, as a sworn Law Enforcement Officer are required to be
familiar with.

Interior angle: The ready room
outside the Urban Combat Simulator

BELLE
takes the towel Ed gets her from the rack just outside the UCS and mops her
face with it. She winces as she gets around her left eye.

JIM: (Voice over)

The sting around the orbit of my left eye made me
wonder if I’d have a black eye in the morning.

BELLE:

Ah haven’t sworn anything, except for the four
letter word variety.

GEOFFREY:
(Thoughtfully)

Yes, that’s something else I’ve been meaning to
bring up. You’re a cop now, Jennifer. I want you to work on
cleaning up your language in uniform.

BELLE:
(Rolls eyes)

You’re kidding me, right? Ah get drafted, sex
changed, and dropped from college in the same week. But that’s not
enough? Ah have to keep mah life rated G while Ah parade around in fist
fights wearing spandex? What about the First Amendment Mr.
Patriot?

GEOFFREY:
(Dead pan)

Mr. Patriot works out of Boston.

(BEAT)

I’m not the only super hero wearing a flag
either, Southern Belle. Further, I won’t care if you swear like a
long shore man. It will make getting those family friendly endorsements
that much harder, which your contract does allow by the way. I’ll also
only doc you a hundred bucks for each complaint. How’s that?

BELLE:
(Outraged)

Fines for cussing?

Interior angle: The ready room
outside the Urban Combat Simulator

GEOFFREY
shakes his head.

GEOFFREY:

No Belle, fines for complaints about your
language. Read your draft order again. Under the section labeled
Deportment and Professionalism. See you upstairs.

Interior angle: The ready room
outside the Urban Combat Simulator

EXIT GEOFFREY and ED.

GINNEVIA: (Snickering)

Welcome to
the Super Real World.

Interior angle: The ready room
outside the Urban Combat Simulator

BELLE angrily pantomimes quite a
tirade as she slams the towel into the hamster with far more force than is
needed.

JIM: (Voice over)

I satisfied my urges for profanity for a full
minute before I got my temper under control again. I was becoming
concerned how hard it was to keep my temper in this new body.

BELLE:

How do ya’ll put up with this?

Interior angle: The ready room
outside the Urban Combat Simulator

GINNEVIA shrugs as she leads BELLE
through a door marked

WOMEN’S SHOWER

BELLE pauses noticeably for a
moment; years of upbringing keeping her from entering until she manages to
force herself enter. There are four stalls with doors, four sinks and a
doorway that led into the shower area. It was all in a rather drab tile
floor and walls with a drop ceiling.

GINNEVIA:

You get used to it, I guess. The money isn’t
too bad, and it beats the alternative.

BELLE:

Ah’d say this was all still a bit above and beyond
the call of duty. Ah didn’t ask to be a cop. Ah didn’t ask to be a
role model either, and now Ah have to be both.

GINNEVIA:

Look, I’m sorry about the way I acted
yesterday. You just had a fairly major trauma and I took advantage of
you.”

Interior angle: The women’s
shower outside the Urban Combat Simulator

GINNEVIA
sticks out her hand which was concealed in a black lace glove with the index
and pinky fingers missing. After a moment of thought BELLE takes
it. A tingle flows through BELLE as their hands meet and a hazy outline in
BELLE’s shape separated from her, then collapses into a cloud and swirls down
the drain of one of the sinks.

BELLE:

What the fudge!

Interior angle: The women’s
shower outside the Urban Combat Simulator

BELLE snatches her hand from
GINNEVIA and raises it for the mother of all haymakers. GINNEVIA throws up her hands to ward off the
blow.

GINNEVIA:

It’s not what you think! I was just doing you a favor!

Interior angle: The women’s
shower outside the Urban Combat Simulator

BELLE guardedly lowers her
fist. GINNEVIA, realizing violence isn’t
forthcoming, stands up.

GINNEVIA:

I thought I’d save you the time of a shower so I
telekinetically removed all of the dirt and dead cells from you. That’s
what you saw going down the drain. Sorry, I guess I should have warned
you.

JIM: (Voice over)

Come to think of it, I did feel remarkably fresh
and clean. Even my uniform felt like it was fresh from the dryer.

Interior angle: The women’s
shower outside the Urban Combat Simulator

The two share a nervous giggle as
BELLE sticks out her hand again.

BELLE:

Ah’m sorry too. Maybe we should start
over and just be friends. Jennifer
Anderson.

Interior angle: The women’s
shower outside the Urban Combat Simulator

The
two shake hands.

GINNEVIA:

Ginnevia Brown. Pleased to meet you.

BELLE:
(Mock formal)

So, Miss Brown, Ah’m something of a flying brick to
use the generic term for strong, difficult to hurt people. What can ya’ll
tell me about mah team mates?

GINNEVIA:
(Mock formal)

Well, Miss Anderson, please call me Ginnevia.

BELLE:

Only if ya’ll will call me Jennifer.

GINNEVIA:

Of course, Jennifer. Well, my powers are
based around the mind. I can influence the weak minded as well as project
images of things that aren’t there, or alter a memory to protect a secret
identity as you saw the other day. Marshall Graham, our boss the American
Eagle is something of a frustrated engineer. His exposure to MS gave him
some kind of weird science inventor bit. He made that costume of his, along
with all of his gadgets and most of ours as well.

Interior angle: The women’s
shower outside the Urban Combat Simulator

BELLE nods to GINNEVIA’s monologue
as she opens her locker and begins to dress in her JENNIFER clothes.

GINNEVIA:

Regina Many Pockets, or Spirit Wolf, the
benefactress of your good will is Cherokee and a rather accomplished martial
artist. She can pull off all those cheesy moves you’ve seen in those Hong
Kong martial arts movies and make it look easy. I gathered you’re already
pretty chummy with Cavalry so, moving right along there’s Gravity, or Abin el’
Mohammad. He’s what we call an Energy Manipulator in the trade, his
specialty is Gravity Waves. He can use them to fly, entangle others, or
as an offensive coherent beam.

Interior angle: The women’s
shower outside the Urban Combat Simulator

BELLE turns to respond to GINNEVIA,
but before she can speak she moans and doubles over in pain. GINNEVIA rushes over to help her, concerned.

GINNEVIA:

Are you all right?

JENNIFER:
(In great pain)

No…

Interior angle: The women’s
shower outside the Urban Combat Simulator

JENNIFER, despite help from
GINNEVIA falls to her knees, obviously in agony.

JIM: (Voice over)

I’d spent two days nearly completely free of
pain and I was rapidly forgetting how to deal with it.

JENNIFER:

Mah belly is on fire. Ah think Ah might have
hurt mah self in there.

GINNEVIA:
(Confused)

All of a sudden like this?

Interior angle: The women’s
shower outside the Urban Combat Simulator

Close up of GINNEVIA who has understanding
in her eyes.

GINNEVIA:

You’re not
hurt, Jennifer. Welcome to the club girl. You’re menstruating.

Interior angle: The women’s
shower outside the Urban Combat Simulator

JENNIFER looks agast and wanting to
deny GINNEVIA’s prognosis, but suddenly her stomach puts the argument to rest
as she rushes into one of the stalls from which we hear retching sounds.

WIPE

SCENE TWO

Interior angle: The women’s
shower outside the Urban Combat Simulator

A montage sequence of JENNIFER and
GINNEVIA finishing their absolutions in silence to a voice over plays. From the sequence, we see GINNEVIA giving
JENNIFER a small white tube and appears to be offering instruction about it.

JIM: (Voice over)

Well isn’t this just peachy? Day three as a
woman was day one of being on the rag. You’d think I’d have a month or
more to get ready for this special little gift from Mother Nature, but
no, let’s get the fun stuff out of the way right up front.

After several minutes of confession at the porcelain
alter, I was well enough to be grateful for the tampon Ginnevia produced from
her purse as well as being able to listen to her quick lecture on how to use
it. Thank God I had a new uniform which opened in the front.

Interior angle: The women’s
shower outside the Urban Combat Simulator

The montage sequence ends with
JENNIFER leaving the stall after the instruction on the tampon. Her face is ashen and she is shaking
noticeably.

GINNEVIA:

You ok?

Interior angle: The women’s
shower outside the Urban Combat Simulator

JENNIFER forces an unconvincing nod
of the affirmative.

GINNEVIA:

I know how
you feel girl. I started at twelve and Mom hadn’t gotten up the nerve for
that little talk yet. Can you imagine the look on her face when I told
her in the kitchen I’d hurt myself but it didn’t hurt?

JENNIFER;
(Shaken)

Ah’m just not ready for this yet.

GINNEVIA:

None of us are, Jennifer. We just get used to
it. You’ll have to deal with this for another twenty years or so.

JENNIFER:
(Maudlin)

There’s a bonus to look forward to. Will it always hurt this much?

Interior angle: The women’s
shower outside the Urban Combat Simulator

JENNIFER finishes dressing while
GINNEVIA shrugs.

GINNEVIA:

As I recall,
my first periods were the worst, then I got used to them. Some women have
a rough time of it their whole lives. I’d ask your mom. What ever
she experienced is what you’ll probably go through.

JENNIFER:

There’s a conversation I’m not looking forward to.

GINNEVIA:
(Fearful)

While we’re on the subject, keep in mind that your
used tampons are a biohazard. You’re MS positive now, so you have to be
extremely careful not to further spread it.

(BEAT)

That
includes your sex life, you know.

JENNIFER:

No worries there.

(BEAT)

Why do Ah think Ah’m about to be really pissed off?

Interior angle: The women’s
shower outside the Urban Combat Simulator

GINNEVIA sheepishly grins and it
becomes apparent that JENNIFER is boiling into a rage.

GINNEVIA:
(Fearfully)

By law, you can only have a sexual relationship
with someone who is either already MS positive, or passes the background checks
for a new MS positive person. Now, the list of MS positive people is
pretty big. In addition to every hero out there, there are normal cops
who have been give Mckimpson 2A and any combat arms branch soldier who would
have been exposed to Mckimpson 1F.

JENNIFER:
(Out raged)

Ah have to ask permission to have sex?

Interior angle: The women’s
shower outside the Urban Combat Simulator

GINNEVIA
blinks in astonishment.

GINNEVIA:

Wow, you do adjust quickly. I had you
figured for being celibate for at least a year, maybe two.

Interior angle: The women’s
shower outside the Urban Combat Simulator

JENNIFER begins to pace with all
the calm of a hungry tiger who’s been worked over with a cattle prod.

JIM: (Voice over)

I fumed, flashing between terror at the prospect of
having sex with a man to white hot rage over being told if I found someone I
was comfortable enough with that they might not be up to snuff to be exposed to
MS.

JENNIFER:
(Angered)

Who, the hell, do they think they are?

GINNEVIA:

Jennifer, MS is in every fluid of your body
now. It can be absorbed through the skin just like it did with you.
How would you feel if you found Mr. or Miss Right and had them land in your
boat just now?

JENNIFER:
(Still angered)

That’s not the point! Ah didn’t get a choice about this. But
not getting a choice about who Ah might want to share mah bed with?
That’s an outrage!

Interior angle: The women’s
shower outside the Urban Combat Simulator

JENNIFER storms out of the shower,
GINNEVIA rushing after her.

CUT

SCENE THREE

Interior angle: a traveling shot
of the HQ of the Stone Mountain Irregulars

A traveling montage of JENNIFER
easily out distancing GINNEVIA with her flight, despite GINNEVIA’s
teleportation power. The sequence ends
with JENNIFER’s stormy arrival in THE ROUND ROOM of the HQ. Through out the halls are various SOLDIERS,
BUREAUCRATS and CITIZENS. No one seems
to want to get into JENNIFER’s way.
Present in the ROUND ROOM are GEOFFREY, ED and REGINA obviously just
back from the hospital.

JENNIFER:
(Enraged)

You son of a…

Interior
angle: the Round Room of the HQ

GEOFFREY
smoothly interrupts JENNIFER while calmly shuffling the papers he was going
over.

GEOFFREY:

Hello Jennifer. I see Ginnevia gave you the
biohazard lecture.

JENNIFER:

How did you…?

Interior
angle: the Round Room of the HQ

JENNIFER
grinds to a halt as she notices that ED won’t meet her gaze. This seems to make her more angry.

JENNIFER:

You
smelled it, didn’t you?

Interior
angle: the Round Room of the HQ

ED
nods without answering or looking up.
JENNIFER wheels back on GEOFFREY.

JENNIFER:

Who do you think you are?

Interior
angle: the Round Room of the HQ

GEOFFREY
remains a terrifyingly stillness to his calm as he stares down the outraged
young woman.

GEOFFREY:

I think I’m the Untied States Marshal for the South
East. Which means I’m responsible for the enforcement of laws designed at
regulation of Paranormals and the containment of Mckimpson Strain. And if
I think there is a danger of unregulated outbreak of that disorder, I think
I’ll have who ever I believe is a danger to my country locked up in Fort
Leavenworth. Is that in any way unclear?

JENNIFER:

You’ve got no right…!

Interior
angle: the Round Room of the HQ

GEOFFREY
stands from the head of the table, his own voicing rising to mimic his new
posture. It’s obvious he’ll broach no
insubordination on this topic.

GEOFFREY:

I have every right, Belle. Don’t you ever
forget that. My team, by Uncle Sam’s Rules, or it’s a one way ticket to
the Paranormal Wing of Fort Leavenworth Federal Penitentiary. No
trial, no jury, just my word and you’re done, got that?

JENNIFER:
(Low, outraged and
rebellious)

Ah am a citizen of the United States. I have
the right to a trial by a jury of mah peers and the presumption of innocence
until proven otherwise.

GEOFFREY:
(Calming, nearly
remorseful)

James Michael Anderson was a citizen of the United
States with those rights. Jennifer Marie Anderson, also known as Southern
Belle is a conscript of the Paranormal Regulatory Agency under Executive Order
1477 and as such is government property, subject to the rules of said Agency
with a suspension of all Constitutional Rights save those the Agency chooses
to allow at its sole discretion.

JENNIFER:

How, the hell, do you suspend an unalienable right?

GEOFFREY:

With the stroke of a pen.

Interior
angle: the Round Room of the HQ

ABIN
enters the room, a cup of steaming coffee in his hands.

ABIN:

At least we are paid well. In my native
Egypt, for example, people such as we are kept in what is called an apartment,
but is more like a cell until pulled out to do something for the
government. They are not allowed to have any sort of private life.
This American way of doing things is something of a blessing of Allah, to me at
least.

Interior
angle: the Round Room of the HQ

GINNEVIA
rushes in, slightly out of breath.

GINNEVIA:

Sorry, Geoffrey. I guess I blew it.

JENNIFER:

Is this what he’s holding over all of you? Mah way or the grey bar hotel?

Interior
angle: the Round Room of the HQ

JENNIFER
searches the faces of her teammates, but no one seems to want to meet her gaze.

JIM: (Voice over)

My rage cooled into an infinite sadness at my lot
in life.

JENNIFER: (Whispered)

Ah thought better of ya’ll.

GEOFFREY:
(Softly)

Jennifer, It’s not as bad as all that…

JENNIFER:
(Angry again)

You! You shut up! You want it this way, Mr. Red white and
blue?

Interior
angle: the Round Room of the HQ

JENNIFER
snatches off her sweater revealing the top of her uniform underneath it and
throws the garment into the chair that has her name on it.

JENNIFER:

That’s just fine with me!

Interior
angle: the Round Room of the HQ

JENNIFER
rips off her jeans and sends them to join the sweater.

ED:

You don’t
want to do this, Jennifer.

BELLE:

Do what? Be
a good girl and play by the rules? Ah thought that’s what Uncle Sam there
wanted? Yeah, that’s right; Ah’ll play
by your rules. Ah have a family to think about too. But don’t ya’ll
think for a moment Ah won’t do everything in mah power to change this.

GEOFFREY:

There’s nothing against that in your draft order. Not that it will do you a lick of good,
you’re welcome to try.

JENNIFER:

We’ll see.

Interior
angle: the Round Room of the HQ

BELLE
spins on her heel and begins to storm out but is halted by ED’s fearful voice.

ED:

Belle, where are you going?

BELLE:

Away from here!

Interior
angle: the Round Room of the HQ

BELLE
storms out.

CUT

SCENE
FOUR

Exterior
angle: the sky above I575 south of Canton

BELLE
is flying north in a traveling helicopter shot interspersed with ground angles.

JIM: (Voice over)

I wasn’t really thinking as I flew away from my
tormentors. I had no real direction,
though some subconscious reflex had started me north towards my parent’s house
in Canton. In a very real sense I
suppose, I wanted to go home and, for a little while at least, be with my
mother and father and forget about the strangeness in my life.

Exterior
angle: the sky above I575 south of Canton

A
tree cames flying up out of the seemingly endless forest that was
North Georgia. BELLE tries to dodge, but the tree still
clipped her causing her to tumble to the ground. BELLE dugs a swath about
a hundred feet long into the median between the interstate lanes, coming to a
stop against a bridge abutment for an over pass.

As
she tries to regain her feet, SOVEREIGN floats into frame, a somewhat
apologetic look on his face as he settles to the ground with a very elegant bow
of greeting.

SOVEREIGN:

Hello, Belle.

BELLE:

Sovereign, as Ah live and breath, ya’ll sure know
how to make an entrance.

Exterior
angle: the median along I575 south of Canton

SOVEREIGN
chuckles as he offers BELLE his arm to steady her. She declines, standing on her own and looking
about to see who’s with the villain.

SOVEREIGN:

You’ll have to forgive Randal. He doesn’t
take very well to being bested. The fact of you being of the fairer sex
as well has hurt his pride quite a bit. My apologies.

BELLE:

You know, over a hundred years ago there was a
Yankee by the name of Alexander Graham Bell. He invented this gizmo
called the telephone. Maybe you’ve heard of it? Let’s people get in
touch with other without tossing trees around.

Exterior
angle: the median along I575 south of Canton

SOVEREIGN
laughs once more as POWERBALL joins the two in a series of leaps of several
hundred yards each.

SOVEREIGN:

You have your mother’s gift of sarcasm I see.
That’s good. Have you spoken with her, yet? I gathered by your trip
up here you’re just coming to understand the ‘laws’ being placed on you without
the trouble of those pesky ‘rights’ we’re supposed to have. Given some
thought to my offer, have you?

BELLE:

Ah might not like mah lot in life, sir, but Ah am
not a criminal or a terrorist.

SOVEREIGN:

Neither am I. I am a patriot of a new
country. Terrorists are patriots that lose. I don’t intend to lose.

BELLE:

Such humility! I’m honored to stand in your
presence, sir!

Exterior
angle: the median along I575 south of Canton

SOVEREIGN
chuckles again, refusing to rise to BELLE’s baiting.

JIM: (Voice over)

To be honest, after the way the entire team seemed
to be scared spit less of this jerk, I was beginning to wish we could just
commence to fighting so I could get this over with and lose. I maintained
no fantasies that any other outcome was forthcoming.

SOVEREIGN:

Belle, you misunderstand me. You think of me
as you have been taught. You are the hero; Randal here and I are the
villains so therefore a bout of fisticuffs is in the offering. No, my
dear, my powers are far more insidious to your American Eagle. I offer words.
Words are where ideas begin, eyes become opened and empires begin to be
toppled. I am the personification of anger against the status quo.
That is why he fears me.

BELLE:

Sir, Ah am just a simple country girl. Ah
care naught for revolutions or revolutionaries. Ah’m just looking to pay
mah bills and be left alone. Now, if you and tall, dark and dumb there
will kindly move along, Ah’d be right obliged.

POWERBALL:

Let me work her over, boss…

Exterior
angle: the median along I575 south of Canton

POWERBALL
takes a menacing step forward but is stopped but a gesture from SOVEREIGN.

SOVEREIGN:

Randal, how many times must I remind you that I do
the thinking and the speaking while you do the acting? Is that so hard to
remember?

JIM: (Voice over)

I wasn’t sure how powerful Sovereign was, or for
that matter what all his powers were. But the fact that he could take
that tone with Power Ball, and have Power Ball let him without so much
as a glance was certainly intimidating.

Exterior
angle: the median along I575 south of Canton

Sound
effect of the pop of MORTAGAIN’s
teleportation and suddenly the entire Irregulars are surrounding BELLE, facing
down SOVEREIGN and POWERBALL.

AMERICAN
EAGLE:

Sovereign, by the powers placed in me
by the President of the United States, I place you under arrest!

Exterior
angle: the median along I575 south of Canton

SOVEREIGN
sighs and rolls his eyes as one of long suffering a fool.

SOVEREIGN:

Not this again, Geoffrey. Are you so afraid
your new conscript will take my message to heart? Or is it something else
you fear?

CAVALRY:

Put up your hands and remove the Eye of Horus!

Exterior
angle: the median along I575 south of Canton

CAVALRY
steps forward, putting himself between BELLE and SOVEREIGN, his ears back in
anger and his fists clinched. He is
obviously spoiling for a fight.

SOVEREIGN:
(To the AMERICAN EAGLE)

We can do this the hard way if you insist, but I
won’t be held responsible for what happens after, Geoffrey. I’m warning
you. Leave now and give me my moment with Belle, or so help me, you’ll
regret it.

AMERICAN
EAGLE:

You’re going to be held responsible for every crime
you’ve committed, Albert. Including attempting to threaten a sworn
officer from his duty just now.

BELLE:
(Confused)

Albert?

Exterior
angle: the median along I575 south of Canton

SOVEREIGN
winks at BELLE, obviously unfazed by this turn of events.

SOVEREIGN:

You can call me Al. Alright, Geoffrey, we’ll
do it your way. Trapdoor!

Exterior
angle: the median along I575 south of Canton

There
is another pop and now the sides are
even as SOVEREIGN has been re-enforced with TRAPDOOR, CALLYPSO and MELTDOWN.

SOVEREIGN:
(Triumphant)

Still want to do this the hard way, Geoffrey?

Exterior
angle: the median along I575 south of Canton

A
rock sails up into frame, striking SOVEREIGN across the forehead, knocking
loose the circlet and ruby he wears. The
Eye of Horus sails away from both groups then does a hard 180 and flies into
MORTAGAIN’s outstretched hand. CAVALRY
lowers his leg from the kick that sent the rock out and raises both fists.

CAVALRY:

This is your last chance to surrender, Sovereign.

SOVEREIGN:

You’ll pay for that, son!

Exterior
angle: the median along I575 south of Canton

Camera
trucks to a close up of CAVALRY’s resolute face.

CAVALRY: (Snarling)

Come get some!

SOVEREIGN:

Randal, take your team and retrieve my crown.
Do not harm them permanently.

Exterior
angle: the median along I575 south of Canton

POWERBALL
cracks his knuckles loudly.

POWERBALL:

Time for your spanking, sonny boy.

CAVALRY:

The only spanking you’re going to be doing is of
the monkey variety!

Exterior
angle: the median along I575 south of Canton

CAVALRY
and POWERBALL circle each other then commense to fighting, along with the rest
of the group. And they fought.

A
long take of the fight proceeds to the voice over.

JIM: (Voice over)

From there,
I must confess, things got a bit confusing.

People started squaring off and tossing barbs, then
blows in a big confusing jumble. It’s not as neat and orderly as you see
it in the comics. You know this guy says a complete line, then the other
guy’s response then Wham! Rinse and repeat as necessary.
Nope, this was everybody talking and hitting at once. More like something
you’d see on Cops with the confusing camera motion and the yelling all
at once so you can’t really make anything out.

Then it was over while I was still trying to figure
out what I was supposed to be doing. The bad guys were all gone and us
good guys were standing about in something of a victorious daze.

SPIRIT
WOLF:

Where’s Mortagain?

AMERICAN
EAGLE:
(Worried)

She’s not answering my mental calls.

GRAVITY:

They must have taken her in the struggle!

BELLE:
(Shouting)

Settle down!

(BEAT)

It’s five o’clock, ya’ll and we’re standing in the median of an
interstate. Unless we want to back up traffic for miles and piss off
every commuter heading north, we need to have this conversation some where
else.

Exterior
angle: the median along I575 south of Canton

CAVALRY
blinks, then chuckles.

CAVALRY:

She’s right. Got any place near by, Belle?

Exterior
angle: the median along I575 south of Canton

BELLE
sighs with resignation.

JIM: (Voice over)

I hope my invulnerability will protect my backside
from the whipping I was sure to get over this.

BELLE:

Mah parents live not too far from here….

WIPE

EPISODE
FOUR

SCENE ONE

Exterior
angle: Night; the Anderson home

Camera
wipes in to a tight close up of a white, four paneled door with a traditional
brass knocker that opens to reveal JJ ANDERSON.
JJ is 54 and in shape but slightly paunchy and sports a full head of
prematurely gray-white hair. He wears a
black, sateen jacket that has his initials embroidered on the left breast over
the Lockheed C-130 Logo. He starts at
who is at his door step.

JJ:

Aren’t you kids a bit early for Halloween?

Exterior
angle: Night; the Anderson home

Camera
pans to show the front porch of a modest sub-urban home with a small crowd of
Super Heroes standing around BELLE in the foreground. Behind her are the AMERICAN EAGLE, CAVALRY,
SPIRIT WOLF and GRAVITY. BELLE
sheepishly waves.

BELLE:

Hi dad. Um,
these are mah new friends.

Exterior
angle: Night; the Anderson home

JJ
does a double take and goes pale.

JJ:

Jim?

BELLE:

It’s, uh, Jennifer now dad. Can we come in? Sorry for the lack of notice.

Exterior
angle: Night; the Anderson home

With
a great force of will, JJ forces himself to one side. The group files in as he shouts past them,
into the house.

JJ:

Marie! We
have company!

MARIE:
(Out of frame)

Oh?

Interior
angle: the front hall of the Anderson Home.

MARIE
ANDERSON comes down the hallway, causing a minor traffic jam in the hall. She is 42, tall and relentlessly in
shape. She is the benefactress of
BELLE’s red hair and green eyes. She and
BELLE have an awkward hug as BELLE is now taller than her mother.

MARIE:

Jennifer! Welcome
home, love! Come in, all of you.

Interior
angle: Night; the front hall of the Anderson home

MARIE
turns to the AMERICAN EAGLE who is in the process of removing his helmet.

MARIE:

Geoffrey, are you taking good care of my baby?

AMERICAN
EAGLE:

As well as the law allows, ma’am.

MARIE:

You’d better if you know what’s good for you! Come in to the parlor, everyone. I’ll have some coffee in a few minutes. JJ, go put on a pot of coffee!

Interior
angle: the front hall of the Anderson Home.

MARIE
leads the group in the front parlor, filled with expensive looking furnature in
the Queen Anne style, mostly white fabric with gold thread inlay in a floral
pattern over deeply stained cherry wood.
MARIE takes care getting everyone seated, save for the AMERICAN EAGLE
who, with his wings, is forced to stand.

JIM: (Voice over)

Like a good number of Southern homes, I hadn’t been
allowed much into the parlor. It
contained the ‘good’ furniture, as mom put it.
As a young boy, stepping foot in there would have merited a weeks
grounding.

MARIE:

So, Is this a social visit, or…?

AMERICAN
EAGLE:

I’m very sorry to have to intrude, Marie. We’ve just come from a battle with Sovereign.
He’s taken one of the team, a young girl
by the name of Mortagain.

MARIE:

Your mentalist.

Interior
angle: the parlor of the Anderson Home.

AMERICAN
EAGLE:

Belle offered your home to re-group in so as to not
tie up traffic on 575.

Interior
angle: the parlor of the Anderson Home.

MARIE
beams a smile at BELLE over her choice of hero identity.

MARIE:

You’re welcome, of course, Geoffrey. If you will all excuse me, I’ll just go help
JJ with that coffee. Please make
yourselves at home.

BELLE:

Uh, Ah can do that, Mom!

Interior
angle: the parlor of the Anderson Home.

Before
MARIE can argue BELLE stands and exits.
Traveling shot of BELLE making her way through the house to the kitchen.

JIM: (Voice over)

It was obvious mom knew both the ins and outs of
the team, as well as Geoffrey on some level.
While she didn’t want to leave, her sense of manners was forcing her to
do so

Interior
angle: the kitchen of the Anderson Home.

JJ
is going through the motions of making coffee while obviously dealing with a
deep emotional shock. BELLE cautiously
enters.

BELLE:

Dad?

JJ:

Oh, Ji…Jennifer, how are you?

BELLE:

Ah’m ok, Ah guess.
Did mom tell you what happened?

Interior
angle: the kitchen of the Anderson Home.

JJ
nods as he gets down a canister of sugar to fill a nice sugar bowl. It matches the rest of the coffee service.

JJ:

Yes, she did.
I, uh, I guess I was a little surprised by the reality of it.

(BEAT)

Is there not
anything they can do?

BELLE:

That’s not the impression Ah got.

JJ:

Your accent has gotten stronger.

BELLE:

Ah think it’s because of the way mah voice changed.

Interior
angle: the kitchen of the Anderson Home.

JJ
stops filling the sugar bowl and looks at his child in the eye for the first
time.

JJ:

Son, I want you to know I’m proud of what you
did. I know this wasn’t your fault and
couldn’t be helped, but you made your mother and me very proud when we saw the
clips on the news. I’m trying to make
you feel comfortable about all this, but I guess I’m not doing such a good job,
huh?

BELLE:
(Breaking down)

Oh, Dad, Ah’m so sorry this all happened! Ah know how mortified you must be over
this! Ah’m so sorry. Ah wish Ah had just run.

JJ:

That’s not how we raised you, Jennifer. I’m not mortified by you, son. I might wish you’d dress a bit more modestly
perhaps, but since you got that from your mother, I guess I’m out voted.

Interior
angle: the kitchen of the Anderson Home.

BELLE
nearly chokes as a sob turns into a snort of laughter. JJ places his hand on BELLE’s shoulder in a
significant gesture.

JIM: (Voice over)

My dad had worked with his hands his entire
life. They were huge and probably almost
as strong as mine were.

JJ:

If you had run, son, if you’d let that girl bleed
to death, then I’d be ashamed of you.
The Lord puts nothing on us we can’t handle. I can’t say why this has happened, but it
has. I want my daughter to hold her head
up with pride. I’m proud of her, so she
better be proud too.

Interior
angle: the kitchen of the Anderson Home.

JJ
reaches to wipe away BELLE’s tears causing her to jerk away in fear.

BELLE:

Don’t! Ah
don’t want you infected, Daddy. Mah
tears have it. All of me has it. Ah can’t…!

JJ:

…Infect me.
Sweetie, you can’t infect me.

BELLE:
(Confused)

Huh?

JJ:

The Army was how I paid for college. I was an Airborne Ranger. I have Mckimpson 2A. Had it since I graduated Ranger school.

BELLE:

But, then how could I…?

Interior
angle: the kitchen of the Anderson Home.

JJ
smiles a kindly smile, more at ease now that he’s back on familiar, fatherly
territory. He retrieves a dish towel
from its rack and wipes away her tears.

JJ:

2A doesn’t transmit either genetically or in my
blood. It makes me a bit faster and a
bit stronger, it also makes me immune to everything from Anthrax to the common
cold and…?

BELLE:

All other strains of Mckimpson.

Interior
angle: the kitchen of the Anderson Home.

BELLE
sweeps JJ into a hug so fierce his back pops.

BELLE:

Oh, Daddy, Ah feel so alone. Ah don’t know what to do anymore! You wouldn’t believe the restrictions they
put on me! They…

Interior
angle: the kitchen of the Anderson Home.

BELLE
can’t finish as she doubles over in pain much to her father’s alarm.

JIM: (Voice over)

If I could choose between menstrual cramps and
fighting Power Ball, I’d pick the fight every day and twice on Sunday.

JJ: (Alarmed, shouting at the end)

Jennifer?
Marie! I need help! Jennifer’s hurt!

Interior
angle: the kitchen of the Anderson Home.

The
entire team comes running into the kitchen, ready for war, much to BELLE’s
continued discomfort over her problem.

MARIE:

Honey? JJ,
call an ambulance!”

BELLE:
(Gasping)

Ah don’t need an ambulance!

MARIE:

You’re not playing selfless with me, young lady! Geoffrey, what’s the meaning of you not
getting her to a doctor?

AMERICAN
EAGLE:

Marie, it’s not what you think…

Interior
angle: the kitchen of the Anderson Home.

Camera
pans over to JJ who is on the phone, frantic with the operator.

JJ:

I need an ambulance!

JIM: (Voice over)

There is no justice.

BELLE:
(Shouting)

Ah’m on
the rag!

Interior
angle: the kitchen of the Anderson Home.

Silence
falls on the room with the force of an atomic bomb as the team stares at their
pain racked comrade.

JJ:

Um, I’m sorry to have troubled you, officer; we don’t
need that ambulance after all.

JIM: (Voice over)

I have never been so embarrassed in my entire life.

WIPE

SCENE TWO

Exterior
angle: night; the front porch of the ANDERSON home

Camera
cranes down from an establishing shot to a medium shot of BELLE looking very
irate on the porch swing while JJ and CAVALRY are standing on the front lawn,
smoking cigars.

JIM: (Voice over)

I sat on the porch swing (it’s required by ordnance
down here) fuming at my lot in life while Dad and Ed talked quietly a few feet
off smoking cigars. Dad picked up the
habit in the Army, not that mom would ever
let him indulge in the house, but she hadn’t been able to break him of it
either. It’s hard to hold cancer over
the head of someone basically immune to disease. Ed, I think, got started mostly because
cigars are somewhat of a requirement out Hollywood way and as an up and coming
film maker, Ed desperately wanted
into Hollywood.

That and Dad doesn’t skimp on his cigars.

Special
angle notation:

A
montage sequence starts with the rest of the team pantomiming their plans to
locate MORTAGAIN. MARIE withdraws from
the group as an argument silently breaks out between BELLE and the AMERICAN
EAGLE. There is a hard pan to reveal
MARIE in an all black body stocking with a copy of BELLE’s utlity belt and a
mask that covers her face completely but lets her red hair flow free.

Close
up of JJ who rolls his eyes.

JIM: (Voice over)

The rest of the team, including mom was off saving Mortagain. The rookie was dubbed a danger and got left
behind. Ed had the dubious position of
being the one person on the team, thus far, able to talk sense to the
aforementioned rookie so he got nominated to baby-sit.

I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that Mom keeps
backups of her costumes. And as she’d
passed the Southern Belle mantle off on me, I therefore shouldn’t be surprised
she’d already set up a new gig for just this sort of emergency. What rankled was the thought that wouldn’t
leave my head that I got sidelined because it was that time of the month.

I hadn’t even been a super hero a month yet for the
love of Pete!

CAVALRY:

It won’t change a thing, the more you stew over
it. There’s no sense getting bent,
Jennifer.

BELLE:

Ah get left at home, after all that’s happened to
me, so mah mother can go confront the
asshole who seems to think a little one on one with me is just the thing for me
to switch sides, but that’s nothing to get bent over? What, the hell, is Ed?”

JJ: (Sharply)

Watch your mouth, young lady.

BELLE:
(Exploding)

Or what, dad? You’ll spank
me? You’ll wash mah mouth out?

JJ:

No, I’ll complain to your boss.

BELLE:
(Sarcastically)

Geez, hit a girl where it hurts why don’t ya? What ever shall Ah do without those hundred
bucks?

CAVALRY:

Uh, Jennifer? That fine isn’t per instance, it’s per
complaint.

Exterior
angle: night; the front porch of the ANDERSON home

BELLE
considers this as JJ chuckles darkly.

JJ:

Want me to fire up that email bot I got off
line? I can set it for any number between
one and ten thousand messages…

JIM: (Voice over)

Well, he
wasn’t an engineer for nothing I suppose.

BELLE:
(Meekly)

Sorry, dad.

Exterior
angle: night; the front porch of the ANDERSON home

BELLE
gasps as a vision appears to her, being super imposed over her astonished
face. The image begins with a road sign
that reads

Canton Highway

Sandy Plains Rd SW

CAVALRY:
(Worried)

Jennifer?

Exterior
angle: night; the front porch of the ANDERSON home

BELLE
waves at him to be quiet as the super imposed vision continues to play. Camera is in the back of a large SUV. We see it make the turn into a fairly new
office park on Sandy Plains just after crossing the rail road tracks. The vehicle comes to a stop and the view becomes
somewhat frantic. Then Power Ball came
into the line of vision. His mouth moves,
but we can’t hear what he says. Then his
massive hand makes a slapping gesture at the camera and the vision endes
sharply.

CAVALRY:

Jennifer?
Are you ok?

Exterior
angle: night; the front porch of the ANDERSON home

BELLE
nods.

BELLE:

Can Mortagain project images? Into your mind, Ah mean?

Exterior
angle: night; the front porch of the ANDERSON home

CAVALRY
nods

BELLE:

Ah know where she is.

CAVALRY:

Right, where?
Give me your communicator.

BELLE:

What’s wrong with yours?

Exterior
angle: night; the front porch of the ANDERSON home

CAVALRY
shakes a pouch on his belt that rattles ominously.

JIM: (Voice over)

You know, electronics shouldn’t rattle like
that. The only problem was…

BELLE:

Mine is on the belt loop of mah jeans.

CAVALRY:

The jeans you ripped off in tizzy and left back at
the base?

Well, that’s just great.

BELLE:
(Standing)

Well, she ain’t gonna get saved with us standing
here jaw’n.

CAVALRY:

Maybe you missed the part where Geoffrey explicitly told us to wait here.

BELLE:

Maybe Ah don’t give a rat’s ass what Geoffrey
explicitly said or not. Ah know where our friend is being held by the poster
boys of Nasty of the Month. Ah don’t
have any way of making the American Rooster aware of where that is. And, unless you do, Ah have no intention of
making her have to stay their prisoner one second longer than it takes for me
to get there. Now, ya’ll can either
accept what you can’t change and help the poor, little old on the rag rookie,
or ya’ll can pound sand. Which is it?

JJ:

Can the poor normal get a thought in here? I
suppose it might not have occurred to you spandex types, but there’s this thing
called 9-1-1?

Exterior
angle: night; the front porch of the ANDERSON home

CAVALRY
and BELLE stare at each other.

JJ:

You call it and you get SWAT teams and even super
heroes when you really need it. So
surely they have Geoffrey’s number.

BELLE:

Sure, after about an hour of wait and run
around. Sounds like a plan for you,
dad. Me?
I’m heading out there. Ah guess
Ah’ll be playing the Cavalry. So is
Cavalry coming with me?

CAVALRY:
(Mumbling)

I can’t run as fast as you can fly.

BELLE:

Ya’ll don’t weight that much, Cavalry. Any
cracks about me riding your pony, though, and Ah swear Ah’ll drop you like
third year corner back trying to buck for free agent status.

Exterior
angle: night; the front porch of the ANDERSON home

CAVALRY
takes a drag off his cigar, resigned to his fate.

CAVALRY:

Is this a smoking flight?

UP WIPE

SCENE
THREE

Exterior
angle, night the roof of the Wendy’s on Sandy Plains Rd

Camera
is looking through a set of binoculars that paint everything in infrared; boxes
in the corners are labeled:

Motion Detector

Closed Circuit Video

And

Alarm Wire Master Circuit

The
hot figures of SOVEREIGN, POWERBALL, ARAMAGEDDON, TRAPDOOR and MELTDOWN can be
seen.

JIM: (Voice over)

A few hasty minutes of making sure dad had has much
info about the site as I could glean from the vision and one heart pounding
flight south later, the Equine Wonder and I were perched on the roof of a
Wendy’s that over looked the office park.
Out of Mom’s utility belt I took a pair of fold up night vision
binoculars that had a number of interesting other little tricks built into
them.

Exterior
angle, night the roof of the Wendy’s on Sandy Plains Rd

BELLE
passes the binoculars to CAVALRY who scans the buildings.

BELLE:

It’s a good thing mom is such a straight
arrow. Ah didn’t know they made things
like this.

CAVALRY:

They don’t as far as I know. Where did you get
these?

BELLE:

They were in the utility belt.

CAVALRY:

You have a really
cool mom.

(BEAT)

What’s she calling herself again?

BELLE:

Night Shade, Ah think. Night something anyway. So, why did Sovereign call you son? Was that a figure of speech kind of thing
or…?

Exterior
angle, night the roof of the Wendy’s on Sandy Plains Rd

CAVALRY
sighs noisily as he returns the binoculars to BELLE. BELLE returns the glasses to their case.

CAVALRY:

No, it’s a familial thing. Dad experimented on himself before he decided
I needed to be his guinea pig. He was
cool with the regulations until the Higher Ups found out about me. They took me when I was five. Grew up in orphanages and foster care mostly,
being shuffled around the country trying to keep me one step ahead of dad. But when he got the Eye of Horus back in
eighty eight was when he really lost it.

BELLE:

What’s up with that anyway? Take it off was the first thing you said to
him. Is it his power focus or something?

CAVALRY:

No, it’s just a big, honking ruby some body thought
would sound cool with an Egyptian name.
The tech guys tell me it focuses his brainwaves and makes his mind
control powers easier, but I really wouldn’t know. Since he stole it, every time I take it away
from him puts him into ‘Must recover my crown’ mode and makes him more
predicable. Otherwise it’s schitzo city
trying to figure out which way he’ll jump next.

BELLE:

So, how do we bust in there and get Mortagain?

CAVALRY:

We? You made
it quite clear this was your show
Miss I can Pound Sand. I’m just here for
moral support as my ideas got tossed twenty minutes ago.

BELLE:

Big help you are.

Exterior
angle, night the roof of the Wendy’s on Sandy Plains Rd

CAVALRY
sticks out his very long tongue at
BELLE.

JIM: (Voice over)

I’m not sure why I got a chill by how long it was,
but that wasn’t a line of thinking to be pursuing just then.

BELLE:

There’s the classic brick approach…

CAVALRY:

Make somebody a new door, posture in iambic
pentameter for a bit, and bust heads?
Not something I’d want to try when there’s five of them and only two of
us. And I should tell you Sovereign will
probably use his mind powers on you this time.
When he does, don’t hold it against me when I knock you out, ok?

BELLE:

What if he puts the mojo on you and Ah have to fix your little red wagon?

CAVALRY:

One, I’m a way
better fighter than you, no offense.
Two, he can’t. Our brain waves
are just close enough because we’re related that it’s like him trying to mind
control himself. So, sorry ahead of
time, ok?

BELLE:

Maybe we’re going about this all wrong… Just because we’re not Jackie Chan doesn’t
mean we can’t do this quiet and smart.

CAVALRY:

Quiet is arguable.
Smart is waiting for the others.

BELLE:

If they’ve got Mortagain, that means Sovereign has
his manhood back, right? The only reason
they pinched her was she had it. She
should be so much excess baggage now; maybe not even guarded that well while
the Crowned Heads try to cook up something to turn having her to their
advantage.

CAVALRY:

Sovereign is smarter than both of us and keeps
backups of his backups.

Exterior
angle, night the roof of the Wendy’s on Sandy Plains Rd

In
the distance, sirens can be heard as the police begin to arrive.

BELLE:

Yes, but now he has to deal with the boys in blue. Our distraction just arrived.

CAVALRY:

We can’t let Sovereign and his goons pound cops
while we do a bad ninja movie.

BELLE:

We can until there are three of us to their five
and we have a mentalist too…

Exterior
angle, night the roof of the Wendy’s on Sandy Plains Rd

BELLE
picks up CAVALRY and she flies over to the line of Cobb County Police Cruisers,
a SWAT van and another van that’s labeled:

A.E.G.I.S.

Area Emergency Georgia Interdiction and Support

CAVALRY:

I’m gonna get written up for this, I just know it.

JIM: (Voice over)

AEGIS was the State’s answer to Shield. They worked with the Irregulars, along with
the other Super Teams from around the state and were given over all
jurisdiction of Para-Normal Felons until one of the aforementioned teams could
show up.

Exterior
angle, night the center lane of
Sandy Plains Rd

The lead cruiser comes to a stop, right in the
middle of
Sandy Plains road where BELLE deposits Cavalry.

BELLE:

Keep them busy for as long as you can!

Exterior
angle, night the center lane of Sandy Plains Rd

BELLE
flies off with a wave to CAVALRY that he returns. Camera follows her in a helicopter shot she
takes in the situation. Below her,
CAVALRY and the POLICE OFFICERs surround the building. CAVALRY picks up a large Suburban and hurls
it into the building, knocking a huge hole.

BELLE
turns head down and flies through the roof of the building, right as the
villains are in the process of running outside to meet this new threat. The ware house is a large open space that is
out of a horror movie/mad scientist set.
There are vats of chemicals, Tesla Coils, high voltage transformers and
banks of computers.

JIM: (Voice over)

You know, I don’t have the slightest idea what half
of this stuff is for, but if I had to guess, I’d say it’s pretty important to
our old pal, Sovereign.

(BEAT)

Darn.

Interior
angle: night, SOVEREIGN’s lair.

SOVEREGN’s
minions are in the process of filing out to face CAVALRY when BELLE erupts
through the roof using POWERBALL who is standing next to the table that
MORTAGIN is strapped down to as a brake to stop with.

BELLE:

’Scuse me!

Interior
angle: night, SOVEREIGN’s lair.

POWERBALL
goes flying into the clump of SOVEREIGN’s minions, scattering them into the
walls and floor in various, painful looking positions. BELLE snatches up MORTAGIN and the table
she’s strapped to and flies back up out the hole she made in the roof.

Interior
angle: night, SOVEREIGN’s lair.

Camera
trucks to a close up of a very angry SOVEREIGN who, never-the-less has a look
of admiration on his face.

SOVEREIGN:
(Shouting)

After her!

Exterior
angle: night, SOVEREIGN’s lair.

MELTDOWN
gives chase as BELLE gets MORTAGAIN in one hand and the table in the
other. The table she drops, right into
MELTDOWN who tumbles back to Earth.

BELLE:

Bring help!

Exterior
angle: night, SOVEREIGN’s lair.

MORTAGAIN
teleports as BELLE pushes up both sleeves and flies back into the melee.

And the wizards fought

At
the height of this the rest of the Irregulars arrive giving SOVEREIGN the
excuse to make a tactical retreat with the aide of TRAPDOOR who blinks from
villain to villain, teleporting them away.

Interior
angle: night, SOVEREIGN’s lair.

BELLE
is grinning with the success of her plan even as the AMERICAN EAGLE lands and
walks over, his body language one who is about to give an explosive
lecture. Before he can begin, however,
the two are momentarily blinded by mini-spots as a crowd of REPORTERS descend
on them, throwing questions.

REPORTER
1:

“Southern Belle, how does it feel to come out of
retirement?”

REPORTER
2:

“American Eagle, what was the key to your victory?”

REPORTER
3:

“Belle, do you feel that your costume casts the
South in the negative light of hill billy bigots?”

BELLE: (Out raged)

Say what? What does
mah costume have to do with how the South is seen? Do Ah cast the movies that all have
Southerners portrayed as ignorant, inbred morons? It’s a costume, not a statement, boys!

REPORTER
3:

Then why do
you incorporate the Stars and Bars into your uniform?

BELLE:

First of all, this isn’t the Stars and Bars…

Interior
angle: night, SOVEREIGN’s lair.

The
AMERICAN EAGLE neatly elbows BELLE aside.

AMERICAN
EAGLE:

Ladies and Gentlemen, please, how many times must I
ask you to remember the Irregulars do not give post-incident interviews? Please step back behind the curtain and your
agencies will receive an official statement of tonight’s incident in the normal
channels.

Interior
angle: night, SOVEREIGN’s lair.

The
AMERICAN EAGLE hands the reporters off to regular POLICEMEN who escort the
REPORTERS away. He and BELLE stare at
one another for a long beat.

AMERICAN
EAGLE:

You and I need to have a discussion.

JIM: (Voice over)

Yes, it was going to be a very long night.

CUT

EPISODE
FIVE

SCENE ONE

Exterior
angle: night; SOVEREIGN’s lair

A
large group of POLICEMEN and CRIME SCENE TECHS are in the process of trying to
decide how best to catalog the items within SOVEREIGN’s base. Camera cranes down to the entire group
freezing in place, seemingly stuck in time.
Camera pans up to reveal SOVEREIGN slowly alighting in the parking lot,
his minion’s with him.

SOVEREIGN:

Yes, I thought I left the oven on.

POWERBALL:

You’re awfully glib, considering.

SOVEREIGN:

Randall, the first rule of poker is never gamble
something you’re not willing to loose.

Int.
angle: SOVEREIGN’s lair, night

Camera
trucks backward, deeper into the base as the villains enter, SOVEREIGN turning
back to ARAMAGEDDON as he walks.

SOVEREIGN:

This is why I was constantly checking on your
progress, Simon.

ARAMAGEDDON:

You can’t back up a prototype. Or rush perfection.

SOVEREIGN:

Michelangelo did some of his best work under dead
lines.

Int.
angle: SOVEREIGN’s lair, night

ARAMAGEDDON
has no answer as he pushes past SOVEREIGN to a particularly large pile of
rubble made by BELLE’s entrance.

CALLYPSO:

Did they break your little toy?

ARMAGEDDON:

Hah!

Int.
angle: SOVEREIGN’s lair, night

ARMAGEDDON
turns back to the group, a demonic fire lighting his eyes as he laughs.

ARMAGEDDON:

Trailer trash girl couldn’t hurt this in her
wildest dreams. You!

Int.
angle: SOVEREIGN’s lair, night

ARMAGEDDON
points imperiously at POWERBALL. The
bigger man turns for direction from SOVEREIGN who nods with an amused look on
his face.

ARAMGEDDON:

Dig it out!

SOVEREIGN:

Humor the boy, Randall. Young minds, fresh ideas, be tolerant.

Int.
angle: SOVEREIGN’s lair, night

POWERBALL
shrugs his indifference as he stomps over to the much smaller man.

POWERBALL:

Out of the way, pencil neck.

Int.
angle: SOVEREIGN’s lair, night

With
a grunt of struggle POWERBALL shifts the debris revealing a gleaming black and
gold suit of powered armor, sleek but with heavy gauge wiring running between
the box controls at the wrists and ankles to a central, blue white gem that
glows faintly. The suit was protected
from the rubble by a half circle dome of energy the rubble couldn’t penetrate.

CALLYPSO:

Weren’t you supposed to be building a time machine?

ARMAGEDDON:

The first consideration of time travel is not
damaging the past; or altering the future in unexpected ways, undoing
yourself. The suit not only protects the
traveler, but gives him a sterile, self contained atmosphere. There is no chance of an inter-dimensional
plague this way.

Int.
angle: SOVEREIGN’s lair, night

For
the first time, SOVEREIGN appears angry as he surveys the suit.

SOVEREIGN:

It’s excellent work, Simon. The only problem being I can’t walk into a
hospital wearing that without alerting every paranormal in the state!

ARMAGEDDON:
(Slyly)

You think I didn’t consider that? The suit has a full range of stealth and
illusion features built into it. Let me
show you how it works…

Int.
angle: SOVEREIGN’s lair, night

TRAPDOOR
comes forward to make a cautioning gesture to SOVEREIGN who casually waves at
him to be still. ARMAGEDDON climbs into
the power suit, sealing it shut with a hiss of air. A hellish red light becomes active where the
eyes of the suit would be as it stands up straighter.

ARMAGEDDON:

For example, have I told you about the suit’s
defensive systems?

Int.
angle: SOVEREIGN’s lair, night

ARMAGEDDON
winds up and punches POWERBALL who sails backward coming to a stop by a
telekinetic gesture from SOVEREIGN.

SOVEREIGN:

Very impressive, Simon, I must say I’m very
impressed. Disappointed at how you’ve
chosen to repay my generosity at freeing you, but impressed never-the-less.

ARMAGEDDON:

If you thought I was going to play along and be one
of your little flunkies, you’re even more stupid than I gave you credit for.

Int.
angle: SOVEREIGN’s lair, night

The
hole already existing in the ceiling evidently isn’t good enough for ARMAGEDDON
who blasts a new hole with a beam of
energy from his raised fist.

SOVEREIGN:

And what are you going to do as a free agent,
Simon? Go back to what landed you in
Fort Leavenworth the first time?

ARMAGEDDON:

Can’t you read my mind, psychic?

Int.
angle: SOVEREIGN’s lair, night

Close
up on SOVEREGIN who is alarmed that ARMAGEDDON knows he could not read his
mind.

ARMAGEDDON:

Oh yes, not only do I know your short comings, but
I’ve got your little secret, chemist.
With it, I’m going to live up to my name of ARMAGEDDON!

Int.
angle: SOVEREIGN’s lair, night

Rockets
built into the suit ARMAGEDDON wears lift him up and out through the hole he’s
made. SOVEREIGN looks up after him for a
moment before TRAPDOOR appears beside him.

SOVEREIGN:

Save your energy, Trapdoor. Everything we need to find Simon is right
here.

Int.
angle: SOVEREIGN’s lair, night

SOVEREIGN
moves over to the remnants of ARMAGEDDON’s desk, his eyes sweeping over the
clutter as he puzzles out the other man’s intentions. SOVEREIGN reaches down to pick up a print out
next to a copy of the Atlanta Journal
whose headline reads:

G8 Summit
in Savannah Security Tightened

SOVEREIGN: (To himself)

Why are you so interested in MY powers, Simon?

Int.
angle: SOVEREIGN’s lair, night

SOVEREIGN
taps on the keyboard of the computer which asks him for a password screen. SOVEREIGN changes the User to ADMIN and types
out the password “Once and future King” which the system accepts. On it is a webpage talking about the Atlanta
Man Made Jewelry Expo. SOVEREIGN glances
back to the desk and out the hole after ARMAGEDDON once more, then begins
walking purposefully towards the door.

SOVEREIGN:

Come along, Randall, I’ve a special task for you.

CALLYPSO:

You figured it out?

SOVEREIGN:
(Smirking)

Young people are so predictable.

CUT

SCENE TWO

BELLE:
(Shouting)

A
month’s pay? Ah pull your tail feathers out of the fire, save one of mah would
be team mates and you’re going to doc me a God Damn month’s pay?

Int. Angle: The Round Room,
night

The Round Room echoes as NIGHT SHADE
slaps BELLE sharply across the face.
NIGHT SHADE tries for as long as she can to maintain her dignity, but
eventually has to massage her hand due to BELLE’s invulnerability.

NIGHT SHADE:

I’ll
put up with a lot of things from you, Jennifer, but blasphemy won’t ever be one
of them.

GEOFFREY:

Just
because you got away with putting both your life and Cavalry’s life in serious
jeopardy, doesn’t mean you get a pass.
What would you have done if we hadn’t showed up?

Int. Angle: The Round Room,
night

BELLE makes a great show of putting
her index finger by her mouth to feign deep thought.

BELLE:

Hmm,
gee, what would Ah have done? How did ya’ll get there again? That’s right, Mortagain brought you after Ah got her loose. Gosh Mr. Boss Man Ah don’t know what Ah would
have done.

GEOFFREY: (Angry)

Do
you want to go to jail?

BELLE: (Shouting)

Do
you want me to join Sovereign?

Int. Angle: The Round Room,
night

The collected heroes stare in shock
at BELLE’s outburst.

JIM: (Voice over)

I
guess it isn’t every day that somebody actually stands up to the United States
Marshall for the South East when he says ‘Boo!’ but I have officially had
enough.

BELLE:

Go
ahead, Geoffrey, push me just one more time.
Ah’ve had it with trying to
toe your damn company line. Ya’ll turn
mah life upside down and shake thoroughly then push? Ah’m just about done trying this the legal way!
Now ya’ll can back off, or God as mah Judge Ah’ll do mah best to make
you sorry you ever knew Ah was alive!

Int. Angle: The Round Room,
night

GEOFFREY turns sadly and walkes
over to the controls of the large display behind him. As he calls up an image, camera pans to a
tight close up of BELLE whose face shows shock of whatever image GEOFFREY calls
up.

GEOFFREY:

Ok,
Belle, you win. Just get used to seeing
sights like this one. If you’ve got the
stomach for it, I guess I’ll see you on the field of battle. There’s the door.

Int. Angle: The Round Room,
night

BELLE clutches her stomach and
turns slightly green.

GINNEVIA:

Behind
you, second door on the left. I’ll bring
you a fresh one.

Int. Angle: The Round Room,
night

BELLE rushes from the room as the
camera follows her in a steady cam shot down the hall. She shuts herself into a stall and we hear
retching sounds. Midway through the
following voice over, GINNEVIA enters and sits on the floor next to BELLE and
hugs her. BELLE is weeping openly.

JIM: (Voice over)

As I lay sprawled on the floor by
the toilet, my emotions overwhelmed me giving rise to the longest crying jag I’d
had since my age had been measured in two numbers. Somewhere in the middle of it, I became aware
of Ginnevia helping stay in upright which was a cracking good excuse for
hugging me so hard I could feel it.

BELLE: (Weeping)

Ah
can’t do this!

Int. Angle: The Women’s Room,
night

GINNEVIA kisses BELLE on the forehead
as she hugs BELLE.

GINNEVIA: (Whispering)

I
never got to thank you for coming to get me, Jen. I know Geoffrey’s being a prick, but look at
the egos he’s got to work with. Hell,
I’m almost too much for him to handle as it is.

BELLE:

Ah
can’t do this!

Int. Angle: The Women’s Room,
night

BELLE loudly blows her nose.

BELLE:

Ah’m
not cut out to be cop. Ah’m just a
college student for the love of Pete! Ah
can’t even decide on a major to declare!
Ah’m not a role model! Ah can’t
even balance mah checkbook!

GINNEVIA:

You’re
made of some pretty stern stuff. There
are not many who would have come through that roof alone. But you did.
You can do this, Jen. Hell, you are
doing it and a damn fine job by my book.

BELLE: (Still crying)

Why
me? Why did you send the vision to me?

GINNEVIA: (Regretful)

I
touched you last. They had an inhibitor
on me. Geoffrey’s helmet blocks a lot of mental powers. It’s designed to. I figured you’d be with them. Besides, you were the only one I could
reach. I’m sorry. This is all my fault.

Int. Angle: The Women’s Room,
night

BELLE violently shakes her head to
argue the point.

GINNEVIA:

Oh,
Jennifer I am so sorry. I don’t know
how, but I’ll make it up to you, I swear I will.

Int. Angle: The Women’s Room,
night

BELLE struggles for something to
say, but before she can come up with something GINNEVIA uses her position of
hugging BELLE and kisses her.

JIM: (Voice over)

I
was completely taken by surprise when she did the most un-super-heroic thing
she could have done.

(BEAT)

She
kissed me full on the mouth.

WIPE

SCENE THREE

Int. Angle: The Round Room,
night

A very bleary eyed BELLE and
GINNEVIA return to the Round Room, to the concerned looks of the entire
team. BELLE comes to a stop before her
chair during the voice over.

JIM: (Voice over)

Well,
isn’t this a fine kettle of fish? Twenty
years of being your basic heterosexual loser, but three days in a new gender is
all it takes for women to start hitting on me!
The only hang up is, I got nothing to press the attack with as it
were. God does exist and my current
situation is proof of both that as well as the fact He has a twisted sense of
humor.

BELLE:

Ah
don’t know why this is so hard for me. Ah’ve
been trying really hard to fit in and all that.
Ah know you’re mad, Geoffrey, but in the absence of any real way to get
in touch with you quickly, Ah feel Ah did the only thing that was correct at
the time. If you don’t want it done that
way, Ah guess Ah’ll remember that for next time. But Ah don’t think what Ah did was wrong.

GEOFFREY:

Sometimes
it’s difficult to remember you haven’t been doing this for some time, Jennifer,
you are something of a natural at this.
I shouldn’t hold a breech of SOP you can’t be aware of against you. I will hold your temper against you. If you don’t find some way to control it so
we can get you trained, well, I don’t want to start the consequences argument
again. The end never justifies the
means. That’s what I want you to
remember. We’ve been fighting Sovereign
for over ten years so you might want
to learn how we’ve been successful at it.
I won’t doc your pay, this time.”

BELLE:

Thank
you.

GEOFFREY:

For
the time being, I think we should all get some sleep. Jennifer, I’d like you here by ten,
alright? Let’s get you trained so this
kind of thing stops happening.

Int. Angle: The Round Room,
night

BELLE nods as ED follows her out as
she leaves. Steady cam shot through the
halls.

ED: (Softly)

Can
I give you a ride home?

BELLE:

Yeah,
sure. Sorry if you got your butt chewed
in there.

ED:

It
was nothing I didn’t deserve. I have been doing this a while. I knew better. It’s all good, Jennifer, don’t worry about
it.

Ext. Angle: The SMI HQ, night

The two leave the building into the
night as they continue to walk towards ED’s F150. ED removes his forgotten cigar from a carrier
on his belt and gets it going once more.

ED:

Be
sure to tell your dad how much I appreciate this. It’s probably the best cigar I’ve ever had.

Ext. Angle: The SMI HQ, night

BELLE
nods as they two make their way off to the parking lot.

FADE TO
BLACK

EPISODE
FIVE

SCENE ONE

Ext.
Angle: Milledgeville Federal Penitentiary, night

Camera
pans in a long establishing shot of the prison while displaying the subtitle:

Milledgeville
Federal Penitentiary

Search
lights become active as alarms begin to blare throughout the prison.

Int.
Angle: Milledgeville Federal Penitentiary, night

The
armor clad form of ARMAGEDDON is strolling nearly without a care through the
halls of the prison, blasting hapless guards who get in his way. He stops at a cell and rips it off its
hinges.

ARMAGEDDON:

Andrea Stokes, double homicide first degree?

Int.
Angle: Milledgeville Federal Penitentiary, night

Inside
the cell, a fearful ANDREA looks up, a decidedly dangerous looking man, cowed
by the awesome sight of ARMAGEDDON. We
see him work up the courage to nod.

ARMAGEDDON:

Life without parole, am I right? Interested in a better offer?

ANDREA:
(Still fearfully)

What kind of offer?

ARMAGEDDON:

The rich beyond the dreams of avarice kind of
offer.

ANDREA:

I’m listening…

WIPE

SCENE TWO

Int.
angle: The Round Room of the SMI, Day

Camera
trucks backward from an establishing shot of the windows to reveal a very
worried looking AMERICAN EAGLE going over a report print out at the table. Present are GRAVITY, MORTAGAIN, SPIRIT WOLF
and NIGHT SHADE. BELLE and CAVALRY
enter.

BELLE:

So, here Ah am, boss, ready for day one of Super
Hero U.

AMERICAN
EAGLE:

It’ll be on the job training today, Belle. Armageddon is on the loose.

BELLE:

Who?

CAVALRY:

A real nut job of an engineer; specializes in
powered armor and high body count theft.
Last I heard he was doing twenty back to back life without paroles in
Ft. Leavenworth.

SPIRIT
WOLF:

He came up missing in the head count four days ago.

NIGHT
SHADE:

And last night he went on a shopping spree at
Milledgeville Prison. Eighteen guards
dead or in ICU and six hardened criminals missing.

CAVALRY:

He doesn’t normally go in for thugs. More of the giant robot type, isn’t he?

GRAVITY:

That’s what got him captured. The Night Watchmen out of New York were able
to interfere with his control frequencies and shut them down.

MORTAGAIN:

So he’s looking to open up a new bag of
tricks? What good are normal criminals
going to do him?

AMERICAN
EAGLE:

I wish I knew.
I’d feel more confident about this rather badly written email daring us
to stop his heist at the Cobb Civic Center.

CAVALRY:

He’s still over confident and stupid then, that’s a
good sign. What’s he planning to lift
from the Civic Center?

SPIRIT
WOLF:

That’s what doesn’t make any sense, it’s a man made
jewelry expo. Why would a super villain
want to rob a fake jewelry show?

AMERICAN
EAGLE:

It’s quite possibly a diversion from his real
plan. Still, we can’t risk not having
someone on station just in case.

NIGHT
SHADE:

I’ll do it.

BELLE:

Mom?

NIGHT
SHADE:

I make the most sense. I don’t have McKimpson and if it is a
diversion that keeps all of you free to handle the real threat. If not, well, Mortagain can have you all
there in a flash.

BELLE:

Mom, that’s still dangerous…

Int.
angle: The Round Room of the SMI, Day

NIGHT
SHADE lovingly strokes her daughters face.

NIGHT
SHADE:

I know, sweetheart, but making a difference was why
I got into this in the first place. I’m
in, Geoffrey. If Armageddon shows,
you’ll know it that instant.

WIPE

SCENE THREE

Int.
angle: ARMAGEDDON’s Base, Day

A
heavy looking door opens and ARMAGEDDON enters with a half dozen thugs still
wearing prison jumpers follow him. From
the amount of dust in the air, it is obvious no one has been here in a very
long time.

ARMAGEDDON:

Here is where your lives take a whole new
direction, my friends.

ANDREA:

This dump?

ARMAGEDDON:

This dump.
Here is where you become Gods!

Int.
angle: ARMAGEDDON’s Base, Day

ARMAGEDDON
removes a small vile from a keeper on his belt that holds perhaps three ounces
of clear liquid.

THUG:

And how is that gonna make us gods?

ARMAGEDDON:

This, my disbelieving friend, is McKimpson Strain;
the disease that gives me and my erstwhile foes our power.

THUG:

Doesn’t that stuff also kill you sometimes?

ARMAGEDDON:

Once upon a time, perhaps; this is the disease,
perfected. A single drop and a few hours
later your powers manifest. And then, my
lads, then is when the fun begins…

Int.
angle: ARMAGEDDON’s Base, Day

ARMAGEDDON
laughs maniacally as camera trucks back.

SCENE
FOUR

Int.
angle: The Cobb Civic Center, evening

NIGHT
SHADE is in the rafters of the ceiling, hidden amongst the shadows as she
surveys the jewelry show below her. A
few dozen CITIZENS mill about the displays as CHEMISTS explain the man made
process to passers by. The tranquil
scene does not last long as the double front doors burst open to a blast of
energy as ARMAGEDDON and his CHAIN GANG enter.
Present are LEG-IRON, SWITCHBLADE, MOLATOV, EMBEZZLER, WHEELS,
KNEE-BREAKER.

ARMAGEDDON:

Flee you insects before the fury of Armageddon and
his Chain Gang!

Int.
angle: The Cobb Civic Center, evening

NIGHT
SHADE touches a button on her utility belt that begins to strobe a dim red
light. As a panic takes hold of the
crowd, ARMAGEDDON strides over to the largest case and shatters the glass.

NIGHT
SHADE:

As advertised, over confident and stupid.

Int.
angle: The Cobb Civic Center, evening

ARMAGEDDON
lifts out a massive ruby, reminiscent of the Eye of Horus that he holds up
triumphantly. Until a suction cup and
line attaches to it from above and snatches it away from him.

NIGHT
SHADE:

I don’t think this belongs to you.

ARMAGEDDON:

Our first pupil in Pain 101. Leg-Iron, kill her.

Int.
angle: The Cobb Civic Center, evening

The
man who was ANDREA makes a gesture conjuring an impossibly long length of chain
that NIGHT SHADE only just manages to dodge.
It does the ceiling considerable damage.

NIGHT
SHADE:

Was this Pain 101, or the school yard bully summer
school course?

Int.
angle: The Cobb Civic Center, evening

WHEELS
zips by NIGHT SHADE taking the ruby from her, impossibly fast.

WHEELS:

I’ll take that sweet cheeks!

Int.
angle: The Cobb Civic Center, evening

Before
WHEELS can get back to ARMAGEDDON the rest of the IRREGULARS teleport in,
CAVALRY flattening the speedster with a painful looking blow.

BELLE:

Did somebody call for an ass whoop’n?

Int.
angle: The Cobb Civic Center, evening

AND THE WIZARDS FOUGHT.

As
ARMAGEDDON and his crew are making good their escape, ARMAGEDDON pauses to
taunt to the staggering AMERICAN EAGLE.

ARMAGEDDON:

I’d wish you better luck next time, Eagle, except
there won’t be one!

Int.
angle: The Cobb Civic Center, evening

ARMAGEDDON
blasts the EAGLE back into the wall where he slumps and slides down to his
rear. The villains exit as the heroes
see to the wounded, both physically and their pride at their sound defeat.

Int.
angle: The Cobb Civic Center, evening

Through
the doors so recently departed by ARMAGEDDON enters a badly beaten SOVEREIGN at
the end of the voice over.

JIM: (Voice over)

It goes without saying our pride was hurt pretty
badly by the beating we took from Armageddon.
Still, on the plus side, nobody was killed and the damage, while
considerable, was repairable. Of course,
our egos took yet another pummeling by what happened next.

SOVEREIGN:

It looks like you had about as much success as I
did.

Int.
angle: The Cobb Civic Center, evening

The
AMERICAN EAGLE turns to confront the villain, his wrist rockets raised in fury.

AMERICAN
EAGLE:

You’ll be a big hit at the prison variety show,
Albert!

SOVEREIGN:

Stage craft has never been my strong suit,
Geoffrey, and if you don’t want my help I can always make a dramatic exit.

Int.
angle: The Cobb Civic Center, evening

CAVALRY
gets around behind SOVEREIGN and locks him up in a hammer lock, snatching away
the EYE of HORUS as he does so.

CAVALRY:

Not this time, Pops.

SOVEREIGN:

I’m going to need that if we’re going to stop
Armageddon!

Int.
angle: The Cobb Civic Center, evening

CAVALRY
tosses SOVEREIGN’s crown to the approaching EAGLE.

AMERICAN
EAGLE:

We?

Int.
angle: The Cobb Civic Center, evening

SOVEREIGN
hangs his head in shame.

SOVEREIGN:

It was I who released Simon from Ft.
Leavenworth. This disaster is at least
partially my fault.

AMERICAN
EAGLE:

I’ll make a note of that for the charge sheet.

SOVEREIGN:

My dear boy, there isn’t going to be a charge
sheet. If we don’t act quickly there
won’t be a world that Armageddon isn’t absolute master of!

Int.
angle: The Cobb Civic Center, evening

SOVEREIGN
glares at CAVALRY.

SOVEREIGN:

Release me!
We haven’t time for your personal vendetta, son, the future of the world
is at stake!

Int.
angle: The Cobb Civic Center, evening

CAVALRY
exchanges glances with the EAGLE who nods, causing CALAVRY to reluctantly release
his grip, both ears back in barely contained rage.

CAVALRY:

Don’t think I can’t get my hands on you and jerk
you into a gorgon knot before you can pull something, Albert.

Int.
angle: The Cobb Civic Center, evening

SOVEREIGN
rubs the feeling back into his shoulder with another glare at his son before
turning back to the others.

SOVEREIGN:

Armageddon is going to attempt to coerce the
world’s leaders into handing him the reigns of power.

NIGHTSHADE:

And how do you know that?

Int.
angle: The Cobb Civic Center, evening

SOVEREIGN
taps his temple with his forefinger.

SOVEREIGN:

Mind reader, remember?

SPIRIT
WOLF:

And since when is Armageddon?

SOVEREIGN:

Since he’s been putting in over time, studying my
powers. That’s why he was here, to steal
a ruby that was a virtual copy of the Eye of Horus. I tried to talk sense into him, but you can
see how well that went. What I did learn
was where his next target is.

GRAVITY:

We’re listening.

AMERICAN
EAGLE:

The G8 summit in Savannah…

SOVEREIGN:

Exactly, and unless we move with more haste than
we’re currently showing, he’ll get away with it. Now, if you’ll be so kind as to hand me my
crown, I have what I think will be the way to stop him.

Int.
angle: The Cobb Civic Center, evening

The
AMERICAN EAGLE reluctantly returns the Eye of Horus to Sovereign as the group
files out.

JIM: (Voice over)

It would figure that the walking Renaissance Fair
would be well funded enough to have his own private jet. In nearly less time that it takes to tell it,
we were in the first city of Georgia.
There were a couple of nagging doubts I had, but in the whirlwind nature
of our trip south, I decided to just trust Geoffrey’s judgment and get ready
for the fight of my life.

WIPE

SCENE
FIVE

INT.
Angle: the Savannah International Conference Center, night

Hundreds
of DELEGATES are listening to a speech from a SPEAKER. Camera trucks through the center isle towards
him as the back curtain explodes outward to reveal ARMAGEDDON and his CHAIN
GANG. The SPEAKER turns toward the
intrusion as the villain steps triumphantly forward, the ruby he stole now
prominent on his forehead.

ARMAGEDDON:

Gentlemen, it’s apparent that the problems of the
world are beyond you. I’ll be taking
charge from here on in.

SPEAKER:

And how will you, sir, deal with the crisis of
poverty in the Third World?

DELEGATE
1:

What about the rising tariff rates that prohibit
free trade throughout the globe?

FEMALE
DELEGATE:

Can ya’ll guarantee the price of gas will go back
under $2 a gallon?

INT.
Angle: the Savannah International Conference Center, night

ARMAGEDDON
stands, stunned, not expecting this in the slightest as the other DELEGATES
glare at the FEMALE DELEGATE.

ARMAGEDDON:

Who do you people think you are?! I’m not here to solve your petty
problems! I am your new Ruler!

INT.
Angle: the Savannah International Conference Center, night

A
haze washes through the center revealing it is, in fact, empty, except for the
villains and the newly revealed heroes.
The SPEAKER is now revealed as SOVEREIGN, DELEGATE 1 is the AMERICAN
EAGLE and the FEMALE DELEGATE is revealed as BELLE.

SOVEREIGN:

If anyone is going to be Sovereign around here, it
shall be I.

MORTAGAIN:

You didn’t think we were going to let you walk into
to conference hall full of world leaders, did you?

ARMAGEDDON:

But…when…how…?

SOVEREIGN:

There was a gentleman by the name of Bell, perhaps
you’ve heard of him? Invented the telephone?

INT.
Angle: the Savannah International Conference Center, night

SOVEREIGN
and BELLE exchange a significant glance while ARMAGEDDON becomes enraged.

ARMAGEDDON:
(
Enraged)

KILL THEM ALL!!

INT.
Angle: the Savannah International Conference Center, night

AND THE WIZARDS FOUGHT

Finally
the villains are subdued and being trundled off in waiting AEGIS vans,
SOVEREIGN and the AMERICAN EAGLE are shaking hands.

AMERICAN
EAGLE:

It’s good to finally have you on the right side,
Albert.

SOVEREIGN:

Right and wrong are not your business,
Geoffrey. You only concern yourself with
Law.

AMERICAN
EAGLE:

Speaking of laws…

INT.
Angle: the Savannah International Conference Center, night

The
EAGLE using his handshake to slap a set of power inhibitor cuffs on SOVEREIGN.

AMERICAN
EAGLE:

There’s still the little matter of all the one’s
you’ve broken to answer for. But don’t
worry, Albert, I’ll be happy to testify on your behalf for your actions today.

SOVEREIGN:

That might even take an entire month off my sentence.

INT.
Angle: the Savannah International Conference Center, night

The
AMERICAN EAGLE removes SOVEREIGNs crown as two OFFICERS step up. One is an elderly white male, the other, a
younger, handsome black male.

AMERICAN
EAGLE:

Oh, don’t be so glum, Albert. With good behavior you’ll probably be out on
parole in eight years. See you in Court.

INT.
Angle: the Savannah International Conference Center, night

EAGLE
makes a point of inspecting the ID cards of the two OFFICERS before giving them
custody of SOVEREIGN.

SOVEREIGN:

I’ll be looking forward to it, Geoffrey.

EXT.
Angle: the Savannah International Conference Center, night

SOVEREIGN
is loaded into the back of an AEGIS van by the officers and it rumbles off into
the night. The heroes stand in a knot,
watching it depart.

BELLE:

You know, there’s just one thing Ah don’t get.

CAVALRY:

What’s that, Belle?

BELLE:

Well, Armageddon stole the ruby so he could copy
Sovereign’s powers, right?

INT.
Angle: the ARMAGEDDON’S lair, day

SOVEREIGN
and POWER BALL enter, finding the area disserted. From POWERBALL’s body language it is clear
that SOVEREIGN is ordering him to do something he doesn’t wish to do.

BELLE:
(Voice over)

But Sovereign said he went to try and talk
Armageddon out of doing this, where Armageddon beat him up and left him for
dead.

INT.
Angle: the ARMAGEDDON’S lair, day

At
last following orders, POWERBALL strikes SOVEREIGN with sufficient force to
double him over. POWERBALL stops,
concerned and SOVEREIGN orders him to hit him again. POWERBALL does, batting the villain about
like a rag doll.

BELLE:
(Voice over)

If Armageddon had Sovereign right there, why didn’t
he just take the Eye of Horus from him?
Why steal a copy?

EXT.
Angle: the Savannah International Conference Center, night

The
heroes look off in the direction of the departed AEGIS van.

WIPE

SCENE SIX

INT.
Angle: An AEGIS van

Sovereign
bumps along in the van before in a shimmering haze, POWERBALL appears in the
van across from him.

POWERBALL:

Those cuffs really don’t work for you, boss. Let me take care of that.

INT.
Angle: An AEGIS van

POWERBALL
reaches over and breaks the power inhibitor cuffs, freeing his master.

SOVEREIGN:

This is exactly why I pay so well, Randall. I trust the real guards are alive and well?

INT.
Angle: An AEGIS van

The
black guard looks back in while pulling on his mask, showing it to be TRAPDOOR.

TRAPDOOR:

Oh, they might get more than their share of ribbing
but the only thing hurt will be their pride.

EXT.
Angle: A road side, NIGHT

By
the side of the road is an AEGIS van whose engine compartment is smashed into
ruin though the vehicle is not against a tree or something else that caused the
damage. Near by is a pair of GUARDS who
are tied, back to back and struggling to free themselves. As the two struggle, the van containing
SOVEREIGN, it’s mirror drives by, shimmering as it does so. The vehicle is now a nondescript package van
whose side is emblazoned with

Monarch
Shipping

We give
your package the Royal Treatment

The
van drives out of sight down the road

FADE TO
BLACK/CREDITS.

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Well, wouldn't that be cool?

The reason why the fight scenes aren't spelled out beyond:

And they fought etc

Is because the animators needed that level of flexibility to plan out the shots for what would be visually best.

But, who knows, you might seen this on the shelf at Blockbusters sometime...

E

Neat

Ordinarily I'd skip a script format story simply because of the format. It's too much of a nuisance to read. I've enjoyed your Belle series, though, and this was worth taking the time to read.

Nicely done, EE.

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"Power corrupts. Powerpoint corrupts absolutely."

- Edward R. Tufte, professor emeritus of political science, Computer science and statistics, and graphic design at Yale

Nicole (a.k.a. Itinerant) -- "Power corrupts. Powerpoint corrupts absolutely." - Edward R. Tufte, professor emeritus of political science, Computer science and statistics, and graphic design at Yale