Page 1 (6 panels)
We OPEN on a CLOSE UP of a newspaper, laid out on some-one's knees. The paper is the Défense de la France. The headline exclaims:
Beneath the headline is a CLOSE UP black and white shot of CAPTAIN AMERICA beaming proudly.
FURY (OFF): Whaddya’ think?
AGENT REED RICHARDS of the OSS looks up from the newspaper, smiling. He’s leaning back in a simple wooden chair by the side of a small, single bed. He’s younger than we’re used to seeing-- no grey in the temples. He wears a pair of green khakis, combat boots and a dark woolen pea coat.
We’re inside a small, cramped bedroom somewhere on the upper floor of an old house.
RICHARDS: Skinny kid turned super soldier? I love it.
RICHARDS: Something on your mind, Nicholas?
Large panel. CUT TO SGT. NICK FURY looking out of the bedroom window a few yards from RICHARDS. He’s wearing combat fatigues. Young. No eye patch.
FURY: World’s gettin’ stranger, Richards.
FURY: Human torches, men from under the sea.
Fury slides the window up slightly.
FURY: Four colour heroes got everyone thinkin’ the world’s black and white.
CLOSE UP on Fury who now has a rifle in his hands. It’s pointing out of the open window. He looks through the scope.
His free eye is closed.
FURY: Thing is...
Large panel. EXTREME CLOSE UP on Fury’s finger, about to pull the trigger.
FURY: We both know that ain’t the case.