Disclaimer: I've only read the first trade of Chew, despite being a big fan of the concept and art. That said, this script is firmly set in the early days of Tony's career. The character of Josiah Drake is meant as a foil, a dark mirror of Tony himself:
Page Twenty One (8 panels)
The page consists of four tiers of two equally sized panels.
Tight on TONY CHU, his gun drawn pointing to the right of the panel. He’s wearing a shirt and a loose tie (cotton trousers and a pair of loafers too-- which we can’t see, but I don’t want you to picture his bottom half naked, you know?)
It’s night and we can see a fire door behind Tony. We’re on the roof of a tenement building somewhere in the city.
TONY: Freeze, Josiah!
TONY: Nowhere left to go.
JOSIAH DRAKE faces camera, his hands up in surrender. He stands near the edge of the roof. A second more and he would have leapt to the next building over, about 8-10 feet away.
Josiah is in his early thirties with piercing blue eyes and hair so blonde it’s almost white. He’s wearing a shirt and tie under a sharp Vivienne Westwood suit, all grey and clean lines. Despite the fact he’s been running flat out from Tony, not a hair looks out of place. This guy makes everything seem effortless.
Betraying his look are the crusty traces of a grey and yellow-ish liquid around Josiah’s mouth.
Back on Tony, gun still drawn.
TONY: Stay where you are. They’re coming for you.
JOSIAH (OFF): You sure?
TONY: You’re confident for a man with his hands up.
Tight on Josiah, stern faced.
JOSIAH: So certain of your system. Your rules. Your structure.
JOSIAH: I’d wager you'd go crazy without them. Like your brother.
Close up on Tony. He’s starting to lose his cool.
TONY: Crazy? You ate President Kennedy’s brain!
TONY: And for what? Money? Power?
Back on Josiah. He ponders Tony’s words.
JOSIAH: Hmm. Yes...
Fixed panel. Josiah looks up, a small smile playing across his lips.
Fixed panel. Josiah’s smile breaks out into a wide, flashy grin-- a shark with a set of shiny white teeth.
JOSIAH: But it tasted so good.