Killeroo – Mad Marsupial – Shaun Richens.

PAGE FIVE – 6 PANELS.

5.1

Wide panel. We are on the side of a long dirt road in the Australian outback. The sun is just setting. Two dead bikers lay dead next to their rides. A third rider, LOBO, stands next to his hands raised high in the air.

This last remaining biker, Lobo, wears a dirty pair of black jeans, leather biker boots, a vest top that may have been white a long time ago, but is now a grey mess with holes in, and a leather waistcoat over the top. A badge stitched onto the waistcoat bears the symbol of a pichfork. With his arms raised his hairy beer belly hangs out. The shit-eating grin on his faces reveals that he only has a handful of teeth left and they are rotten and yellowed.

These men were/are the Pitchfork Pricks. A biker gang so vile they make the Vikings look like the Brady Bunch.

LOBO:

Haha. Well hot damn son.

5.2

Close up on LOBO. He tongues a gap in between his teeth as he speaks and wipes sweat off his forehead just above his eye.

LOBO:

It’s a fair cop mate. Ill bloody give ya that.

LOBO:

I’ll come along quite like.

5.3

Still close on Lobo. He is putting a big fat cigar to his lips. Holding a zippo lighter in the other hand close to the tip as he tries to light it.

LOBO:

Shame you had to kill me boys. But better them than me though, hey?

5.4

Lobo’s eyes have gone wide, his mouth a gasp. The cigar and zippo fall away.

SFX:

Bam bam.

5.5

Full body shot of Lobo. He clutches at his stomach trying to hold his guts in as blood pours from the shotgun wound in his torso.

LOBO:

*Wheeze*

5.6

Reveal of KILLEROO. He rests his shotgun like so on his shoulder. A small smile plays across his face.

KILLEROO:

Seems you pissed off the wrong people Lobo.

KILLEROO

Bounty’s tripled if I bring you in dead.