Panel
1
Interior,
day. A stark white room with David sitting across a small table from
a male psychiatrist. The psychiatrist is dressed in a gray sweater
and has a distinctive mole on his face. The psychiatrist writes on a
clipboard while staring at David.
1.
PSYCHIATRIST: How are you feeling today, David?
Panel
2
Dark,
exterior. The panel edges are fuzzy, indicating a vision. The
psychiatrist's face is twisted in a grotesque snarl of aggression. He
stands over another man in an alleyway, blood dripping from his fist.
2.
PSYCHIATRIST: You dare come near my woman?
3.
PSYCHIATRIST: You want to fuckin' mess with me? Is that what you
want?
Panel
3
Interior,
day. Back in the white room, David looks over at the psychiatrist
(out of the panel) with wide-eyed fear. This panel and the next
should have similar poses.
4.
DAVID (quietly): No.
5.
PSYCHIATRIST: What--
Panel
4
Dark,
exterior. The panel edges are fuzzy. A man's pulverized face stares
out of the panel in terror as the psychiatrist grabs ahold of his
shirt.
6.
PSYCHATRIST (op): I'm gonna rip
you apart you little bitch. Your face is gonna be hamburger!
Panel
5
Interior,
day. David leaps away from the table shouting in fear as he covers
his face.
7.
DAVID (shouting): Please no! Get away! Get away!
8.
PSYCHIATRIST (OP): I need some orderlies in here, now!
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