Panel 1 1/9 page

Enid has arrived and she is starting to pick the baby up. He's looking confused, thumbs hooked into his waistband. (They've stepped out to the porch, by now.)

Enid: Where'd you come from?

You’re a mess! You poor dear!

Boyd: Who the hell left that here?

Panel 2 1/9 page

Enid and Boyd, close up and cropped.

Enid: There's no note or anything.

Boyd: You think we ought to call the sheriff? What're we gonna do'?

Panel 3 1/9 page

Cropped bust shot of Donny looking through the screen door.

Donny (op): Mama?

Panel 4 1/6 page

Close up on Donny, still behind the screen door.

Donny: That's Donna's baby. I just know it.

Panel 5 1/6 page

Medium shot. Donny's come out onto the porch a little. Mom is holding the baby maternally.

Boyd: You think this could be that poor girl's child'?

Enid: We have to keep her, Boyd. Mister F. would want us to.

Panel 6 1/9 page

Parents taking baby in, background; Donny's at the edge of the porch, foreground, cropped. Looking out.

Donny: But where's Donna?

Panel 7 2/9 page

Pull way out to see a medium shot of Duke, some distance away, across the road leaning against a tree. It's clear that he can slip away unseen. Small in the background, we can see Donny and family on the porch.

Page 26

Panel 1 1/3 page

Cut to an opulent spa facility and massage room. High windows, sky lights. Fatale's half-sister, Ms. Ogun, is lying on a massage table, nude, tummy side down, head on pillow, towel on butt - tastefully posed! She's being massaged by a large, Aryan man, older, big, husky, wearing white t-shirt, pants. A male receptionist is holding the door open and an executive-dressed man is walking reluctantly in the door.

Caption: Aspen, Colorado.

September 21, 1972.

2:44 PM.

Receptionist: You may enter, sir.

Ogun: Leave us, Hans.

Panel 2 1/6 page

Hans is almost out the same door that executive came in, background. Medium shot on the woman and the executive. She's still laying on the table. He's standing in beside her, closer to us, her head turned to face him. She's propped up on her arms

Reynolds: I have a report, Ms. Ogun, but I could wait outside until...

Ogun: This is too important to wait. What is it?

Panel 3 1/6 page

Reynolds is trying to avert his eyes. Closer to is Ogun, cropped, her back to us. Obviously her body is in position so that Reynolds has quite a view, but be discreet about what the reader sees. This panel and the next two should be shot from the same angle.

Reynolds: It's Fitzgerald, Ms. Ogun. We tried to keep him alive long enough to extract some information, but...

Ogun: So...you let him die before we could find out where he's hidden the baby.

Panel 4 1/9 page

Reynolds is looking down at the floor. Again. arrange Ogun discreetly.

Reynolds: Yes, but, but he was badly damaged in the firefight...

Ogun: Look at me when you talk to me, Mister Reynolds.

Panel 5 1/9 page

She's sitting up. He's in a cold sweat, but he's looking at her. Again, be discreet.

Reynolds: I'm sorry I let you down, Ms. Ogun.

I'd...like to tender my resignation as chief of staff.

Ogun: You do recall our severance policy.

Panel 6 1/9 page

Long medium shot as Reynolds, hanging his head, retreats toward the door he entered through. Ogun is in the same position as previous, watching him with disdain.

Reynolds: Yes. I'll do it myself, Ms. Ogun...if you don't mind.

Page 27

Panel 1 1/3 page

An elegant office, decorated with African art. Ogun and Smith sitting on a couch. Her dressed to the nines, sexy but business-like, wearing a short-skirted Chanel suit. Smith is in a suit. On the coffee table in front of them is a formal tea service and finger sandwiches.

Caption: 4.04 PM.

Ogun: ...Apparently Mister Reynolds felt so badly about losing Mister Fitzgerald that he's committed suicide I want you to replace Mister Reynolds as chief of staff.

Smith: I'm honored, Ms. Ogun.

Panel 2 1/9 page

Close up of Ogun: cold, matter of fact, holding her cup as if soon to sip.

Ogun: It's of vital importance that we find the child. You’ll be in charge of the operation. All of our resources are at your disposal. Do you know what's at stake, here, Mister Smith?

Panel 3 1/9 page

Close up of Smith, serious. Cropped even closer is Ogun, partially framing Smith.

Smith: Our entire organization.

Ogun: Yes, and we are the glue that holds this fragile world together.

Panel 4 1/9 page

Medium shot. Smith is standing, Ogun has walked a few steps toward her desk.

Smith: To think a little girl is the most dangerous threat the world has ever faced.

Ogun: Well, Mister Smith, she is my half-sister.

Panel 5 1/3 page

Behind the desk is a stylized African image of the dragon. Feature it in this shot as Ogun looks thoughtfully at it.

Ogun: We both have a lot of our father in us.

Caption: Next issue: "Who is like Unto the Beast" pt. 2.