SCRIPTS  02

The Following is a one page excerpt from the script of Top 10 #1, page 32, written by the master. A very big THANK YOU to Gene Ha (that authorized it´s  publication Four Color Heroes site (see Links) 

PAGE 32.
PANEL 1.

NOW ANOTHER, FINAL FIVE PANEL PAGE, THIS TIME WITH THE BIG WIDE PANEL DOWN ON THE BOTTOM TIER AND TWO PANELS ON EACH OF THE TWO TIERS ABOVE THAT. IN THIS FIRST PANEL, WE HAVE A MORE OR LESS EXACT REPEAT OF THE LAST PANEL ON PAGE 31, WITH TOYBOX'S DAD SITTING FACING US AND THE OFF PANEL TELEVISION IN THE RIGHT FOREGROUND. TOYBOX PAUSES JUST INSIDE THE ROOM AND GAZES SADLY TOWARDS HER FATHER, WAITING FOR HIM TO REPLY; KNOWING THAT HE ISN'T GOING TO. HER FATHER JUST STARES EXPRESSIONLESSLY OUT OF THE PANEL IN THE FOREGROUND, SEEMINGLY UNAWARE OF HIS DAUGHTER'S PRESENCE.
No Dialogue 

PANEL 2.
SAME SHOT AS LAST PANEL. DAD REMAINS EXPRESSIONLESS AND MOTIONLESS, SITTING IN THE RIGHT FOREGROUND. IN THE BACKGROUND, TOYBOX CARRIES ON BRISKLY ACROSS THE ROOM, MAYBE PUTTING HER CARRYING-CASE OF TOYS SAFELY AWAY SOMEWHERE OVER ON THE ROOM'S FAR SIDE. SHE DOESN'T LOOK TOWARDS HER FATHER AS SHE SPEAKS, PRETENDING THAT SHE IS CARRYING ON A CONVERSATION WITH HIM, PRETENDING THAT HE KNOWS SHE'S THERE. 
TOYBOX : How's my DAY been?
TOYBOX : Oh, YOU know. Arrested Professor GROMOLK0, but he shot himself. 
TOYBOX : The other guys are mostly DOGS, LESBIANS and DEVIL WORSHIPPERS. They seem okay.
TOYBOX : Oh, and one of the HUEYS got melted. 

PANEL 3.
SAME SHOT. TOYBOX LOOKS UP FROM WHAT SHE IS DOING AND LOOKS ACROSS THE ROOM TOWARDS HER DAD FROM BEHIND HIM, HOPING FOR SOME FLICKER OF RESPONSE OR REACTION. THERE IS NONE. HE CONTINUES TO STARE EXPRESSIONLESSLY OUT OF THE PANEL AT US IN THE RIGHT FOREGROUND, SUNK THERE IN HIS ARMCHAIR.
No Dialogue 


PANEL 4.
SAME SHOT. HERE, TOYBOX HAS WALKED ACROSS THE ROOM INTO THE FOREGROUND SO THAT SHE STANDS JUST BEHIND AND TO OUR LEFT OF HER DAD'S ARMCHAIR. LEANING DOWN, SHE TAKES HIS HEAD IN HER HANDS AND KISSES HIM GENTLY AND TENDERLY ON TOP OF HIS HEAD, MAYBE ON HIS BALD SPOT. HIS FACE DOESN'T FLICKER OR REGISTER HER PRESENCE IN THE SLIGHTEST. HE JUST STARES LIFELESSLY OUT OF THE PANEL AT US.
TOYBOX : Dad? Hey, Colonel? Listen, I'm going up to my ROOM, listen to some radio and chill OUT.
TOYBOX : Yell if you need anything, okay? 
TOYBOX : I love you.

PANEL 5.
NOW A, BIG WIDE FINAL PANEL TO END THIS ISSUE WITH. UP IN THE BOTTOM LEFT FOREGROUND WE HAVE SOME OF THE DARK, NIGHT-TIME HOUSES OF THE SUBURBS WHERE TOYBOX AND HER DAD LIVE. THERE IS THE ODD BEDROOM WINDOW LIT UP. BEYOND THIS, LOOKING DOWN A WIDE SLOPE OF SCATTERED LIGHTS AND ILLUMINATIONS, WE ARE LOOKING DOWN TOWARDS THE EDGE OF THE BAY. FROM OUR SIDE OF THE BAY, THE NARROW ELECTRIC-JEWELLED RIBBON OF THE BRIDGE STRETCHES AWAY FROM US TOWARDS THE MASSIVE ISLAND THAT RISES IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BAY, A MULTI-TIERED FLUORESCENT WEDDING CAKE THAT BLAZES AGAINST THE NIGHT, THE YELLOW AURA OF ITS SODIUM LAMPS STAINING THE STARS AND THE NIGHT SKY ALL AROUND IT WITH A KIND OF WARM BUT VAGUELY POISONOUS LOOKING GLOW, LIKE ALL BIG CITIES HAVE. THE TAILLESS CRACKLE BALLOONS OF THE RADIO STATION ARE JUST ARRANGED ACROSS THE PANEL AS WE LISTEN TO THE D.J. SIGN OFF AND SAY GOOD NIGHT TO US ALL. MAYBE DOWN IN THE BOTTOM RIGHT CORNER OF THIS LAST PANEL WE COULD JUST HAVE A LITTLE STYLISED NUMERAL 10 INSTEAD OF HAVING "THE ND" OR "TO BE CONTINUED" OR SOMETHING. SEE WHAT YOU THINK, ANYWAY.
TAILLESS CRACKLE: ...little before nine P.M here on Live Radio Neopolis, listenin'to yo' Royal Ruler, KING SMOKE.
TAILLESS CRACKLE: This is one for all you LADIES out there. Playin' us out its NIGHTINGALE BROOKER, with "CAN'T CLOAK MY EMOTIONS, CAN'T MASK MY TEARS."
TAILLESS CRACKLE: Sweet DREAMS, everybody. 
TAILLESS CRACKLE: Take it away, Nightingale....
SYMBOL, UNDER : 10.

Script by Alan Moore, Art by Gene Ha and Zander Canon