The Boo-Ya! #3: Pages 5-6

Page 5, 7 Panels- Il Birrificio di Como, Como Italy Panel 1: We cut to a shot of the front of the Il Brrificio di Como ten minutes later. The business has just closed and completely without any semblance of action from customers, except for a single light that can be seen coming from the windows in the upper floor of the building. The area is relatively devoid of sound except for the sound of cars and footsteps emanating from off-panel. CAPTION: Il Birrificio di Como Como, Italy Panel 2-4: A three-part set of panels centered around the same setting and layout of the Brewery that we saw in Panel 1. You can see the faint sign of a shadow appear on ground level that grows in prominence with each preceding panel. You can also hear the sound of screaming in Panel 2 that grows in volume and noise in Panel 3, punctuated in Panel 4 by Ms. Cartwright's body crashing hard onto the ground. ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [despondent; Panel 3]: AHHH...This is gonna hurt...Fuuucc-- ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [Cont., Panel 4]: AGHH! Panel 5: We move to a close-up of Robin on the ground as she slowly pushes herself back up to her feet. The broken remnants of the parachute just starting to flutter down from the sky a couple of steps length next to the young woman's body. There's a look of great pain and anguish on her face as it happens. ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [to herself with a grumble, starting to unbuckle the parachute]: Damn 'chute...you'd think it could stand up to a little gust. Panel 6-7: A two-part set of panels centered on the woman in the same setting and layout as the previous panel. In Panel 6, Robin takes her first step on terrafirma once more with a high amount of grunting and wincing. Her right hand casually taking the rest of the parachute and tossing it to the side. In Panel 7, a second later, she takes a slightly more confident step forward toward the left of the panel view. The level of pain now toward a more acceptable level. ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [through grimaced, pained expression; Panel 6]: Least... ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [Panel 6, Bubble 2]: JAAGHH!.... ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [Cont., showing a little more relief and composure; Panel 7]: Nothing's broken. ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [putting on a level of joy, albeit weakly; Panel 7, Bubble 2]: Yay, small victories! Page 6, 6 Panels- Via Pasquale Paoli, Como Italy Panel 1: We cut to a slightly elevated shot of Robin walking with a hobble along the Via Pasquale Paoli that the Brewery resides on just a few minutes later. The twinkling of the stars in the sky and the peacefulness of the city in the late evening is prominently on display in the panel, along with the cold of the concrete road that is illuminated by a mix of moonlight and street lights in the distance. The lighting combination illuminates our heroine as she goes along the road, reaching into her pocket to pull out her phone from one of her coat's chest pockets. ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [to herself]: Thank Wonder Woman I keep my phone with me...and that it didn't break on the ride down. Panel 2: Same layout as the previous panel. Through the magic of the passage of time (40 minutes to be exact), we see Ms. Cartwright continue her walk along the road in the direction of the intersection into Via Varensia that can be seen far in the distance of the panel view. Her head is tilted downward, looking at the screen of her smartphone. ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [Cont.]: Now, where the hell did the pilot say they were flying to? Panel 3-5: A three-part set of panels centered back on groud floor level at Robin. She glances up in Panel 3 in a ponderous train of thought, trying to find the last bit of information lying on the top of her tongue as she searches on her phone for the answer. In Panel 4, a few minutes later, she glances up from the screen, ready to blurt it out proudly. Just as she's about to settle into how she's gonna get there and what plan she has to survive this First Contact situation, there's a car horn that pulls her head back behind her. ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [Panel 3]: Molto...Maltriesss...Mownt---Frack, I know it's in my head somewhere! ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [Panel 3, Bubble 2]: Maybe a little Google search could help-- ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [Cont., with a realization; Panel 4]: Moltrasio! That's it...a little embarrassing it took that long to figure out. ROBIN CARTWRIGHT [Panel 4, Bubble 2]: Anyway, let's see what's the quickest way there... SOUND EFFECT [Off-Panel, Panel 5]: HONK HONK!.... Panel 6: Cut to a shot of a BMW convertible slowing down to a stop five steps behind Ms. Cartwright as she starts to turn around and stop herself. At the driver's seat of the silver colored 2016 luxury car, we see a tall looking gentleman in his mid-30s wearing a crisp Bespoke black suit with slicked back black hair. He looks like a skinnier version of Peter Serafinowicz with a five o'clock shadow. BUSINESSMAN [to Robin]: Scuzi...signora, scuzi?