James Brighton Society, Chapter 5: Pages 5-6
Page 5, 5 Panels- Skies above Arlington Virginia
Panel 1: Cut to a shot of the Detective, turning a few pages forward compared to the one she read from at the second-to-last panel of the previous page. Her eyes still primarily focused on the words scrawled over them, though also (via her periphery) in Grem's direction at the driver's seat.
DET. RANDOLPH [Cont.]: I checked out some old missing person files from the station, which initially didn't turn out well until I widened the scope out to unsolved murders. That's where I discovered something interesting...
Panel 2: Same setting/layout as the previous panel. A couple of seconds later, Tasha looks up in the immortal Irishman's direction to address him eye-to-eye. Her right hand touching the notebook as she speaks; her forefinger gently touching the part of the page where the information was written.
DET. RANDOLPH [Cont., to Grem]: Five Congressional staffers, found dead in similar ways to the victim, save for different lost limbs. Whatever the James Brighton Society's doing, they've been planning for a long time.
Panel 3: We move back to Grem at the driver's seat, looking on in Ms. Randolph's direction as he steers the Isle to the left. His mind has already started to plot out a theory based on his own work as he speaks.
GREM [nods, to Det. Randolph]: Agreed. Which, if past is prologue (and with me it certainly is), doesn't mean anything good. GREM [Bubble 2]: Those dead staffers...the first one popped up around '34?
Panel 4: Same setting/layout as Panel 2. She nods at the question with a little bit of surprise at its accuracy. Her hand is still placed on the notebook, flat against the paper in a way that covers the writing from view of the reader.
DET. RANDOLPH: Yeah, Rep. Ashton of New York. How'd you know? GREM [Off-Panel]: GREM [Off-Panel]: I read about it once while out in a job. Mostly guess work and prior knowledge. I remember reading about some forms of magic that uses body parts in their spellwork.
Panel 5: Back to a shot of Mr. Allen in a similar setting and layout that we saw in Panel 3, just as the ship straightens out after its turn. He looks over and gives a slight grin in the young woman's direction.
GREM [Cont.]: What was that stuff you were going on about after we left D2T2?
Page 6, 6 Panels- Skies above Arlington Virginia/Grem's Apartment, Washington D.C.
Panel 1: Cut back to the good Detective in a similar setting and layout to what we saw back in the second-to-last panel of the previous page. There isn't a great deal of thought put into answering the question, though she does display a degree of curiosity over what brought about the question.
DET. RANDOLPH [slight nod, to Grem]: Cusha...why you ask?
Panel 2: Back to Grem in a similar setting and layout to what we saw at the end of the previous page. His eyes looking out in front of him as he drives; his hands gripped on the ovular steering wheel at 3 and 9. As was the case with Panel 1, you can see the tops of other buildings in the background passing by as he speaks.
GREM [ready to drink, to Det. Randolph]: 'Cause I knowa place in town that can make the very best glass of it you've ever tasted. I'll snag a bottle from 'em...
Panel 3: Cut to an exterior shot of Grem's apartment building a short time later. The layout is similar to when we saw a couple of chapters ago. The difference is the appearance of sunlight and the streets that are partially iced up as a result of the storm. You can see the sight of other people through the windows, laughing and having a great time at that moment.
GREM [Cont. caption]: "And fry up some prime boxty while we swap notes and celebrate not dying!" DET. RANDOLPH [popping from the top of the window]: Holy Father, that's good!
Panel 4: We move to an interior side shot of Grem's couch a second later, focused squarely on our heroine with a look of noticeable surprise on her face as she starts to lower the clear glass of booze back onto the tabletop next to her notebook. The background behind her is filled with the colors of yellow and brown from the wall near them.
DET. RANDOLPH [Cont., to Grem]: At first I thought it was some gringo bravado. But--I was wrong. Tastes like it was back from home.
Panel 5-6: Cut to a shot of Grem over in the kitchen from the stove in Panel 5. He smiles and nods appreciatively, fixing the last of the ingredients to the potato pancakes. A few moments later, in Panel 6, the immortal Irishman looks back at Tasha while he lays out the batter into individual pancakes without looking.
GREM [proud and humble, Panel 5]: I can't take credit for that. That's all Dorian's handiwork...hands like an absolutely bloody magician pouring drinks. GREM [Cont., to Det. Randolph; Panel 6]: Anyway, the big news...I found a photo of the Grand Vizier. DET. RANDOLPH [intrigued Off-Panel, Panel 6]: The puto who tried to kill us? GREM [Panel 6, Bubble 2]: Aye...Athena, if you wanna pop by the bag for a tick, grab the clippings from the library. DET. RANDOLPH [Panel 6, Bubble 2]: Hold up, your cat? What can she do...?