Golden Gate Comic Con, Chapter 4: Pages 13-14
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PANEL 1: Cut to Michele a second later, glancing down at her smart watch and typing something into the holographic screen that pops up from it; her periphery focused toward the off-panel Golden Calf in order to address him.
MICHELE: 500,000 viewers for Fortnite, 220,000 for Marvel. Roughly...90-100,000 for the Indie stuff. It's all done by me and Jax from my own flat back in London.
PANEL 2-3: A two-part set of panels that moves to a joint shot of the two of them moments later. In Panel 2, the Golden Calf looks over and examines the data that pops up in the form of graphs and charts as she speaks. In Panel 3, his eyes leeringly drifting down toward Ms. McKinney's neckline through the rest of her speech.
MICHELE [Cont. to Golden Calf, Panel 2]: Each channel's is consistently in the top 10 on the European continent of each game, respectively. MICHELE [Panel 3]: We're looking to branch out into doing an eSports-centric show on the site, given the recent popularity of the ePremiership back home. We're shopping around different networks in Britain. But if I can find someone with deep pockets who could maybe help us do this independently, that'd be... GOLDEN CALF [thought bubble, Panel 3]: I can see how she's popular...
PANEL 4: We shift the setting to focus specifically on the Golden Calf a few seconds later. He looks over in the young woman's direction, spinning his next phrase as if he's said it dozens of times to other potential entrepreneurs.
GOLDEN CALF [impressed, to Michele]: These are excellent numbers, my dear. I've been thinking of taking a dip into the UK, a lot of untapped potential there.
PANEL 5: Cut to Michele on the other side; the setting and layout similar to the top of the page. She tries to weather through the slightly condescending tone of the man's comment, keeping the smile to put the impression that she's okay.
MICHELE [appreciative/hopeful]: Thank you. Just so you know though, I have no plan or desire to move full-time to the U.S. Britain may be a swirling water starved hellscape, but I'd rather that than the world's first Cold Civil War-- GOLDEN CALF [interjecting, Off-Panel]: I'll keep that in my mind. Before we get into any contractual meats or starting doling out Patties...
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PANEL 1: Back to the Golden Calf in the same setting and layout as Panel 4 of the previous page. He reaches out and grabs his little over half-full glass of alcohol to soon take a drink; a more flirty gleam in his eyes that mixes with a patina of business that he wears on the outside.
GOLDEN CALF [Cont., to Michele]: I'd love to check out some past videos- get a sense of who you are to be able to see how my money can help out.
PANEL 2: Cut to a shot of Michele, noticeably encouraged by the statement. She glances down toward the holographic display from her watch, ready to cue up something for the Golden Calf's viewing. Off-panel from the left, you can see the Bartender placing her glass of Corbyn on the bartop next to her.
MICHELE [to Golden Calf]: Okay! I actually have one I can pop up on my M-Com from a few days ago on my Marvel channel that I think can-- GOLDEN CALF [interjecting, Off-Panel]: Actually, if you don't mind...
PANEL 3: Back to Calf in the same setting and layout as Panel 1 after taking a sip of his drink. There's a look of faux regret on his face as the first part of his flirting plan starts to come into play; the glass is now just in front of his lips as he speaks.
GOLDEN CALF [Cont.]: I left my specs back in my hotel room. I usually like to have them on whenever I'm scouting new talent...coordinating with my alogrithmic system at HQ.
PANEL 4-5: We move to a shot of Ms. McKinney reacting to the statement in Panel 4 with a clear degree of disgust, understanding what the man is hinting at that moment. A second later, in Panel 5, she quickly downs the contents of the drink in one foul swoop.
ADAM [caption, Panel 5]: Oh, wow...!
EXT. BAYCHRON OFFICES- Early Evening
PANEL 6: Cut to a shot of Adam standing at the front entrance to his former place of employment, the BayChron (fka the San Francisco Chronicle); its antiseptic looking red and gray colored logo with a shot of the Golden Gate bridge behind it in full view. His back is view of the reader, illuminated by a solar street light that shines down from the top right corner of the panel view.
ADAM [thought bubble]: You expect it to look terrible, yet...still finds a way to make you throw up a little in your mouth!