quote:A prison TRUSTY wheels a cart down a long, empty corridor --
delivering dinner to the prisoners in solitary confinement. Some of
the cells are visible, through ordinary barred entries; others are
totally sealed off, with sliding service trays mounted in solid metal
doors.
At a cell of the latter kind, the TRUSTY knocks once on the door,
then throws back a small panel to reveal the impassive face of
RORSCHACH.
TRUSTY
Hey Rorschach. Those cats you threw the grease on -- they're dyin'
man.
(beat)
Their friends are talkin' 'bout it. Say if those two go under . . .
this whole place blows.
RORSCHACH emits his trademark HISS and turns from the door. The
TRUSTY chuckles in anticipation.
TRUSTY (cont.)
I'd hate to be you, man. Locked in here with the likes of --
RORSCHACH
I'm not locked in here with them. They're locked in here with me.
With that, the panel slides suddenly SHUT in the TRUSTY's face.
%Yeah, let's take the scariest line from the comic and totally recontextualize it. That'll make it even better!% |
