FAT SUIT: It's just another Saturday, in a umm old street. Well if you got the taco, oh, then we just umm the bee.
Panel Two: Platform, night, exterior. Just as Jack swings the fat suit turns so Jack hit�s the wall. The fat suit seeing Jack swing at him is reaching for his gun located inside his jacket. Jack knows by the expression on his face that he just fucked up.
CAPTION: I was looking forward to laughing every time I heard Starship. I guess I�ll never get that chance now.
FAT SUIT: Wha
FAT SUIT: SHIT!
SFX: KRUCHHHH
Panel Three: Platform, night, exterior. Jack holding both ends of the gun pops the fat guard in the face with the gun. He reels back from the blow with his hand still in his jacket.
SFX: THWACK
FAT SUIT: Ugh
Panel Four: Platform, night, exterior. The rail collapses under the fat suits weight and he starts to fall. Jack is now just watching with a surprised but pleased look on his face.
FAT SUIT: Aggggh!
Panel Five: Platform, night, exterior. We look over the side with Jack to see the fat man splattered on the ground.
JACK: Just like I planned?
Page Seventeen Panel One: Hallway, night, interior. Jack left the outside door wide open and very little light is coming into the dark hallway. Jack is listening to two men talk around the corner with his gun raised. He has one eye brow raised because the information is very interesting. The two men are suits walking down the other side of the hallway towards a set of stairs leading down. There are two doors on each side of the hall.
SUIT A: Why fucking rush there are eight guys down stairs and if they can�t handle it then I�m out of here.
SUIT B: I hear that. That fucking spic doesn�t pay me enough to hall some nigger out of the drink at three in the morning then drag his monkey ass here.
SUIT A: You see the size of that guy? That nigger is built like a dumpster.
SUIT B: Heavy as one too.
Panel Two: Same shot. Jack is now down on one knee listen to them as they go down the stairs. He�s tilting his head in their direction. He still has his eye brow up and is now sticking his tongue out as if he�s thinking.
SUIT A: To bad he�s not as hard as a fucking dumpster.
SUIT A & B: HAHAHA
CAPTION: Oh he doesn�t like to be called a nigger, but I love telling him when people say it.
Panel Three: Nice bar, night, exterior. It�s a nice bar with a large stained window with shapes or something lame that all nice bars have. The name can be anything just so long as it�s in cursive and is long. We can�t see inside because the glass is colored. Outside the bar is well lit this is a nice place after all, but you can still tell it�s dark. This is a tight shot so we can�t see past the sidewalk in front of the bar.
CAPTION: This is how it usually goes.
Panel Four: Same shot. A man is flying out of the window. We see it just as he�s starting to pass through the glass. We can tell it�s a man but the whole window hasn�t given yet so we can�t see in the bar.
SFX: KRESSSHHH
Panel Five: Same shot. Now the man has passed the glass and is on the ground we can see his legs on the sidewalk still in the panel but nothing else. Inside the bar is a group of people all looking at McManus in the center of the window and the group. He�s taller than them and really has presence. He�s looking forward at us but his body is turned to the side. He is pissed and breathing hard Jack who is next to him is shocked that McManus just tossed a guy out and his jaw is dropped. Also for future stories we can see Chris the baseball bat murder sitting at the bar. He is unmoved by this because he�s watching the game on the bar�s tv. Tyler is also in the bar he�s turning to see what happen then covering his face.
JACK: we gotta go.