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Page 109 -- First Seen: 2010-05-07
This is a preview of: Phoebus Krumm
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PANEL ONE
The two men leave through a many-windowed door onto the
quarterdeck, from which we see them, more or less at full length.
Tarrant looks at the younger man, his expression carefully neutral.
Echeverria-Estrella has a sympathetic expression on his face.
Echeverria-Estrella (quietly): 'Naturally, you have loved Mistress
Islay from the moment you first set eyes upon her.'
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PANEL TWO
Closeup on Echeverria-Estrella.
Echeverria-Estrella: 'No need to answer. It is the same with me. How
could it not be? Shall we try not to let it interfere with our task?'
PANEL THREE
Back inside, Krumm and Demondion-Echeverria stand watching Tarrant
and Echeverria-Estrella through the glass. Bretta is not immediately
in view, but the men are aware she's there and keep their voices low.
Demondion-Echeverria: 'Those two will come to blows, e'er this is
over.'
Krumm: 'I doubt it, Frantisek. The girl knows her own heart.'
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PANEL FOUR
Bretta has been sitting in a chair with her chin in her hands. Now
she looks up in horror.
Bretta: 'Come to blows because of me? I don't want that!'
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PANEL FIVE
Three-shot: the two men stand. Bretta is still seated. We see her
from the back where her crossbow is slung over the chair.
Demondion-Echeverria winks at her.
Demondion-Echeverria: 'Because of hormones, history, and human nature,
my dear. There is little you can do to stop it.'
Demondion-Echeverria: 'Nor would you wish to, in the end.'
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PANEL SIX
Taking her crossbow, Bretta storms out -- all we see is her back
going out the door. The rest of her is distorted by the glass and
framing.
Demondion-Echeverria: 'Besides, Tarrant is old enough to be your
grandfather!'
Bretta: 'And your son, sir, wears perfume enough for the both of us!'
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