Clockwork Angels: Comic Script Read Free

panel. Owen, his back to us, encounters THE PEDLAR on the otherwise empty town street. He has matted and tangled gray hair, a stovepipe hat, an eyepatch. And he is standing by a remarkable, heavily loaded steampunk-style cart. [See full description in the novel.]
    OWEN
    OH! Where did you come from?
    OWEN
    A pedlar won’t have much luck selling his wares now. The town’s closed, on account of the scheduled rain …
    PANEL 3
    Close-up of the Pedlar, his eyepatch, hat, tangled gray hair. [Note, we will see by the end of this issue that the Pedlar is really the Watchmaker in disguise.]
    PEDLAR
    And what about you, young man?
    PEDLAR
    What do you lack?
    PAGE 6
    PANEL 1
    Small panel, Owen’s face shows puzzlement. He’s never thought about this before.
    OWEN
    Ummm … what do I lack?
    PANEL 2
    Big panel. The Pedlar tinkers with his amazing steampunk cart, adjusting packages. THROUGHOUT: the steampunk alchemy in this world runs on coldfire , a pale blue glowing energy source, so most manifestations of technology will have a pale blue glow about them.
    PEDLAR
    No rush. I’ll give you time to answer.
    PANEL 3
    Owen crosses his arms, as if giving a memorized answer from school.
    OWEN
    We have food, we have coldfire for warmth and energy, we have our jobs, we have happiness. Everything has its place and every place has its thing. There has been no chaos in Albion for centuries.
    OWEN
    Our loving Watchmaker takes care of our every need. All is for the best.
    PANEL 4
    Small panel, close on Owen. He lifts his chin.
    OWEN
    I lack for nothing, sir.
    PANEL 5
    Extreme close-up of the Pedlar’s narrow, intense eyes. They seem to have a bit of blue coldfire glow, too.
    PEDLAR
    That is the best answer a person can give.
    PANEL 6
    The Pedlar follows his cart as it begins to chug down the street. Blue-tinted steam boils out of a narrow exhaust stack. The Pedlar calls over his shoulder.
    PEDLAR
    Although such consistent prosperity certainly makes my profession a difficult one.
    PAGE 7
    PANEL 1
    With a concerned expression, Owen looks at the town clocktower. Ominous gray clouds are gathering. But the clock shows 3:16.
    OWEN
    The rain is late …
    PANEL 2
    Owen holds out his hand, palm up. (Can be just a close-up of his outstretched hand.)
    PANEL 3
    Large panel, Owen watches the Pedlar, who is far down the street now, his cart entering the forest at the edge of Barrel Arbor. (For ref, see Hugh Syme’s painting of the Pedlar and his cart in the woods.)
    PANEL 4
    Small panel, a couple of raindrops spatter the ground.
    PANEL 5
    As rain begins to pour, Owen goes running down the street toward a fieldstone cider house, carrying the apples in one hand, holding down his cap with the other. (Put a cap on him in previous panels).
    PANEL 6
    Owen stands in the doorway of the cider house, panting, looking out at the sheeting rain. His father is in the interior shadows.
    OWEN’S FATHER
    You’re late, son.
    OWEN
    So is the rain …
    PANEL 7
    Owen’s father wipes his hand on a towel. Interior of the cider house has barrels and barrels of apples, an apple press, jugs stacked in the corners.
    OWEN’S FATHER
    There was a newsgraph update an hour ago, delaying the rain by eight minutes. All is for the best.
    OWEN’S FATHER
    Now let’s have an early supper. They’ll be expecting us at the tavern later.
    PAGE 8
    PANEL 1
    A wooden sign hanging outside a British-style pub. The TICK TOCK TAVERN
    PANEL 2
    Interior of the pub, very pleasant and homey, something out of every quaint fairytale; technology level is steampunkish, around the end of the 19 th century. Villagers sit around tables, talking, drinking tankards, everybody having a good time. Owen’s father makes an announcement as he hands a big tankard to young Owen, who is sitting at one of the tables.
    OWEN’S FATHER
    A mug of real hard cider for my son Owen, who’ll be a man soon. He’s already received his congratulations card from the Watchmaker.
    PANEL 3
    Owen accepts the mug, looking