Script for today:
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Kupler, sitting behind her desk, her eyebrow raised, holding the packet of money by her fingertips.
CAPTION: I’ve assured at least some good might come from this grisly adventure.
KUPLER: I understand you. |
Taylor standing in the entrance foyer of an elegant hotel room, next to a BELLHOP who is gesturing obsequiously.
CAPTION: Even if Kupler understands me, she still insists on my staying 48 hours in a luxury hotel to make sure I think it over. |
Taylor looking into a mirror in an elegantly appointed bathroom, sticking something up her nose on the end of a pair of tweezers.
CAPTION: Which works for me, because I have a comm device I need to put somewhere safe… |
View of Taylor’s face. She is biting her lip and a trickle of blood is running out of one of her nostrils.
CAPTION: Fuck that hurt. |
Taylor lying her back, naked, her hand between her spread legs.
CAPTION:Since in fact there’s nothing for me to “think over” I lie around. I watch CNN and BBC and masturbate to pass the time.
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Taylor staring out a window. The light indicates the sun is at a low angle.
CAPTION:And watch the sun rise and set twice. |
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A view of a hi-rise cityscape. In the middle there is a solid black cube.
CAPTION: “Level II” is a vast, windowless building right in the middle of Munai City. |
View of Taylor’s face, looking up, brow wrinkled, through the window of a limousine.
CAPTION: It would stand out most places, but all modern architecture in Munai is brutal and ugly. |
A uniformed guard holds open a black door in a black wall leading to a black space beyond. We see Taylor from behind, about to step over the threshold.
CAPTION: “Abandon all hope…” but I love you, Marie. |
Taylor stands facing a group of black-robed figures who sit on a high bench in front of her. Behind them are blazing torches. To Taylor’s right there is some sort of brazier with a lit torch next to it. In front of her, a pool of water that seems to glow slightly.
CAPTION: These perverts…
CAPTION: They sure love their little rituals. |
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Close up on FIRST ROBED FIGURE.
FIRST ROBED FIGURE: Who dares come before us to beg admittance? |
Close up on Taylor’s face. She looks forward, confidently.
TAYLOR: My name is Taylor Chase. |
Close up on SECOND ROBED FIGURE
SECOND ROBED FIGURE: Henceforth address us in a manner befitting a slave. |
Close-up on Taylor’s face. She hangs her head abjectly.
TAYLOR: Yes, my lords. |
Close up on a THIRD ROBED FIGURE, who points with his index figure.
THIRD ROBED FIGURE: You realize that you may go only by our leave, perhaps never? |
Close up on a FOURTH ROBED FIGURE
FOURTH ROBED FIGURE: You realize that we may do with you what we will and you shall submit and obey without complaint? |
Close up on the FIFTH ROBED FIGURE
FIFTH ROBED FIGURE: You agree that henceforth you are nothing, save a vessel of pleasure? |
Close up on Taylor, who continues to hang her head abjectly.
TAYLOR: Yes, my lords. |
Close up on Taylor’s feet. It becomes clear in this panel that she is standing on a patch of dirt.
FIRST ROBED FIGURE (out-of-panel balloon): Then strip completely. Expose yourself to use and to the air. |
The image of a naked woman facing judgment from a group of robed figures is, naturally, an opportunity to put in another striking image from Jean-Léon Gérôme, The Judgment of Phryne,who found herself in a similar situation once:
(Click on image for a larger version.) It is said that the Aeropagus, on seeing Phryne naked, promptly acquitted her of whatever it was that she was accused of.
Well, I would have, wouldn’t you?