Panel 1: Another, smaller column of water on the surface of the sea as Phoebe is jerked back underwater.
SFX – SUBMERGING (1): Fwoosh!
Translation (1): Puuf!
Panel 2: A tentacle has emerged above the same surface of the water as in Panel 1. It is swinging around Phoebe’s bikini top, which the beast below has presumable stripped off her. (Indicate with motion lines.)
Panel 3: A spot on the deck of the Yellow Rose, close-up. Phoebe’s bikini top landing on the deck, presumably tossed there by the beast below.
SFX – WET BIKINI TOP LANDING ON DECK (2): Splut!
Translation (2): Baf!
Panel 4: Same as Panel 2, but now it’s the bikini bottom landing next to the top.
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THE CREATURE, TENTACLES ALL LIMP
A TECHNICIAN in a Level 1 Hazmat suit is sticking a long hypodermic needle into the creature and extracting something.
DR. MOORCOCK (V.O.)
We anesthetized the creature and took a small tissue sample from the Gynophage’s huge brain. Somewhat to our surprise we found human neurons integrated into it.
ELECTROMICROGRAPH OF BRAIN TISSUE
DR. MOORCOCK (V.O.)
When we D-N-A tested those neurons, we found a lot of human D-N-A that appears to have been taken from many different women, including some belonging to our late colleague, Dr. Rosalie Quisp.
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DR. MOORCOCK
This has led to speculation that there is continuity of personal identity between the Gynophage and its human prey. Since the phrase is random nonsense, we will know that the Gynophage probably didn’t look it up on the Internet.
TOOZIE
I envy your faith in humanity.
DR. MOORCOCK
The Internet is nonrandom nonesnse, Toozie.
TOOZIE
Fair enough.
DR. MOORCOCK
The point is, if we see it come back to us in the information it sends, it will be a clue that at least a part of you will have survived.
TOOZIE
(almost blown away by this bizarre revelation)
Wow.
DR. MOORCOCK
Now there is also the question you had about nudity.
TOOZIE
Yes. As in, why is it necessary?
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Panel 1: Barron Jr. has zoomed in on something (possibly make it clearer with a little “ZOOM” in one corner of the panel). It is one of Phoebe’s ankles. The tip of a tentacle has wrapped itself around the ankle.
Panel 2: Phoebe in the middle of being yanked off her feet and dragged under the rail by the pull of the tentacle. Her hands are splayed out forward as she is falling, her sunglasses gone askew.
Phoebe (jagged, panicked balloon) (1): WHOOP!
Translation (1): O HO!
Panel 3: View over the rail. Phoebe has been pulled into the sea, her fall throwing up a column of water.
SFX – Phoebe hitting the water (2): SPLASH!
Translation (2): PLAŬD!
Panel 4: Phoebe’s head resurfacing briefly as she pulls herself back up above water.
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INT. A MEDICAL CONSULTING ROOM – DAY
Dr. Moorcock and Toozie sit on opposite sides of a table. Dr. Moorcock is in her white labcoat, Toozie is dressed casually.
Dr. Moorcock hands a medicine bottle across the table to Toozie.
DR. MOORCOCK
Take a capfull of this with every meal for the next week.
TOOZIE
What is it?
DR. MOORCOCK
Radioisotopes. With these and a scanner we will be able to track you on your…journey. Also…
(hands a little printed card to Toozie)
Memorize these phrases. Learn them backwards and forwards.
TOOZIE
(reading from card)
“Now and then, a guardian angel can be kind to a coward over a coward. A darling bubble bath is friendly. When the comely widow dies, the ruffian feels nagging remorse.”
(looking up)
I don’t get it. This is nonsense.
DR. MOORCOCK
Deliberate nonsense we want you to memorize.
TOOZIE
Why?
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Panel 1: Barron Sr. and a WEALTHY FRIEND (another corpulent middle-aged man), both wearing sunglasses, tacky Hawaiian shirts and Bermuda shorts, sitting on deck chairs sipping drinks.
Wealthy Friend (1): President Reagan sure did a number on those air traffic control thugs and their union, eh?
Translation (1): Prezidanto Reagan certe faris spektaklon pri tiuj brutoj de aertrafiko kaj ilia sindikato, ĉu ne?
Barron Sr. (2): Here’s hoping he takes on the coons and the spics next.
Translation (2): Li esperas konkeri la nigrulojn kaj la latinidojn.
Panel 2: Wealthy friend is sitting up peering over his sunglasses, while Barron Sr. is waving Barron Jr. and his camera away with a gesture of his hand (indicate with motion lines).
Barron Sr (3): Move along, son. This is grown-up talk.
Translation (3): Iru for, filo. Tio ĉi estas plenkreskula babilado.
Panel 3: Phoebe is in her bikini, leaning slightly backwards with her hands on the rail, looking forward, enjoying the sun and sea. She is also wearing sunglasses and her body glistens a bit from her having put on sunscreen.
Panel 4: Same as before, but now Phoebe is looking into Barron Jr.’s camera with an admonitory expression.
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INT. HARRY’S NEW OFFICE – DAY
Harry sits at his desk, Joe and Arthur in chairs in front of it. They are all wearing their very best business attire. All are silent except for Joe slowly tapping a pen on one of his chair’s armrests.
After Joe’s tapping goes on for a while, Arthur shoots Joe a dirty look. Joe stops tapping and puts his pen away.
The phone on Harry’s desk RINGS in a way that sounds abnormally loud as it shatters the silence. Harry hastily picks it up.
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HARRY
Hari Lal speaking.
(nods his head a few times while intensely concentrating on the call)
Yes, Madam President. We understand.
(relaxes ever so slightly, listens)
Yes. We’ll be ready. Thank you, Madam President.
Harry hangs up the phone.
HARRY
They’ve decided to let us go forward.
Joe, who had been holding his breath in anticipation, exhales at length.
ARTHUR
Damn.
HARRY
The Attorney General is drafting a special emergency executive order to exempt us from liability. They’ll be sending a bundle of paperwork over to your office by special courier, Arthur.
ARTHUR
We’ll be ready for them.
HARRY
And meanwhile, Joe, I guess we have to extract Ms. Chen from her office and inform her she is destined for higher things.
JOE
And to think I wanted to ask her out on a date, too. I can’t believe the President…
ARTHUR
(in a voice imitating Al Pacino as Michael Corleone)
“Now who’s being naive, Kay?”
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Note: There should be some sort of framing around the panels on this and some succeeding pages to indicate that they’re “footage” taken with Barron Jr.’s Super 8 camera.
Panel 1: Barron Jr.’s hand pushing open a cabin door somewhere below decks on the Yellow Rose.
SUBTITLE (1): Camera footage taken by Barron Jr., son of Barron Sr.
Translation (1): Filmregistraĵo farita de Barron la Juna, filo de Barron la Maljuna
Panel 2: We see past the door into the interior of a cabin. Phoebe, evidently surprised while changing into a bikini, is holding her as-yet-unfastened bikini top over her breasts with one arm, while charging forward and reaching for the door with her other. She wears an appropriately angry expression.
Phoebe (2): Get out of here, you little pervert!
Translation (2): Iru for, eta perversiulo, vi!
Panel 3: View of a gangway, leading up to the deck.
Panel 4: View off the deck of the Yellow Rose. We can see the rail on the side of the deck, beyond that the ocean, and beyond that in the distance the trees and hills of the Island of Motofupo.
Panel 1: A family picture of the Petrobuxs, Texas oil billionaires, taken around 1980. At the center are BARRON PETROBUX SR. (“Barron Sr.”), and his wife PEONY. Barron Sr. is a corpulent man in a cowboy hat, cowboy boots, string tie with a diamond slider. Peony is a woman dressed in overly expensive clothes for the period, clearly once very beautiful and now someone who spends time fighting oncoming middle age and it shows. Flanking them are the Petrobux daughter Phoebe, a beautiful and well-developed girl of about 16 in this photograph, smiling brilliantly, and BARRON JR., a somewhat sullen-looking boy about ten years old in this picture who is holding his most-prized possession, a high-end Super 8 movie camera (camcorders not being commercially available before 1984). Barron Jr. should have a Distinctive Feature that will enable us to identify him as the same person at later ages than he is in this photograph. What it is can be up to the artist, but should be reasonably recognizable: a scar, a cowlick that won’t go away, a droopy eyelid, something like that. There should be labels indicating the names of the four people in the photograph.
CAPTION – PSUEDO-NARRATION (1): In 1981, Barron Petrobux Sr. was a Texas oil and real-estate billionaire and an important figure in state and national Republican party politics. He had a famously beautiful wife, Peony and daughter, Phoebe, and a young son passionately interested in making movies, Barron Jr.
Translation (1): En 1981, Barron Petrobux la Maljuna estis teksasa miliardulo pro nafto kaj terposedaĵoj kaj grava figuro en la ŝtata kaj tutlanda politiko de Respublikana Partio. Li havis famkonatan belan edzinon, Peonia, kaj filinon, Febo, kaj junan filon ege interesatan fari filmojn, Barron la Juna.
Panel 2: A view of the Yellow Rose, the Petrobux family yacht, a big, expensive, tastelessly well-appointed vessel, traveling through the sea.
CAPTION – PSEUDO-NARRATION (2): Petrobux was also the proud owner of one of the largest private yachts in the world at the time.
Translation (2): Petrobux estis ankaŭ fiera posedanto de unu el la tiam plej grandaj privataj jaĥtoj en la mondo.
CAPTION – PSEUDO-NARRATION (3): The beautiful waters and beaches around Motofupo had been declared a restricted zone by the U.S. Navy, but exceptions to the restrictions would be made for a man of Petrobux’s political influence.
Translation (3): La belaj akvoj kaj plaĝoj ĉirkaŭ Motofupo estis deklaritaj limigita zono fare de la Usona Mararmeo, sed esceptoj estis kreitaj por homo kun la politika influo de Petrobux.
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INT. THE WAREHOUSE SPACE – NIGHT – TOOZIE’S DREAM
Two grabber tentacles shoot forth with great speed, and each grabs Toozie by one of the arms. They yank her upwards, about a foot off the floor.
Toozie GASPS and WHIMPERS. She opens her mouth as if to scream, but a phallic tentacle shoots its way forward and into her mouth. It thrusts back and forth in a rape-like act. Toozie GURGLES as if trying to speak but gagged.
A cutter tentacle stabs Toozie in the lower abdomen above the right hip, then slices across her abdomen, making a deep incision across Toozie’s body. Blood and then viscera spill out of Toozie, their redness vivid against the white surroundings.
A hard gurgle as Toozie fights but fails to scream.
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Logaĵo (Esperanto/Longpaĝa versio) 
