Midnight City: The Collector
In the rain-soaked streets of 1947 Los Angeles, private detective Jack Morrow takes on a case that should be simple: find a missing actress. But in this city of shadows, nothing is what it seems, and the deeper Jack digs, the more bodies pile up. A classic noir tale of corruption, betrayal, and one man's search for truth in a world of lies.
An antique appraiser is called to evaluate the estate of a dead recluse. Among dusty furniture and old paintings, she finds a locked box containing photographs — each depicting a crime scene. The unsettling part: the photos are dated. And the crimes match real unsolved cases that happened after each photo was taken. The final photo in the box is dated three days from now. The location is recognizable. The victim's face is obscured — but she's wearing the appraiser's coat. She calls in Jack Morrow to help and get to the bottom of this
Characters
Vivian Lake
supporting
Hollywood's rising star who disappeared three days ago. Everyone assumes she ran off with a lover or had a breakdown. The truth is far more dangerous. She stumbled onto evidence that could bring down the most powerful men in the city.
Jack Morrow
protagonist
Ex-cop turned private detective after refusing to take bribes from the mob. Lost his wife to cancer two years ago and buries himself in work. Has a reputation for being honest in a dishonest city, which makes him both respected and dangerous to the wrong people.
Vincent Carmine
antagonist
The most powerful mob boss in Los Angeles, with legitimate business fronts including a movie studio. Charming on the surface but utterly ruthless. Has half the police force and most of City Hall in his pocket. Connected to Vivian's disappearance.
Mr. Perkins
supporting
A nervous and somewhat incompetent lawyer representing the Thorne estate, he is clearly out of his depth and hiding something.
Beat Cop
minor
A jaded and cynical beat cop patrolling the streets of Midnight City, he's seen it all and is unimpressed by the Thorne case.
Unnamed Antique Appraiser
supporting
A professional but enigmatic appraiser hired to assess the Thorne estate, she has a hidden agenda and a past she's trying to outrun.
Pawn Broker
supporting
A shifty and opportunistic pawn broker with a long memory, he recognizes Thorne and remembers their shared past.
Paranoid Man
supporting
A former employee of Thorne, now consumed by paranoia and conspiracy theories, he holds the key to understanding Thorne's obsession.
Page 1
Panel 1: EXT. THORNE MANSION - NIGHT. A gothic mansion looms against a stormy sky. Rain lashes down, turning the grounds into a muddy swamp. The mansion is dark and foreboding, with only a few flickering lights visible in the windows.
Panel 2: EXT. THORNE MANSION - CONTINUOUS. A sleek, modern car pulls up to the gates. The Unnamed Antique Appraiser gets out, struggling with a large umbrella. She is dressed in a smart but practical coat and carries a briefcase.
Panel 3: INT. THORNE MANSION - ENTRANCE HALL - MOMENTS LATER. The entrance hall is vast and dusty. Cobwebs hang from the ornate chandelier. A nervous-looking lawyer, MR. PERKINS, waits to greet her.
“Mr. Perkins: Good evening. You must be the appraiser. I'm Mr. Perkins, representing the Thorne estate.”
Panel 4: INT. THORNE MANSION - ENTRANCE HALL - CONTINUOUS. Close-up on the Unnamed Antique Appraiser's face. She offers a polite but professional smile.
“Unnamed Antique Appraiser: Thank you, Mr. Perkins. Please, just call me… well, I don't have a name.”
Page 2
Panel 1: INT. THORNE MANSION - GRAND LIBRARY - CONTINUOUS. Mr. Perkins leads the Unnamed Antique Appraiser through a dimly lit library. Bookshelves stretch to the ceiling, filled with ancient tomes. Dust motes dance in the faint light.
“Mr. Perkins: As you can see, Mr. Thorne was… quite the collector.”
Panel 2: INT. THORNE MANSION - GRAND LIBRARY - CONTINUOUS. The Unnamed Antique Appraiser examines a shelf of bizarre artifacts – shrunken heads, ancient masks, strange symbols carved into bone.
“Unnamed Antique Appraiser: Indeed. His tastes seem… eclectic.”
Panel 3: INT. THORNE MANSION - GRAND LIBRARY - CONTINUOUS. Mr. Perkins nervously adjusts his glasses.
“Mr. Perkins: He was a… reclusive man. Rarely left the estate. Always acquiring… things.”
Panel 4: INT. THORNE MANSION - GRAND LIBRARY - CONTINUOUS. The Unnamed Antique Appraiser turns, her gaze sweeping across the room.
“Unnamed Antique Appraiser: And you have no idea what these 'things' are worth?”
Page 3
Panel 1: INT. THORNE MANSION - GRAND LIBRARY - CONTINUOUS. Mr. Perkins sighs, running a hand through his thinning hair.
“Mr. Perkins: Not a clue. That's why I called you. The will stipulates everything must be appraised and sold. Quickly.”
Panel 2: INT. THORNE MANSION - GRAND LIBRARY - CONTINUOUS. The Unnamed Antique Appraiser nods slowly, her eyes narrowed in thought.
“Unnamed Antique Appraiser: Quickly, you say? Is there a particular reason for the urgency?”
Panel 3: INT. THORNE MANSION - GRAND LIBRARY - CONTINUOUS. Mr. Perkins flinches, avoiding her gaze.
“Mr. Perkins: The… the family wants it settled. That's all.”
Panel 4: INT. THORNE MANSION - GRAND LIBRARY - CONTINUOUS. The Unnamed Antique Appraiser raises an eyebrow, unconvinced.
“Unnamed Antique Appraiser: Of course. Let's start with the attic, shall we?”
Page 4
Panel 1: INT. THORNE MANSION - ATTIC - LATER. The attic is cramped and dusty, filled with forgotten furniture and stacks of old canvases. Light filters in weakly through a grimy window.
“Unnamed Antique Appraiser: (to herself) Right, where to begin?”
Panel 2: INT. THORNE MANSION - ATTIC - CONTINUOUS. The Unnamed Antique Appraiser rummages through a pile of canvases. She pulls one out, revealing a locked wooden box hidden beneath.
Panel 3: INT. THORNE MANSION - ATTIC - CONTINUOUS. Close-up on the box. It's old and worn, with a heavy iron lock.
Panel 4: INT. THORNE MANSION - ATTIC - CONTINUOUS. The Unnamed Antique Appraiser pulls a hairpin from her hair.
Page 5
Panel 1: INT. THORNE MANSION - ATTIC - CONTINUOUS. Close-up on the lock as the hairpin works its magic. A faint click is heard.
Panel 2: INT. THORNE MANSION - ATTIC - CONTINUOUS. The Unnamed Antique Appraiser opens the box. Inside, stacked neatly, are a series of photographs.
Panel 3: INT. THORNE MANSION - ATTIC - CONTINUOUS. The Unnamed Antique Appraiser picks up one of the photographs. It depicts a gruesome crime scene – a body lying in an alleyway, surrounded by shattered glass.
Panel 4: INT. THORNE MANSION - ATTIC - CONTINUOUS. She flips the photograph over. On the back, a date is stamped: 'October 27, 1946'.
Page 6
Panel 1: INT. THORNE MANSION - ATTIC - CONTINUOUS. The Unnamed Antique Appraiser shuffles through the remaining photographs. Each one depicts a different crime scene – a robbery, a stabbing, a hit-and-run.
Panel 2: INT. THORNE MANSION - ATTIC - CONTINUOUS. She finds a stack of old newspapers nearby. The headlines scream of unsolved crimes.
Panel 3: INT. THORNE MANSION - ATTIC - CONTINUOUS. Close-up on a newspaper clipping. The headline reads: 'Jewelry Store Robbery Turns Deadly - No Leads'. The date matches the date on one of the photographs.
Panel 4: INT. THORNE MANSION - ATTIC - CONTINUOUS. The Unnamed Antique Appraiser's face is pale. Her eyes are wide with disbelief and growing fear.
“Unnamed Antique Appraiser: (whispering) No… this can't be possible.”
Page 7
Panel 1: CLOSE UP - Photograph #1: A body lies sprawled in an alleyway. Rain reflects the neon lights of a nearby bar. The victim is a man in a fedora.
Panel 2: CLOSE UP - Photograph #2: A jewelry store, ransacked. A shattered display case. A security guard lies bleeding on the floor.
Panel 3: CLOSE UP - Photograph #3: A car crash. A woman pinned behind the wheel, her face contorted in pain.
Panel 4: CLOSE UP - The dates stamped on the back of each photograph: Oct 27, 1946, Nov 15, 1946, Dec 03, 1946.
Page 8
Panel 1: INT. THORNE MANSION - ATTIC - CONTINUOUS. The Unnamed Antique Appraiser frantically flips through the newspaper clippings again, confirming the dates. Her breathing becomes rapid and shallow.
Panel 2: INT. THORNE MANSION - ATTIC - CONTINUOUS. Close-up on her hand as she tremblingly picks up the final photograph.
Panel 3: INT. THORNE MANSION - ATTIC - CONTINUOUS. She slowly turns the photograph over.
Panel 4: CLOSE UP - The final photograph. It depicts an abandoned warehouse on the docks. The victim's face is obscured, but they are wearing a coat identical to the Unnamed Antique Appraiser's.
Page 9
Panel 1: INT. THORNE MANSION - ATTIC - CONTINUOUS. Close-up on the date stamped on the back of the final photograph: 'December 28, 1946'. Three days from now.
Panel 2: INT. THORNE MANSION - ATTIC - CONTINUOUS. The Unnamed Antique Appraiser stumbles back, knocking over a stack of canvases. She is paralyzed with fear.
Panel 3: INT. THORNE MANSION - ATTIC - CONTINUOUS. She fumbles for her phone in her purse, her hands shaking violently.
Panel 4: INT. THORNE MANSION - ATTIC - CONTINUOUS. She dials a number, her eyes darting nervously around the attic.
“Unnamed Antique Appraiser: (into phone, voice trembling) Please… please answer…”
Page 10
Panel 1: INT. JACK MORROW'S OFFICE - NIGHT. A dingy office, lit by a single desk lamp. Empty whiskey bottles litter the desk. Jack Morrow sits in a worn leather chair, unshaven and wearing a rumpled suit. He answers his phone.
“Jack Morrow: Morrow. What is it?”
Panel 2: INT. THORNE MANSION - ATTIC - CONTINUOUS. The Unnamed Antique Appraiser speaks frantically into the phone.
“Unnamed Antique Appraiser: Mr. Morrow, it's… I don't even know where to begin. I'm at the Thorne estate… I found… photographs… crimes… they haven't happened yet!”
Panel 3: INT. JACK MORROW'S OFFICE - NIGHT. Morrow raises an eyebrow, taking a swig from a half-empty bottle of whiskey.
“Jack Morrow: Crimes that haven't happened yet? Lady, have you been hitting the sauce?”
Panel 4: INT. THORNE MANSION - ATTIC - CONTINUOUS. The Unnamed Antique Appraiser pleads into the phone.
“Unnamed Antique Appraiser: I'm serious! The last photo… it's dated three days from now… it's… it's me! At the old warehouse on the docks!”
Panel 5: INT. JACK MORROW'S OFFICE - NIGHT. Morrow pauses, his expression turning serious. He sets down the whiskey bottle.
“Jack Morrow: Warehouse on the docks, huh? And you say Thorne's the one behind this?”
Page 11
Panel 1: EXT. THORNE MANSION - NIGHT. Morrow's beat-up sedan pulls up to the mansion gates. The rain continues to fall.
Panel 2: INT. THORNE MANSION - ATTIC - CONTINUOUS. Morrow enters the attic, the Unnamed Antique Appraiser standing near the box, looking shaken. Perkins hovers nervously near the door.
“Jack Morrow: Alright, doll, show me what's got you spooked.”
Panel 3: Close-up on Morrow examining the photographs. He picks one up with a gloved hand.
Panel 4: Morrow looks up at the Unnamed Antique Appraiser, his expression grim.
“Jack Morrow: These are… convincing. Damn convincing.”
Page 12
Panel 1: INT. THORNE MANSION - ATTIC - CONTINUOUS. Morrow gestures to Perkins.
“Jack Morrow: Perkins, was it? Tell me about Thorne. What kind of guy was he?”
Panel 2: Perkins nervously adjusts his tie.
“Mr. Perkins: He… he was a recluse. Eccentric. Obsessed with… unusual things.”
Panel 3: Morrow raises an eyebrow.
“Jack Morrow: Unusual things? Like what? Give me specifics.”
Panel 4: INT. THORNE MANSION - ATTIC - CONTINUOUS. Perkins hesitates, then speaks in a hushed tone.
“Mr. Perkins: He collected… occult books. Ancient artifacts. He talked about… rituals. Things I didn't understand.”
Page 13
Panel 1: INT. THORNE MANSION - ATTIC - CONTINUOUS. Close-up on Morrow's face, his expression thoughtful.
“Jack Morrow: Rituals, huh? That's… interesting.”
Panel 2: INT. THORNE MANSION - ATTIC - CONTINUOUS. The Unnamed Antique Appraiser watches Morrow intently.
“Unnamed Antique Appraiser: What are you thinking, Mr. Morrow?”
Panel 3: INT. THORNE MANSION - ATTIC - CONTINUOUS. Morrow turns to her.
“Jack Morrow: I'm thinking Thorne wasn't just predicting these crimes. I'm thinking he was orchestrating them.”
Panel 4: EXT. ALLEYWAY - NIGHT. (Same alleyway as in the first photograph). Rain slicks the pavement. The alley is dark and deserted.
Page 14
Panel 1: EXT. ALLEYWAY - NIGHT. Morrow and the Unnamed Antique Appraiser stand in the alleyway. Morrow is questioning a beat cop.
“Jack Morrow: Anything you remember about the Thorne case? Anything unusual?”
Panel 2: The beat cop shrugs.
“Beat Cop: Just another dead drunk. Wrong place, wrong time. Happens all the time in Midnight City.”
Panel 3: The Unnamed Antique Appraiser shivers, pulling her coat tighter around her.
“Unnamed Antique Appraiser: It's… unsettling being here.”
Panel 4: Morrow stares at the spot where the body was found in the photograph.
“Jack Morrow: Everyone's got a story. Just gotta find the right one.”
Page 15
Panel 1: INT. PAWN SHOP - DAY. A dingy pawn shop, filled with dusty merchandise. Morrow and the Unnamed Antique Appraiser stand at the counter.
“Jack Morrow: Thorne. Elias Thorne. Ring any bells?”
Panel 2: The pawn broker squints at the photo.
“Pawn Broker: Thorne… yeah, I remember him. Always buying and selling. Mostly cameras and old equipment.”
Panel 3: Close-up on Morrow's face, his eyes narrowing.
“Jack Morrow: Cameras, huh? And developing equipment? What kind?”
Panel 4: The pawn broker shrugs.
“Pawn Broker: Antique stuff. Old bellows cameras, darkroom gear. Said he was a collector.”
Page 16
Panel 1: INT. JACK MORROW'S OFFICE - NIGHT. Morrow sits at his desk, surrounded by books and files. He's reading a book about occult practices.
Panel 2: Close-up on a page from the book, showing a diagram of a ritualistic circle.
Panel 3: INT. JACK MORROW'S OFFICE - NIGHT. Morrow looks up from the book, his expression troubled.
“Jack Morrow: Time… manipulation… the power to shape fate… Thorne, what were you up to?”
Panel 4: INT. UNNAMED ANTIQUE APPRAISER'S APARTMENT - NIGHT. The Unnamed Antique Appraiser tosses and turns in her sleep, having a nightmare.
Page 17
Panel 1: INT. UNNAMED ANTIQUE APPRAISER'S APARTMENT - NIGHT. Close-up on the Unnamed Antique Appraiser's face, her eyes snapping open. She's gasping for air.
Panel 2: INT. UNNAMED ANTIQUE APPRAISER'S APARTMENT - NIGHT. She sits up in bed, clutching her chest.
“Unnamed Antique Appraiser: (whispering) The warehouse… the photograph…”
Panel 3: INT. UNNAMED ANTIQUE APPRAISER'S APARTMENT - NIGHT. She looks down at her coat, hanging on the back of a chair. A chill runs down her spine.
Panel 4: INT. JACK MORROW'S OFFICE - NIGHT. Morrow is on the phone.
“Jack Morrow: Yeah, I need everything you've got on Elias Thorne. Birth certificate, school records, anything. And I mean everything.”
Page 18
Panel 1: INT. JACK MORROW'S OFFICE - DAY. Morrow spreads out several documents on his desk. There's a birth certificate, a school photo, and a faded newspaper clipping.
Panel 2: Close-up on the newspaper clipping. The headline reads: 'Local Boy Injured in Tragic Accident'. The article describes how a young Elias Thorne was seriously injured when a building collapsed.
Panel 3: INT. JACK MORROW'S OFFICE - DAY. Morrow stares at the newspaper clipping, his expression thoughtful.
“Jack Morrow: 'Tragic accident'… or the beginning of something much darker?”
Panel 4: INT. JACK MORROW'S OFFICE - DAY. Morrow reaches for the phone.
“Jack Morrow: Time to pay a visit to an old friend.”
Page 19
Panel 1: INT. DINGY APARTMENT - DAY. A small, cluttered apartment. A PARANOID MAN sits huddled in a corner, surrounded by newspapers and conspiracy theories.
Panel 2: INT. DINGY APARTMENT - DAY. Morrow stands over the Paranoid Man, his expression stern.
“Jack Morrow: I'm looking for information about Elias Thorne. I heard you used to work for him.”
Panel 3: The Paranoid Man shrinks back, his eyes wide with fear.
“Paranoid Man: Thorne… you stay away from him! He's dangerous! He can see things… he can control things!”
Panel 4: INT. DINGY APARTMENT - DAY. Morrow leans closer, his face inches from the Paranoid Man's.
“Jack Morrow: Control things? What do you mean?”
Page 20
Panel 1: INT. DINGY APARTMENT - DAY. The Paranoid Man whispers frantically.
“Paranoid Man: He was experimenting! With time! With photography! He thought he could create a perfect future… by staging it first!”
Panel 2: INT. DINGY APARTMENT - DAY. Morrow grabs the Paranoid Man by the collar.
“Jack Morrow: Staging it? What are you talking about? Tell me everything!”
Panel 3: The Paranoid Man shakes his head violently.
“Paranoid Man: No! I can't! He'll find out! He'll… he'll…”
Panel 4: INT. DINGY APARTMENT - DAY. Morrow throws his hands up in frustration.
“Jack Morrow: Great. Just great. Another dead end.”
Page 21
Panel 1: INT. JACK MORROW'S OFFICE - DAY. Morrow is back at his desk, staring at the photographs. The Unnamed Antique Appraiser stands nearby, looking anxious.
“Jack Morrow: He's right about one thing. Thorne was obsessed. Obsessed with power, with control.”
Panel 2: INT. JACK MORROW'S OFFICE - DAY. Close-up on one of the crime scene photos. Morrow points to a detail in the background.
“Jack Morrow: Each of these victims… they’re not random. There has to be a connection.”
Panel 3: INT. JACK MORROW'S OFFICE - DAY. The Unnamed Antique Appraiser walks to the desk and picks up a different photo.
“Unnamed Antique Appraiser: The first victim… the drunk in the alley. I remember reading about it. He used to own a construction company. Thorne's father worked for him, years ago… before the 'accident'.”
Panel 4: INT. JACK MORROW'S OFFICE - DAY. Morrow’s eyes widen slightly.
“Jack Morrow: The pawn broker… he testified against Thorne in a petty theft case when they were kids.”
Page 22
Panel 1: INT. JACK MORROW'S OFFICE - DAY. The Unnamed Antique Appraiser looks at Morrow, alarm in her eyes.
“Unnamed Antique Appraiser: Wait… if that’s true… then who am I connected to?”
Panel 2: INT. JACK MORROW'S OFFICE - DAY. Morrow grabs her arm, his expression serious.
“Jack Morrow: We don’t have time for that now. We know the location. Let's get to the warehouse.”
Panel 3: EXT. STREET - DAY. Morrow and the Unnamed Antique Appraiser rush out of the building and into Morrow’s car.
Panel 4: INT. CAR - DAY. Inside the car, Morrow speeds through the streets, dodging traffic. The Unnamed Antique Appraiser looks pale and terrified.
“Unnamed Antique Appraiser: Faster, Morrow! Please!”
Page 23
Panel 1: EXT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - DAY. A rundown warehouse on the docks. Rain continues to fall.
Panel 2: EXT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - DAY. Morrow and the Unnamed Antique Appraiser run towards the warehouse entrance, guns drawn.
“Jack Morrow: Stay close. And stay alert.”
Panel 3: INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - DAY. Inside the warehouse, it's dark and cavernous. Crates are stacked haphazardly. In the center of the room, a ritualistic setup mirrors the photograph. Candles flicker, illuminating a crude altar.
Panel 4: INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - DAY. Close up on the altar. There’s a camera on a tripod, pointed towards a chair.
Page 24
Panel 1: INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - DAY. Morrow and the Unnamed Antique Appraiser cautiously enter the warehouse, guns raised.
“Jack Morrow: Police! Freeze!”
Panel 2: INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - DAY. The figure turns around. It’s a MANIACAL FOLLOWER, dressed in a dark robe. He holds a ritualistic dagger.
“Maniacal Follower: The ritual must be completed! The future must be secured!”
Panel 3: INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - DAY. Morrow fires his gun. The Maniacal Follower dodges the bullet.
“Jack Morrow: Drop the knife!”
Panel 4: INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - DAY. The Maniacal Follower grabs the Unnamed Antique Appraiser and pulls her towards the chair on the altar.
“Maniacal Follower: She is the key! The final piece!”
Page 25
Panel 1: INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - DAY. Close-up on the Unnamed Antique Appraiser’s terrified face as the Maniacal Follower tries to force her into the chair.
“Unnamed Antique Appraiser: No! Let me go!”
Panel 2: INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - DAY. Morrow tackles the Maniacal Follower, knocking him away from the Unnamed Antique Appraiser.
Panel 3: INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - DAY. The Unnamed Antique Appraiser scrambles away from the altar, her eyes wide with fear.
Panel 4: INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - DAY. Morrow punches the Maniacal Follower in the face. The Follower stumbles back.
“Jack Morrow: It's over!”
Page 26
Panel 1: INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - DAY. The Maniacal Follower recovers and lunges at Morrow with the dagger.
“Maniacal Follower: You can't stop fate!”
Panel 2: INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - DAY. Morrow ducks under the dagger and punches the Maniacal Follower again, harder this time.
Panel 3: INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - DAY. The Unnamed Antique Appraiser picks up a heavy metal pipe from the ground.
Panel 4: INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - DAY. Just as the Maniacal Follower is about to get up, the Unnamed Antique Appraiser swings the pipe and knocks him unconscious.
Page 27
Panel 1: INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - DAY. Morrow stands over the unconscious Maniacal Follower, breathing heavily.
“Jack Morrow: It’s done.”
Panel 2: INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - DAY. The Unnamed Antique Appraiser drops the pipe, her hands shaking.
“Unnamed Antique Appraiser: I… I can't believe I did that.”
Panel 3: INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - DAY. Morrow puts a comforting hand on her shoulder.
“Jack Morrow: You did what you had to do. You saved yourself.”
Panel 4: INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - DAY. Morrow looks around the warehouse, at the altar, the camera, the candles.
“Jack Morrow: Thorne’s sick game… it ends here.”
Page 28
Panel 1: EXT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - DAY. Outside the warehouse, police cars arrive, sirens wailing.
Panel 2: INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - DAY. Police officers are arresting the Maniacal Follower.
Panel 3: EXT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - DAY. Morrow and the Unnamed Antique Appraiser stand outside the warehouse, watching the police activity.
“Unnamed Antique Appraiser: It’s over… isn’t it?”
Panel 4: EXT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - DAY. Morrow nods slowly.
“Jack Morrow: For now. But Midnight City… it never forgets its darkness.”
Page 29
Panel 1: EXT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - DAY. The Unnamed Antique Appraiser shivers, pulling her coat tighter around her.
“Unnamed Antique Appraiser: I need a drink.”
Panel 2: EXT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - DAY. Morrow smiles slightly.
“Jack Morrow: My treat.”
Panel 3: EXT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - DAY. Morrow and the Unnamed Antique Appraiser walk towards Morrow’s car.
Panel 4: EXT. STREET - DAY. Close-up on the warehouse door, boarded up and graffitied.
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Panel 1: EXT. STREET - NIGHT. Morrow’s car drives away from the warehouse, disappearing into the rain-soaked streets of Midnight City.
Panel 2: INT. BAR - NIGHT. Morrow and the Unnamed Antique Appraiser sit at a dimly lit bar. Morrow is nursing a whiskey, the Unnamed Antique Appraiser is sipping a martini.
“Jack Morrow: To rewriting the future.”
Panel 3: INT. BAR - NIGHT. The Unnamed Antique Appraiser smiles weakly.
“Unnamed Antique Appraiser: To that.”
Panel 4: EXT. MIDNIGHT CITY STREET - NIGHT. A wide shot of Midnight City. Rain falls on the dark, imposing buildings. The lights of the city reflect in the slick streets.
