A Little Solution (Revival/Old Page)

This is the page from 2008 that i’m reviving.

Story
volume one. 1- Ext. City- late day The sky line of our nameless city. Silhouette towers pierce a gray blue night sky. No flying figures in the sky. Its dull grey, hazy day. It looks like Portland in the fall. Lifeless. 2- Ext. Street- Same As if the camera panned down to reveal this typical looking downtown intersection. Not street level. About two stories up. A indiscriminate block of buildings. Each has its own distinct characters. People mill about. A peeling FG-3 poster that's faded from two years of weather beating. Ken- this is a perfect place for you to start introducing as much city type work as you want. Fill the streets with type and signage. But do remember that Sony will own anything you put in here so do not put in anything copyrighted or anything you have invested interest in. 3- Ext. Alley- Same Panning down. Street level. Wide of the street. A live crime scene. The alleyway is taped off. a dozen civilians have gathered, blocking our view of what is inside. In the foreground, Police cars, emergency vehicles. Yellow police tape is up keeping the casual smattering of a crowd at bay. A couple of news vans are parked as close as they can get. Cops mill about. This has been going on for quite a while. In the foreground right, a nondescript white car has made its way to the front of the scene. Page 2- 3 Double page spread 4 widescreen panels hugging the left top of the spread. The crime scene is the biggest panel on the spread and it takes up the entire background as well- bleeding behind the other panels. The rest of the panels hug the right bottom. 1- The white car has stopped dead-center of the panel. Getting out of the car is detective Kutter. Kutter looks like the star of the book. Swagger and a cocky eye brow. He is looking around the scene as he talks on the phone. He is eyeballing the crowd and some of them are eyeballing him. KUTTER This is Kutter. Yeah, hi honey. No. 2- Same, we follow Kutter as he walks to the crime scene. He is checking out the crowd and talking to his girlfriend on the phone. He clearly doesn't like this girlfriend of his. KUTTER No. No- What? No. I can't. I'm working. I just took a call. No. I took a call. That's not how it works. It's my call. 3- Kutter is at the police tape that's being held up for him by the guarding uniform officer. Kutter is still eyeballing the crowd but annoyed at his self centered girlfriend. Behind him is the dank, dark ally crime scene with the coroner and his assistant working. We can't see them yet. The alley is dipped in thick late day shadow. KUTTER How ever long it takes. Do we have plans tonight? Then why are you- ? Well, we'll talk about it later. Because I'm working. I'm working- yes, right now. Yes, I am. Yes, what? 4- Low looking up, Kutter turns around and looks down at the crime scene. KUTTER Hold on. 5- Big, big, big panel, bleeding into the background of the spread. Slightly high looking down from over Kutter's shoulder the murder scene. Wide of the alley. A huge brick shit house of an oaf, in wifebeater T-shirt and black pants lies dead on the wet ground. A cross between the Goon, Tony Soprano, and the evil henchman from the Rocketeer. Just a big guy with a dude cap, and a white, now filthy t shirt. He lies on his back, dead to the world. Just gone. The coroner is taking a measurement. But the body hasn't been moved. This is a filthy, disgusting shit house of an alley. Garbage cans. a dumpster. Graffiti on the walls- not kaotic chic. 6- The dead guy's face in profile, silhouette in the foreground, as Kutter squats down and looks at him with a cop eye. He has his phone on his shoulder and he is puling on his rubber gloves. KUTTER Well, do you want to talk to the dead body? No? No? Ok. Hold on. 7- Same, Kutter actually hands the phone to the corpse and dryly goes through his obnoxious routine. KUTTER My girlfriend wants to talk to you. She thinks I'm using my job to avoid her. 8- Same, Kutter snarls into his phone and hangs it up. KUTTER He says you're crazy and he doesn't want to talk to you. Ok, I gotta go. Take a Valium. Spx: boop KUTTER Take five. Page 4- 1- From behind Kutter, the coroner is already handing him the baggy encased wallet that is open to his ID. CORONER You really know how to charm the ladies, Kutter. KUTTER I swear to god, doctor, if I could find one worth charming. Charming I would be. Who'se the palooka? CORONER Says James Claremont. 2- Kutter is examining the wallet in the baggie, but cocks an eyebrow towards the off panel coroner. KUTTER How'd he die? CORONER Dunno. KUTTER Don't be so technical. 3- The coroner knows exactly how shocking what he is saying is. CORONER Guys skin doesn't break. He is- was- at least a level seven. 4- Same as 2, Kutter caught a big case. KUTTER Powers. 5- The coroner lifts the wrist and hand of the dead body, it takes both hands. The guy is very heavy. CORONER Yeah. Guy must weigh a thousand pounds. 6- From behind the coroner, low looking up. Kutter looks at his face. Looking to recognize him. Kutter's mouth hanging open a bit. KUTTER Really. CORONER At least. KUTTER He in the registry? CORONER Not under that name. 7- Kutter's p.o.v. Of the Claremont's dead face. KUTTER Really. You think he's a natural? Or you think he tweaked himself? CORONER Can't say 'til I get him under the lamp. Even then...