I thought you might be curious to see what I have been working from all this time... so here is the script right up to now...
As I was writing (with Christina) and drawing you'll see how I let the text SUGGEST the images, rather than being completely pinned-down and dictating the process. I wanted the experience to be fluid and alive so I could be in the moment... THe eagle-eyed amongst you may notice a few editorial calls I made along the way!
Hope you find it interesting!
CAPTAIN STONE IS MISSING…
By Christina McCormack & Liam Sharp
Art by Liam Sharp
'CAPTAIN STONE IS MISSING…'
An elaborate and elegant tale of celebrity, high-society, sexual-politics, war, fashion, and the media - via an askew version of the superhero conceit - 'CAPTAIN STONE IS MISSING…'is at once a generation-spanning soap opera and a science fiction epic told over 300+ pages.
Page 1. CHARLIE CHANCE VO.
CHARLIE CHANCE as a child, in bed. There's a chessboard on her ceiling, a Barbie in a ski-suit (looking a lot like The Pet).
CHARLIE CHANCE VO: I always liked Chess - at least, I liked the idea of Chess.
Some people can maintain a Chessboard - all it's pieces, every move made - in the form of a mental construct. They can enact a whole game, lasting days, entirely within the confines of some liminal space, shared with a single adversary.
That is real Chess.
All good Chess happens predominantly within the mind.
And I understand this - in much the same way that I understand an abstract conception of, say, String Theory – and I see the form, but still, the subtleties and endless complexities escape me almost entirely.
(Christ, you know, I'm not particularly accomplished even when I can see all the pieces lined up in front of me! No. When I picture a Chessboard in my imagination there are never any pieces on it.)
Most often Daddy won - except for when he let me beat him. He'd have liked me to be really good, to be much better than he was. That would have been fine with him.
Wasn't to be.
But I did, though - I liked the aesthetic.
(When I was about six I asked if we could paint my bedroom ceiling just like a Chessboard, and have giant upside-down Chess pieces hanging from hooks. It never happened, but I remember it clearly, just as though it had.)
I liked the elitism of Chess too (for my sins.)
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A soaring Eagle.
CARLIE CHANCE VO: But what I loved was the hunt.
For a long time I have lived in the mountains above Santa Barbara.
I relocated from the UK over a decade ago. It is a big enough space to lose yourself amongst the rocks, the valleys, the scrub and undergrowth.
There are bald Eagles. Mule Deer. Mountain Lions – It can be very dangerous, if you don't know what you're doing.
You should always take a rifle, a knife at least, and make sure you're loaded up with provisions. There are so many different ways to die out there.
You should do these things.
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CHARLIE CHANCE hunting.
CHARLIE CHANCE VO: But then - I've never been much good at doing what I should.
In Chess the hunt is symbolic - and it could be that that is where I get it wrong.
The King, my father would say, is uniquely weak. Defensive walls must be raised all around him. This is where he derives his strength. It is a game for generals.
But I was the Queen, and I hunted.
I hunted to kill.
Each piece you take delivers you closer to that kill which must, inevitably, close the battle.
But I hunted for real, and that is something else entirely.
It is instinct.
It is scent.
The deep tattoo of the heart.
Page 4. VO continued.
CHARLIE CHANCE hunting.
CHARLIE CHANCE VO: It is patience.
It is fearlessness and raw animal power.
Page 5. VO continued.
CHARLIE CHANCE VO: It is also life.
And I couldn't stop myself even if I wanted to.
TITLE: CAPTAIN STONE IS MISSING…
By Christina McCormack & Liam Sharp
Art by Liam Sharp
CHARLIE CHANCE VO: Frank Lloyd-Wright designed the house. It's called 'Roaming Water'. I believe it was a prototype for 'Falling Water'.
For some reason nobody has ever heard of it.
It's preternaturally quiet there, but that suited me perfectly. I could write my books in peace, which is mostly how I occupied time for all those years. I have quite a cult following now.
(You may have seen my work. My pseudonym is Vincent Van Goth, writer of Vampire fiction.)
The land is all locked up. There's a high, electrified perimeter fence, and most people think the area is something to do with the military - a training ground, something like that.
But it was far more dangerous than they would have imagined:
I lived there.
Page 7. VO continued.
CHARLIE CHANCE in the shower.
CHARLIE CHANCE VO: Blood.
No matter how much I scrub myself – and yes, I know it's an old cliché, but all old clichés are fossilized truths. Dead poetry. So – well, you'll know. You'll know what I was going to say about the blood, the blood on my hands.
The taste of iron in my mouth.
But it's not Mule Deer I'm talking about.
I should clarify.
It's a loooong story!
(There I go again – clichés!)
CHARLIE CHANCE: E uscito dalla folla cittadina,
un uomo, un picciol punto
s'avvia per la collina.
Chi sarà? chi sarà?
E come sarà giunto
che dirà? che dirà?
Chiamerà Butterfly dalla lontana…
Page 8. VO continued.
LORD CHANCE, AKA THE CRAVEN PANTHER.
CHARLIE CHANCE VO: My name Charlotte Chance. Everybody calls me Charlie.
Io senza dar risposta
me ne starò nascosta
un po' per celia
e un po' per non morire
al primo incontro…
My father, LORD CHARLES CHANCE, was what they used to call a 'Playboy millionaire'. In other words he liked to f**k around - a lot - until he met my mother. She was a model, a real 70's beauty. I think that it must have been genuine old-school love.
(It shouldn't, but that upsets me even now. In my experience the world is not constructed to deliver that kind of equilibrium. Am I bitter?)
My father was also a gentleman jewel-thief. I use the 'gentleman' qualifier because he insisted on only robbing those he deemed 'bad sorts'. I believe there were genuine beneficiaries of his charity too.
(I think he fancied himself in a pair of green tights.)
He was dubbed THE CRAVEN PANTHER by the press.
At the age of six I became his accomplice.
(And no, my Mother did not know a thing about it. If she had there might have been hell to pay! Though it's just as likely to have barely registered. My childhood seems, retrospectively, to have been forever wreathed in clouds of pot smoke.)
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CHARLIE CHANCE and LORD CHANCE jet setting.
CHARLIE CHANCE VO: My father would often take me away during the holidays - ostensibly to see some avant-garde performance, or the Opera.
Once we travelled all the way to Houston to see The Panther (ha ha!) by Phillip Glass at the Grand Opera House, back in 1981 – but instead we stole a priceless diamond necklace from a notorious oil tycoon.
(We memorised the reviews in the papers together on the flight back home, just in case we should be quizzed.)
Another time we planned a trip to Milan to supposedly see Verde's Falstaff at La Scala - but instead relieved a ruthless Milanese developer of the burden of one or other of his most valuable stones.
It was a ridiculous ruse. I was, realistically, far too young to appreciate the shows we never attended, and my father did not particularly like the opera, but we enjoyed the pretence – and it kept mother, who hated opera, oblivious.
I vaguely recall playing old classical recordings at home - probably trying not to laugh too much as I tunelessly attempted to accompany famous arias in a querulous and faltering soprano.
(I'll admit it - I still warble 'Un Bel di Vedremo' in the shower sometimes. It's not pleasant.)
We were great together, my father and I. I could get in to spaces he couldn't, and he taught me everything he knew.
We were fast, we were silent, we were feline.
We were the best.
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CHARLIE CHANCE and LORD CHANCE on a job.
CHARLIE CHANCE VO: We were. And then…
(We see Charlie about to get taken down by a massive, vicious guard dog. LORD CHANCE intervenes. She turns to see him kill the dog in a brutal way. He turns to his daughter, hugs her.)
LORD CHANCE: Charlie? Charlie? Are you all right sweetheart? That was damn close wasn't it? It's OK. It's OK my love. You're safe now darling. Well done you for being so very brave!
(Close on Charlie's face over her dad's shoulder as he hugs her. Tears flood her eyes.)
CHARLIE CHANCE VO: I was 12 years old and everything was changing.
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CHARLIE CHANCE watches as her dad goes off fox hunting.
CHARLIE CHANCE VO: In a child's eye what he had done seemed utterly brutal to me.
I started to see through different eyes. And something inside me began to rebel.
(LORD CHANCE wakes Charlie. He's tooled up.)
LORD CHANCE: Come along darling. Going to be a long night so we need to get moving...
CHARLIE CHANCE: No dad.
LORD CHANCE: Sorry dear?
CHARLIE CHANCE: I… I'm not going this time. You'll have to go alone. I don't want to do it any more, I…
LORD CHANCE: Come along sweetheart! Don't be silly now. I've been planning this for weeks. You won't let me down now will you? Come on. There's a good girl…
CHARLIE CHANCE: I won't do it father! You can't make me! You can't!
(LORD CHANCE seems shocked, taken aback.)
LORD CHANCE: No. No of course I can't. I wouldn't. The very idea…
(CHARLIE CHANCE turns her back to her father, hugging her pillow. He stands, stricken, looking down at her – seeing for the first time that she's changing. She's becoming a woman.)
LORD CHANCE: You just… you just, just go back to sleep now darling. It's no bother. No bother at all. Really.
CHARLIE CHANCE VO: He never asked me to go with him again.
Page 12. VO continues.
CHARLIE CHANCE creeps into her parent's bedroom. She stands over her father now, a mirror image of him standing over her. His eyes are closed. She is a little Gothy looking with heavily made-up eyes.
CHARLIE CHANCE VO: I announced over dinner one day that from then on I was going to be a vegetarian – something my mother heartily approved of, which rather defeated the object.
I started to wear some questionable outfits, stole from my mother's stash -
But I never gave up what I learnt from my father.
I was strong, and I was silent.
(Same shot. CHARLIE CHANCE now walking away. Her father doesn't move but his eyes open. He looks sad. Soon she is outside, scaling the walls of their grand old pile.)
CHARLIE CHANCE VO: And I still needed the thrill of a little fear.
CHARLIE CHANCE crouches, Batman-like, smoking a joint on a gargoyle and looking up at the night sky. Carved into the stone are the words "Charlie Chance loves Patrick Swayze xxx'.
CHARLIE CHANCE VO: Even then, looking back at it, there was something of the animal about me.
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CHARLIE CHANCE is now a model. We see her on the catwalk.
CHARLIE CHANCE VO: By 16 I had pestered my mother enough to pull some strings and get me seen by some modelling agencies. Doors opened quickly. I was petulant, spoilt no doubt. I certainly had no appreciation of my circumstances. Rather I expected what I got.
CHARLIE CHANCE naked for a PETA campaign.
CHARLIE CHANCE VO: And I sent a rather unsubtle message to my father.
Page 15. VO continues.
CHARLIE CHANCE asleep. Very recently.
CHARLIE CHANCE VO: Terrible things happened after that. Things I can never forget. Even now, when I sleep, there's blood.
And broken glass.
Page 16. VO continues.
CHARLIE CHANCE dreams.
CHARLIE CHANCE VO: I steal through such dreams like a cat.
Heightened, predatory - but entirely without conscious will.
(You see? I'm really not a general.)
I'm hunting. Acting on instinct.
And I know these spaces well, the landscapes.
There are variations in light, season, the hour of the day, even the year - but I know what's coming and am wary, as I cannot stop the inevitable.
Usually I'm on the South Downs in Sussex, stalking Beachy Head.
Sometimes there's a cave -
Sometimes there's a strange, squat octagonal building -
That I'm suddenly entering.
And down a long, turning staircase I find the subterranean jungle, within which they always wait for me.
CHARLIE CHANCE dreams. The apes!
APE 1. She's back. Again.
APE 2. Too late. Always too bloody late…
APE 3. Must you do this?
CHARLIE CHANCE: Yes. I'm so sorry. Yes. I must…
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CHARLIE CHANCE is being yanked from the dream by a ringing phone.
CHARLIE CHANCE VO: The last time I had this dream – not so long ago in reality, though it seems like something from another age – I was spared the horror that generally follows, that would have driven me, sweating and gasping out of sleep.
Instead my waking life yanked me free.
My phone was ringing.
CHARLIE CHANCE wakes, answers phone still half asleep.
CHARLIE CHANCE: Uh. Just a… H… hello?
ADA CLAYTON: Charlie? Charlie Chance?
CHARLIE CHANCE: Uh. Yuh. Speaking… who is this?
ADA CLAYTON: Have you seen the news?
CHARLIE CHANCE: I'm sorry? Who am I speaking to?
ADA CLAYTON: Ada Clayton. Have you seen the news?
CHARLIE CHANCE: …
CHARLIE CHANCE: Is… is this a joke? How did you get my number?
ADA CLAYTON: That isn't important right now. You know who I am. It's… It's about my son…
CHARLIE CHANCE: Your son? Do you mean… Captain Stone?
ADA CLAYTON: Yes! Captain Stone!! Captain Stone! My poor boy… He's… he's missing… Oh god.
ADA CLAYTON on the phone talking to CHARLIE CHANCE.
CHARLIE CHANCE: What? What did you say?
ADA CLAYTON: …well, of course, really your half brother…
CHARLIE CHANCE: What do you… ?
ADA CLAYTON: …was very long time ago…
CHARLIE CHANCE: Sorry, Stop. Stop. This is all a bit… a bit…
Page 21. ADA CLAYTON VO.
JAMES CLAYTON attends a function in MEXICO CITY during the 1968 Olympic games.
ADA CLAYTON VO: Please. Please… just listen to me.
I met Jim, James Clayton at 1968 Olympics in Mexico City. He was there on business, expanding his empire, his great news network – something, something like that. I don't really remember the detail.
They were keen to show him good time - I guess he was entertained in one of those executive boxes they have at some of the events.
I was gymnast for Czechoslovakia – maybe you know this already?
Page 22. ADA CLAYTON VO continues.
JAMES CLATON spots ADA CLAYTON amongst the gymnasts and is captivated.
ADA CLAYTON VO: I must have caught his eye.
Page 23. ADA CLAYTON VO continues.
JIM CLAYTON and ADA CLAYTON meet at an executive dinner party.
ADA CLAYTON VO: So - I won four gold medals, but, you know, I was outspoken.
I wanted change, a political voice, rights, freedom… Russia had invade my country, and that regime – how you say? - did not support such a radical views, or views of any woman at that time. I made silent protest - when they play Russian national anthem I turn my head away. I was fighter, you understand? And I was told I would never be allowed to leave my country again, would never be Olympian, or sportswoman…
So you see… Jim Clayton offered me a way out – and I took it.
ADA CLAYTON: Be careful! You must understand Mr. Clayton, is not like here! I am watched all time. Even now. It will not be easy to go home. But I will fight them! They will not silence me!
JIM CLAYTON: Call me Jim. And frankly darlin' I don't give a rat's ass if they're watching or not. See, I have a proposition to make, sugah, if an' you'll hear me out…
JIM CLAYTON: Jeezus H! Nobody tells Jim Clayton what the hell he can and goddamn can't do!
Image of JAMES CLAYTON and ADA CLAYTON married.
ADA CLAYTON VO: You must understand - I was very young and angry. I did not love him, but it was… acceptable relationship. We were soon married.
Page 24. ADA CLAYTON VO continues.
ADA CLAYTON meets LORD CHARLES CHANCE at a swish event in Europe.
ADA CLAYTON VO: Was not long after we married that I met your father - I hope is not too difficult to hear.
Was lavish fundraiser in Monte Carlo.
Your father, he was beautiful - so charming. I was swept off my feet. He was somewhat a rogue when he was younger…
Page 25. ADA CLAYTON VO continues.
ADA CLAYTON and LORD CHANCE in a romantic clinch.
LORD CHANCE: …
ADA CLAYTON: Polib mě.
ADA CLAYTON VO: Was hard for me to say goodbye – very hard - but I had, as you say, made my own bed.
And he did gave me one lasting and perfect gift – my only son. Your half-brother:
Page 26. CHARLIE CHANCE VO.
CHARLIE CHANCE on phone with ADA CLAYTON.
ADA CLAYTON: So, I am begging you… Please. You have to find him. Find out what happen to him!
CHARLIE CHANCE: I… I need to think… about this.
ADA CLAYTON: I know it must be shock but there is no time! I have to know! I have to know he is OK!
CHARLIE CHANCE: What makes you… what makes you think I can do anything… at all?
ADA CLAYTON: I know… Charlie! I know everything! What you are!
CHARLIE CHASE: Now that sounds a lot like blackmail, Ada. I don't like being threatened…
ADA CLAYTON: What can I do? Kurva dr t! I am just crazy old mother of Captain Stone! Who else? Nobody! Nobody! It is not threat, Charlie! Is just I know you are strong. Is just he is your brother… I can do nothing! Nothing! I have nowhere else to go, nobody else to turn to…
CHARLIE CHANCE VO: Have you ever taken a stand about something on a purely ethical basis?
Page 27. CHARLIE CHANCE VO again.
CHARLIE CHANCE talking at a PETA rally. She's become an out-spoken activist.
CHARLIE CHANCE VO: I remember so clearly the sense of righteous bloody anger I felt when I was part of PETA in the early '90s. We were going to fix the world.
CHARLIE CHANCE: These people - these monsters! - want us addicted… No, seriously. I mean it: ADDICTED to their produce.
These supposedly civilized individuals are impregnating meat with an artificial enzyme – and the set of enzymes made in a cell determine which metabolic pathways occur in that cell.
Now, the pathway these particular enzymes produce is similar to that found in carnivores, only tenfold.
So what I'm saying here, what PETA is saying, is that Falcone-Marx Industries And the Univex Meat Corporation franchise are creating products that will make us dependent upon meat!
We will be addicted!
What's more, what's more is - they are doing it, they are testing their results on our closest genetic neighbours – Chimpanzees. They have made feral meat-eaters out of chimps!
Can you believe these bastards?!!?
CHARLIE CHANCE watching the news at an event. There is champagne and lots of beautiful people.
NEWSREADER: CHARLIE CHANCE, the model and PETA spokeswoman, was today said to be delighted at the conviction of the FMI chairman and the head of the Unvex Meat Corporation for conspiring to cause an irreversible meat dependency in their customers…
CHARLIE CHANCE and others: Yeah!!! Take that you fucking bastards! I hope they hang you!
CHARLIE CHANCE dancing with her model friends and celebs. We notice a furtive looking guy behind her. She reacts to something we can't see, but he's vanished. A friend shows concern.
CHARLIE CHANCE VO: That night everything changed for real, just-like-that. Not some teeny hormonal shit, nothing so pedestrian.
This was war-zone change.
This was loose-a-limb, cancer-diagnosis change.
CHARLIE CHANCE: Ouch! What the fuck? What was that?
FRIEND: You OK honey?
CHARLIE CHANCE: Some bastard stabbed me in the arse with a needle or something… Jesus. Fucking freak!
FRIEND: Oh Christ… Charlie…
FRIEND: AIDS… ?
CHARLIE CHANCE on the phone with ADA CLAYTON again.
ADA CLAYTON: Charlie? Are you still there… ?
CHARLIE CHANCE: …
CHARLIE CHANCE: I'm here.
ADA CLAYTON: …
ADA CLAYTON: So…?
CHARLIE CHANCE: I have to… I have to speak to my father.
ADA CLAYTON: I think… I think he may have guessed by now.
CHARLIE CHANCE: He knows?
ADA CLAYTON: I think so. I think he must. Yes.
CHARLIE CHANCE: Shit. OK Ada. I'm hearing you. Let me think. Let me think. Tell me… what happened?
ADA CLAYTON: Just… turn on the TV. And please, it's not just for me… he is your brother, Charlie! Your brother! Why would I make such a thing up? Please. You must try to find out what happened…
CHARLIE CHANCE: Try and stay calm Ada. Look, I just woke up. It's, ah… It's all a bit much to take in…
ADA CLAYTON: Charlie? Thank you. For listening. I was afraid you would just hang up…
CHARLIE CHANCE: Well, you know, when it comes to my father – I guess nothing really surprises me. I'm not promising…
ADA CLAYTON: Of course.
CHARLIE CHANCE VO: When change comes in my life, my god is it fast!
CHARLIE CHANCE watches the news.
MIKE NEWEL: …the source of the blast at approximately 2.00am this morning is still unknown, but we do know that CAPTAIN STONE is still missing.
PILOT MOUNTAIN, the well-known North Carolina landmark, appears to have contained a secret network of tunnels that early reports reveal to be the remains of CAPTAIN STONE's secret base of operations - formerly believed to be in Ohio.
CAPTAIN STONE has been a controversial figure throughout the last two decades, from his support for the war in Iraq, to his single-handed capture of Saddam Hussein.
Public support for the self-proclaimed superhero diminished significantly when his true identity as Flint Clayton, son of the billionaire network news mogul Peter Clayton, was revealed. There now follows a special report by JOSS FREEPORT. Joss.
CHARLIE CHANCE VO: Captain Stone.
Bloody Captain bloody Stone.
I'm a snob, I guess. I mean – I've had time to reflect. I paid my dues. I've been some kind of a prisoner for almost a decade. But I was a spoilt little rich girl. I made A LOT of money looking beautiful, and I got to indulge in my pet obsessions.
But CAPTAIN STONE?
The guy made me laugh from day one. The stupid costume, the muscles, the vulgarity - he was everything I hated about American culture. There was nothing classy about the man.
But, you know what? He produced results. What he did counted. And in that first decade the whole world got used to him, even kind of fell in love with him. He was bigger than Michael Jackson, Elvis, Madonna, God.
Liberals had to grudgingly concede that he made a difference, was a force for good. Conservatives loved him. Drug barons and gunrunners feared him.
And then it all went wrong.
JOSS FREEPORT, a young black female reporter, stands before the still smoking Pilot Mountain. We see images to support her report of Cap Stone.
JOSS FREEPORT: Thanks Mike.
CAPTAIN STONE first made his mark on the world when he appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, saving lives with the Stone Corps after the devastating earthquake in Manila in 1990, and during the aftermaths of both the cyclone that hit Bangladesh and the Montserrat volcanic eruption in 1991. For the next few years he established himself by always being the first on the scene of any disaster, quickly and efficiently providing medical attention, food and protection where it was needed.
More CAPTAIN STONE images supporting report.
JOSS FREEPORT: captain stone also distinguished himself by delivering some of the world's most notorious cocaine and narcotics Baron's to justice – something the federal agencies had striven for decades to achieve, and failed.
But even lesser criminals fell under the Captain's jurisdiction as the Stone Corps controversially recruited volunteers world-wide, providing surveillance equipment, and setting up a communications network that helped sequester evidence against thousands of corrupt individuals that might otherwise have carried on perpetrating their crimes unchecked.
New York's Mayor Juliani attributed much of the rehabilitation of New York to the unseen hand of the Captain, and the former movie star and governor of California; Arnold Schwarzenegger famously had this to say:
Arnold: Tell him to come and work for me! I will be General Rock. He can be my sidekick!
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JOSS FREEPORT: The Captain had become a fully-fledged institution.
Captain Stone comics, in the early 90's, led to novels, movies, and even an animated TV series documenting other more fantastical fictional events in his career.
For almost 15 years the Captain's reputation remained more or less untarnished, the numerous allegations that plagued him never amounting to anything lasting or substantial.
JOSS FREEPORT: But following the events of 9/11, which many people blamed Cap Stone for failing to prevent, this almost impregnable persona began to crumble.
His support of the subsequent War on Terror and the attack on Iraq in search of WMDs raised many political questions. Even his solo capture of Saddam Hussein was seen by many as an act no single man should have the right to undertake independent of military command.
The Captain was publicly honored for his efforts, but, it later emerged, was ordered to stand down from any further unauthorised activity – effectively ending the possibility for direct, spontaneous action in any war zone.
JOSS FREEPORT: The rapidly diminishing Stone Corps, who were revealed as mostly moonlighting C.I.A operatives in the Captain's pay, told another story: The seemingly endless funds at his disposal were finally drying up.
Allegations of bankruptcy, illicit funds and stolen billions began to circulate, but it was the shock revelation of his true identity that cemented his public fall from grace. On March 22nd 2006 Flint Clayton appeared on The JERRY CALDWELL Show and sealed his own fate:
FLINT CLAYTON/CAPTAIN STONE on The JERRY CALDWELL Show
JERRY CALDWELL: So, let me get this straight – you're telling the nation here, on live network television, that you, Flint Clayton, son of the late CNT network owner Peter Clayton, are in fact the superhero we know as CAPTAIN STONE?
CAPTAIN STONE: Ha! Yeah. Well. Guess that's correct, Jerry. I thought it was time folks knew the, ahm, well, the truth.
I mean, sure. Might be somewhat, y' know, hard to believe that I could be the cap! I mean – Flint Clayton, this longhaired kind of rock guy, right? Ha ha! Who would guess that bum could be the Cap? Hardest thing was keeping up the front without, like, getting arrested. I mean, anything could kick off at any time, you know what I'm saying? People always wanted a piece of Flint Clayton, so that's been rough. I had to be ready for it… Kept wanting to say - hey! You know, I'm the Cap! Chill out!
CAPTAIN STONE: Man, it's, ah… Is it hot in here?
JERRY CALDWELL: Well, that's one heck of a claim, Flint. And is it really true that CAPTAIN STONE was never on steroids?
CAPTAIN STONE: Sweat in my eye… No. It's true. I never, never did no steroids. Believe it or not I'm just, like, naturally big.
JERRY CALDWELL: What, really? You never did any drugs at all?
CAPTAIN STONE: I ain't sayin' that. I mean… I've done, like, a little coke, weed - recreational stuff. Man, who hasn't? But not steroids!
JERRY CALDWELL: …
JERRY CALDWELL: Are you seriously telling me that CAPTAIN STONE used illegal drugs?!!?
Back to JOSS FREEPORT & supporting news imagery.
JOSS FREEPORT: Revealing himself as the never-popular son of billionaire TV mogul Jim Clayton, and confessing to illicit drug use on national television was the nail in the coffin for the former American icon. Many simply would not believe it, while others speculated upon unconfirmed reports that Flint and his mother, the former Czech Olympic Gymnastics Gold medallist, Ada Čáslavská, had secretly stolen millions from Jim Clayton in order to fund the Captain's activities. Flint's older brother ZACH CLAYTON, the son of Clayton's first wife, actress Brenda Fraiser, was now running the ailing network. It was conceivable, therefore, that the cover up had been orchestrated to avoid a legal situation - which would have revealed his true identity anyway – and instead opt for the ratings generating sensationalism of a network scoop.
Whatever the truth behind the mask, the Captain had been reduced to little more than a relic from the last century. It remains to be seen how the American people will react to losing their fallen idol.
Now it's back to MIKE NEWEL in the studio. Mike?
Cutting between MIKE NEWEL on the morning news and JOSS FREEPORT back in front of Pilot Mountain
MIKE NEWEL: Thanks Joss. Things haven't been great for CAPTAIN STONE in the last year or so have they?
JOSS FREEPORT: Oh not at all. Various ill-advised TV appearances followed the revelation - including Celebrity Spy Cam, where the public voted him out of the house after only 48 hours.
MIKE NEWEL: Didn't his ex-girlfriend Monicca Vaile accuse him of ''roid rage'?
JOSS FREEPORT: She did indeed Mike. That, and chronic paranoia. And there was the sex-tape distributed online. Flint Clayton – whom they've been calling 'Flint Stone' in the tabloids – seems very much to have been loosing his grip on reality as his world has crumbled in all around him.
A recent video, purportedly uploaded to the internet by Cap Stone himself, shows what he actually claims to be 'people from another world' appearing out of thin air!
MIKE NEWEL: Really? I'd like to see that. What's your take on it Joss?
JOSS FREEPORT: Ah. You know? I've seen it, and it just looks like a poor cross-fade edit like any kid could do on their home PC. But it could be a hoax by somebody else claiming to be the Cap, so I wouldn't really like to speculate beyond that Mike.
MIKE NEWEL: And what about the bodies that have been found so far?
JOSS FREEPORT: The police are still bringing them out Mike. They're mostly burnt beyond recognition but they seem to be the bodies of the few Stone Corps still loyal to the Captain. There's nothing to suggest that any of the corpses are the Captain, though, so the story is, for now, that he is still missing.
MIKE NEWEL: Well thank you JOSS FREEPORT for that exclusive report. Let's hope CAPTAIN STONE is still alive out there, somewhere. There will be an hour long special on CNT network tonight at 8.00pm, so tune in then for more. Meanwhile we're off to...
CHARLIE CHANCE back on the phone – this time to her father, who is drinking a glass of wine in the garden with his wife, DANIELLE. A little terrier runs about.
LORD CHANCE: Hullo?
CHARLIE CHANCE: Dad? It's me.
LORD CHANCE: Good lord! Charlie! How are you darling? Danielle, it's Charlie!
DC: Hullo darling! How are you my love?
LORD CHANCE: You're mother wants to know how you are?
CHARLIE CHANCE: I'm fine, fine. Listen, dad. It's ah, it's rather sensitive…
LORD CHANCE: How do you mean? Is everything all right dear?
CHARLIE CHANCE: No. I mean, yes. I mean, No, not really dad. I just had a phone call from ADA CLAYTON. Have you seen the news today?
LORD CHANCE: Oh.
LORD CHANCE: Oh. I see.
LORD CHANCE: No I haven't darling. We've, ah, we've been outside all afternoon. It's rather lovely, for a change. Look… what's happened sweetheart?
CHARLIE CHANCE: It's CAPTAIN STONE, dad. Flint Clayton… he's missing. Dad? Is he… is he…
LORD CHANCE: Hang on.
LORD CHANCE: Danielle my love! I'm just going for a stroll. The reception isn't that good here…
DANIELLE CHANCE: Why not use the phone in the house darling?
LORD CHANCE: Oh! No. No. Far too lovely for that. I'll just walk Caesar up the rise a bit…
DANIELLE CHANCE: Well, all right, if you must. I might just roll a cheeky one. Not too early is it? Charlie! Call me darling! Tell her to call me Charles!
CHARLIE CHANCE talks to LORD CHANCE on the phone while he walks the dog.
LORD CHANCE: Well, Charlie. What can I say? It was an awful long time ago… before I'd even met your mother…
CHARLIE CHANCE: So it's true then? He is my brother?
LORD CHANCE: Yes, I'm afraid it rather looks as though he is.
CHARLIE CHANCE: When did you find out? Did you always know? Why didn't you tell me?
LORD CHANCE: No, I didn't know… not for a very long time. Look, sweetheart – there's a lot we haven't really talked about.
CHARLIE CHANCE: Dad, I don't want to rock the boat. I'm not trying to hurt you any more…
LORD CHANCE: all that funny business with the, ah, the jewels, THE CRAVEN PANTHER and what not…
CHARLIE CHANCE: It was when you killed that dog, Dad. When you…
LORD CHANCE: Killed a…? Was that it? But the brute was going to attack you darling! You were so, so tiny then… it would have torn you apart! I would never have forgiven myself! That, my love, was probably the single hardest thing I ever did in my life… I love dogs!
CHARLIE CHANCE: But… the Hunt!
LORD CHANCE: The Hunt? Good lord. Well. Foxes are another matter, but I haven't hunted in years! That was just what we did back then. I never really considered it. It was in my blood. I was raised to it. Is that why you joined PETA? Became a vegetarian? I always… well I always thought it was just your age. Hormones. You know. Girl stuff.
CHARLIE CHANCE: It's so long ago. It really doesn't matter now. So dad - tell me then, when did you know… you know? About…
LORD CHANCE: Well I… I simply couldn't give it up Charlie. It was like an addiction, something about the jewels… it's rather hard to explain. So I carried on without you, right up until maybe 15 years ago…
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Capt. Stone hunts THE CRAVEN PANTHER.
LORD CHANCE VO: And then one night CAPTAIN STONE showed up.
It was a job in London – a rich Russian who had made his money through some extremely, shall we say, unsavoury dealings. He had invested in some beautiful diamonds, which I felt it was my duty to relieve him of.
So Captain Stone shows up. Gave me quite a fright he did. Just came out of nowhere. Anyway, I thought, right. I'll just out-run the fellow. Always have, you see? I took it for granted that nobody could ever catch me.
But I was wrong.
Chap just kept on coming, getting closer and closer. Now I know London like the back of my hand, but there was simply no escaping him.
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CAPTAIN STONE confronts THE CRAVEN PANTHER.
LORD CHANCE VO: When he finally caught up with me I was utterly exhausted. Flat beat, for the first time in my life. I honestly could barely stand up. And he… well, it was as if he had just been on a light jog!
Do you know, he lifted me off the ground with one arm – removing my mask and relieving me of my spoils with the other.
I was helpless. And, I confess, somewhat shaken!
What future was there for me now?
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CAPTAIN STONE leaves THE CRAVEN PANTHER.
LORD CHANCE VO: But - the damnedest thing…
He told me, quietly, that if I were to ever take up the mantle of THE CRAVEN PANTHER again he would come after me. He reminded me how easy it had been for him to find me, and also that he knew precisely who I really was.
And then he just walked away, leaving me unmasked to find my way home.
LORD CHANCE & CHARLIE CHANCE continue to talk on the phone.
LORD CHANCE: So, you see, when it became public, that he was the son of ADA CLAYTON, I simply put two and two together.
He had not turned me in to the authorities because I was his father.
CHARLIE CHANCE: It was the same for me. It all makes sense. As his sister. He must have know that all along…
LORD CHANCE: I'm sorry, darling. I don't quite follow you…
CHARLIE CHANCE: I have a confession of my own, dad. A big one. I'm not proud of it. Oh God. There's just no easy way to explain…
To be continued!