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Jonathan Pearmain The Art of A Hero's Hat

Jonathan Pearmain The Art of A Hero's Hat

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Published by: Jonathan Pearmain on Mar 05, 2011
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Setting

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CEMETERY

Character:

SUPER HERO

PROP:

SEE-SAW

Resulting Log-Line: Wannabe Super-Villain, Walter Bentley (a.k.a ‘Lethal Lightning’) is set upon stealing the magical ‘Hero Hat’ from the mausoleum of the world’s greatead super-hero. However, the ‘Heroes’ Garden’ cemetery offers no easy pickings…

The Heroes’ Cemetery: Pere Lachaise

The Heroes’ Cemetery

The Heroes’ Cemetery

The Heroes’ Cemetery

The Heroes’ Cemetery

Captain Majestico’s Mausoleum

Captain Majestico’s Mausoleum

Captain Majestico’s Mausoleum

Captain Majestico’s Mausoleum

Captain Majestico’s Mausoleum

Captain Majestico’s Mausoleum

Walter Bentley a.k.a ‘Lethal Lightning’
“Walter was born believing he was destined for greatness, born into a world with far too many pompous, over zealous super-heroes, spineless sycophants who were essentially glorified boy scouts. Oh yes then could catch a stray missile when it really mattered, but most of the time they just helped ladies across the country and cleared debris off train tracks. And the villains weren’t much better, enthusiastic practical jokers who thoughts all you needed to be evil was a sinister laugh and a weak handshake. But Walter was different, disregarding any sense of morality or ethics, he would be the greatest and evilest super-villain to have terrorized the USA, and maybe the world!”

Walter Bentley a.k.a ‘Lethal Lightning’

Walter Bentley a.k.a ‘Lethal Lightning’

Walter Bentley a.k.a ‘Lethal Lightning’

Walter Bentley a.k.a ‘Lethal Lightning’

Walter Bentley a.k.a ‘Lethal Lightning’

The Final Scipt
It is a clear and cold night. San Francisco sits in early March, it’s misty and damp. The famous ‘Heroes’ Cemetery’ lies at the eastern end of Golden Gate Park, near the baseball field. Usually the hum of traffic can be heard from the nearby Lincoln way, but tonight it’s oddly quiet. Inside the cemetery however, all is not quiet. A figure slips over the side wall, landing lightly; a cape on its back making it seems like some large bat. It flits between the gravestones, making its way towards the large mausoleum situated at the centre of the cemetery. Emerging into the light cast by the mausoleum’s interior, Walter Bentley is revealed. He is thin, limp, his arms and legs overlong, while his back seems unable to support his overly large head. His face is triangular in shape, a bulging forehead tapering to an ugly point of a chin. Large thick spectacles sit at the end of his large, permanently dripping nose, behind which beady, weak eyes stare in awe. His mouth hangs open, large uneven teeth filling the gap. His costume is clearly handmade but is certainly the result of a lot of effort; a large purple lighting flash is blazoned upon his chest, declaring him to be ‘Lethal Lightning’, his chosen alias. He checks an old newspaper article that confirms the burial of ‘Captain Majestico’ in the cemetery along with his renowned ‘Hero Hat’. It also shows an image of the mausoleum’s statue. He looks slightly unsettled at the size of the structure, as if it dwarfed the image he held in his mind. However, he musters his courage and enters inside. The inside of the mausoleum is warmly lit by wall mounted braziers, their

The Final Scipt
The inside of the mausoleum is warmly lit by wall mounted braziers, their flickering light distorting the interiors shadows. At the far end of the hall sits the grave. It’s ornate, raised upon an elegant plinth. Towering over stands a statue of the man himself, standing as an eternal sentinel over his body, an eternal sentinel over the cemetery, the city, the world, over morality itself. Majestico’s handsome face smiles confidently as his stone-carved eyes still manage their charming twinkle. On his head sits a stone replica of his hat, the famous ‘Hero hat’, the alien artefact that enhanced his already impressive powers. It that hat that has brought Walter here tonight, for it sits in the tomb at the statue’s feet. However, in-between the coffin and the entrance sit a series of safe guards to deter any unwarranted intruder. A steep ramping leading to three sets of crushing pillars that open and close with mighty force. Beyond that is a gauntlet of darts followed by a cunningly wrought floor of strong paving stones along side weak ones that will crumble and ditch the walker in a pit of spikes. Finally a series of jets that cause wall of fire to fill the hall.

The Final Scipt
Walter gulps, his weedy body shaking. Then he imagines the hat upon his own head and his eyes are filled with greed and malice. To convince himself he closes his eyes and imagines himself overcoming the lethal assault course. In his minds eye he quickly scales the ramp, his muscular legs pumping himself up it. Timing his leap perfectly, he sails through the gap in the first set of crushing pillars. He lands rolling across the lower surface of the second one, jumping off just as its counterpart comes smashing down. It seems that he won’t make the third one in time. But no! Using his strength, he holds it up long enough to diver out. Sailing through the air, he perfectly distorts himself to avoid the hail of darts. Landing at a run he leaps across the paving, jumping from solid stone to solid stone with utter most confidence. His last jump takes him swiftly through the rapidly forming wall of fire. He lands, the edges of his cape singed. His muscles bulge as he stands tall and proud, his chest jutting out. His handsome yet wise face sneers with selfconfidence as he sweeps his fiery hair from his eyes. Walter shakes himself out of his vision, and the reality of his skinny form, limp limbs and spotty, unpleasant face becomes all too clear. Walter on the contrary seems convinced of his success. He takes his first bold step on the ramp. Suddenly, an unseen trapdoor in the roof opens and a large bolder drops through. It crashes into the other end of the ramp, which is revealed to be a cunningly concealed seesaw. The other end catapults Walter through a conveniently placed hole in the roof.

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