Bacon – a scifi comic script

PAGE 1

PANEL 1

Exterior view of a factory at night. It’s a dubious looking place, with waste liquids oozing out of pipes at one side. The sign out front says “BARLOW’S BACON – PRIME CLONED PORK”.

TEXT BOX

When food scares made real pork a thing of the past, Dave Barlow was ready.

He knew that people would always want bacon.

PANEL 2

Interior of the factory. Rows of cloning vats, glass containers in which cloned pigs lie in liquid, many of them still grotesquely half-formed, all hooked up to feed pipes.

In the foreground stands DAVE, a middle-aged man with receding hairline and a paunch. The collar and tie of a fancy business suit are just visible at the neck of the overalls he’s wearing over them. He’s sweating and grimacing as he hauls a clone of himself out of one of the vats. The clone is dripping with the liquids in which it was grown. A feeding tube runs from the ceiling down to the clone and into the flesh of its wrist.

TEXT BOX

But Dave wanted something more from his factory.

Something the law didn’t allow.

DAVE

Come on Bacon, I’ve got jobs for you to do.

PANEL 3

Interior of Dave’s home, which is decorated with a sort of tacky, faux-historic opulence that he thinks of as stylish. DAVE stands facing BACON, the clone. Both are wearing suits – DAVE’s in dark grey, BACON’s in light grey, a colour scheme to stick to throughout the story to distinguish between them. BACON smiles in a slightly vacant way as DAVE hands him an envelope.

DAVE

Here you go, Bacon. ID and briefings on my business.

Be careful. If anyone works this out, they’ll destroy you and I’ll have to pay a fine. But do well, and I’ll buy you a life of your own.

BACON

Thank you, Dave.

PANEL 4

Exterior of Dave’s house. It’s a grand place with pillars around the front door and a swanky car outside. DAVE stands in the doorway, waving off BACON as he heads for the car.

DAVE

Don’t forget the divorce hearing after work. I want rid of Sally, but don’t let her take me for a ride.

BACON

You can count on me, Dave.

PANEL 5

Interior of Dave’s house. He’s slobbing in front of the TV, drinking beer and eating pizza. He’s smiling at what he sees on the screen – the light-suited figure of BACON waving to the camera.

TV

…of another good week for the revitalised Barlow Bacon, going from strength to strength under CEO David Barlow.

DAVE

Good work, Bacon.

PANEL 6

Dave’s bedroom at night. We’re looking down at DAVE as he lies in bed in the left of the panel. He’s just woken up, his hair’s all over the place, his expression is one of alarm, but he hasn’t sat up. Instead, he’s looking sideways from his pillow towards the right hand side of the panel, where BACON is crouched by the side of the bed. One of BACON’s hands is on the nightstand, where DAVE’s wallet lies.

DAVE

What are you doing Bacon?

BACON

I just came to say thank you, Dave. For this opportunity.

DAVE

Um, OK. Goodnight, Bacon.

BACON

Goodnight, Dave. Sweet dreams.

PAGE 2

PANEL 1

Wide shot of DAVE in his living room. He sits staring at the TV, surrounded by piles of discarded books and gadgets. He’s unshaven and fatter than he was before. A half-eaten slice of pizza hangs from his hand.

TEXT BOX

Afraid of people spotting him and his clone in the same place, Dave stayed at home.

He hadn’t wanted to work, but he hadn’t thought about what he would do instead.

PANEL 2

Same situation as previous panel, but closer in on DAVE. BACON is entering the room through a door next to him, looking every bit as smart as DAVE did at the start. DAVE looks up at him with relief.

DAVE

Is there a crisis in the office? Something you can’t handle?

BACON

Don’t worry, Dave. I just came to pick up some documents.

DAVE

Oh. What about the divorce?

PANEL 3

Close up of DAVE as he holds his phone up, staring at the screen. He looks sad. In the background, BACON is heading back out of the door.

BACON

Don’t worry, Dave. I have the situation with Sally under control.

DAVE

She never even calls to yell at me any more.

BACON

Why don’t you find a hobby, take your mind off it all?

PANEL 4

DAVE sits in his kitchen in sweatpants and dressing gown. There’s an open beer on the counter next to him. Parts of a remote control drone are spread across the counter. DAVE has a screwdriver in one hand and his phone in the other.

VOICE FROM PHONE

I’m sorry, Mr Barlow, but the payment for the parts you ordered was refused.

DAVE

That’s ridiculous! Do you know who I am?

PANEL 5

DAVE still sitting at the kitchen counter, surrounded by drone parts and beer cans. He’s got a laptop open in front of him. Above the laptop, we see the fury on his face.

DAVE

Bloody Bacon! What’s he done with my money?

PANEL 6

Exterior of Dave’s house. DAVE is leaving, dressed in a dishevelled version of the suit we saw him in earlier, but with the addition of a hat and sunglasses to hide his face.

DAVE

I made that slab of meat, I can destroy him if he messes with me.

PAGE 3

PANEL 1

DAVE, in his sunglasses and hat, strides towards the gates of the Barlow’s Bacon factory, as seen on the first page. The factory looks better kept than before. There’s a smartly dressed security guard in front of the gates, which now have a swipe-card lock on them.

DAVE

Let me in! I need to talk with Mr Barlow.

PANEL 2

Close up on DAVE and the SECURITY GUARD, who stands blocking his way. DAVE is snarling with frustration.

SECURITY GUARD

I’m sorry, sir, but I can’t let you in unless you’ve got one of the new passes. Mr Barlow’s orders, to prevent illegal cloning.

DAVE

But I’m…

Oh, forget it! I know where to find him.

PANEL 3

Wide shot. Exterior of a grand looking building with steps out front and a sign above the doorway saying “COUNTY COURT”. A POLICEMAN stands to one side of the doorway. DAVE is lurking on the other side. SALLY is emerging from the building.

SALLY is around the same age as DAVE but has taken better care of herself. She’s dressed smartly for court. As she walks out of the building, her head is turned to one side, as though talking to someone over her shoulder.

DAVE (THOUGHT)

There’s Sally, like I expected.  And if she was here for a hearing then that swine Bacon should be too.

PANEL 4

Zoom in from previous image, as we don’t need to see the policeman and the court sign anymore. In the foreground, SALLY and BACON are walking down the steps of the courthouse, holding hands, chatting and smiling. Over BACON’s shoulder, we can see DAVE staring at them, his mouth hanging open in shock.

DAVE

What the…?

PANEL 5

Medium shot. DAVE, left of panel, facing BACON and SALLY on the right. DAVE is furious. He’s taken off the sunglasses, but he’s still scruffy, unshaven, and wearing the hat. He’s prodding BACON in the chest with one finger. His head juts forward as he snarls in fury.

The other two have their heads back, pulling away from DAVE’s wrath. BACON’s expression is calm. SALLY looks confused.

DAVE

This isn’t what you were meant to do! You’re ruining my life.

SALLY

Dave, honey, what is this? Who is this man?

PANEL 6

A POLICEMAN appears between DAVE and BACON. DAVE looks panicked. BACON looks concerned.

POLICEMAN

Is there a problem here, sir?

DAVE

No problem! Just talking to this man and my wife. I mean his wife. I mean-

BACON

I’m sorry, officer. I have to confess a crime.

PAGE 4

PANEL 1

Close up on the POLICEMAN, left of panel, facing BACON on the right. BACON looks ashamed, his gaze downcast. The POLICEMAN looks stern.

BACON

I was having a difficult time in my life – business troubles, divorce. I made a clone to take my place. I turned my life around almost straight away, but he-

PANEL 2

Close up on a frantic DAVE, left of panel, facing the POLICEMAN on the right. DAVE holds out an ID card, waving it in the POLICEMAN’s face. The POLICEMAN is peering at the card.

DAVE

It’s a lie! He’s the clone! Look, I have ID, I can prove I’m the real Dave Barlow.

POLICEMAN

Sir, this is a fake. And not a good one.

PANEL 3

Medium shot. DAVE is at the left, the policeman in the middle, and BACON at the right. The POLICEMAN has grabbed hold of DAVE by the scruff of the neck. BACON is holding out his own ID card.

BACON

Here’s my ID. He must have copied it to try to take my place.

I’m so sorry, officer.

PANEL 4

Medium shot of BACON and the POLICEMAN talking, with SALLY standing by BACON’s side. In the background, DAVE is being dragged away by other police officers.

POLICEMAN

At least you confessed, sir. They’ll take that into account when fining you. But I’m afraid we’ll have to destroy your clone.

PANEL 5

Close up on a desperate DAVE, framed by the edges of the police officers as they drag him away.

DAVE

I’m not the clone! I can prove it! Look on his wrist – there’s a scar from the feed tubes in the cloning vat.

POLICE OFFICER

That’s what they all say.

PANEL 6

Close up on BACON, left of panel, and the POLICEMAN, right of panel. They’re shaking hands. As they do so, we can see the POLICEMAN’s wrist and the scar there, a souvenir of when he too was grown in a vat.

BACON

Thank you for your help.

POLICEMAN

My pleasure, sir.