Scripting

This is the first draught of the script for up to the start of the protagonists new case. I may add to it later depending on if I really need it for helping with the animatic.

Two figures struggling, slicing and crunching sounds.

Figure 2: AHHHH!

Scene changes to two thugs running down the streets.

Thug 1: Pant, pant.

Thug 2: Pant This way!

Two thugs turn into a small alley, they both lean on the wall; panting. One smirks at the other.

Thug 1: Lost 'em.

A shadow growing larger overhead of the two.

Voice: Tally ho!

The two thugs look up, the shadow lands on the thug 2. Thug 1 leaps out of his skin and flees. Voice- protaginst, straightens up.

Protagonist watches the thug run. Tipping his helmet.

Thug 1: Ha ha! Thug looks behind him, face meeting a helmet. URK!

Thug 1 crashes to the floor, protagonist flicks his hat up from the floor, putting it back on his head.

Protagonist dragging the thugs to the station. Dropping them in the main hall.

Protagonist: Here's a present.

Officer: Do your own goddamn paper work! I Cant- sigh Look just go to the chiefs office, he wants to see you.

Protagonist: Oho, more yelling.

Protagonist sitting down onto a wide stack of papers.

Chief: I need you to stop being so violent with criminals- You're supposed to detain them! Not cripple them! And I'm not even going to mention the damages!

Protagonist: Shrugs Look it's not my fault, London needs a firm hand.

Chief: FIRM?! People hate the police enough as it is! I don't need you charging around like a bull in a china shop!

Protagonist: What am I supposed to do?! I catch the sods don't I?!  

Chiefs face starting to go red from the anger.

Protagonist: ...Look. Just give me another case or something.

Chief: Huff Come back tomorrow, you should take a break.

Chief calms down.

Chief: You work too much.

Protagonist: Pff, Fine. Tomorrow then.

Protagonist gets up to leave.

Chief: If you weren't so good at your job I'd drop you in an instant.

Protagonist flashes a toothy grin. He makes his way downstairs; an officer pops up and starts to bug the protagonist.

Officer: So, lost your job yet?

Protagonist: No such luck, trollop.

Officer: Tro- Oi, you can't be the favourite forever if you keep this up!

Protagonist: I don't want to be a favourite. Now let me go to the pub in peace.

Officer still bugging the protagonist as he nears the pub.

Officer: And another thing-

Protagonist: Poke it?

Officer: What?

Protagonist: Poke. it.

Just as officer starts to yell at the protagonist, his attention is drawn to the rooftops.

Officer: What.. the..

The officer stares at the figure on the roof.

Protagonist walks into pub.

Protagonist: Cider here.

Barmaid: Coming up.

Barman: Bad day?

Protagonist: No, just an annoying officer.

Skips back to officer.

Womans voice: EIYAAAHHHH.

Screaming knocks the officer from his stare. The officer charges into the house from where the screaming came from.

Officer: What's wrong?!

The officer bursts in and flinches back at the sight.

Officer: ?!

Black screen, whistling.

-next day-

Protagonist, stepping out from his home; general hustle and bustle of London.

Inside the station, protagonist bumps into butler. He glances back but just carries on walking.

bump

Butler: Excuse me!

Still walking.

Butler: Grabs Excuse me!

Protagonist: You're excused.

Butler: Have you no sense of decorum?

Protagonist: I would- If I knew what it was.

Butler: How are you an officer here?

Protagonist: Did the uniform not give it away?

Officer at desk: Stop arguing and get upstairs!

Protagonist shrugs and heads there.

Protagonist: I didn't start it.

Butler scoffs. Protagonist enters the chiefs office.

Protagonist: Right, give it to me. Job time. Protag notices the woman in the room. Uh? Who's the hag?

Click

Twack

Chief slaps a palm to his forehead, the protagonist knocked to his knees by the butler from before.

Butler: You dare speak such words to Milday?!

Protagonist: Bloody hell, that's one hell of a boot.

He remains on the floor.

Lady: It's no problem.

Chief: Well no, My Lady he should pay some respect to high class citizens, the jammy-

Protagonist: So what are you doing here?

Chief: I was talking...

Lady: I'm reporting a missing persons.

Protagonist: Ugh, A hide a seek, really?

Chief: Pipe down! Stop being a picky little shit, you asked for a job and here it is.

Butler: Him? My Lady we can put our trust in this... brute?

Lady: Silence. I just want her found. hic ...I want her safe.

Butler stays silent but walks over to her and escorts her out of the room.

Chief: You're one of my finest. And she's a stinking rich, powerful figurehead in this city. I know that you'll get this job done.

Protagonist: Aw, you've gone and buttered me up now.

Protagonist holds his cheeks and looks coyly away from the chief.

Chief: ... Don't... do that. He cringes. This will get you in major good books, one more stepping stone to your old job.

Still holding his cheeks a stony expression now replaces coy.

Chief: Right, I don't have any more time to deal with this. Just do it. I've got urgent business to attend to.

Protagonist: What Busine- Slam. Fine.

He shrugs and leaves the room, the two right outside.

Protagonist: Right, let us get started, eh? Where'd you last see the femme?

Skips to them standing outside a grand estate.

Protagonist: Bugger me. This is your home?

Lady: Yes.

Protagonist: She went missing in her own home? How?

Butler: She is but a child, she tends to wander around the house and-

Protagonist: Back up! A child?! You failed to mention this back at the office!

Lady: Does this change anything?

Protagonist: I'm looking for completely different clues now. I can't believe it's literally hide and seek.

He mumbles the last sentence under his breath. The butler frowns, hearing it.

Protagonist: Righto Clap I'll give the place a once over.

-point and click investigation sequence?-