EXT. AVENUE – NIGHT
A man steps off the bus, wearing glasses, hoodie over his head, backpack on his chest. As he is getting closer to his destination, he sees 3 white men wearing yellow shirts with ‘Event Staff’ on the back. A couple of feet away from them, he sees a black guy trying to get their attention. The man steps off the sidewalk when he crosses paths with the Event Staffers, as they were obstructing his path.
EVENT STAFFER 1
How you doing, sir?
EVENT STAFFER 2
EVENT STAFFER 3
He steps back on the sidewalk and crosses the black guy.
You got your glasses on, don’t it?
Aye, one of them white boys called you a Ni**er! You heard it? I know you heard it, bruh.
The man stops walking and looks up at the high-rise building to his left and sees someone peeking out their blinds. They exchange glares for 5 seconds then the man continues walking.
The black guy wanders aimlessly in a nearby park. He hears leaves crunching behind him. He turns around and sees 3 people jogging along the track. He notices they are wearing bright yellow shirts. He thinks they chose that color to help them be seen, as the park doesn’t have light poles. As they get closer, the black guy steps to the side to clear the trail. But when they cross his path, they stop and beat him within an inch of his life. Before they vanish, they place a cellphone in his palm.When the man regains consciousness a few minutes later, he calls 911.
An aerial camera view shows 3 police cars pull up to the house where the 3 white men were doing event staffing. As the 3 white guys are getting arrested, an ambulance speeds by, presumably on their way to the park or rushing the black guy to the hospital.
The aerial camera view turns out to be the POV from a balcony of a high-rise apartment building nearby. A man is sitting on a bench with a mannequin on his left and right side. All 3 are wearing yellow shirts. He holds a pair of binoculars to each mannequins eyes so they can see the events going on below. He pretends one of the mannequins says something to him.
I don’t need binoculars. I got glasses, don’t it? Bob, hand me that wet towel so I can get this shit off my face, will you? Gimme that! And Tom, why do you still have your hands on my hips? Get off!
He disconnects something that conjoined them. The man grabs the towel from the mannequin’s hands and takes a swipe at his forehead, revealing darker skin. He was wearing white make-up. He then throws the towel on the camera lens.
FADE TO BLACK
Publishing my first comic since June 2012 on Valentines.