![]() ![]() ![]() (The image dissolves to a close-up of the finished product a circuit panel with several microchips plugged into slots. She now holds a freshly stolen blueprint and proceeds to unroll it cut to just over her shoulder and zoom in on one portion of the electronic schematics on the paper.) Extreme close-up of one cuff as she unlocks it, then pull back. Rouge's foot comes down next to it, the rest of her form resuming normal proportions, and she kneels, pulls up the case, and forms one index finger into a key. ![]() In seconds, they have passed out from oxygen deprivation the briefcase crashes to the floor, still manacled to the limp wrist. (As he finishes, Rouge elongates her body as if it were made of Silly Putty and coils around the three men like a boa constrictor. (The carrier motions the bodyguards charge.) Duplicitous, cunning, and twisted in every sense of the word. A close-up reveals a high collar, narrowed ice-blue eyes, and full lips curved into a threatening half-smile.) It is Rouge, whose sleeveless red bodysuit sports a broad black belt with silver accents and disappears into a pair of thigh-high, spike-heeled black boots. They stop short when an elbow in a full-length black glove comes into view, and the camera cuts to behind the trio and zooms in on the new arrival. The man is walking down a corridor pull back to show two bodyguards taking point in front, the camera panning to follow the group. (Dissolve to an extreme close-up of a briefcase whose handle is attached to the wrist of its carrier by a pair of handcuffs. He knows the strategy of every battle in history, because he was there to see it. He maintains the same commander's pose throughout even as his clothing changes.) On the next line, the scene around him flashes the previous time sequence in reverse. (Cut to Immortus, in full armor and on horseback with broadsword raised. Next is a series of dissolves that shows hand-to-hand combat through the ages: Egyptians, Romans, samurai, knights.) (On the end of this, dissolve to a close-up of Immortus liver-spotted pate, deeply hooded eyes, unpleasant sunken smile. Mento: (voice over) Criminals of the worst kind, and our greatest foes. The old man is General Immortus, while the woman is Madame Rouge.) One is Monsieur Mallah, another is a stooped, nearly bald old man in a military uniform, and the third is a woman with chin-length black hair, wearing a bodysuit. The camera then pulls back to show the Brain, mounted in its menacing skull-face rolling pedestal, and three other figures in the shadows thrown by the wall-bracket torches. (On the end of this, dissolve to a close-up of a banner identical to those that hung in the Brain's stronghold-skull atop black stylized B and E. Mento: For as long as there has been a Doom Patrol, we have fought the Brotherhood of Evil. They are gathered under a tarp, around a campfire near the parked T-Ship, in a clearing of the Amazon jungle in which the big throwdown of Part One took place. Lightning tears through the low-hanging clouds a couple of times before the camera tilts down several hundred yards to stop at a long overhead shot of the Titans and the Doom Patrol. (Opening shot: the night sky in a violent thunderstorm. ![]()
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