The Falcon - High Flight - Brian Manton

1.
Sam Wilson with his friend Sammy St. Clair, both about 10 years old. They are at Sam's pigeon coop. Sam holds a pigeon in his hands.  Sammy looks fascinated.

CAP: Boy I knew in Harlem, Sam too - Sammy St. Clair, the only person I've met more obsessed with flying than me.

2.
Sammy's dad, in military uniform, kneeling in front of him saying goodbye. Sammy smiles, his eyes wide with pride.

CAP: His dad was a pilot in Nam. Died there in the end.

3.
Sammy, older, in a similar uniform to his dad. He is shaking hands with Sam Wilson before he ships out.

CAP: Didn't put Sammy off though. Signed up himself in time.

4.
Full page bleed. (Panels 1-3 inset)

Bright blue sky mottled with whispy white clouds.

Small in the panel, Falcon ascends in an upward arc.

CAP: He told me this poem. An aviators favourite, his dad had told him.

CAP:
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long delirious, burning blue,
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew -
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untresspassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.

Text Box:
High Flight
Pilot Officer Gillespie Magee
No 412 squadron, RCAF
Killed 11 December 1941

The Falcon - Now THAT's Gangsta! - R.A. Wonsowski

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Panel 1 - Four "gangstas" are standing in an alley, going through their small paper bags full of cash.  For the sake of simplicity (and the script), they are, from left to right:  TOOFY, a bulky black thug about 20ish, pointing to the ill-gotten cash with his semi-automatic pistol, sporting a doo-rag, wife-beater t-shirt, MC Hammer pants, and a grill full of gold-plated teeth; HOODY, a shaved-head white guy nearing 30 that looks like he has quite a habit, wearing a hoody and baggy jeans slung mid-thigh, revealing Spider-Man boxers, and holding one of the paper sacks of cash; CAPPY, an young Asian teen wearing baggy clothes and a New York Mets baseball cap with the brim pulled to the side and tilted down, holding the other cash sack; and ESSE, a near-30 Hispanic gangster sporting a bandana around his head, bowling shirt open, and skin tight jeans, the only one aware of his surroundings, pointing at a rootop off-panel, a look of fearful surprise on his face.

HOODY:  This serious paper, yo!

TOOFY:  That's GANGsta, now, bee-yotch!

ESSE:  YoyoyoyoyoyoYO!  Eyes up, homes --


Panel 2 - Standing on a tenement roof ledge, arms akimbo and chin heroically jutted, is the FALCON (in his classic 70's red and white costume, looking down on the urban foursome.

ESSE:  (off-panel, from below) -- the m@%#er-#&$%¡ng FALCON!!!

HOODY:  (off-panel, from below) Cap his @$$!!


Panel 3 - On the left is ESSE, TOOFY is on the right.  TOOFY fires his pistol held sideways, but the shot has gone wild, as a circular inset panel reveals why: "slide-bite", which is when the slide of the semi-automatic pistol "bites" the webbing of the hand between thumb and forefinger when you hold it like a dumbass like this.  Because of this poor handling of the weapon, the shell casing has ejected from the gun upwards and right into ESSE's eye.

ESSE:  Aagk!

TOOFY:  Yowch!


Panel 4 - Background, FALCON plants his feet into the chests of TOOFY and ESSE as he lands, the gun falling from TOOFY's hand.  Foreground, CAPPY turns to run but has slammed face-first right into a lamppost that was previously obscured by the lowered sideways brim of his cap.  HOODY runs as well, but has tripped over his low-slung pants, about to faceplant into the sidewalk.  Both of their bags of cash are flying everywhere as they crash.

SoundFX (ESSE and the lamppost):  KLONG!

HOODY:  ShaaAA!!


Panel 5 - Two uniformed COPS, looking a lot like Ernie Hudson and Dan Akroyd, pile the four "gangstas" into a paddywagon, all bruised and embarrassed.  The FALCON grins and watches as he leans against the lamppost on the left side of the panel, pointing nonchalantly at the foursome.

FALCON:  Now THAT's gangsta!

OFFICER HUDSON:  If by "gangsta", you mean "dumber'n stumps"...

OFFICER AKROYD:  Five-oh in your hiz-zay, yo's...

The Falcon - Flyin' High In The Friendly Sky - Niel Jacoby

Panel 1: we see what looks like a Predator drone the size of a Tic-Tac container hovering in the vent of an apartment building. Through the vent, we can see a HYDRA meeting adjourning.

HYDRA 1: ALRIGHT, I'LL DELIVER THE PLANS TO MAX FROM THE ASTORIA CELL, AND IT SHOULD ALL GO ACCORDING TO PLAN.

HYDRA 2: GOOD TO KNOW. SAME TIME NEXT WEEK?

HYDRA 1: YOU KNOW IT.

Panel 2: We see Sam "Falcon" Wilson in the SHIELD helicarrier's drone control bay, listening intently. There are a few other crewmen in the shot. Wilson is smirking.

RADIO: -KNOW IT.

WILSON: LOOKS LIKE WE'VE GOT ALL WE NEED. REQUESTING APPROVAL OF EXPLOSIVE STRIKE.

CREWMAN: HEH, NOT LIKE YOU NEED IT.

WILSON: FIRING.

Panel 3: we see the apartment building from P1 as it explodes from the inside.

SFX: FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!

Panel 4: Sam Wilson takes off his headphones as one of the crewmen is about to throw him a beer from a cooler under one of the tables.

Sam: THAT'S ANOTHER HYDRA PLOT TAKEN CARE OF. WHAT IS THAT, 3 THIS MONTH?

Crewman: HAT TRICK!

Panel 5: Sam catches the beer as the rest of the room lifts theirs in celebration. A crewman of noticably lower rank looks apprehensive.

All: TO THE FALCON!

Younger Crewman: HEY, WEREN'T THERE PEOPLE IN THERE?

Panel 6: Wilson shrugs, beer in hand.

Wilson: COLLATERAL DAMAGE.

Crewman(OP): HEY WILSON, COMMANDER FURY WANTS TO SEE YOU!

The Falcon - You Can't Take the Sky from Me - J.D. Coughlan

Falcon has been kidnapped by the Red Skull and is being tortured and experimented on.

Panel 1: Torture room. Sam lies strapped to a table, beaten and bloody. Red Skull stands over him, sleeves rolled up. Two HYDRA guards stand at the door. Sam has a weak grin, which annoys the Skull.

SAM: (small, wobbly) Hehehe...

SKULL: You may well laugh, Wilson, perhaps smug in the assurance of a rescue. Know this: By the time Rogers even learns of your disappearance, there will be very little of you left to save -- mentally, if not physically.

Panel 2: Close up on Sam. He lifts his head slightly off the table, wincing from the pain.

SAM: (wobbly) There... There will always be something left, Skull... Something you... can't take...

Panel 3: Close on the Skull. He turns from Sam, now with a smug grin.

SKULL: Please... I was a Nazi, remember? I know how hollow such poetic sentiments are in reality.

SKULL: Fine for inspiring the less-educated masses, but they can be made to believe in anything. And, with enough suffering, nothing at all.

Panel 4: Large panel. Over the Skull's shoulder. His back is to Sam, facing the reader. His smug grin has dropped. Sam's head is still raised, staring intently at the Skull.

SAM: Look at history... There has never been a completely successful dictatorship... Because... Because the more adamantly you try to get people to believe something, the more they will consider the opposite... Even if you kept all of mankind locked away underground, they'd still dream of the sky...

SAM: Freedom isn't a belief or an idea... It's not something you can cover up or disguise... It's a feeling deep in the heart of every person ever born. That's why you'll never win. Not in any way that counts.

SAM: So do your worst, Skull. I'll be dreaming of the sky.

END OF PAGE

Falcon – PUNCH Line – MK Stangeland Jr.

(5 Panels)

Panel 1: TV monitor showing the character select screen from SUPER SMASH BROTHERS BRAWL. There are four active player, though they are off-screen: SPIDER-MAN, JOHNNY STORM, BOBBY DRAKE, and SAM WILSON.

JOHNNY (1): (Off-Panel) I’m going to play as Sam’s character!

BOBBY: (Off-Panel) Falcon isn’t in this game…

JOHNNY (2): (Off-Panel) Captain Falcon.

SAM: (Off-Panel) …

Panel 2: The game is ongoing, with the characters of CAPTAIN FALCON, SNAKE, SONIC, and ICE CLIMBERS present on the BATTLEFIELD map.

JOHNNY (1): (Off-Panel) Here it comes!

JOHNNY (2): (Off-Panel) Say it with me now!

SAM: (Off-Panel) What are we saying?

BOBBY: (Off-Panel) Your hero name!

SAM: (Off-Panel) Falcon?

Panel 3: CAPTAIN FALCON has swung back for his signature move.

SPIDER-MAN, JOHNNY, and BOBBY: (Off-Screen) FALCON…

Panel 4: CAPTAIN FALCON performs his FALCON PUNCH to send SNAKE flying.

SPIDER-MAN, JOHNNY, and BOBBY: (Off-Screen) …PUNCH!

Panel 5: We see the couch where the four are sitting as they play the game. SPIDER-MAN sits on the far end, while JOHNNY STORM and BOBBY DRAKE sit on either side of SAM WILSON. JOHNNY and BOBBY give each other a high five over SAM’s head – there might be a touch of steam from the impact as a minor side-joke. SAM lets his head hang down into one of his hands in annoyance at the others antics.

WILSON: Someone please remind me how I let you people talk me into this.

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The Falcon - For the Birds - Grant McLaughlin

Sorry I'm late.  Was travelling and could not find a computer to post this from.

There would be four rows here.  Row one would be made up of panels 1 through 3, row two of panels 4 through 7, row three of panels 8 through 11, and row four of panels 12 through 14.

1 - Outside a cafe of some variety.  Let's go with big ol' sign outside that reads "Gene's".

JOHNNY STORM (from within): So what's it like talking to birds?

2 - Interior.  Johnny Storm and Samuel Wilson sit opposite each other at a booth.  Johnny is lazing back, one arm lain across the back of the back of his chair, holding a milkshake in his other hand.  Samuel sits straight, a coffee in front of him - he has one hand resting next to the cup and the other up in conversation.

SAMUEL WILSON: Talk is a bit strong.  It's more like I can see what they see, think what they think.

JOHNNY STORM: Oh.

3 - Johnny sits up a bit, leaning closer to Sam to hear what the story is.  Sam is pretty nonchalant about it, taking a sip of his coffee.

JOHNNY STORM: So, uh, what do they think about?

SAMUEL WILSON: Well..

4 - A small robin flits from one branch to another.

ROBIN: Look at me fly!

5 - A pigeon flies through the city air.

PIGEON: Flying is the best!

6 - A group of small birds are beginning to take flight from their position in a park.

GROUP OF SMALL BIRDS: Let's fly!

7 - A crow perches atop some telephone wire outside.

CROW: I wish I was flying right now.

8 - A group of Canada geese fly in their signature 'V'.  Two are in conversation.

GOOSE 1: Flying's so great!

GOOSE 2: Right?!

9 - A small group of ducks mill around an old women who sits on a bench throwing them bread.  The birds are in various states of gobbling up their windfall, although one stands slightly apart, a thought on his mind.

DUCK: This bread is great and all, but I'd rather be flying.

10 - Some penguins in the zoo look up sadly / forlornly towards some birds flying above them in the distance.

PENGUIN: One day...

11 - Redwing soars majestically through the air, likely doing something important and Avenger-y.

REDWING: FLYING!

12 - Similar panel to panel 3.  Johnny holds the same position.  Sam puts his coffee cup back down.

NO COPY

13 - Repeat panel 12, except Johnny looks somewhat perplexed.  Sam's expression is still neutral.

JOHNNY STORM: Huh.

SAMUEL WILSON: Yep.

14 - Johnny shrugs, smiling wide.  Sam shares a small smile with him.

JOHNNY STORM: Well, they're not wrong.

SAMUEL WILSON: Nope.

The Falcon – Birds Of A Feather - Shaun Richens

PAGE ONE – 6 Panels

1.1

Page wide panel. Int Shield heli-carrier control room. Red alarm lights go off. Ultimate universe Nick Fury lies with his back against a control panel. He looks older than normally, wisps of grey hair in his eyebrows and facial hair, crows feet under his eyes. Sam Wilson (The Falcon) in black combat gear (his metal wing set folded up behind him) kneels at Fury's side.

FURY:

Funny how the man with the eye patch was to blind to see it. He's gone Sam.

FURY:

He wanted to get caught. He needed to get close to me.

FURY:

You have to stop him.

1.2

Page wide panel. Ext. The landing deck of the heli-carrier Its a clear bright morning. An Ultimate universe version of the super villain Vulture pushes sheild agents to the floor with ease, as he rushes past them. This Vulture is bald with a strong, sharp facial features. He looks very young, early 20's. He has a lean lightweight boxers body shape. He wears a very dark green combat suit, its sleek and advanced looking. On his back is a similar set of fold up wings to those of Falcon.

NO COPY.

1.3

Repeat of 1.2 Vulture has cleared the panel. Falcon gives chase pasted the chaos in the Vultures wake.

NO COPY.

1.4

Ext. The landing deck of the heli-carrier. The vulture with his back to us, his toes inching over the side of the deck, nothing but clear air beneath him.

FALCON (O.P)

Toomes. You know what happens next. Don't take that step.

1.5

Small Panel. Close up on the vulture looking back over his shoulder.

VULTURE:

Ha. You're the bird of prey Mr Wilson. Let us see if you can hunt.

1.6

Big panel. Looking up through the clouds towards the base of the heli-carrier. The vulture, wings unfolded dive bombs towards us. The shining glint of the Falcons wings can be seen giving chase behind.

NO COPY.

Why The Falcon?

In a film titled; Captain America: Winter Solider, its neither of these title characters that grab me. It's the Falcon I'm most interested in.

The Falcon is more than just the winged hero he seems on the surface. The Falcon is Sam Wilson, a man with a sad and troubled past, caught up in a life that dragged him down the path of crime. But in his darkest moment, on the brink, Captain America pulled him back to reveal the man Sam was born to be. A man who could rise above it all, to become a friend to Steve Rogers ,and a crime fighting partner to the first super human, the first superhero, Captain America. What a truly great man Sam Wilson, The Falcon is.

So this week the sky's the limit. Let's soar.