FLASHBACK:
INT. MILITARY OFFICE - DAY
1940s: Walt Jones, early 20s, a muscular man with a pair of glasses sits at a desk with his legs crossed. A military officer sits in front of him.
MILITARY OFFICER
Listen, Mr. Jones.
WALT
Please call me Walt.
MILITARY OFFICER
Walt, I'm afraid we can't let you go into battle.
Walt, clearly crushed takes his glasses off and sets them in his lap before responding.
WALT
Why... Why can't you?
MILITARY OFFICER
I'm sorry but your asthma makes you too big of a risk.
INT. GARAGE - DAY
Walt's locked himself in the garage, his mother is on the other side trying to talk to him.
MRS. JONES
Walt, Honey! Please come out. Can't we just talk about this?
Walter turns on his radio and leans on the wall, slowly sliding to the floor. He catches the end of a song as the announcer returns to the air.
RADIO ANNOUNCER
We hope you all enjoyed that song! In the news today, the Grey Goon, the last of America's Superheroes has been sent to war! Our likelihood of victory has increased greatly!
Walt stands up and shuts off the radio, he has an idea.
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INT. GARAGE - NIGHT
Much later, Walt has crafted a black one-piece suit and a matching mask for his face. He's wearing a pair of work boots. He has fashioned his glasses with a goggle strap to keep them on his head. He walks out to-
EXT. JONES HOUSEHOLD - NIGHT
All of the lights in the house are off, Walt walks to the back of the house and stands on the patio he leans down and flips a switch on both boots. The bottoms blast out attached to springs and shoot him several feet into the air. He lands and smiles.
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INT. BLACK CITY, BANK - DAY
The bank contains no more people than the tellers and a security guard. When the door swings open and Walt bursts in. He immediately elbows the guard in the face, knocking him to the ground unconscious. He spring jumps forward.
WALT
With all of America's superheroes out of the picture, this makes way for the rise of The Dregs! Unless you want to see what I can really do I suggest you empty the safes.
The tellers rush to the safe to hand over the money. When a hand taps Walter's shoulder.
ROISE (O.S.)
Hey, bub.
Walt turns and BAM! a punch to the chest sends him flying, crashing through a wall into the pottery store next door. Rosie, a woman with muscular arms, blue jeans, a blue-button up shirt, and a red bandanna around here black hair is the owner of the fist. She sees his broken glasses lying at her feet. She rushes to Walt.
ROSIE
The superhero's absence from the good ol' U. S. of A means no more than the rise of the Superheroine!
Rosie realizes that Walt has no superpowers, and is simply a man in a costume.
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INT. BLAKE CITY, PRISON HOSPITAL - DAY
Several of Walt's body parts are wrapped in casts as he sits in the bed. Rosie steps in in street clothes. She sits by his bed. Neither of them say a word.
Until...
WALT
You punch hard...
ROSIE
Yeah, that's my thing. I didn't think you were... normal. I'm sorry I used so much force, but you were asking for it.
WALT
I understand.
ROSIE
Are you going to straighten up once you get out of here?
WALT
It depends.
ROSIE
Depends? I don't want to have to put you in here again.
WALT
I'll retire from crime if you promise me one thing.
ROSIE
What is it?
WALT
Promise me.
ROSIE
Not until you tell me what I'm promising.
WALT
I want you to go on a date with me.
ROSIE
A date? No.
WALT
Just get a burger with me when I get out of here.
ROSIE
I'll think about it.
Rosie gets up and walks out.
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EXT. BLAKE CITY, PRISON - DAY
Years Later: Walt is finally released from the prison, he exits the gate and walks towards a cab waiting for him when he hears a whistle, he turns to see Rosie leaning on her car waiting for him.
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INT. BLAKE CITY, ROSIE'S PLACE - DAY
Rosie's Place, a quiet bar owned by Rosie and Walt. Moira and Wayne enter the bar. Rosie begins to glow upon spotting Moira.
ROSIE
Moira! How are you?
MOIRA
I'm just fine, Rosie. And Walt?
ROSIE
Oh, he's fine, still couldn't take care of himself for his life, though!
Moira and Rosie laughs, as does Walt behind the bar.
WALT (Joking)
Well, if I didn't act helpless what reason would you have to stick around?
The three share enough laugh, Rosie looks at Wayne.
ROSIE
So, who is your friend here?
MOIRA
This is Wayne, he's the one the papes call "Blur."
Wayne extends his hand to Rosie.
WAYNE
Nice to meet you, Mrs. Jones.
ROSIE
Oh, I didn't take old Walt's name. It's still Mrs. O' Shea.
Rosie grabs onto Wayne's hand and shakes it.
WAYNE
I'm sorry, very nice to meet you, Mrs. O' Shea.
ROSIE
Very nice to meet you, Wayne.
Wayne walks over and shakes Walt's hand.
MOIRA
Wayne had something he wanted to ask of you.
ROSIE
What is it, sweety?
WAYNE
Well, there's a lot of... well...
WALT
The shit hit the fan? We've been watching the news. What do you want from us?
WAYNE
We wanted to get as many heroes as we could together to figure out a way to prevent any further damage and casualties and were wondering if we could use your place for the meetings.
ROSIE
Why here?
WAYNE
Because I thought this would be a place of confidence where we could trust everybody and everybody could trust us. Everybody knows the story of Rosie the Riveter and The Dregs. But nobody knows that they still live in Blake City and own a bar.
WALT
I think the kid had a good idea, what do you think, Rosie?
ROSIE
Well, I think it's a good idea but any damage, you're paying for it.
WAYNE
I promise you will be compensated for any damages caused by my actions, one of my partners is very rich and will compensate you fully.
WALT
I like your friend already.