Following a villainous altercation gone wrong, Fred Myers, a.k.a. Boomerang, sees an opportunity to get the law off his back for good by declaring himself a newly reformed superhero! But going straight isn’t easy when you still owe a debt to the Kingpin of crime himself, Wilson Fisk! Or when you just… don’t really want to.
It’s early afternoon, and we’re in the apartment of WILLIAM BAKER, better known as FLINT “THE SANDMAN” MARKO.
SANDMAN himself fills the majority of the page, dressed in his iconic green-striped shirt with arms crossed, looking skeptically off-panel at someone.
At the bottom of the page is the issue’s title:
MR. SANDMAN, BRING ME A FIEND!
CAPTION: This guy, right?
CAPTION: He may be the Sandman, but if you ask me, the only thing about him that might put you to sleep is his backstory.
CAPTION: Is he a good guy or a bad guy?
CAPTION: Honestly, who even knows at this point?
CAPTION: I’m starting to think he just wakes up every February and checks for a shadow.
CAPTION: Let’s hope for my sake he saw it this year.
CAPTION: Or… didn’t?
CAPTION: This metaphor may have gotten away from me.
SANDMAN: Let me get this straight…
Close-up of SANDMAN.
SANDMAN: Doc Ock’s brain…
SANDMAN: … is in the Baxter Building.
Medium shot of BOOMERANG (white, brown hair, wrinkled button-up) and OVERDRIVE (black, black hair, leather jacket), standing side-by side. They are identified by small bubbles containing a boomerang and Overdrive’s custom black helmet, respectively.
Back to SANDMAN.
SANDMAN: And you want to steal it…
SANDMAN: … so you can give it to SHIELD.
Back to the pair.
OVERDRIVE: We do.
Back to SANDMAN.
SANDMAN: But we can’t tell anyone about it…
SANDMAN: … because then he’d get away.
Back to the pair. BOOMERANG puts a hand on his chin.
BOOMERANG: I mean, that’s kind of oversimplifying it…
High angle shot of all three, making BOOMERANG’S feet visible. SANDMAN leans in, scowling, pointing a finger at Boomerang’s ankle.
SANDMAN: And on top of everything…
SANDMAN: You can’t actually go in the building yourself because of your ankle monitor.
Medium shot of BOOMERANG and OVERDRIVE. Overdrive looks embarrassed. Boomerang shouts, his arms indignantly held out to the side.
BOOMERANG: Well, when you lay it all out like that, of course it sounds like a con!
Same framing. BOOMERANG seems to register what he just said and lets his arms drop, shying away from eye contact with Sandman. OVERDRIVE gives him an angry look.
Close-up of SANDMAN, his poker face made of stone. Or rather, sand.
SANDMAN: I believe you.
Medium shot of BOOMERANG and OVERDRIVE. Boomerang perks up, clearly more surprised than happy. Overdrive similarly perks up, clearly more happy than surprised.
BOOMERANG AND OVERDRIVE: You do?
CAPTION: Six more weeks of winter!
CAPTION: I decided. It’s that one.
Wide shot of the trio. SANDMAN rubs his chin.
SANDMAN: If it was anyone other than Otto, I wouldn’t.
SANDMAN: But if there’s one thing I’ve learned from working with the guy, it’s never to put anything past him.
Close-up of SANDMAN.
SANDMAN: I do have one condition.
Wide shot of OVERDRIVE and BOOMERANG. Overdrive leans forward excitedly as Boomerang holds him back with an outstretched arm across the chest.
BOOMERANG: Almost anything.
Extreme close-up of an extremely intense SANDMAN.
SANDMAN: When this is all over…
SANDMAN: Ock. Stays. Dead.
Close-up of BOOMERANG, giving his best Harold Hill smile.
BOOMERANG: Flint. C’mon. I may be a lowlife, but I’m no idiot.
BOOMERANG: I don’t want the guy back any more than you do.
Extreme close-up of BOOMERANG’S and SANDMAN’S hands, in a handshake.
CAPTION: Though of course I can’t speak for the Kingpin.
Medium shot of SANDMAN, relaxing just a bit and moving into assessment mode.
SANDMAN: So who else is in on this?
Medium shot of BOOMERANG and OVERDRIVE. Boomerang gestures back and forth.
BOOMERANG: Right now? Just us.
BOOMERANG: You, me, and…
Wide shot of all three. BOOMERANG gestures hopefully at OVERDRIVE as he steps forward, hand outstretched.
CAPTION: That’s right, tell him your name. Starts with a…
Medium shot of OVERDRIVE and SANDMAN. Overdrive enthusiastically shakes Sandman’s hand, clutching the latter’s hand in both of his.
OVERDRIVE: It’s an honor. Really.
Medium shot of OVERDRIVE. He looks hopefully off-panel at Sandman.
OVERDRIVE: I know this is awkward, because we just met, but…
OVERDRIVE: I’ve always wanted to know something about you.
Close-up of a slightly perplexed SANDMAN.
Medium shot of OVERDRIVE, all the shyness gone and replaced by excitement. He gestures with his hands, palms out, fingers spread.
OVERDRIVE: When you want to change your clothes, do you, like… put new clothes on over the stripey shirt?
OVERDRIVE: Or do you just make the sand look different?
OVERDRIVE: Can you even take the stripey shirt off? Like, do you consider yourself ‘naked’ right now?
Two-shot of BOOMERANG and SANDMAN, both looking off-panel at Overdrive. Sandman cocks an eyebrow while Boomerang stares at him with a mix of scorn and embarrassment.
Same framing. BOOMERANG turns his attention to SANDMAN.
BOOMERANG: He’ll be waiting in the car.
Close-up of SANDMAN, turning the cocked eyebrow on Boomerang.
SANDMAN: So what you’re saying is that I’m going in alone.
Two-shot of BOOMERANG and SANDMAN.
BOOMERANG: I know it’s not ideal.
SANDMAN: It’s not possible.
Medium shot of SANDMAN, counting off items on his fingers.
SANDMAN: This is the Baxter Building.
SANDMAN: They’ve got cameras, sensors, scanners, automated defense systems…
SANDMAN: Big wooden mallets on robot arms…
Close-up of BOOMERANG scowling.
BOOMERANG: Okay, I get it!
BOOMERANG: We need a tech guy.
Two-shot of BOOMERANG and OVERDRIVE. The former looks over at the latter, who sheepishly shrugs.
BOOMERANG: I don’t suppose you’ve got a few electrical engineering degrees I don’t know about?
OVERDRIVE: I was an Anthropology major.
BOOMERANG: That sounds about right.
Medium shot of SANDMAN, thinking.
SANDMAN: This can’t be just anyone, either.
SANDMAN: It’s got to be someone with enough of a conscience to take the job.
Medium shot of BOOMERANG, nodding absent-mindedly.
BOOMERANG: But not so much of a conscience that they’ll rat us out.
Close-up of SANDMAN, thinking harder.
SANDMAN: I might actually know a guy — from my Wild Pack days.
SANDMAN: Haven’t talked to him in a while, but I think he’ll do it if it’s me asking.
Wide shot of the trio. BOOMERANG points at SANDMAN as he heads for the door.
BOOMERANG: Well then ask.
BOOMERANG: Because the clock’s ticking.
SANDMAN: I’ll see what I can do.
Wide shot. BOOMERANG and a reluctant-to-leave OVERDRIVE are at the door. SANDMAN calls after them.
SANDMAN: You might want a Plan B, just in case.
Close-up of BOOMERANG, turning back over his shoulder.
Close-up of BOOMERANG. He cockily puts a finger to his temple.
BOOMERANG: I’m already up to Plan F.
Close-up of SANDMAN, clearly unamused and most likely wondering what he’s gotten himself into.
Outside on a Manhattan street. OVERDRIVE seems about to burst as he releases all the excitement he had been trying (and mostly failing) to repress. BOOMERANG shakes some sand out of his shoes.
OVERDRIVE: Oh my God!
OVERDRIVE: That was the SANDMAN!!
OVERDRIVE turns to BOOMERANG as the latter puts his shoes back on.
OVERDRIVE: I am freaking out right now.
Boomerang’s POV. OVERDRIVE holds one spread-out hand in his partner’s face, pointing at it with the other.
OVERDRIVE: Look look look! He left a few grains on my hand!
Two-shot of the pair. OVERDRIVE has turned away from BOOMERANG and is looking closely at his hand. Boomerang crosses his arms.
OVERDRIVE: I need a little baggie or something…
BOOMERANG: I don’t remember you acting like this the first time we met.
OVERDRIVE looks up, his eyes wide, as if he’s been caught.
OVERDRIVE glances hesitantly at BOOMERANG.
Two-shot. OVERDRIVE bolts off-panel as BOOMERANG rolls his eyes.
OVERDRIVE: Oh, hey, check it out! Katz’s!
Extreme wide shot. OVERDRIVE runs into the deli while BOOMERANG starts to follow him.
CAPTION: Friggin’ Sandman.
CAPTION: You know what it is?
CAPTION: No one appreciates an honest-to-goodness villain anymore.
At the door of Katz’s, BOOMERANG stops to open his wallet. A moth flies out.
CAPTION: The ones who make a life of this.
CAPTION: Maybe even have an air of respectability to them.
CAPTION: ‘No hard feelings.’ ‘It’s just business.’ That sort of thing.
BOOMERANG walks past a man polishing the hood of his car, on which he has emblazoned a Punisher skull.
CAPTION: They’re just not popular.
CAPTION: It all has to be about anti-heroes now.
CAPTION: But what’s an anti-hero, really?
CAPTION: Just an ***hole that beats up people who happen to deserve it.
Wide shot. A MAN with a gun bursts through the door of a bodega, the owner leaning out the door after him.
CAPTION: Everyone thinks the nice man is here to solve all their problems.
CAPTION: But at the end of they day, they’ve just got anger issues.
WOMAN: Stop! Theif!
The ROBBER sprints past BOOMERANG, who pivots out of his way.
Extreme close-up. BOOMERANG’S HAND lifts up his shirt, fingering a boomerang tucked into the back of his pants.
Same close-up. Boomerang allows his shirt to drop back down.
CAPTION: I tend not to worry about other people’s problems.
BOOMERANG puts his hands back in his pockets and heads down the street, the ROBBER running the opposite way in the background. The owner of the Punisher car cowers in fear as the criminal passes by him.
Back at Katz’s, OVERDRIVE pokes his head out the door, looking for his friend.
CAPTION: After all..
Boomerang’s apartment. OVERDRIVE sits in a ratty armchair across from BOOMERANG himself, who sits on a ratty couch. Next to Boomerang is a THIRD MAN, dressed neatly, his face concealed by a copy of the Daily Bugle. The headline reads: “Mysterious Planet Nearly Devours Earth! Traffic Delays Reported.”
CAPTION: I’ve got enough problems of my own.
OVERDRIVE: So do you think his contact got back to him?
BOOMERANG: I don’t know.
OVERDRIVE: Who do you think it is?
BOOMERANG: I don’t know.
OVERDRIVE: What if it’s Microchip?
BOOMERANG: Who the **** is Microchip?
BOOMERANG hoists himself off the couch following a knock at the door.
SOUND EFFECT: *Knock knock knock!*
CAPTION: Thank God.
With his doorframe still a splintered mess, BOOMERANG gets down on one knee to open the door by untying a string wrapped around his doorknob. The other end of the string is tied to the refrigerator.
BOOMERANG opens the door to greet SANDMAN. His bulk fills most of the doorway, but a YOUNG BLACK MAN carrying an odd skateboard can be seen over his shoulder. The man wears a red jacket over a yellow tee.
BOOMERANG: Took you long enough.
SANDMAN: Good to see you, too.
The stairwell of the apartment building. As his guests enter, BOOMERANG peeks his head out into the passage, glancing back and forth.
Same framing. Boomerang hastily shuts the door behind him.
SOUND EFFECT: *Slam!*
Wide shot. BOOMERANG shakes the hand of SANDMAN’S CONTACT, who sets his odd skateboard down as SANDMAN makes the introductions.
BOOMERANG: I take it you found your guy.
SANDMAN: This is Robert Farrell.
ROCKET RACER: I also go by Rocket Racer. Hey.
Close-up of the MAN on the couch, still behind his newspaper.
The newspaper comes down from in front of his face, displaying a shocked and outraged expression. He’s white, middle-aged with dark graying hair, and wears glasses.
BIG panel. Extreme close-up of the man (none other than JACKSON WHEELE, a.k.a. BIG WHEEL) on the verge of flying into a blind rage.
BIG WHEEL: YOU!?!
Close-up of ROCKET RACER, who, by contrast, shows nothing more than mild surprise.
ROCKET RACER: Oh, ****! Jackson Wheele?
ROCKET RACER: Long time no see, man!
BIG WHEEL approaches ROCKET RACER, pointing a finger in his face. Rocket Racer holds up his hands in a peacemaking gesture as SANDMAN looks on.
BIG WHEEL: What the hell do you think you’re doing here!
ROCKET RACER: Easy, Big Wheel.
ROCKET RACER: William told me about a job. That’s all.
Another close-up of the apoplectic BIG WHEEL.
BIG WHEEL: You do NOT get to call me Big Wheel!!
BOOMERANG comes between ROCKET RACER and BIG WHEEL, pushing them apart.
BOOMERANG: So I take it you two already know each other.
BIG WHEEL turns on BOOMERANG.
BIG WHEEL: Know each other!?
Close-up of BIG WHEEL.
BIG WHEEL: This is the man who ruined my life!
BIG WHEEL: He blackmailed me!
BIG WHEEL: He humiliated me!
BIG WHEEL: He’s the reason I became the Big Wheel in the first place!
Close-up of BOOMERANG, mildly interested but certainly not sympathetic.
BOOMERANG: Small world.
Two-shot of BIG WHEEL and BOOMERANG.
BIG WHEEL: I will NOT work with him. I refuse!
OVERDRIVE steps into the picture to try calming BIG WHEEL down.
OVERDRIVE: Cool it, pops. Let’s just talk this out.
BIG WHEEL: “Pops?” Who are you calling —
BIG WHEEL: Hold on.
BIG WHEEL squints suspiciously at OVERDRIVE.
BIG WHEEL: That nickname. Your voice…
BIG WHEEL looks at the table beside the door where Overdrive has left his helmet.
Two shot of a still-furious BIG WHEEL, now sticking his finger in OVERDRIVE’S face.
BIG WHEEL: I know you, too!
BIG WHEEL: YOU STOLE MY BIG WHEEL!!
Two-shot of a recoiling OVERDRIVE, briefly dredging up a memory, and BOOMERANG, biting his finger in an attempt not to laugh.
OVERDRIVE: Oh. Yeah.
CAPTION: Really small world, apparently.
Close-up of BIG WHEEL, his anger dying down and being replaced with a look of genuine betrayal.
BIG WHEEL: For God’s sake, Frederick, why would you ask me here? Why would you ever associate with these kinds of people!?
Wide shot of Boomerang’s ruined kitchen. BIG WHEEL is on the left, BOOMERANG and OVERDRIVE are in the center, and SANDMAN is visible hanging back in the corner.
ROCKET RACER (OFF-PANEL): Can I just ask —
Medium shot of ROCKET RACER pointing off-panel.
ROCKET RACER: And I promise I don’t mean any offense by this —
ROCKET RACER: But what the hell IS he doing here?
Medium shot of BOOMERANG, rubbing the back of his head.
BOOMERANG: He was my Plan B.
Medium shot of BIG WHEEL, looking hurt.
BIG WHEEL: I was what!?
Same framing. BIG WHEEL breathes deeply and holds his fingers in a meditative circle shape.
BIG WHEEL: No, it’s okay. I’m calm. I’m calm.
BOOMERANG gestures over his shoulder at BIG WHEEL, who paces in the background.
BOOMERANG: He was the only one who gave me his info at Vil-Anon.
BIG WHEEL: I am bad, and that’s good…
BOOMERANG: But we can still use him!
Two-shot of BOOMERANG and SANDMAN, as BIG WHEEL continues pacing behind them.
SANDMAN: Use him for what?
BIG WHEEL: I will never be good, and that’s not bad…
BOOMERANG: To round out the numbers, for one thing.
Close-up of SANDMAN, getting frustrated.
SANDMAN: Round out the numbers…
SANDMAN: For what?
Close-up of BOOMERANG yelling.
BOOMERANG: Well, you can’t have a Sinister Six with only four people!
SANDMAN takes a second to process this…
… and yells back.
SANDMAN: You can’t have a Sinister Six with only five people!
BOOMERANG throws his head back and his arms up.
BOOMERANG: Oh my God, for the last time, YES, you can!
BOOMERANG: Overdrive, please!
OVERDRIVE, back in his seat, recites his ‘lines’ in a deadpan fashion. He holds his hands up in a defensive posture.
OVERDRIVE: ‘Oh no, it’s the Sinister Six.’
OVERDRIVE: ‘But wait. There’s only five of them.’
OVERDRIVE mimes an exaggerated shrug, looking back and forth.
OVERDRIVE: ‘Where’s the sixth one?’
OVERDRIVE: ‘Who’s the sixth one?’
He holds his hands to his cheeks in mock fear, his face still expressionless.
OVERDRIVE: ‘It could be anyone.’
OVERDRIVE: ‘It could be Dormammu.’
A satisfied BOOMERANG gestures in Overdrive’s direction.
BOOMERANG: Thank you.
BOOMERANG: You try that with four people, they’ll call your bluff in a second.
Close-up. SANDMAN grits his teeth and pinches the bridge of his nose.
SANDMAN: Why are we the Sinister Six…
He gestures with a double ‘chopping’ motion.
SANDMAN: AT ALL!?
Medium shot of BOOMERANG.
BOOMERANG: Because branding is important, okay?
BOOMERANG: And it’s not like there’s a name for a team of four villains.
Close-up of SANDMAN, clearly trying to choose his next words carefully.
Same framing. SANDMAN sighs, deciding it’s not worth it.
CAPTION: Okay, I’ll admit it.
CAPTION: That was just to piss him off.
Two-shot of ROCKET RACER and BIG WHEEL.
ROCKET RACER: Why can’t we just be the Outlaws again?
BIG WHEEL: Or the Thunderbolts?
BOOMERANG turns on BIG WHEEL with almost as much ferocity as Big Wheel had turned on Rocket Racer.
BOOMERANG: WE ARE NOT THE THUNDERBOLTS!
BOOMERANG: WE WILL NEVER BE THE THUNDERBOLTS!
Medium shot of BIG WHEEL, calm, with his hands up at chest level.
BIG WHEEL: I understand that aggression was not meant for me, and I forgive you for it.
Medium shot of a frustrated SANDMAN.
SANDMAN: The name isn’t important!
SANDMAN: Can we please talk about the job?
BOOMERANG stoops to re-tie the string around the doorknob, looking back over his shoulder.
BOOMERANG: Thank you, Flint.
CAPTION: Sinister Six, it is.
The same crudely drawn art style used in previous issues for flashbacks. This time, we’re looking at a blueprint-esque cross-section of the Baxter Building, taking up most of the page. At the top of the building, the FANTASTIC FOUR are huddled together and waving. Padlocks and chains are superimposed all over various rooms and doors of this area.
(The text box containing Boomerang’s dialogue is colored differently and denoted with a boomerang, to differentiate it from regular captions.)
BOOMERANG (OFF-PANEL): The top five floors of the Baxter Building are arguably the most secure area in all of New York City.
We move down the building to a less secure floor, helpfully marked by an arrow.
BOOMERANG (OFF-PANEL): Luckily for us, Parker Industries is currently located on the 29th floor, an area that is, at least theoretically, accessible to the public.
Down even further in the lobby, a figure stands at the front desk, holding a disproportionately large key card above her head. Three elevator shafts nearby are marked with three red arrows going up different distances.
BOOMERANG (OFF-PANEL): Checking in at the front desk gets you a key card, which will take the elevator up as high as you need to go.
To the right of those elevator shafts are three others, in which three more arrows, starting at different heights, converge at the bottom of the blueprint.
BOOMERANG (OFF-PANEL): Get on the elevator anywhere other than the ground floor, and it’s a straight shot back down to the lobby.
Wide shot of Boomerang’s apartment. BOOMERANG uses a boomerang as a pointer and stands next to an easel and pad on which all of this has been drawn. SANDMAN, OVERDRIVE, and ROCKET RACER sit on the couch across from him. BIG WHEEL occupies the armchair.
ROCKET RACER: So I just hack the elevator.
ROCKET RACER: That’s easy enough.
Medium shot of BOOMERANG.
BOOMERANG: I’m sure it would be, my rocket-boarding friend.
BOOMERANG: But even that won’t be necessary, given the ace up our sleeves.
Medium shot of BIG WHEEL.
BIG WHEEL: Oh, right.
BIG WHEEL: I’m a shareholder of Parker Industries.
BIG WHEEL: I bought 5% of their stock back when they were endorsing Spider-Man.
BIG WHEEL: Seemed like a good investment at the time.
BOOMERANG smiles smugly, arms crossed.
BOOMERANG: Told you we could use him.
OVERDRIVE and ROCKET RACER sit nearly slack-jawed. SANDMAN holds up a finger.
SANDMAN: So that means…
BOOMERANG spreads his arms wide.
BOOMERANG: It’s barely a heist at all!
Back to the more crude drawing style for the rest of the page. Here, BIG WHEEL, a Groucho-Glasses-wearing SANDMAN, and ROCKET RACER board the elevator (a red arrow showing their progress up the shaft) as a handful of figures in lab coats step out of the office.
BOOMERANG (OFF-PANEL): Wheele gets you into the elevator and we wait for the staff to leave for lunch…
SANDMAN slides under the door in sand form as ROCKET RACER shoots at security cameras with some cartoonish electrical bolts from his wrists.
BOOMERANG (OFF-PANEL): Flint breaks in, Robert disables the cameras…
SANDMAN and ROCKET RACER run back to the elevator, triumphantly holding an Octobot above their heads, while BIG WHEEL locks the door behind them.
BOOMERANG (OFF-PANEL): We take what we need, put everything back the way we found it, and nobody has to know we were even there!
Out on the street, BOOMERANG and OVERDRIVE stand around a toy car. (The text box for Overdrive’s dialogue is denoted by his helmet.)
OVERDRIVE (OFF-PANEL): And I get the getaway car!
BOOMERANG (OFF-PANEL): Yes, Overdrive, you get the getaway car.
OVERDRIVE shoots stars from his fingertips as the car balloons in size to a full-scale A-Team van.
CAPTION: Wait, did I not tell you that’s what he can do?
CAPTION: Ah, ****, that means you spent a whole month thinking I was afraid of some dinky little Hot Wheels toy.
CAPTION: Oh well. I’ve lived down worse.
Medium shot of SANDMAN, begrudgingly impressed.
SANDMAN: That’s… actually pretty good.
SANDMAN: Small problem.
Same framing. SANDMAN holds up his arm, letting it disintegrate into sand.
SANDMAN: Even if we wear disguises, there are full body scanners at the front door. Somebody’s going to notice that I’ve got no bones.
Medium shot of BOOMERANG.
CAPTION: Cool. Thanks. I really wanted sand all the way down between my couch cushions.
BOOMERANG: I’m glad you brought that up, Flint. Because as it happens —
SOUND EFFECT: *Knock knock knock knock!*
Close-up. BOOMERANG’S eyes widen.
BOOMERANG: Please tell me you ordered food.
Reverse shot of the group. OVERDRIVE holds up his hands in innocence. SANDMAN and ROCKET RACER shake their heads. BIG WHEEL shrugs.
Wide shot. BOOMERANG makes his way to the door, turning back to ‘shush’ the rest of the group.
BOOMERANG peers through the peephole.
Boomerang’s POV. Through the peephole’s fisheye lens, we see the distorted shape of MACH-VII waiting outside the door.
CAPTION: You know what? I take it all back.
CAPTION: Being popular is overrated.