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Ch.1: A Single Man With Serious Money
Four panels: an aerial of an affluent town at golden hour; a sleek glass mansion on a distant hill; the mansion gate with a small moving truck arriving; and the town at dusk with lights coming on.
Four panels: a cozy lived-in house exterior; Mr. Bennet calm in his armchair with a tablet; Mrs. Bennet bursting through the door with her phone; and a close-up of her thrilled face.
Four panels of the couple: Mr. Bennet unbothered with his tablet; Mrs. Bennet leaning in eagerly; her patience cracking; and Mr. Bennet finally glancing up over his glasses with a dry smile.
Four panels: Mrs. Bennet radiant on the sofa; her phone showing a young man's profile photo; her landing the point about his wealth; and a two-shot as Mr. Bennet stays mild while she's scandalized.
Three panels: Mrs. Bennet gesturing toward the hall; Mr. Bennet feigning innocence over his glasses; and Mrs. Bennet rounding on him decisively.
Four panels: Mr. Bennet setting up a sly tease, then needling; Mrs. Bennet caught off guard and flushing; and Mrs. Bennet half-preening then catching herself.
Three panels: Mrs. Bennet blocking the tablet all business; Mr. Bennet setting the tablet down and looking at her over his glasses; and Mrs. Bennet objecting with her hands up.
Four panels: Mrs. Bennet's real grievance surfacing; Mr. Bennet unbothered and almost fond; his fondness for Lizzie breaking through; and Mrs. Bennet wounded, a hand to her temple.
Four panels: Mr. Bennet's warm mock-protest, then his dry punchline; a wide beat of the couple settling into their long-married rhythm; and Mrs. Bennet reanimated, calling toward the hallway.
Four panels: the five Bennet sisters revealed in a doorway tableau; Lydia lighting up; Lizzie's dry sidelong aside; and a final night exterior of the warm Bennet house with Netherfield lit on its hill.
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Four panels: an aerial of an affluent town at golden hour; a sleek glass mansion on a distant hill; the mansion gate with a small moving truck arriving; and the town at dusk with lights coming on.
Four panels: a cozy lived-in house exterior; Mr. Bennet calm in his armchair with a tablet; Mrs. Bennet bursting through the door with her phone; and a close-up of her thrilled face.
Four panels of the couple: Mr. Bennet unbothered with his tablet; Mrs. Bennet leaning in eagerly; her patience cracking; and Mr. Bennet finally glancing up over his glasses with a dry smile.
Four panels: Mrs. Bennet radiant on the sofa; her phone showing a young man's profile photo; her landing the point about his wealth; and a two-shot as Mr. Bennet stays mild while she's scandalized.
Three panels: Mrs. Bennet gesturing toward the hall; Mr. Bennet feigning innocence over his glasses; and Mrs. Bennet rounding on him decisively.
Four panels: Mr. Bennet setting up a sly tease, then needling; Mrs. Bennet caught off guard and flushing; and Mrs. Bennet half-preening then catching herself.
Three panels: Mrs. Bennet blocking the tablet all business; Mr. Bennet setting the tablet down and looking at her over his glasses; and Mrs. Bennet objecting with her hands up.
Four panels: Mrs. Bennet's real grievance surfacing; Mr. Bennet unbothered and almost fond; his fondness for Lizzie breaking through; and Mrs. Bennet wounded, a hand to her temple.
Four panels: Mr. Bennet's warm mock-protest, then his dry punchline; a wide beat of the couple settling into their long-married rhythm; and Mrs. Bennet reanimated, calling toward the hallway.
Four panels: the five Bennet sisters revealed in a doorway tableau; Lydia lighting up; Lizzie's dry sidelong aside; and a final night exterior of the warm Bennet house with Netherfield lit on its hill.
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Netherfield, the cool glass mansion on the hill, has finally been rented — and Mrs. Bennet has already decided one of her five daughters will marry whoever moved in. She corners her unbothered husband to demand he go make friends with the new arrival, a young, single, very rich man named Bingley. Mr. Bennet needles her with dry affection, offers to put in a good word for Lizzie, and gives his verdict that Lizzie has 'a bit more going on' than her sisters. The chapter ends by revealing the household the whole scheme is about: the five Bennet daughters — Jane, Lizzie, Lydia, Kitty and Mary — as Mrs. Bennet announces the house has a new project.

Page 1

Panel 1: A wide aerial of an affluent town at golden hour, leafy streets and handsome houses in warm amber tones. Caption: Everybody knows the rule. Panel 2: A sleek modern glass mansion sits on a distant hill, cool-toned and conspicuously larger than everything around it, catching the last light. This is Netherfield. Caption: A single man with serious money must be looking for a wife. Panel 3: The mansion gate, a small moving truck just arriving — the first sign of life at the house. Caption: Whether he knows it yet or not. Panel 4: A quiet wide shot of the town at dusk, lights coming on in the windows. Caption: And the neighbors always decide first.

Page 2

Panel 1: The camera pushes in toward one warm, lived-in house, cozier and less polished than its neighbors, a bike on the porch. Caption: He liked the evenings quiet. Panel 2: Interior of the cozy Bennet living room, warm lamplight, a little cluttered. Mr. Bennet (58, grey receding hair, brown cardigan, glasses on his forehead) sits calm in his worn armchair with a tablet and tea. Panel 3: The door bursts open and Mrs. Bennet (52, dark-brown grey-streaked hair, floral blouse, beaded necklace) sweeps in, phone clutched to her chest. Panel 4: Close on Mrs. Bennet, eyes wide, thrilled. Mrs. Bennet: Did you hear? Netherfield's finally rented!

Page 3

Panel 1: Mr. Bennet in his armchair, not looking up from the tablet, mild and unbothered. Mr. Bennet: I did not. Panel 2: Mrs. Bennet leans in over the arm of his chair, delighted, name-dropping her source. Mrs. Bennet: Mrs. Long just told me everything. Panel 3: Close on Mrs. Bennet, her smile straining, impatient, cracking first. Mrs. Bennet: Don't you want to know who's taken it? Panel 4: Close on Mr. Bennet, a faint dry half-smile, glancing up over his glasses at last. Mr. Bennet: You want to tell me. I've no objection to hearing it.

Page 4

Panel 1: Mrs. Bennet drops onto the sofa across from Mr. Bennet, leaning forward, radiant, hands flying, the tablet forgotten. Mrs. Bennet: His name's Bingley. Young. Single. Panel 2: An insert of her phone held up: a social-profile photo of a bright-smiling, friendly young man — Bingley. Panel 3: Close on Mrs. Bennet lowering the phone, eyes glittering, landing the real point. Mrs. Bennet: And he is loaded. Panel 4: A two-shot — Mr. Bennet mild in his chair on the left, Mrs. Bennet on the right, scandalized he'd even be uninterested. Mr. Bennet: How is that my business? Mrs. Bennet: How can you be so tiresome?

Page 5

Panel 1: Mrs. Bennet gestures toward the hall where the girls are, insistent and scheming. Mrs. Bennet: One of the girls could end up with him. Panel 2: Close on Mr. Bennet feigning pure innocence over his glasses, dry. Mr. Bennet: Is that his plan in moving here? To marry one of our daughters? Panel 3: Mrs. Bennet is up and rounding on him decisively, energized. Mrs. Bennet: You have to go introduce yourself the moment he's settled in.

Page 6

Panel 1: A beat panel, close on Mr. Bennet holding a sly look, setting up his tease. Mr. Bennet: Though you're as good-looking as any of them. Panel 2: Mr. Bennet, mock-thoughtful, needling. Mr. Bennet: Bingley might like you best. Panel 3: Close on Mrs. Bennet caught off guard, a hand flying to her chest, a flush of pleasure breaking through. Mrs. Bennet: Oh — flatterer. Panel 4: Mrs. Bennet half-preening despite herself, then catching herself, a touch wistful. Mrs. Bennet: A woman with five grown daughters ought to stop thinking of her own looks.

Page 7

Panel 1: A two-shot — Mrs. Bennet plants herself in front of his chair, blocking the tablet, all business. Mrs. Bennet: I'm serious. You have to go meet him. Panel 2: Close on Mr. Bennet setting the tablet down, looking at her over his glasses, weighing how much to tease. Mr. Bennet: If it means that much, I could put in a good word — for Lizzie. Panel 3: Close on Mrs. Bennet instantly objecting, offended on principle, hands up. Mrs. Bennet: Lizzie? She's not half as pretty as Jane.

Page 8

Panel 1: Close on Mrs. Bennet, the real grievance surfacing. Mrs. Bennet: You always favor her. Panel 2: Mr. Bennet, unbothered, almost fond, letting the accusation sit. Mr. Bennet: They're all silly and ignorant, like other girls. Panel 3: Close on Mr. Bennet, fondness breaking through, quiet. Mr. Bennet: But Lizzie's got a bit more going on upstairs than her sisters. Panel 4: Close on Mrs. Bennet, wounded, ignoring the compliment, a hand pressed to her temple. Mrs. Bennet: You've no consideration for my nerves.

Page 9

Panel 1: Close on Mr. Bennet, warm mock-protest, the affection underneath real. Mr. Bennet: I have the highest respect for your nerves. Panel 2: Close on Mr. Bennet, the punchline, warm and dry. Mr. Bennet: They've been my companions these twenty years. Panel 3: A wide beat two-shot — the two settling back into separate orbits, her straightening a cushion, him reaching for the tablet, a rhythm worn smooth by decades. Caption: This was the household. Panel 4: Mrs. Bennet reanimated, crossing to the hallway doorway, calling brightly off toward the rest of the house, phone up. Mrs. Bennet: Girls! You'll never guess who's moving into Netherfield—

Page 10

Panel 1: The five Bennet daughters revealed in a doorway and stairs tableau, each distinct: Jane (25, honey-blonde soft-wave hair, cream blouse and pink cardigan) serene, looking up from a book; Lizzie (23, dark-brown wavy half-up hair, olive utility jacket, freckles, raised eyebrow) mid-eye-roll but amused; Lydia (17, long dark hair, bright outfit, phone) and Kitty (19, medium-brown hair, muted trendy) crammed over a phone; Mary (21, dark ponytail, glasses, headphones round her neck, muted clothes) oblivious. Panel 2: Close on Lydia lighting up instantly. Lydia: Is he hot? Panel 3: Close on Lizzie, a flat sidelong look then a dry aside, her eyebrow up. Lizzie: She means 'is he single.' She already knows he's rich. Panel 4: A final wide exterior at night: the warm Bennet house glowing amber with family silhouettes in the window on the left; far on its hill, the cool-toned Netherfield mansion with one light now on. Caption: And just like that, the whole house had a project.

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