The Crow: City of Angels Page #10

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EXT. SPIDER MONKEY'S WAREHOUSE LAB - NIGHT

The demolished building is still burning strong. Curve arrives

on the scene, dismounting his motorcycle.

CLOSE ON CURVE:

as he studies the shattered glass which litters the asphalt.

The fire is reflected in the fragments. With a growing sense

of dread, Curve looks from the glass to the tattoo on his chest.

He touches the Crow tattoo.

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Now we see that the glass shards have fallen in an array that

is anything but random. The shards have taken the shape of a

large crow.

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THE CROW:

flys past a line of palm trees which burst into flames.

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INT. JUDAH'S TOWER, CAMPANILE - NIGHT

TWO ZIPPER-MASKED WOMEN are frolicking on a bed, acting out an

elaborate bondage fantasy. Pull back to include...

A VIDEO CAMERA:

recording the pornographic act for posterity. Pull further back

to include...

JUDAH:

lounging on a couch a few dozen yards away, watching the women

on four video monitors, detached and twice removed from the sex

play.

CURVE:

enters from out of the shadows. Judah looks up to him.

CURVE:

Bad news.

JUDAH:

Illuminate me.

CURVE:

Someone torched the lab on Manchester. Spider Monkey's a f***ing

crispy critter.

JUDAH:

Monkey I could care less about. What about our merchandise?

CURVE:

A total loss.

SIBYL (O.S.)

He left a sign, didn't he?

Judah looks to Sibyl who is standing nearby.

CURVE:

(rising, uneasy)

I don't know what you're talking about.

SIBYL:

Yes you do. You've seen it.

Sibyl points an accusing finger at Curve's chest.

SIBYL:

You've been marked.

CURVE:

(even more agitated)

Jesus Christ, Judah, why the f*** to you listen to her?!

JUDAH:

Because she speaks the truth.

Judah rises swiftly from his chair. He snags a handful of Curve's

shirt and rips it open, revealing the Crow tattoo.

JUDAH:

What's this, Curve? A beauty mark?

SIBYL:

Your enemy wears the mask of the Crow. The bird of ill-omen.

CLOSE ON Judah as the words sink in. He strides across the floor,

sweeping aside one of the curtains surrounding the camera obscura.

JUDAH:

The Crow. Death's avatar. I've heard the legends.

JUDAH:

looks down at a view of the seething landscape.

JUDAH:

Let him come, then.

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EXT. PEEP-O-RAMA PORN SHOP - NIGHT

The Peep-O-Rama occupies an old Japanese movie house. A geisha-girl

sign flashes over the marquee. Beneath that is a blinking neon

eye which opens and closes. Other signs offer enticements like

"ONLY 25 CENTS A PEEP!" and "REAL GIRLS WORKING THEIR WAY THROUGH

COLLEGE!"

As Nemo approaches, a laconic HINDU with a throat microphone

sits outside, reciting his tired schpiel.

HINDU:

Tokens for the buddy booths, live girls. Tokens for the buddy

booths, live girls...

Nemo hands the Hindu a twenty.

INT. BUDDY BOOTH - NIGHT

Nemo enters a cramped booth, clutching a handful of tokens embossed

with the Peep-O-Rama eye logo on them. There's a seat, a box

of Kleenex, a phone, and a grimy Plexiglas window with a metal

shutter over it.

Nemo starts popping tokens into the slot next to the window,

pockets the rest of them.

With a WHIR the metal shutter rises, revealing a WOMAN in a garter-belt

get-up perched on a stool. In a forgiving light, she might even

be beautiful.

An LED display starts counting down from sixty - the seconds

remaining on the metered shutter. Nemo picks up the receiver.

NEMO:

You got a name?

WOMAN:

Holly Daze. Do you want me, baby?

NEMO:

I need to see some sugar.

Holly shrugs out of her bra, plants her scuffed-up high heels

on either side of the window, runs her hands up and down her

body, utters some tired-ass MOANS.

NEMO:

Right on, sister...

Nemo unbuckles his belt, drops his drawers...

HOLLY:

(eyeing his endowment)

Mmmm. Is that for me?

NEMO:

Yeah, we're gonna celebrate Christmas a little early this year.

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