The Crow: City of Angels Page #15

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Kali moves it towards his face.

CLOSE ON THE NEEDLE

a vibrating blur just a few centimeters from Noah's blinking

eye. Noah tries to shut his eyes. Kali forces an eye open with

the thumb and forefinger of her other hand.

BACK TO SCENE:

KALI:

Last chance, "love".

NOAH:

(DEFIANT)

Get bent, you dried-up b*tch.

From behind, we see Kali lower the vibrating needle towards Noah's

eye. His SHRILL SCREAMS split the night as we...

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EXT. GRAY GARGOYLE TATTOO SHOP - NIGHT

Curve and Kali are leaving the shop. Suddenly Curve clutches

at his chest, wincing in pain. He opens his coat, looks down

at his chest...

THE CROW TATTOO:

is dripping blood from its beak and talons.

Curve staggers back, horrified. Kali is watching him.

CURVE:

No...no...

KALI:

What is it?

But Curve isn't listening. He leaps onto his motorcycle and hits

the ignition. He takes off with a ROAR...

KALI:

Curve!

It's no good. Curve is long gone.

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NOTE:
The following scene appears here in the script, but in

the film it appears in Chapter 12.

INT. SECOND COMING FETISH CLUB - NIGHT

Curve makes his way to the bar. He rips open a glassine bag of

Trinity and vacuum snorts it. His eyes roll up in his head as

the chemicals flow. Another wave of pain washes over him. Curve

claws at his chest, falls against the bar...

CURVE:

...goawaygoawaygoawaygoaway...

TIME SLOWS TO A CRAWL

The MUSIC fades to a muted echo of distant WAR DRUMS. As a feeling

of inexorable doom settles over him, Curve lifts his head and

sees...

ASHE:

reflected in the bar mirror, materializing out of the narcotic

haze. He's wading through the ocean of bodies. In his face paint

and black leather Ashe looks like he's just another part of the

twisted scene. people are stroking him, brushing up against him

- like they can leech off some of his morbid angel charisma.

Ashe lifts his hand - he's clutching House o' Peep Zeke's sawed-off

shotgun.

Curve DIVES to the floor as Ashe's shotgun blast shatters the

bar mirror, taking out his own reflection. Curve rolls, climbs

to his feet, starts running...

The Samoan bartender grabs a semi-auto pistol, opens up on Ashe.

Now some of the other ARMED DOORMEN are FIRING too...

...but Ashe keeps on coming, trudging through the HAIL OF GUNFIRE.

Bullets are EXPLODING over his body at an insane rate. Ashe is

a human roman candle. Nothing is going to stop him from reaching

Curve, nothing.

The Samoan stops firing. He takes one look at Ashe, who's still

coming at them...

F*** this. He turns tail and run.

EXT. SECOND COMING FETISH CLUB - NIGHT

Curve comes storming out the back door like a bat out of Hell.

He takes the rear stairs three at a time, spilling into a couple

of back-alley JUNKIES. He stumbles into a pile of garbage, scatters

some rats...

Curve makes for his bike, which is parked nearby. He fumbles

with the key, hits the starter switch...

Ashe comes flying off from a second story fire escape, landing

atop a car roof on all fours, popping the windows.

ASHE:

Time's up, Curve.

CURVE:

F*** you, bird-dick!

Curve jerks his bike towards the street and guns it...

EXT. STREET - NIGHT

Curve zooms by a bridal shop-sees his own reflection in the window.

EXT. STREET - NIGHT

Curve SHRIEKS, turns into the Alley, tachometer red-lining. He

glances behind him...The crow flies by.

THE CROW:

plunges down from the night sky, wings flapping madly, quickly

gaining on Curve like the breath of death.

EXT. CITY STREETS - NIGHT

Ashe, in a dream-like state, races along.

EXT. OVERPASS - NIGHT

Curve leans in low, trying to urge his bike on by will-power

alone. He races by a warehouse, veering off the road onto the

railroad tracks.

UP ABOVE,

Ashe appears on the overpass, riding on his own motorcycle, matching

Curve's speed.

THE CROW:

soars higher for a bird's eye view, tracking Curve's progress

as it sweeps past chimneys, swerves around billboards, ducks

under laundry lines...

ON ASHE:

as he ROCKETS along the overpass. The Crow lands on his shoulder.

Ahead is a break in the guard rail. Ashe cuts sharply to the

right, taking the motorcycle airborne through the break in the

rail and...

ASHE:

...lands on the surface street some thirty feet below! Ashe is

now just behind Curve.

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INT. SARAH'S LOFT - NIGHT

Sarah is back at work on the painting of the woman being cradled

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