The Crow: City of Angels Page #4

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NOAH:

(calling out)

Sorry, we're closed.

CURVE:

appears outside. He POUNDS harder on the door.

CURVE:

Open the f***ing door!

NOAH:

stands, moves to the door.

NOAH:

Look, I said we're...

BANG! Curve kicks open the door and storms in. He PUNCHES Noah

in the nose, then heads straight for Sarah.

CURVE:

You think what you did to me is funny? Some kind of joke?

SARAH:

What are you talking about?!

CURVE:

I'm talking about the f***ing tattoo you gave me! I took off

the bandages. Look...!!!

Curve rips open his shirt, revealing his chest.

CURVE'S TATTOO

It's a crow, rendered in bold slashes of black. Or is it? Upon

closer examination the crow looks like something else - two demons

fighting. The design is a classic ambiguous figure - like the

picture of the woman in front of a vanity which can also be seen

as a skull.

SARAH:

A crow...

Damn right, it's a crow. And did I ask for a f***ing bird on

my chest? Did I?!

Sarah shakes her head.

CURVE:

Then what-the-f*** is it doing there?!

SARAH:

I don't know, I was just going from the design you gave me...

SMACK! Curve backhands Sarah across the face. Noah rushes forward,

blood still running from his nose.

NOAH:

Stop it!

Curve pulls an automatic from his waist-band and points the gun

at Noah. Noah freezes...

CURVE:

What's it going to be, hero? Ready to kiss your f*ggot-ass good-bye?

I think so. I think you're shitting yourself you're so goddamn

ready.

Curve snaps open an imp bag of his favorite drug, snorts up the

contents. He presses the gun against Noah's forehead.

SARAH (O.S.)

Over here, ass-hole...

As Curve turns, Sarah squeezes a bottle of tattoo ink into the

killer's eyes, blinding him.

CURVE:

Agh!!! SH*T!!!

Sarah plants one of her Doc Marten boots in Curve's groin. He

SCREAMS, doubles over. Sarah pulls the automatic from his grasp

and trains it on him.

SARAH:

Get up.

Curve cups his balls, slowly rises. His eyes are glowing with

manic intensity. A slow smile creeps across Curve's face. He

backs away towards the front door.

CURVE:

Shoulda killed me while you had the chance, sugarplum. Be seeing

you.

Curve smashes his fist into the neon sign, then ducks out thedoor.

Moments later we hear his motorcycle ROAR to life. He takes off,

ENGINE SCREAMING away into the night.

Sarah lowers the gun, takes a deep breath, looks to Noah.

SARAH:

You okay?

Noah wipes his bloody nose, looks to the floor where Curve discarded

the drug sachet, shakes his head in disgust.

NOAH:

F*** me, wonder what they'll be snorting next?

Sarah shakes her head, at wits end.

SARAH:

I just can't do this anymore... I'm so tired of this.

Noah pulls Sarah toward him, gives her a big hug.

NOAH:

Easy there, luv. It'll all work out.

EXT. GRAY GARGOYLE, - NIGHT

Sarah, still clutching Curve's gun, hurries to her Galaxy 500

which is parked along the nearby train tracks.

INT. SARAH'S GALAXY - NIGHT

Sarah moves behind the wheel, dumps the gun on the seat, and

rests her head in her hands. As Sarah raises her head...

SARAH'S POV (THROUGH WINDSHIELD)

The Crow is perched on the hood of her car. Sarah HONKS her horn

in frustration. The Crow doesn't move.

EXT. GRAY GARGOYLE, ALLEYWAY - NIGHT

Sarah rushes out of her car, screaming at the bird.

SARAH:

Get out of here! Go!!!

Sarah FIRES a wild shot into the sky. The Crow files off into

the night. Sarah collapses against the hood of her Galaxy and

starts to cry.

CUT TO:

EXT. CITYSCAPE - NIGHT

The Crow soars away from the Gargoyle, toward the beckoning lights

of Downtown. In the distance, a flashing "JESUS SAVES" sign draws

our attention to a monolithic tower.

EXT. JUDAH'S TOWER, CAMPANILE - NIGHT

The Crow makes its way towards the decaying tower, which is crowned

by a weather-worn campanile. The campanile is a complex arabesque

of rusted iron scrollwork, like something Antonio Gaudi conjured

up from an art nouveau fever-dream.

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