The Crow: City of Angels Page #9

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gets gored.

Suddenly the power in the lab goes out, the TV screen sputters

and goes dark.

SPIDER MONKEY:

Ono!

ASHE (O.S.)

'My mother was accursed the night she bore me and I am faint

with envy of all the dead'.

Spider Monkey whirls around, startled. Ashe is sitting cross-legged

on one of the tables, grinning like a black leather Buddha.

ASHE:

Tell me, Monkey. Does the corpse have a familiar face?

SPIDER MONKEY:

Who the f*** are you?

ASHE:

You have to learn to look beyond the mask.

Ashe jumps down from the table, walking into the light. Spider

Monkey's eyes widen in recognition.

SPIDER MONKEY:

No way, man...we put you under...you and that little snot-nosed

kid...

Ashe dips his hand into one of the 50-gallon drums. He blows

a handful of the Trinity dust at Spider Monkey. Spider Monkey,

terminally spooked, reaches back to the counter behind him, searching

for something...

ASHE:

Looking for this?

Ashe holds up a pistol and puts it to his head.

ASHE:

(an evil grin)

Don't try this at home, kids.

BOOM! ASHE

puts a bullet through his own forehead. His head snaps backward

and his body collapses onto the floor. Spider Monkey creeps forward

toward Ashe's body...

ASHE:

springs from the ground, SLAMMING Spider Monkey against a table

of chemicals. Bottles SHATTER on the floor, spilling their toxic

contents.

SPIDER MONKEY:

What are you?! What the f*** are you?!

Ashe leans in so he's eye to eye with Spider Monkey.

ASHE:

I wasn't sure at first. Now I know. I'm the boiling man, Monkey.

I'm the plague of Darkness and the death of the first-born. All

your nightmares rolled into one.

Ashe removes a wooden match from his inside coat pocket. He scrapes

his thumb-nail over the head, igniting it.

SPIDER MONKEY:

Whoa...this sh*t's flammable! Look, look, what do you want?

ASHE:

The others. Who are they?

SPIDER MONKEY:

Nemo. Kali. Judah. And Curve.

ASHE:

I'll start with Nemo, then work my way up the food chain. Where

is he?

SPIDER MONKEY:

Nemo? Nemo's an old gash-hound. He hangs out at the Peep-O-Rama

on Deacon Street!

WHOOSH! Ashe blows the match out.

ASHE:

Congratulations, monkey. You just bought yourself a fighting

chance.

Ashe reaches into his coat pocket, pulling out a deck of cards.

He fans them out, points...

ASHE:

Pick a card, monkey.

Spider Monkey slowly extends his hand, half-expecting Ashe to

pounce on him. He pulls a card out.

Spider Monkey tosses the card down, face up. He's got the Jack

of Hearts. he smiles tentatively. Ashe pulls out a card of his

own and flips it around - the King of Clubs.

ASHE:

Lady Luck's a b*tch.

Ashe produces another wooden match.

SPIDER MONKEY:

Aw, Jesus, c'mon, man!

ASHE:

You're wasting your breath, angelito. Nobody's up there listening.

CLOSE ON MATCH:

as Ashe scrapes his thumb-nail over the head...

EXT. SPIDER MONKEY'S WAREHOUSE LAB - NIGHT

An EXPLOSION rips through the front of the lab, spilling roiling

CLOUDS OF FIRE out into the street. The blackened windows SHATTER

OUTWARDS in a HAIL STORM OF GLASS... ASHE

emerges from the raging conflagration, walking right through

the flames, indifferent to the heat. A flurry of the tiny glassine

drug bags swirl around him like snow.

THE CROW:

spirals down from a telephone wire, landing atop the handlebars

of Ashe's motorcycle.

ASHE:

lifts his head to the night sky, laughing. His clothes are still

smoking.

CUT TO:

INT. GRAY GARGOYLE - NIGHT

Sarah is working at one of the drawing tables. Noah is mixing

pigments.

SARAH'S SKETCH PAD

She's working on a rendering of Ashe. She sits back...

SARAH:

...and all the world will be in love with night...

SARAH STARES AT THE DRAWING.

SARAH:

Do you believe in fate, Noah?

NOAH:

(CONSIDERING)

Seeems to me it's more a question of fate believing in you.

Sarah rises, reaching for her bag. As she heads for the exit,

Noah reaches for the sketch. He smoothes it out, studies the

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