The Crow
- R
- Year:
- 1994
- 102 min
- 1,418 Views
FADE IN:
EXT. CEMETERY - LATE
AFTERNOON:
BOOM! A crack of lightning illuminates the silhouette of a
perched crow large in the f.g.
As a spade
smooths the walls of a new double-decker plot.
DIMITRI (O.S.)
We're losing the light; let's pack it in.
ANGLE - DIMITRI AND ALEXI TWO GRAVEDIGGERS.
Scoop digger parked f.g. towering gothic-style
church b.g. Rolls of astro turf. They look up toward the sky.
ALEXI:
Snow, maybe?
DIMITRI:
What, you gonna ski on this?
He indicates the mound
of fresh dirt. Spits into the grave.
DIMITRI (CONT'D)
Come on, let's bag this. It's
beer time.
Alexi nods and unfurls the tarp over the
dirt.
LOW ANGLE TRACKING SHOT - FLOWERS ON GRAVES
As we MOVE alongside
a pair of canvas-sided combat boots, as the
wearer collects the most
lively flowers from each grave in
sequence.
Cemetery DEFOCUSED b.g. Large, glossy-black, the bird follows
the arc of
movement in the previous shot. Ruffles its feathers
as it begins to
sprinkle rain.
ANGLE - ELLY - RESUMING HER MOTION
A dirty-blondish
tenement KID of eleven, clad in a blend of cast-
offs and hand-me-downs;
her version of street punk chic. She
totes a skateboard under one arm
(itself a berserk Jackson
Pollock chaos of band stickers, silver marker
and graffiti, with
day-glo wheels), and transfers her impromptu bouquet
so she may
unzip a flap and hike up a ragged hood against the rain. She
stops to watch the grave diggers pack up and EXIT b.g.
ELLY:
Guess the
picnic got rained out.
She looks down o.s. at --
ANGLE - SHELLY
WEBSTER'S GRAVE
as Elly places the gathered flowers down. Almost
reverent.
rose and places it atop the grave
near Shelly Webster's.
ANGLE ON GRAVE:
TILT UP from rose to the name: ERIC DRAVEN. Rain
spatters the
granite, darkening it.
EXTREME CLOSE-UP - CROW's EYE
It
blinks in its alien way.
WITH THE CROW:
as it takes wing from it's
unseen perch. Lands stop Eric's
headstone. It pecks tentatively at the
top of the monument.
ANGLE - ELLY NEAR ERIC'S GRAVE
She hasn't gotten
too far before she notices the bird.
ELLY:
Oh, scary.
The bird blinks
at her from the headstone.
ELLY:
What are you, like, the night
watchman?
Another blink from El Birdo.
CAMERA WITH ELLY - BOOMING BACK
HIGH:
as she exits the iron gates of the cemetery without looking
back.
Brutal building facades, like dead eyes, and bad
alleyways, like hungry
mouths, are gradually revealed as we
continue PULLING BACK to unveil that
the middle of the city.
EXT. MAXI-DOGS -
TWILIGHT - RAIN CONTINUES
CLOSE-UP of a foot-long hot dog being drowned
in mustard.
MICKEY (O.S.)
What this place needs is a good
natural
catastrophe. Earthquake,
tornado...
ALBRECHT is a black beat cop, 35, in a rain slicker.
MICKEY is the
grease-aproned entrepreneur of MAXI DOGS, a steamy
open-front fast
foodery.
ALBRECHT:
You gotta put the mustard
underneath first.
MICKEY:
Maybe a flood, like in the Bible.
ALBRECHT:
Here, let me do
it.
He grabs the dog from Mickey. Mickey puffs his cigar while he
cooks. Albrecht methodically spreads a napkin and performs
surgery on
the hot dog, coating the bun with mustard, rolling
the dog in the bun.
Flashes Mickey a "gimme" look.
ALBRECHT:
Come on... onion. Don't
cheap
out on me. Lotta onions.
MOVING ANGLE - AS ELLY SKATEBOARDS
TOWARDS MAXI DOGS
MICKEY:
Heyyy -- it's the Elly monster.
ALBRECHT:
How do you ride that thing on a
wet street?
ELLY:
Talent. Hi.
ALBRECHT:
Care for a hot dog?
ELLY:
You buying?
ALBRECHT:
I'm
buying.
Elly grabs the stool next to Albrecht. They`ve done this
routine before.
ELLY:
No onions though, okay?
ALBRECHT:
(horror)
No onions?
ELLY:
They make you fart.
Mickey laughs. Spots
Elly a Coke.
MICKEY:
What's goin' on, Elly?
ELLY:
I went to see a
friend of mine.
MICKEY:
Well, how's your friend?
ELLY:
She's still
dead.
Albrecht and Mickey exchange a look re: Elly's matter-of-
factness.
Thunder KABOOMS o.s. The crow
pecks the top of the stone again
and a chip of granite flies off, bang!
as the crow pecks again and draws blood
from the rock.
CLOSE-UP - THE CROW
A dot of blood on its ebony beak.
LOW ANGLE - HEADSTONE
A thin, watery trickle of blood wanders from the
top of the
stone towards the earth. Rain does not interfere. Lightning
plays in the rolling cloud cover, b.g.
RESUME THE CROW:
as it takes off
from the gravestone, into the rain.
CLOSE-UP - THE BLOOD
It slowly
fills the name Eric Draven into the rock.
CLOSE-UP - FOOT TAPPER
A LOW:
ANGLE like the SHOT introducing Elly's boot. This time
we see cowboy
boots, leather chaps. The foot taps. Waiting.
TAPPER:
as lightning strikes. Just enough for us to see a figure in a
RESUME ERIC'S HEADSTONE
DRAVEN fills with
blood. Blood continues groundward.
Turning
to meet FRAME as the crow alights on his outstretched
arm. This is the
SKULL COWBOY. We glimpse the deathshead,
beneath the brim of the cowboy
hat.
RESUME ERIC'S GRAVE
as blood trickles into the turf at the base of
the grave.
shaking off rain. Watching intently.
CLOSE-UP - THE SKULL COWBOY'S FREE HAND
Black gloved. It walks a flat
silver throwing knife across it's
knuckles, like a quarter somersaulting.
RESUME ERIC'S GRAVE
The turf stirs beneath the white rose. Magically, a
slim white
parts the earth to grasp the rose.
GRAVE:
as the figure of Eric Draven stands up from behind his own
headstone.
LOW ANGLE (FROM GRAVE) - ERIC
Pale. Clad in cerements:
cheap black burial suit, slit open in
back. WHite shirt. A nothing
tie. No shoes. Rain sluices mud
from his upturned face. He looks to
the sky. Lightning.
as he weaves to lean
against a nearby tree. Looks o.s.
water-blurred, through the rain, standing with the crow perched
on his
arm like a hunting falcon. He releases it and it flies
to the tree.
ANGLE - ERIC
Watching this. Wipes mud from his eyes, tries to clear
vision.
The crow lights in the tree and they meet eye-to-eye. Eric
looks
back o.s. and we RACK to include the Skull Cowboy.
ERIC:
What the hell
are you?
SKULL COWBOY:
Interested? Follow the crow.
NB. The Skull
Cowboy speaks in nicely distorted, buzzlike
charnal house whisper.
Unsettling and hackle-raising.
Eric turns back to the bird, which takes
wing in the rain, His
eyes follow it. He looks back, disoriented,
doubtful, but the
Skull Cowboy is gone.
Taking wing in the rain, showing the way.
ANOTHER ANGLE - ERIC
alone in
the cemetery. After a moments hesitation, he lurches
off, following the
crow.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. ARCADE GAMES SUPPLY OFFICE - NIGHT - TO
ESTABLISH:
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