The Crow Page #10
- R
- Year:
- 1994
- 102 min
- 1,427 Views
ERIC:
Neither.
FUNBOY:
Yeah, I got a more fun idea myself.
Funboy
lashes out and broadsides Eric across the temple with the
gun. Eric
falls, rolls back to a stance, but Funboy is right on
top of him, howling
like a lunatic and pistol-whipping Eric
relentlessly.
FUNBOY:
I hate
trespassers!
(whack!)
I hate prowlers!
(whack!)
I hate
peeping toms!
(whack!)
And right now I hate you!
ANGLE - WALL
NEAR BATHROOM:
as Eric, caught off-guard by Funboy's hyper high and
weakened by
his wound, comes slamming into the wall, losing his footing.
Here comes Funboy, and we TILT UP from Eric's position as he
looms,
cocking the pistol, which now has Eric's blood on it.
FUNBOY:
Ahh, the
hell with it, I still got
five shots left.
In a blur, Eric grabs
Funboy`s gun hand. Twists to the
crunching of bones. Funboy's
skewed-around gun hand blows a
hole in his own thigh. Funboy fall back
across the bed.
FUNBOY:
Owwwaaaa -- f*** me! Look what
you did to my
sheets, you lame
piece'a sh*t! AAAAaa! Goddd!
ERIC:
Does it hurt?
FUNBOY:
Does it hurt?! You dead-ass,
clown-faced f***, of course it
f***ing hurts! What the sh*t are
you gonna do about this?!
Eric sits
on the bed next to Funboy; inspects the ampule of
morphine on the
nightstand, the needle of the syringe already
inserted.
ERIC:
I have
some pain killer right here.
And he fills the syringe all the way.
ANGLE ON FUNBOY:
as he begins to see the light. He can't get away.
Growing
terror.
FUNBOY:
No, wait, no WAIT, that's too
much, man,
that's like overkill,
nobody can take that much, you're
wasting it -- !
ERIC:
Your pain ends now.
And Eric rams the needle into Funboy's heart,
driving home
the full dose. Funboy begins to convulse.
Eric falls back
on the bed, his force spent. Darla COMES TO in
the corner,
shock-traumatized. On O.S. COUGH, and Eric opens
his eyes.
The Skull
Cowboy, standing in the room, tips his hat.
SKULL COWBOY:
Howdy
(beat)
You look a mess. Like an ole
cooter dog.
TIGHT SHOT - ERIC'S
FACE:
streaked with -- mostly -- his own blood.
ANOTHER ANGLE - THE
SKULL COWBOY AND ERIC
SKULL COWBOY:
Getting a little ambitious and
extracurricular, aren't we?
ERIC:
Go away.
SKULL COWBOY:
You need
to learn to mind your own
business or you'll never get where
you think
you're going.
ERIC:
Shut up.
SKULL COWBOY:
Maybe I was wrong about
you.
The Skull Cowboy seems saddened or disappointed. All we get is
a
little shake of his skull-head.
Darla makes a SOUND and Eric turns
toward her. She's really
confused. She's looking to Eric for some kind
of answer.
ERIC:
Your daughter is out there, on the
street, waiting
for you.
She's stunned, utterly speechless. All she can do is look in
Eric's eyes, try to ponder the phantoms there.
ERIC:
Go. Now.
Darla
shoves helter-skelter past Eric and out the door without
a glance back
at Funboy.
Eric, recovering, follows slowly, staring at the open door,
stooping to lift the guitar dropped during the fight with
Funboy. The
Skull Cowboy has vanished. PUSH IN. Grimly, Eric
takes a syringe and
begins to draw blood from the late Funboy.
INT. THE PIT - NIGHT
As a
hastily dressed Darla BANGS out through the fire stair door
behind Grange
and FLEES the Pit.
BOUNCER:
Hey, g'night, Darla.
(to Grange)
That there is Darla.
GRANGE:
Funboy?
Bartender indicates UP with his
thumb. Grange moves to the fire
stairs door.
INT. FUNBOY'S ROOM -
NIGHT:
Grange has seen the door ajar and now ENTERS gun-first. Freezes
when he sees:
GRANGE POV - FUNBOY
Half-sheeted, bloody, a hypo hanging
out of his heart.
RESUME GRANGE:
Eyes darting, drawn to --
GRANGE'S POV
- THE WALL NEAR FUNBOY
A crow silhouette spray-painted with a syringe of
Funboy's
blood. A thin outline, drippy.
RESUME GRANGE:
whirling with
his gun to bring it to bear on --
ANGLE - GRANGE SEES THE WINDOW
The
crow is no longer in the room. Eric is perched on the sill,
guitar and
all, looking right at Grange as if waiting from him.
He winks, holds a
finger to his lips -- sshh --and jumps out
into the night.
ANOTHER ANGLE:
- GRANGE
He almost fires, but doesn't. We see instead the priceless
expression on his face as we --
CUT TO:
Albrecht lights another smoke, quitting for the night. Waves to
the
late-working Annabella en route.
EXT. PRECINCT HOUSE - NIGHT
Albrecht
hasn't gone three steps before Eric appears behind him,
cat silent,
matching pace.
NB:
Eric has got a new black rock-n-roll shirt on... anda
shell casing from Funboy's gun tied in his hair.
ERIC:
Freeze.
Albrecht startles; drops his file. Nearly draws his gun.
ALBRECHT:
Jeezus! Don't ever do that, man!
Albrecht pants, hysterical but calming
down. Eric waits.
ALBRECHT (CONT'D)
I told you cops don't say
"freeze".
He retrieves Eric's doctored photo from the spill of papers.
ALBRECHT (CONT'D)
You, my friend, are dead. I saw
your body. You got
buried.
ERIC:
I saw it, too.
Albrecht gathers up the file. Eric
stands there. We realize he
is hesitant about touching the file.
ERIC:
(CONT'D)
Walk with me.
As Albrecht comes up with the file as they walk.
ANOTHER ANGLE - ERIC AND ALBRECHT ON THE STREET
ALBRECHT:
You died,
man. I can't believe it
but here you are. Last year,
you and your
girlfriend --
ERIC:
I need you to tell me what you
remember. What
happened to us?
ALBRECHT:
You went out the window. She was
beaten
and raped. She died in the
hospital.
They stop. Eric didn't know
this. Fixes Albrecht with a look.
ALBRECHT (CONT'D)
Hey, you asked,
man.
(beat)
She held on for thirty hours in
intensive care.
Hemorrhage,
trauma. He body just finally
gave it up.
(beat;
regret)
I saw it and couldn't do jack for
her.
Eric has grown
increasingly distraught over Albrecht's lines.
Now he turns to Albrecht
and, holding Albrecht's temples with
his fingers, puts his thumbs over
Albrecht's eyes.
TIGHT ON ERIC - ALBRECHT AGAINST WALL
We see Eric
react to a brutal Flash... but we don't see the
Flash.
NEW ANGLE -
ERIC AND ALBRECHT
And Eric tears from Albrecht; staggers back, now
holding his own
head. His crow face slacked in realized horror.
ALBRECHT:
You okay, man? I mean, what just
happened.
ERIC:
The venom
of bad memories. You
were there; you saw her. I saw
you seeing her.
Understandable nervous, Albrecht lights up a cigarette.
ALBRECHT:
You
gotta understand -- I was
hoping she'd talk, give me a lead,
a clue,
something to work with.
But she only said one thing to me
before she
died.
Eric lowers his head, penitent.
ERIC:
My name.
ALBRECHT:
(fizzles)
I'm sorry as hell, man.
ERIC:
Thirty hours. A day of life,
plus
change...
TIGHT TWO-SHOT - ALBRECHT AND ERIC
Eric plucks the
cigarette from Albrecht's lips, taking a single
contemplative puff from
it.
ERIC:
Halloween is coming, soon. You
will have Top Dollar if you
watch
for me at the Showtime, tomorrow night.
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