The Crow Page #11

ALBRECHT:

I should be

trying to stop you.

Eric nods, keeping his eyes on the cigarette.

ERIC:

Thank you. For giving a damn.

ALBRECHT:

My pleasure.

ERIC:

Don't smoke these.

As a bus grumbles past on the street, Eric pitches

the butt and

simultaneously ducks out of frame.

ANGLE - ALBRECHT TURNS

to see a blank building wall. Fire escape. Darkness. No Eric.

He does

a full 360 degree turn. Eric is gone again.

ALBRECHT:

Damn, I wish he

wouldn't do that.

MOVING ANGLE - FROM BUS ROOF

Coat flapping, Eric is

standing on the bus roof as the bus moves

away from Albrecht's position.

INT. LAO NIGHTCLUB OFFICE - NIGHT

Lao has the partially disassembled rat

skeleton in front of him,

as well as a mortar and pestle with some bits

of crushed bone, and

is smoking powdered rat bone in a pipe and Grange

reports to

him.

GRANGE:

The son of a b*tch winked at me.

The he

jumped. Three stories.

Lao seems strangely unaffected by the bizarre

nature of Grange's

tale.

LAO:

Did you see an animal of any kind?

Did

you see a bird?

GRANGE:

(puzzled)

No. I saw a guitar.

(beat; irritated)

This isn't some rock-n-roller

you forgot to pay, is

it?

(beat)

There was a drawing on the wall

that looked like a

bird. In

blood.

Lao's expression is one of sublime content.

LAO:

Good.

Grange

It could've been a chicken...

EXT. LIQUOR STORE - NIGHT

- ("CROWVISION")

A LONG SHOT of the T-Bird parked across the street from

the

store as two figures -- T-Bird and Skank -- approach on the

store

side.

SKANK:

I wish to hell I had torched

Gideon's, that fat f***.

T-BIRD

I wish to hell I knew who it was

that made Tin-Tin into a voodoo

doll last night.

ANGLE - CLOSER ON T-BIRD AND SKANK - STREET LEVEL

They

stop walking. Look at each other and sanctimoniously cross

themselves.

Tin-Tin's big R.I.P. moment. T-Bird indicates the

liquor store.

T-BIRD

We need some smokes and some road

beers.

SKANK:

Got it.

Skank hustles toward the store. T-Bird crosses to the car.

ANGLE -

T-BIRD - THROUGH CAR WINDOWS

WIDEN ANGLE to include the car as he nears

it. Behind him, two

12-year-old KIDS, AXEL and CHOPPER, enter the store

after Skank,

one wearing a long duster.

INT. LIQUOR STORE - NIGHT

as

the KIDS enter and split between the counter and magazine

rack. East

Indian CLERK. Two boys fight video game wars in the

corner. Skank

browses, grabbing odds and ends.

EXT. STREET / INT. CAR - LOWER ANGLE -

NIGHT:

as T-Bird climbs in, digs the last cigarette from his pack,

snaps

his Zippo and in the sudden orange light, sees:

INSERT - REARVIEW

MIRROR:

Eric's purloined Strat in the back sear reflecting the light.

ANGLE - T-BIRD

He tries to spin and draw his gun but Eric is upon him,

nestling

one of Tin-Tin's throwing knives right inside T-Bird's ear.

T-BIRD

What the f*** are you supposed to

be, man?!

INSERTS:
Eric

liberates T-Bird's automatic from the shoulder

holster; Eric's hand

closes T-Bird's door for him.

ERIC:

I'm your passenger. You drive.

And stop talking.

TIGHT ANGLE - T-BIRD'S HANDS

on ignition key and

gearshift, making ready. As ordered.

INT. LIQUOR STORE - ON SKANK AT

COUNTER - NIGHT

He looks outside and sees Eric as the car fires up,

pipes and

glasspacks grumbling. Skank moves, BRISTLING.

SKANK:

What's

all this happy horseshit?

And the car peels out maniacally! Skank tries

to pursue -- but

the two KIDS draw weapons and freeze everyone in the

store.

AXEL:

Alright, alright, alright --

everybody be cool and stay

exactly

where you are.

Chopper hustles up to the counter and relieves

Skank of a

gigantic Auto Mag.

CHOPPER:

Whooooa, cowboy! Cool gun.

Off Skank's look of total outfoxed disgust.--

INT. T-BIRD - TRAVELING

FAST - NIGHT

Vertiginous windshield POV of onrushing street, highspeed.

ERIC (O.S.)

Faster, T-Bird. Faster. You're

a hell of a wheelman; you

know you

can drive faster.

ANGLE - ERIC AND T-BIRD

Eric now holds

T-Bird's own gun on him. Eyes locked on T-Bird.

T-Bird's jump between

Eric's nightmare visage and the roadway.

T-BIRD

You call it, blood --

you got the

gun. You just tell me where you want

to go.

Clearly T-Bird

would relish bisecting Eric with a meat cleaver

as he says this. He's

nervous and needs to hold the road.

ERIC:

That's good. We're going

someplace you've never been

before.

EXT. STREET - HIGH ANGLE ON T-BIRD

- NIGHT

as the car burns up the obstacle course of pavement, kicking

wake of litter. PEDESTRIANS scurry to clear the way.

INT. POLICE

CRUISER - NIGHT

Parked in an alley, facing the street. Two cops work on

large

styro cups of steaming coffee. MJ (driver) and SPEEG.

MJ:

Smells like rain.

SPEEG:

Smells like a septic tank. You

got that

cream stuff?

MJ:

In the bag.

Speeg rummages inside the takeout bag.

SPEEG:

I hate this cream stuff. They

can't even call it cream,

legally.

They snap to as the T-Bird blazes past, doing ninety.

MJ:

What in the crap?

MJ floors the pedal, drenching Speeg in coffee on

takeoff.

SPEEG:

Ow! Owowoowowoowo, goddammit!

EXT. STREET - ON ALLEY

- NIGHT

as the cruiser roars out to give chase.

INT. T-BIRD -

TRAVELLING FAST - NIGHT

Eric lends the chase car a backward look.

ERIC:

You caught one. Drive faster.

T-BIRD

Man, you gonna get us

killed dead

and I don't even know what you

want!

Eric c*cks T_Bird's

pistol and levels it at his face.

ERIC:

I want you to stop talking.

And

drive. Drive faster.

Eric rifles the glove box, tossing items out

the window:
clips

for the gun. Sunglasses. A giant dildo (brief

eyebrows-up to

T-Bird). Then:
a roll of (previously established)

gaffer's

tape. What Eric needs.

ANGLE - T-BIRD AND REARVIEW MIRROR

as

he sees a second cop car join the high speed pursuit,

ERIC (CONT'D)

You're very popular. Thought

you could handle this thing.

T-Bird macho

calcifies. He's going to win.

T-BIRD

To hell with you.

ERIC:

(wry)

Naturally.

INSERT - SPEEDOMETER

Climbing swiftly toward the 100

mark.

EXT. CITY STREETS - VARIOUS ANGLES - THE CHASE - NIGHT

A 3-way

pursuit until the T-Bird reaches the outskirts of the

city.

EXT.

DOCKSIDE STREET - NIGHT

All quiet... until the T-Bird ZOOMS past frame.

The lead cop

tries to duplicate the T-Bird's corner-cut and starts

spinning.

It clips a light pole. Rebounds into the path of MJ's unit.

INT. POLICE CRUISER - ON SPEEG AND MJ - TRAVELING - NIGHT

as MJ stands

on the brakes. Collision imminent. They howl.

EXT. DOCKSIDE STREET -

NIGHT:

as MJ's unit broadsides the first cop car.

EXT. DETROIT RIVER

SHIPYARD - NIGHT

The T-bird careens through dockside silence, alone,

then

fishtails, SCREECHING, to a lung-compressing halt.

INT. T-BIRD -

ON ERIC AND T-BIRD - NIGHT

T-bird respirating like a jackhammer. Eric

holds stoic.

T-BIRD

So what -- you gonna rape me now?

ERIC:

Time

for your reward, T. Payback

with interest earned.

Eric rips a long

strip of tape from the roll.

EXT. DETROIT RIVER SHIPYARD - NIGHT

A:

HIGH ANGLE of the car as Eric opens the trunk.

ERIC'S POV - The Trunk.

loaded with plastique, canisters, timers, arson paraphernalia.

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