The Crow Page #12

INT.

T-BIRD - FAVOR T-BIRD - NIGHT

SLOW TILT starting with T-Bird's foot,

firmly taped to the

pedal. Mummified into his seat. Hands taped to the

wheel.

Throat taped hard against the headrest.

The car is now in gear,

idling.

ANGLE - ON ERIC FROM WINDOW

He drops an incendiary right into

T-Bird's lap. T-Bird squirms.

No go. Eric reaches in with a bungie

cord.

ERIC:

A little restrictive? Good.

(chilling)

You held

her down and raped her.

You were the first. She burned

while you were

inside of her.

(re:
bomb)

What's the lag on this? About

twenty

seconds, would you say?

T-bird thrashes, but he's immobilized. Can't

even budge the

wheel.

ERIC (CONT'D)

I've comrades in hell, T-bird.

Give them my best.

Eric activates the timer. Yanks up hard on the

bungie cord.

INSERT:
T-BIRD FOOTWELL

The bungie cord pulls T-Bird's

foot all the way down on the

pedal.

ANGLE - ON CAR, FROM DOCKSIDE

Eric

steps back, plucks the guitar out as the car starts to move. The

car

roars for the edge of the dock, about a distance of a

football field.

Eric examines T-bird's auto pistol and pops the

clip.

INTERCUTS:
as the

car speeds for the water's edge, Eric thumbs

bullets from the clip, one

by one.

INT. T-BIRD - TRAVELING FAST - NIGHT

T-bird's eyes bug in

horror and he goes MMMMMMMMHHH!

CLOSE-UP - THE CLIP IN ERIC'S HAND

thumbing out the final bullet.

EXT. DETROIT RIVER SHIPYARD - RESUMING

ERIC - NIGHT

ERIC:

All gone.

ANGLE - T-BIRD REACHES DOCKSIDE

Lifting

off and blowing all to hell, a billion smithereens of

phosphorescent firs

pattering into the dark water. It hits.

Sinks. Weird flare glow as the

car quickly submerges.

ANGLE - ERIC

heaving the gun into the distant

water. Plosh. He produces T-

Bird's accelerator. Squirts it into the

ground. He

prestidigitates and T-Bird's Zippo appears in his hand. He

flicks it and drops it into the flammable puddle.

HIGH LONG SHOT - ERIC

walking slowly out of the scene as the firepool coalesces into

a burning

crow shape.

INT. DARLA'S APARTMENT - DAWN

CLOSE-UP of a frying pan

busy burning some pretty firebombed

looking eggs. Kind gross.

ANGLE -

DARLA AT THE STOVE.

NOT THRILLED WITH HER OWN PROGRESS.

DARLA:

I:

never was too good at this

domestic sh*t.

ANGLE - ELLY AT LIVING ROOM

WINDOW:

staring outside at nothing in particular. Yet.

ELLY:

Don't

say "sh*t".

(beat)

That's okay. Corn Flakes are

okay. Anything.

She pauses as she hears a lilting, faraway GUITAR STRAIN.

Across the

street she can make out the figure of Eric on his

roof playing the

guitar.

EXT. ROOF OF LOFT BUILDING DAWN

EXTREME CLOSE of a Pignose

Amp. More soft GUITAR strokes as

CAMERA FOLLOWS a patchwork a

taped-together, jerry-rigged

cables to:

ANGLE - ERIC ON ROOF --

shirtless, crosslegged, his Crow make-up

streaked by the night's work.

His fingering is unsure and he

tries the tune again.

INSERT - We she

Shelly's engagement ring on a leather thong

around Eric's neck. Like an

amulet.

ANGLE - ERIC PLAYING

He's got it right this time. Strong, sure

CHORDS. Passionate.

We can almost imagine him conjuring Shelly via

musical sorcery.

He holds a stroke, letting it ring. Sun rises behind

him.

IRATE VOICE (O.S.)

Hey, shut the f*** up!

Eric's eyes, closed

with the moment, dart left. Funny.

EXT. MAXI-DOGS - DAY

Later. Elly

is seated on a stool.. Mickey gives her a chili

dog.

MICKEY:

Chili

dog for breakfast... it's

original.

ELLY:

Mom tried to cook.

MICKEY:

Oh.

CUSTOMER (O.S.)

Hey, Mickey, I need a special

with

everything. No sawdust.

MICKEY:

(to Elly)

Everyone's a

comedian. Enjoy.

Mickey EXITS FRAME.

GRANGE (O.S.)

You're Elly,

right? I know your

mom.

Elly turns. Grange sits next to her. Lao's

mirrored-windowed car

is parked across the street, b.g.

ELLY:

A lot of

people "know" my mom.

Grange points o.s., indicating he wants coffee

from Mickey.

GRANGE:

I know your friend, too -- the one

that looks

like a rock star.

ELLY:

I don't know you.

GRANGE:

(easily)

I'd like to get in touch with him.

Elly sizes Grange up.

ELLY:

You're

not a cop, either. What do

you want him for?

GRANGE:

I'm looking for

a good guitar man.

ELLY:

Right.

Grange withdraws a $10 bill from his

wallet and slides it across

the countertop to Mickey.

ELLY (CONT'D)

You buying?

(cuts him some slack)

He kinda wanders around. You'll

see him if you pay attention.

GRANGE:

I need to find him kind of soon,

Elly.

INT. LOFT - ON ERIC - DAY

No shirt, the ring on the thong around

his neck -- workout mode.

He twirls and performs odd Crow moves of

increasing complexity

in the big open living room. On purpose, he

stretches hard

against the bedroom doorframe.

FLASH:
Shelly stands in

the blue moonlight near the picture window

wearing a rococo Victorian

gown. PUSH IN TIGHT as she is

embraced by a nude Eric. He undoes the

last few remaining ties

that hold the gown in place. FOLLOW THE GOWN as

it crumples

down the length of Shelly's (also otherwise nude) body to the

floor...

FLASH ENDS.

LOW ANGEL - FROM INSIDE THE BEDROOM - ON ERIC

hanging there, inviting the pain the FLASHES bring. Breathing

as though

he is pumping iron, pumping up.

ANGLE - LATER - ERIC IN BEDROOM

embracing a ragged full-length dress that used to be Shelly's.

FLASH:

Eric and Shelly (wearing the same dress), exchange an

extremely

passionate and intimate KISS in the moonlight.

FLASH ENDS.

ANGLE -

RESUMING ERIC:

as he drops the dress. Absorbing the pain and memories.

ANGLE - LATER - ERIC IN LIVING ROOM

executing a complex roll that winds

him up at the windowsill.

He grasps it with both hands.

FLASH:
A series

of CLOSE SHOTS of Eric and Shelly's HANDS, each

moving along the other's

body. Curves and dips and contours.

But Eric's gaze never leaves

SHelly's eyes.

FLASH ENDS.

ANGLE - RESUMING ERIC AT WINDOW

His GAZE

similarly FIXED. Bringing his hands away and clapping

them together,

deep breath, fingertips pressed to his face, like

Kung Fu prep. When he

opens his eyes, the crow is there before

him on the sill.

ERIC:

That's

better.

He wipes his torso down with a towel.

ERIC (CONT'D)

It's

almost time.

He holds his hand in front of his face and he flexes it.

We can

HEAR tendons CRACKLE like a harness. Closes it into a powerful

fist.

INT. TOP DOLLAR'S LAIR - NIGHT

TIGHT on Skank as he slams his

fist down on the table. He has

a black eye and facial scuffs from his

liquor store encounter.

SKANK:

Top, I made the sumbitch! Face

all

painted white like some kinda

f***in' kabuki homo!

WIDE ANGLE to

include all present: Lao, Grange, Lao Guards #1

and #2, Top Dollar, and

a Sentry. Top dusts up a line and

rinses his nostrils with brandy.

LAO:

Sounds like our "Crow" is

out-maneuvering you.

TOP DOLLAR:

"Our"

Crow...?

LAO:

Come now. You've seen the

graffiti -- all over the

city in

the few hors it has taken your

men to drop like plague victims.

What about your turf, Top?

(mockingly)

You don't seem to have

ripped out

anyone's heart yet.

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