The Crow Page #2
- R
- Year:
- 1994
- 102 min
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INT.
ARCADE GAMES SUPPLY OFFICE - NIGHT
A MOVING SHOT during o.s. lines.
Past dead video and pinball
devices. Pasta desk with an open briefcase,
coffee cup,
ashtray -- someone was just there. Then past a WOMAN,
trussed
with duct tape to her office chair, gagged, hot fear in her
darting eyes.
COMPLETE CAMERA MOVE to include SKANK, a blade-thin speed
freak
with pattern baldness, always loud, jittery, a manic dust puppy.
And T-BIRD, an arrogant Arayan, brush-cut iron pumper, who is
prepping an
incendiary. He exhibits a small squeeze bottle of
arson cocktail to
Skank.
T-BIRD
Uncle T-Bird's 100-proof
accelerator. I squirt you
with
this, you could jump in the
Detroit river and burn all the way
to the bottom.
INSERT A CLOSE-UP of the bomb in his hands as he works.
Silver
canisters, an LED timer, wires.
T-BIRD (CONT'D)
You know, Lake
Erie actually
caught on fire once, from all the
crap in it. Wish I
coulda seen
that.
He CLICKS a switch. PEEP. LED countdown blurs.
T-BIRD (CONT'D)
We're ready to rock.
Skank notices the captive woman's
handbag on the floor. Picks
it up. Looks through it for valuables.
SKANK:
INTERCUT the woman's increasingly
horrified reactions.
T-BIRD
What about her?
SKANK:
I say we leave
her here to fry,
man.
T-Bird looks casually at the woman. Smiles
hideously.
T-BIRD
No. Let's take her with us.
ANGLE - THE WOMAN
Her eyes bug in a terrified NO!
As the
T-Bird fishtails wildly around the corner and eats street.
INT. T-BIRD
- TRAVELLING - NIGHT
TB drives. One eye on his digital watch (doing an
equally
fast countdown). Skank wrestles their captive, the woman, in
the
back seat.
TB:
(pissed off)
Skank, shut her the f*** up!
SKank
punches her and she sags. Then he looks forward.
SKANK:
Whoaaa --
T-Bird, red light, red
light!
EXT. STREET CORNER NEAR MAXI-DOGS -
NIGHT:
As the T-Bird slews wide, cutting sidewalk, scattering
nightwalkers, immediately attracting everybody's attention.
ANGLE -
ALBRECHT - AT MAXI-DOGS
Reacting, with a mouthful.
ALBRECHT:
Goddammit.
Mickey grabs the counter phone instantly.
MICKEY:
Call it
in?
Albrecht is off and running for the corner already.
ALBRECHT:
Yeah, do it!
(to Elly)
Stay right there!
HOLD ON MICKEY. He
points at Albrecht's hot dog. Yecch.
MICKEY:
(yelling after)
You want I should save this for
you?
EXT. MOUTH OF ALLEY ACROSS FROM
CEMETERY - NIGHT
The car slides to a nose-down panic stop.
SKANK:
(O.S.)
Dump her, man, dump her!
The woman comes tumbling from the car,
which blasts off with a
war hoop from the guys inside.
ANGLE - CORNER -
ON ALBRECHT:
Gun out, hauling ass on wet pavement. Aims at the departing
car. Gives it up. Still too far away. Pedestrians in the way.
ANGLE -
THE WOMAN:
hurting, cut, bleeding, tottering toward the dumpster. Duct
tape
stuck to her face but cut away around her mouth. With her as
she
falls into the alley darkness... straight into the arms of
CLOSE:
Their eyes lock. Eric stiffens with his
first FLASH.
NB:
Eric's flashes of past memory are conditioned by thenature
of things with which he makes physical contact. Hints and
fragments in fierce, super-saturated COLOR. Puzzle pieces he
must
assemble. Each flash keynoted by a BLOWBACK NOISE and
accompanied by a
degree of pain. It hurts to remember.
FLASH:
INT. T-BIRD - WOMAN'SSTRUGGLE:
The faces of Skank and T-Bird are murky, ephemeral, their
voices
hideous, distorted echoes. A knife snaps open. We see the
blade. Blood. Skank hits her, pow! and --
FLASH ENDS.
ANOTHER ANGLE:
An airborne crow POV spiralling up and away from them.
MATCH WITH:
ANGLE - THE CROW
perched on a fire escape, high above,
watching and waiting.
ANGLE - RESUMING ERIC AND WOMAN
She fades. He
lets her drop away, horrified. And staggers back
into the cover of the
alley. Her blood is on his hands.
ANGLE - ALBRECHT RUNNING
Skidding
in, spotting the woman. Kneeling to her.
ALBRECHT:
Here now! You're
gonna be okay!
Can you understand me? I'm a
police officer...
The
woman is no longer in pain. Deathly calm now.
WOMAN:
He touched me
and it stopped. The
pain.
ALBRECHT:
What did you say?
WOMAN:
I:
saw a ghost...
Her eyes roll back and she dies in Albrecht's arms.
ALBRECHT:
Oh no... don't go, darlin', you
stay with me, now... sh*t!
HIGH ANGLE CROW POV - THE ALLEY
BOOMING BACK from Albrecht, the woman,
onlookers, as police
units screech up to assist.
EXT. ALLEY BEHIND
ARCADES GAMES SUPPLY HOUSE - ON ERIC - NIGHT
Eric in lurching flight,
panting. Stops and steadies against
the wall across from the backside of
Arcade Games.
Circling, then lighting on the
BACK WINDOWS OF ARCADE GAMES - ("CROWVISION")
"CROWVISION" is what the crow "gives" Eric to see. Visually
distinct
and immediately identifiable.
ERIC'S POV - BACK WINDOWS OF ARCADE GAMES
Which he's already seen through the crow's eyes.
ANGLE - ERIC
looking
up at the crow. Disoriented. Doesn't understand.
Suddenly he cottons,
and covers his eyes just in time to shield
from:
GAMES:
The rear windows EXPLODING outward in a spray of fire and
debris.
ANGLE - WITH ERIC
he reels back, crashes into a dumpster. Falls.
ANGLE:
- THE CROW
landing on the dumpsters edge near a pair of discarded combat
boots in the trash. Flames.
LOW ANGLE - ERIC
The blood from his hands
mars his burial shirt. He tears the
shirt away, leaving his tie absurdly
intact. Wipes his face
with his shirt. Discards it. Stops, held by his
discovery --
as his fingers explore the five puckered
bullet punctures in his
chest. Almost a circle. Comically, he feels his
back foe exit
wounds. Then hauls himself upright, coming level with the
crow.
His glance at the bird is almost accusatory.
ANGLE - THe CROW
Inscrutable. We should get the idea that some silent
communication is
taking place.
ANGLE - ERIC'S FEET
bare, muddied, frozen. TILT to
Eric. His gaze moves from the
crow to the boots in the trash. He grabs
them, pushes them onto
his bare feet. His eyes catch the firelight.
Distant o.s.
SIRENS:
ERIC:
Fire. In the rain.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT.
CLUB TRASH - NIGHT
We are now within the neon techno-depths of Club
Trash. The BG
music is hard, savage, primal: a doom-laden Radio
Werewolf band
rules. Cabaret Blitzkrieg, packed with Death-to-Yup
trendazoids. We'll see more of this circus later. Right now
the BG
SOUND is our biggest clue to the flavor of this
establishment since we
are --
TIGHT CLOSE-UP A FRAMED 8X10
Thinly filmed in dust, mounted
among dozens of other band shots.
Visible among the posed members of a
group called Diabolique is
Eric, wielding guitar on the club stage. ND
BLUR as people
CROSS FRAME.
GRANGE, 45-50, powerful, a seasoned
assassin, cruel but loyal.
His facade remains stony as he leads three
other men briskly
down the corridor.: NGO NWA, 50ish, clad Chinese
gangster style
- white topcoat, white scarf, tinted shades - and two body
guards
supplying a power perimeter around him,lean, dark-haired Asian
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