The Crow Page #4
- R
- Year:
- 1994
- 102 min
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grabbing for purchase, suddenly panicked, gravity pulling him
downward.
ANGLE - AT ERIC FROM PHONE CABLE BRACKET
Eric falls but manages to grab
the bracket one-handed. He hangs
for another deadly moment, then slowly,
to his own astonishment,
executes a one-handed pull-up that will save his
ass.
ERIC:
Gotcha.
He completes the pull-up, bringing his chin level
with the
ledge. As he reaches for it with his other hand the bracket
rips from the wall and Eric plummets, with a howl of defeat.
UP ANGLE:
FROM STREET - ERIC'S DOWNFALL
It's a looooooong way down.
ANGLE -
ALLEYWAY:
as Eric lands and splits a trash can in two. A beat as we
wonder
if any bones are left unpulped. PUSH IN as Eric rolls from
facedown to his back.
TIGHT SHOT - ERIC'S FACE
as he completes the
roll, gasping, amazed he's still in one
piece.
ANGLE - TRASHCAN - ON
THE CROW:
It flies easily down to inspect Eric as he slowly sits up,
examining his hands. Frustrated and pissed off.
ERIC:
Thanks.
CLOSE-UP - THE CROW
Not "your welcome", but other-worldly patience. It
waits.
RESUME ERIC:
ERIC (CONT'D)
Where're we going next -- the
sewer?
EXT. ROOFTOP - NIGHT
Still, dark silence until Eric lands from
ABOVE FRAME, feline.
The crow lands simultaneously b.g., perched near a
roof access
door with a shaded, dim-yellow bulb.
CLOSE-UP - THE CROW
It
just blinks at him.
INT. ABANDONED STAIRWELL - NIGHT
as Eric yanks
open the rusty rooftop door from the outside and
sweeps down the steps in
Trash and detritus all
around, clogging the arteries of the
building, which is old, unoccupied,
forsaken. The crow lights
on a scarred banister knob. Eric's footsteps
come down into frame.
ANGLE ON LOFT DOOR - INCLUDE ERIC
A year ago this
door was sealed with police barricade tape...
which now sags, faded.
A:
sticker across the jam notifies potential trespassers that
this is -- was
-- a crime scene. Eric slows, stops, his hand
on the banister.
ANGLE -
THE CROW:
as is wafts ahead of Eric, arriving at the door first.
ANGLE:
Eric has had enough.
ERIC:
Are we
finished yet?
CLOSE-UP - ERIC'S HAND ON BANISTER
sliding along, as he
speaks, until it hits a cigarette burn.
stiffening as he suffers his second --
FLASH:
IMAGES and DIALOG are notlinked. A rapidfire MONTAGE set
in the loft, a year earlier (it is
decorated for Halloween).
The broken door. The stairwell is filled with
cops and cop
noise; lab guys bustle. Albrecht is there, making notes as
a
DETECTIVE steps over to him.
ALBRECHT:
Victim's name is Shelly
Webster.
The guy who got tossed is, uh ...--
(checks his notebook)
Albrecht grinds out his smoke on the banister.
FLASH ENDS.
RESUME:
He sits down hard, hurting from the flash. His eyes
seek the
crow. He completes Albrecht's line:
ERIC:
"Draven, Eric."
LOW DOLLY of Elly's little combat boots moving
toward the
entryway of the pit. MUSIC gradually UP LOUDER O.s. as she
nears.
Luridly-lit. A grown-up's place. A
burly BOUNCER appraises
her, his tone jokey. He knows Elly.
BOUNCER:
Hey! You got any ID?
ELLY:
Very funny. Ha. Ha. Oh my,
sides.
The
Bouncer jerks a thumb. Go on in.
A grungy
sawdust-floored shot-and-beer joint packed tight
with urban BURNOUTS
rushing to drink their lives away. Hammering
MUSIC and rude whorehouse
lighting. Each predator straining to
be badder than the next.
TRACK:
THROUGH this maze at Elly's eye level until we reach
DARLA, waitressing
her heart out, the drug mileage on her
obvious.
ELLY:
Mom --?
DARLA:
I told you you're not supposed
to come in here.
ELLY:
(a
quick lie)
I lost my key.
Disgustedly -- goddamn kids -- Darla fishes
up a key and slaps
it into Elly's hand.
FUNBOY (O.S.)
Hey, Darla --
before we die of old
age, how about it --?
DARLA:
(to Elly)
Out. Now. I gotta work.
RACK PAST Darla and MOVE IN CLOSE on a corner
table -- where sit
Funboy, Skank, T-Bird and a black, vested muscle
gypsy, TIN-TIN.
INT. LOFT - NIGHT
As Eric shoves the door open from
the outside. The lock, popped
from the frame, spins on the wooden floor.
The barrier tape
whisps and dust roils. Dark, chilly, damp. A rat's
nest of
disuse.
PULL BACK THROUGH THE BROKEN PICTURE WINDOW
as Eric
enters. Glass blown out. Shards poking. Jagged.
WALKS IN:
He scans the loft. Sees reflecting golden eyes near the floor.
ERIC'S POV - FLOOR NEAR WINDOW
A white, long-haired cat walks into a
pool of night light.
He kneels. Extends his
hand. The cat nears; likes Eric.
CLOSE-UP - ERIC'S HAND.
as the cat
makes contact. Sudden white jolt - a FLASH.
FLASH:
we HEAR Ericstrumming his Strat o.s. We see what he
saw:
Shelly, holding the cat.FLASH ENDS.
UP ANGLE - ERIC
Wincing. Recovering from the flash. He
purposefully gathers
the cat into his arms and braces for more, harder,
stronger...
FLASH:
A MAN and a WOMAN make love on a big bed amidst ahundred
points of candlelight. Shelly and Eric, once upon a time.
FLASH ENDS.
REVERSE ANGLE FROM BEDROOM DOOR - ON ERIC
as the cat,
dropped, hits the floor and scrambles out of the way.
CLOSE-UP - ERIC
vising his head, teary-eyed, his nose bleeding.
ERIC:
No! Don't look!
No! No!
He whirls unexpectedly and punches his fist completely through
the masonry wall.
FLASH:
Eric and Shelly in a mock waltz. He spins herand they
collapse on the bed.
FLASH ENDS.
ANGLE - ERIC
slowly
pulling his arm out of the wall.
ERIC:
(whispering)
Stop it.
His eyes roll up and he slumps the length of the door frame like
a
drowning man.
ANGLE - GABRIEL
watching Eric. He hits with an o.s.
THUD.
INT. THE PIT - ON FUNBOY'S TABLE - NIGHT
As a gloved hand sets
up four bullets next to four shots.
FUNBOY (O.S.)
Let's have some
fun.
Funboy pops the bullet, like a contact capsule and washes it down.
T-Bird turns to Tin-Tin, the new guy.
T-BIRD
You first.
TIN-TIN
You're outta your f***in' mind.
Into it, almost jazzed, Tin-Tin downs
his bullet and shot, and
T-Bird does likewise. Points to Skank.
T-BIRD
No. I'm not the lunatic. He is.
Skank riles, pulls a huge Auto
Mag and sticks it in T-Bird's
face, cocking.
SKANK:
F*** you, T-Bird.
Just as lightning fast, T-Bird has his own gun out and jammed
right under
Skank's jawbone. He makes a kissy face.
T-BIRD
I love you too, you
madman.
They all crack up laughing like ax murderers. Skank drinks,
Tin-Tin spot checks the satchell from Top Dollar's. Darla
delivers more
shots and funboy feels her ass.
FUNBOY:
Hey, pussycat.
INT. LOFT -
DOWN ANGLE (CROW POV) - ERIC ON FLOOR
He's awake. Pushes himself up.
Is perched in a dead light fixture, monitoring
Eric.
He's awake. Pushes himself up. Realizes
he is in the center of a
faint chalk outline on the hardwood floor. He
reaches to touch
the dark stain of old blood.
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