The Crow Page #5
- R
- Year:
- 1994
- 102 min
- 1,427 Views
frame, mouth bloodied. T-Bird
instantly on top of her, rough.
FLASH:
ENDS.
ANGLE - WITH ERIC
as he abandons the outline and staggers to the
window... where
he cuts open his hand on jags of glass.
FLASH:
Ericheld firm in the grasp of T-Bird and Funboy, one
arm each. Five bloody
bullet holes in Eric's chest.
The thugs 1-2-3 and hurl Eric backwards
through the window,
which shatters.
FLASH ENDS.
WINDOW:
Reeling backward, same trajectory as in the Flash, but toward
the
floor, in SLO-MO. Overloaded. Blacking out.
MONTAGE:
A jumble of good/bad images from the loft: Tin-Tin embedding a
page of paper in the loft wall with a throwing knife...
Shelly's face as
she lights a candle... a POPPING champagne
cork... the echoing CANNONADE
of the shots that killed Eric...
Skank backhanding Shelly... Shelly
blowing bubbles from a
clawfoot tub full of suds... Eric catching
Funboy's first slug
high in the chest... NEW ANGLE of the glass in the
window
blowing out as T-Bird and Funboy through Eric through...
ANGLE -
ERIC'S REAL TIME FALL
He plummets to BLACK OUT FRAME. THUMP. Out cold.
INT. PIT - RESUMING FUNBOY'S TABLE - NIGHT
Funboy contemplates his drink
as the previous scene reverbs.
FUNBOY:
More fun than a torture
chamber.
Tin-Tin's pocket pager goes BEEP and startles them all. Skank
nearly shoots it, jumpy. Tin-Tin pulls back on a black leather
trenchcoat after clicking off the pager.
TIN-TIN
I hate this goddamn
thing...
ANGLE - DARLA watching them from a distance as Tin exits.
INT. LOFT - FLOOR LEVEL - NIGHT
An enormous cockroach trundles past,
large in FRAME. RACK to
show Eric lying on floor b.g. as his eyes pop
open. A flurry of
dark motion as the crow flies past frame.
ANGLE --
THE CROW -- Having snatched the bug in it's beak. Eats
it.
ANGLE - ERIC
rising from the floor. Careful. Stealthy. Watches his fireplace.
ERIC:
We have company.
ANGLE ON FIREPLACE
Huge. Marble. COld. Eric's
paper mache masks of Comedy and
Tragedy still hang there. The Skull
Cowboy steps out of the
dark and into the vague blue light. Shadowy as
ever.
SKULL COWBOY:
Having fun yet? No?
(beat)
I'll give you a
hint. Remember
whatshername?
ERIC:
Shelly?
SKULL COWBOY:
Miss
her?
ERIC:
Yes.
SKULL COWBOY:
Kill the men who killed you both,
and the Day of the Dead will be
your reunion.
The Skull Cowboy
prestidigitates a flat throwing knife(like Tin-
Tin's). Eric's gaze
follow it closely.
SKULL COWBOY (CONT'D)
You must use your eyes.
He
points to the crow.
ANGLE - THE COMING KNIFE - ("CROWVISION")
Weirdly
distorted, a shared vision between Eric and the crow.
TIGHT ON ERIC:
As
he DUCKS out of the path of the knife he sees through the
bird's eyes.
He rolls.
ON THE CROW:
It hops out of the way as the knife embeds in the
wall. Eric's
ROLL finishes him up nearby.
ERIC:
Goddammit.
He grabs
for the knife as if to use it on the Skull Cowboy, but
the knife causes
an unexpected painful FLASH.
FLASH:
Eric bouncing off the bedroomdoorframe, Tin-Tin's knife
stuck in his shoulder.
FLASH ENDS.
RESUME:
ERIC:
vising his head with his hands, in pain. Too much pain.
SKULL:
COWBOY:
Get it?
ERIC:
Leave me alone -- !
He looks up, the Skull
Cowboy is still there.
SKULL COWBOY:
(contempt)
Do something
about it.
ANOTHER ANGLE - ERIC AND THE SKULL COWBOY.
A horrible beat
between them. The Eric runs full tilt across
the room, bounding to the
open window and then leaping.
ANGLE - SKULL COWBOY
as close to surprise
as he gets. Steps out to watch as --
FLIES feet
first out into space.
CLOSE-UP - BRICKWORK ABOVE WINDOWFRAME
Eric's
fingers smash into grip the tiny mortared gaps!
High above, Eric's feet shoot out the window,
knocking loose
stray shards that fall toward frame. He swings into an
upside-
down pose, impossibly holding himself rigid against the
building's side, face down. by his quarter-inch finger grip.
CLOSE-UP -
ERIC:
Every muscle rigid, quivering with tension. Hold. Then he
relaxes, and swings back inside.
INT. LOFT - AT WINDOW, PICKING UP ERIC
- NIGHT
He arches, flips, to land on his feet. The Skull Cowboy is
gone. No knife either. The crow watches. O.S. "meow".
ANGLE - WITH
ERIC AS HE TURNS TO SEE THE CAT
ERIC:
leave...
just yet.
He picks up the cat -- wary of flashes, which don't
come this
time -- and returns to the window. Feeling safer.
ERIC:
(CONT'D)
The last time we saw each other,
I didn't do so well.
(holds cat up)
Huh, Gabriel?
He moves to the fireplace. With his free
hand, lifts the
Tragedy mask off its hook. Puzzles it, fact-to-mask.
ERIC (CONT'D)
I bet you need some cat food...
right?
EXT. STREET -
NIGHT -ESTABLISHING:
Eric walking, the Tragedy mask hanging from his
hip. An
occasional PEDESTRIAN passes without comment, brutalized
by the
city. Eric, more confident, smells the night's bouquet.
EXT. ALLEY -
NIGHT ("CROWVISION")
Two men around a trashcan fire. We should
recognize Tin-Tin by
his black leather trench coat. A wonderfully rude
Rap tune, "Got
a White WOman Tied Up In My Closet, Gonna Jab Her With A
Stick,"
RAZZLES b.g.
EXT. STREET - RESUMING ERIC - NIGHT
As Eric
reacts to what the crow has just seen. Slows. Stops.
And directs his
attention toward the mouth of the alley.
- NIGHT
He pulls the nickel plated revolver from the satchel. FOLLOW as
he hands it across to RATSO, who removes the suitcase-sized boom
box
(the source of the music) from his shoulder to accept.
Ratso is a feral
skull-head; street trash.
TIN-TIN
Three hundred and your a
gunslinger.
HIGH ANGLE - TIN-TIN and RATSO
As the crow is still
watching, yet perched. A brief
shove-and-standoff. The gun deal has
gone bad.
RATSO:
Please, TIn-Tin, you know I'm good
for the money,
man, I promise,
Leslie put me up to it, please,
man, don't --
(choking scream)
Tin-Tin has just up-rammed a throwing knife into Ratso.
TIN-TIN
Ratty -- shut the f*** up.
Tin-Tin lifts Ratso on the knife,
gutting him. Ratso goes
slack, deader'n hell. Tin-Tin reaches around to
click OFF
the boom box... then let's Ratso`s corpse fall.
ERIC (O.S.)
Another satisfied customer?
TIGHT ANGLE - TIN-TIN
galvanized by the
surprise voice. He automatically draw a
fresh knife from the bandolero
of knives across his chest inside
the coat. Can't yet track the source
of the voice.
TIN-TIN
Who the hell is that?
(beat, venomous)
Come on out man, I won't hurt
you.
ANGLE - ERIC IN ALLEY
He steps out
from behind another flaming trashcan. Wearing a
long black scarf and
the Tragedy mask.
ERIC:
Hello, Tin-Tin.
RISES (FROM RATSO)
trying to process what he sees. And cover. And buy
time.
TIN-TIN
Little early from trick-or-treat,
homie.
(re:
Ratso)
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