The Crow Page #8
- R
- Year:
- 1994
- 102 min
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SIRENS near, o.s.
Eric listens to them, to the night.
ERIC:
Listen:
Top Dollar. He"owns the
street here." He will "erase
my ass."
ALBRECHT:
You don't
say.
ERIC:
I know Top Dollar has turned your
streets into his hell.
ALBRECHT:
F***ing A, my friend.
ERIC:
The others are called Skank, T-
Bird. Street names. Funboy.
(beat)
Watch me, office Albrecht.
Eric lifts a chunk of glass from the sidewalk. Slow and easy.
Albrecht
doesn't completely trust him. Up comes the gun.
ALBRECHT:
Watch it...
Eric slices open his palm. Blood flows. To his fingertips.
NEW ANGLE -
ERIC AND ALBRECHT
as Eric quickly daubs a crow silhouette in blood on
the wall...
then exhibits the gashed hand to Albrecht.
CLOSE-UP - ERIC'S
HAND:
as the blood retreats and the wound seals itself up.
TIGHT ON:
ALBRECHT:
and the silhouette. Mouth hangs.
ALBRECHT:
You're the one
who did Tin-Tin...
PULL BACK FAST to reveal Eric is gone from the frame.
Albrecht does
a quick 180. No Eric. Flashbars from incoming units begin
to bounce red and blue off his face.
ALBRECHT (CONT'D)
Great. Good
night. Guy shows up
looking like a mime from hell.
(beat)
Least
he didn't do that "walking
against the wind" sh*t; I hate
that.
EXT.
SHOWTIME - NIGHT - TO ESTABLISH.
A night-owl pornucopia. T-Bird enters
beneath a garish theater
marquee. The 2-bill: RUMP ROMP with
BUTTBUSTERS II.
T-Bird approaches the snack
bar. Wet, breathy mating NOISES
from the auditorium throughout, o.s.
Looking supremely bored,
the counterman, DICKEY BIRD, thumbs a porn
tabloid. So what.
DICKEY BIRD:
T-Bird. Thrill me.
T-BIRD
Business.
T-bird heads left through s steal door that Dickie buzzes
open
for him.
INT. SHOWTIME AUDITORIUM (BACKSTAGE) - NIGHT
T-Bird walks
past dust-covered boxy black speakers as we glimpse
Lance and Angelique
making history in reverse, on the back of the
movie screen:
oratoria asgood as porn films can make it.
PORN QUEEN (O.S.)
I don't know how to
describe how
I feel, Lance -- so restless --
PORN KING (O.S.)
You're
my Moon Queen, Angelique.
PORN QUEEN (o.S.)
Oooh -- I want you're
rocket right
now in my Sea of Tranquility --
Lance --
ANGLE - CATWALK
STAIRS:
As T-Bird approaches, the movie sounds dwindle o.s. He ascends
the skinny metal stairway two steps at a time.
As T-Bird nears it, a viewplate SNAPS open to asses
him. By
the time he reaches the top, the door unbolts to admit him.
INT. TOP DOLLAR'S LAIR - NIGHT
As T-Bird enters. The room is organized
around a long meeting
table and flavored with a taste of everything
illegal:
drugparaphernalia, weapons.
Across the table are a couple of
Sentries like the one that
admits T-Bird to the room. TRACK PAST them to
a lank-haired
silhouette as he turns away from a windowshade, backlit by
Showtime's exterior neon.
This is TOP DOLLAR. Who looks like a Johnny
Winter acid
casualty but is deadly cold, definitely the man in charge.
TOP DOLLAR:
Wild f***ing night. I hear our
pal Tin-Tin got himself very
dead.
T-BIRD
And Gideon's just burned all the
down to the
foundation.
Top's eyebrows go up. Oh really?
T-BIRD (CONT'D)
I:
didn't have nothin to do with
that.
TOP DOLLAR:
Bet that pisses you
off, right?
T-BIRD
Top, what the f*** is going on
tonight?
TOP:
DOLLAR:
Stay normal, T. Cops'll be all
hotwired and aggressive. No
combat moves until I check this
out.
(~CROWVISION") HIGH ANGLE
Taking in the street, the Pit, and a little
girl seated on an
abandoned car.
ANGLE - STREET LEVEL - ON ELLY.
Seated
on the looted wheelless car, playing with a small doll.
CLOSER ANGLE -
ON ELLY:
She doesn't notice someone is watching her yet.
TIGHT ON DOLL,
THEN ELLY:
She looks up o.s. at Eric, who is still out of the frame.
ELLY:
What are you supposed to be? A clown?
CLOSE-UP - ERIC
He smiles
for what seems to be the first time. Warm, even past
his crow makeup.
ERIC:
Sometimes.
He glances back and logs the location of the Pit for
later, not
in a big hurry just now. Turns back to Elly.
WIDE ANGLE -
ERIC AND ELLY:
ELLY:
You look like a rock star without a
job.
ERIC:
I dabble. May I?
He indicates the car hood, a "seat" next to Elly from
which he
may observe the Pit.
ELLY:
If you're not some kinda child
molester.
Eric looks behind himself. Who, me? Genuinely amused. He
shakes his head no and sits down next to Elly.
The music POUNDS and smoke is everywhere, like incense.
INTERCUTS of the
clientele, retro, robotic, clove cigarettes and
rubber clothing; fetish
casual wear.
ANGLE - TOP DOLLAR
right in the center of the noise,
looking downscale and dirty
in this milieu.
ANGLE - ANOTHER CUSTOMER
Passing Top, appraising him, finding him as boring as life
itself.
Undertaker chic, she stares at Top.
TOP DOLLAR:
I thought Halloween
was tomorrow
night.
An Oriental bodyguard passes him in f.g., motioning
to follow.
INT. LAO'S NIGHTCLUB OFFICE - NIGHT
Lao watches club
activity on his flybank of TVs. When Top
Dollar shows up at the office
door two Sentries try to bar his
passage. He shoves through.
TOP:
DOLLAR:
Get outta my way, you mooks.
Lao's demeanor indicates that they
should not kill Top.
LAO:
An unexpected pleasure.
TOP DOLLAR:
Bad
news. Alot of action on the
streets tonight, and nobody
bothered to
clear it with me. Tin-
Tin got himself whacked.
LAO:
Who got himself
what?
TOP DOLLAR:
One of mine. And it wasn't a
standard hit.
LAO:
I had heard something like this.
(beat)
Describe it for me. The
"hit".
TOP DOLLAR:
I was wondering if you could tell
me anything...
about a wildcat
operative.
LAO:
I know of no one.
(beat)
But
even if there is, I am sure it
is nothing outside your capacity
to
deal with?
TOP DOLLAR:
Anybody violates my turf -- our
turf -- I'll
rip out there heart
and show it to 'em.
LAO:
To be sure. Now tell
how your
friend died.
ANNABELLA, a
comfortable large, spider-in-the-web deskworker,
sits typing at a
terminal. Miked headphone in one ear, police
scanner chatter o.s. She
blows and pops a pink bubble of gum.
ALBRECHT (O.S.)
Annie?
ANGLE -
ANNABELLA AND ALBRECHT
Albrecht enters frame from across her countertop.
ANNABELLA:
Whatever it is, the answer's no,
Eddie. I'm too busy
tonight.
ALBRECHT:
Annie, I need a file.
There is a desperate edge to
Albrecht's voice.
ANNABELLA:
Speak up.
(beat; her guard up)
Clear it with the Captain if you
need a file.
ALBRECHT:
This is
special, darlin'. Please?
Annabella eyes Albrecht doubtfully.
Fatalistic sigh.
ANNABELLA:
Just don't tell me you "owe me
one."
What file?
ALBRECHT:
Double homicide. A year ago.
Las Halloween.
EXT. STREET NEAR THE PIT - ERIC AND ELLY - NIGHT
Still hanging by the
car, a bit more familiar with each other
now. A low-slung
mirror-windowed LIMOUSINE hisses past them and
curbs across the street
from the Pit.
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