The Hill (ramshackle ghetto). Then Shadyside (leafy wealth).
Then the Strip (industrial hipsterville)--
Like when I'm all alone with you
You know exactly what to do-
Over a span of iron into a downtown of metal and glass-
Ooh... and I like it/You send
chills up my spine every time/I
take a look at you/Ooh... and I
like it/Ooh... and I like it-
15 EXT. ALLEGHENY COUNTY CORONER - PITTSBURGH
Bennet pulls up beside his car’s silver twin. Same make and
model. In the shadow of a Victorian stone monolith chalked by
steel-mill soot. Itself in the shadow of a cloverleaf of
humming freeway. And Bennet gets out. And we see-
He’s incongruously - exquisitely - dressed. Tailored suit.
Crisp shirt. Expensive tie (Presidential knot). Down a ramp
into a gaping basement, receding down a dark tunnel, we-
HEAR - IN PRE-LAP - PEOPLE SINGING (badly) “HAPPY BIRTHDAY,
Happy birthday to you--”
16 INT. ALLEGHENY COUNTY CORONER - PITTSBURGH - MORNING
Four TECHNICIANS celebrating a heavyset man's 50th. Cupcake
scrawled, “Happy Birthday Joe!” Balloon bouquet, a candle.
The break room. With a window letting out on the slabs. Where
a shitbox TV plays Wheel of Fortune.
We’re in the POV of someone watching. The figure coming into
focus in f.g., quarantined, isolated-
It’s Bennet. Standing - in scrubs now. Watching the others’
lips moving, laughing. Now grabbing portable CD player, and
(pausing at the party)
Gracie, may we begin, please?
(and turns into--)
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INT. AUTOPSY CHAMBER - MORNING
Soaring tiled chapel-like chamber, floors sloped toward
drains. Three steel slabs with fresh corpses in various
states of disrepair, four more in bags against the walls.