Dark City Page #3

The leather glove SQUEEZES, and the manager makes like he wants to

speak. Stranger 2 loosens his grip.

MANAGER:

He left... five minutes ago...

ANGLE ON - a tiny hand pulling at Stranger 2's coat. The two

Strangers move aside.

The manager looks down to see A TINY CHILD-LIKE FIGURE.

This MISTER SLEEP - a miniature version of the Strangers, a

child but not a child.

Mister Sleep steps forward and Stranger 2 leans down to let him

whisper something in his ear - Mister Sleep never speaks above a

whisper.

Stranger 1 then stands upright and looks at Stranger 2.

STRANGER 1

Mister Sleep wants to play.

Stranger 2 smiles.

Mister Sleep steps towards the struggling manager. A FLASH OF STEEL

- Mister Sleep grips a DAGGER by his side.

INT. MEN'S ROOM - NIGHT

We are underwater. WALKER'S FACE swims into view. Bubbles spew

from the mouth, the eyes stare wide.

ANGLE ON MEN'S ROOM

Walker washes his face in a dirty sink. He looks up, wipes his face

dry with his coat.

ANOTHER ANGLE:

A breeze tugs at his stringy hair. A tiny ventilation grill high on

the wall above the sink looks out at the street. Walker raises

himself up on his toes.

HIS P.O.V. - OUTSIDE

Sheets of newspaper blow past. A full moon, surrounded by blood red

clouds, hangs above empty streets.

He turns towards the door.

There are TWO - identical.

PAN BACK TO WALKER - Can't remember which door he came through.

He takes a guess, opens one and steps into darkness.

A moment too late he realizes he's picked the wrong door, tries to

go back but the door CLICKS behind him: locked.

WALKER:

Sh*t!

INT. CONCRETE TUNNEL

Pitch black. Trickling water. A distant P.A. VOICE recites names

and numbers. LIGHT, far away.

MOVING ANGLE ON Walker as he walks. He glances around, nervous. He

feels something in his pocket, pulls it out.

ANGLE ON A REVOLVER in his hand.

Walker comes to a halt, examines the gun carefully. He opens the

chamber.

TIGHT ON THE GUN - six shiny bullets.

He turns the chamber carefully, shuts it, doesn't really know what

to do with it.

VOICE O.S.

There you are.

Startled, Walker turns. A figure moves out of darkness: It's

STRANGER 1 from the hotel lobby.

He studies Walker carefully.

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