The Crow Page #2
- R
- Year:
- 1994
- 102 min
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RESUME ERIC'S GRAVE
The turf stirs beneath the white rose. Magically, a
slim white
parts the earth to grasp the rose.
GRAVE:
as the figure of Eric Draven stands up from behind his own
headstone.
LOW ANGLE (FROM GRAVE) - ERIC
Pale. Clad in cerements:
cheap black burial suit, slit open in
back. WHite shirt. A nothing
tie. No shoes. Rain sluices mud
from his upturned face. He looks to
the sky. Lightning.
as he weaves to lean
against a nearby tree. Looks o.s.
water-blurred, through the rain, standing with the crow perched
on his
arm like a hunting falcon. He releases it and it flies
to the tree.
ANGLE - ERIC
Watching this. Wipes mud from his eyes, tries to clear
vision.
The crow lights in the tree and they meet eye-to-eye. Eric
looks
back o.s. and we RACK to include the Skull Cowboy.
ERIC:
What the hell
are you?
SKULL COWBOY:
Interested? Follow the crow.
NB. The Skull
Cowboy speaks in nicely distorted, buzzlike
charnal house whisper.
Unsettling and hackle-raising.
Eric turns back to the bird, which takes
wing in the rain, His
eyes follow it. He looks back, disoriented,
doubtful, but the
Skull Cowboy is gone.
Taking wing in the rain, showing the way.
ANOTHER ANGLE - ERIC
alone in
the cemetery. After a moments hesitation, he lurches
off, following the
crow.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. ARCADE GAMES SUPPLY OFFICE - NIGHT - TO
ESTABLISH:
A candy-flaked muscle T-bird is parked at the curb.
INT.
ARCADE GAMES SUPPLY OFFICE - NIGHT
A MOVING SHOT during o.s. lines.
Past dead video and pinball
devices. Pasta desk with an open briefcase,
coffee cup,
ashtray -- someone was just there. Then past a WOMAN,
trussed
with duct tape to her office chair, gagged, hot fear in her
darting eyes.
COMPLETE CAMERA MOVE to include SKANK, a blade-thin speed
freak
with pattern baldness, always loud, jittery, a manic dust puppy.
And T-BIRD, an arrogant Arayan, brush-cut iron pumper, who is
prepping an
incendiary. He exhibits a small squeeze bottle of
arson cocktail to
Skank.
T-BIRD
Uncle T-Bird's 100-proof
accelerator. I squirt you
with
this, you could jump in the
Detroit river and burn all the way
to the bottom.
INSERT A CLOSE-UP of the bomb in his hands as he works.
Silver
canisters, an LED timer, wires.
T-BIRD (CONT'D)
You know, Lake
Erie actually
caught on fire once, from all the
crap in it. Wish I
coulda seen
that.
He CLICKS a switch. PEEP. LED countdown blurs.
T-BIRD (CONT'D)
We're ready to rock.
Skank notices the captive woman's
handbag on the floor. Picks
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