TIGHT ANGLE - THE CROW
shaking off rain. Watching intently.
CLOSE-UP - THE SKULL COWBOY'S FREE HAND
Black gloved. It walks a flat
silver throwing knife across it's
knuckles, like a quarter somersaulting.
RESUME ERIC'S GRAVE
The turf stirs beneath the white rose. Magically, a
parts the earth to grasp the rose.
SKULL COWBOY POV - ERIC's
as the figure of Eric Draven stands up from behind his own
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.
ANOTHER ANGLE - FOLLOW ERIC
as he weaves to lean
against a nearby tree. Looks o.s.
ERIC's POV - THE SKULL COWBOY
water-blurred, through the rain, standing with the crow perched
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
The crow lights in the tree and they meet eye-to-eye. Eric
back o.s. and we RACK to include the Skull Cowboy.
What the hell
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.
LOW DEEP ANGLE - THE CROW
Taking wing in the rain, showing the way.
ANOTHER ANGLE - ERIC
the cemetery. After a moments hesitation, he lurches
off, following the
EXT. ARCADE GAMES SUPPLY OFFICE - NIGHT - TO
A candy-flaked muscle T-bird is parked at the curb.
ARCADE GAMES SUPPLY OFFICE - NIGHT