The Crow Page #3

SKANK:

What about working girl?

INTERCUT the woman's increasingly

horrified reactions.

T-BIRD

What about her?

SKANK:

I say we leave

her here to fry,

man.

T-Bird looks casually at the woman. Smiles

hideously.

T-BIRD

No. Let's take her with us.

ANGLE - THE WOMAN

Her eyes bug in a terrified NO!

EXT. STREET - MOVING - NIGHT

As the

T-Bird fishtails wildly around the corner and eats street.

INT. T-BIRD

- TRAVELLING - NIGHT

TB drives. One eye on his digital watch (doing an

equally

fast countdown). Skank wrestles their captive, the woman, in

the

back seat.

TB:

(pissed off)

Skank, shut her the f*** up!

SKank

punches her and she sags. Then he looks forward.

SKANK:

Whoaaa --

T-Bird, red light, red

light!

EXT. STREET CORNER NEAR MAXI-DOGS -

NIGHT:

As the T-Bird slews wide, cutting sidewalk, scattering

nightwalkers, immediately attracting everybody's attention.

ANGLE -

ALBRECHT - AT MAXI-DOGS

Reacting, with a mouthful.

ALBRECHT:

Goddammit.

Mickey grabs the counter phone instantly.

MICKEY:

Call it

in?

Albrecht is off and running for the corner already.

ALBRECHT:

Yeah, do it!

(to Elly)

Stay right there!

HOLD ON MICKEY. He

points at Albrecht's hot dog. Yecch.

MICKEY:

(yelling after)

You want I should save this for

you?

EXT. MOUTH OF ALLEY ACROSS FROM

CEMETERY - NIGHT

The car slides to a nose-down panic stop.

SKANK:

(O.S.)

Dump her, man, dump her!

The woman comes tumbling from the car,

which blasts off with a

war hoop from the guys inside.

ANGLE - CORNER -

ON ALBRECHT:

Gun out, hauling ass on wet pavement. Aims at the departing

car. Gives it up. Still too far away. Pedestrians in the way.

ANGLE -

THE WOMAN:

hurting, cut, bleeding, tottering toward the dumpster. Duct

tape

stuck to her face but cut away around her mouth. With her as

she

falls into the alley darkness... straight into the arms of

CLOSE:

TWO-SHOT - ERIC AND THE WOMAN

Their eyes lock. Eric stiffens with his

first FLASH.

NB:
Eric's flashes of past memory are conditioned by the

nature

of things with which he makes physical contact. Hints and

fragments in fierce, super-saturated COLOR. Puzzle pieces he

must

assemble. Each flash keynoted by a BLOWBACK NOISE and

accompanied by a

degree of pain. It hurts to remember.

FLASH:
INT. T-BIRD - WOMAN'S

STRUGGLE:

The faces of Skank and T-Bird are murky, ephemeral, their

voices

hideous, distorted echoes. A knife snaps open. We see the

blade. Blood. Skank hits her, pow! and --

FLASH ENDS.

ANOTHER ANGLE:

- ERIC AND WOMAN

An airborne crow POV spiralling up and away from them.

MATCH WITH:

ANGLE - THE CROW

perched on a fire escape, high above,

watching and waiting.

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