I always thought I knew the punchline.
But I guess the joke's on me now.
He laughs. The INTRUDER seems to regard Blake a moment--
--then, with incredible strength, he LIFTS BLAKE OVER HIS
HEAD AND THROWS BLAKE THROUGH THE WINDOW. Blake never makes a
sound as he plummets to the sidewalk.
EXT. STREET - EVENING
Blake's dead body. His eyes are wide open, not in
fear, but in resignation. As BLOOD starts to POOL behind his
head, we move to the happy face pin Blake wore, now on the
sidewalk by his neck. We slowly ZOOM IN on the pin as blood
DRIPS on it
. when the pin is WASHED AWAY.
EXT. STREET - LATER (TIME CUT)
A SHOPKEEPER has his HOSE out, spraying off the blood from
the sidewalk. Blake's body is gone, a CHALK OUTLINE in its
place. A COP comes running up to the Shopkeeper.
Hey! This is still a goddamn crime scene!
It's been over four hours, I got a
business to run--
As they argue, we're back following the happy face pin, as
the water carries it to a DRAIN--
--when someone picks the pin up. We're in this person's POV
as he studies the pin for a moment before pocketing it.
We never see his face. We move from his POV--
--to across the street, arriving at a NEWS STAND. People at
the news stand stare at. the crime scene. At the cop still
arguing with the shopkeeper, the patrol cars, the yellow
tape. At the MEDICAL EXAMINER zipping up Blake's BODY BAG.
Other people at the news stand ignore the scene and peruse
the magazines and periodicals, most of which have
inflammatory headlines regarding the tense atmosphere
currently in the world--a Newsweek headline reads "War?", The
New York Times:
"China Moves Battleships near Taiwanese
Waters," The New York Post, over a PHOTO of the President
with Dr. Manhattan: "What Me Worry?"
The NEWS VENDOR notices a MAN frowning at the papers.