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EXT. ALPHABET CITY - NIGHT

The WILLIAMSBURG BRIDGE dimly visible through the rain.

ALPHABET CITY STREETS

Empty warehouses. Closed businesses. Traffic lights blinking

on empty streets. Everything seems doomed under the heavy

layer of rain.

SUPERIMPOSE:
TWO YEARS LATER

A DILAPIDATED BUILDING before us. A blazing NEON CROSS made

of the words 'JESUS SAVES' hangs askew from its facade.

CRANE to see the ROOFTOP.

WHAM! The door to the interior stairs FLIES OPEN and a tall,

thin CHINESE PREACHER in his sixties lurches out, eyes wild

with terror.

He looks back down the steps.

Something's climbing up fast, casting ominous, complex

shadows on the wall.

Too many FOOTSTEPS for it to be just one person.

The man hurriedly shuts the door and slides a bolt home.

Trembling, he backs away as a booming THUD makes the door

shudder. Raw, frenzied pounding and scratching follows...

something inhuman, determined to break through.

The metal surface suddenly buckles and bulges.

On the man's white undershirt, a blotch of blood starts to

grow. Needles of rain stab his flesh.

He searches wildly for a possible escape.

He reaches the edge of the roof: it's five floors down to the

sidewalk.

Two of the hinges on the door come loose, pulverizing the

surrounding concrete.

WHAM! The door to the stairs bulges outward as something

SMASHES against it again and again. Frenzied SCRATCHING.

The man sprints to the other end of the roof. There, on the

adjoining building...

THE CHINESE PREACHER'S POV

Just one floor below on the building across the alley is a

suspended PAINTERS' PLATFORM, crowded with paint cans under a

tarp. A two-story old EYEWEAR ADVERTISEMENT from the 40's is

being painted over.

THE CHINESE PREACHER

Looks back to the door. BAM! a tremendous SHATTERING sound.

LIGHT spills from inside. Two bolts fly in the air, a hinge

gives.

He CRIES OUT in terror.

The man gauges the distance between buildings; can he make

it?

He takes a few steps back, a few more...

Panting hard, he closes his eyes, his chest soaked in blood

and rain.

THE DOOR EXPLODES OUTWARD AND SKIDS ACROSS THE SLIPPERY ROOF.

Light from inside projects the shadow of wild, busy things

onto the curtain of rain.

Weeping with fear, the man desperately tries to hurl himself

to the catwalk.

It's too far.

He FALLS...CRASH! he hits the platform, knocking boards

loose and sending paint cans onto their sides, rolling. He

bounces, slides off the edge, barely able to grab onto a

loose board to save himself from falling.

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