FADE IN:

EXT. CEMETERY - LATE

AFTERNOON:

BOOM! A crack of lightning illuminates the silhouette of a

perched crow large in the f.g.

TIGHT ANGLE - FRESH GRAVE

As a spade

smooths the walls of a new double-decker plot.

DIMITRI (O.S.)

We're losing the light; let's pack it in.

ANGLE - DIMITRI AND ALEXI TWO GRAVEDIGGERS.

Scoop digger parked f.g. towering gothic-style

church b.g. Rolls of astro turf. They look up toward the sky.

ALEXI:

Snow, maybe?

DIMITRI:

What, you gonna ski on this?

He indicates the mound

of fresh dirt. Spits into the grave.

DIMITRI (CONT'D)

Come on, let's bag this. It's

beer time.

Alexi nods and unfurls the tarp over the

dirt.

LOW ANGLE TRACKING SHOT - FLOWERS ON GRAVES

As we MOVE alongside

a pair of canvas-sided combat boots, as the

wearer collects the most

lively flowers from each grave in

sequence.

TIGHT ANGLE - THE CROW

Cemetery DEFOCUSED b.g. Large, glossy-black, the bird follows

the arc of

movement in the previous shot. Ruffles its feathers

as it begins to

sprinkle rain.

ANGLE - ELLY - RESUMING HER MOTION

A dirty-blondish

tenement KID of eleven, clad in a blend of cast-

offs and hand-me-downs;

her version of street punk chic. She

totes a skateboard under one arm

(itself a berserk Jackson

Pollock chaos of band stickers, silver marker

and graffiti, with

day-glo wheels), and transfers her impromptu bouquet

so she may

unzip a flap and hike up a ragged hood against the rain. She

stops to watch the grave diggers pack up and EXIT b.g.

ELLY:

Guess the

picnic got rained out.

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