The principal did'nothing. Like
schoolyard terrorism is no worse than
being tardy. What's the matter with
education? Back when, you could go to
school and learn about Betsy Ross and...
mollusks and... not get stabbed on the
INT. SUBWAY TUNNEL - NIGHT
A subway TRAM idles by a passenger ramp. STEAM hisses from its
side and plumes into a wall of white mist.
And from this cloud of angry vapors, a figure appears. He
surfaces from the dark subway tunnel, a cool nonchalance in his
It is the Superhero, his identity safely concealed under the
collar of a tattered TRENCHCOAT. He traverses the loading deck,
PASSENGERS boarding and disembarking around him.
He wades through them - to a deserted section of the subway. He
strolls over to a CIGARETTE MACHINE, up against the grafetti-
raped subway wall.
On the wall, a line of profanity declares that...
"YOUR MOTHER TAKES IT UP THE ASS."
He surveys the machine. His right arm appears from the coat
pocket. Fingers merge into a tight fist. And casually, he rips
into the metal vendor like it was Jello.
His fist withdraws a handful of bills, coins. He pockets the
loot. He reaches back in and withdraws a carton of LUCKY STRIKE.
Deposits it under his coat.
And with that, he heads for the stairs - to the flooded streets
At the ramp, and on cue, the subway tram closes its doors.
Trembles. Moves. Steams into the deep dark tunnel. White SMOKE
mushrooms from its tail. It lingers in the air as we...