EXT. LIMBO - DAY/NIGHT
A heavy mist hangs before us - endless and impenetrable. And
out of that primordial fog a CROW materializes, flying toward
the camera in slow motion.
I believe there's a place where the restless souls wander. Burdened
by the weight of their own sadness, they cannot enter Heaven...
Presently a second shape materializes - a FIGURE ON HORSEBACK.
A warrior whose baleful eyes shine behind the familiar irony
mask war paint.
And so they wait, trapped between our world and the next, endlessly
searching for a way to rid themselves of their pain - in the
hopes that somehow, some day...
The figure on horseback sweeps past us, disappearing once again
into the mists of time.
... they will be reunited with the ones they love.
EXT. DOCS, COMMERCIAL WATERFRONT - NIGHT
Present day. The Crow settles on a shipping container, tilts
its head, watching...
"CITY OF ANGELS - OCTOBER 29TH - LA NOCHE DE SAN LUCAS"
CLOSE ON A PAIR OF HANDS tearing open a tiny glassine envelope
filled with powder - our drug du jour - Trinity. The face of
the envelope has been stamped with an image - a cartoon imp with
a shit-eating gring giving us the thumbs-up sign.
A MAN lowers his face to the envelope, snorts up the powder.
The man discards the glassine envelope...
FOLLOWING THE ENVELOPE
as it flutters to the ground, landing "imp-side" up. Let the
PULL BACK TO REVEAL
Garbage-poisoned waters wreathed in fog. Although once part of
a thriving shipping industry, decades of decline have seen these
docks become a hellish dumping ground. Case in point:
A FATHER AND HIS YOUNG SON
are kneeling next to one another at the end of a pier, their
arms linked together, then tied behind their backs. DANNY CORVEN
(8) is quietly sobbing. ASHE (late 20s), tries to calm the frightened
I'm sorry, Dad...I'm sorry... I didn't mean to look...
It's okay, Danny. It's okay...
A bright light comes on. Ashe and Danny turn their heads to avoid
A camcorder lens as it auto-focuses, bringing Danny's distorted
face into view via the lens' reflection.