Dark City Page #5

ANGLE PUSHES THROUGH WINDOW TO FRAME CITY SKYLINE...

INT. MORGUE/CORRIDOR - NIGHT

CLICKING of new leather shoes, striking tiles.

ANGLE MOVES WITH FRANK BUMSTEAD - police inspector. He's forty,

losing hair and gaining pounds.

He reaches into his pocket, removes a SURGICAL MASK, places it over

his nose and mouth.

Suddenly a FEMALE MORTICIAN steps into the corridor. Bumstead

doesn't notice and runs right into her. The mortician gasps on

impact, startled.

BUMSTEAD:

(to mortician)

Gesundheit!

The mortician looks confused but she smiles politely.

Bumstead is already moving off quickly. He obviously has a lot on

his mind.

WIDER ANGLE - Bumstead stops before a man with a moustache

standing at the end of the corridor. Older and taller than

Bumstead, he is dressed identically to the inspector. This is his

superior:
CHIEF-INSPECTOR MARCUS STROMBOLI.

BUMSTEAD:

(Cont.)

Good evening, sir.

STROMBOLI:

You're late.

BUMSTEAD:

Really?

(looks at watch)

Actually, according to my watch,

I'm...

STROMBOLI:

Why have you got that thing on your

face?

BUMSTEAD:

Germs, sir. This place is full of

them.

STROMBOLI:

(even)

Mm-hm.

Stromboli waves dismissively.

STROMBOLI:

(Cont.)

Fine. This way.

He leads Bumstead into a tiled room containing several COVERED

BODIES. The two men are greeted by a CORONER and a very thin

forensics man named EUGENE CAPEK.

CORONER:

Gentlemen. Running ahead of

schedule tonight?

Stromboli looks annoyed, glances briefly at Bumstead.

CORONER:

(Cont.)

Make yourselves at home.

Stromboli then ignores the coroner and, after a quick nod to Capek,

walks along the row of corpses. Bumstead follows.

ANGLE MOVES WITH STROMBOLI - as he silently throws back covers to

reveal horribly mutilated BODIES.

STROMBOLI:

We know very little about him. He

likes to cut them. Always the same

type of blade. A match in each

case...

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