BLACK. It's everywhere. It swallows the screen. And so we stare
into a sea of BLACK.
I saw a severed head once. Except for the,
paleness, it looked healthy, well-fed.
The end came abruptly you could tell
'cause the mouth froze in mid-sentence.
"Shh. ," the curled lips attempted. Like
it started saying "shucks" or "Shirley"
or... "shit happens." Your eyes don't
forget things like that. Like you don't
forget the sound animals make when
they're humping. Primal.
Raw. They endure
in you forever because the senses have a
brain all their own and they recall long
after you've succumbed to the la-la of
(a pregnant beat)
Sometimes when it's dark out,-so dark
it's black, I'll see HIM.
And it starts all over again.
From this blackness, a streak of LIGHTNING splits the night sky.
EXT. SKY - NIGHT
We are in the eye of a STORM, an angry mass of clo uds raging
o f a howling WIND. across the black sky..It brings RAIN and THUNDER an d the swirl
An ENTITY emerges from this moist darkness.
weather and advances into our scope of visibilityies through the
A FLASH, of lightning erupts and it illuminates the sky. We SEE
the approaching entity as it hovers before us.
It's a man.
It's a man, plus.
It's a SUPERHERO,
garbed in an elastic dark-grey outfit - a faded RED CAPE extends b
ehind him, thrashing against the wind and rain.
This Superhero (30). Unshaven.
Disheveled. Worn. A face
chiselled with mileage.
In the eyes, we can see his soul. Intense. Fierce. An exposed
nerve, snagged in a fish hook.
He hangs in the air, tired, rain-soaked, pissed-off.
He stares down at the earth below and he beholds the saturated
visage of SHEEPSHEAD BAY, a seaside Brooklyn neighborhood.
And from the bowels of his very soul, this Superhero belches a
thunderous ROAR. He pivots in the air and dives toward land.
He slices through the downpour, arms extended, body erect,
engulfed in the dimensions of his cape.
The ground approaches, fast. He accelerates as if to embrace it.
Velocity sucks up all remaining space and there is IMPACT.
An EXPLOSION as he rips through the street surface, penetrating
the asphalt - head first. Debris and concrete spew from the
ruptured orifice as he disappears inside.
There is an expulsion of subterranean pressure and it launches
nearby manhole LIDS from their spots - they bounce and CLANG
down the street like loose change.
The rain continues its onslaught.
INT. APARTMENT - NIGHT
Rain sloshes against a kitchen window. Where the sink is. Not
far from the kitchen table. Where the LONGFELLOW Family sits,
dinner before them.
HORUS (35) leans over his plate, eating his meal. Here idles a
man of diminutive frame, bespectacled, placid - as harmless as
low fat milk.
He sits opposite MARY (30), frenetically appropriating food. A
gentle beauty. entwined in maternal angst she is estrogen with an
A meek little AARON (8), slouches between the folks - a BLACK
EYE tattoos the left of his face. Aaron stares at the damn
plate, finding no humor in eggplant.