The Crow: City of Angels Page #3

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us, womblike, peaceful...

...AND OUT OF THE DARKNESS,

something takes shape - a CROW. Winging its way from Ashe's dream-like

death up through watery depths into a smog-bound cityscape...

EXT. CITY OF ANGELS - NIGHT

The Crow flies over a bridge with spans the Styx - the city's

polluted, man-made river.

THE CROW:

rides the thermals above an urban sprawl riven by fires, floods,

and earthquakes. Smog hangs in the air like an army of ever-present

ghosts. We pass over a roof where someone has painted a smart-ass

welcome mat for the benefit of anyone flying overhead - "GO BACK".

Nevertheless, we continue on.

SARAH (V.O.)

They say that time cancels pain. I don't know about that. Eight

years ago I lost two of my best friends. Two thousand miles later

I find I'm still living in the past...

THE CROW:

sweeps down into man-made caverns of pigeon-sh*t concrete and

grimy glass. Through the bird's eyes we glimpse the city's silent

HOMELESS. Automobile hulks littering the streets like insect

husks. The shifting searchlights of police helicopters...

WE PASS OVER SARAH'S ROOFTOP

The Crow circles downward...

SARAH (V.O.)

Every night when I close my eyes the dreams come. That's how

the dead talk to us, I guess. In the dark, when our souls are

off wandering...

INT. SARAH'S LOFT - NIGHT

The Crow lands next to an open window. It perches on the edge,

looking into the loft.

SARAH (V.O.)

I just wish I understood what they were telling me.

CROW'S POV (ANAMORPHIC)

SARAH, early 20s, lies asleep in bed. She stirs, troubled by

uneasy dreams, rolls over, opens her eyes...

INT. SARAH'S LOFT, SLEEPING AREA - NIGHT

As Sarah rises the Crow flits away like yesterday's memory. Sarah's

not sure whether or not she dreamed the bird. GABRIEL, the cat

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