The Crow Page #6

NGO NWA:

(why give me this?)

Nonetheless, Nwa accepts the blade. It gleams. Hypnotic. Even

Nwa has

to admire it. Turns it so the blade is pointed at his

sternum. His

attitude indicates Lao is too far away to do

anything untoward.

LAO:

(sinister punchline)

Lao spins through the air and HEEL-KICKS the blade

THROUGH Nwa's

chest, pinning him to the door. It's over so fast the gasp

of

astonishment never escapes Nwa. Lao is much more than merely

treacherous, he is extremely capable.

LAO:

(in perfect English)

When I spoke of an offering, I

didn't mean an offering to you.

INT.

CORRIDOR - NIGHT (CONTINUOUS)

Grange, standing out of arm's reach in the

corridor, kills both

Bodyguards with a double headshot as they turn in

greeting as the

door OPENS.

ANOTHER ANGLE - CORRIDOR - LAO, GRANGE, AND

CORPSES:

Lao exchanges a look with his right arm; Grange nods

affirmatively.

GRANGE:

You gonna smoke his bones now, or

however it

is you do it?

Lao smiles indulgently. He wipes the blood from the blade

on

the jacket of his ex-lord. Lao now bows to no one.

EXT. FIRE

ESCAPE - ANOTHER ALLEY - NIGHT

Eric, wearing the combat boots, climbs as

the crow leads him.

Up. He jams his hand on a rusty wedge of metal.

Ouch.

CLOSE-UP - ERIC'S PALM

Blood flows from the gash. He vises his

fist shut.

ANGLE - ERIC ON FIRE ESCAPE

Eye-to-eye with the crow. Opens

his hand.

CLOSE-UP - ERIC'S PALM

The blood flows back into the wound,

which closes itself,

leaving another scar.

ANGLE - ERIC

Vising the

rail. Speaks to the night. Almost a mantra.

ERIC:

"My kitten walks

on velvet feet,

and makes no sound at all. And in

the doorway nightly

sits to watch

the darkness fall. I think

he loves the lady night..."

(to crow)

Am I alive? Am I dead? Something

else? Something in

between?

CLOSE-UP - THE CROW

Inscrutable. No answer here.

RESUME ERIC:

Almost bemused. Steadier. A hint of friendliness.

ERIC:

Thanks for

sharing that.

ETC. GIDEON`S PAWN SHOP - NIGHT

As the T-Bird grumbles

tp park curbside. Menacing.

INT. GIDEON'S PAWN SHOP - NIGHT

A:

junkyard of loot and dusty discards. Junkie thievings and

other people's

stereos. Behind a wire-meshed security counter

GIDEON reads a racing

form, chain-smoking throughout the scene. He

is pear-shaped, stubbled,

unkempt. Food on his shirt. JINGLE

of doorbells. Gideon lowers his

paper to reveal Skank and

T-Bird on approach.

GIDEON:

Ahhh, jesus,

the creatures of the

night, here they come. Tweedledum

and

Tweedledummer.

Skank riles

SKANK:

Hey, blow me, fat boy!

Just as

quick, Gideon c*cks and levels a Magnum at Skank.

GIDEON:

Blow

yourself, bigmouth.

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