The Crow Page #7

T-BIRD

(interposing)

Whoa, hey, whoa.

(hands up)

Business.

He lifts a small carton onto the counter.

GIDEON:

Whatcha got?

NEW ANGLE - COUNTER

Transaction time. T-Bird

passes items through the screen slot

and Gideon gives each one cursory,

doubtful inspection.

T-BIRD

Coupla more rings... 24k.

GIDEON:

18k.

Crap.

T-BIRD

...necklace... pearls...

GIDEON:

Nineteen bucks at

Sears. Fake,

T-BIRD

Leather purse...

He hands though the bag rested

from the woman.

GIDEON:

What's this -- a little, ah,

bloodstain,

right?

(doesn't matter)

Fifty bucks for the box, and I'm

doin'

you a --

T-BIRD

Yeah, I know, fatso. Do us all a

favor. Make Top

Dollar smile.

SKANK:

You wouldn't want Top Dollar not

to smile.

Mention of Top Dollar clams Gideon efficiently up. He hands

over the

cash to T-Bird with a grimace.

EXT. ROOFTOP - ON ERIC - NIGHT

Eric

stares upward at the crow as it drops like a bomber from

the night sky,

flying past him, skimming the roof, leading him

on. Eric exhales,

shrugs, feeling mocked by the bird.

ERIC:

All right.

And he takes off

on a run. Only to stumble and fall. But the

falls turns into a TUMBLING

ROLL that lands Eric back on his feet

still moving. He looks back as if

to ask:
"Did I do that?" and

runs out of the frame.

ANOTHER ANGLE -

PICKING UP ERIC ON THE RUN.

as he squints towards the crow and does his

best to keep up.

TRACK WITH HIM to the edge of the roof, heavily misted

in rain.

He jumps a negligible gap to the next lower roof. The next

roof-top is a one-story jump down. Eric clears the jump with a

WOOF of

air. Keeping his eyes on the flying crow; gaining

strength. His next

leap is more like a broad-jump. Athletic.

FAST MOVING ANGLE - THE CROW

keeping airborne, keeping ahead.

MOVING ANGLE - ERIC

Eyes confidently

on the sky as he arches out into space...

UP ANGLE FROM STREET -

BUILDINGS:

As Eric is seen to jump across the gap at least three stories

up

where there is no connecting building.

CLOSE ANGLE - TARGET BUILDING

LEDGE:

as Eric smashes into it, just missing, hinging at the waist,

grabbing for purchase, suddenly panicked, gravity pulling him

downward.

ANGLE - AT ERIC FROM PHONE CABLE BRACKET

Eric falls but manages to grab

the bracket one-handed. He hangs

for another deadly moment, then slowly,

to his own astonishment,

executes a one-handed pull-up that will save his

ass.

ERIC:

Gotcha.

He completes the pull-up, bringing his chin level

with the

ledge. As he reaches for it with his other hand the bracket

rips from the wall and Eric plummets, with a howl of defeat.

UP ANGLE:

FROM STREET - ERIC'S DOWNFALL

It's a looooooong way down.

ANGLE -

ALLEYWAY:

as Eric lands and splits a trash can in two. A beat as we

wonder

if any bones are left unpulped. PUSH IN as Eric rolls from

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