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英语剧本《鸦魔战士》

时间:2007-10-27 21:58:30来源: 作者:
Crow: Salvation, The (2000)
by Chip Johannessen.
Based on the comic book series by James O'Barr.

OVER BLACKNESS.



Silence. Broken by the faint clink of precision tools.

Accurately, patiently wielded.



INT. MYSTERY ROOM - DIMNESS



X-CLOSE. A SCALPEL returned to its place in a neat array

of TAXIDERMY TOOLS. Long surgical TWEEZERS taken. A steady

HAND grasps a CLAY BIRD FORM. Then sets the second eye.

Unhurried. Meticulous.



A MYSTERY MAN, features obscured, sets the tweezers aside,

reaches for a black lump on the table, revealed to be shiny

feathers as he wraps it around the form. Adjusts it so the

glass eyes peer out through holes in the skin of this large

CROW. A taxidermy specimen.



WIDE, the man works across the room under the pooled light

of a draftsman's lamp, the Crow on the table in front of

him. His identity yet to discover.



                                           SLOW FADE OUT.



EXT. GARRISON PRISON - WITNESS ENTRANCE - NIGHT



X-WIDE. "THE WALLS" like a medieval castle above a throng

of PROTESTERS and GAWKERS. A POSTCARD at first, then signs

of movement--handheld placards and flickering candles

telegraph an imminent execution.



The group shifts amoeba like as... A LARGE MERCEDES

approaches, slowly works its way into the edge of the crowd.



INSIDE THE BENZ NATHAN RANDALL, father of the victim

comforts ERIN RANDALL, seventeen year old sister, as she

looks up in terror at the bodies pressed against the car,

the throng between the car and the prison entrance. The

car stops.



                      ERIN

          Why are there so many?



                      RANDALL

          Just hold on to me.



THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD--a Protestor's poster visible.

"Remember the Victim." With a picture of LAUREN RANDALL,

the deceased, who bears a striking resemblance to surviving

sister Erin. And another sign--"Happy Birthday Alex."





                                                        2.





                      ERIN

          It's because they're doing this on

          his birthday.



She takes a deep breath, they get out of the car and...



WITH THE RANDALLS as they make their way through the throng

toward a special entrance marked "WITNESSES," nearly within

reach when WHOMP.



Erin shields her face as a BRIGHT LIGHT comes on. OVER TV

REPORTER BARBARA GONZALEZ Action Newsteam addressing the

Nathans. Speaking into a mic.



                      GONZALEZ

          Mr. Randall. Sir. Do you think

          this execution will bring you a

          sense of closure?



Nathan pushes past Gonzalez, taking Erin's hand.



                      GONZALEZ (CONT'D)

          Erin. Your sister...



                      RANDALL

          Leave us alone!



The Reporter TURNS to the camera, not missing a beat.



                      GONZALEZ

          A difficult time for everyone

          involved.

               (then)

          Interesting fact. It will take

          about twenty-one cents of

          electricity to execute Alex Corvis

          tonight on this, his twenty-first

          birthday.



                                                  CUT TO:



INT. GARRISON PRISON - DEATHROW - NIGHT



CLOSE on a BIRTHDAY CAKE, twenty one candles flickering as

it makes its way past deathrow cells, held waiter style on

one hand by MERCER, a MUSTACHED prison GUARD.



INT. GARRISON PRISON - ALEX'S CELL - NIGHT



CLANG. The barred door opens and the cake swoops in, landing

on a small table next to a CHESS GAME in progress and an

untouched last meal. ADJUST to find...



ALEX CORVIS. Twenty-One today. Disarmingly appealing.

Peaceful. Simple clothes. He looks up from the game, at...



PETER WALSH, Alex's pro-bono attorney and only friend,

trying not to explode at this shit-eating stunt.





                                                        3.





                      WALSH

          He didn't order that.



                      MERCER

          We found the man with the scar.



Despite himself, Alex looks up. Mercer gestures at... THE

CAKE in the middle of the candles, an arm made of frosting

with a large ZIGZAG marking on the forearm, also frosting.



FAVORING ALEX looking from the cake up to Mercer, who nods

at the candles.



                      MERCER (CONT'D)

          Go ahead. Make a wish.



                      WALSH

               (intense whisper)

          Get it out of here.



Alex focusses on the chess board. Tries to anyway.



                                                  CUT TO:



EXT. GARRISON PRISON - NIGHT



FLASH. The harsh Newsteam video light WHUMPS on,

illuminating a WRINKLED OLD WOMAN.



                      OLD WOMAN

          Yes, I've come to a lot of these

          over the years, but this one has

          many unique aspects. Youth of the

          condemned. That's unusual. Fifty

          three stab wounds. Kind of a record.



                      GONZALEZ'S VOICE

          And Corvis still maintaining his

          innocence.



                      OLD WOMAN

          Oh, they all say that.



                                                  CUT TO:



EXT. GARRISON PRISON - WITNESS ENTRANCE - NIGHT



FLASH. A nervous, not to say shifty looking THOMAS "TOMMY"

LEONARD, thirty five year old key witness in the trial,

talks to Gonzalez under the hot video light.



                      TOMMY

          I don't fault him saying I lied on

          the stand. Facing the chair, you

          do what you gotta do. But I saw

          those two fighting that night.



Tommy shifts uncomfortably, silent as we HOLD a long beat.





                                                        4.





                      TOMMY (CONT'D)

          I didn't lie.



                                                  CUT TO:



INT. GARRISON PRISON - ALEX'S CELL - NIGHT



CLOSE. A Chess piece, a CASTLE, shoved at CAMERA. ADJUST

to INCLUDE ALEX.



He breathes deliberately, trying to hold it together. His

hand shakes as he removes it from the piece.



                      WALSH

          You ok?



Alex gets up, crosses to a small ledge on the other side

of the cell that holds a few books and pictures. He finds...



A PICTURE OF LAUREN AND ALEX In a grove of tall trees. A

self-portrait by autotimer. Arms around each other. Her

head on his shoulder. Happy.



RESUME Alex staring at the photo, taped to the wall.



                      ALEX

          What's been holding me together is

          the hope that maybe you do go

          someplace. And I'll be seeing her

          again soon. Only what will I say?

          That I was too stupid to find the

          guy who killed her? That he's down

          here laughing?



                      WALSH

          Tell her... we'll get him.



                      ALEX

          We won't.



                      WALSH

          Someday he'll surface and I'll get

          him for both of you. I promise.

          I'll find the guy with the scar.



                                                  CUT TO:



EXT GARRISON PRISON - WITNESS ENTRANCE - NIGHT



FLASH. Four UNIFORMED COPS--DUTTON, ERLICH, LARKIN and

TOOMEY--in the harsh news light.



Erlich holds a CANE in one hand. Larkin and Toomey are

twosie monkeys, smoking cigarettes with eerie simultaneity.



                      ERLICH

          This mystery man with the scar...

               (indicates forearm)

          ...the zigzag, whatever.





                                                        5.





Erlich gives a long-suffering look. Like it's preposterous.

But he's too gentlemanly to say it.



                      ERLICH (CONT'D)

          We couldn't find him. And,

          obviously, the jury didn't buy it.



                      GONZALEZ

          Some people here seem to.



                      DUTTON

          People here are protesting the

          execution of a kid just turning

          twenty-one. A kid who had a tough

          life. No parents, no dough. Always

          had to fight for everything. It's

          a tragedy, it really is. But I

          don't see a single sign telling me

          Alex Corvis is innocent.



Look around. He's right.



                                                  CUT TO:



INT. GARRISON PRISON - ALEX'S CELL - NIGHT



Alex still gazing at the picture of Lauren. At the board,

Walsh moves a piece.



                      MERCER

          I was facing the hot seat, I'd

          want my attorney banging down the

          door of the Supreme Court, not

          playing board games. But maybe

          that's just me.



They look up as Mercer appears outside the barred door to

the cell, starts to unlock it.



                      WALSH

          Your move.



                      MERCER

          No. It's time.



It really is. Other prison personnel arrive outside the

cell in various uniforms:



A MINISTER with clerical collar, the WARDEN, two GUARDS.

Waiting. Walsh crosses, very emotional how. Gives Alex a

huge hug.



                      ALEX

          I don't want you to watch. I don't

          want to give them the pleasure.



The two friends exchange a long last look.



                      MERCER

          Ok. C'mon now...





                                                        6.





As Alex exits past Mercer, Walsh sits down on the cot.

He's hard to read a second until he lashes out, flips...



THE CAKE against the wall where it hits, slides down, still

semi-intact as it hits the floor.



INT. GARRISON PRISON - DEATHROW



Dead Man Walking. A mini parade past the cells of the

condemned. One guard flanks Alex, another follows. The

Warden and Minister out in front.



HANDS extend from the other cells as Alex passes. Unable

to touch, but he reaches for them, a gesture of solidarity.

Mercer catches up with the group, flanking Alex cell-side.

Alex drops his hand, cut off even from that.



INT. GARRISON PRISON - DEATHROW #2 - NIGHT



The parade continues down another hallway.



INT. GARRISON PRISON - DEATH CHAMBER - NIGHT



The CHAIR, an atavism, sits alone a moment before the

entourage enters and begins a surprisingly well

choreographed last dance.



The Warden gestures, and Alex is escorted to his place in

the chair. The Guards move in, death attendants now.



                      MINISTER

          The Lord is my shepherd, I shall

          not want...



THE MINISTER CONTINUES as...



CLOSE. Handstraps tightened. WHOP. WHOP. Alex squirms

despite his resolve. Through an act of will, calms himself.

Looks up at...



THE PHONE. On the wall. A last possibility of reprise.



CLOSE. Trouser legs slit. Footstraps tightened around bare

ankles. Electrodes checked.



CLOSE. Chest strap tightened. Yanked again for good measure.

ALEX gasps. It's hard to breathe now with the strap tight

across his chest.



CLOSE. Copper mesh. Pieces of sponge jerry-sewn onto it,

the irregular stitching giving it an unsettling natural

appearance.



ADJUST to REVEAL this is the electrode in the odd leather

HELMET tightened now on Alex's head.



THE EXECUTIONER. Pulls a hood over his own obscured face.

Moves behind a half curtain at the side of the room.





                                                        7.





                      MINISTER (CONT'D)

               (concluding)

          ... and I will dwell in the house

          of the Lord. Forever.



SLAP. The Minister shuts his bible. WIDER. Some weird sin.

Alex strapped into the chair, unable to move.



The guards exit, jobs done. The Warden nots and...



ALEX'S POV - THROUGH PLEXI - THE OBSERVATION ROOM REVEALED

as the CURTAINS OPEN.



Two dozen observers crammed into a space the width of a

singlewide trailer. Erin. Her father. The Cops. Tommy

Leonard. Gonzalez and other media types. Prison personnel.

Every seat occupied. Sweaty and surreal. All looking at

him. IN THE DEATH CHAMBER The Warden steps forward.



                      WARDEN

          Alexander Frederick Corvis. Do you

          have any last words?



A thick silence. Alex looks unprepared, uneasy as he scans

a sea of hostile faces, settling on Erin and her dad.



                      ALEX

          I loved Lauren. I still do. I'm

          innocent.



Erin shakes her head, disgusted. Looks away.



ALEX'S POV - THE LAST SECONDS OF HIS LIFE SLOWING in his

inner perception, movement ramping down as Alex scans the

disbelieving faces.



The Phone. Silent. No reprise. The Observation Room witness

door opens. A Guard in the back row deferentially offers

his seat to the NEW ARRIVAL, a man in dark clothes, his

face obscured by REFLECTIONS in the plexiglass. As he

UNBUTTONS his shirt cuff...



The warden steps to the side of the room, nods to the

executioner who lifts a COVER off a large switch.



The New Arrival pulls his shirtsleeve back over his forearm,

exposing a scar for Alex, THE SCAR, an odd zigzag pattern

of raised welts, a pattern deliberately formed of skin.



The Executioner throws the switch. ON ALEX SHAKING violently

as he fights to stay alive, time extremely subjective now

as he chokes out...



                      ALEX (CONT'D)

               (indistinct, filtered)

          Murderer!



The word bubbles up as if from underwater, audible only to

Alex. Alex wrenches his head, a superhuman act of will

trying to ID the Scar Man through the reflections.





                                                        8.





THE HELMET starts to smoke. Then a burst of FLAME at Alex's

head.



A BOTCHED EXECUTION made worse by Alex's struggle to see,

to stay alive.



IN THE OBSERVATION ROOM The observers panic, horrified.

Only the Scar Man calm as he covers his arm, rebuttons his

shirt. Face always obscured.



IN THE DEATH CHAMBER Alex in electro-spasm, smoke filling

the room, the warden in real time now as he runs to pull

the curtain closed.



It JAMS partway across. ALEX expires in the char,

grotesquely burned, EYES OPEN as the Warden finally yanks

the curtain closed.



IN THE OBSERVATION ROOM The Scar Man slips out, but the

rest remain, transfixed, horrified. Erin and others in

tears. HOLD a long beat, their GASPS faintly audible.

Then...



                      MERCER

          Cruel, who's to say, but it sure

          was unusual.



                                                  CUT TO:



INT. GARRISON PRISON - MORGUE HALLWAY - NIGHT



Two guards push a gurney down a reverberant hallway far

from the in-your-face security of deathrow.



                      GUARD ONE

          Look at this. Goddamn helmet melted

          down.



                      MERCER

          That, my friend, is a deterrent.



They WIPE past, Alex's charred remains visible a moment,

parts of the helmet fused on his face and head, his body

convulsed in a pugilistic attitude.



INT. GARRISON PRISON - MORGUE - NIGHT



The guards swing the gurney to a stop by a steel locker,

one of several. Mercer opens the locker door. The

unceremoniously slide the body into the locker and...



BANG. The body hits the open door. Convulsed as it is, the

body won't really fit through the door.



                      MERCER

          Whoops.



CRUNCH. The sound of something breaking as the SHOVE Alex

into the cubby hole.





                                                        9.





                      GUARD ONE

          Why do they even autopsy these

          guys? Cause of death is pretty

          fucking obvious.



FROM INSIDE THE LOCKER. The door slams shut.



                                                  CUT TO:



INT. GARRISON PRISON - ALEX'S CELL - NIGHT



CLOSE on the PICTURE of Alex and Lauren.



ADJUST to include Walsh, looking at it. Pained. Still trying

to understand. He secures it to the lid of the case already

containing the neatly packed chess set. Closes it. Bows

his head.



                                                  CUT TO:



EXT. GARRISON PRISON - NIGHT



The protestors are gone, as is the Newsteam, but the four

Cops are still there, Larkin and Toomey synchro-smoking.



They look up as the Randalls emerge shaken from the Witness

entrance.



FAVORING NATHAN RANDALL He speaks softly to Erin, who's

leaning against him.



                      RANDALL

               (to Erin)

          I'll meet you atthe car, honey.



She continues on and Randall crosses to the cops, who wait

patiently to see what he'll say. Finally...



                      DUTTON

          We all wish this had ended better.

          Sir.



Randall nods. Like that's all anyone could say. As he walks

off the Cops fall into easy chatter. CUT TO:



INT. MYSTERY ROOM - DIMNESS



CLOSE. A face slides into frame in PROFILE, too tight to

be recognizable.



Just an eye, peering...



EYE'S POV - THROUGH A MAGNIFYING GLASS A coarse ZIGZAG

stitch shaped like the Scar runs the length of the Crow's

underbelly. The end stitch now tied with a tiny knot.



Tightened just so. THE MYSTERY MAN features obscured still,

grabs a bent surgical SCISSORS, snips the excess thread.

Smoothes black feathers into place, hiding the stitching

on...





                                                       10.





THE CROW Finished. The Man gets up, leaves.



CAMERA PUSHING on the Bird's head as we HEAR a door shut,

still PUSHING on the glass eye that BLINKS now.



                                                  CUT TO:



INT. GARRISON PRISON - MORGUE - NIGHT



INSIDE THE LOCKER. A human EYE BLINKS. Barely visible in

the darkness. Alex KICKS with a YELL and...



IN THE MORGUE.  The locker door flies open and Alex spills

onto the floor. Gropes a few seconds on hands and knees

before a SHADOW passes over him evoking a primitive

response. He cowers, looks up at...



A LARGE CROW flutters through the bars of a high window,

lands near him on the floor. It looks at him, then flaps

its way up to the autopsy countertop, cocks its head. Follow

me.



ALEX strains to pull himself up on the gurney that brought

him here.



HIS POV as he slowly rises above the gurney--the Crow in

front of a mirror over the splash sink. It flies off,

revealing Alex's reflection. Charred. Hideous.



ALEX drops back to the floor with a SCREAM. Turns, sees

himself in a stainless door and SMASHES it with his fist...



THE BASHED STAINLESS DOOR the word "MORGUE," painted on

the wall behind Alex, brought into focus at the center of

the concavity. ALEX thrashes, trying to avoid his

reflection, but the dim mirrors have him surrounded.



THE CROW flaps down, crazed too, as if in empathy. CAWING

loudly, finally getting Alex's attention. ALEX settles,

hazards another look at his reflection in stainless steel.



His body looks less misshapen now. He looks at his arms,

hands, no longer burned. Pulls himself up on the gurney

again, cautiously.



OVER ALEX as he slowly rises above the gurney a second

time, looks in the mirror. His body miraculously HEALED,

covered by shredded clothing.



His face obscured by the meltdown helmet. He slowly

approaches the mirror on unsteady feet.



                      ALEX

               (to his own

               reflection)

          What happened?



Alex starts to tear away the helmet and gets a first

frightening FLASH as his fingers touch it...





                                                       11.





ALEX'S INTERNAL POV - FLASHBACK A blitz return to his own

execution. The copper screen, the helmet lowered into place.

Electro-spasm. The faintest glimpse of a jagged scar seen

darkly.



RESUME -ALEX clutching the helmet on his head, ripping it

off in one painful OVERCRANKED movement and...



OVER ALEX, IN THE MIRROR It's Alex, and yet not. His face

marked with the Crow MASK, jagged WARPAINT where the melted

helmet ran down his face. An indelible reminder of the

botched execution. he stares at himself for a couple of

deep breaths. Then WHAM! Shatters the mirror with a martial

punch.



THE FRACTURED MIRROR Alex's mask reflected in shards as

his busy hands remove certain pieces of broken glass. His

purpose unclear.



                                                  CUT TO:



INT. GARRISON PRISON - MORGUE HALLWAY - NIGHT



The Crow hops out into the hallway, flies toward us, lands

with a CAW as Alex enters the hallway, framed against hight

walls. His tentative movements growing more assured.



                      ALEX

          Follow the leader.



The Crow flies off and Alex follows, to... A DOOR marked

"No Unauthorized Entry." As they pass through...



INT. GARRISON PRISON - SECURITY BOOTH - NIGHT



CLOSE on a MONITOR, a SCHEMATIC MAP of the prison. A small

red light FLASHES. The GUARD keys a communications radio.



                      RADIO GUARD

          We've got unauthorized movement in

          "B five."



INT. GARRISON PRISON - MORGUE HALLWAY - NIGHT



WITH the LEGS of a Guard walking quickly. REVEAL Mercer.

His RADIO crackling.



                      MERCER

               (into radio)

          Mercer. I'm on it.



He passes through the "No Unauthorized Entry" door into...



INT. GARRISON PRISON - "B-5" HALLWAY - NIGHT



Empty. Bars at the far end spell seriously secure territory.

Mercer moves cautiously up the empty hallway, stops as...

The Crow hops out from a side hallway. Drawing him on.





                                                       12.





                      MERCER

               (into radio)

          Found our intruder. It's got a

          beak and a death wish.



Mercer pulls out his NIGHTSTICK, loses the bird as it hops

back THROUGH BARS into...



INT. GARRISON PRISON - ALEX'S CELL - NIGHT



Alex looks around his now empty cell. On the wall is a

rectangle, clearer than the wall around it, where the

photograph of Alex and Lauren had been before Walsh removed

it. Alex goes up to thewall and touches the spot.



FLASH! ALEX'S INTERNAL POV FLASH of LAUREN, laughing as

she beckons to someone, Alex, who joins her in frame as we

hear the whir of the camera auto-timer. A click, as the

picture is taken. Alex and Lauren are frozen in the pose

of Alex's photograph.



RESUME The picture is gone. Alex, perplexed, stands looking

at the blank spot on the wall for a moment. He turns and

exits the cell...



INT. GARRISON PRISON - DEATHROW - NIGHT



Mercer is peering through the double-barred gate at the

end of the row as Alex emerges from his former cell.



                      MERCER

               (still into radio)

          Get me some backup. We got one

          loose on the row.

               (through the bars

               to Alex)

          Now who the fuck are you?



Alex looks up, sees Mercer and FLASH...



ALEX'S INTERNAL POV A pop of Mercer bringing the birthday

cake. A wash of flame, twenty one candles. A blip of Walsh.

Of a White King.



RESUME Alex perplexed, looking at the cake still littering

the floor of his ex-cell, candles melted down. Mercer works

his way through the double-barred doors onto the row.



                      MERCER (CONT'D)

          And what have you done to your

          face there beauty queen?



The INMATE occupying the cell next to Alex's peers out

through the bars, vanishes again as Mercer WHOPS the bars

once with his nightstick.



                      ALEX

          It's my birthday.





                                                       13.





                      MERCER

          Yeah, well... here's a present for

          you.



WHOOSH. Mercer swings his NIGHTSTICK at Alex's head. Alex

catches it, instinctively in one hand. Mercer reaches for...



A RED PANIC BUTTON hanging off his guard belt. Mercer slams

it. FAVORING ALEX lets go of the stick, looks at his own

hand, surprised.



WHAM!  Mercer broadsides Alex's head with the stick. Alex

goes down shocked, not from pain, from the fact that someone

would attack him.



WHAM WHAM WHAM. Mercer brutalizes Alex, collapsed at his

feet as... TWO GUARDS enter the far end of the Row, race

toward Alex's cell, one holding a TASER. Its LASER SIGHT

finds Alex, crumpled in front of Mercer.



                      MERCER (CONT'D)

          It's ok. Man. Had me going there.



Looks like it's over. The guards relax. ALEX suddenly looks

up at Mercer. Zero damage from the blows.



                      ALEX

          Go ahead. Make a wish.



                      MERCER

          Taser!



Alex wheels around as Guard One squeezes the trigger.

CROWVISION The Taser Darts speed toward Camera.



RESUME Alex shunts himself to the side and the TASER DARTS

impale themselves in Mercer's thighs. He drops fibrillating.



A CHEER goes up from the men in their cells, who become

progressively rowdier as the guards BOLT and Alex follows,

strength in his stride, nightstick in hand.



Pieces of FLAMING TOILETPAPER flung now from the cells of

Deathrow.



AT THE FAR ENTRANCE the two Guards scramble to get the

door closed behind them before Alex catches up. They'd

make it except Alex hurls...



THE NIGHTSTICK flying end over end like a throwing knife,

catching the trailing guard in the back of the head,

dropping him in the door, propping it open.



ALEX enters the cage entrance to Deathrow, sharing the

space with the Guard still standing.



                      ALEX

               (pats pockets, then)

          Keys?





                                                       14.





The frightened Guard opens the door into the next hallway

and bolts. Leaving the keys. The Crow hopping, screaming...



INT. GARRISON PRISON - SECURITY BOOTH - NIGHT



CLOSE on a SCHEMATIC MAP of the prison. Lit up like a

Christmas tree now with flashing red lights. The Guard

keys a communications radio.



                      RADIO GUARD

          Unauthorized movement in B five, B

          six, C three, four, five...



Another LIGHT goes on. They're starting to make a line.

Buzzers going off now. A general ALARM sounded.



                      RADIO GUARD (CONT'D)

          Escape in progress. Heading for

          the roof.



INT. GARRISON PRISON - STAIRWELL - NIGHT



The Crow flaps up the stairwell. Alex on its heels, taking

steps three at a time.



AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRWELL The Crow waits on a LANDING

with a door marked "Emergency Use Only." Plus a dozen lines

of assorted instructions. Guards' feet THUNDER below,

approaching.



                      ALEX

          I hear the pitter patter of little

          feet.



He opens the door. The ALARM is LOUD.



EXT. GARRISON PRISON - ROOFTOP - NIGHT



Dark a moment. Then a HUGE SPOTLIGHT hits Alex, casting

long shadows. He looks up at a GUARD TOWER, the source of

the light. And of a BULLHORN VOICE.



                      BULLHORN VOICE

          Do not proceed. Back slowly away

          from the fence.



As if in defiance, the Crow hops toward the fence, old

chain link topped with razorwire along the perimeter of

the roof.



BULLHORN VOICE CONTINUES as Alex follows... ALEX'S POV

through the fence, down fifty feet to the pavement.



                      ALEX

          Damn.



Alex turns, sees... A HALF DOZEN GUARDS emerge from the

stairwell to the top of the roof, level weapons at Alex.





                                                       15.





ON THE FENCE - ALEX climbs quickly to the top, where he

grabs two painful handfuls of razorwire that cut deeply

into this hand. He extricates himself, balancing atop the

fence. And looks...



ALEX'S HANDS The jagged bloodlines disappear, miraculously

heal.



FAVORING ALEX as he holds up his hands to show the guards,

a kid-like smile on his face.



They respond by raising their weapons and BAM BAM BAM.



Alex hurls himself off the edge in a hail of Gunfire that

Dopplers down to silence as he falls, falls...



EXT. GARRISON PRISON - BASE OF THE WALLS - NIGHT



AT THE BASE OF "THE WALLS" Alex hits, flushing PIGEONS,

that fill frame with manic wings.



As the SPOTLIGHT sweeps toward Alex he rolls off, over the

sidewalk, between two parked cars.



EXT. GARRISON PRISON - ROOFTOP - NIGHT



ON THE ROOFTOP Mercer and the others stand there dumbstruck,

looking down as the SPOTLIGHT finds nothing.



A RADIO CRACKLES. Mercer keys it a beat later.



                      RADIO GUARD VOICE

          Physical head count shows all

          inmates present.



Mercer moves the radio away from his head.



                      MERCER

          Then who was the fucking Houdini?



EXT. GARRISON PRISON - BASE OF THE WALLS - NIGHT



AT THE BASE OF "THE WALLS" Illuminated by spill from the

Spotlight, Alex crouches between two cars. He leans forward,

checking his reflection in a CHROME HUBCAP. A huge smile

spreads over his face.



                      ALEX

          Happy birthday.



He laughs. Life--or whatever this is--is good. So far.



                                                  CUT TO:



EXT. CITY - AIRBORNE - NIGHT



The CROW flies past tall buildings downtown.





                                                       16.





EXT. POLICE STATION - NIGHT



The crow flies past letters P-O-L-I-C-E on the side of an

older building taking us to...



INT. POLICE STATION - EVIDENCE ROOM - NIGHT



SMASH. A hand punches through a sash window, right through

the imbedded security wires, roughly rips off the latch

inside. Retracts, bleeding. The window opens.



It's Alex, on the fire escape, checking out his arm as the

BLEEDING STOPS.



Alex follows the Crow into the dark room packed with file

cabinets and evidence bins, wire lockers. And a desk, strewn

with POLICE FORMS. Plus a vertical SPIKE with processed

evidence request FORMS impaled on it.



                      ALEX

               (checking out desk)

          Police? Evidence?

               (then, to Crow)

          Look. I like what we've got going

          here. But I can think of lots better

          to do with it than fighting crime.

          Know what I mean?



The Crow makes its way to a file cabinet, the top drawer

marked "Cl-Cr."  Alex lingers a moment at the desk, eye on

the spike.



WHOP. Alex drives his hand onto the SPIKE. Looks up,

delighted. CAW.



The Crow gives Alex an admonishing look. Alex pulls the

spike from his hand. Instant healing.



                      ALEX (CONT'D)

          Ok, ok... what?



Alex opens the top drawer. Looking for... he's not sure

what. Glibly goes through folders.



                      ALEX (CONT'D)

          Nothing under "Crow."



He stops. Pulls out the first FILE out in a thick section

marked "CORVIS, ALEXANDER F." Having caught a glimpse of...



IN THE FILE - ALEX'S MUG SHOT And rap sheet. X-CLOSE. We

see "Murder 1st degree," "Penalty Phase: Find for

Execution."



                      ALEX (CONT'D)

          Execution?



But even this has little interest for him as the finds the

words "Lauren Randall" on the page.





                                                       17.





                      ALEX (CONT'D)

               (remembering)

          Lauren...



ALEX rips the drawer out of the file cabinet, dumps it

CRASHING on the ground. He drops to the floor with a growing

sense of dread, feeling with both hands, finding...



A SPLAY OF PHTOGRAPHS encased in plastic -- the

prosecutions' background presentation on Alex and Lauren.

The first photo shows LAUREN Posing jauntily, her arm around

a Snowman. She and the Snowman wear matching Boston Red

Sox caps.



ALEX'S INTERNAL POV On Alex, anticipating...WHAP!  A

snowball nails him square in the face.



WIDE to reveal LAUREN running for cover as Young Alex scoops

up snow for ammo. He lobs a snowball at Lauren, just as

she slips to the ground. she doesn't get up right away.



Alex is just a shade concernec as he runs over to her. He

reaches the spot to find LAUREN in the snow, waving her

arms and legs to make a snow angel. She looks up at him

and beckons him to lie on top of her.



                      ALEX (CONT'D)

          What are you, an Angel?



                      LAUREN

          I'm your Angel. Come here.



RESUME Alex's pained smile at the memory, until he finds:

THE MURDER WEAPON A rough looking hunting knife bagged and

tagged as "AC-005: Murder Weapon."



ALEX frantic now, spreading out the file contents,

finding...



CRIME SCENE PHOTOS In a Grove of tall trees, Lauren

Randall's stabbed and mutilated body, her neck slashed,

head lolling sideways, melds with...



EXT. THE OLD GROWTH GROVE



ALEX'S INTERNAL POV Brief glimpses of Lauren with Alex in

the Grove, happy, like the still photo Alex kept in his

cell.



INT. POLICE STATION - EVIDENCE ROOM - NIGHT



RESUME Alex full-blown tortured now, throwing things.



                      ALEX

          No! I didn't...!



Alex SMASHES his own head against the metal file cabinets,

wounding himself on the handles, droplets of blood flying

now, spattering the evidence on the floor.





                                                       18.





He reaches for the KNIFE, the murder weapon, to end the

pain and FLASH...



INT. COURTROOM - DAY



ALEX'S INTERNAL POV A tunnelvision pop of Tommy Leonard on

the witness stand. The knife held up for him by an unseen

lawyer.



                      TOMMY

          His knife. Corvis.



                      ALEX'S VOICE

          You lie!



INT. POLICE STATION - EVIDENCE ROOM - NIGHT



RESUME Alex shakes his head "no." Incredulous, horrified.

The fury abating with a growing sense of mission.



                      ALEX

          You lie, you lie, you lie...



Alex fishing through the detritus around him, finding...

"THE LIST" A list of witnesses by category with contact

numbers, addresses. Alex's finger finds Eyewitness Thomas

Leonard.



                      ALEX (CONT'D)

          Thomas Leonard.



THE DOOR TO THE EVIDENCE ROOM opens.



A YOUNG COP enters, walks slowly past rows of file cabinets,

looking down empty aisles until finding the file drawerful

Alex dumped. But Alex is gone.



The Young Cop looks up as the Crow departs through the

window and two other cops arrive. One of them Dutton.



                      DUTTON

          What the hell was that?

               (then seeing mess)

          Shit.



Dutton walks to the mess on the floor, curious. He squats.

Picks up a tag marked "Murder Weapon AC-005" staples ripped

out, nothing attached to it. Takes in the crime scene photos

of Lauren. Off the PIX...



EXT. CEMETERY - NIGHT



CAMERA DRIFTS down through dark trees FINDING Alex at a

grave beneath a sheltering tree.



                      ALEX

          I thought I'd be with you now.



He's kneeling in front of a HEADSTONE. "Lauren Randall

1982-2000. Always With Us."





                                                       19.





The Crow perched nearby. Camera circles Alex who looks up

as the headstone WIPES through frame and...



ALEX'S INTERNAL POV LAUREN NATHAN, a compelling sixteen

year old, circles making an oddly sexy version of the "Oooo"

Bruce Lee sound. A goof, a game she's playing with Alex,

who circles opposite.



                      LAUREN

               ("Chinese" pseudo

               dub)

          Your Shaolin style is no match for

          my kung fu.



As Alex wipes by...



RESUME Camera continues to circle Alex at the grave.



                      ALEX

          I'm not dead. And I'm not alive.

          And I'm remembering. And it hurts.



ALEX'S INTERNAL POV More goof kung fu, the circle closing.

Lauren laughing more, searching for words.



                      LAUREN

          Your... flying crane style is no

          match for my... drunken tiger kick.



RESUME Resolve strengthening.



                      ALEX

          I can't be alive. Not without you.



ALEX'S INTERNAL POV Lauren's starting to crack up, trying

to think of what comes next.



                      LAUREN

          Your... mad monkey... love ... is

          no match for...



They look at each other a long moment. As they kiss...



RESUME



                      ALEX

          I want to be with you forever.



ALEX'S INTERNAL POV Lauren in his arms as the kiss ends,

and she answers a question we never heard.



                      LAUREN

          Only forever?



RESUME OVER THE CROW. Camera stops circling. Alex looks up

at the headstone, silent tears in his eyes as...



                      ALEX

          What happened to us?





                                                       20.





A SINGLE BLOOD RED TEAR rolls down the cheek of the angel

atop the headstone. Alex stops it with his finter.



WIDER, the supplicant at the grave. And the Crow nearby.



                                                  CUT TO:



INT. MERCEDES - TRAVELLING - NIGHT - RAIN



A GIRL'S HAND clutches a HEART SHAPED LOCKET.



TILT UP, it's Erin, wearing an identical LOCKET around her

neck. School uniform, pleated skirt and school books. The

splish splash of the wipers the only sound until...



                      ERIN

          Dad...



Nathan looks over. Sees she's holding the Locket.



                      ERIN (CONT'D)

          I want to take this to Lauren.

          She'd want it.



                      RANDALL

          Honey. I just can't.



                      ERIN

          Stay in the car. I'll only take a

          second.



                      RANDALL

          Erin. I know you think she's been

          talking to you.



                      ERIN

          It's not that. Really. It's just...

          now that he's gone, I think it's

          time.



Off her dad...



                                                  CUT TO:



EXT. CEMETERY - NIGHT - RAIN



The Benz stops on the roadway beneath Lauren's grave. The

door opens...



ERIN gets out in the pouring rain pulling her jacket HOOD

up over her head. Locket in hand she runs to...



LAUREN'S GRAVE The tree a shelter from the downpour.  Erin's

approaching the headstone when Alex emerges from behind

the trunk. Drenched. She YELPS.



                      ALEX

          It's ok. I'm not going to hurt

          you.





                                                       21.





                      ERIN

          Don't come near me!



He holds his hands up, compliant. She doesn't bolt. But

she's ultra-cautious. Like with a snarling dog.



                      ALEX

          I was a friend of your sister's.



                      ERIN

          I know her friends.



                      ALEX

          That locket you're holding. You

          have one just like it.



She lifts the Locket around her neck. Visible to anyone.



                      ERIN

          Yeah, no kidding.



                      ALEX

          Your father gave them to both of

          you.



                      ERIN

          And he's right over there by the

          way.

               (then)

          What did you do to your face?



                      ALEX

          Someone else did it.



                      ERIN

          You're a friend of the guy who

          killed her, aren't you? You almost

          sound like him.



                      ALEX

          He didn't kill her.



                      ERIN

          How do you know?



                      ALEX

          I know everything about your sister.

          I'll prove it to you.



                      ERIN

               (loud now)

          Stay away from me! Dad! Dad!



OS, the car door opens. Then SLAMS shut. Nathan approaches.



                      RANDALL

          Erin!



                      ERIN

          Watch out!





                                                       22.





She whips around, points at... Alex is gone.



                      RANDALL

          What were you yelling about?



                      ERIN

          This guy said he was a friend of

          Lauren's. He had like paint all

          over his face.



                      RANDALL

          Are you ok?



                      ERIN

          What's that supposed to mean? He

          was right here. He was!



She shakes her head, confused, then, looking around spots...



THE HEADSTONE. The track from the RED TEAR indelible even

in the downpour.



Off Erin, as she touches the angel's stained cheek. And

her dad, soggy in the rain...



                                                  CUT TO:



EXT. TENEMENT BUILDING - RAIN - NIGHT



A street LIGHT flickers on. Maybe because night has fallen

or maybe its just a rainy day.



Thomas Leonard hikes up his collar, trying to stay dry, as

he pauses a clutch of hookers huddled in a doorway...



                      HOOKER

          Yo, Tommy. Red light special.

               (hikes her skirt)

          Even you can afford it.



He shakes his head--don't need that grief--continues on to

the next building and CAMERA FINDS...



ALEX watching, holding "The List." He crosses off the name

for Eyewitness "Thomas Leonard."



INT. TENEMENT HALLWAY - NIGHT



Tommy clears the stairs, heads for his door. Unlocking the

second lock, he looks around, alert, like he heard

something. Then opens the door.



INT. TENEMENT - TOMMY'S APARTMENT - NIGHT



Alex waits for Tommy, crouched by an OPEN WINDOW that looks

out onto an alley, a four story drop.



                      TOMMY

               (sees Alex, then)

          March?!





                                                       23.





                      ALEX

          Sssshhh. She's resting.



                      TOMMY

          Where the fuck did you come from?



                      ALEX

          Big bang, primordial ooze, divine

          hand of a benevolent creator?  All

          possibilities. Although recent

          events have given me doubts about

          the benevolent creator.



Tommy starts toward Alex, who pulls the KNIFE from the

Evidence Room.



                      ALEX (CONT'D)

          You lied at my trial.



                      TOMMY

          I don't know you, man.



                      ALEX

          Capital case nine nine dash C one

          one five. Alex Corvis.

               (flashes knife)

          Exhibit A.



WHAM. Alex pins what looks like Tommy's arm. It's just his

jacket, but it immobilizes Tommy.



                      TOMMY

          Hey. I said what I saw. Two kids

          arguing. A guy and a girl.



                      ALEX

          You said you saw me with this. I

          never held it until today.



                      TOMMY

          What's your damage, man? Corvis

          hacked up that girl like a

          motherfucker.



Alex HEAVES Tommy crashing into the window, smashing the

glass and cheap aluminum frame.



Tommy hanging halfway in, halfway out. Four floors above

the alley. Alex rips Tommy's shirt where the knife already

cut it. JACKS the sleeve down. No scar there.



                      ALEX

          One chance to tell the truth, Tommy.

          Who is the man with the scar? He

          planted this in my car.



                      TOMMY

          There's no scar. Corvis made it

          up.





                                                       24.





                      ALEX

          Wrong. Answer.



                      TOMMY

          Who are you?



                      TOMMY'S WIFE

          Tommy!



TOMMY'S WIFE enters from the bedroom, SCREAMING.



Heavy eye makeup, looking like she just woke up. OS, a

TODDLER CRIES as she throws herself on Alex and they spill

back inside.



                      TOMMY'S WIFE (CONT'D)

          Let him go! Let him go!



                      TOMMY

          Honey. Take the baby. Get out of

          here now!



But she doesn't leave. She pleads in wrenching SOBS that

seem to affect Alex. The Crow lands in the window.



                      TOMMY'S WIFE

          He's all I got. Tommy and the baby.

          Don't take him. The baby needs a

          father.



Her MASCARA runs down her cheeks, a facsimile of Alex's

mask. They share a long look, connected by pain.



The Crow cawing a warning, hopping in the window as...



                      ALEX

          Your baby is crying. Go.



Tommy nods at his wife, who heads off to the bedroom. The

Crow gives Alex an admonishing CAW, then takes flight.



                      ALEX (CONT'D)

          What did they give you?



                      TOMMY

          They showed me pictures, what he

          did to her. Evidence. Said all I

          had to do was stand up there and

          not my head "yes."



                      ALEX

               (repeats, insistent)

          What did they give you?



                      TOMMY

          A job. Construction. Twelve an

          hour.





                                                       25.





Tommy's wife returns, holding a fifteen month old BOY.

Alex unfolds "The List," passes it to Tommy, blank side

up.



                      ALEX

          Write down their names. All of

          them.



But Tommy takes a look at "The List" and flips it over...



"THE LIST" Tommy points to the Police Witness list. Dutton,

Erlich, Larkin, Toomey.



                      TOMMY

          You already got 'em. Right here.

          These cops said the needed an

          eyewitness, or Corvis would walk.



ALEX drops his head. All clear now. He laughes gently at

the sound of SIRENS approaching, still blocks away.



                                                  CUT TO:



INT. MYSTERY ROOM - DIMNESS



CAMERA CREEPS toward the by now familiar Mystery Man, bent

over his work at the table across the room.



CLOSE. A lineup of short (2") rods. One selected with a

pair of surgical forceps,



INSERTED through a hole in human flesh, raising a

considerable welt. Some bleeding.



As the man reaches for a cotton ball, he notices an empty

STAND among the taxidermy specimens. Marked "Corvus

brachyrhynchos."



He scans the table, searching, then throws up his hands,

shielding his face as a Crow flies out of the darkness,

right at him.



The man turns toward Camera but we never see his face as

the Crow wheels mid-air, flying past him a second time. As

the Crow flies up and out a SMALL WINDOW, the man stands,

hands on the desk. SLOW PUSH on the man, on...



A ZIGZAG PATTERN of raised welts on the underside of his

forearm, in high relief under the Draftsman's lamp.



The "Scar." A drop of blood zigzags, running downward.

SLOW FADE OUT. OVER BLACK, the CRACKLE of a Police Radio.

We're...



EXT. CITY STREET #1 - NIGHT



HIGH ANGLE. A police CRUISER has stopped a late model

CADILLAC SEVILLE on a deserted street.





                                                       26.





IN THE POLICE CAR CLOSE. COP I.D. "Dutton, Philip" with a

picture of the same face CAMERA FINDS working a bad comb-

over in the rearview mirror.



IN THE SEVILLE TRACY, almost sixteen, dressed for nightlife,

sees Dutton primping in her rearview mirror. He's getting

out now.



                      TRACY

          Oh no...



She jostles her friend JANNIE, passed out in the front

passenger seat, trying to rouse her. No luck. DUTTON motions

and Tracy buzzes down the window.



                      TRACY (CONT'D)

          Anything wrong?



                      DUTTON

          Let's hope not. License and

          registration please.



Tracy tries hard to keep her smile going as she looks

through her purse. Not finding anything.



                      DUTTON (CONT'D)

          What's with your friend there?



                      TRACY

          She's... sick.

               (off Dutton)

          Actually she never had Mai Tais

          before.



                      DUTTON

          But you, you've had them.



                      TRACY

          Not tonight. Honest.



Tracy paws through her purse some more. Vamping.



                      DUTTON

          If you had a license, I bet I'd

          have seen it by now. How old are

          you? Fifteen?



                      TRACY

          Look, I'll tell you the truth.

          Jannie drove us and was supposed

          to drive us back, she has a license,

          but I mean... look at her.



Dutton leaves that dangling. Circles around to the passenger

side...



                      TRACY (CONT'D)

               (whisper to Jannie)

          Get up, get up...!





                                                       27.





Dutton opens Jannie's door, leans in, slides a hand between

her slightly parted legs. Dutton smiles at Tracy.



                      DUTTON

          Why don't you get out.



CROWVISION High overhead. Tracy steps out of the car. Dutton

shuts the passenger door, points. Tracy moves behind the

Seville.



RESUME Dutton closes in. She's getting very nervous.



                      TRACY

          You want me to walk a straight

          line?



                      DUTTON

          I want you... to bend over.



                      TRACY

          Look, can I just call a cab?



                      DUTTON

          What did I say?



Tracy bends over the car trunk. Dutton eases her feet apart

with the tip of his boot then pulls out his NIGHTSTICK,

uses it to lift her tiny skirt slowly up over her butt. As

he does, she stands back up, shakes her head "no."



                      DUTTON (CONT'D)

          Maybe I'll ask your friend.



Tracy's frantic, about to call out as Dutton moves to the

passenger door, opens it and...



OVER DUTTON - ALEX sits in the passenger seat now. Jannie

shunted inward.



                      ALEX

               (mimicking Dutton)

          I want you... to bend over. Officer

          Dutton.



Dutton pulls his 9MM BARETTA on Alex.



                      DUTTON

          Where'd you come from? Out of the

          car. Now!



With insolent slowness, Alex finishes writing...



"THE LIST" a red line drawn through Dutton's name.



ALEX gets out of the car. Dutton SLAMS the door and Janie

stirs, coming to. At least a bit.



                      DUTTON (CONT'D)

          Hands on the car.





                                                       28.





                      ALEX

          Question. These hands?



Alex advances on Dutton.



                      DUTTON

          You're dead, ditch weed.



CLOSE. Dutton's finger squeezes the trigger.



BAM! The shot blows Alex back at the Seville passenger

window. Slumped face against the car.



                      TRACY

          Omigod, omigod...



Jannie's head pops up inside the car. She SCREAMS at...



JANNIE'S POV Alex right in her face, nice and dead. Dutton

lowers his gun BG. Tracy in a panic. Suddenly, Alex opens

his eyes, smiles.



Face distorted against the glass. She screams again.



                      ALEX

          You're up.



ALEX wheels around, wrenches Dutton's wrist, vise gripped.

Dutton's gun falls to the ground.



                      ALEX (CONT'D)

          Ladies. Drive carefully.



Tracy rushes to the driver side.



                      ALEX (CONT'D)

          You might want to call 911. Report

          an officer down.



Tracy SCREECHES off leaving Dutton in shock.



                      DUTTON

          That was a fucking hollow point!



                      ALEX

          I guess it's true. Guns don't kill

          people...



Alex draws the KNIFE--the murder weapon--from his costume.



                      ALEX (CONT'D)

          Think maybe knives do?



                      DUTTON

          Keep that thing away from me.



                      ALEX

          This is not just some "thing."

          It's A C zero zero five.





                                                       29.





                      DUTTON

          You're the skel broke into the

          evidence room.



FLASH. The knife moves and RIP! Alex yanks the sleeve off

Dutton's uniform, revealing a SCARLESS FOREARM.



                      DUTTON (CONT'D)

          Fuck! What do you want?



                      ALEX

          A scar. On the arm. Of the man who

          planted this in Alex Corvis's car.



                      DUTTON

          There's no scar, you freak. The

          Corvis kid made it up.



Alex glitches, hearing this a second time, then RAMS Dutton

into a wall with a great CLATTER of trash cans.



Alex all over him, holding Dutton's head firmly in his two

hands, like he could crush it in an instant.



                      ALEX

          He was innocent. You framed him.

          You. And Erlich. And Larkin. And

          Toomey. What do you think, Officer

          Dutton? An eye for an eye?



Alex's thumbs inch toward Dutton's eyes, grazing Dutton's

eyelids now and a wild thing happens.



FLASH!  ALEX'S INTERNAL POV Dutton's Nightstick lifts

Lauren's skirt.



Then flashs of a bloodsoaked struggle, Lauren's death. And

the surprise BAM! of a shot fired.



RESUME Alex thrown by this. Relaxes his grip on Dutton.



                      ALEX (CONT'D)

          You were there. All four of you.



Dutton kicks him off, smashes a garbage can over Alex's

back then pulls a SMALL SEMI-AUTO from an ankle holster.



                      ALEX (CONT'D)

          You killed her. I saw it.



                      DUTTON

          Bitch killed herself when she shot

          a cop in the leg. If she' just

          acted like a girl nothing would

          have happened.

               (then)

          So you're right, spooky. Happy?



BAM! Alex barely slowed by the shot, advancing, Dutton

starting to panic. BAM!





                                                       30.





Alex keeps coming, right up to the gun. Pointed right at

his face, then...



WHOOSH. Alex flips it around, RAMS the gun in Dutton's

mouth. He couldn't talk if he wanted to.



                      ALEX

          I'm working on it.



BAM! We HEAR the blast as we... CUT TO:



INT. "THE HOLE" - NIGHT



BAM BAM continues, but these are TOY GUNS, fired in synch

with POUNDING MUSIC.



In the hands of TWO STRIPPERS. Topless, leather G's and

chokers, black stockings, POLICE HATS on their heads, law

enforcement stars for earrings.



The CAPACITY CROWD responds as they pout, wield their

weapons.



AT THE ENTRANCE - MADDEN a straightfaced plainclothes

detective, more upscale than the clientele, flashes a BADGE

at a BOUNCER who scowls, lets him pass.



WITH MADDEN circumnavigating the mainstage, where the cop-

strippers are waving handcuffs now. At the edge of the

room, LAP-DANCERS pull one-on-one's for twenties. Madden

exits...



INT. "THE HOLE" - BACKSTAGE - NIGHT



BACKSTAGE Madden moves past girls in various stages of

undress. Smoking, yapping, waiting to go onstage. One looks

up, interested, but he doesn't look back, exits into...



INT. "THE HOLE" - INTERNET PORN FACILITY



AN INTERNET PORN FACILITY Where "live" sex workers man

tiny fantasy sets--a Dungeon, a Shower, a desk and

blackboard meant to suggest a Schoolroom. Crudely built,

but good enough for 500x800 pixel resolution. Madden stops

a second, looking...



OVER A MONITOR - THE DUNGEON SET UPDATES every six seconds,

the slowly changing low-rez version of the action on the

set--a woman tied to a chair with bright surgical tubing.



The picture refreshes and BG, the woman sneaks an expertly

timed sip of Diet Coke, puts the can away before the picture

updates again.



A COUNTER shows 132,768 hits and climbing. Madden gives a

look, like people are really fucked up, continues past a

curtain with a "No Admittance" sign into...





                                                       31.





INT. "THE HOLE" - BACK HALL - NIGHT



A BACK HALL dark, the furthest recesses of the building.

Madden continues cautiously toward... A DOOR



INT. THE HOLE - BACK ROOM - NIGHT



The door is cracked open. Madden moving very quietly now,

scowling as he peers through the slight opening.



Three guys and whirring machines counting stacks of money.

Guns on the tabletops, in holsters, out of reach.



The door flies open.



                      MADDEN

          Police!



A moment of panic as the guys bent over the machines freeze.

Raise their hands, slowly turn. Then lower their hands.



                      ERLICH

          You fuck. Don't do that.



It's Erlich, Larkin and Toomey. Three cops we met at the

execution. Erlich's cane nearby.



                      MADDEN

          How's the month end?



                      ERLICH

          Oh yes. Never been better.



                      MADDEN

          Where's Dutton?



                      ERLICH

          Probably parked near some high

          school with a hardon. Fuck never

          showed.



                      MADDEN

          Anyone at all curious why?



Erlich, Larkin and Toomey exchange a look. Madden goes to

one of the money counters and grabs...



A STACK OF TWENTIES tossed violently at the ceiling.



Larkin and Toomey scramble as the bills flutter down like

leaves, picking them up.



                      MADDEN (CONT'D)

          You leave the door open with two

          hundred strangers out there!  What's

          it take for you guys to learn a

          goddamn lesson?



                      TOOMEY

          No one saw anything, Mad.





                                                       32.





                      MADDEN

          You know why Dutton's not here?

          Rigor mortis! He's dead.



The Three exchange looks.



                      MADDEN (CONT'D)

          One shot to the head, then fifty

          three stab wounds with a six inch

          blade. Any deja vu here? Think

          Corvus knife, missing from the

          evidence room.



                      TOOMEY

          Since when?



                      MADDEN

          Since last night. As usual, you're

          right on top of things.



                      LARKIN

          It was supposed to end when Corvis

          died. Remember? The kid no one

          would miss?



                      ERLICH

          Don't look at me, asshole.



                      LARKIN

          Hey, I didn't kill anybody.



                      ERLICH

          Back off. I mean it.



                      MADDEN

          Shut up! Erlich and Larkin settle

          down.



                      MADDEN (CONT'D)

          Crime scene's a goddamn clusterfuck.

          Every reporter in town's trying to

          get a look at Dutton's body. I

          suggest we get a line on this before

          someone else does.



                      LARKIN

          Who'd give a shit about Corvis at

          this point? Kid didn't have a friend

          in the world even when he was alive.



                      ERLICH

          I can think of one.



Erlich and Madden share a look. On the same wavelength.

Erlich picks up his weapon off the table.





                                                       33.





EXT. CITY STREET #1 - NIGHT



A large CRIME SCENE marked off by tape, Dutton's cruiser

where he left it. Several other cruisers nearby, lights

flashing. An ambulance, stretcher being unloaded now.



AN ACTION NEWSTEAM the one we've seen before, Barbara

Gonzalez frontman, speaking into a mic, too far away for

us to hear.



INT. RANDALL HOUSE - ERIN'S BEDROOM - NIGHT



CLOSE on a TV. Gonzalez audible now.



                      GONZALEZ

          ... rumors multiply as officials

          refuse to confirm or deny reports

          of multiple, multiple stab wounds...



Gonzalez CONTINUES UNDER as...



                      ERIN

          Dad! Come in here!



The SOUND of footsteps racing down the hall.



                      RANDALL

          What is it?



                      ERIN

          The cop who found the knife in

          Corvis's car.



Randall riveted by the TV now.



                      GONZALEZ

          They're moving him now, body

          covered. It would appear that thirty

          seven year old Phillip Dutton is

          dead in the line of duty...



ON THE TV the Newsteam and Gonzalez SHOVED back by COPS

running defense for the stretcher. Gonzalez grabs for the

sheet covering the body and...



NEWSCAM TIGHT on Dutton, as the sheet pulls down, partially

uncovering...



DUTTON'S HEAD: Comb-over hanging to the side. Blood dripping

from crude letters carved in his bald pate--the word

"DAISY."  Quickly covered by a COP who yells at Gonzalez...



                      COP

          Out of here! Now!



... but through a digital miracle the "Daisy" frame has

been grabbed, and appears as a still now behind Gonzalez.



RESUME - FAVORING ERIN struck dumb by this.





                                                       34.





                      GONZALEZ

          Shocking even for these mean

          streets, the word "Daisy" apparently

          cut into his head by the

          perpetrator, still at large. A

          name. Perhaps a message...



Gonzalez FADES UNDER as Erin backs away from the TV.



                      RANDALL

          What? What is it?



                      ERIN

          Lauren called me that when we were

          little. Daisy. No one knew but us.



                      RANDALL

          Honey. It's doesn't mean anything.

          It's not a message.



                      ERIN

          That guy in the cemetery today

          said he knew everything about

          Lauren.



                      RANDALL

          It still doesn't mean...



                      ERIN

          He said he'd prove it.



Off Randall, as he sits on the bed, thoughtful...



EXT. CITY STREET #1 - NIGHT



WIDE. The ambulance drives off, lights flashing, and we

BOOM UP over the crime scene, over the Newsteam, revealing

the top of Dutton's cruiser, marked with a BLOODRED CROW.



Continuing upward, FINDING... The Crow, perched high on a

building. It takes flight.



EXT. CITY - AIRBORNE - NIGHT



The Crow soaring through this lousy part of town.



EXT. LOW-RENT OFFICE BUILDING - NIGHT



The Crow swoops in, lands on the roof of a low end brick

building, peers down over the edge.



Camera DRIFTS DOWN the side of he building finding a light,

someone burning the midnight oil.



FINDING a CHESS SET mid-game near the open window as...



INT. WALSH'S OFFICE - NIGHT



WAM! Erlich's CANE knocks a pile of papers to the floor

off a desk piled high with briefs.





                                                       35.





                      WALSH

          I don't know about any knife. I'm

          trying to forget that case.



                      ERLICH

          Well someone isn't. They killed

          Dutton.



                      WALSH

          It wasn't me.



                      ERLICH

          No shit. You couldn't get close to

          him. But I'm betting you know who

          did. Who's into Corvis? Huh?



Erlich flips through a Rolodex, knocks it to the floor,

then picks up a PHONE LOG off the desk.



                      ERLICH (CONT'D)

          Not a lot of calls. Business slow?



He tosses the phone log out the window.



EXT. LOW-RENT OFFICE BUILDING - NIGHT



HIGH ANGLE. Watching the phone log fluttering down.



INCLUDE ALEX, sitting where the Crow was perched, wearing

Dutton's badge on his evolving costume.



Alex winces at the voices faint but audible from below.



                      ERLICH'S VOICE

          You're the only one gave a flying

          fuck about him when he was alive.



                      WALSH'S VOICE

          Lauren Randall did.



                      ERLICH'S VOICE

          Hey. Bitches are crazy. Richer

          they are, crazier they get.



"THE LIST" The name "Erlich, Vincent" crossed off now by

Alex.



INT. WALSH'S OFFICE - NIGHT



Erlich limps through frame toward Walsh, grabs him roughly

by the collar.



                      WALSH

          Maybe if you hadn't fried an

          innocent kid...



                      ERLICH

          Who is it?





                                                       36.





                      WALSH

          How about the real killer. You

          think of that?



Erlich violently tosses Walsh crashing back toward the

window, falling by the chess board.



                      ERLICH

          If you're covering for someone,

          that's jail time. I got my eye on

          you.



Erlich exits, slamming the door behind him. Walsh starts

to get up, stops. Looking at his own eye level...



ALEX'S CHESS BOARD set up identically to the game in Alex's

cell, a piece of FOLDED PAPER protruding from under the

board. Walsh pulls it out.



It says "Q-->B5" WALSH makes the move, Queen to Bishop

Five. Smiles. Looks at...



THE PAPER UNFOLDED says "Check." Walsh sets it down in the

Chess Box next to...



THE PICTURE OF ALEX AND LAUREN arms around each other in

the woods, smiling.



WALSH sensing something, a presence.



                      WALSH

          Alex?



Walsh moves cautiously to the curtains, draws them back.

Nothing. He leans out the window.



EXT. LOW-RENT OFFICE BUILDING - NIGHT



CROWVISION: Starting on Walsh, popping his head out the

window two stories down, INCLUDING Erlich as he exits the

building, gets in a SILVER PORSCHE.



Picture bending wildly as the Porsche takes off and the

Crow takes flight.



                                                  CUT TO:



EXT. CITY STREET #2 - INTERSECTION - NIGHT



A RED TRAFFIC LIGHT. The Porsche pulling to a stop.



IN THE PORSCHE Erlich looks down, presses a button on the

stereo. Elvis from his baroque period "If I can Dream."

Erlich looks up, waves his arms.



                      ERLICH

          No, no...





                                                       37.





ERLICH'S POV - THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD A BUM starts to

"clean" the windshield with an OILY rag, leaving opaque

smears on the once clean glass.



THUD. A handful of gravelly MUD lands on the windshield,

starts to get smeared around. ERLICH pounding the window

from inside.



                      ERLICH (CONT'D)

          No! Shit!



The bum is giving the driver side window the same treatment.

Hard to see anything now. Erlich throws up his hands in

disgust, reaches for the door handle just as...



SMASH!  The driver side window SHATTERS as something enters

at high speed KICKING Erlich across the car...



Erlich's head bounces off the passenger window, leaving a

BLOODY SMEAR. Alex in the driver seat now.



                      ALEX

          The Germans really know how to

          make a car, don't they?



LOW ANGLE ON THE PORSCHE wheels spinning as it peels out.



INT. CORVETTE - TRAVELLING - NIGHT



WINDSHIELD WASHERS and WIPERS clear away the grime Alex

smeared on the windshield, revealing that we're rocketing

through a bad part of town.



MUSIC CONTINUES as Alex pulls the KNIFE out of his costume

with his LEFT HAND. It looks huge in the cramped sports

car.



                      ALEX

               (re: Lauren knife)

          I heard you were looking for this.



                      ERLICH

          You're the guy killed Dutton.



                      ALEX

          I want you to think of me as the

          guy who killed you.



Erlich pulls a .380 SEMI-AUTO stashed between the two seats.

Points it at Alex.



                      ERLICH

          Stop the car.



Alex FLOORS it and... BAM.



Erlich blows a hole through Alex's LEFT ARM, a yawning

aperture through which Erlich watches the passing scenery

a few improbably seconds.





                                                       38.





                      ALEX

          Ow.



The WOUND closes. Knife still in Alex's hand.



                      ERLICH

          Fuck. Me.



                      ALEX

          What happened to your leg there

          Officer? Hunting accident?



WHOP. In one swift move Alex impales the knife THROUGH

ERLICH'S WRIST, into his thigh. Erlich SCREAMS, tries to

remove the knife, but Alex keeps a firm grip on the handle.



                      ALEX (CONT'D)

          Lauren Randall shot you trying to

          get free. The fifty three stab

          wounds she died of came from you.

          Am I right? Ballpark?



Erlich tries to stay steely, yells louder as...



EXT. CITY STREET #2 - NIGHT



The Corvette bumps over a sidewalk, runs a red light.



A POLICE CRUISER going the other way pulls a stunt U, flips

on its lights. In hot pursuit.



INT. CORVETTE - TRAVELLING - NIGHT



Bumpier now as Alex's driving gets more and more erratic.



                      ALEX

          In Saudi Arabia they cut off the

          hands of petty thieves. What price

          for a life? Two lives?



FLASH. Alex yanks the Knife out and FLASH, slices through

the left arm of Erlich's jacket, sawing into the FLESH.

Erlich's arm bleeding.



                      ERLICH

          Not my arm! What you fucking want?



                      ALEX

          I want Lauren. I want my life back.

          I want... to know why.



                      ERLICH

          Why? Why's anything happen? It's

          all money, man. Money. The girl

          just got in the way.



Alex grimaces, then RIP, he yanks the sleeves off Erlich's

arm. Erlich looks down, surprised to see his arm intact.





                                                       39.





                      ALEX

          The scar. Which of you has it?



                      ERLICH

          Nobody.



Alex poises the knife for another descent.



                      ERLICH (CONT'D)

          I swear. It's a bullshit fucking

          story the loser boyfriend made up.



This gives Alex pause. He shakes his head, clearing the

reality glitch, looks up...



IN THE REARVIEW MIRROR Cop cars, lights flashing.



EXT. CITY STREET #4 - NIGHT



The Corvette slides around a corner, screams into a final

straightaway that dead ends into the sloping concrete side

of an overpass.



The cops not far behind. The Porsche bottoming out on a

bump now ant...



INT. CORVETTE - TRAVELLING - NIGHT



Alex's sun visor falls partway down from the jolt. He

reaches to push it back into position and notices...



ON THE BACK OF THE VISOR The CAR REGISTRATION. Alex takes

it out of the holder. RESUME Alex suddenly calm. He reaches

down for...



THE CIGARETTE LIGHTER pushed in. The volume on the Elvis

song pumped up. ALEX relaxes back in his seat as they scream

toward the abutment.



                      ERLICH

          Are you out of your fucking mind?

          We're going to die.



                      ALEX

          How can you die if you're already

          dead?



                      ERLICH

          You're him. Corvis.



                      ALEX

          I was talking about you.



Alex smiles as the CIGARETTE LIGHTER pops out. He grabs it

and the GLOW vanishes as he closes his fist around it.



Erlich turns front in horror. The microsecond of terror

realized as Elvis climaxes, the retaining wall zoomes in...





                                                       40.





                      ELVIS

          My dream... comes true... right

          now!



EXT. OVERPASS / ABUTMENT - NIGHT



WHAM! The Corvette hits at a million mph. Crumpling,

disintegrating, and hurling two bodies bouncing off the

abutment.



THE CAVALRY - CRUISERS AND PLAINWRAPS Too late. A half

dozen cars bearing down all lights and sirens. Screeching

to a halt by what used to be a silver Porsche.  The ruptured

gas tank spurting GASOLINE.



A CRUISER screeches to a halt. Both doors fly open. Toomey

and Larkin step out. Toomey on his radio as Larkin looks

up the embankment, catches a glimpse of...



ALEX battered but alive, jerkily unclenches his fist, still

holding the Lighter, glow fading.  He tosses...



THE CIGARETTE LIGHTER arcs down onto the ex-Corvette. WIDER -

BOOM!  Cops shield themselves as the Crash scene explodes

in a huge FIREBALL that engulfs a cruiser stopped too close

by.



IN THE TOO-CLOSE COP CAR the DRIVER rams the car into

REVERSE. Tires squeal as the fireball hits and...



THE TOO-CLOSE CRUISER Engine compartment ignites, a second

fireball racing backward into another Cruiser. BOOM!



Total chaos now. LARKIN focussed on Alex, seen vaguely

through the flames. Moving toward him.



WITH LARKIN as he arrives at the top of the enbankment,

draws his weapon. Hyperalert. Alex is gone, but he finds...



ERLICH'S BODY two hundred broken boned bagged by bruises.

Larkin pulls something out of Erlich's shattered fist.

It's...



"THE LIST" Dutton and Erlich crossed off. Larkin and Toomey

yet to go, but the first letters of their names are all

contained in a VERTICAL OVAL, "DELT" circled in red.



LARKIN, AS TOOMEY JOINS HIM They give each other an oh-

shit look. Then Larkin checkes his fingertips, smeared red

from...



"THE LIST" - FLIP SIDE the CROW CIPHER, rendered thick in

coagulating blood. Illuminated by the flickering light of

the fire below.



                                                  CUT TO:





                                                       41.





INT. RANDALL HOUSE - ERIN'S BEDROOM - NIGHT



CLOSE. A heart shaped Locket swung gently back and forth,

then closed in Erin's hand as CAW!



Erin turns, sees the Crow perched on the window ledge. As

she moves to the open window, the Crow flies off.



ERIN'S POV - OUT THE WINDOW - THE CRASH SCENE far away,

the flashing lights and sirens of fire trucks arriving to

bring the fire under control.



ERIN looks, wondering, then spots something closer to hom.

She moves off, WIPING through frame REVEALING...



ON THE FRONT LAWY Alex. He looks down now, at the front

door where...



EXT. RANDALL HOUSE - FRONT YARD - NIGHT



Erin exits the front door and we see her framed against

the huge house, a rich-man's castle built in the twenties

of quarried stone, quarter sawn oak and leaded glass.



Erin, like her sister, a child of privilege. She approaches

Alex.



                      ERIN

          Daisy. How did you know?



                      ALEX

          I told you, I knew your sister.



                      ERIN

          You killed that cop Dutton.



                      ALEX

          And another one. There. Erlich.

          Took a wrong turn.



Alex points at the distant crash site, the vague flashing

lights.



                      ERIN

          I know who you are.

               (no response)

          That's why you paint your face. To

          hide.



                      ALEX

          I'm not hiding. I'm right here.



                      ERIN

          You killed Lauren! You killed her!



Erin shakes her head, trying to absorb what's going on,

then RUSHES ALEX, screaming, beating on him, fists of fury.





                                                       42.





                      ALEX

          Not me. Dirty cops killed her.

          Dutton, Erlich...



Alex tries to handle her flailing arms but she's too manic.

He's getting hit in the face, the chest, and it's hurting.

He grabs her roughly, gets her to stop.



                      ALEX (CONT'D)

          I've been shot, and stabbed and

          thrown from a car and none of it

          hurt. But what you're doing now,

          does. I don't know why.



                      ERIN

          My dad was right! He said you'd

          ruin her life.



                      ALEX

          No. Listen to me. Lauren found out

          something they didn't want her to

          know.

               (then)

          This.



He holds up a Card, the Registration from the Corvette.



                      ALEX (CONT'D)

          From the bonfire over there. Look

          at it.



                      ERIN

          No! Why are you haunting me?



                      ALEX

          Because you need to understand.

          And you need... to be careful.



He tries to give it to her one more time, then flips the

card through the air. She turns, watching its flight all

the way to the landing by the front door...



                      ALEX (CONT'D)

          I'm sorry. Your father wasn't right.



She turns back and...



He's gone. Erin walks to the door. Despite herself reaches

for the Card on the landing. It's...



THE CORVETTE REGISTRATION which we see clearly for the

first time. Owned by a company called DELT. The address is

4201 Forestview Drive.



ERIN spins around horrified, holds up the Registration.





                                                       43.





THE ADDRESS ON THE REGISTRATION - 4201 FORESTVIEW matches

the numbers two feet away from her--the address plaque on

her own house.



                                                  CUT TO:



INT. POLICE STATION - ROLL CALL BULLPEN - DAY



The buzz of nervous COP WALLA settles out as a stocky

SERGEANT #2, clueless but honest, raises his voice, trying

to command attention.



                      SERGEANT#2

          Listen up! Yo! We got a cop killer

          out there.



Walla responds "no shit"--and CAMERA BOOMS UP, moving to

the back of the room over a nervous sea of blue uniforms.



                      SERGEANT#2 (CONT'D)

          Til we get an I.D. treat everyone

          like a suspect. Patrol assignments

          are posted by the door. Read them.

          No singles, it's the buddy system

          til we catch this asshole.



Sergeant #2 CONTINUES UNDER as CAMERA FINDS...



FAVORING LARKIN, TOOMEY AND MADDEN huddling together at

the back. Urgent whispers. Larkin and Toomey try to contain

their panic.



                      LARKIN

          He knows. I saw him. Fucking zombie

          mask.



                      MADDEN

          Calm down.



                      LARKIN

          You calm down.



Larkin takes out "The List" from the crash site.



                      LARKIN (CONT'D)

          Whose name's fucking next? Not

          yours.



                      TOOMEY

          You didn't testify. You're not on

          the list.



                      MADDEN

               (flips it over)

          Scary guy. Not only survives that

          crash, but takes time out for art.



He pockets "The List." Then looks up as...





                                                       44.





                      SERGEANT#2

          Madden! Hey!



The entire room looking back at the three renegades.



                      SERGEANT#2 (CONT'D)

          The old man's requested the pleasure

          of your company.



Madden shakes his head like this is bad news, rises and

leaves.



                                                  CUT TO:



INT. POLICE STATION - HALLWAY - DAY



A SECRETARY mans a LOW COUNTER guarding a large door at

the end of the huge empty hall. She's got a heavy mascara

trailer park vibe, looks up from her eyelash curler at the

sound of approaching FOOTSTEPS.



HER POV - THROUGH THE EYELASH CURLER Madden approaches.

Stops. THE SECRETARY smiles, hits a BUTTON under the

counter. The door to the Captain's office swings open.



                      SECRETARY

          Glad I'm not you.



                      MADDEN

          Right back at ya.



She checks out Madden as he moves past her, then puts the

eyelash curler away in a NAILIT containing a couple of

razor sharp SCALPELS.



INT. POLICE STATION - CAPTAIN'S OFFICE - DAY



No sunlight in this cavernous, wood-panelled office. The

Captain obscure in skifts of shadow at the edge of the

room.



                      CAPTAIN

          Sit down.



Madden sits.



                      CAPTAIN (CONT'D)

          I thought we had an understanding.

          I thought we understood that

          discretion is paramount.



                      MADDEN

          Yeah, we do.



                      CAPTAIN

          Shut up.



Madden does. The Captain begins and intense slow burn.





                                                       45.





                      CAPTAIN (CONT'D)

          Erlich gimping around in his goddamn

          hot rod is not discreet. I've got

          reporters asking me how much he

          made. I've got the entire force

          looking at this case now.



                      MADDEN

          I know.



                      CAPTAIN

          You know.



                      MADDEN

          I know the guy leaves a sign.



Madden produces "The List," flips it over to show the Crow

doodle in blood.



                      CAPTAIN

          No shit he leaves a sign. He's a

          goddamn Picasso.



The Captain slaps down a crime scene photo--the Crow

emblazoned huge on the top of Dutton's cruiser.



                      CAPTAIN (CONT'D)

          What else do you know? Do you know

          this?



The Captain SLAMS a file down in front of Madden, who lets

things cool out a moment before looking at it.



                      MADDEN

               (reads cover)

          Tommy Leonard. The eyewitness in

          the Corvis case.



                      CAPTAIN

          Some hooker phoned it in. There

          was a riot at his apartment

          yesterday.



                      MADDEN

          Guy dressed for Halloween?



                      CAPTAIN

          Good for you. You do know something.



They look up as the Secretary enters, holding the door

open, like it's time to leave. Madden starts to speak and...



                      CAPTAIN (CONT'D)

          Don't say. Just do. Before it all

          comes tumbling down.



The Secretary gives Madden a look as he exits, then joins

the captain who's standing...





                                                       46.





BY AN AWARDS CASE holding glass bowls and trophies presented

to the Captain over the years for Civic Service.



The Secretary wraps her arms around him from behind as he

looks at his loot.



                      CAPTAIN (CONT'D)

          Idiots.



                      SECRETARY

          Sssshhhh.



                      CAPTAIN

          You're the only one who makes it

          go away.



As he turns toward her embrace, CAMERA ADJUSTS to point up

something we may have noticed...



IN THE CASE - A STUFFED BIRD, on one of the glass shelves.

CUT TO:



EXT. RANDALL HOUSE - NIGHT



CAMERA CREEPS toward the large stone house. A light comes

on at one end of the lower floor, shining through the

window.



INT. RANDALL HOUSE - NATHAN'S OFFICE - NIGHT



Erin works at her father's desk under the light of an

antique floor lamp. Using a LETTER OPENER to PRY open...



A DESK DRAWER full of files. She flips through, finds a

manila file marked--DELT. Takes it out. ERIN lays the file

open on the desktop.



EMPTY. She checks...



A SMALL PAPER SHREDDER under the desk. Judging from the

paper spaghetti in the basket underneath, recently used.

ERIN scoops up the shreds of paper. No way to reassemble

this.



                      RANDALL

               (trying to be casual)

          What are you doing there?



Erin's a terrible liar, spooked as he approaches.



                      ERIN

          I think I dropped an earring.



                      RANDALL

          Looks like you have them both on.



She jumps up as her father reaches the desk, keeps her

distance. He spots the empty DELT folder, closes it.





                                                       47.





                      ERIN

          Alex Corvis didn't kill Lauren.

          Cops did. Didn't they?



No response.



                      ERIN (CONT'D)

          You're in with them.



                      RANDALL

          It's not what you think.



                      ERIN

          You killed her!



                      RANDALL

          No.



                      ERIN

          Stay away from me! Stay away!



                      RANDALL

          Erin. It wasn't supposed to happen.



Erin SCREAMS, runs out the door with her hands over her

ears. He misses a beat, then RUNS after her.



INT. RANDALL HOUSE - FRONT FOYER - NIGHT



Nathan catches up with her as she frantically grabs CAR

KEYS out of a dish by the front door.



He grabs hold of her arm, she struggles, CLAWS at his face

to get loose. Squeaks out the door onto...



EXT. RANDALL HOUSE - FRONT YARD - NIGHT



Erin runs to the far side of the big Benz, parked in the

driveway. Tries the door. The ALARM goes off.



                      RANDALL

          They killed her because she found

          out.



                      ERIN

          About you.



                      RANDALL

          About them. You've got to leave it

          alone.



ACROSS THE STREET, A PORCH LIGHT comes on. Erin hits a

button on the key ring, CHIRP CHIRP. It stops.



                      RANDALL (CONT'D)

          Sweetheart...



                      ERIN

          Don't call me that! Don't call me

          anything!





                                                       48.





A NEIGHBOR opens the door, peers at them from across the

street. Inquisitive.



                      RANDALL

          I would never hurt you or Lauren.

          Never. Believe me.



                      ERIN

          I don't believe you.



                      RANDALL

          Please. Come inside.



                      ERIN

          I'm never going back in that house

          again. Get away.



He edges away from the car, reluctantly. She starts to get

in, anger giving way to extreme sadness.



                      ERIN (CONT'D)

               (crying now)

          They killed Alex for something you

          did, daddy. You killed both of

          them.



She gets in the car. Starts it. ERRRKKKK! She peels out

backward down the driveway.



SLAMS the car into Drive and tears off down the street.

The Neighbor shakes her head at Nathan, goes back inside.



INT. TENEMENT - THOMAS LEONARD'S APARTMENT - NIGHT



WHAM! Thomas Leonard bounces off the wall, drops to the

floor.



A FEMALE FIGURE wipes through frame, throws herself on

Larkin, who's roughing up Tommy.



                      TOMMY'S WIFE

          Please! Leave him alone!



Larkin backhands her sprawling to the floor, where she

crawls to the WAILING BABY, takes him in sheltering arms.



                      TOMMY

          I'm not making this up. He had a

          crow with him.



                      LARKIN

          Caw, caw, that's what you're telling

          me.



                      TOMMY

          He said I lied at his trial. It's

          Alex Corvis.





                                                       49.





                      LARKIN

          So we're talking... a ghost. With

          a pet bird.



Tommy nods.



                      LARKIN (CONT'D)

          Turn down that fucking baby!



The baby's gets quieter as the mom rocks it.



                      LARKIN (CONT'D)

          Get up, Tommy. I want to show you

          something.



Larkin helps Tommy to his feet. Places "The List" on the

table. Then RAMS Tommy's face down on top of it.



                      LARKIN (CONT'D)

          You see that? My name's next on

          his list. It's fucking next.



Larkin hauls Tommy back upright. Dazed.



                      LARKIN (CONT'D)

          So who is the guy, Tommy?



                      TOMMY

          Corvis. It's...



                      LARKIN

               (cutting him off)

          Take your time. Think before you

          speak. Cause at this point I got

          to hear something besides the crap

          you're been spewing.



KA-CHUNK. Toomey cycles his 9mm. Everything dead silent.



                      TOMMY

          He said the whole trial was a setup.

          That I caused an innocent kid to

          die. Is that true?



Larkin grimaces. The only question is how to end this.



EXT. TENEMENT - ALLEY - NIGHT



Madden stands by a plainwrap ,calmly SMOKING.



A SCREAM above. He looks up to see CRASH!



Tommy's BODY breaks through a window four floors up and

falls with broken glass, landing by Madden who rubs his

temple a second, then calmly grinds out the butt.



INT. TENEMENT - THOMAS LEONARD'S APARTMENT - NIGHT



Tommy's wife horrified, pleading, as Toomey raises his

weapon.





                                                       50.





                      TOMMY'S WIFE

          No, please...



Her voice stops mid-sentence as BAM.



The baby still crying as Toomey takes aim again, then lowers

his weapon, starts to leave the room with Larkin. At the

door, Toomey turns and BAM!



The crying stops.



                                                  CUT TO:



INT. WALSH'S OFFICE - NIGHT



CLOSE. A diminished field of Chess Pieces. ADJUST to include

Walsh, scrutinizing the board.



                      WALSH

          Alex?



He looks out the window a second. Then scans the room again.



                      WALSH (CONT'D)

          C'mon. I'm talking to my myself

          here. It's humiliating.



Walsh goes back to the board, makes a move.



                      WALSH (CONT'D)

          Check and mate.



                      ALEX

          Dream on.



Walsh looks up. Nothing. Then Alex steps from the shadows.

Walsh looks at him a long moment, sees through the makeup.



                      WALSH

          My God. It's really you under there.



The two guys look at each other a long moment, cross the

few steps to hug. Walsh blown away.



                      WALSH (CONT'D)

          I'd like to say you're looking

          good, but...



Walsh leans in, examines Dutton's BADGE on Alex's costume.



                      ALEX

          Two down. Two to go.



                      WALSH

          "Down?" Wait, don't tell me.



                      ALEX

          The cops from my trial. They killed

          Lauren. The whole thing was fixed.

                      (MORE)





                                                       51.





                      ALEX (CONT'D)

               (off Walsh)

          You think I'm crazy.



                      WALSH

          I'm thinking... that explains a

          lot.



Walsh sits down. Disturbed.



                      ALEX

          Lauren's father's involved. He

          bought the cops fancy cars, I don't

          know what else. It's a company

          called D-E-L-T. I think Lauren

          found out.



                      WALSH

          What do they do that they had to

          kill her?



                      ALEX

          I was hoping you'd find out.



                      WALSH

          Yeah. I sure will.



They both turn as the Crow lands in the window, CAWS.



                      WALSH (CONT'D)

               (at the bird)

          Boo!



The Crow flies off. Walsh goes to the window and looks

out.



                      WALSH (CONT'D)

          What's the deal with this bird.

          It's been hanging around. Alex?



He turns toward Alex, who's gone. A double take as Walsh

gets it, whips around, looks out the window again. CUT TO:



EXT. REMOTE ROAD - FOREST - NIGHT



Far above a solitary car winding through an old-growth

forest, its headlights stabbing the darkness.



The Crow soars into frame, watching.



                                                  CUT TO:



EXT. OLD GROWTH GROVE - NIGHT



A simple WOODEN CROSS illuminated by the headlights of the

Big Benz as it pulls off the road into the grove of huge

trees dripping with moss.



IN THE BENZ Erin blank as she turns off the car, leaving

the headlights on. Silence.





                                                       52.





WITH ERIN as she steps from the car, walks toward the cross.

Partway there...



CAW! Erin looks up, finds the Crow fluttering in to perch

high overhead. Alex emerges from behind a tree, near the

cross.



                      ALEX

          This is where it happened. Right

          over here.



                      ERIN

          Yeah, I know.



She stays where she is. Alex quiet, affected by the place.

Erin's about to lose it.



                      ALEX

          Are you ok?



                      ERIN

          When Lauren was missing the police

          came to our house. They said they

          were looking for her, right?

               (breaking down)

          But I know now they had her, and

          the reason they brought her here

          and knew the could blame it on

          you...



                      ALEX

          No...



                      ERIN

          ... is that I sent them here. I

          told them she came here sometimes.

          With her dirtball boyfriend. That's

          exactly what I said.



She's crying softly. He draws nearer.



                      ALEX

          Erin. It's not your fault.



                      ERIN

               (losing it now)

          It's all my fault. Oh God. I wish

          I were dead.



                      ALEX

          No. You don't.



                      ERIN

          Yes I do, I really do.



Seeming to lose patience, Alex lunges at her, like an

attack.



                      ALEX

          There were four of them.





                                                       53.





                      ERIN

          No...



He's holding his hands over her eyes, transferring IMAGES

that shake them both.



ALEX/ERIN'S INTERNAL POV Jolting FLASHES.



A Plainwrap stops where the Mercedes is now.



A hand slams the car into Park. Doors open. Four men get

out, seen dimly, but they're Dutton, Erlich, Larkin, Toomey.



Erlich reaches back in to drag Lauren out of the back seat,

her hands cuffed in front of her.



Dutton flips up her skirt with his nightstick.



                      ALEX'S VOICE

          Four large men. And still...



Lauren stumbles into Erlich, grabs and BAM! FLASH!



He takes a shot in the leg from his own, still holstered

weapon.



                      ALEX'S VOICE (CONT'D)

          She grabbed one of their guns. Got

          off a shot, then ran, ran for her

          life.



RESUME - PRESENT Erin's covering her face, like trying to

avoid seeing some horrible thing.



                      ERIN

          I don't want to know.



Alex grabs Erin, forces her to run with him, awkwardly,

like a three legged race. Tracing the path Lauren covered.



                      ALEX

          She ran. Them breathing down her

          neck...



Erin stumbling as Alex pushes, cajoles her, the two of

them running toward a large tree, MATCHING to...



ALEX/ERIN'S INTERNAL POV Lauren stumbling, her cuffed hands

hindering, tree limbs hitting her face.



Her own panting subsumed in the panting of the cops on her

heels.



                      ALEX'S VOICE

          ... all the way from the road to

          this tree...



RESUME - PRESENT Erin still trying not to see. Alex forcing

her.





                                                       54.





                      ALEX

          This tree. Here's where it happened.



                      ERIN

          I don't want to see!



Alex spins her up against the tree and we MATCH to...



ALEX/ERIN'S INTERNAL POV Lauren an adrenaline crazed fighter

destined to lose. Her movements UNDERCRANKED, strobed.

Discontinuous and jarring.



                      ALEX'S VOICE

          She turned and faced them and went

          down kicking and punching and

          fighting them, fighting death as

          they stabbed her and stabbed her.

          Fifty three times.



The brutal cops overwhelm Lauren. She drops to the ground

as...



RESUME Erin drops to the forest floor, convulsed in sobs.



                      ALEX

          She fought for her life because

          life is worth living.



Alex panting. Fierce.



                      ALEX (CONT'D)

          Think about that. And then tell me

          how much you wish you were dead.



Off Erin, sobbing, heartbroken. Alex's fury waning as he

looks at her, wonders if he did the right thing.



                                                  CUT TO:



EXT. GARRISON PRISON - ROOFTOP - NIGHT



Armed men and barbed wire. The Spotlight FLARES and we're...



INT. GARRISON PRISON - MORGUE HALLWAY - NIGHT



An odd foursome approaches from the far end of the hall.

Mercer escorts Madden, the Captain, and the Secretary who

hangs on her bosses arm, gawking like a tourist.



                      CAPTAIN

          Why wasn't the incident reported?



                      MERCER

          Nothing to report. All inmates

          were present and accounted for.



                      CAPTAIN

          So you pretended nothing happened.





                                                       55.





                      MERCER

          Hey, Corvis fried. I don't really

          see how it could be him.



                      CAPTAIN

          No. I wouldn't expect you to.



They all enter...



INT. GARRISON PRISON - MORGUE - NIGHT



Mercer goes to the locker where he left Alex.



                      MERCER

          Be forewarned. Nature takes its

          toll.

               (opens locker)

          Bon appetit.



The all look inside. The locker is empty. Mercer's the

only one shocked. He noisily opens and shuts the other

lockers looking for Alex.



                      CAPTAIN

          You lost him! Now lay off the

          fucking doors!



Mercer stops, backs off, gives the power trio some space.



                      MADDEN

          They botched the execution.



                      CAPTAIN

          Could say that.



                      MADDEN

          Christ. It was Corvis. Tommy Leonard

          was right.



                      SECRETARY

          Maybe you were a little harsh on

          him.



They watch now as the Secretary moves, drawn to the mirror.



                      SECRETARY (CONT'D)

          Babe?



She's looking at... T



HE FRACTURED MIRROR. Shards of glass selectively removed

forming, we see now, a CROW.



                      MADDEN

          Fucking crow.



                      CAPTAIN

          Sign of the dead come back to life.



Madden turns, not comfortable with the concept.





                                                       56.





                      MADDEN

          How about sign of a big black bird?



                      CAPTAIN

          The dead can return, given

          sufficient motivation. And Corvis

          has that.



                      SECRETARY

          This guy David Jenkins came back

          as a ghost because my uncle owed

          him four dollars. Followed him

          everywhere. Ruined his life.



                      MADDEN

          Time out. You really saying he's

          back from beyond?



The Secretary nestles into the Captain, who whispers in

her ear. He nods.



                      MADDEN (CONT'D)

          Cause if you're losing your mind,

          I got a right to know.



                      CAPTAIN

          He's looking for something. Won't

          stop until he finds it.

               (then)

          Sometimes the best way to get rid

          of someone is to let them have

          what they want.



                      SECRETARY

          The man...



                      ALEX

          ... with the scar...



                                                  CUT TO:



EXT. OLD GROWTH GROVE - NIGHT



WIDE. Erin sits cross-legged in the HEADLIGHTS of the Benz.

Alex perches Crow-like on the hood.



                      ALEX

          ... took everything I ever cared

          about. Left me with nothing.



                      ERIN

          So you're going to kill him?



                      ALEX

          Have to find him first.



He closes his eyes. Pained at a memory.





                                                       57.





                      ALEX (CONT'D)

          You know what Lauren and I were

          fighting about that night? She had

          a secret, wouldn't tell me...



                      ERIN

          My father.



                      ALEX

          All I knew, she was pulling away.

          It made me crazy.



                      ERIN

          I used to be so proud of him. My

          big deal daddy. And now, he's just

          a crook. Worse even. And the weird

          thing is...



She fights back tears. Gains strength.



                      ERIN (CONT'D)

          I wish I could hate him but I can't.

          He said he'd never hurt either of

          us, and I know it's true and...

          I'm going back.



                      ALEX

          It's what Lauren would do.



Erin nods, takes the Locket off her neck.



                      ERIN

          I want to forget. Forget what I

          know. Forget myself. Forget

          everything.



She winds up to toss the Locket away and Alex hops down

off the hood. Stops her. Takes the Locket. ALEX



                      ERIN (CONT'D)

               (re: Locket)

          Keep it. Because it connects you

          to Lauren. And it connects you to

          me.



He fastens the Locket back around her neck. A covenant.



                      ERIN (CONT'D)

          No matter what happens I'll make

          sure everyone knows. That you're

          innocent. That you loved her. I

          promise.



CLOSE. Erin pulls some makeup out of her jacket pocket.

Dumps it on the ground. Finds a pot of dark eyeshadow among

the containers.



                      ERIN (CONT'D)

          I don't want to be me anymore.

          Make me like you.





                                                       58.





Erin's face blasted WHITE by HEADLIGHTS.



She closes her eyes as Alex begins the first bold lines

around her eyes and for a moment in the gauzy white light,

she could be...



LAUREN opens her eyes a second, smiles, shuts them again.



WIDER. Alex paints Erin's face in the Benz headlights, the

two of them kneeling in the forest-cathedral.



Camera creeps BACKWARD, leaving the two of them connected

by ritual. And touch. And a promise to each other.



                                                  CUT TO:



INT. RANDALL'S HOUSE - NATHAN'S OFFICE - NIGHT



CLOSE. A mess of documents. Nathan nervously writing,

assembling a tell-all at his desk.



                      CAPTAIN

          You know it doesn't work this way.



Nathan gets up. Tries to subtly herd the Captain off.



                      NATHAN

          I'm out of this.



                      CAPTAIN

          Partnerships don't end like that.

          Friendships don't.



                      NATHAN

          Our friendship ended when Lauren

          died.



The Captain circles to the desk now, past Nathan.



                      CAPTAIN

          Do you believe in ghosts, Nathan?

          Because there's a ghost threatening

          us.



                      RANDALL

          You mean Alex.



                      CAPTAIN

          I mean Lauren.



The Captain flips through some of the papers on the desk.

Frowns. He closes a file folder.



                      CAPTAIN (CONT'D)

          Because you never accepted that

          what happened to her was an

          accident.



                      RANDALL

          You killed my daughter.





                                                       59.





                      CAPTAIN

          An accident, Nathan.



                      RANDALL

               (exploding now)

          She was eighteen years old! There

          were four of them. They stabbed

          her fifty three times! Where's the

          fucking accident?! Huh?! Where is

          it?!



Nathan furious. The Captain keeps a preternatural calm.



                      CAPTAIN

          I watched her grow up. Just like

          you. I know how her mind worked.

          She kept snooping around because

          she was worried about you. What

          you'd gotten yourself into. So

          stop blaming me. And blame yourself.



                      RANDALL

               (beat, quietly)

          I do. Every day.



                      CAPTAIN

          Erin knows, doesn't she?



This catches Nathan off guard. He starts to say something.



                      CAPTAIN (CONT'D)

          Don't even bother. You never were

          a good liar.



The Captain flips through the papers on the desk again.



                      CAPTAIN (CONT'D)

          Look at this. Everything we worked

          for. You tell me... what are we

          going to do?



                                                  CUT TO:



EXT. RANDALL HOUSE - FRONT YARD - NIGHT



HEADLIGHTS approach from down the street. The Big Benz

pulls into the empty driveway.



Erin alone in the car, her mood tough to judge in the Crow

mask.



INT. RANDALL HOUSE - FRONT FOYER - NIGHT



Erin enters, steels herself. Then she calls out...



                      ERIN

          Dad?! You home?



                                                  CUT TO:





                                                       60.





INT. RANDALL HOUSE - BATHROOM - NIGHT



UNDERWATER. Erin plunges her masked face into the wash

basin in this white-tiled bathroom.



ANGLE - ERIN A few SLO-MO DROPLETS cascade off her face

into basin as she scrutinizes herself in the mirror, wipes

off the mask.



CAMERA INCHING forward...



She listens up. Grabs a Towel to blot the water on her

face. We begin to hear with her...



DRIP. DRIP. DRIP...



She tightens the sink faucets. The sound continues DRIP

DRIP as she moves to...



THE CLAWFOOT BATHTUB Faucet not dripping, but the sound is

louder. DRIP DRIP. Erin grabs the shower curtain, whips it

back REVEALING...



NATHAN RANDALL behind the tub, face a mask of gore, blown

off point blank by the BLOODY HANDGUN on the tile next to

him. ERIN screams.



INT. WALSH'S OFFICE - NIGHT



CLOSE. The Chess set. A few pieces moved off the board

now. Alex not looking at it. He's looking at the picture

of himself and Lauren taped in the lid of the Chess box.



                      WALSH

          It's like a bowl of spaghetti. D-E-

          L-T is owned by Westwind Builders,

          Nathan Randall's company. But DELT

          in turn owns a dozen other

          corporations. A big mess to wade

          through, so I checked out Tommy

          Leonard.



Alex picks up the BLACK KING.



                      ALEX

          Leonard, Dutton, Erlich. They don't

          matter. I want the King.



                      WALSH

          We're getting there. Because in

          his so-called construction job,

          Tommy makes a daily delivery to a

          place called "The Hole."



                      ALEX

          The strip joint?



                      WALSH

          I believe they call it a

          connoisseur's club. Owned by DELT.





                                                       61.





Alex places the picture of himself with Lauren back in the

box of chess pieces, against the open lid.



                      WALSH (CONT'D)

          Places like that, they're about

          unreported cash, processing money

          from drugs, prostitution.

               (then)

          I took a chance, called asking for

          Larkin and Toomey, the two other

          cops. Whoever answered said "they're

          not here...

               (meaningfully)

          ... this is the front office."



BAM BAM BAM.



They look up. A shadow banging on the door. Leaving BLOODY

SMEARS on the outside of the frosted glass.



                      ERIN

          Alex!



Walsh opens the door and Erin enters, wild and blood

smeared, remnants of the Crow mask around her eyes.



                      ERIN (CONT'D)

          They killed my dad.



It all catches up with her now, the flight, the exhaustion.

She throws herself into his arms.



                      ALEX

          It's ok, it's ok...



                      ERIN

          It's not. I can't take it.



                      ALEX

          Erin. Who?



                      ERIN

          I don't know. I found him lying

          there.



Alex immobilized by this. He turns to Walsh.



                      ALEX

          Where is it? This place?



                      WALSH

          I think we should get some support?



                      ALEX

          What? Call the police?



                      ERIN

          What is this? Where are you going?



Alex waiting for an address. Finally...





                                                       62.





                      WALSH

          1315 Berkeley Street.



                      ERIN

          Don't leave me. Please.



Alex turns to her, comforting. Holds her face in his hands.



                      ALEX

          It will be over soon.

               (then)

          Watch out for each other.



He heads off and we PRE-LAP sexbomb death metal POUNDING...

CUT TO:



INT. "THE HOLE" - NIGHT



More debauched than our previous visit. Darker, more

crowded.



Patrons propositioned in front of our eyes by girls barely

eighteen. The room writhing.



ON THE MAINSTAGE the "Cop" strippers we saw before, but

dangerous seeming, as they pantomime an interrogation, a

handcuffed "perp" manhandled between them.



AT THE ENTRANCE Alex blows past people waiting to get in,

creating enough disturbance that TWO BOUNCERS greet him.



                      ALEX

          Toomey and Larkin. They're expecting

          me.



The Two Bouncers give each other a look. One points to a

SIGN on the wall: "You must be 21..."



                      BOUNCER

          I need to see some I.D., pal. Circus

          in town?



The Other Bouncer grabs Alex as he pushes past. Alex heaves

him into the line of WAITING PATRONS.



As they go down like dominoes... the First Bouncer pulls a

GUN.



                      ALEX

          I don't think you want to do that.

          Lot of innocent people here...

               (looks around)

          A lot of people, anyway.



As Alex starts off... BAM! He's blown back by a shot half

lost in the noisy club. No panic yet.



ONSTAGE the strippers break character, looking. The audience

turns as...





                                                       63.





NEAR THE ENTRANCE The First Bouncer goes flying above the

heads of the crowd, getting off a dramatic SHOT while

airborne, inducing...



PANDEMONIUM Patrons stampeding as BAM BAM!  Alex taking

bullets, the miracle lost in the chaotic exit. The Bouncers

out of sight underfoot.



ON ALEX visible again, back on his feet. Buffeted,

stationary as everyone flees. With the exodus still at

flood stage...



                                                  CUT TO:



INT. WALSH'S OFFICE - NIGHT



ON WALSH, in motion as he puts on a jacket, throws some

papers into a briefcase. He's nervous, ill-suited for this

cloak and dagger stuff, chattering...



                      WALSH

          We'll be safe in my car. Nobody

          will recognize it. Let's move yours

          in back, no, down the block. Hope

          it's nothing fancy. There's a chop

          shop around the corner.



She's looking elsewhere, at the door that has quietly

opened. The Captain stands there. Somber reptile. Holding

a sheaf of papers in one hand.



                      ERIN

          You followed me here.



                      CAPTAIN

          No... Erin, I put out a bulletin

          on your car because... there's bad

          news. And I thought you should

          hear it from me.



She stares at him expressionless.



                      CAPTAIN (CONT'D)

          Your father got involved with some

          bad cops. On my force, so I take

          responsibility.

               (beat, then)

          He killed himself.



She talks with great difficulty.



                      ERIN

          How?



                      CAPTAIN

          How did he kill himself?



She nods.





                                                       64.





                      CAPTAIN (CONT'D)

          With a gun. Is that what you mean?



                      ERIN

          No. I mean... how did he kill

          himself How do you figure he killed

          himself--with a gun, right--when

          it wasn't anywhere near where you

          found him?



He takes a step toward her. She pulls out the Blood Pistol.

Seems crazy enough to use it.



                      ERIN (CONT'D)

          You killed him.



                      WALSH

          Erin. Don't.



                      ERIN

          Back the fuck off! Now!



The Captain stops, gently tosses the sheaf of papers toward

her, onto Walsh's desk.



The papers Nathan was preparing. Walsh looks at them

while...



                      CAPTAIN

          He left this. Names, addresses, a

          note to you. These people he was

          involved with killed Lauren. He

          couldn't bear it anymore.



                      WALSH

          My God. He's right, it's all here.



                      ERIN

          The note. Show it to me.



Erin has one eye on the papers now, recognizes her dad's

hand. The Captain inches forward.



                      ERIN (CONT'D)

               (to Captain)

          Not you!

               (to Walsh)

          Show it to me.



The Captain steps forward, right to the desk. Erin backed

into a corner now.



                      CAPTAIN

          It's right there, under that paper.

               (grabs a note)

          Here. Look.



She holds a hand out for the note, taking her eye off the

situation for one second as she reads...





                                                       65.





THE NOTE A bunch of numbers added together in her father's

hand. Not a suicide note.



THE CAPTAIN grabs Erin's wrist and BAM!



A chunk of the ceiling falls as the weapon discharges. The

Captain throws her in a chokehold, her finger still on the

trigger.



                      CAPTAIN (CONT'D)

          You were always the stupid one.



She fights as the Captain wraps his own hand over hers,

wrestles her arm toward Walsh, in the sights now. BAM!



WALSH blown backward, collapsing by the Chess Board. Trying

to pull himself up. Erin struggling. As...



MADDEN enters from the hall, in a hurry, gun drawn.



                      MADDEN

          You need help?



He nods toward Walsh, who is moving, barely.



                      CAPTAIN

          Hurry. We don't have much time.



BAM. A shot from Madden drops Walsh for god. As Madden

drags Walsh toward the door, the Captain grabs...



THE PICTURE OF ALEX AND LAUREN pulled off the lid of the

Chess box, one of the pieces of tape left behind. The

Captain exits.



                                                  CUT TO:



INT. "THE HOLE" - NIGHT



MUSIC STILL POUNDS, lights swirl. But the club has cleared

out, leaving