Bones

B o n e s back This portion of the screenplay is originally pages 14-26.It is presented out of order to reflect the final film. EXT. BLACKSTONE AVE. - 2000 - NIGHT Dark night.Most street lights shot out.Just one or two of the eerie vapor lights left on the block. A MIDDLE-AGED AFRICAN-AMERICAN MAN carries his single bag of groceries.The man listens and watches carefully, as he negotiates the darkness between the few pools of light on the street. We won't see his face until he reaches the next pool of light, but he walks with shoulders hunched in fear. Moving down the block, all shops abandoned.Broken windows. Rats.The man almost trips over a vague shadow passed out and crumpled in an abandoned doorway.It's the crackhead we saw mumbling himself into the nod-off zone.He's still faintly singing a part of the bones song as the man passes. He stops in the light. And we see it's SHOTGUN: 20 years of fear and loathing etched on his face.He freezes, listening for a second to the crackheads wheezing mumbles - no - it's something else he's listening for -- and hearing. From behind him a low wheezy sound, like some huge panting dog.He stops.And it stops.He walks on and it follows: As he hurries to the next pool of light and safety, his ears strain for the nearly silent padding and wheezing steadily following. Suddenly, he hears that panting closer and closer until it's nearly right behind him.He starts running, though he hasn't yet seen anything.Only heard the mongrel hot on his heels.