The Crow Salvation

"THE CROW: SALVATION" -- by Chip Johannessen The Crow : SALVATION By Chip Johannessen 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.