concrete. The rush hour
crowds burned down in their tracks.
4 WE DISSOLVE TO a playground... where intense heat has half-melted
the 4 jungle gym, the blast has warped the swing set, the
merry-go-round has sagged in the firestorm. Small skulls look
accusingly from the ash-drifts. WE HEAR the distant echo of
childrens voices... playing and laughing in the sun. A silly,
sing-songy rhyme as WE TRACK
sidewalk; others in the rainbow
spray from the fishmongers hose.
The building across from the fish market with the metal door
above concrete steps. It opens.
STARLING
Heads up.
A large white man in a luau shirt and sandals comes out
with a satchel across his chest, other hand behind the case.
A wiry black man comes out the door behind him, carrying a
raincoat, and behind him, Evelda Drumgo.
S
looms in a LOW ANGLE, part of the clutter behind the gymnasium.
A CAT enters FRAME.
CAMERA DOLLIES FORWARD, prowling with him through the landscape of trash receptacles and shadows.
CLOSE ON CAT
Which freezes, alert, sensing something just beyond human perception.
A sourceless wind rises, and with it a keening WHINE.
Papers blow across the pavement.
The cat YOWLS and hides under the dumpster.
pavement.
The sedan launches down the alley.
Utah running. Like a freight train. Splashing through a
cross-alley. He doesnt break stride as he slams his
shoulder into a large, steel GARBAGE DUMPSTER.
DRIVING it like a football training sled into the ALLEY
where--
THE SEDAN LOCKS EM UP seconds too late as it SKIDS and
SLAMS into it, CRUNCHING into the brick wall and--
Still alive -- GRINDS into re