INT: FUNBOY'S ROOM. ERIC HOLDING NEEDLE IN ONE HAND, HOLDING FUNBOY DOWN WITH OTHER.

Funboy: Get away, steamhead.

[Grange finds Funboy dying with needles in chest and crow outline in blood on his chest. Eric, in window, puts finger to lips and vanishes.]

INT: ALBRECHT'S APT. TV STORY ABOUT LAST YEAR'S FIRES. HE'S IN KITCHEN, WEARING T-SHIRT, SHORTS AND POLICEMAN'S HAT, DRINKING BEER AND LOOKING AT PHOTOS FROM ERIC'S FILE.

Newscaster: ... As you can see, I'm here on the corner of Twenty-seventh street and East Washington Place, the site of last year's biggest Devil's Night conflagration. It was exactly one year ago that the building you see across the street from me was totally demolished by fire. The fire that was won by seven fire companies but lost the lives of two firefighters. In fact, if it weren't for the constant surveillance by the local police precincts ...

[Albrecht hears suspicious sound, walks into bedroom, but it's empty.]

Eric: Freeze! [Albrecht jumps, drops beer, sees Eric]

Albrecht: Jesus! Don't ever do that, man. Fuck.

Eric: [Looks at photo Albrecht's drawn on] Good likeness.

Albrecht: I saw your body man, you ... you died, you got buried.

Eric: You still have your hat on.

Albrecht: [Removes hat] I gotta sit down. [Eric wanders into kitchen, opens refrigerator, takes out beer, brings it back to Albrecht] Shit. Holy shit. Say, a-are you some kind of ... of ghost?

Eric: Boo! [Opens beer, hands it to him, gets serious. Sits down and looks up] I don't know what I am. I need you to tell me what happened to us.

Albrecht: Well, you took a six-story swan dive out of a window. She, uh ... was beaten and raped ... died at the hospital. [Eric winces] Hey, you asked, man. Hey, c'mon, read the file! [Picks up file] Shelly Webster ... held on for thirty hours in intensive care, her body finally just gave it up. I saw it man--I couldn't do jack for her. [Holds file to Eric. Eric bypasses files, puts hands on Albrecht's head, relives his memories. Flashbacks to Shelly in ICU. He cries out and staggers away]

Eric: [Holding his head in agony] Don't touch me! [collapses in chair across room]

Albrecht: Hey ... You okay?

Eric: I saw her ... I saw her through your eyes. You stayed with her the whole time.

Albrecht: Yeah, well ... you gotta understand something, alright? I was ... I was hoping she'd come out of it, you know? Give me something I could work with. [lights cigarette] Yeah ... what the hell.

Eric: Why didn't you do something about it?

Albrecht: You think any of those people in that building, even the ones who signed the petition, would talk after what happened to you? I kept asking questions and ... finally got busted for sticking my nose where it wasn't wanted.

Eric: [Picks up photo of woman] This your wife?

Albrecht: Yeah. We ... uh, well ... not anymore. We're getting a divorce.

Eric: It's funny. Little things used to mean so much to Shelly ... I used to think they were kind of trivial. Believe me--nothing is trivial. [Takes Albrecht's cigarette and takes a drag, holds it up ruefully] You shouldn't smoke these--they'll kill you. [Gets up, starts to walk away]

Albrecht: You gonna vanish into thin air again?

Eric: [Almost in tears, holding self with crossed arms] I thought I'd use your front door.

Albrecht: Look, man ... uh. I'm sorry as hell for what happened to you and your girlfriend.

Eric: Yeah. [He looks back at Albrecht sadly]

Albrecht: [Whispers] Yeah. [Sound of apartment door opening and closing softly.]

EXT: UPPER STORIES OF TRASH CLUB, WHERE TOP DOLLAR LIVES.

MUSIC OVER: PANTERA, "The Badge".

[Voice of Gideon]: I got stabbed! I shot the sonnuva bitch. I watched the bullethole close by itself.

INT: TOP DOLLAR'S BOARDROOM. GIDEON SEATED IN MIDDLE, GRANGE WATCHFUL BEHIND HIM, MYCA ON TABLE NEXT TO HIM. TOP DOLLAR WALKING ABOUT.

Gideon: And then my business gets blown up real good. Other than that, my day sucked.

Grange: Yeah. I saw him too--he had a guitar. He winked at me before he jumped out of a fourth-floor window like he had wings.

Top Dollar: He winked at you? Tsk. Musicians. What else did you see?

Gideon: So far I haven't heard shit about what you're gonna do about all this crap. I mean, what do I get? My livelihood gets flushed away and went swirling.

Top Dollar: You ain't lost everything.

Gideon: Yesss. And maybe you're not such a big shot eit- ... [He starts to stand, Grange forces him down] Ow ... Jesus!

Top Dollar: Fair enough. Catch! [Tosses him human eye]

Gideon: [Dropping it in horror] Fuck ... Jesus!

Top Dollar: Say hello to the last fellow who wouldn't cooperate with me.

Gideon: What're you telling me ... you're telling me this thing is real?

Top Dollar: All the power in the world resides in the eyes, fella. Sometimes they're more useful than the people who bear them. [Opens sword case, takes out a sword]

Gideon: You're directly outta your fuckin' mind, y'know that?

Top Dollar: Yeah. Eyes see! It's one of the most important things I learned from my sister.

Gideon: Your sister? She supposed to be your sister [laughs].

Top Dollar: My father's daughter ... that's right. What's the matter? You don't see the resemblance? [Holds sword to Gideon's throat. Myca puts foot on Gideon's shoulder, Grange puts hands on his shoulders.] Now, let's take it from the top, friend? With a lot of detail. Whaddya say?

Gideon: [Frightened] He had a bird with him--nearly picked my face off. He told me to tell T-bird that death was on its way, whatever the fuck that means. Draven ... he said his name was Eric Draven. Want to relax that thing now?

Top Dollar: [Walks away] And this "bird-man", he just happened to let you live, huh? You sure you ain't makin' all of this up just to saveyour own ass?

Gideon: I ain't makin' all this up. I ain't ... twisted like you two fucks. [Myca removes foot and draws back.]

Top Dollar: [To Grange] Alright. [Grange removes his hands and steps away] A boy and his bird ... awful touching. [Gideon laughs, Top Dollar chuckles, then spins and thrusts sword through Gideon's throat, who convulses in chair] For the fuck's sake, die! will ya! Gimme that thing [takes gun from Grange, shoots Gideon twice, hands it back] Thanks.

Grange: Funboy said he saw a black bird too, a big one ... then he choked to death on his own blood. I'll have the janitor ... come on up.

EXT: ROOFTOPS, GUITAR PLAYING IN BACKGROUND. TRACK TO: LOFT WINDOW, CAT EATING FROM CAN AND PURRING. TRACK UP WALL TO ROOF. BACK VIEW OF ERIC SITTING, PLAYING GUITAR, CROW WATCHING.

INT: DARLA'S APT.

[Sara enters, looks through records, pulls out Hangman's Joke album, sets needle in track to play "Fire in the Rain". Drums fingers, waiting for music to start. Crow lands on open window, squawks. She goes to it.]

Sara: You again? You lost? Or hungry? Hi. [Crow flies away. Needle sticks on phrase "Can't rain all the time"]

EXT: CROW ON ROOFTOP LOOKING DOWN ON TWO MEN APPROACHING.

[Voice of T-bird]: ... I don't know, how many times I gotta tell you? We're in this together. If one part falls, we all fall.

CUT TO: EXT: STREET LEVEL. T-BIRD AND SKANK WALKING DOWN BLOCK.

T-bird: You know how long it took us to put this together!

Skank: Yeah, a long time.

T-bird: That piece of ratshit made Tin Tin into a fuckin' voodoo doll.

Skank: Tin Tin's was a dick.

T-bird: Tin Tin ... sheesh!

Both: Fire it up! Fire it up! Fire it up! Fire it up!

Skank: ... Fire it up!

T-bird: [Stops, looks around, checks watch] No Funboy.

Skank: Probably still [grabs parking meter, does bump and grind against it] banging away on Darla.

T-bird: [Whistles, gestures towards liquor store] Smokes and road beers, be quick.

Skank: I'm on it. [Enters store, picks up stuff]

T-bird: [T-bird goes to car, gets in. He lights cigar. Crow lands on hood. Eric sits up in back seat holds gun to his head, frightening him, he has own gun out but not quick enough.] What the fuck are you supposed to be, man?

Eric: I'm your passenger. [Removes T-bird's gun and cigar, grabs top of T birds head, turns it to front] Drive. [T-bird starts car and pulls away]

Skank: [In store, with mouthful of potato chips. He sees them] What's all this happy horseshit? [They peel out, he runs after] Hey, T-bird! T-bird! [Hatchback hits him, breaks windshield, he rolls over top, lands in street. Driver stops, gets out, hauls him to feet]

Driver: What's the fuck the matter with you? You stupid ass-hair! You hit my car! [He hits Skank who hits back, knocks him down and takes his car to follow T-bird]

INT CAR: T-BIRD DRIVING FAST, ERIC HOLDING GUN ON HIM, STILL HOLDING TOP OF HEAD.

T-bird: Whaddya want, man? Money? Drugs? I got 'em. We could use you- you did Tin Tin. This is business, right?

Eric: [Cocks gun] Faster.

INT: POLICE CAR, TWO COPS DRINKING COFFEE, WATCHING PASSING CARS.

Other cop: You got that cream stuff? I hate this--they can't even call it cream legally.

[Eric and T-bird speed by]

Driver cop: What the crap? [He peels out in pursuit, partner spills coffee]

INT: T-BIRD'S CAR [SPEEDOMETER PUSHING 90]

T-bird: Ah look, makin' us popular. When they flash us like that, they ain't friends. [Intercut with exterior shots of three-car chase]

Cop: This is vehicle 49. We got us aa big ol' red hot rod ...

T-bird: If you got something personal, amigo, we can work it out, right? [More car chase intercut]

Skank: [Trying to follow T-bird] Damn! "dead end" ... Oh my god! Get outta the way. Holy shit. Goddamn foreign cars ... Shit, shit! Oh I hate this ... This ain't good ... [Car chase intercut. He spots T-bird's car passing at end of alley] T-bird! I got you, man, I'm coming. [He's broadsided by cops, falls out, battered but still whole.]

EXT: WHARF. T-BIRD'S CAR ON WHARF. T-BIRD TAPED TO DRIVER'S SEAT, ERIC OUTSIDE WORKING QUIETLY.

T-bird: Remember? Yeah, I remember everything ... But I don't know what ... what? What? What're you talking about. No, no, no, no. You mean that place downtown? Yeah, I remember her. We needed to put some fear into that little lady--she wasn't going along with our "tenant relocation" program. [Laughs nervously. Eric gets explosives and duct tape out of car trunk] Then her idiot boyfriend shows up, and turns a simple sweep-and clear into a total cluster fuck! Who gives a shit--it's ancient history. [Starts to get scared] Why? Whaddya want? What is it? What? Speak to me! Speak! [Eric rips off more duct tape]

FLASHBACK:
INT LOFT, T-BIRD PUSHES WAY IN, HOLDING PETITION.

T-bird: Did you send us these complaints? [Flash through rape memories. T bird reads] "Abashed the devil stood ..." Does it get you sweaty?

PRESENT

T-bird: I know you. I know you, I knew I knew you .. I knew I knew you. [Almost sobbing] But you ain't you ... you can't be you. We put you through the window. There ain't no comin' back. This is the really real world, there ain't no comin' back. We killed you dead--there ain't no comin' back. [Eric begins taping his head to seat, he gets desperate Quick cut to Skank, stumbling after them.] There ain't no comin' back ... there ain't no comin' back. [Eric rigs steering and accelerator, then triggers grenade] "Abashed the devil stood ..." [Now he's terrified] "and felt how awful goodness is ... felt how awful ... goodness ..."

[Eric tosses grenade in T-bird's lap, sets car to drive off of pier. It peels out, Skank watches. Eric gives it ironic two-fingered wave as it goes off pier and explodes. He squirts lighter fluid, lights it. Flames outline giant crow.]

EXT: DAWN, ERIC'S GRAVE, OPEN AND EMPTY. GRANGE KNEELING BESIDE IT.

INT: MORNING, DARLA'S APT, DARLA COOKING BREAKFAST, TV NEWS PROGRAM ON. SARA SLEEPING CLUTCHING ERIC'S ALBUM. SHE AWAKENS AND ENTERS KITCHEN

[Newscaster's voice]: This is the seven a.m. edition of Action News. For over a decade, the night before Halloween has had a darker and deadlier nickname in the inner city--Devil's Night--the name given to what has become an annual plague of arson. Last year over 200 individual blazes were reported, and 11 people lost their lives. Tonight will repeat what may become the biggest and deadliest Devil's Night ever. The mayor has firefighters from all surrounding counties, as well as ...

Darla: You like them up or over? I can't remember.

Sara: What are you doing? I don't even like eggs.

Darla: Wait ... you loved eggs.

Sara: Yeah ... when I was five.

Darla: So, whaddya want now? Black coffee and cigarettes?

Sara: So what did you take to become "mother of the year"?

Darla: Oh, it wasn't drugs. Someone kind of ... woke me up.

Sara: Who?

Darla: Oh! It was nuts.

Sara: You're acting weird. Didya win the lottery or something, Dar-la?

Darla: Oh forget it! [Takes frying pan to trash can] I never was too good at this mommy shit.

Sara: [Standing up] Over easy! [Goes to her] I like 'em over easy ... Mom. [She watches sympathetically as Darla flips one of the eggs. They smile at each other.]

INT: POLICE STATION, AFTERNOON. ALBRECHT WALKING IN GOOD MOOD.

Torres: Hey Albrecht. [Albrecht sighs, stops at his office] This is the third hit in your 'hood in twenty-four hours. [Hands him photos of T-bird] We just fished this out of the river. He's fused to his own car--we're gonna have to I.D. his teeth.

Albrecht: His name's T-bird. Arson was his specialty, looks like he zigged when he shoulda zagged. Case closed. [Hands back file]

Torres: Bull-fuckin'-shit. C'mere. [They go into office] You're holding out on me. I got a god-damned vigilante killer knocking off scum-bags left and right. And you're covering up for somebody. Who's the cartoon character with the painted face?

Albrecht: Hey, you're the detective. Why don't you tell me?

Torres: Okay. Gideon's blows all to hell, and you're having a chitchat with some weirdo who winds up in T-bird's car when it zigs instead of zags. Then you steal one of my case files from homicide, and you're saying this is just a fuckin' automobile accident? C'mon!

Albrecht: Yeah. Good speech though. I didn't want to interrupt you--it sounded good. You gotta write that shit down.

Torres: Alright, smartass. The Captain's got a little love-note waiting for you. Welcome to the first day of the rest of your suspension.

Albrecht:Suspension? For what?

Torres: Misconduct! [Dials phone, dismissing Albrecht] Yeah, gimme the lab.

EXT: CALDERON COURT APTS, FRONT DOOR BOARDED UP.

[Sara pulls off boards, begins to climb stairs. Cut to:]

INT: LOFT. ERIC SITTING IN FRONT OF FIREPLACE, BURNING PHOTOS.

FLASHBACKS OF GOOD TIMES WITH SHELLY

Shelly: [Over flashback scenes] One for sorrow, two for joy, three for a girl, four for a boy ...

[Eric weeps. He hears Sara approaching. Cut to:]

INT: STAIRWELL.

[Sara climbs stairs, reaches door. Pushes it open, enters loft.]

INT: LOFT. IT'S EMPTY. FIRE SMOLDERING.

Sara: Eric? [Looks around at empty room] Man, Sara, you're going crazy. [Spots Gabriel] Gabriel! I thought you were dead! [Picks up cat] You're not dead ... are you? [Explores. Finds half-burned photos, continues looking] I knew it was you. Even with the make-up. I remembered your song. You said: "Can't rain all the time", that is from your song? Right? [No response, no sign of Eric. She sighs in frustration. Crow lands on support beam] Ah, Eric. I know you're here. I miss you, and Shelly ... gets so lonely all by myself. [Gives up] The hell with you. [Picks up skateboard] I thought you cared. [Starts to leave, sun comes out and casts shadow of Eric standing in golden circle from round window]

Eric: [Whispers] Sara. I do care.

[She turns and sees him. Drops skateboard and runs to him. He kneels to receive her and they hug, weeping]

INT: TOP DOLLAR'S BOARDROOM. TOP DOLLAR, GRANGE AND VERY BATTERED SKANK. PICTURE OF ERIC'S BAND ON TABLE.

Skank: [Points to Eric in picture] That's him. That's him. But he looked different--he was all painted up white like some kind of dead whore. I seen him! T-bird, he sent me in for some road beers, right? Then he took him away, man, and I chased 'em down. And he flash-fried T-bird to his fuckin' car ... Ah, T-bird! Here's to you, buddy [drinks]

Top Dollar: I think we oughta just videotape this, play it back in slow motion.

Skank: Fire it up! Fire it up! Fire it up ...

Top Dollar: Didya see the grave?

Grange: Empty.

Skank: [Turns to them] Grave! What grave? [Approaches Grange.] What 'bout my fucking grave? [Grange shoves him away] Aargh! Man!

Grange: Three out of four. He's working his way back to this speed freak right here.

Skank: It's not fair! It was Funboy's fault. That boy was outta control! T bird, he came in there, [whistles] "Waste 'em both" Now this ghost's gonna kill my ass, next. [Top Dollar gets up, hits him, pushes him into Grange's arms, who drops him into seat] Aaaaah, this ghost gonna kill my ass next ... this ghost gonna kill ...

Top Dollar: Hey. That ain't no ghost.

Myca: [Entering] They have all arrived.

Top Dollar: [To Grange] Watch him. We might need him.

[Grange settles down in front of Skank to watch him]

EXT: MICKEY'S HOTDOG STAND. SARA EATING QUIETLY WITH GABRIEL ON COUNTER NEXT TO HER.

MUSIC OVER: (FROM BOOMBOX ACROSS STREET) RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE, "Darkness".

[Albrecht pulls up, gets out, sits down next to Sara]

Albrecht: He like this plain or with onions? [Sara doesn't respond] Fine, don't talk to me.

Sara: When someone's dead, they can't come back, can they?

Albrecht: That's what I thought. Are you referring to anyone in particular?

Sara: You'll just think I'm nuts.

Albrecht: Yeah, well, then maybe they'll have to lock us both up.

[Eric's music starts up in background]

Sara: You see him too?

Albrecht: I saw ... somebody. Maybe it was your fairy godfather.

Sara: Eric didn't come back for me. He can't be my friend anymore because ... I'm ... alive.

Albrecht: You want a friend to walk you home? [She nods]

[Eric's music get loud, drowning them out]

CUT TO: ROOFTOP, ERIC PLAYING GUITAR.

[He plays increasingly louder and angrier, until finally, with red sunset sky in background, he smashes guitar and throws everything off of roof]

INT: TRASH CLUB. BAND PLAYING, INSANE CROWD.

MUSIC OVER: (FROM BAND) MY LIFE WITH THE THRILL KILL KULT, "After the Flesh".

CUT TO: TOP DOLLAR'S BOARDROOM. OVERHEAD TRACKING SHOT SHOWING MEN, GUNS, MONEY, DRUGS SPREAD OUT ALONG TABLE. TOP DOLLAR, MYCA, GRANGE (DRAGGING SKANK) APPROACH HEAD OF TABLE.

Top Dollar: Boys ... it seems our friend T-bird won't be joining us this evening, on account of a slight case of death. [To Skank] You wanna sit down. Well, well, well. Devil's Night is upon us again. Thought we'd throw a little party, start a bunch of fires, make a little profit.

Myca: I like the pretty lights.

Top Dollar: Problem is, it's all been done before, y'see what I'm sayin'.

Soldier 1: That's no reason to quit.

Top Dollar: Wrong! Best reason to quit. Only reason to quit. [Begins to walk around table] A man has an idea. The idea attracts others, like-minded. The idea expands. The idea becomes ... an institution. What was the idea? See, that's what's been bothering me boys. But I'll tell you, when I used to think about the idea itself, I'd put a big old smile on my face. [Stops at head of table again, braces hands on table, looking at assembled men] You see, gentlemen, greed is for amateurs. Disorder, chaos, anarchy ... now that's fun!

Soldier 2: What about Devil's Night?

Top Dollar: What about it? I started the first fires in this god-damned city ... before I knew it every charlatan and shitheel was imitating me. Shit, you know what they got now?

CUT TO: ERIC AND CROW SITTING OUTSIDE, LISTENING. HE LOOKS UP.

CUT BACK TO: BOARDROOM

Top Dollar: Devil's Night greeting cards! Isn't that precious? Tsk! Yeah, the idea has become the institution, boys. Time to move along.

Soldier 3: You don't want us to do "light my fire" time for the whole city?

Top Dollar: No. No, I want you to set a fire so goddamn big the gods'll notice us again, that's what I'm saying. I want all of you boys to be able to look me straight in the eye one more time and say "Are we havin' fun or what!" [Turns to Skank] Hey, you! What's-your-name, Skank? You don't feel that?

Skank: I feel like a little worm on a big fuckin' hook!

Top Dollar: "Feel like a little worm on a big fuckin' hook". Well, boy, your momma must be damned proud of you. [Crow flies in, lands on table. Skank recoils, rest are curious.] How the hell did that thing get in here?

Eric: [Appearing out of shadows] Gentlemen! [Soldiers back away from end of table and Skank panics as Eric walks up, tosses chair aside and hops up to sit cross-legged on end of table]

Top Dollar: You're him huh? The "avenger", the "killer of killers". Nice outfit, I'm not sure about the face though.

Eric: I just want him. [Points to Skank]

Top Dollar: Well, you can't have him.

Eric: Well, [Rises to his feet to stand on table] I see you have made your decision. Now let's see you enforce it.

Top Dollar: Ah, this is already boring the shit outta me. Kill 'im!

[Everybody shoots at him, he falls off table. They laugh, start to relax]

Top Dollar: Ooooh! That had to hurt. [all laugh]

Soldier 4: That guy was crazy! [Looking under table for Eric's body. Myca tries to grab crow, misses.] He's gone! [He is shot in head]

[Eric emerges shooting. Fight scene ensues. Top Dollar, Myca, Grange escape, while Eric fights all the rest as he pursues Skank. One by one he kills them]

Eric: [Pausing a moment] You're all going to die. [Finally only Skank is left. Eric grabs him.] Guess it's not a good day to be a bad guy, huh, Skank?<>Skank: I'm not Skank. There's Skank right there. Skank's dead!

Eric: [Flashback of Skank holding Shelly down] That's right! [He throws Skank out of window to land on approaching police car. Cops invade boardroom]

Cop: Hold it! That's all she wrote! Move and we shoot.

[Eric dances off, they open fire. He jumps through window onto fire escape, cops outside shoot. He begins running on rooftops. Albrecht pulls up, sees him, begins to follow in own car. Helicopter chases Eric across rooftops, finally he jumps down into alley and Albrecht pulls up and opens door for him.]

Albrecht: Come on! Move it. [Eric stumbles groaning against car, falls in. Albrecht peels out.] My advice--next time, duck! So many cops, you'd think they were giving away doughnuts. [A few seconds later he brakes to avoid police car and Eric leaps out and disappears] I knew you were going to do that.

INT: CAR DRIVING OVER BRIDGE, GRANGE DRIVING, TOP DOLLAR AND MYCA IN BACK, CITY PASSING IN BACKGROUND.

Top Dollar: Look at that out there--the whole city oughtta be in flames by now. The sky oughtta be red.

Grange: So that, I take it, was the late great Eric Draven.

Myca: He has power, but it is power you can take from him.

Top Dollar: I like him already.

Myca: The crow is his link between the land of the living and the realm of the dead.

Grange: So, kill the crow ... and destroy the man.

EXT: QUIET STREET, CROW FLYING AHEAD, ERIC WALKING SLOWLY.

[Eric removes Tin Tin's coat. Pauses by scaffolding and leans wearily against it]

Eric: Coming home, Shelly. [Costumed kids approach, laughing, dancing around him. He laughs sadly in return. Freeze frame on his pained smile]

EXT: ERIC'S GRAVE. SARA CURLED UP, SLEEPING NEXT TO IT. ERIC APPROACHES, KNEELS, GENTLY WIGGLES HER FOOT TO WAKE HER

Sara: [Waking up] You're gonna say I shouldn't be in a cemetery in the middle of the night, right?

Eric: Safest place in the world to be.

Sara: It's 'cause everybody's dead. I knew you'd come here.

Eric: It's really late, Sara.

Sara: You didn't say goodbye.

Eric: You're just going to have to forgive me for that.

Sara: And you're never coming back?

Eric: [Removes engagement ring from around neck, holds it so she can see] I gave this to Shelly once. [Reaches forward to tie it around her neck] I think she'd like you to have it. This way you'll always remember her.

Sara: I'll never take it off. [They hug, weeping.] I better go sneak back in the house. [Walks a few steps, turns] [Whispering] Bye.

[He's too choked up to reply. She walks away, he kneels before Shelly's grave. She walks despondently through gate, past church front. Grange watching from shadows, he grabs her, drags her inside church]

Grange:Shhh, shhh. Take it easy, sweetheart.

INT: CHURCH. TOP DOLLAR AND MYCA WAITING. GRANGE ENTERS WITH SARA

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