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(SIREN WAILING)

(INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

(REPORTER SPEAKING, INDISTINCT)

(SIRENS CONTINUE WAILING)

SARAH: People once believed that when someone dies,

a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead.

But sometimes, something so bad happens

that a terrible sadness is carried with it, and the soul can't rest.

Then, sometimes, just sometimes,

the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right.

-(SIRENS CONTINUE WAILING) -(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

-(POLICE RADIO CHATTER CONTINUES) -(SHUTTER CLICKING)

-OFFICER: I got one here. -(RADIO CHATTER CONTINUES)

-(EXHALES) -Sir, this is all we got checked on.

-(SHUTTER CLICKS) -OFFICER: Sarge, over here.

(OFFICERS CHATTERING)

-(SHUTTER CLICKING) -(GROANS)

-Okay, watch it. -Over here.

One more shot.

Now, this piece of glass...

-(VICTIM EXHALING DEEPLY) -Hey, Sarge!

-Yeah? -(VICTIM GROANS)

Shelly Webster and Eric Draven.

Wedding was tomorrow night.

OFFICER: Who the fuck gets married on Halloween anyhow?

-Nobody. -(GROANS, EXHALES DEEPLY)

-Sir, we gotta move her. -Do it.

All right, guys. Let's do it.

Devil's fucking Night. What's the count so far?

143 fires.

They're slacking off from last year.

Three hours to go. Maybe they're just slow starters.

PARAMEDIC: Coming through.

(CAWS)

DETECTIVE: Yeah, I realize that,

but you guys just can't come in here and take her away like this.

There are procedures to stick by. You guys should have cleared this with me first.

-Is this the victim? -No, it's Amelia Earhart.

We found her, Detective, and you missed it.

I don't care what her name is. I didn't give the order to move her.

Jesus, Albrecht. I can see why they took away your gold shield.

Yeah, I wasn't a big enough asshole. Come on. Let's go.

(SHELLY BREATHING DEEPLY)

-(CAWS) -DETECTIVE: All right. Clear out of here.

-OFFICER: Hey! -SARAH: Shelly?

Stand back, kid.

-SHELLY: Where's Eric? -Just don't worry about him.

Tell him to take care of Sarah.

Look, I will. You just lie back. Come on. Come on.

(GROANING, GASPING)

-You Sarah? -Yeah.

Yeah, look. Your sister, she's gonna be okay.

She's not my sister. Shelly just takes care of me.

-(SIREN WAILING) -She's my friend.

Her and Eric.

You lied to her about Eric.

Look, I had to.

And you're lying to me about Shelly.

She's gonna die, isn't she?

Hey, um...

Come on. Come on. It's--

I promise. It's okay.

-OFFICER: Get public service in here. -She's gonna be fine.

(WINGS FLAPPING)

(TRAIN ENGINE RUMBLING)

SARAH: A building gets torched.

All that is left is ashes.

I used to think that was true about everything.

Families, friends, feelings.

But now I know that sometimes, if love proves real,

two people who are meant to be together-- nothing can keep them apart.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Later.

(CROW CAWS)

(CAWS)

What are you, like, the night watchman?

(CAWS)

(CAR HORN HONKS)

You know, what this place needs is a good, natural catastrophe.

-Earthquake, tornado-- you know? -(JAZZ PLAYING)

No, no. Mickey, come on, man.

You got to put the mustard underneath first.

Maybe a flood like in the Bible.

Hey, hey, come on. Let me do it.

There we go. All right.

How about some onions?

Come on. Come on, man. Don't cheap out on me. Lots of onions.

All right. Here you go.

-ALBRECHT: Hey. All right. -(WHEELS WHIRRING)

Now we're talking.

Hey, it's a Sarah monster. (CHUCKLES)

How do you steer that thing on a wet street?

Pure talent. Hi.

See, now, Sarah, she's a genuine hotdogger. You hungry?

-You buying? -I'm buying.

-No onions though, okay? -ALBRECHT: No onions?

They make you fart big-time.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(SLURPS)

GANG MEMBER: You know, Lake Erie actually caught on fire once

from all the crap floating around in it.

(EXHALES) I wish I could have seen that.

(WHISTLES)

(GANG MEMBERS WHOOPING)

(BEEPING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(WOOD CREAKING)

(GASPING)

No, no, no.

-(CAWS) -(SCREAMS)

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

(SQUEALS, LAUGHS MANIACALLY)

-(WHISTLES) Fire it up! -(CHEERING)

Yeah!

Yeah!

(GASPING CONTINUES)

(WHIMPERS)

-(ENGINE REVS) -(TIRES SQUEAL)

(GASPS) Oh. (GRUNTS)

(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)

(GRUNTS)

-(TIRES SQUEAL) -(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)

Fire it up! We busted them machines.

Boom!

(CAWS)

(SHIVERS)

(COOS)

(CAWING)

Oh, shit, guys. T-Bird. Cop car. Cop car.

-(TIRES SCREECH) -(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

-(ENGINE REVS) -(TIRES SQUEAL)

Bad people out on the street tonight.

(BEEPING)

-Damn it. -NEIGHBOR: Oh, my God!

SARAH: What was that?

-You wait right here. -Be careful.

ALBRECHT: Mickey, call it in for me!

(CAWS)

(GRUNTS, GROANS)

-(CROW CAWS) -(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(CAWS)

-(METAL DOOR CLANKS) -(CROW CAWS)

(PANTING)

(CAWING)

(COOS)

(HINGE CREAKING)

-(MEOWS) -Gabriel.

-(SCREECHES) -(GROANS)

-(YOWLS) -(GRUNTS)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(GASPS)

SHELLY: Eric? (GASPS)

-Department of Housing. -(SHELLY SCREAMS)

-Code violations? Safety hazards? -(SHELLY WHIMPERS)

Place looks fine to me.

Let's redecorate.

-(SHELLY SCREAMS) -(ERIC GASPS)

"Abashed the Devil stood and felt how awful goodness is.

Saw virtue in her shape, how lover--"

This is pornography.

Virtue?

(SHELLY YELPS, SCREAMS)

ERIC: Shelly?

-(SHELLY GROANS) -(ERIC GRUNTS)

-SHELLY: No! Eric! -See ya!

(CAWS)

-No, no, no, no. Me first. -(SHELLY WHIMPERING)

-ERIC: Please. -(BLOOD GUSHES)

-Shelly. -Eric.

-(ERIC GROANS) -(WHISTLES)

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

(THUDS)

(SIREN WAILING)

(GRUNTS)

(CAWS)

(WHIMPERS)

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

-There, that's good. (LAUGHS) -That's good. (LAUGHS)

(GULPS, COUGHS)

See if you can top that, man. Can you top that?

-Look at that. -No, its--

Here's to Devil's Night, my new favorite holiday.

-(GLASSES CLINK) -To Devil's Night.

(GULPS)

You need to go over there and talk to your pals.

(TONGUE SIZZLING)

You sick fuck! (LAUGHS)

Are you out of your motherfucking mind, man?

(LAUGHS)

-(SHOT GLASS CLINKS) -Oh, yeah.

-Tin Tin, look at that! -(GULPS)

Pussies drink last, man. (LAUGHS)

Fuck you, Tin Tin.

Hey.

That shit ain't even loaded, man.

This one is.

Which of you Motor City motherfuckers wants to bet me this one isn't?

Hey!

-Fire it up! -Fire it up!

-Fire it up! -Fire it up!

-Fire it up! -Fire it up!

Fire it up!

Here's your shooters.

-Put your guns away, huh, guys? -How you doing?

Pussycat.

(KISSES)

(CAWS)

(SOBBING)

Boo.

(GASPS)

-(CHUCKLES) -(LAUGHS)

I love you.

Say that again.

I love you.

-Oh, boy. -(ERIC LAUGHS)

-Restaurant. (LAUGHS) -(LAUGHS)

SARAH: Wow, you look great.

SHELLY: Ta-da!

(SNIFFS)

(ERIC SHUDDERS)

Yeah.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

-ERIC: Come here. -No! No! No!

(SNIFFLES)

(GRUNTS)

-(GROANS) -(GLASS SHATTERS)

("BURN" PLAYING)

♪ "Just paint your face" The shadows smile ♪

♪ Slipping me away from you ♪

(CROW CAWS)

♪ "Oh, it doesn't matter how you hide" ♪

♪ "Find you if we're wanting to" ♪

(CROW COOS)

♪ "So slide back down And close your eyes" ♪

♪ "Sleep 3 while, you must be tired" ♪

(MEOWS)

♪ But every night I burn ♪

♪ Scream the animal scream ♪

♪ Every night I burn ♪

♪ Dream the crow black dream ♪

(CROW CAWS)

♪ Dream the crow black dream ♪

(SONG ENDS)

TIN TIN: Couple more rings. That's 24K.

-24K, huh? -TIN TIN: Mm-hmm.

It's 18K. It's crap. It's probably fake.

Leather purse. Leather.

Geez.

What is this, Tin Tin? A bloodstain that's on here?

I'll give you 50 bucks. And I hate charities.

Now, you can take it or leave it.

Right there for you.

Decisions, decisions. Yes, right.

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

Cheap-ass, chrome-dome,

child-molesting, saprophyte motherfucker.

Close the gate when you go out!

Oh, I close this up for you real good, mass a.

-Fuck you. -(LAUGHS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Yeah, sit on it and twirl, you dirty scum.

TIN TIN: You're lucky I don't stab your fat ass.

("DEAD SOULS" PLAYING)

♪ Someone take these dreams away ♪

(CAWS)

♪ That point me to another day ♪

♪ A duel of personalities ♪

♪ That stretch all true realities ♪

♪ They keep calling me ♪

♪ They keep calling me ♪

♪ Keep on calling me ♪

♪ They keep calling me ♪

(CROW CAWING)

(CROW CAWS)

(ERIC SIGHS)

(CAWS)

(LAUGHING)

What the fuck you all painted up for, crackhead. Huh? (CHUCKLES)

Halloween ain't till mañana.

Come on.

(BOTH GRUNT)

(CAWS)

(GROANING, COUGHING)

I'll kill you!

(CROW CAWS)

ERIC: Fuck! You murderer!

I didn't murder nobody, man. I don't even fucking know you, man.

What the fuck you want, man?

I want you to tell me a story.

A man and a woman in a loft a year ago.

(SHELLY CRIES)

-Motherfucking mind-- -Listen!

I'm sure you'll remember. You killed them on Halloween.

Yeah, yeah. Right. Halloween, yeah.

Some dude, some bitch-- Whatever, man.

Her name was Shelly.

You cut her. You raped her.

Shelly, yeah. Yeah.

I shanked her pink ass, and she loved it!

Murder, man.

Murder? Let me tell you about murder.

It's fun.

It's easy.

You gonna learn all about it.

(TIN TIN LAUGHS)

I'd like you to meet two buddies of mine.

We never miss.

(KNIFE CLATTERS)

Try harder. Try again.

(SHOUTS)

(GASPS)

Victims.

Aren't we all?

("TIME BABY II" PLAYING)

♪ Sometimes it rains inside my head ♪

♪ All the words run dry ♪

♪ Walls are breathing, hands are... ♪

Look at this mess. What's the world coming to?

Yeah, it's a mess.

(SONG CONTINUES PLAYING)

♪ No, they don't have to take you... ♪

I got to go upstairs. Report from the front.

♪ No, they don't have to take you away ♪

Get out of my way, you worms!

♪ No, they don't have to take you away ♪

Give me some of that over there.

Why don't you ladies come by later? Check me out.

Hey, guess what?

Arcade Games fell down, went boom.

Boom.

Can you imagine that? It's tragic.

Gather your soldiers. You're on for tomorrow night. No sweat.

-Is the man in? -He's taking a meeting.

-(SIGHS) -You're thinking about the past.

Dad gave me this.

Fifth birthday.

He said, "Childhood's over the moment you know you're gonna die."

Is she asleep?

I think we broke her.

I love her eyes.

Pretty.

♪ No, they don't have to take you away ♪

(CAR HORN HONKS)

DRIVER: Hey, kid, get the hell out of the road!

("SNAKEDRIVER" PLAYING)

♪ I don't hate them, but I know them ♪

♪ I don't want them hanging around ♪

♪ I won't roll my bones for every... ♪

(LOUDLY CLEARS THROAT)

♪ ...little girl who... ♪

I told you to stay out of here.

So I guess you're not gonna be home till a lot later, huh, Darla?

She's busy.

Go play with your dolls or something, okay?

I don't have any dolls.

Get some food, huh?

Somebody already bought me dinner. The police.

♪ I thought I had no choice But then I kissed her ♪

MOCKING: "Somebody already bought me dinner. The police."

(BOTH LAUGH)

(PAPER RUSTLING)

GIDEON: Thirty, okay, $40.

And an even 68.

Who the fuck is this now?

Hey! Piss off! We're closed!

-Cerrado! -(BANGING)

Go sleep it off somewhere else, dust head, unless you want to get mutilated.

I'm gonna blow this guy's dick off.

Goddamn creatures of the night. They never learn.

(KNOCKING)

Hey! Hey!

-(GIDEON GASPING) -(CAWING)

"Suddenly I heard a tapping,

as if someone gently rapping-- rapping at my chamber door."

What the fuck are you talking about?

You heard me rapping, right?

You're trespassing,

and you owe me a fucking new door!

I'm looking for something in an engagement ring.

-Yeah? -Gold.

You're looking for a coroner, shit-for-brains.

Oh, shit.

Oh! Shit on me!

(CHUCKLING)

Shit on me. Shit on me!

(YELLS)

Mr. Gideon, you're not paying attention.

No! My hand!

(MUFFLED SOBBING)

I repeat: A gold engagement ring, yes?

It was pawned here a year ago by a customer of yours named Tin Tin.

(WHIMPERING)

He confided in me before he ran out of breath.

-(HELICOPTER WHIRRING OVERHEAD) -(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

So who's this sack of shit?

That's Tin Tin, one of T-Bird's little helpers.

I think you can rule out accidental death.

(CHUCKLES) Don't any of your street demons have real grown-up names?

This could be a turf hit,

but it doesn't look like your usual gang crap.

Come on, Albrecht. Spare me.

You're a beat cop now, so be a beat cop.

I'm supposed to thank you for that, right?

Word to the wise: Watch your fucking mouth.

What the hell do you call that?

-(CAR DOOR OPENS) -(SIREN WAILING)

-I call it blood, Detective. -(SHUTTER CLICKS)

I suppose you'll write it up as graffiti.

You can leave my crime scene now, okay?

(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)

-Warmer? -What are you doing?

-Don't you know this game? -What game are you talking about?

All right, the rings! I'll tell you about the rings!

They're in that metal box. It's under the shelf there.

Take them. Take the fucking rings!

You can chew them and you can choke on them, you son of a bitch!

-Look, it goes up to the attic. -Okay.

No, no, no.

No, no.

It's beautiful. I don't believe it.

Shelly.

I love you.

-You have one chance to live. -Look, man, take anything you want.

-Thank you. -Take anything!

Now you're gonna tell me where to find the rest of Tin Tin's little party pals.

The Pit. They all hang out at The Pit.

All of T-Bird's little potato heads hang out there.

Funboy, he lives there, upstairs, all right?

Funboy.

Oh, baby! Oh!

-Geez! -A whole jolly club...

-Stop! Jesus, stop. -...with only pirate nicknames.

-Jesus Christ in a taxicab! -Hold still!

-Each one of these is a life. -(RINGS CLATTERING)

A life you helped destroy.

I'm begging you, all right. Don't kill me.

I'm not gonna kill you.

Your job will be to tell the rest of them that death is coming for them.

Tonight.

Tell them Eric Draven sends his regards.

You walk out of here, they're gonna erase your sorry ass!

You're nothing but street grease, you hear?

Street grease, you motherfucker!

Is that gasoline I smell?

No, man.

-No! No! No! -(CROW CAWS)

No!

(SCREAMS)

(SCREAMING)

-(JUKEBOX POWERS UP) -On the house, kiddo. You know that.

Root beer.

(ROCK BALLAD PLAYING ON JUKEBOX)

I can't do anything.

Your mom, technically, she's off right now.

Yeah, way off.

-(TIRES SCREECHING) -(CAR DOOR OPENS)

Police! Don't move.

I said don't move.

I thought the police always said, "Freeze."

Well, I am the police, and I say don't move, Snow White.

You move, you're dead.

And I say I'm dead and I move.

Not one more step. I'm serious.

Then shoot, if you will, Officer Albrecht.

What are you, nuts? Walking into a gun?

You high?

You don't remember me?

What are you talking about?

How about Shelly? Do you remember Shelly Webster?

Shelly Webster's dead, my friend.

I want you to move over to the curb there.

Come on, real nice and easy.

Come on. Move it!

We're gonna wait here for backup.

It's getting too frigging weird for me.

Oh, it gets better. Do you know someone named T-Bird?

He had a friend who shouldn't have played with knives.

Like the coat?

You're the guy that murdered Tin Tin.

THIEF (IN DISTANCE): Check it out.

He was already dead.

(GLASS SHATTERS)

He died a year ago, the moment he touched her.

They're all dead. They just don't know it yet.

Get away from there!

-THIEF 1: Cops! -THIEF 2: Come on. Get out of here!

-(THIEF 3 LAUGHS) -THIEF 4: Leave it. Leave it. Run!

(PANTING)

Oh, great.

Great.

Guy shows up looking like a mime from hell,

and you lose him right out in the open.

Well,

at least he didn't do that walking-against-the-wind shit.

I hate that.

OFFICER: Little early for Devil's Night.

What the hell is going on here?

You are very restless.

I just wish I was a little hungry again, that's all.

-Be careful what you ask for. -Yeah, you may get it. I know.

(SIZZLES)

There are energies aligning against you.

Seeing is believing, isn't it?

-(SIZZLING) -(BLOWS)

(DOOR CREAKS OPEN, CLOSED)

Mmm. Yummy.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

Gideon's pawnshop just burned down to the foundation.

Nobody cleared this little event with me.

-I didn't have nothing to do with that. -I'm sure you must be awful disappointed.

I got trouble. One of my crew got himself perished.

-Yeah? And who might that be? -Tin Tin.

Somebody stuck his blades in all his major organs in alphabetical order.

Well, gentlemen, by all means,

I think we ought to have an introspective moment of silence for poor old Tin Tin.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

(SIGHS) You're working for me tomorrow night, right?

Whatever you say, I can do.

Good. That's very reassuring.

I still ain't heard the story on why Gideon's burned down.

Is that a natural catastrophe or act of God or something?

(SNIFFS) Call it my need to know.

(SNIFFS)

(SIGHS)

-(CAR HORN HONKS) -(TIRES SCREECH)

Let me go, you creep!

-Yeah. -(CHUCKLES)

You didn't slow down, dickhead!

He couldn't have stopped.

He was a butt face. I could have made it.

What are you supposed to be, a clown or something?

Sometimes.

It's more like surfing than skating.

I wish the rain would stop, just once.

It can't rain all the time.

Eric?

-(CHATTERING) -(TELEPHONE RINGING)

(TYPEWRITER KEYS CLACKING)

Don't thank me. (CHUCKLES)

Are we fighting the good fight?

(SIGHS) Double homicide a year ago. No convictions.

Annie,

look at that.

"We, the undersigned tenants of 1929 Caulderon Court apartments--"

What is this, a petition?

A big kick-me sign for a very nice girl who found herself a cause,

and a cause that got her killed.

She was fighting tenant eviction in that neighborhood?

Shelly Webster and her nice rock-and-roll boyfriend Eric Draven.

You know, the last time you went snooping around on a case

-is when you got put back on the beat. -Yeah, I know.

-Torres keeps reminding me. -(CHUCKLES) I bet he does.

You're gonna wind up working a school crosswalk.

-I'm cool. -You didn't get that file from me, okay?

And don't tell me you owe me one.

Uh, I owe you one.

Yeah, right.

Damn.

(WIND HOWLING)

("GOLGOTHA TENEMENT BLUES" PLAYING)

(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

(TAPPING)

Tomorrow night... (GASPS) ...we can-- we can get high

and watch this whole fucking city burn from that window.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

♪ I am the park ♪

♪ I am glow ♪

♪ In the motherfucking dark ♪

♪ I am shocked... ♪

(CROW CAWS)

♪ I don't want to believe ♪

(CAWS LOUDLY)

♪ No more ♪

(CHUCKLES) There's a big fucking bird over there.

(CAWS)

♪ No more ♪

FUNBOY: It's a squab.

-(BOTH LAUGH) -(CROW CAWS)

(HIGH-PITCHED VOICE) Come here, bird.

Hey, bird. Hey, bird.

Bird. B-B-B-B-Birdie!

Here, birdie, birdie, birdie.

Come here, birdie, birdie, birdie.

(LAUGHING)

Birdie? Hey, birdie?

♪ To pave the way ♪

Here, Funboy.

♪ Streets of gold, streets of gold ♪

What the fuck?

(SCRAPES GUITAR STRINGS)

No, man! Don't do that!

You nearly gave me a fucking heart attack!

(DARLA CHUCKLING)

FUNBOY: Don't sweat it.

It's time for you to take your bird and leave, freako.

Take your shot, Funboy.

You got me dead bang.

-You are seriously fucked up. -(DARLA LAUGHING)

Did you look in the mirror?

I mean, you need professional help.

-(GUNSHOT) -(ERIC SCREAMS)

-BINGO! -(GROANS)

He shoots! He scores!

(GASPING)

-(CAWS) -(LAUGHS)

Whoo!

(LAUGHS)

Whoo-hoo!

(LAUGHS)

Jesus Christ.

"Jesus Christ." Stop me if you heard this one.

Jesus Christ walks into a hotel.

(GASPS)

-Ow. -(LAUGHS)

He hands the innkeeper three nails and he asks--

Don't you ever fucking die?

"Can you put me up for the night?"

-(GUNSHOT) -(FUNBOY GROANING)

Does that hurt?

-FUNBOY: Fuck. Yes, it fucking hurts. -(GASPING)

-(DOOR LOCKS) -Oh, God.

(STRAINED VOICE) Look what you've done to my sheets.

-(THUD) -(SOBS)

(DARLA SOBBING)

I've got a gun in my pocket.

You're happy to see me, aren't you?

(GASPING)

(WHIMPERS)

(TAP SQUEAKS)

(DARLA CRYING)

Stay away! Stay away from me! (SOBS)

No!

(CRYING)

Look.

"Mother is the name for God on the lips and hearts of all children."

Do you understand?

Morphine is bad for you.

Your daughter is out there on the streets waiting for you.

(RAPID RETREATING FOOTSTEPS)

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING ON JUKEBOX)

(GULPS)

If I wanted ice, I would have asked for ice!

Now fill it up!

Fill it up yourself, macho man.

GIDEON: I really need this.

All right.

(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING ON JUKEBOX)

You burn yourself playing with matches?

-Fuck off. -You have an appointment.

-Well, shit on me. -Drink up.

This is a first. Do I bow or do I curtsy?

Get my friend here a glass of blood.

-(SCREAMS) -Whoa!

-(METAL TRAY CLATTERS) -Hey, hey, hon!

Hey, good night, Darla.

-(GASPS) -(PATRONS LAUGHING)

-You stay put. Right there. -Oh, geez!

Yo, get away, steam head.

(GASPING)

Shh!

(ERIC LAUGHS)

(GASPS)

REPORTER (ON TV): As you can see,

I'm here on the corner of 27th Street and East Washington Place,

the site of last year's biggest...

-(CREAKING) -...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 precinct...

ERIC: Freeze!

-(CAN CLATTERS) -(GASPS)

Jesus. Don't ever do that, man.

(REPORTER CONTINUES ON TV)

Fuck.

Good likeness.

I saw your body, man. You-- You died. You got buried.

You still have your hat on.

(HAT LANDS ON FLOOR)

I gotta sit down.

Shit.

Holy shit.

Say...

are you some kind of... a ghost?

Boo!

I don't know what I am.

I need you to tell me what happened to us.

(SIGHS)

Well, you took a six-story swan dive out of a window.

She, uh, was beaten and raped.

Died at the hospital.

Hey, you asked, man.

I mean, come on. Read the file.

Shelly Webster held on for 30 hours in intensive care,

and her body finally just gave it up.

I saw it, man. I couldn't do jack for her.

(GASPS)

-Hey. -Don't touch me!

(GRUNTS)

Hey.

-You okay? -I saw her.

I saw her through your eyes.

You stayed with her the whole time.

Yeah, well, you got to understand something, all right?

I was-- I was hoping she'd come out of it, you know.

-Give me something I could work with. -(LIGHTER CLICKS)

Yeah.

Look, I--

Why didn't you do something about it?

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.

This your wife?

Yeah, we-- Well, not anymore.

We're getting a divorce.

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.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

(EXHALES)

You shouldn't smoke these.

They'll kill you.

Are you gonna vanish into thin air again?

I thought I'd use your front door.

Look, man, uh,

I'm sorry as hell for what happened to you and your girlfriend.

Yeah.

(DOOR OPENS)

-(WHISPERS) Yeah. -(DOOR CLOSES)

GIDEON: I got stabbed. I shot the son of a bitch.

I watched the bullet hole close by itself.

And then I heard that my business gets blown up real good.

-Other than that, my day sucked. -Yeah.

I saw him too. He had a guitar.

He winked at me before he jumped out a fourth-floor window like he had wings.

He winked at you?

(CLICKS TONGUE) Musicians.

What else did you see?

So far I haven't heard shit about what you're going to do about all this crap.

I mean, what do I get?

My livelihood, it got flushed away and went swirling.

You ain't lost everything.

Yeah, and maybe you're not such a big shot either!

Ow! Jesus!

Fair enough.

Catch.

(GASPS) Jesus.

Say hello to the last fella who wouldn't cooperate with me.

What, are you telling me-- you're telling me this thing is real?

All the power in the world resides in the eyes, fella.

Sometimes they're more useful than the people who bear them.

You know, you're directly out of your fucking mind! You know that?

Yeah.

Eyes see.

It's one of the most important things I learned from my sister.

Sister? She's supposed to be your sister? (LAUGHS)

My father's daughter. That's right.

What's the matter? You don't see the resemblance?

Now, let's take it from the top, friend. And a lot of detail, huh?

What do you say?

He had a bird with him. Nearly pecked my face off.

He told me to tell T-Bird that death was on its way.

Whatever the fuck that means. And--

Draven. He said his name was Eric Draven.

Want to relax that thing now?

And this bird man-- He just happened to let you live, huh?

You sure you ain't making all of this up just to save your own ass?

I ain't making all this up.

I ain't twisted like you two fucks.

All right.

A boy and his bird.

Awful touching.

Yeah. (LAUGHING)

Hmm.

(SCREAMS)

(CHOKING)

Oh, for fuck's sake, die, will you?

Give me that thing.

(GIDEON GAGGING)

Thanks.

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.

(PURRING)

(ELECTRIC GUITAR PLAYING)

(SIREN WAILING)

("FIRE IN THE RAIN" PLAYING)

(CAWS)

-You again. -(CROW TRILLS)

Are you lost or hungry?

-Hi. -(CAWS)

(CAWING)

♪ It can't rain all the time ♪

-(RECORD SKIPPING) -♪ Can't rain all the time-- ♪

♪ Can't rain all the time-- Can't rain all the time-- ♪

♪ Can't rain all the time-- Can't rain all the time-- ♪

♪ Can't rain-- ♪

-(WIND HOWLING) -(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

T-BIRD: I don't know how many times I gotta tell you. We're in this together.

If we ain't, and one part falls, it all falls.

You know how long it took us to put this together.

-Yeah, a long time. -T-BIRD: That piece of rat shit

made Tin Tin into a fucking voodoo doll!

-Tin Tin was a dick. -T-BIRD: Tin Tin...

BOTH: Fire it up! Fire it up!

Fire it up! Fire it up!

Fire it up!

No Funboy.

Probably still banging away on Darla.

-(GRUNTING) -(WHISTLES)

Smokes and road beers. Be quick.

I'm on it.

(DOGS BARKING)

-(BELL JINGLES) -(MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SIGHS)

(CAWS)

(LIGHTER CLICKS)

-(BAG CRINKLING) -(CASHIER CHATTERING)

What the fuck are you supposed to be, man?

(CAWS)

I'm your passenger.

(GUN CLATTERS)

Drive.

(ENGINE STARTS, REVVING)

What's all this happy horseshit?

-(TIRES SQUEAL) -Hey, T-Bird! T-Bird!

-(CAR HORN BLARING) -(SCREAMS)

(TIRES SCREECH)

Oh, shit! What the fuck's the matter with you?

-(ENGINE IDLING) -Stupid ass hair!

-You hit my car! -(GROANS)

What do you want, man? Money? Drugs? I got it.

We could use you. You did Tin Tin.

This is business, right?

-(HAMMER COCKS) -Faster.

OFFICER: You got that cream stuff?

I hate this. You can't even call it cream legally.

What in the crap?

-(SIREN WAILING) -(SCREAMING)

Oh, look. You're making us popular.

When they flash us like that, they ain't friends.

(SIREN CONTINUES WAILING)

This is vehicle 48. We got us a big, old, red hot rod.

ERIC: Turn.

You got something personal, amigo, we can work it out, right? Huh?

(CROW CAWS)

(SCREAMS)

Damn! Dead end!

(CAWS)

-Look out! -(PERSON SCREAMS)

Oh, my God! Get out of the way!

-(HORN BLARES) -(SHOUTS)

Holy shit! Goddamn foreign cars!

Shit! Shit!

Oh, I hate this. This ain't good.

T-Bird! I got you, man. I'm coming.

Shit!

(SCREAMS)

(SIREN MALFUNCTIONING)

-(GROANS) -Ow, man! (SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(DOOR ALARM DINGING)

Remember? Yeah, I remember everything. But I don't know--

What? What? Huh?

What? What are 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.

And her idiot boyfriend shows up and turns a simple sweep-and-clear

-into a total cluster fuck! -(CAR TRUNK CLOSES)

Who gives a shit? It's ancient history.

Why? What do you want?

What is it? What? Speak to me. Speak!

Did you send us these complaints?

-Come here. "Abashed the Devil stood--" -(SHELLY SCREAMS)

Does it get you sweaty?

I know you.

I know you. I knew I knew you. I knew I knew you.

But you ain't you.

You can't be you. We put you through the window.

There ain't no coming back.

This is the really real world. There ain't no coming back.

We killed you dead. There ain't no coming back.

(GRUNTING)

T-Bird--

There ain't no coming back! There ain't no coming back!

In there.

(WHIMPERS)

-(ENGINE REVS, ACCELERATES) -"Abashed the Devil stood

and felt how awful goodness is.

And felt how awful goodness is."

-(GASPS) -(CRACKLING)

(TIRES SQUEAL)

(PANTING) T-Bird.

(CROW TRILLS)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

REPORTER: This is the 7:00 am. 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, 200 individual blazes were reported,

and 11 people lost their lives.

Tonight, on the eve

of what may become the biggest and deadliest Devil's Night ever,

the mayor has firefighters from all surrounding counties...

Do you like them up or over? I can't remember.

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

-Wait. You loved eggs. -(JUICE POURING)

Yeah, when I was five.

So what do you want now? Black coffee and cigarettes?

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

Oh, it wasn't drugs.

Someone kind of woke me up.

Who?

Oh. (SIGHS)

It was nuts.

You're acting weird. Did you win the lottery or something, Darla?

Oh, forget it.

I never was too good at this mommy shit.

-(PAN CLINKING) -Over easy.

I like them over easy... Mom.

-(EGGS SIZZLING) -(CHUCKLES)

-(POLICE RADIO CHATTER) -(TELEPHONE RINGING)

TORRES: Hey, Albrecht.

(SIGHS)

This is the third hit in your hood in 24 hours.

We just fished this out of the river. He's fused to his own car.

We're gonna have to ID his teeth.

ALBRECHT: Name's T-Bird.

Arson was his specialty.

Looks like he zigged when he should have zagged.

(CHUCKLES) Case closed.

Bull-fucking-shit.

Come here.

You're holding out on me.

I got a goddamn vigilante killer knocking off scumbags left and right,

and you're covering up for somebody.

Who's the cartoon character in the painted face?

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

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 fucking automobile accident?

-Come on! -Yeah. Good speech, though.

I didn't want to interrupt you. It sounded good.

You gotta write that shit down.

All right, smart-ass.

The captain's got a little love note waiting for you.

Welcome to the first day of the rest of your suspension.

Suspension? For what?

Misconduct.

(ROTARY DIAL SPINS)

Yeah, give me the lab.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(GRUNTS)

(WOOD CREAKS, CLATTERS)

-(DOOR CREAKS) -(GASPS)

Hmm. (CHUCKLES)

SHELLY: One for sorrow, two for joy.

-Come here. -Three for a girl and four for a boy.

SHELLY: Dancing--

SHELLY: You show-off...

-(INDISTINCT CHATTER) -(ERIC GASPS)

(GASPS)

(HINGE CREAKING)

Eric?

(SIGHS) Man, Sarah, you're going crazy.

Gabriel.

(GABRIEL MEOWS)

I thought you were dead.

You're not dead, are you?

I knew it was you.

Even with the makeup.

I remembered your song.

You said, "Can't rain all the time."

That is from your song, right?

(SIGHS)

-(CAWING) -Come on, Eric. I know you're here.

I miss you. And Shelly.

I get so lonely all by myself.

To hell with you. I thought you cared.

Sarah, I do care.

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. But I chased him down.

And he flash-fried T-Bird to his fucking car!

Oh, T-Bird! Here's to you, buddy.

Maybe we ought to just videotape this, play it back in slow motion.

Fire it up! Fire it up!

-You see the grave? -Fire it up!

-Empty. -Fire it--

Grave? What grave?

What about my fucking grave? (SCREAMS)

-Three out of the four. -Oh, man!

He's working his way back to this speed freak right here.

It's not fair. It's Funboy's fault. That boy was out of control.

T-Bird, he came in. He says... (WHISTLES) ..."Waste them both."

And now this ghost gonna kill my ass next!

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

This ghost gonna kill my ass next.

-This ghost gonna kill-- -Hey.

It ain't no ghost.

They have all arrived.

Watch him.

We might need him.

Ghost gonna kill my...

(RADIO PLAYING)

He like his plain or with onions?

Fine. Don't talk to me.

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

That's what I thought.

Are you referring to anyone in particular?

You'll just think I'm nuts.

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

You see him too?

I saw somebody.

Maybe it was your fairy godfather.

Eric didn't come back for me.

He can't be my friend anymore because I'm-- I'm alive.

You want a friend to walk you home?

(ELECTRIC GUITAR PLAYING)

("AFTER THE FLESH" PLAYING)

♪ I am the new way to go ♪

♪ I am the way of the future ♪

♪ There's a lot of innocent people Being crucified ♪

♪ You things, things, things ♪

♪ Of the flesh do it slow ♪

♪ Down avenues ♪

♪ Cut me, lust my eyes ♪

♪ Licking lips Encouraging Mr. Careworn ♪

♪ To gaze upon a screen Bask on ♪

♪ After the flesh ♪

-(GUNS COCKING) -(CHATTERING)

(GROANING)

Boys.

It seems our friend T-Bird won't be joining us this evening

on account of a slight case of death.

-(ALL CHUCKLE) -You wanna sit down?

(GROANING)

(GRUNTS)

Well, well, well. Devil's Night is upon us again.

I thought we'd throw a little party,

start a bunch of fires, make a little profit.

I like the pretty lights.

(ALL CHUCKLING)

Problem is, it's all been done before. You see what I'm saying?

That's no reason to quit.

Wrong. Best reason to quit.

Only reason to quit.

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.

And I'll tell you. When I used to think about the idea itself,

it put a big old smile on my face.

You see, gentlemen,

greed is for amateurs.

Disorder, chaos, anarchy--

Now, that's fun!

-What about Devil's Night? -What about it?

I started the first fires in this goddamn city.

Before I knew it, every charlatan and shit heel was imitating me.

Do you know what they got now?

Devil's Night greeting cards.

Isn't that precious?

Yeah.

The idea has become the institution, boys.

Time to move along.

You don't want us to do light-my-fire time for the whole city?

No.

No, I want you to set a fire so goddamn big

the gods will notice us again.

-That's what I'm saying. -Right.

I want all of you boys to be able to look me straight in the eye one more time

and say, "Are we having fun or what?"

Hey, you! What's your name? Skank! You don't feel that?

I feel like a little worm on a big fucking hook.

(LAUGHTER)

"I feel like a little worm on a big fucking hook."

Well, boy, your mama must be damn proud of you!

-(CAWS) -(GASPS)

How the hell did that thing get in here?

Gentlemen.

(SHOUTS)

SKANK: There he is!

Let me go. Let me go. I gotta go.

Well, you're him, huh? The avenger.

The killer of killers.

-Nice outfit. -(WHIMPERING)

I'm not sure about the face though.

I just want him.

(SHRIEKS)

-Well, you can't have him. -(LAUGHTER)

Well...

I see you have made your decision.

Now let's see you enforce it.

Ah, this is already boring the shit out of me. Kill him!

-All right. -Go!

Ooh.

That had to hurt.

(LAUGHTER)

Well, that's that.

That guy was crazy.

(CAWS)

He's gone.

-(GUNSHOT) -(SCREAMS)

(SCREAMS)

-(GUNSHOTS) -SKANK: Oh, no!

Get him!

(WHIMPERS)

SKANK: Oh! Ah!

Right here! Here, here, help me! Help me! They're gonna kill me!

Jesus Christ!

(GROANING)

Hey!

("AFTER THE FLESH" CONTINUES PLAYING)

♪ I am the way of the future ♪

♪ They blew his brains out at gunpoint ♪

You're all going to die here.

♪ I am the way of the future ♪

♪ Never unfasten your seat belt ♪

(SONG CONTINUES PLAYING)

(SCREAMING)

FAN: Get the fuck out of here!

-(SHOUTING) -(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

(SKANK GROANS, GASPS)

(SKANK WHIMPERING)

(SCREAMS)

Guess it's not a good day to be a bad guy, huh, Skank?

I'm not Skank. There's Skank right there.

(CHUCKLES) Skank's dead.

That's right.

No!

(WHIMPERING)

(SIREN WAILING)

(LOUD THUD)

What in the crap?

-Don't move! -Hold it!

That's all she wrote. Move and we shoot.

-Nobody-- -(GUNSHOTS)

(SIRENS WAILING)

OFFICER (OVER SPEAKER): You are surrounded by police units.

Do not attempt to escape.

Stop running immediately.

Holy shit!

(OFFICER OVER SPEAKER CONTINUES, INDISTINCT)

-(GUNSHOTS) -Repeat. Stop immediately.

Lie down and spread your arms and legs...

(TIRES SCREECH)

Come on! Move it!

(TIRES SQUEAL)

My advice: Next time, duck.

So many cops, you'd think they were giving away doughnuts.

(SIREN WAILING)

Shit!

-(DOOR OPENS) -(FOOTSTEPS RUNNING)

(SIGHS) I knew you were gonna do that.

Look at that out there. Whole city ought to be in flames by now.

The sky ought to be red.

So that, I take it, is the late, great Eric Draven.

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

I like him already.

The crow is his link

between the land of the living and the realm of the dead.

So, kill the crow and destroy the man.

(CHUCKLES)

I'm coming home, Shelly.

(CHILDREN CHATTERING, LAUGHING)

(CHILDREN HOWLING, LAUGHING)

(ERIC LAUGHS)

CHILDREN: Whoo! Yeah! Whoo!

-(LAUGHING) -(CHILDREN CHEERING)

You're gonna say I shouldn't be in the cemetery

in the middle of the night, right?

Safest place in the world to be.

It's 'cause everybody's dead.

I knew you'd come here.

It's really late, Sarah.

You didn't say goodbye.

You're just gonna have to forgive me for that.

And you're never coming back.

I gave this to Shelly once.

I think she'd like you to have it.

This way, you'll always remember her.

I'll never take it off.

I better go sneak back in the house.

Bye.

(WIND HOWLING)

-(MUFFLED SCREAMING) -Shh. Shh.

Shh. Take it easy, sweetheart.

(MUFFLED SHOUTING)

Come on. Come on.

What is that? Some sort of souvenir there from your pal?

I'll just keep it for good luck. What do you say? Hmm?

Her eyes are so innocent.

(WIND HOWLING)

-SARAH: Eric! -(CROW TRILLS)

Eric, help! Eric!

(CROW CAWS)

(CAWS)

-(CAWS) -(GUNSHOT)

(ERIC GASPS)

Quick impression for ya.

Caw! Caw! Bang! Fuck, I'm dead!

Give me the girl and I'll let you walk out of here.

Well, well. Why don't you just give me a minute to think about that, huh?

(CROW SQUAWKS)

Nah, fuck it.

(GROANS)

(CHUCKLES)

Aw, fuck.

(SARAH SHOUTING, MUFFLED)

Well, well, well.

It does seem to me that our little life has undergone

a rather significant change in the past few minutes now.

Wouldn't you agree?

(GROANS)

(GASPS)

Well, for a ghost, you bleed just fine.

(CAWS)

-It's still alive. -Well, then kill it!

Bye-bye, birdie.

(ERIC GASPS, GRUNTS)

-(GASPS) -(CAWING)

-(GROANS) -(COCKS GUN)

Aw, shit.

Well, I just came by to pay my respects,

and here you are getting all shot up again.

-They've taken Sarah. -How many?

Two more. (GROANS)

I can handle it. Don't worry.

I'm not worried.

Look, here's the plan.

You stay in front, and when they run out of ammo, I'll arrest them.

That sounds like a great plan. There's just one problem.

Oh, shit.

You're bleeding all over the place.

I thought, you know, you were invincible.

I was. I'm not anymore.

(SIGHS) Well, I guess you really will need my help, won't you?

-Come on. -(GROANS)

(GROANS)

You take that.

-(BELL TOLLS) -(GROANS)

(GROANING)

You were supposed to stay behind me.

I think I messed up.

(PANTING)

(THUNDERCLAP)

(CROW TRILLS)

This is all the power you ever had.

Now it is mine.

Pity there's not more time.

-(GUN COCKS) -For us.

-(SCREAMING) -(CROW SQUAWKING)

-(BELL TOLLING) -(CROW CAWING)

(SCREAMING)

(THUD)

SARAH: Help, Eric! I'm scared!

Let me go!

(SARAH GRUNTS)

Let her go!

You can have me. I won't fight you.

All right.

-(SARAH SCREAMS) -No!

-(ERIC GRUNTS) -(SWORD CLANGS)

(CROW CAWS)

(THUNDERCLAP)

(GRUNTS)

(ERIC GROANS, SCREAMS)

(GROANS)

-(TILES CLATTERING) -Eric!

(ERIC GROANS)

(CHUCKLES)

(GROANING)

Sarah?

Look out!

(GROANS)

(CAWS)

Eric!

(GROANS)

(SWORD CLATTERS)

You know, my daddy used to say,

"Every man's got a devil, and you can't rest till you find him."

What happened back there with you and your girlfriend,

I cleared that building.

Hell, nothing in this town happens without my say-so.

So I'm sorry if I spoiled your wedding plans there, friend.

But if it's any consolation to you,

you have put a smile on my face.

You got a lot of spirit, son.

I am going to miss you.

I have something to give you.

I don't want it anymore.

(GRUNTS)

Thirty hours of pain.

-All at once! -(GROANS)

(MONITOR BEEPS)

All for you.

(CAWS)

(GRUNTING)

(TILES CLATTERING)

ERIC (WHISPERS): Yeah.

Go help him.

Are you alive?

(GROANS) God, I need a cigarette.

Everybody else dead?

You helped me.

What you kept in here saved me.

-Thanks. -Don't mention it.

I've been meaning to come to church anyway.

(SIGHS)

Oh, yuck.

I'm quitting as of now. If I live.

(SIREN WAILING)

Stay with him until help comes.

He'll be okay, right?

Eric?

(CHUCKLES) He does that a lot.

(SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE)

(TIRES SCREECH)

Shelly.

-(POLICE RADIO CHATTER) -(CAR DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

-(HELICOPTER WHIRRING) -(CAR DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER CONTINUES)

TORRES: All right. I saw the ambulance.

-Night turn ugly? -OFFICER: Multiple homicides.

-At least it stopped raining, huh? -Can't rain all the time.

No, I don't believe it. This nightmare your fault, Albrecht?

Look, you go on home.

-I'm okay. -Okay.

-Want to tell me what's going on? -Your vigilante's up on the roof.

You missed it.

Get him out of here.

(CHUCKLES)

(WIND HOWLING)

(SQUAWKS)

Thanks.

SARAH: If the people we love are stolen from us,

the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them.

Buildings burn, people die,

but real love is forever.

("IT CAN'T RAIN ALL THE TIME" PLAYING)

♪ We walked the narrow path ♪

♪ Beneath the smoking skies ♪

♪ Sometimes you can barely tell The difference ♪

♪ Between darkness and light ♪

♪ Do you have faith ♪

♪ In what we believe? ♪

♪ The truest test is when we cannot ♪

♪ When we cannot see ♪

♪ I hear pounding feet in the ♪

♪ In the streets below and the ♪

♪ And the women crying and the ♪

♪ And the children know that there ♪

♪ There's something wrong and ♪

♪ It's hard to believe That love will prevail ♪

♪ Oh, it won't rain all the time ♪

♪ The sky won't fall forever ♪

♪ And though the night seems long ♪

♪ Your tears won't fall ♪

♪ Forever ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ When I'm lonely ♪

♪ I lie awake at night ♪

♪ And I wish you were here ♪

♪ I miss you ♪

♪ Can you tell me ♪

♪ Is there something more to believe in? ♪

♪ Or is this all there is? ♪

♪ In the pounding feet, in the ♪

♪ In the streets below and the ♪

♪ And the Window breaks and ♪

♪ And a woman falls, there's ♪

♪ There's something wrong, it's ♪

♪ It's hard to believe That love will prevail ♪

♪ It won't rain all the time ♪

♪ The sky won't fall forever ♪

♪ And though the night seems long ♪

♪ Your tears won't fall ♪

♪ Your tears won't fall ♪

♪ Your tears won't fall ♪

♪ Forever ♪

♪ Last night I had a dream ♪

♪ You came into my room ♪

♪ You took me into your arms ♪

♪ Whispering and kissing me ♪

♪ And telling me to still believe ♪

♪ Within the emptiness Of the burning cities ♪

♪ Against which we set Our darkest selves ♪

♪ Until I felt safe and warm ♪

♪ I fell asleep in your arms ♪

♪ When I awoke I cried again ♪

♪ For you were gone ♪

♪ Oh, can you hear me? ♪

♪ It won't rain all the time ♪

♪ The sky won't fall forever ♪

♪ And though the night seems long ♪

♪ Your tears won't fall forever ♪

♪ It won't rain all the time ♪

♪ The sky won't fall forever ♪

♪ And though the night seems long ♪

♪ Your tears won't fall ♪

♪ Your tears won't fall ♪

♪ Your tears won't fall ♪

♪ Forever ♪

("BIG EMPTY" PLAYING)

♪ Driving faster in my car ♪

♪ Falling farther from just what we are ♪

♪ Smoke a cigarette and lie some more ♪

♪ These conversations kill ♪

♪ Falling faster in my car ♪

♪ Time to take her home ♪

♪ Her dizzy head is conscience-laden ♪

♪ Time to take a ride ♪

♪ It leaves today, no conversation ♪

♪ Time to take her home ♪

♪ Her dizzy head is conscience-laden ♪

♪ Time to wait too long To wait too long ♪

♪ To wait too long ♪