— Tonight, He Comes — Written by: Vy Vincent Ngo Creative Artists Agency David Styne , BS"Tonight, He Comes" FADE IN: CC BLACK. It's everywhere. It swallows the screen. And so we stare into a sea of BLACK. NARRATOR (V.0.) I saw a severed head once. Except for the paleness, it looked healthy, well-fed, The end came abruptly you could tell cause the mouth froze in mid-sentence, yShh.-.," the curled lips attempted. trike at started saying "shucks" or "Shirley" or... "shit happens." Your eyes don't forget things like that. Like you don't forget the sound animals make when they're humping. Primal. Raw. They endure jn You forever because the senses have a (a pregnant beat) Sometimes when it's dark out,’ 80 dark it's black, I'll see HIM. (beat) And it starts all over again. From this blackness, a streak of LIGHTNING splits the night sky, e EXT. SKY - NIGHT fe are in the eye of a STORM, an angry mass o: across the black sky. It bri: of a howling WIND, f clouds raging ngs RAIN and THUNDER and the swirl An ENTITY emerges from this moist darkness. It flies through the weather and advances into our scope of visibility. A FLASH of lightning erupts and it illuminates the sky. We SEE the approaching entity as it hovers before ne? It's a man. It's a man, plus. It's a SUPERHERO, gazbed in an elastic dark-grey outfit - a faded RED CAPE extends behind him, thrashing against: the wind and rain, This Superhero (30). unshaven. Disheveled. Worn. A face chiselled with mileage,C) In the eyes, we can see his soul. Intense. Fierce. An exposed nerve, snagged in a fish hook. - He hangs in the air, tired, rain-soaked, pissed-off. He stares down at the earth below and he beholds the saturated visage of SHEEPSHEAD BAY, a seaside Brooklyn neighborhood. And from the bowels of his very soul, this Superhero belches a thunderous ROAR, He pivots in the air and dives toward land. He slices through the downpour, arms extended, body erect, engulfed in the dimensions of his cape. The ground approaches, fast. He accelerates as if to embrace it. Velocity sucks up all remaining space and there is IMPACT. An EXPLOSION as he rips through the street surface, penetrating the asphalt - head first. Debris and concrete spew from the ruptured orifice as he disappears inside. There is an expulsion of subterranean pressure and it launches nearby manhole LIDS from their spots - they bounce and CLANG down the street like loose change. The rain continues its onslaught. INT. APARTMENT - NIGHT Rain sloshes against a kitchen window. Where the sink is. Not far from the kitchen table. Where the LONGFELLOW Family sits, dinner before them. HORUS (35) leans over his plat man of diminutive frame, bespe low fat milk. eating his meal, Here idles a acled, placid - as harmless as He sits opposite MARY (30), frenetically appropriating food. A feet ee uty entwined in maternal angst she is estrogen with an attitude. A meek little AARON (8), slouches between the folks - a BLACK EYE tattoos the left of his face. Aaron stares at the damn plate, finding no humor in eggplant. MARY The principal did nothing. Like schoolyard terrorism is no worse than being tardy. What's the matter with education? Back when, you could go to school and learn about Betsy Ross and:.. mollusks and... not get stabbed on the way home. (MORE)