when i spoke of an offering, i didn't mean an offering to you.
an unexpected pleasure.
who got himself what?
i had heard something like this. describe it for me. the "hit".
i know of no one. but even if there is, i am sure it is nothing outside your capacity to deal with?
to be sure. now tell how your friend died.
did you see an animal of any kind? did you see a bird?
good.
sounds like our "crow" is out-maneuvering you.
come now. you've seen the graffiti -- all over the city in the few hors it has taken your men to drop like plague victims. what about your turf, top? you don't seem to have ripped out anyone's heart yet.
i am sitting over here.
do you think this childish machismo impresses me? when i was a boy in saigon i watched my country change one block at a time, one building at a time. whole lives erased. a way of life, polluted. today, no one forces me to move. i use my powers to change your country, one block at a time, one building at a time.
your comprehension is not required. your cooperation and, indeed, your ability are the issues on the table.
that's reassuring.
this is a cobra, mr. grange. yes, it is real.
extremely so. you and i are the recipients of unwanted good fortune, in the form of a man everyone is calling the crow.
i intend no slight to you, but i cannot find the english to adequately express just what he is. i suppose western mythology would describe him as a fury.
do you know of spirit assassins? you do know the dead can rise? properly motivated, of course.
mmm. but tonight i can take what is his.
to the contrary.
all the dying tonight will be done by the former eric draven.
who is only invulnerable so long as he cares about the dead. when he begins to care about the living, you'll find his heart can bleed.  and i want it to bleed for me.
truly kill him. so i may crush his skull and smoke it.
let it suffice that i need him.  and to get to him, we'll need his little friend.
of course you can. angle - grange in the gallery -- in darkness. the running lights on his night-scoped, laser-sighted sniper's rifle which throws vague sprays of eerie red and green light.
i wish to possess what you have now.
i know. that is why i will prevail. mr. grange.  ?
sooner or later, my action were destined to bring me a genuine fury. and it turned out to be you. at last. i appreciate your abilities as few mortals can. that's why i desire them.
i don't believe that. lao motions to grange with the killing blade. grange relaxes his deathgrip on the crow. move in close on eric so we may perceive a palpable degree of relief.
time for you to die for me. funny, how the dead can still bleed. how they need air.
break its neck.
i said no shooting!
can you fly, crow man?
face me!
no. you are.
you've caused another death, mister draven! the girl will die as well -- because of you!
i took yours from you. your little girlfriend? i took hers, too. your meaningless, petty life? i took it so that tonight your existence might gain a purpose. you're no avenger. you're mine.
i don't need eyes to take what i want from you.