StarCat/CatStar

Before and after scenes of the houses: people on the lawns smiling and waving;
then to lawns blowing with McDonald's cheeseburger sacks, and with pitbulls
fighting, men in undershirts whipping them with belts...and another pair of dogs
daggering each other.
A man on a Shriner's motorcycle does a wheelie.
Cars are heaped at the neck of culdesacs as gang-warfare explodes.
An exchange of gunfire leaves a young man lain low. A friend weeps over him and
raises his hands to the heavens.
A hundred story tenement building is seen going up on the horizon.
A greed-head talking to greed-head community organizers. The woman from the
bike-path who had her teeth knocked out is there, smiling ridiculously (teeth still
missing), in a glittering red, low-cut dress, her makeup misapplied to one eye.
A family of five in a station-wagon, “WE'RE JUST GONNA GO FOR IT!! WE'RE
JUST GONNA GO FOR IT!!” driving at full speed into the interstate car barrier,
exploding. Men cheer as the dad crawls out of the car on fire, stumbling and
running, throwing his arms in the air; people run with him, surrounding him and
cheering him on.
A furious looking man with white-dyed mustaches coming from the sides of his
mouth, so that they look like foam dribbling loose, entreating his people: the poor
and the criminal.
“They tried to push us out. Now we've got them trapped in.” He has a little cudgel
raised over his head; at the end of the cudgel is a fist, lit aflame.
“They been movin' us around for generations. This is where we make our last
stand....They're going to have to get rid of us the old fashioned way this time; or
we're gonna make a goddamn trade in their skins that will break the bank!
“We're the gate-keepers to their whole fuckin' world now. Nothin' goes down
without our say-so....
“This is how they meet us; this is how they finally see into our eyes.”
He gives a war-whoop and starts circling the flaming club over his head.
“Annihilate 'em!!” shrieks the formerly composed, aged officer in uniform, black
spit shooting out from between his teeth and dribbling down his chin.
A helicopter descends into the view of an airborne shot, a column of black smoke
rising not far in the distance.
The camera following the grid of a street closely from above, showing street-tostreet
fighting: police shooting tear-gas cannisters; national guard running in
tight formation.