Stolen Huey Helicopter Chase

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A stolen Huey thunders down 42nd Street, rotors clipping fire escapes, showering sparks. The pilot's a deserter with nothing left. Below, the revolution's burning itself out—Molotovs and police cars and the glorious orange chaos of the city eating itself. The camera shakes like it's bolted to a paint shaker. Film grain like gravel. When the chopper rises over the inferno, we see it all: the whole damn island going up like a Roman candle, beautiful and stupid and free.SFX: Wah-wah guitar screaming, the chopper's death-rattle, breaking glass like applause, a radio playing something funky and apocalyptic, sirens dopplering into oblivionLook: Bleach bypass, blown-out highlights, cigarette smoke, sweat, the color of old blood and cheap whiskey, lens flares for daysSee less