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FADE IN:
16 INT. CORNER STORE - NIGHT 16
A small corner store is predominately empty. Only a handful
of people are shopping its narrow aisles when a duo of
masked STREET THUGS enter the store with the FIRING of a
hand gun.
STREET THUG #1
Get on the floor, now!
As the first of the thugs barks out orders, the other spray
paints the surveillance camera lens black. As all of the
people begin to hit the floor, the second thug rushes to
the clerk.
STREET THUG #2
You know the drill, old man! One
false move and you're a dead
mother-
STREET THUG #1
I said on the ground - and that
goes for everybody!
The thug at the counter quickly turns around to see his
partner scurrying toward the back aisle of the tiny store.
The second thug FIRES another shot that hits the wall mere
feet away from the cashier.
STREET THUG #2
(to cashier)
Money in the bag!
As the cashier works frantically to get the money, the thug
glances back to his partner.
STREET THUG #2 (cont'd)
Yo, man, what are you doing?!
The first thug jumps around the corner of the back aisle
and stares angrily down the aisle as he PUMPS his SHOTGUN.
STREET THUG #1
You think the rules don't apply
to you, lady?
Standing nonchalantly in front of the frozen food section,
Fred is leafing through a magazine.
STREET THUG #2 (O.S)
What the hell is going on back
there?
STREET THUG #1
Are you deaf, bitch?!
Fred finally stops and whimsically looks up from the
magazines.
FRED
(cheerfully)
I'm sorry. I got caught up in my
magazines. Were you talkin' to
me?
The thug stares incredulously at her, as the other thug has
comes around to the back aisle to join his accomplice.
STREET THUG #2
(to other)
Stop screwing around with the
customers!
(to Fred)
On the ground, bitch!
Fred cracks a smile as he hurries toward her.
The second thug grabs her by the shoulder, but as he does,
she grabs his arm and, with one hand, SNAPS the bone nearly
in two, leaving it sticking grotesquely from the skin!
The thug SCREAMS in pain as she releases him and he falls
to the ground.
Fred glances down at him and then back to the remaining
thug, who stumbles backwards in horror.
FRED
That was awful rude. Don't you
think?
Fred cracks another friendly smile, inciting the thug to
SCREAM as he raises his pistol.
The thug pulls the trigger, but as soon as he does, she
moves her hand through the air and pulls her patented
bending of time.
Everything flicks to SLOW MOTION - glass SHATTERS in a
refrigerator door behind Fred, as she surges forwards
towards him.
We snap back to NORMAL SPEED as he's LIFTED off the ground,
looking down at Fred. She smiles sweetly back up at him.
FRED (cont'd)
Didn't your parents ever tell you
that stealing was wrong? Mine
did.
Daddy always said that if you
can't find work, then you're not
looking hard enough. Shoot, when
he was young, he used to dig
ditches for a living to provide
for my mom - and really, who
wants to dig ditches?
STREET THUG #1
(struggling to breathe)
Please... don't kill me...
FRED
(laughing)
If my parents told me that
stealing was wrong, do you really
think they'd be okay with murder?
COP (O.S)
Alright, miss, drop him, and put
your hands in the air!
Fred glances over her shoulder to see five POLICE OFFICERS
spread throughout the store, all guns pointed at her. The
rest of the thugs have been rounded up and cuffed.
She turns back the to the thug, almost looking
disappointed.
FRED
But then again...
Fred's face suddenly hardens, and the thug's eyes bulge as
she SQUEEZES his throat a little harder.
FRED (cont'd)
(cold)
... we've all got to grow up
sometime.
The thug starts to cry out - and she turns and HURLS him
through the air!
He YELLS as he smashes into the cops, scattering them like
bowling pins.
The nearest cop scrambles back to his feet, pushing the
stunned thug away from him, but as he turns back to where
Fred was standing, she's gone.
The bemused cop looks around the store, but there's no sign
of her. The thug at his feet GROANS, and as the cop exhales
and reaches down to cuff him, we cut back to:
17 INT. W&H - LINDSEY'S OFFICE 17
Lindsey is sitting behind his desk, looking annoyed as
Lilah lounges across his desk.
LINDSEY
You just couldn't stay away,
could you?
LILAH
(smiling)
Why, Lindsey, whatever do you
mean? You may have enjoyed
whatever holding dimension they
had you in, but mine wasn't what
good little girls dream about
when they close their eyes.
LINDSEY
You just couldn't stand the fact
that I got to come back, could
you? So the first chance you get,
you wiggle your way back into the
partners' good graces with this
little 'liaison' gig.
LILAH
Honey, get over yourself. You
think I went to them with this?
After all the crap you've pulled,
I'm surprised they let you back
up here with all your body parts.
I was plucked from my cozy
little...
Lilah stops, thinking for a moment, before she glances
under the table.
LINDSEY
What the hell are you doing?
LILAH
Jimmy Lowenstein from non-human
resources came back from a
holding dimension with one less-
LINDSEY
What are we, Lilah, twelve?
(apathetically)
It's still there.
LILAH
Hey, I'm just looking out for
you, champ. I'm your liaison now.
Looking out for you is pretty
much in the job description.
LINDSEY
Do me a favor and spare me the
freshman psych mind games. You'll
turn me in the first time I cross
the road without looking both
ways.
LILAH
Actually, I'll turn you in before
you reach the road and hope for
the best.
(off look)
Come on, Lindsey. This is going
to be fun! The co-vice presidents
of special projects back together
again? Could you think of a more
exciting place to be right now?
LINDSEY
I don't know. Hell?
LILAH
Ow. If I hadn't spent three
centuries in a fiery torment,
that might have hurt.
(cheerfully)
But, as is, I'm just finding
myself in the mood for a night
out on the town. First day back
on earth is always exciting.
She stands up from the desk and pulls down the collar of
her turtle neck shirt.
LILAH (cont'd)
Look, they even removed the scar.
(happily)
They thought it was more
professional this way. So what do
you say? How about a drink for
old time sake?
LINDSEY
Old times were me pulling your
knives out of my back.
LILAH
I didn't say you couldn't be
armed.
LINDSEY
As enthused as I am about your
being back, and really, I am,
I've got an important client
arriving next week that I've got
to prepare for.
So if you can just poof,
levitate, or just generally get
the hell out, that would be
great.
LILAH
Let me know how things go with
that new client of yours, boss.
The senior partners are just
dying for my first report.
She turns and walks out of the room, leaving Lindsey
staring on disdainfully as she does so.
18 INT. UTF HQ - COMMONS AREA 18
Spike is sprawled lazily across a couch, watching
television when Sonia enters the room.
SONIA
Whatcha watching?
She pushes his legs off of the couch and lounges opposite
of him.
SPIKE
Some ridiculous program about
plane crash on an island or
something. Bloody American TV...
Spike gets up, turns the TV off, and plops miserably back
upon the couch.
SPIKE (cont'd)
This is why I hate the day time.
The television is nothing short
of perverse. Honestly, I don't
know how I've survived this long
without staking myself out of
complete boredom.
After a few quiet moments, Spike looks around the room
cautiously a few times before turning back to Sonia.
SPIKE (cont'd)
(awkward)
Look, if there's anything... that
you ever need to, you know...
talk about...
SONIA
You mean other than crappy TV?
SPIKE
(frowns)
I'm being serious here!
SONIA
(smiling)
Sorry.
SPIKE
(uneasily)
Percy seems to think that you
might need to talk to someone
about... things.
Sonia nervously squirms about the couch as she sits up,
obviously onto Spike's covert ways.
SONIA
What 'things'?
SPIKE
I don't know now, do I! He's all
high and mighty and I can't
understand what he's babbling
about half the time. Maybe if
somebody pulled that thesaurus
out of his arse, we could
understand him!
SONIA
It's alright, really. I don't
need to-
SPIKE
(sighing)
I think what he's trying to say,
in many more words than humanly
necessary, is that-
The door SLAMS open and ILLYRIA bursts through it.
SPIKE (cont'd)
(relieved)
Oh, thank God.
ILLYRIA
Where is Wesley?
SONIA
I think I saw him in his office?
Illyria storms out of the room, leaving Spike and Sonia in
an awkward state of silence.
SONIA (cont'd)
So...
SPIKE
Maybe we should try this again
some other time.
SONIA
Deal.
They both get up and walk in opposite directions.
19 INT. UTF HQ - WESLEY'S OFFICE 19
DAVID, 26, the UTF House Scientist, is flipping innocently
through a folder as he lies it on Wesley's desk. His long,
brown hair hangs down over his white coat and a pair of
taped eyeglasses cap off the utter nerd appeal
Without much thought, he turns around to leave the room
only to find Illyria standing right in face. The man nearly
falls backward as he tries quickly to catch his breath.
DAVID
Illyria! God, you scared me!
Illyria stares at him oddly, cocking her head to the side
as she studies him.
DAVID (cont'd)
(cautious)
Can I... help you with something?
ILLYRIA
Where is Wesley?
DAVID
(nervously)
Wesley?
(off look)
Oh, Wesley! He said that he was
going to take a, um... shower.
ILLYRIA
I do not have time for your
childish games. Divulge his
location or die.
DAVID
I told you, he's in the show-
Illyria takes a step toward him and David ducks his head
into his hands as he screams out the truth.
DAVID (cont'd)
Okay! He's at a warehouse on
102nd and Crenshaw! I don't know
what he's doing there, I swear!
He just-
As he looks up, Illyria is gone. David exhales, relieved
that she left without deciding to teach him a lesson, and
we cut to:
20 INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - LATER 20
Crates are stacked high around the building, creating a
complicated maze of woodwork.
We ascend through the rafters of the building as we take in
the aerial view of the warehouse. From our position, we can
see that there is only one clearing in the entire building,
and in it stands Wesley, waiting impatiently.
VOICE (O.S)
You seem a little jumpy.
Wes whips around, pulling both of his PISTOLS from their
holsters.
From behind a wall of boxes emerges JAMAL, a well dressed
Rastafarian gang member, followed by several members of his
gang, all carrying weapons.
JAMAL
It ain't because you're the only
white man within a six block
radius, is it?
Wes calmly holsters his guns.
WESLEY
I'm jumpy because you're late,
and that, as I'm sure you well
know, is the first sign of
duplicitous behavior.
JAMAL
Or traffic.
WESLEY
(narrows eyes)
Have you got my stones or not?
JAMAL
Patience. Your little voodoo
spell was harder to track down
than we thought.
WESLEY
Do you expect an apology?
JAMAL
I expect you to add another
number to the end of its price
tag.
Wes glances around at the intimidating gang members before
nodding.
WESLEY
Done.
He slides the briefcase across the cement floor to Jamal.
WESLEY (cont'd)
There's another briefcase in the
third crate in the south corridor
just behind me. It should be more
than enough to compensate you for
your troubles.
Jamal nods in that direction, sending three of his gang
members in the direction.
JAMAL
(smiling)
Are you implying that we're
dishonest people?
WESLEY
Not in the least bit. My
implications were more along the
lines of your being the scum of
the earth - and after all the
things I've seen in my lifetime,
that doesn't bode well for your
reputation.
Jamal's face goes stone cold.
JAMAL
Is that right?
Jamal makes an almost imperceptible nod to his gang
members, and with a chorus of CLICKS they all load their
guns and aim that at Wesley.
JAMAL (cont'd)
Maybe we need to have a talk
about your-
Short bursts of MACHINE GUN FIRE suddenly ring throughout
the warehouse, and two of Jamal's men hit the floor.
Before he can react, Wes has a pistol aimed at Jamal's head
as a couple dozen UTF MEMBERS move strategically from the
various nooks and crannies of the cluttered building,
holding up the remaining few of Jamal's gang.
WESLEY
(smiling)
Now, if you'll slide over the
stones, nice and slowly...
JAMAL
You're one crazy white boy if you
think that-
Another GUN SHOT rings out as Wes hits directly where he
was aiming in Jamal's knee. Jamal HOWLS in pain and drops
to one knee.
WESLEY
'Crazy white boy' barely scrapes
the surface, Jamal. 'Immoral
serial killer' is going to be the
phrase they use to describe me if
you do not pass me my property.
Still reluctantly, Jamal slides the case across the ground
to Wesley's feet.
WESLEY (cont'd)
Thank you.
He opens the briefcase to find a pair of brilliantly
colored and perfectly smooth oval STONES. He inspects them
carefully for a moment's time before closing the case and
standing back up.
WESLEY (cont'd)
It's been nice doing business
with you.
Wes turns and starts to walk away.
JAMAL
You better sleep with one eye
open, Pryce, because you best
believe that I'm going to want
revenge!
Wes stops as he thinks on the words for a moment.
WESLEY
Yes, I suppose you will.
With that, he turns around and SHOOTS Jamal in the chest.
As the other gang members go for their weapons, the UTF
mows them down, bullets flying in from all over the
warehouse.
Without waiting for the smoke to clear, Wes turns again and
heads towards the exit.
WESLEY (cont'd)
Clear it up. No traces.
One of the UTF members watches Wes disappear back into the
maze of crates, a conflicted look upon his face until one
of the other members comes to meet him.
UTF MEMBER #2
What's the problem?
UTF MEMBER #1
Didn't all that seem a little...
wrong to you?
UTF MEMBER #2
'Wrong'?
UTF MEMBER #1
We just murdered half a dozen men
in cold blood!
UTF MEMBER #2
One thing, those weren't 'men,'
they were gang bangers. And do
you even have to be reminded of
what they did to Ramirez? We
finally get a guy in charge with
a pair and you want to pull the
estrogen card? This man is the
best thing that's ever happened
to us!
UTF MEMBER #1
(beat)
What were those stones? They
worth killing for?
UTF MEMBER #2
If he needed us to know, he'd
tell us. And that's good enough
for me.
The second member disappears off screen. A few moments
later, the first shakes his head and does the same.
We stay with the deserted scene for a moment before we
ascend back into the rafters to find Illyria watching, a
confused look upon her face as we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
21 INT. UTF HQ - COMMONS AREA - NIGHT 21
Spike walks into the room to find Sonia on the far side of
the room, finishing a vigorous workout on the punching bag.
Spike tries to turn around and sneak out of sight, but not
before:
SONIA
Are you avoiding me?
Spike makes it another three steps before she calls out
again.
SONIA (cont'd)
(annoyed)
Spike?
SPIKE
(mutters)
Bugger.
He stops and hangs his head for a moment before turning
around.
SPIKE (cont'd)
(sighs)
Yes.
SONIA
Is it because of the conversation
we didn't have earlier?
SPIKE
(shifty)
Maybe...
SONIA
This is ridiculous! We've been
fighting together all summer
long. We've had each other's
backs more times than I can
count, and now we're not talking
because you think Wes thinks we
should talk?
SPIKE
(beat)
That pretty much covers it.
SONIA
Well, this obviously isn't going
to be over until we talk.
SPIKE
(beat)
You're right.
SONIA
So... let's talk.
SPIKE
Okay.
A long beat.
The phone RINGS across the room.
SONIA
(relieved)
Oh, thank God.
Sonia hurries over to answer the phone as Spike takes a
relieved breath.
SONIA (cont'd)
(into phone)
Hello? Where at? Are you sure?
Where are the others? Yeah, we'll-
Hello?
(beat)
Hello?!
She SLAMS the phone down and unwraps the sweater from
around her waist, throwing it over her shoulders.
SPIKE
Trouble?
SONIA
Something like that. You game?
SPIKE
What's going on?
SONIA
From the sound of it, we've got a
nest of demons held up down by
the docks. Sounds like we'll need
to bring out the big guns.
SPIKE
No self respecting man uses a
gun! Fetch my broadsword.
Sonia releases a small laugh at his demand.
SPIKE (cont'd)
Or I'll fetch my...
(thinking)
... wait. Flashing back to
something here.
SONIA
Flashback later. Kill things now.
SPIKE
Where's your little army of
soldier boys?
SONIA
Out with Wes. We don't have time
to wait for them.
SPIKE
(assertively)
I think we should wait for the
others.
SONIA
(eyes him)
Since when?
SPIKE
Since now, woman! Does it bloody
well matter?
Sonia seems deflated by the news.
SONIA
Can't we just-
SPIKE
(quickly)
Okay. Arm's twisted. Let's go.
Sonia smiles as Spike disappears off screen.
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