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13 EXT. ALLEY OUTSIDE DEMON BAR. NIGHT. 13
POW! A demon, DRAKE, falls back into frame, stunned, and
Faith reaches in and grabs him by his shirt, hoisting him up
off the ground as she stands over him, one fist ready.
FAITH
Alright, Drake, let's see if we're
makin' progress. I'm gonna ask you
that question again, and if I
detect even a hint of sarcasm in
your answer, you're gonna be eatin'
your next meal through a straw. We
clear?
DRAKE
(hands raised defensively)
Okay, okay! Man, what is it with
you tonight, Slayer?
Faith releases him, and Drake picks himself up, rubbing the
side of his sore jaw.
DRAKE (cont'd)
First, I hear you've gone and
busted up Gregor's place, then
you're shaking down me and my
customers - what's gotten you in
this mood? You've only been in this
town a few weeks!
FAITH
I'm sorry, did I say you could ask
for details? Stick to the facts,
I'll be outta your way soon as I
get them.
DRAKE
Alright, alright…
Drake sits down on an empty beer crate, still rubbing his
jaw. He glares up at Faith.
DRAKE (cont'd)
You don't have to hit me, you know.
You could just try asking me stuff
before you punch next time.
FAITH
Keeping up appearances. Wouldn't
want your boys thinkin' you were a
willing snitch, would you?
DRAKE
I guess not… and in answer to your
oh-so-eloquently put question, no,
I don't know about any heart-eating
demons moving into town. I mean,
that wouldn't be the kind of thing
they'd like to make a big show tune
out of anyway, but I'd still have
heard something. As it is, zip.
Faith turns and starts to walk away as Drake calls out.
DRAKE (cont'd)
Wait, that's it?
FAITH
Pretty much, yeah. Why, you want me
to rough you up some more or
something?
DRAKE
Oh, hell, no, just, you know,
thought you were gonna ask me about
that other guy.
FAITH
(suspicious)
What 'other guy'?
DRAKE
This old dude, grey hair and a big
cloak, made him look like an
oversized hobbit or something. Came
round earlier, asking all sorts of
questions 'bout you, where you
lived, where you worked, that kind
of thing.
FAITH
What'd you tell him?
DRAKE
Me? Nothing. I value my teeth and
bones, I'm not going to bring
another smackdown on myself by
blabbing to every crazy that comes
round here looking for you!
Faith pauses, mulling this over for a beat, then nods a short
thanks at Drake.
FAITH
Thanks. And… sorry about the jaw.
DRAKE
Ah, no big. I know it's what you
do. Just try and pull your punch a
bit more next time, okay?
Faith turns and walks away, disappearing through the smoke at
the end of the alleyway.
LEHTO (V.O.)
So give me your FBI style profile
of this chick, then.
14 INT. LEHTO'S CAR. NIGHT. 14
We're inside Lehto's car as he negotiates the evening
traffic, Quinn riding shotgun.
LEHTO
You must have built up some kind of
a picture, what kind of girl are we
looking for?
QUINN
She's restless. She can't stay in
one place too long, either because
her conscience won't let her rest
after what she's done, or because
she's smart enough to know she'll
stay on the run longer if she keeps
moving.
15 EXT. CITY STREET. NIGHT. 15
The voiceover continues as we pick up Faith, retrieving some
dollars from her wallet and buying a burger from a street
vendor. She chomps greedily into the burger, smiling happily
to herself.
QUINN (V.O.)
She stays off the record, no credit
cards, nothing that could be used
to trace her. She most probably
doesn't have anything on the system
except a criminal record, but I've
not been able to track one down yet
thanks to that hacker. I'm guessing
she uses several aliases, or she
may even have had help in covering
her tracks.
Faith turns down a sidestreet and back towards the lab.
QUINN (V.O.) (cont'd)
She's a loner. She stays away from
anything that could tie her down,
no friends, no accomplices. I'd be
surprised if she didn't sleep rough
every night and survive on part
time temp jobs where she can get
them, or just using the cash of her
victims.
Faith knocks, and waits for Noa to open the door. She greets
the Slayer with a smile and lets her in.
QUINN (V.O.) (cont'd)
And most of all, she's more than
capable of killing anyone she
meets. She's a ruthless, stone cold
killer.
16 INT. THE LAB - EXAM ROOM. NIGHT. 16
Faith, still finishing her burger, strolls into the lab after
Noa, as we pick up Pryor, perusing several piles of papers
spread across one of the tables.
PRYOR
What did you find?
(looks up)
Apart from food, of course… or
whatever that slab of processed fat
in your hands passes for.
FAITH
That I'm the all-new Public Enemy
Number One for most of the local
underworld.
(grins)
Which is kinda flattering. Nice to
know I've still got it.
NOA
We've spent all night looking up
everything we can, and we've got
one definite lead.
FAITH
Oh?
NOA
Yeah, an old boyfriend of mine,
creepy guy who was into all of his
voodoo and black magic and stuff.
PRYOR
It's not much, but it's more than
what I've found. I've yet to find a
demon in my records that
specifically needs human hearts for
sustenance, so I'd like you and Noa
to go and look up this old flame of
hers.
FAITH
Can do. All I found out was that
there's yet another creepy guy in
town asking about me. I'll see what
I can get out of people about him.
Probably nothing.
NOA
Well come on, partner, let's go!
Noa pulls on her coat as Faith walks over, tossing her empty
burger wrapper into one of the medical bins.
FAITH
Only if you promise to never call
me 'partner' again.
NOA
Uh, okay.
Faith pushes the door open, frowns up at the rain outside
which has started up again, and fastens her jacket up.
NOA (cont'd)
So, if we find this guy and he's
the one, you gonna rough him up for
me? You know, pull some of that
Slayer Fu stuff you do?
The duo exit, Noa still jabbering excitedly. We focus back on
Pryor, still studying his records, when he pauses over one
page.
Looking over his shoulder, we see an anatomical diagram of a
particularly fiendish-looking demon, and he scrolls a finger
down the accompanying text as he reads.
PRYOR
Hello, what's this? Quazlatil
demons… known to broker deals with
humans in order to get the organs
they require to sustain them during
their hibernation periods… also
said to have regenerative powers
for both themselves and others…
hmm.
Pryor stands, rubbing his chin. He hasn't noticed that the
girls have left yet and calls out to them.
PRYOR (cont'd)
Girls, I think I've found
something, we could-
He glances over to the doorway. The girls are long gone.
PRYOR (cont'd)
Ah.
Pryor stands, gathers up a few things and bustles out of
frame. We close in on the diagram of the demon.
17 INT. DARKENED ROOM. NIGHT. 17
And standing before us, mostly wrapped in shadows, is a
QUAZLATIL DEMON just like the illustration. It appears to be
resting, but starts to rouse as someone else walks into
frame, a middle-aged woman with her back to us.
DEMON
(imperious)
Who dares to-
(beat; normal voice)
Oh, it's you.
WOMAN
I'm sorry, but… I need more time.
The Demon sighs and manages to look annoyed despite its
inhuman features.
DEMON
Time isn't something you have the
luxury of. Every second you waste
out there in the light, dithering,
brings you a second further away
from getting back what you lost.
WOMAN
I can't do it! You don't know what
you're asking of me, I just can't!
DEMON
You knew the terms of the deal
before you signed it! I told you
the risks and the costs, you knew
full well what must be done. If you
want to back out, I can always take
this back where I found it…
The demon looks down - and by one of its hands is a still
sealed body bag. The demon's hand pats the bag.
WOMAN
(slumps)
No.
DEMON
Then you know what you have to do.
My magics will only be effective
for a short while, if you delay
past tonight, there will be no hope
for you… or your son.
WOMAN
I understand.
There's a beat as the demon looks to the bag, then back at
the woman. It blinks once.
DEMON
Well? Go!
The woman scurries off screen, leaving the demon to huff
impatiently.
DEMON (cont'd)
Humans… they just can't take a
hint.
The demon goes back to its rest within the shadows.
18 EXT. OUTSIDE MORGUE. NIGHT. 18
Lehto and Quinn step out of his car, parked up outside the
local City Morgue. A worried looking ATTENDANT heads out to
meet them.
ATTENDANT
Hey, detective, thanks for coming.
Lehto and the attendant shake
hands.
LEHTO
No problem, Jimmy. This here's
Detective Quinn, he's new in town.
QUINN
Hi.
LEHTO
So, what have we got here?
ATTENDANT
It's the damndest thing…
He heads back into the morgue, and after taking a moment to
look around outside, Lehto and Quinn follow.
19 INT. MORGUE. NIGHT. 19
The attendant hustles across the main exam room as the cops
follow in. Already, we can see that something large and
indelicate has smashed its way into the lab.
LEHTO
What happened in here? Looks like
you tried to steal the Hulk's
lunchbox and he came lookin' for
it…
ATTENDANT
Wish I could tell you more, Mike,
but the worst part is this…
He points towards one of the slide-out trays that normally
hold the bodies - but the door to this one has been torn off
its hinges and lies discarded to one side. Quinn peers into
the now empty chamber as Lehto takes out his notebook.
LEHTO
Alright, let's go over this. When
did you discover this?
ATTENDANT
Earlier this evening. The normal
late shift girl didn't show up, off
sick or something, so I called by
to check things over, and found
this, that would have been at about
nine.
LEHTO
And what's been taken?
ATTENDANT
(sarcastic)
A body, detective.
Lehto chuckles as Quinn reaches into the chamber.
LEHTO
Yeah, sorry. Who was the deceased?
ATTENDANT
Uh, a young boy of three, died a
few days ago in a hit-and-run auto
accident. We'd already informed the
family, the funeral was this
weekend, but then this…
LEHTO
Okay, we'll take it from here.
The attendant wanders off as Lehto peers into the chamber
alongside Quinn.
LEHTO (cont'd)
Cosy fit. I hear the staff sleep in
these sometimes, when it's a dead
night… get it? 'Dead' night?
Quinn stretches and reaches further inside.
LEHTO (cont'd)
Jon? What is it?
Quinn steps back, something in his hand. He turns it over
under the light as he and Lehto peer at it.
QUINN
I don't know, looks like some kind
of fingernail or something…
We get a close up on the object - it looks like some kind of
claw, a fragment of something larger.
QUINN (cont'd)
We'd better get this back to the
lab. May have some prints on it.
We look out at the two detectives from inside the chamber,
still examining the claw, as they close the door, forcing a:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
20 EXT. RICHARD'S HOUSE. NIGHT. 20
Noa's car, a small, perky-looking Honda, pulls into frame
across the street from a quiet suburb residence. Noa switches
the engine off and stares across the street at the house as
Faith unfastens her seatbelt.
NOA
Man, this is bringing back some
memories, coming down here… I
remember when Rich and I used to
tear up and down here on his bike,
seeing how many houses we could
wake up in one pass!
Faith eyes Noa as she gets a faraway look in her eyes.
FAITH
Never figured you for the wild
child type, Noa!
NOA
(smirks)
Oh, there's a lot you don't know
about me! Think you're the only one
with any secrets round here?
They get out of the car and walk across the street to the
front door of the house. Noa hands faith a photo.
NOA (cont'd)
That's him, a few days before we
broke up.
Faith takes a look – Richard is an archetypal long-haired
rocker, badly-trimmed goatee beard and biker jacket proudly
on display. The girls reach the house, and Noa takes a moment
to compose herself before she knocks on the door.
After a beat, someone comes to the door – Richard's mother,
BETTY. She's a pleasant-looking woman in her fifties, a
Martha Stewart fangirl.
BETTY
Yes?
NOA
Uh, hi, Betty, it's me, Noa.
BETTY
Noa! My goodness, how have you
been?
Betty lunges forward and hugs Noa, catching her by surprise.
Faith smirks as Betty lets go again.
BETTY (cont'd)
Why, it's been such a long time
since you came round to visit! How
have you been? Last I heard, you'd
moved to the city and taken up an
office job somewhere?
NOA
Uh, yeah, something like that…
Betty, this is Faith, we work
together.
BETTY
How do you do?
FAITH
Five by five.
NOA
Um… is Richard home? We're
organising, uh… a little get
together for all the old crowd, you
know, and I know it's kinda late,
but we-
BETTY
Of course, come in, come in!
Betty steps asise and waves the girls inside.
21 INT. RICHARD'S HOUSE. NIGHT. 21
The girls step inside as Betty bustles towards the front
room. We can faintly hear choral music.
FAITH
Nice place. Very typical of a guy
who still lives with his mom, too.
NOA
Oh, you know, Betty's a sweetheart,
but she was always kind of clueless
about what Rich and I got up to,
and we always-
RICHARD (O.S.)
Noa?
The girls look round – and there's RICHARD. Or rather, the
new look Richard. Flattened down, short, neat hair, no beard,
a comfy powder blue sweater and slacks. Noa's jaw drops, and
she blinks a few times in shock.
NOA
Rich?!?
RICHARD
Oh, my God, it's so good to see you
again!
BETTY (O.S.)
Language, Richard!
RICHARD
Sorry, mother!
Faith and Noa exchange a look – is this their suspect?
Richard steps forward and gives Noa an awkward hug.
RICHARD (cont'd)
It's been a long time, Noa, I… I
never thought I'd see you again.
NOA
Rich? What… what happened to you?
RICHARD
Huh? Oh, you mean the hair, right?
NOA
The hair, the beard, the clothes –
oh my gawd, are those slacks?
RICHARD
Uh… maybe you both ought to come
sit down. Who's your friend?
NOA
This is-
FAITH
I'm Faith. Hey.
RICHARD
Faith. What a pretty name… Anyway,
come on in!
Noa and Faith exchange a look as Richard heads into the
living room, before they follow him through.
22 INT. RICHARD'S HOUSE – FRONT ROOM. NIGHT. 22
The girls and Richard sit in the front room, a church service
on the TV as Betty makes some tea in the b.g.
RICHARD
So then, after you left, well, I
just wandered around for a long
time, not knowing where to find any
kind of peace, until…
NOA
Don't tell me…
RICHARD
I was riding past a church one day,
and when I stopped listened the
hymns, something inside just opened
up and told me 'Richard, that is
where your path lies now.'
Noa sits forward, one hand on her chin, still amazed.
RICHARD (cont'd)
I sold my bike and jacket, cut my
hair short and embraced our Lord.
Noa, I've never been happier. All
my life, I felt as if I was running
from something, as if I was afraid
that if I stopped moving, something
awful would happen – but I was
wrong. I stopped, and something
amazing happened.
FAITH
(tongue in cheek)
Yeah, I heard the Rapture can
really sneak up on ya like that…
NOA
I… see…
RICHARD
So, uh, mom told me that you were
planning a get together of all the
old gang? Who have you seen so far?
Noa blinks, then fixes a big grin on her face as she prepares
to dig herself out of this one.
23 INT. NOA'S CAR. NIGHT. 23
Back in Noa's car as we drive back into the city.
FAITH
That still ranks as the lamest
excuse I ever heard.
NOA
I was on the spot! I had to say
something!
FAITH
Yeah, but pretending to get a phone
call, then making out that your old
posse were in a coach crash and are
all hospitalised? Come on! I'd
expect that from a bad daytime
serial…
NOA
I just can't believe it! Rich the
Rebel! Rich the Rocker! Turned
into…
FAITH
The Reverend Richard.
Noa sighs heavily as Faith sniggers to herself.
FAITH (cont'd)
We did get one thing done, though.
NOA
What?
FAITH
We can cross Richard off our list.
NOA
You sure? I mean, he looked like he
was pretty… I was gonna say
'normal,' but I'll just stick with
'nonthreatening,' but you never
know with these guys who wear
slacks… I hear they're kinda crazy
on the inside.
FAITH
Trust me, if that was our boy, my
Slayer sense would've picked up
something. That guy's cleaner than
The Cosby Show. All of which takes
our suspect list down to none.
NOA
So what now?
FAITH
Now, we head back to the lab, see
what Pryor turned up. And more
importantly, we make sure nothing
tries to take a piece outta you!
Noa manages a brave smile as she starts the car up, but the
worry is beginning to show as the Honda pulls off screen.
24 INT. ABANDONED BULDING. NIGHT. 24
We're looking out across a rainy street through a literal
hole in the wall, from inside a dark and dilapidated
building.
Pryor leans into frame, shining a torch into the gloom and
squinting. He steps into the building and walks on, his torch
struggling to cut through the thick darkness.
He has a strange-looking device in one hand, which he lifts
up and sweeps in an arc in front of him. It emits a tinny
beep, quickening when he aims it in one direction. Following
its signal, he treads carefully though the rubble inside the
building.
Occasional shafts of moonlight peek in through cracks in the
wall, and Pryor pauses in one of these when he hears a
SCRATCHING noise to his left. He swings the torch round that
way and steps off screen.
25 INT. THE LAB – PRYOR'S OFFICE. NIGHT. 25
Faith nudges the door open and steps inside. She spots a note
on his desk as Noa hangs in the doorway. Grabbing the note,
she reads it out loud.
FAITH
'Girls, I think I've found
something. We're looking for a
quazlatil demon, and I've marked
down a few likely hiding places for
such a creature in the vicinity.
Come and find me when you get this.
P.S. bring weapons.'
NOA
Am I the only one not encouraged by
that last part?
FAITH
He's doin' better than us. Let's
move, blondie, we can't go lettin'
our boss get sliced up all by
himself, can we?
Faith walks out, leaving Noa to pout.
NOA
Oh, more wading through slime and
hacking monsters to pieces. Fun.
Faith steps into frame and hands her an axe, and Noa
struggles under its weight.
FAITH
Quit complaining. If it was good
enough for me for six years, you'll
pick it up soon enough.
NOA
And what if I don't?
FAITH
(shrugs)
Then you'll probably get killed.
With a sardonic grin, she shrugs on her jacket, shoves the
back door open and steps out into the rain.
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