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10 EXT. THE LAB/STREETS 10
Faith comes out of the back door and leans against it as it
closes, covering her face with her hands.
After a moment, she shakes herself, as if pulling herself out
of a trance. She pulls out a cigarette, lights it, and
inhales. Then, she continues through the alley and into the
street.
As she leaves, someone comes out from the shadows. It's
Gabriel. He looks on after her, before turning around, and
walking in the opposite direction.
11 INT. POLICE STATION - GRANGER'S OFFICE 11
DETECTIVE ROGER GRANGER, a bulky man in his late forties,
sits at his desk. Pryor and Noa sit opposite, sporting I.D
that makes them out to be with the New York Post.
GRANGER
Look, I'm sure you two are here for
legit reasons, all I'm saying is
that we don't get a lot of New York
Post reporters wanting to come down
for an interview without there
being a catch!
PRYOR
Well, to tell you the truth, we, um-
NOA
We heard about the case with the
dead people. You know, where their
organs get cooked?
PRYOR
Yeah. That's pretty much what we
heard.
NOA
And we were wondering if you could
comment on that.
Maybe tell us something we could,
you know, print, and therefore…
PRYOR
Therefore, the public would know
what to look for. They could be on
the lookout, so to speak.
NOA
Yeah, so to speak.
GRANGER
And what did you say your names
were?
NOA
Charlene Edmunds, and this is…
PRYOR
Mitchell Dobbs. Yes, that is my
name.
NOA
We just wanted to see if we could
help with this awful --
PRYOR
Tragic.
NOA
Awful and tragic case. I mean, it's
obviously the work of a serial
killer.
PRYOR
Obviously.
NOA
I mean, from what we've heard.
We're just reporters, it's not like
we've researched this case or
anything!
PRYOR
(laughs)
Oh my, no!
NOA
But say someone had, what would
they find out?
PRYOR
More deaths?
NOA
Maybe years ago?
PRYOR
Decades?
NOA
Centuries?
(realising)
Oh right, yeah. No, that could
never happen. I mean, not as if we
have creatures in this world that
can live to over that --
(quickly)
So, any comments, Detective?
Granger looks at them, a little confused, a little amused.
GRANGER
Maybe I could --
NOA
Get some case files? Are they in
here?
GRANGER
No. They're in the, uh, file room.
PRYOR
That's upstairs, right?
GRANGER
No, actually, that's down in the
basement but what has that --
NOA
(switches on the charm)
Detective Granger, how does a man
like you stay looking so young and
alert when you have all this work
to do?
She discreetly motions for Pryor to get out.
PRYOR
(stands)
Oh, right! Well, I have to go… use
the men's room. Because… I need to
pee.
NOA
(rolls her eyes)
He has bladder problems. If he
doesn't go straight away he'll just
burst like a water balloon.
GRANGER
Oh. Well, the facilities are
upstairs. Take a left and down the
corridor, you'll find them there.
PRYOR
Thanks. And once I'm done there, No
-- I mean, Charlene, we'll meet
back here.
NOA
Uh huh.
(to Granger)
Do you have a personal trainer? I
mean, you just look so fit!
Pryor quickly makes his EXIT as Noa flirts with Granger,
distracting him.
12 INT. TRICK & TREATS 12
We see Faith sitting at the bar, not so much pumping demons
for information as knocking some beers back. She turns to
FRITZ, who's slouching, listening to her.
FAITH
It's just… you know when you know
your past is gonna come back to
bite you in the ass but you just
can't do anything about it?
FRITZ
Seems to me you need to tell your
friends.
FAITH
(quickly)
They're not my friends.
(beat)
They're just people I work with.
FRITZ
So why does is feel to me like
you're scared of losing them?
FAITH
Trust me, I'm not. For the first
few days I was here, all I had for
company was a stray cat that
sneaked into my apartment. But
those two? I'm not. I'm really not.
(then)
I guess I never fit in. Ever. It's
like a disease. Wherever I go, I'm
just there to help out.
I mean, before I was there to kill
the people who only ever tried to
help me but now… I mean, I helped
Angel when he went evil. I helped
Buffy stop the army of Uber- Vamps…
then tried to help her kill an Old
One, which was really her sister!
FRITZ
(beat)
You realise I don't know who any of
those people are, right?
Faith shrugs and knocks back another swig of beer.
FRITZ (cont'd)
So you're repaying old debts, huh?
FAITH
Don't get me wrong, stick me in the
hive and I'll have a gay old time,
but… these people, they really
think I'm Xena the fricken Warrior
Princess or something.
FRITZ
And you don't?
FAITH
That's not who I am.
FRITZ
So tell them. Tell them about your
past before they find out
themselves. 'Cause the way I see
it, that'd be worse.
FAITH
Maybe. Maybe I just need to…
(beat)
Wow. The beer really brings out the
sharer in me. This isn't good.
FRITZ
Yeah but it's okay. I'm the
bartender.
FAITH
Always got an ear, right?
FRITZ
Two last time I checked. One hasn't
worked so good since that last
Motorhead gig, though.
FAITH
(sighs)
Well, I guess I really should be
beating people up for information.
FRITZ
(smirks)
Yeah, good luck with that.
She finishes off her beer and heads out the door.
13 INT. POLICE STATION - FILE ROOM 13
The door opens and Pryor flicks on the lights. He looks
around, seeing filing cabinets everywhere, as well as a
single desk in the middle of the room, with a vase and some
flowers on it.
PRYOR
This could take a while…
He gets stuck in, looking over the cabinets, reading the
labels. He comes to a cabinet and smiles.
PRYOR (cont'd)
Thank God for organised filing
systems!
He pulls open the drawer and takes out a file, looking it
over. He grimaces at one of the photos.
A WOMAN is lying on the ground, very much dead. We can tell
because her skin is literally slashed to bits, as if
something crawled out of her. Her jaw is horribly disfigured,
bent in a way it should never be.
PRYOR (cont'd)
Holy…
OFFICER (O.S.)
Who are you?
Pryor SNAPS his head around to see the OFFICER standing in
the doorway. He looks down at the open folder in his hand and
tries to look as innocent as he can.
PRYOR
Um, hi.
OFFICER
What are you doing down here?
PRYOR
Me? I was just… I'm Mitchell Dobbs.
I'm with the New York Post and
we're here because…
OFFICER
Are you snooping around?
PRYOR
What? No! I mean… well, yes.
(beat)
Are you going to have me escorted
out of the building now?
OFFICER
Actually, I'm gonna get Detective
Granger on the call and have him
deal with you. He's never been one
for the press since that business
at the costume party!
The officer turns around, grabbing his CELL PHONE out of his
pocket and begins to dial. Suddenly, Pryor SMASHES the vase
over his head. The officer drops.
PRYOR
Sorry, there's just more at stake
here.
He folds up the file, tucking it inside his jacket, and
quickly leaves the basement, turning the lights back off.
14 INT. POLICE STATION - GRANGER'S OFFICE 14
Pryor enters to see Noa stroking Granger's arm.
PRYOR
What the --
GRANGER
Um, we were just discussing the…
case.
PRYOR
Yeah, well, Noa- um, Charlene,
whatever your name is, we need to
go. Now.
NOA
Oh. Right. Yes.
(to Granger)
It's been fun, sweetie, thanks for
talking with me!
She quickly jumps up as she and Pryor EXIT. Granger looks on,
disappointed.
15 INT. THE LAB - EXAMINATION ROOM 15
Pryor and Noa are going over the case file they stole from
the police station.
PRYOR
I hope that officer's okay.
NOA
You had to do it, Pryor. A vase to
the head was the only way to make
sure we got this file, so we could
stop this demon from killing any
more people…
(thinks)
… and I'm suddenly wondering when
my life started to revolve around
demons!
PRYOR
I thinking it probably began when
you came to work for me.
NOA
So, I blame you for destroying my
life.
PRYOR
Hey! Now that's not… well, okay,
that's fair, I suppose.
NOA
Ah, relax. It's not like I've been
out much since Shelley and Louise
moved away anyway, if I wasn't here
I'd just be at home, watching TV
and trying to finish writing my
novel…
(thoughtful)
You know, I still remember that
first demon I saw. It was horrible…
but it didn't scare me as much as
seeing my Grandma without makeup
and the rollers.
(shudders)
That's a memory that'll haunt me
forever!
PRYOR
Do you blame me, Noa?
NOA
For what?
PRYOR
Getting you into this? You only
came here to pay your way through
college and… you ended up giving
that life up so you could do what?
Help me?
NOA
I gave it up because, next to the
work we do here, it doesn't even
compare. Pryor, you opened my eyes
to the real world and yeah, I
complain about the demons and, God,
the smell but at least I can try
and help, you know? Do the right
thing and if we save some lives in
between, then even better.
(beat)
But you really need to sort out the
smell 'cause I am so not sticking
around any longer.
PRYOR
Okay, okay! I'll buy some things.
NOA
Not the cheap stuff. I come out in
a rash if you get the cheap stuff.
FAITH (O.S.)
Hey.
They turn to see Faith ENTER.
FAITH (cont'd)
So what'd you find out?
NOA
That Detective Granger is a
complete pervert who did nothing
but try and get into my –
(realising)
And you meant about the demon,
right?
Faith nods, bemused.
PRYOR
We managed to get a file from the
appropriately-named file room.
There's some photos of the recent
victims but I don't think the cops
have made the connection to the
murders from previous centuries.
NOA
Yeah, turns out they don't really
know about demons so they don't
bother checking that kinda thing.
(beat)
And did I mention how grossed out I
was having to flirt with that
detective? At one point he had his
hand on my knee!
FAITH
Where is it?
NOA
Well, it's halfway up my leg…
FAITH
I mean the file.
NOA
Oh. Right.
She passes Faith the document. The Slayer looks it over.
PRYOR
I gotta warn you, the photos are
really not nice at all.
FAITH
I've probably seen worse.
(flicks through them)
I've definitely seen worse.
NOA
Maybe for you Slayer girls, but for
us normal people, it's a little too
much.
FAITH
Check this one out. Looks like
something stuck inside this guy was
trying to dig its way out, see how
the claw marks look like they've
come from the inside?
Close on a photo of a MAN, who looks very similar to the
woman we saw in the previous photo. The flesh is torn, pale
as well, veins sticking out. And the jaw is very dislocated.
PRYOR (O.S.)
And the mouth… the damage there
suggests something tried to either
get in or out that way. Something
really not designed for human
mouths!
As Faith studies the photos, we cut to:
16 INT. MANSION GROUNDS - NIGHT - 1721 A.D 16
We pan across a beautiful wooden floor, only to see it
spoiled by a pool of blood. Then we see a hand, limp,
motionless.
FAITH (V.O)
Always two victims, always died the
same way. Stands to reason there's
two of these things.
The NOBLEWOMAN we saw previously comes into frame. She's
older and deader than a stiff in a morgue, except, more so!
PRYOR (V.O)
Perhaps they're possessing these
people, but as the bodies get
older, they have to find new hosts?
Parasitic demons often have
lifespans of hundreds of years as
long as they keep finding new
hosts.
Now the BALD MAN comes into view, lying next to the
noblewoman, again, older. He's in the same position, dead
like her. Both their jaws are disfigured, almost broken off
their faces completely.
We follow the pool of blood to see ENERGY flowing into two
new bodies. Finally, it stops flowing. The HUSBAND and WIFE
turn to each other.
FAITH (V.O)
Then we need to find them and stop
them before two more people die
just to keep them alive.
They KISS passionately, blood dripping from their lips.
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
17 INT. THE LAB - EXAMINATION ROOM - NIGHT 17
Pryor, Faith, and Noa are hard at work. On the computer,
looking over the police file, in some books.
NOA
Ugh! This is getting us nowhere.
Can't you just call that Gabriel
guy and get him to lead the way?
FAITH
I don't think it works like that.
(beat; puts books down)
But we do need to find out what he
is. If this guy's gonna keep
showing up and throwing trouble my
way every time, I want to know what
I'm dealing with.
NOA
Sounds like he's some kind of
spirit guide. Ooh, you know, maybe
he's like Al from 'Quantum Leap' or
something?
FAITH
(blinks)
Who?
NOA
You know, bad stuff happens and he
needs to make sure you can stop it.
FAITH
Maybe. I don't wanna take any
chances.
NOA
Yeah, I guess, for all we know he
could be an ax murderer.
PRYOR
From another dimension!
NOA
Well, I wasn't exactly pointing in
that direction, but-
Pryor heads over, reading from a swathe of computer printouts
in his hands.
PRYOR
No. I mean, I've cross-referenced
all the details we have about these
demons, including the way the
victims died, and the search
program's flagged up one strong
possibility. The demons in question
are from another dimension, Irlora
to be precise.
NOA
There are other dimensions?
PRYOR
Irlora is home to the Crulash and
Gylag Demons. There was a big war,
back in the sixteen hundreds on our
timeline, and the Gylags were
enslaved. In their own realm, they
are as solid as us, but once they
cross through to any other world,
their bodies start to disintegrate
and they become like parasites,
unable to exist without embodying
humanoids.
(beat)
And, oh dear, both species are
pretty invincible. But they don't
like fire.
NOA
Score for the Trekkie!
PRYOR
I don't watch Star Trek. 'Voyager'
ended the experience for me.
FAITH
(beat)
So, okay, we've got our nasties.
But where do we find them?
NOA
The last victims were found on a
corner in 31st Street. Maybe
they're somewhere near there, or
they left a clue?
FAITH
I'm on it. She grabs her jacket and
heads for the door.
PRYOR
We should come, for backup.
FAITH
No. I can handle it.
PRYOR
But what if they get you? I mean,
you could probably fight them,
sure, but what if they possess you?
FAITH
(sighs)
Fine. Sure, whatever.
Pryor follows Faith, looking back to Noa.
PRYOR
Are you coming?
NOA
Me? Heck, no. I signed on for dead
demons, not the walking, talking,
shredding kind.
PRYOR
If these demons get us and we come
back here, you'd be the first we'd
kill.
NOA
(beat)
Can I bring an ax?
Faith smirks as the trio head for the exit, and we cut to:
18 EXT. ALLEYWAY - NIGHT - 1781 A.D 18
'Happy' by God Lives Underwater plays over the following
montage as we head through the alley, only to see the Husband
and Wife, older, but in no means weaker. They are attacking a
young couple.
The Husband is kicked in the groin by the YOUNG MAN, who then
follows it up with a punch. He GRABS the Wife and pushes her
away, attempting to free his love. But the Husband GRABS his
legs, pulling him down. He jumps on top of him, holding his
head in a locked position.
Meanwhile, the Wife has the YOUNG WOMAN pinned against the
wall. We pull back to put the whole scene in view. The
Husband and Wife open their mouths wide, so wide there are
CRACKS as that very same energy we saw before begins to POUR
into the victims.
19 EXT. NEW YORK STREETS – NIGHT 19
Faith leads Pryor and Noa, who are just behind her, as they
make their way through the deserted streets.
20 INT. HOUSE - DAY - 1847 A.D 20
A SMALL BOY goes to the door and pulls it open, only to be
faced with the Young Couple. They push him back into the
house, closing the door behind them, trying to make this as
quiet as they possibly can.
21 EXT. ALLEYWAY/STREETS – NIGHT 21
Our trio are looking over a bloody print on the brick wall.
Pryor flashes his flashlight on it, giving an eerie nod to
Faith.
With that, they trace the blood, where it leads to a row of
residential homes. Each of them exchange glances, before
splitting up. Faith goes on to one house, Pryor and Noa go
onto another.
22 INT. TRAIN STATION - 1935 A.D 22
Crowds of SCREAMING pedestrians run away in their droves as
we see TWO DEAD BODIES. They are old, bloodied, disfigured,
but we realise these were once the small children we saw
before.
Standing just a few feet away from the bodies are a TEENAGE
BOY and a TEENAGE GIRL, who ignore everything around them,
lost in each other's eyes. They KISS.
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