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[bottom] TEASER
FADE IN:
1 INT. MANHATTAN APARTMENT - BEDROOM. NIGHT. 1
We're inside a luxurious children's room, panning across the
toys and bookshelves before we come to little eight-year-old
KELVIN GORDON, snuggling down for the night.
Standing over him are his parents SUSAN and CHARLES, warmly
smiling down at their one and only.
SUSAN
Now we won't be gone long, and if
anything is wrong, remember that
Sandy is here to take care of you.
KELVIN
But can't I play GTA for a little
bit more?
SUSAN
No Kelvin, its bed time and you
have school tomorrow, so be a good
boy and go to sleep.
Kelvin lies down, obviously unhappy about not being able to
get his own way. Both his parents kiss him before leaving the
room.
2 INT. APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM. NIGHT. 2
The living room is huge, full of all the latest gadgets and
expensive looking furniture. The family defiantly has money.
SANDY, the baby sitter, is standing nervously with her hands
behind her back. She's 16 and sloppily dressed. The Gordons
walk into the room, and Charles goes over to the fire place
where he retrieves two tickets from behind the clock.
SUSAN
Kelvin's in bed so he shouldn't be
any trouble to you, there is pizza
and soda in the fridge so feel free
to help yourself. Also there are
some DVD's over there, make
yourself comfortable and if there
are any problems our number is on
the fridge.
Sandy nods, her eyes flicking towards the drinks cabinet in
one corner of the room, and then back to Charles.
SANDY
I'm sure everything will be fine,
Mrs. Gordon, there weren't any
problems last time I baby sat
Kelvin.
SUSAN
I know, but I just worry. Don't
answer the door if anyone knocks,
alright? You never know who's
prowling round these streets at
this time of night!
CHARLES
Calm down Susan, this building has
the best security system around, no
one's going to get in. Now come on,
we have to leave now or we'll be
late, and how do you think that
will look to the other senior
partners?
Susan nods and steps towards the door, where Charles is
waiting with her coat.
SUSAN
We shouldn't be too late back!
Sandy smiles and bids them goodbye. She stands in the same
spot until the door has slammed shut, and then she turns and
heads straight into the kitchen.
3 INT. APARTMENT - KITCHEN. NIGHT. 3
The kitchen, which is just as big as the living room, is dark
until Sandy enters and turns on the light. She heads straight
for the fridge and notices a post-it Susan has left, with a
cell phone number written on.
Sandy pulls it off and puts it in her pocket, before opening
the fridge and pulling out a bottle of tequila. She takes it
over to a counter top and reaches up to a cabinet for a small
shot glass.
SANDY
(smiles)
Let's get this party started!
4 INT. APARTMENT - KITCHEN. LATER 4
Sandy is staggering around the kitchen, the now empty bottle
of tequila still in her hand, she's smiling happily to
herself.
She suddenly looks very unsteady on her feet and CRASHES to
the floor, landing in an undignified heap with the bottle
still in her hand.
A moment later, Kelvin wanders in and looks down at Sandy on
the floor. He shakes his head before walking over to the
glass patio doors and sliding them open.
Once open he walks back to Sandy, grabs her by the arm and
with all his might begins dragging her across the floor, out
onto the balcony.
He locks the door behind him and happily heads into the
living room.
5 INT. APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM. NIGHT. 5
Kelvin is sitting on one of the sofas, an Playstation 2 set
up in front of him and a video game playing on the wide
screen television. He's really into the game, talking to
himself as he plays and jerking the controller around as
though he were really driving that car.
Suddenly, what sounds like a WHISPERING VOICE can be heard,
and Kelvin stops playing the game and listens out. It only
lasts for a few seconds, but Kelvin gets up from the couch
and stands still, listening in case he hears it again.
He begins wandering around the living room, looking behind
furniture just to make sure no one is hiding. The whispering
starts again, and Kelvin looks noticeably freaked out.
KELVIN
Sandy?
There's no reply, and the whispering has once again stopped.
KELVIN (cont'd)
Sandy, this isn't funny. I'm
telling my Mom and you won't get
paid!
He continues on his search around the living room only to
have the whispering start up again, and Kelvin, now looking
terrified, edges back towards his bedroom, darting inside and
slamming the door shut.
6 EXT. APARTMENT - BALCONY. NIGHT. 6
Sandy, still lying on the floor, slowly begins to move and
opens her eyes. With her hand on her head, she gets to her
feet and begins rolling her neck.
She stands and tries the balcony door, but it's jammed shut.
She rattles it a few times, banging on the glass.
SANDY
Kelvin? Kelvin, you little creep, I
know you did this! Open this damn
door, right now!
7 INT. APARTMENT - BEDROOM. NIGHT. 7
Kelvin dashes for his bed and dives under the covers, turning
all the lights in the room out.
He sits under the bedclothes, his breathing quick and ragged -
he's clearly scared out of his wits.
He lets out a little whimper of fear as he hears a soft
SWOOSH inside the room, and he dares to take a quick peek out
from under the covers.
At first, nothing. The room is silent again.
And then - something DRAGS the covers away, and we're looking
down on Kelvin as something hovers over him. A low GROWL can
be heard - whatever's in the room with him, it doesn't seem
friendly!
Kelvin's eyes bulge, and he SCREAMS for all he's worth!
8 EXT. APARTMENT - BALCONY. NIGHT. 8
Sandy hears Kelvin's scream.
SANDY
Kelvin?
(shouts)
Kelvin! What is it? Come on, open
the door!
Sandy rattles the balcony door in its frame again, and
finally manages to wrench it open. She races inside.
9 INT. APARTMENT - BEDROOM. NIGHT. 9
Sandy bursts into Kelvin's room and throws on the light. We
don't see what she sees on the bed, but it's enough to make
her SCREAM!
As Sandy falls to her knees, sobbing in horror, we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
10 INT. FAITH'S APARTMENT - LOUNGE. DAY. 10
We pan round the sofa to pick up FAITH, reclining lazily with
the TV remote in one hand and her house phone in the other.
Goliath, her pet cat, is curled up asleep on her lap. Faith
looks pretty bored as she channel hops.
FAITH
(into phone)
Okay, wait, Noa, back up a sec.
What guy?
(beat; listens)
Oh yeah, of course, that one. No, I
remember now, it just gets kinda
hard to keep track sometimes.
(beat; rolls eyes)
Didn't mean anything by that, Noa.
Keep talking.
Faith zones out again as we hear Noa's voice talking rapidly
down the phone at her. Goliath MEOWS and turns to look at
Faith, who shrugs - she's stuck.
FAITH (cont'd)
So when you saw him with the, uh,
'skanky ho,' what did you do?
(beat; listens)
Uh-huh. Well, And this is just me
talking, but while I would've
stormed out too, first I'd have
kicked the guy's teeth down his
throat, and as for the ho...
She clenches her fist and cracks her knuckles with a grin.
FAITH (cont'd)
Lets just say I could teach her a
thing or two.
(beat; sighs)
No, of course I'd never hit
somebody who didn't deserve it.
Just sounds like she does, is all.
You know.
There is a KNOCK at the door, and Faith sits up, dislodging
Goliath who scurries away with a dissatisfied MEOW.
FAITH (cont'd)
Noa, I gotta go. Noa?
(beat; shouts)
Noa! There's somebody at the door,
I gotta go.
I'm in at the Lab in an hour, you
can tell me all about it then,
okay?
Faith heads to the door and opens it - it's GABRIEL, who
opens his mouth to speak, but Faith holds up a hand to stop
him, pointing to the phone.
FAITH (cont'd)
Noa! I'll call back.
She hangs up at last, and Gabriel smiles at her.
GABRIEL
Bad timing?
FAITH
She was going anyway. What do you
want?
GABRIEL
Can I come in?
FAITH
First, let me see some I.D.
Gabriel doesn't reply, and for a few seconds they stand in
silence. Faith cracks first and steps aside.
FAITH (cont'd)
Alright, whatever. D'you wanna come
in?
He steps past her and Faith follows, slamming the door a
little harder then she should.
Once in the lounge she throws the phone down onto the couch.
Gabriel is looking around the room, nodding.
GABRIEL
Nice place you've got here.
FAITH
How did you know where I lived?
GABIREL
That isn't important.
FAITH
Yeah, it is, I don't like the idea
that you seem to know a hell of a
lot about me, and I know a whole
heap of nothing about you!
Gabriel just grins, and Faith folds her arms over her chest,
suddenly getting very defensive
GABRIEL
Faith, seriously, that isn't
important right now.
FAITH
Right, then why are you here? And
make it quick, I still gotta feed
my cat and I'm in at work in an
hour. Or maybe you know that,
'cause I'm guessing you were
listening at my door before you
knocked. You look like the
listening type.
He opens his mouth to speak, but the phone begins to RING.
Faith rolls her eyes and waits for the person to hang up, but
the phone just keeps ringing, and eventually Faith snatches
it up.
FAITH (cont'd)
Hello? Noa? I thought I'd told you
I'd ring back later?
(beat; listens)
Yeah I'm sure it is important, but
I'm in the middle of something
right now.
(beat)
I don't know, I haven't had a
chance to find out because you just
rang me!
She walks out of the room leaving Gabriel alone. His
attention is drawn to the television set.
11 INT. FAITH'S APARTMENT - KITCHEN. DAY. 11
Faith walks in, still on the phone as she digs out a tin of
cat food from the cupboards. Goliath hops up onto the counter
as Faith starts to spoon the mulch inside into a plastic
bowl.
FAITH
Look, you really have to go and
stop calling me!
(beat; listens)
Alright, fine, do you really want
my advice? Track the guy down and
kick his ass!
With that, she hangs up. Faith sighs, absently stroking
Goliath as he tucks into his food, before remembering about
Gabriel and heading back into the lounge.
12 INT. FAITH'S APARTMENT - LOUNGE. DAY. 12
Faith walks back in and throws the phone back onto the couch.
Gabriel is standing exactly where she left him.
FAITH
Sorry about that, Noa is having man
trouble.
GABRIEL
Doesn't every woman?
FAITH
Only if the woman is stupid. Is
that what you came here for? To
give me advice on men? 'Cause if it
is, I gotta tell you-
GABRIEL
Faith, I came to give you a
message, an important one.
FAITH
What?
He cocks his head to one side, motioning to the television
which is now showing the news.
GABRIEL
Watch some TV.
Faith raises an eyebrow, then shrugs and hops over the back
of the sofa to flop back down on it.
FAITH
Alright, sure. Beats talking to you
all damn day.
TELEVISION REPORT (V.O.)
New York Police officials and
medical examiners are said to be
baffled by the death of eight year
old Kelvin Gordon. Kelvin's body
was discovered this morning by his
parents, and is said to have aged
almost a hundred years overnight.
With no explanation present,
medical examiners have promised a
thorough investigation at the
family home. This is the second
attack of its kind in the past
seven days.
Faith leans in and turns the television set off before
turning to Gabriel.
GABRIEL
Well?
FAITH
So let me get this straight, the
parents go out for the night, and
when they come home their kid is
nothing but a dried up corpse?
GABRIEL
Pretty much, the baby sitter got
locked out, and when she found the
kid, he was doing a great
impression of a California raisin.
FAITH
What else can you tell me?
GABRIEL
Nothing much, only that you should
probably start at the crime scene.
It's in Manhattan.
A beat. Faith looks at Gabe as if waiting for more, but he's
said all he's going to.
FAITH
That's it, you're just going to
come here, make with the cryptic
and leave?
Gabe just shrugs, and Faith shakes her head and turns back to
the TV.
FAITH (cont'd)
I don't know why I should expect
anything different, you're getting
real good at this-
She turns round - but Gabriel is gone. Her apartment door is
still open, and with an annoyed huff, Faith sits back down.
FAITH (cont'd)
Disappearing act.
Faith scoops up the TV remote and flicks the set off.
13 EXT. MANHATTAN STREET - APARTMENT BLOCK. DAY. 13
A large section of the street has been closed off by yellow
police tape. Police cars and vans line the street as do
several police officers, some are taking notes, others are
trying to keep back the ever growing crowd, all eager to get
a look at what happened.
Faith pushes her way through the crowd, right to the front
and looks at the scene in front of her. The apartment
building itself isn't being guarded that closely and nobody
seems the be paying that much attention to it.
While the officer looking over the crowd is distracted by the
questions of two elderly women, Faith takes the opportunity
to slip under the tape.
As she approaches the door of the building four medical
examiners come out, all dressed in white and pushing a
covered gurney that no doubt holds Kelvin's body.
Faith watches as they load it into the waiting ambulance
before disappearing into the building, pausing on her way
inside to grab a brown paper grocery bag sitting on top of a
dumpster.
14 INT. APARTMENT BLOCK - STAIRWELL. DAY. 14
The stairs are more active the outside, and still no one
notices Faith as she walks past them heading closer to the
apartment, the grocery bag making it look like she's just
returning home with her shopping.
On her way up she passes two uniformed officers, standing
close together and comparing notes.
POLICE OFFICER #1
This place has a pretty good
security system, so we're going to
check the CCTV tapes to look for
anything suspicious.
POLICE OFFICER #2
The security guard on duty didn't
see anything either. You'd think
with all the money these people
had, they'd have been ready for an
intruder or something!
Faith is so busy listening to their conversation that she
doesn't pay any attention to where she's going, and she walks
right into someone - QUINN.
QUINN
Oh! Oh, hey, sorry. Didn't see you
there.
FAITH
Uh, yeah, my bad.
QUINN
Can I help you?
FAITH
I dunno, I was just out getting
some, uh, groceries, and when I
came back, I was...
Faith realises Quinn has one sceptical eyebrow raised - he
isn't buying her story. She grins and drops the empty bag.
FAITH (cont'd)
Alright, you got me. I'm just
nosing round to check out what
happened here.
QUINN
Uh-huh. You a private investigator
or something?
FAITH
Uh, no, my name's Faith, I'm a, er,
reporter, with...
(beat; grins)
Angel Investigations. We look into
local crimes and stuff, you know,
see if any of our readers can help
the police enquiries.
QUINN
Angel Investigations? Never heard
of them. You got any ID?
FAITH
(pats jacket pocket)
Must be in my other jacket.
A beat as Quinn looks her up and down - he should turn her
away, but there's something about her... With a shrug, he
motions for her to follow and starts back up the stairs.
QUINN
What brought you out here, if I can
ask?
FAITH
Because this case has something
freaky written all over it, and I
want to find out what.
QUINN
You and me both.
They continue up the stairs together, walking side by side
QUINN (cont'd)
What do you know so far?
FAITH
Not a whole lot, just that this is
the second attack in a week, and
that the victim was a little kid
who ended up looking like George
Burns.
QUINN
That's pretty much all we know as
well. Guess even reporters have to
watch the news, huh?
They arrive at the apartment, and Quinn holds the door open
for Faith to enter, a bemused grin on his face as he watches
her, still trying to work her out.
15 INT. APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM. DAY. 15
The duo enter a huge wide room where everything in it screams
money - a stark contrast with Faith's own apartment. A few
police officers are dusting the place for prints as Quinn
walks through, Faith following.
QUINN
Whoever did this got in and out
without anyone seeing them. They
didn't leave behind any prints or
any clues, and there's no sign of
forced entry.
FAITH
So it was either an inside job,
or...
QUINN
Or somebody who knows more than we
do about the security system these
guys had installed. I'm looking
into it.
Faith gives a small nod and begins walking around to inspect
the place, she can't help eyeing all the expensive things in
the room, the wide screen plasma television, the leather
couches and the expensive looking rug. Her search takes her
into:
16 INT. APARTMENT - KITCHEN. DAY. 16
Faith finds more officers taking pictures out on the balcony.
Faith strains her neck to see what's going on, but there are
too many people in her way.
QUINN (O.S.)
That's where the baby sitter got
locked out, we're checking for
prints to see who did it.
In her statement, she said she
passed out and woke up out there,
with the door locked and no way
back inside.
Faith carries on looking around.
FAITH
This has weird written all over it.
Where did they find the kid?
QUINN
In his room, curled up on top of
his bed. We had to pretty much drag
the baby sitter out of here, she
was too scared to even stand.
FAITH
Nothing else?
Quinn shakes his head.
QUINN
We'll have to wait for the corners
report to come back on the body
before we get a final answer on
what happened.
FAITH
Isn't the cause of death kinda
obvious? I thought the kid's body
had aged something crazy like a
hundred years, all at once?
QUINN
It's not an answer when my question
is how.
FAITH
What about the previous victim?
QUINN
Pretty much the same thing. A seven
year old girl named Chloe
Kensington, it happened just a few
blocks from here. We managed to
keep most of the details from the
press - present company accepted.
Didn't want anyone hearing about it
with it being such a weird case.
Faith nods and heads back into Kelvin's room.
17 INT. APARTMENT - BEDROOM. DAY. 17
Faith and Quinn walk back in, stopping in the doorway. The
bed has been stripped to the mattress, on which stands a
chalk outline to mark Kelvin's final resting place.
FAITH
Cliche enough for you?
QUINN
It's part of procedure, okay?
Faith smirks and walks over to the bed. She spots something
on the floor and leans down for a closer look - it's a book
on fairy tales. Quinn leans over her as she reaches out for
it, and shakes his head.
QUINN (cont'd)
I wouldn't touch that if I were
you, it hasn't been dusted for
prints yet.
Faith leans forward a little more so she can see the pages.
The book appears to have fallen open on a section telling a
story about a tooth fairy, and Faith turns her head to try
and get a better look.
QUINN (cont'd)
It's just a book, Faith, nothing
important.
FAITH
The little details are always
important, Quinn, don't they teach
you that at cop school any more?
QUINN
Must've skipped that class. I did
go to all the lectures about nosy
reporters, though, and when it's
time to get them off my crime
scene.
She gets back on her feet and looks around once more,
ignoring his last comment.
FAITH
What about the first victim? Are
there any other similarities
besides the way they died?
QUINN
A bunch, no one saw the killer, no
prints and no clues. We're drawing
up a blank on both of them.
Say, hows about we give your paper
a call and see if they can send a
photographer down here, huh?
Faith looks at him - that'd blow her cover, and she gets the
feeling he knows it. She tries a disarming smile.
FAITH
Well let me see what I can dig up,
thanks for all your help,
detective.
QUINN
Quinn. Jon Quinn.
FAITH
Alright, Quinn, thanks.
She gives the apartment one last look before leaving. Quinn
watches her go, a thoughtful look on his face.
One of the cops in the apartment calls to him, and with a
shake of his head he dismisses the thought and gets back to
work.
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT ONE
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