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FADE IN:
18 INT. PHONE BOOTH. DAY. 18
Faith is jammed into a tiny phone booth and is tapping her
foot as she waits for the other line to pick up.
NOA
(filtered; through phone)
Good morning, Webb Researching, Noa
speaking.
FAITH
Noa, it's me.
NOA
Faith! Glad you called back, I was
thinking about last night and I
just remembered that-
FAITH
Noa, shut up a second, alright?
This is important!
NOA
So is my love life!
FAITH
I need you to tell Pryor to watch
the news, the report about the dead
kid in Manhattan. I'm coming in,
and I want to know what he thinks.
NOA
News, kid, Manhattan. Got it. How
long are you going to be?
FAITH
Twenty minutes, tops.
NOA
Okay, I'll tell him to get right on
it, and when you get here I can
tell you what I remembered about
last night!
FAITH
(rolls eyes)
Great, lookin' forward to it!
She hangs up and shakes her head slightly before turning
around and leaving the booth.
19 INT. LAB - EXAM ROOM. DAY. 19
NOA is leaning in to peer through a microscope, one of four
lined up on a counter top. She stands up straight, looking
very unimpressed, and makes a note on the clipboard she's
holding before moving onto the next one.
As she is looking over the next sample Faith walks in, Noa
doesn't look up to greet her.
NOA
Hey, Faith.
FAITH
Where's Pryor?
NOA
In his office, doing God knows
what. Did I tell you how I thought
I caught him getting high the other
week?
FAITH
(holds up a hand)
Several times.
She straightens up and makes another note on the board before
turning to Faith.
NOA
He's probably dreaming up more mind
numbing experiments for me to do. I
know this is all for the 'greater
good' and everything, but a little
bit of excitement wouldn't go
amiss!
FAITH
Did he see the news?
NOA
No idea, sorry.
FAITH
Alright, cool, I'll go talk to him.
You get back to your... whatever it
is you're doing.
Faith walks off in the direction of Pryor's office, and Noa
turns her attention back to the microscopes with a heavy
sigh.
20 INT. LAB - PRYOR'S OFFICE. DAY. 20
PRYOR is sitting at his desk, a small and old television set
is on and he is making lots of notes, writing furiously with
his head down and muttering, as though he's trying to keep up
with the news reader.
Faith walks in and takes the chair on the other side of the
desk. It takes a few minutes for Pryor to stop writing.
FAITH
Hey, sorry, don't stop on my
account.
PRYOR
I was just making some notes on the
case. I have to say that I don't
recall hearing anything like it, so
I'm just formulating a rough plan
of action. Checking the scene would
be a good idea to start with.
FAITH
Already been.
PRYOR
Did you find anything?
FAITH
Nada. The place was clean and
crawling with cops, I don't think
they bought my story about being a
reporter. There was this one
detective, seemed alright, but you
know me. I get allergic if I spend
too much time round cops.
Pryor makes another note, nodding.
PRYOR
So there was nothing there that you
didn't already know?
FAITH
Nope. Dead kid, no sign of forced
entry.
PRYOR
What about the first attack?
FAITH
A week earlier just a few blocks
away, same M.O.
PRYOR
I see. I've got a few theories but
they'll all need looking into in
more depth.
FAITH
Want me to check out a few
contacts?
PRYOR
(shakes his head)
I get the feeling this isn't your
everyday demon. Whatever it is, it
isn't going to be hanging around
with the rest of them. We should
start with looking up rituals that
require the innocence of a child.
FAITH
Me and Noa could do the research
thing - or, I could try, you know,
me and books-
Pryor gets the hint and pushes some of his notes across the
table towards her.
PRYOR
Don't mix, yes I know. This
creature, if that's what it is,
doesn't sound local, you should
check some of the older files
stored on the computer and I'll see
what I can come up with in regards
to how this thing steals the youth.
It could be any number of things
really, I mean does it preform its
own ritual to do it, or maybe it
just feeds directly from the...
FAITH
(sensing him rambling)
Pryor!
Pryor blinks and looks up - and realises he was dangerously
close to a full strength ramble. He nods, standing.
PRYOR
Right, sorry. You go and try and
narrow down a list of potential
victims.
FAITH
How? Just grab together the names
of all the kids in the city and
start ticking off any that look
suspicious?
Pryor just stares at her - its all they can do.
PRYOR
You do that, and I'll...
He doesn't finish his sentence, instead he absently gets up
from his chair and wanders over to the filing cabinet on the
other side of the room. Faith takes it as her cue to leave,
taking the notes she was given.
21 INT. LAB. NIGHT. 21
It's A few hours later. The microscopes are all cleared away,
and it's just Noa and Faith. Noa is sitting at a desk in
front of a computer screen, chewing on a pen, while Faith
sits at her own desk with a huge printed out list in front of
her. She scans it, not looking too thrilled.
NOA (O.S.)
Anything?
FAITH
No, anyone over the age of ten is
pretty much out but that's all I've
got. There's like three million
kids in this city! What about you?
NOA
Well there are plenty of youth
stealing demons in the database,
but most of them leave marks or
symbols, some sign that they where
there, and that doesn't fit in with
what you said. Maybe Pryor's found
something? He's been locked away
for hours now.
FAITH
If he had, don't you think he would
have come out and told us already?
Noa shrugs and goes back to scroll through pages of
information on the computer, while Faith crosses out more
names.
After a beat, she sighs and lays the papers down.
FAITH (cont'd)
This really isn't what I expected
when I came to New York. I'm a
Slayer, the all action type. I
didn't want to be sitting around
reading books and checking
printouts!
NOA
The more people we have working on
this, the quicker we'll find it and
you can kill it.
FAITH
We've been at this for hours
already, Noa!
NOA
What? Don't you think that we can
find it?
FAITH
(sighs)
No, I'm sure we will. Mantra me and
my buddy Vi used to have, 'no
matter how Big the Bad is, we're
always better.' I don't know how we
do it, but we always manage to
track it down and kill it just in
the nick of time.
NOA
'We'?
FAITH
You know, we, the team.
Noa blinks, and Faith realises she's talking about old times
that Noa knows little about.
FAITH (cont'd)
Never mind. Series of long stories
that I can save for another night.
Noa tilts the PC screen towards Faith to show her something.
NOA
Have you ever seen anything like
this before?
FAITH
Nope, and I've seen a lot of stuff.
Noa tilts the screen back and leans back in her chair,
yawning and stretching.
NOA
I can see this being an all
nighter. Pryor is going to owe me
some serious over time once all
this is through! I was only
supposed to be working a six hour
shift, but then again...
Maybe I'll be able to afford those
new leather boots I had my eye on?
FAITH
Are you even aware that you're
still talking?
NOA
What? They're really great boots,
they have zips up the side and-
FAITH
(interrupts)
Noa! Why don't you go check on
Pryor or something?
NOA
But you just said-
FAITH
Forget what I just said, because if
I have to listen to you babble on
for one more minute...
NOA
(pouts)
Fine, I get it!
She walks off, leaving Faith alone with her list of names for
company. She looks through a few more pages and gives a heavy
sigh. She hasn't found anything yet.
FAITH
Great.
Faith picks up a coffee mug next to her - but the drink
inside is cold, and with grimace she slides the mug away.
She leans back against her chair and closes her eyes, just
for a second - and we SMASH CUT to:
22 INT. LAB. MORNING. 22
A very tired and worn out looking Faith is sitting, asleep,
at the computer, while Noa is slumped over the desk behind
her, also asleep.
Suddenly there is a CRASH off screen as the door to Pryor's
office slams open, and they both jump, awake at last.
NOA
I'm awake!
Noa begins reading, trying to look like she never stopped,
but when Pryor walks in he isn't interested in what they're
doing - he's holding a sheet of paper high above his head.
PRYOR
I found something! It took me all
night, but I'd been looking in the
wrong places, and when a thought
struck me, then it finally hit
me...
He stops himself short, realising he's getting over-excited,
and clears his throat before looking down at the paper.
PRYOR (cont'd)
The demon that we're looking for is
of the genus virtus carnifex.
(beat)
Also known as... the Tooth Fairy!
A beat - then Noa and Faith burst out laughing.
FAITH
You've got to be kidding me!
He shakes his head, and Faith's laughter tapers to a chuckle
as she stands and stretches her aching muscles.
FAITH (cont'd)
The tooth fairy? The little woman
with wings who takes your teeth and
leaves quarters under your pillow?
That tooth fairy?
PRYOR
Sort of. The real tooth fairy was
allegedly an actual mortal woman,
way back in the seventeenth
century. She worked as a maid, but
she was never paid and never
appreciated. The children of the
house used to tease her, as time
passed and the treatment continued,
she became more and more angry at
the family, until one day, when she
was an old woman, her rage conjured
a vengeance demon who turned her
into a demon herself.
Faith leans over and takes the paper off Pryor, reading it
for herself, Pryor continues to talk
PRYOR (cont'd)
She could get revenge on the
families, but the only condition
was she would continue to age, so
she needed to take the youth of
their children so she could live
and carry on doing what she did.
Faith frowns, starting to see details in Pryor's report that
tie in with what she knows about the attacks, but Noa is
still sceptical.
NOA
It took you all night to come up
with that? I'm so unimpressed right
now...
PRYOR
Many people thought this thing died
out, that's why it took so long to
find it. Like I said, it's
something of an urban legend, it's
never been conclusively linked to
actual demonic activity.
FAITH
Until now.
PRYOR
Yes, until now.
FAITH
Alright, so how do I kill it?
PRYOR
With something sharp, I'd imagine.
That's not our main problem, our
first concern is how do we find it?
With all the kids in this city,
it's like trying to find a needle
in a haystack! Did your search
through the records find anything?
FAITH
(shakes head)
Like you said, needle in a
haystack. There's gotta be
something else connecting these
kids, the attacks can't just be
random.
NOA
(stands)
Well, while all this exciting
developments are going on, I'm
going to make some coffee and grab
the paper. Anyone want anything?
Faith and Pryor both shake their heads and she leaves the
room.
PRYOR
Maybe there's a spell or something
we could perform that would help
you find it?
FAITH
That's still gonna take up a lot of
time. Maybe I can try and find
Gabriel, see if he knows-
NOA (O.S.)
Erm... guys?
They turn to Noa, who is standing in the doorway with the
news paper.
NOA (cont'd)
You should probably take a look at
this...
She turns the front page around. The headline reads 'THIRD
CHILD FOUND DEAD.' Off Faith's dark look, we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
23 INT. NYPD - 4TH FLOOR. DAY. 23
Quinn is sitting at his desk, the morning newspaper laid out
on the desk in front of him. There's a case file in his hand
and he's flipping through it, details from the death of the
latest victim.
He sits at his desk, and looks across at the empty desk where
his partner Lehto should be. With a frown, Quinn calls out to
the rest of the office.
QUINN
Hey, has anybody heard from Lehto?
DETECTIVE
Uh, no, not for a few days. Isn't
he sick or something?
Quinn thinks for a moment, the frown not going away, before
he pats his shirt pocket as if checking something.
He double takes and pats it again, and then starts going
through all his pockets as another detective drops some case
files onto Quinn's desk. He pauses, watching Quinn
frantically searching for whatever he's mislaid.
DETECTIVE #2
Lose something?
Quinn stands up and puts his hands into his pockets, and then
he begins looking around the desk.
QUINN
My badge, I know I had it here, now
I can't seem to find it...
DETECTIVE #2
(smirks)
How can you lose your badge? I know
you're new round here, but that's
kind of a rookie mistake!
QUINN
Maybe someone took it.
DETECTIVE #2
(laughs)
Oh yeah, like who?
As Quinn tries to think, we cut to:
24 INT. LAB - PRYOR'S OFFICE. DAY. 24
Faith is pacing the office, reading the news story about the
latest victim.
FAITH
Two victims in two nights. Damn,
this thing is getting frisky!
PRYOR
And really hungry. It's feeding
pattern can be extremely erratic,
that's probably why it disappeared
off the radar, as it were.
NOA
At least we know what sort of kids
its targeting. We've narrowed it
down to three, all the right age
range, right neighbourhood, pretty
much identical to the other
victims.
She holds up a piece of paper with the three names written
on, which Faith swaps with the news paper.
FAITH
Alright, lets go, we can split up,
take a name each.
NOA
As much as that sounds like a plan,
can I just get something cleared up
first? I want to know why it's just
going for the rich kids.
Noa looks at Faith, who simply shrugs, and then at Pryor.
PRYOR
Well, think of it like this. If
you're a child growing up in a
wealthy family, then there isn't a
whole lot you have to worry about.
You can go about your everyday
business without ever knowing what
the real world is like.
(beat)
You can stay innocent for longer,
retain your youth - and thus make
you the perfect target for
something like this.
Pryor realises Noa and Faith are looking at him skeptically,
and he coughs once and shrugs.
PRYOR (cont'd)
Or maybe not. It was just a theory.
FAITH
Okay, whatever, let's get some
stuff together and move now. We
want to be able to get a good feel
of the area before night fall, so
that if this thing shows up, we can
nail it before it kills another
kid.
They all begin to move, getting ready for the night's
mission. As they leave the room, the newspaper gets knocked
onto the floor.
25 EXT. NY STREET. DAY. 25
Faith, Noa and Pryor are walking along the street together,
pushing through crowds of people.
NOA
Not that I don't get why we're
splitting up or anything, but what
if one of us gets into trouble and
needs a little assistance? And by
'one of us,' I do, of course, mean
me.
PRYOR
The apartment blocks aren't that
far apart, just use your cell if
you get into a tight spot!
NOA
What if there isn't time for that?
FAITH
Hows about we worry about that
later? For now, let's just
concentrate on doing our thing and
bringing this nasty down. We all
know where we're going, right?
They nod, and Faith nods back.
FAITH (cont'd)
Good. Remember, try and blend in,
and keep in contact. With want this
over with as quickly as possible or
it's going to get messy. Normally,
messy is fine, but I don't want any
of those kids getting hurt because
of us. Got it?
She throws a determined look at Noa and Pryor, who nod before
heading off in their separate directions.
Faith turns and digs something out of her pocket - it's
Quinn's badge. With another smile she puts it back in her
pocket and walks on.
26 INT. APARTMENT BLOCK - HALLWAY. DAY. 26
Faith is standing in front of a door, checking the address on
a scrap of paper before knocking on the door.
She taps her foot impatiently as she waits, before the door
is opened by a woman in her late twenties with red hair,
wearing what looks like a maid's uniform.
FAITH
Mrs. McKenna?
MAID
No, I'm the house keeper. Who are
you?
FAITH
(quickly flashes badge)
I'm Detective Quinn with the NYPD,
I need to talk to Mrs. McKenna, is
she home?
MAID
Well, I'm afraid you're out of
luck, she's in the middle of a
manicure and facial, and she
doesn't like them to be
interrupted.
FAITH
Ma'am, this is an important police
matter, and if you're refusing to
let me speak to her, then I may
have to arrest you for wasting
police time.
Faith waits to see if the maid will buy it - and when she
SLAMS the door shut, she rolls her eyes.
FAITH (cont'd)
Great, now I'll just have to do
this the hard way...
She raises up her foot as if she's getting ready to kick the
door in, but before she can the door opens again, and
standing in front of her with a green face mask on is MRS.
McKENNA, with the maid standing behind her.
MRS. MCKENNA
Detective Quinn? I'm Laurel
McKenna, and if this is about my
husband and his business then
you'll have to go to his office, we
don't deal with those sorts of
affairs here.
She's about to shut the door again, but Faith jams her foot
in the way. Mrs. McKenna glares at her, but Faith puts on her
best forced smile.
FAITH
This isn't about your husband,
ma'am. It's about your son.
Mrs. McKenna raises her eyebrows and stands in silence for a
few seconds..
MRS. MCKENNA
(shouts)
Jordy! Get over here, now!
(beat; to the Maid)
Will you go get him?
The maid nods and disappears.
MRS. MCKENNA (cont'd)
Okay, so tell me, what has he done
this time? I mean, Jordy is
normally a really good child, so
whatever he's done, I promise that
its the first and last time he'll
get himself into trouble over it.
FAITH
He hasn't done anything, its
just...
The maid reappears with JORDY McKENNA standing next to her.
He's about seven and dressed up in a Spider-Man costume, sans
mask.
MRS. MCKENNA
Jordy, will you please tell me what
this lady is doing here?
Jordy shrugs and hides behind the maid.
FAITH
Like I was saying, he hasn't done
anything, it's just... look, can I
come in?
Mrs. McKenna looks over her shoulder and then back at Faith,
unsure if she wants to let her in. Reluctantly, she stands
aside and waves Faith inside.
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