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9 EXT. CLUB - NIGHT 9
The light red GOO sloshes across the floor. A MOP swirls it
around, making it sudsy. Faith and Noa step to the side, and
walk into the club.
Noa smiles at the JANITOR as he continues to clean the front
steps. Behind them, a GUY holds up A FRIEND who is very, very
drunk, and holding a hand to his mouth.
GUY
(to the Janitor)
Sorry man, just sorry.
The Janitor shrugs and continues to clean.
10 INT. CLUB - SAME 10
Faith and Noa stand on the landing and look around. Two
powerful and dolled-up women, MEN turn and notice. Faith
either doesn't care or doesn't notice.
Noa smiles wickedly at them all as the two move through the
fray. As though driven by some sort of instinct, the crowds
part as Noa makes her way across the room. Faith hasn't
noticed yet.
FAITH
Hey, I'll go get us some...
She looks around and sees Noa is gone, already climbing up
the stairs to the podium to join the other women there.
FAITH (cont'd)
(surprised)
Drinks.
Faith watches Noa for a moment, dancing like she's possessed.
Over at the bar, Faith pays the barman and takes the two
drinks. She looks up at the podium and sees Noa dancing
closely with the other women. She is understandably puzzled
by Noa's "Faith-like" behavior.
Noa turns to Faith and beckons with her finger. Faith frowns,
but makes her way over to her. She climbs up and tries to
hand her a drink, but Noa takes them both and sets them on a
ledge next to the podium.
11 MONTAGE - NOA AND FAITH DANCING 11
A) They dance to an upbeat pop song. Faith smiles right along
with Noa.
B) Faith has stopped and finishes her drink while Noa keeps
dancing.
C) They dance to a sexy song, Noa perhaps getting a little
too close. Faith goes along with it, but she is looking over
Noa like she has a two-headed cow as a pet.
D) Faith has stopped again and finishes Noa's drink. Noa
shows no signs of stopping.
E) They dance to a raucous alternative song; Faith is only
half-way enthusiastic. Noa is still dancing like it's the
first time.
BACK TO SCENE:
Faith stops dancing, she even seems a little tired.
FAITH
(over the music)
You wanna stop for a second?
NOA
(still dancing, eyes
closed)
Nuh-uh.
FAITH
Mind if I stop?
Noa just waves in answer and casually turns away from Faith.
She slithers up closer to the other women.
Faith blinks and bites out a laugh, trying not to take
offense. Shaking her head, she turns and goes.
12 INT. CLUB, BATHROOM CORRIDOR - NIGHT 12
A few DRUNK PARTYGOERS are spread about. One COUPLE can't
wait for the ride home, and, slumped by the wall, pet
heavily.
Faith walks past them, smirking slightly to herself. She
looks kinda lost. She keeps walking along, sizing the place
up. Her mind is buzzing. She senses something.
Faith stops by a wall. A painting next to a RED LEATHER DOOR
catches her eye. The art is a grotesque slice of post-modern
insanity.
FAITH
(to herself)
Nice slice of the surreal.
She snorts, and runs her hand along the frame. Its gold-
plated, very extravagant looking. After another glance at it,
she moves on.
13 INT. CLUB - NIGHT 13
Faith closes the passage door behind her. The barman looks at
her for a moment, as though waiting for something. She stares
right on back at him until he looks away. She dismisses his
behavior and checks out the podium.
Noa is still energizer-bunny frisky. Faith walks to the bar
and leans over.
While waiting for the barman, she glances around the room and
sees someone on the landing. She's on full alert almost
immediately - it's Gabriel.
He ignores Faith and stares above her head. She leans to the
side and follows his gaze.
Faith's attention is brought to one of the creepy snake
statues. It's eyes GLOW RED.
Faith quickly looks back to where Gabriel was. He is gone.
Faith slumps her shoulders and puts a resigned scowl on her
face.
FAITH
(to herself)
Great. Just great.
As Faith gets up and starts shoving through the crowd, we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
14 INT. CLUB - NIGHT 14
Faith quickly makes her way to Noa. She taps the dancing
queen on her shoulder. Noa looks questioning at Faith. The
other women watch closely.
FAITH
We've got to go.
NOA
Why?
Faith stares over Noa's shoulder and sees another snake head.
FAITH
(uncomfortable)
Call it a hunch.
NOA
Well... I don't want to go
anywhere. I'm perfectly happy right
here.
Faith notices the other women watching them. She leans closer
and drops her voice into a whisper.
FAITH
That's what I'm getting afraid of.
I think something's going on.
Something to do with this place.
Noa sighs exasperated. She doesn't share Faith's concern
about listening ears.
NOA
Like what? People having a good
time?
FAITH
I don't know. Yet. I think it has
something to do with these snakes.
NOA
(raises eyebrow)
Riiiggght.
Noa steps back, very angry.
NOA (cont'd)
Because it couldn't have anything
to do with you not wanting to be
here, could it?
You know what, Faith, if you didn't
want to be here, you didn't have to
come!
Faith double-takes at Noa's reaction.
FAITH
What are you-
NOA
I mean, it's not exactly
surprising. This little play of
yours? "It's too normal. I'm too
normal. Not enough blood. Not
enough violence."
(leans close)
Would that make this interesting
for you?
FAITH
I don't know what you're-
Noa SLAPS Faith. Faith stands stock-still. Not exactly angry,
but not entirely closed off either. She's putting two and two
together.
NOA
Feel better?
FAITH
I'll get back to you on that.
She goes. With a smile, Noa turns back to the others and
continues to dance.
15 INT. LAB - NIGHT 15
Pryor sleeps with his head in front of the Exykris cage.
There's even some drool action going on.
Faith SLAMS her hand against the counter. Pryor jumps.
PRYOR
(almost incoherent)
'kay Morty...
He reaches for the jar of fish heads.
FAITH
Pryor!
He finally wakes up; she's a bit of a shock to his system.
PRYOR
Shh. Morty is very delicate.
He looks over the tiny demon worriedly. It is still fast
asleep. Faith doesn't care either way. She grabs his face and
makes him look at her.
FAITH
Noa. Dancing all night. Glowing
snake eyes. Heinous bitch. Fix it.
Pryor blinks at her. She means business.
PRYOR
(slowly)
Okay.
Faith heads into her smaller office as Pryor YAWNS< trying to
wake himself up.
16 INT. MEDICAL EXAMINER'S LAB - NIGHT 16
Quinn backs into the room and shuts the door quietly behind
him. The room is empty. He looks around, giving off every
signal that he's not meant to be there. He spots what he's
looking for and quickly hurries to one of the counters.
A few TEST TUBES of the light red goo are sitting in a test-
tube tray. He reaches for one...
The office door to the side opens. Quinn pulls his hand back
and acts casual, like he was just waiting around.
LESLEY
Detective Quinn?
QUINN
Hey. I heard you were also burning
the midnight oil. Any leads?
Lesley walks over to the counter and stares at the vials.
LESLEY
Not a one. I can't figure out what
the hell this stuff is.
Quinn sees an opportunity.
QUINN
I might be able to help there.
LESLEY
Oh, it's all right. I'm sending a
sample up to a FBI textiles expert
in Maryland.
Quinn drops his voice into a whisper and leans down as though
imparting some major secret.
QUINN
What if... this is something the
FBI has never seen before? What if
they take this from you and some
guy builds his career out of your
find? It's happened before.
(really laying it on
thick)
I don't like seeing it happen to
good men.
LESLEY
What exactly are your proposing?
QUINN
I know a guy who knows a guy. He
would be able to access some...
sources the FBI can't. And, guys
like that have no need for glory.
If he found anything... the credit
would go to the right person. You.
LESLEY
Don't you mean us?
Quinn cocks an eyebrow.
LESLEY (cont'd)
Any credit of mine, is a credit to
the whole department...
QUINN
Yeah. Yeah it would be.
He smiles. Lesley hands him a vial.
17 INT. LAB - NIGHT 17
Faith paces. Pryor types away at the computer.
PRYOR
You know, if you want to be
helpful...
FAITH
I'm not sticking my hands in fish
guts.
PRYOR
Morty is a very relaxing companion.
FAITH
I don't want to be relaxed. I want
you to point me at something and
let me kill it a lot.
Pryor sighs and keeps on reading.
PRYOR
Do you have any idea how many
snake, or snake-based entities
there are? I really think we need
more information before we leap to
conclusions.
FAITH
Noa is acting like the return of
the Sunnydale bimbo. What else do
you need?
PRYOR
So she's acting a little out of
character. Many people do when it's
their- huh, that's interesting.
Faith rushes over and reads over his shoulder. It's all
French to her.
FAITH
(prodding)
What's interesting?
PRYOR
Well, as you are probably already
aware, animal totems are most often
used to...
(searches for the word)
... imbue the possessor of the
totem with the characteristics of
the animal in question.
Faith spurs him on with her hands. She didn't know that, and
right now, doesn't care.
PRYOR (cont'd)
(points at screen)
This demonic tribe here took it a
step further. They reversed the
course, allowing them to feel the
emotions of the animal as it was on
the hunt. This in itself isn't that
surprising. I mean, that's why
humans make such good hosts. We
feel a range of emotions that some
demons can't.
(off Faith's look)
Yes, well, what makes this unique
is that they were able to possess
the animals itself, thus increasing
the emotional high.
I guess we should be thankful Noa
isn't a snake. I really don't think
we'll see her hunting in the bush.
FAITH
Not yet.
PRYOR
I don't think it's anything to
worry about. Firstly, the snake is
an odd choice as a totem. I can't
imagine anyone wanting to possess a
snake.
(laughs)
Well, besides You-Know-Who.
Again, she doesn't display a great affinity for knowing what
the heck he is talking about.
FAITH
Pryor! A little focus.
PRYOR
Okay. Just give me a few more
hours, and I'll have narrowed down
some more theories.
FAITH
We don't have hours!
Faith is becoming increasingly agitated.
PRYOR
I'm sure that's an exaggeration.
FAITH
No. I know all about sudden
switches of personalities. We need
to get her out of there before she
does something nasty. Something she
can't live with.
PRYOR
You really think it's that serious
based on one slap?
FAITH
It's more than that. I just know. I
mean, you should have seen her. She
didn't even need a drink!
One could almost imagine that Faith is really not getting
across to Pryor. He is regarding her with a healthy does of
skepticism, though he does seem to be trying.
PRYOR
(resigned)
All right. I'll come with you to
this club. It would probably help
if I can see these snakes for
myself, so that I can tell whether
it really is a demonic possession.
FAITH
And if it is?
Pryor bites his lip and considers something to the side.
Faith looks. A FULL BOTTLE of Morty's 'secretions' sits on
the counter beside his cage.
Faith grimaces at Pryor, who just smiles excitedly like a boy
about to play with a new toy.
18 INT. CLUB - NIGHT 18
Noa dances with some GUY. She runs her fingers up his chest.
He smirks back like he thinks he's hot and she's putty in his
hands.
Over his shoulder, she sees Redhead staring at them. The two
women smile at each other. Redhead makes her way over to the
couple and snakes her arms around his arms.
From his point of view, it would come across as incredibly
sexy and his face shows it.
From Noa's point of view, it looks more like Redhead is
holding him for her. Noa licks her lips. She unbuttons the
top of his shirt and stares at his neck. She runs her nail
down his throat.
In her ears, all she can hear is the loud drum of a HEART
BEAT. Her hands begin to curl into a clawed fist.
FAITH (O.S.)
Hey. Sorry to be a killjoy, but my
girl here is a heartbreaker.
Faith wraps an arm around Noa and pulls the guy away from
Redhead, who curls an angry lip up at Faith.
Faith pushes the guy to the side, but keeps her eyes on
Redhead and her grip on Noa.
FAITH (cont'd)
Beat it.
The guy shakes his head and mutters expletives under his
breath, but goes and joins the throng of the crowd.
Faith steers Noa forcefully away from the other women.
The women all stop dancing and gang up, staring angrily at
Faith as she drags a protesting Noa down the stairs and
through the club.
Pryor waits near the door. He watches the girls on the
podium. They watch Faith and Noa for a few moments, then
begin dancing again, dragging up more males.
All kinds of raunchy begins to take place. Girls dancing with
girls in wicked ways. Girls ganging up on the boys and making
them smile.
It seems to be something Pryor expects. He turns and leaves
before Faith and Noa get near the door.
19 EXT. CLUB - NIGHT 19
Pryor waits anxiously in a side alley next to the club. He
looks around the corner and sees partygoers lingering
outside, some going in, some leaving. He looks at his watch.
Faith drags Noa around the corner.
PRYOR
Oh, hello, Noa. How are you
feeling?
NOA
What the hell is this?
FAITH
Call it an intervention.
Faith holds Noa as she continues to struggle to get away.
NOA
For what?
PRYOR
(playing it calm)
Nothing too serious. Demonic
possession. That sort of thing.
(studies Noa's face)
Do you feel like anything out of
the ordinary is... inside you?
FAITH
(rolls eyes)
Real smooth, Pry.
NOA
(ceases struggling)
Inside me? God, where the hell
would you get an idea like that?
Can't I just have a bad day and not
get mistaken for evil from beyond
the darkest reaches?
What the hell are you going to do
to me when I have PMS? Put me in a
straitjacket and make me watch
daytime talk shows?
PRYOR
All good questions. And ones I'm
sure we can clear up, if you
promise not to go back into that
club.
NOA
God, if that's all it's going to
take for you two to stop acting
like you've been given a concussion
by a giant marshmallow man, then
yeah, I promise not to move from
this spot!
Pryor believes her. He nods meaningfully to Faith. She
doesn't buy it.
FAITH
You sure?
PRYOR
Yes, I believe this is a case of
localized influence. Now that she's
out of the line of sight of those
totems, she does seem her usual
self.
Faith still doesn't let go. Pryor waves a hand at her.
Gritting her teeth, Faith lets go of Noa.
Noa doesn't take a step, she just turns her head and smiles
reassuringly at Faith.
Faith is still suspicious. Pryor takes Faith by the shoulder
and leads her a few steps from Noa, talking quietly.
PRYOR (cont'd)
I know, that as a slayer it is your
duty to react to all perceived
mystical threats, but... I don't
think anything malicious or all
that disturbing is going on here.
FAITH
What?
PRYOR
You said Noa was only dancing, and,
no offense, but most demonic
entities act a lot more violently
to being manhandled by a slayer.
FAITH
Are you saying I made this up?
PRYOR
No, of course not. I do think
someone is living through those
girls there, but I don't think it
is for anything more than pleasure.
After all, the snake is the symbol
of temptation. And what greater
temptation is there than to do
anyone you want.
Faith glares at him.
PRYOR (cont'd)
That came out wrong. The point is,
this is harmless. I bet there's
some little old totem master in
there just... having a good time.
FAITH
Right, so someone's getting his
jollies by making girls dance to
crappy music. I don't think so. And
thanks so much for believing me.
Why that hell did you bring the
demon pee along if you were just
going to diss my theory?
Pryor pulls out the bottle of purple pee.
PRYOR
Fine, if it makes you feel better,
we can go in there now and dose the
affected people.
(dry sarcasm)
They're all those people dancing,
aren't they?
Before Faith can retort, Noa rushes Pryor and SLAMS him out
of frame. Faith's eyes follow them.
FAITH
Told you.
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT THREE
ACT FOUR
FADE IN:
20 EXT. CLUB - NIGHT 20
Faith yanks Noa from Pryor. She KICKS and CONVULSES, trying
to get loose. Faith holds her easily.
Pryor scrambles to his feet, clutching his throat and holding
the bottle of purple pee.
PRYOR
Okay. She's possessed.
FAITH
(smirking)
You think?
He approaches Noa.
PRYOR
Sorry about this.
He brings up the bottle of pee and Noa CLAMPS her mouth shut.
Pryor awkwardly waves the bottle in front of Noa's closed
mouth. She turns her head from side to side avoiding the
bottle.
Faith loses her patience. She pinches Noa, hard, on the side.
Noa OPENS HER MOUTH in pain. Pryor squirts some of the purple
pee. Both Noa and Faith grimace. Noa stops struggling.
NOA
My God, that is rancid!!
Pryor watches Noa closely.
PRYOR
Are you, er, you?
NOA
You made me drink a demon's number
one. Any answer I give right now,
won't exactly prove anything.
Pryor silently confers with Faith. She shrugs and lets Noa
go. Noa promptly leaps forward and attacks Pryor again. There
is a CRASH.
Faith had been expecting the attack. She tightens her grip on
Noa's wrist, spins her back and KNOCKS HER OUT with her free
fist. Pryor catches her as she collapses.
PRYOR
(looking at the ground)
She broke the bottle.
FAITH
Who cares? It didn't work.
PRYOR
Good point.
FAITH
Okay. You take her home and embrace
bondage. I'm going to poop the
party.
Pryor lifts Noa.
PRYOR
Alright. Spells like this are
proximity based. The person in
control should be easy to identify.
They have something related to the
snakes. When you see them-
FAITH
Give into temptation and whack them
with the apple tree.
PRYOR
That should also work. Good luck.
FAITH
(smiles)
This is my kind of thing.
Faith heads back inside as Pryor heads off with Noa.
21 INT. CLUB - NIGHT 21
The snake eyes GLOW. No patron of the club notices. The
barman watches the dancers on the podium. They are dancing
with a couple GUYS they've dragged up. The guys don't seem to
be dancing all that much.
Over with the dancers, some hold the guys while others nip,
bite and scratch at them. The guys SHOUT FOR HELP, but no one
can hear them over the music. BLOOD trails down their faces
and chests.
The barman smiles and looks around the club. Everyone dances,
oblivious.
BANG! The MUSIC STOPS.
Faith stands on top of the DJ's sound system. The DJ slumps,
unconscious on the turntable. All eyes turn to her, including
the women on the podium who hold the guys silent.
Seeing she has their full attention, Faith momentarily
suffers a bout of self-consciousness.
FAITH
Um, hey. I'm from the emergency
room. You know, the ER. And,
there's been a breakout of... of...
mommogorard disease! The cases all
came from here. So you should
leave. Now!
The crowd just stare at her.
FAITH (cont'd)
It's a bad disease. Not pretty. Uh,
symptoms are...
(studies the crowd, gets
an idea)
Lightheadedness, deafness, numb
hands and legs...
The people in the crowd look at each other and start to get
worried.
FAITH (cont'd)
...blurred vision, puking, bloated
stomachs, acne, and, um, piles. Bad
piles.
(looks at the women on the
podium, a little
surprised)
And freaky red eyes.
The guys the women on the podium were holding use the
distraction to fight and get away. People finally see them
and the blood. Everyone is now convinced. People rush from
the club in a panic.
The women on the podium remain behind, staring at Faith
angrily. Their eyes are RED. When the club is empty, the
women hiss at Faith.
She just smiles and jumps down from the DJ booth. Some women
leap right off the podium to join her. Others rush down the
steps. Faith takes them all on.
She gets rushed by at least four at a time. When she knocks
one away, another takes the place.
The women coordinate their attack, but Faith is still the
better fighter. They are feral and angry, Faith is the
seasoned fighter in control. One woman gets in a lucky shot.
FAITH (cont'd)
Well, someone's been eating their
spinach.
She knocks the woman out.
FAITH (cont'd)
Still won't help.
Faith continues to knock the others out. Through the fray,
she sees the barman. He knows he in trouble, and rushes
through the side door.
Faith knocks out two girls at the same time. She rushes for
the door, and sidekicks the last girl. TKO.
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