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[bottom] TEASER
FADE IN:
1 EXT. ALLEY - NIGHT 1
A light mist curls out of an underground vent, stretching out
across the uneven tarred ground. BOOTS rudely push aside the
white haze as they step quickly down the alley.
A GIRL, face hidden by a hoodie, rushes along. She's
skittish, turning her head from side to side, looking around
the alley. She hugs herself as though the cool is bone-deep.
BUM (O.S.)
New York ain't got what it used to,
man.
The Girl looks down on the Bum as she passes him - he lies
beside a dumspter, wrapped in a tattered blanket, talking to
a mongrel dog in his lap. He doesn't even notice her. Doesn't
notice anything at all. She ignores him in the same way and
keeps going.
A TINKLE of glass sounds behind her. She stops abruptly. Her
shoulders are hunched as her head turns slowly to look behind
her, her face still hidden by shadow.
She turns back -
WHACK!
- and sails across the alley. She lands in a heap on the
floor.
MALE (O.S.)
You stay right there, darling!
The male is a VAMPIRE, in full vamp face. A couple of fanged
friends are with him, smirking as he turns toward them.
VAMPIRE #1
Just the way I like 'em.
All three toothy grins abruptly fade as they see Hoodie girl
stand up in front of them. She flexes both fists.
The vampires aren't dim, not completely. They took a look at
each other then CHARGE as one toward the girl.
She neatly side-steps all blows. Her torso bobs around like a
jack in a box, ducking, twisting and spinning out of their
way. Her attackers make reckless swipes as their frustration
grows.
Then she starts to hit back.
She thwaps one with a punch to the head, rolls under the
next's arm, comes up from behind, brings an elbow against its
head, and kicks out at the third. All in one fluid motion.
One grabs her from behind while another rushes her from the
front. She pushes her feet against the oncoming vamp and uses
that to push back.
Both vampires recoil at the force. The one holding her falls
behind into a brick wall, still holding her. She uses her
elbows and feet to break free.
Lightning quick, she pulls something from within the folds of
her clothes. The vampire behind her looks up in terror, then
TURNS TO DUST.
VAMPIRE
(disgusted)
It's a slayer!
He looks crazy mad. The other appears terrified, his eyes
darting around between his companion, the slayer and the nice
open path out of the alley.
Crazy throws himself at the slayer. Scaredy makes a decision
and breaks away from the fight and races away, keeping his
eyes on the fight behind him.
Crazy DUSTS. Scaredy runs straight into a barrier. He looks
down. It is another GIRL.
VAMPIRE #2
Get out of my way!
He tries to push the person away, but the barrier is
extremely solid. He hears FOOTSTEPS behind him.
Turning, he sees the Slayer approach. He tries to move past
the girl in front again, but she won't let him.
His eyes widen in fear. He sees-
A STAKE - but not in the hand of the slayer, but of the one
in front. She shrugs and plunges the stake into his chest. As
his skin turns to dust, he looks back at the hoodie slayer,
complete confusion still on his face.
Hoodie slayer removes the hoodie. This is RONA. The other,
VI, nods at her. Despite their victory, they do not appear
relaxed.
Both girls look intensely around the alley, before heading in
two separate directions. Vi passes the Bum. He is still
oblivious, but the dog yips at her.
BUM
Look at it all gone. Taken. Crazy.
FADE TO BLACK:
BUM (cont'd)
Nobody know what they got till it's
gone.
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
2 INT. LAB - DAY 2
FAITH and NOA sit side by side. Both girls have wide-open
eyes and are staring ahead of them in equal parts horror and
bemused disbelief.
FAITH
(just checking)
Tonsils?
PRYOR is on the opposite side of them. MORTY, the tiny
magicial pee demon sits on his shoulder. His face is
completely straight and serious.
PRYOR
Yes.
Noa's mouth is agape, her brow furrowed.
NOA
What do they do with them?
(mouth curls into a
grimace)
Wait, I don't think I want to know.
Morty has climbed up the side Pryor's face. His little paw
holds onto the corner of Pryor's mouth.
PRYOR
Look, their habits are, admittedly,
odd. But they are a very reasonable
demonic people-
FAITH
With tonsils.
Pryor is losing his composure as Morty yanks on his ear, hair
and anything else he can wrap his paws on.
PRYOR
Yes, the tonsil-stealing demons.
Just find this local one and speak
to him. Once he is made aware of-
NOA
(deep reflection)
What would you say to someone like
that?
(faux brightness)
'Hi, mister icky tonsil-stealing
demon. Could you please stop taking
things that people don't want?'
(shrugs)
You know, I had my tonsils removed
when I was thirteen. It really hurt
and I didn't want the ice-cream,
because Molly Enklestein was the
biggest girl in my class and she
said it was because she became
addicted to chunky monkey choca
chip cookie dough flavor when she
had hers removed when she was
seven.
(sagely)
But you know, if these demons can
take tonsils out without there
being any pain, I think they would
make a serious dent in the ice-
cream market.
As she speaks, there are strange sounds of movement, almost
as if there is a mini-battle going on.
FAITH
So what's the big deal, then? No
one's gonna miss something they
don't notice anyway. Just let 'em
take the tonsils.
Faith raises an eyebrow at Pyror. He's trying to use his
pinkies to dislodge Morty's painful hold from his head.
He blinks at Faith when he sees her looking at him. The
sounds of the tiny battle stop.
PRYOR
What?
(catches up)
The tonsils aren't the problem.
It's the manner in which they are
taken. The demon irradiates them
with a safe, natural process which
places the subject in a euphoric
sleep state. Quite pleasant, but it
takes some hours to wear off.
That's where the problem comes
from. The demon enters a person's
domicile at night and his presence
is always undetected.
Unfortunately, someone is using
this as an opportunity to rob the
victims blind.
FAITH
Easy pickings.
PRYOR
Indeed. I have a source in the
insurance business who brought this
to my attention, but I'm more
worried that someone else realizes
the benefits of this ploy.
FAITH
Say, someone who wants hearts or
livers or other needful things?
NOA
Ew.
PRYOR
Yes. But as I said, once the demon
knows this, he can ensure against
it. They are very reasonable. And
I've told you before, if you don't
stop doing that, I'm going to spank
you!
Noa and Faith double-take, but Pryor is looking sideways,
straining to see Morty, who has both paws stuck in Pryor's
ears.
FAITH
Pryor, my friend. You really need
to meet new people. New people are
good.
Faith manages a chuckle at Morty's onslaught on Pryor, before
we cut to:
3 INT. PRECINCT - DAY 3
The energy of the place is tangible. DETECTIVES are on phones
talking animatedly, some are having heated debates around
pinup boards. UNIFORMED POLICE are chaperoning fashion
parades of UNSAVORY LOOKING PRISONERS to and from rooms.
QUINN sits at his desk, scribbling notes into a folder.
DETECTIVE SING (O.S.)
Yo, Quinn, you coming up for air
any time soon?
Quinn looks up and smiles.
QUINN
Only when I've found some pearls.
He looks across as DETECTIVE SING, a middle-aged officer,
sits opposite him.
DETECTIVE SING
Why you keep getting those missing
person's cases? Thought for sure
you were a perfect shoe-size for
homicide.
QUINN
As much as I try, can't help the
dead. Besides, I don't like
unfinished business.
DETECTIVE SING
Yeah, I get what you're say-
woah...
The volume and energy of the room dims considerable. Most of
the cops turn toward a new distraction.
CAPTAIN KAWALKSKI, in his fifties and still a man to respect,
shows LASHAAN WILLIAMS around the precinct. She is the one
causing the reaction. Some cops seem wary, others curious.
Early thirties, she's in a red power suit, the kind that
shows she means business. And she's not bad to look at
either. She's all smiles. They reach Quinn and Sing. Both men
can't help but appreciate her at such close quarters.
KAWALKSKI
And these miscreants are Detectives
Jon Quinn and Victor Sing.
LASHAAN
Partners?
QUINN
Not this week.
They smile at each other.
LASHAAN
(to the Captain)
I see what you mean.
QUINN
Talking about me already, cap? I
assure you, ma'am, none of it's
true.
LASHAAN
We were talking about how well
oiled this place appears.
KAWALKSKI
Like I say, take care of the team,
you take care of the play.
She smiles at nods at him warmly, before turning back to
regard the men.
LASHAAN
I'm detective Lashaan Williams.
Internal Affairs.
Sing and Quinn both visibly cool down their appraisal of her.
Quinn takes the hand she offers and shakes it.
QUINN
Ooh.
KAWALKSKI
(unworried)
But it's just a friendly audit. The
top brass want to make sure
everything is swimming along as
well as I know it does.
(winks)
So tell everyone not to make a liar
out of me in the interviews. Yours
is up today, Quinn.
He nods in acceptance. Lashaan gently pulls her hand away
from his.
LASHAAN
I look forward to seeing what you
have to offer.
(a small pause)
For this precinct.
She and Kawalkski walk away. The men tilt their head and
watch her move. Her skirt must be shifting in interesting
ways.
DETECTIVE SING
(petulant)
When am I going to have a meeting?
Quinn shakes his head and smiles back into his work.
4 EXT. STREET - DAY 4
Faith and Noa walk along the streets. It's an unsavory area
with people who would rather rob you than hold a
conversation, but neither girl seems all that perturbed.
Noa is sipping coffee from a take-out cup. Faith is shaking
an electronic gizmo. It looks like a detector of some sort.
FAITH
(frustrated)
I can't get this to do anything.
Why couldn't Pryor come work this
thing?
Noa patiently hands Faith her coffee and takes the gizmo and
starts fidgeting.
NOA
Because he couldn't find a
babysitter for Morty, and doesn't
want to put him back in his cage.
FAITH
See! I knew he was going to make it
a pet. Boy needs to get happy-
bumped in the hardest way.
NOA
(quietly)
He isn't the only one.
Faith quirks an eyebrow.
NOA (cont'd)
Well, it's just... you get the
faraway look sometimes, like you're
thinking of someone, but ... I'm
pretty sure you're not actually,
you know?
Faith shakes her head.
FAITH
I'm the last person on the planet
you should worry about ever owning
a dozen cats. I want. I have.
NOA
Yeah. But not lately.
FAITH
How would you know?
NOA
(get real)
Please. Am I not a woman too?
FAITH
Look, it's just... complicated.
NOA
(holds up detector)
This complicated?
It blinks into life. Faith frowns at it. Noa recovers her
coffee, looks at the tracker and steers them down an alley.
5 EXT. ALLEY - DAY 5
It's much quieter here, but there is still a general display
of decay. Broken windows, trash along the road, bottles of
booze in the way.
NOA
Or the kind of complicated where
you have muscles in places guys can
only dream of benefiting from?
FAITH
Girl. I'm a bad influence. Look at
that shiny new gutter mind.
NOA
Don't change the topic! But thank
you. So, if you're all about the
wanting and having, why aren't you
having with the mystery guy I know
you are daydreaming about?
FAITH
(sighs, knows she's not
getting out of it)
I learned a while back that the
guys I see often aren't the kind
you can play with and put back in
the cupboard. Most want more. And
when they do... their mortality
substantially drops. It's my life.
The life of a slayer. The kind of
life where I can get slain. And so
can the people standing close to
me.
NOA
(taken aback)
That's... comforting.
Faith doesn't notice the moment of realization Noa is having.
FAITH
Kinda makes you see why dating a
dead guy has benefits.
VI (O.S.)
As hot as some dead guys can be, I
still don't think it's a good idea
to fraternise with the enemy.
Faith turns quickly and looks down the side alley they were
approaching.
Vi stands beneath an open window, She grins, but it seems
false. Faith manages a grin back as Vi wanders over.
FAITH
Man. What are you doing here? Why
didn't you hook me up? Slayer
conventions are fun.
(looks past Vi)
Especially when we're breaking and
entering.
Rona is climbing out of a window. She lands on the ground and
looks up. Sees Faith and Noa, shoves something in a pocket.
Faith notices.
FAITH (cont'd)
Chit-chat's usually fun. But what's
going on?
The two younger slayers glance at each other. Their eyes
briefly skirt to Noa.
RONA
We're exploring the finer aspects
of New York.
Faith notices them sizing up Noa, and motions to her.
FAITH
This is Noa. She works with me.
The slayers shrug. Faith prompts them.
FAITH (cont'd)
We do strange and unusual things
together.
Eyebrows rise.
FAITH (cont'd)
With demons.
Still nothing.
FAITH (cont'd)
Like hunting... killing...
NOA
(interrupts)
I'm not so much with the killing. I
get possessed a lot though.
FAITH
Point is. She knows about slayers.
She's cool. Whatever you're afraid
to say in front of her, spit it
out.
RONA
(a little too testy)
We ain't afraid of nothing.
FAITH
Right. That explains why you've
scanned the area about ten times
since we started speaking. I'm
paranoid, but not that much.
Vi looks like she's about to say something. Rona cuts her
off, stepping forward.
RONA
There's nothing going on. We take
care of our own.
A hint of realization sparks in Faith's eyes. Noa watches the
exchange. Rona quickly adds.
RONA (cont'd)
Problems. We take care of our own
problems.
NOA
(to Faith)
Look, um. I think I can take care
of our current uh... hunting
expedition.
She holds up the detector, but Faith pushes her hand back
down with a shake of her head.
FAITH
No. It's dangerous.
NOA
(mimicking Pryor)
A most reasonable species of demon.
Look, it's still daylight, I have
mace... and well, I can do things
by myself, you know.
Faith isn't sure. Rona and Vi discreetly look elsewhere.
NOA (cont'd)
I promise, I'll look for an hour.
Tops.
Faith bites her lip, and glances between Noa and the two
slayers. She leans closer to Noa.
FAITH
Okay. An hour. But then get to the
lab and tell Pryor to get ready for
an all-nighter.
(looks back at Rona and
Vi)
I have a feeling we'll need it.
Noa nods and grabs her coffee from Faith, who has forgotten
she was holding it. Noa leaves and Faith turns back to the
other girls.
6 INT. PRECINCT, INTERVIEW ROOM - DAY 6
Quinn and Lashaan sit opposite each other. There is a pile of
folders in front of her. She seems completely relaxed,
smiling a little. He grins back at her, not too worried
either.
LASHAAN
You're a very resourceful man,
Detective Quinn. Or can I just call
you Jon?
QUINN
(goes along with it)
Jon's fine.
He gives her a little smile, and she returns it. The meeting
seems to be going a way Quinn likes.
LASHAAN
Dedicated too. You first came here
as a homicide detective.
(flips through the file)
Most people would call this case
hopeless, but... here you are.
QUINN
I don't like giving up.
LASHAAN
(smiles like a black
widow)
Really?
(here's the bite)
I honestly couldn't tell.
Her smile drops and in its place is a cold hard seriousness
that instantly sobers Quinn.
LASHAAN (cont'd)
I like it when people play to their
strengths.
She tosses some files across the desk. They slide to a stop
in front of them. She stands up while he opens the files and
looks at the contents.
LASHAAN (cont'd)
You don't play to any. You say you
don't like giving up. Show me the
proof.
She circles him and taps a long finger on a photo in the
file. It is of Detective Lehto, Quinn's former partner.
LASHAAN (cont'd)
You gave up on him pretty easily.
Quinn stares at the picture; he doesn't understand.
QUINN
I don't-
LASHAAN
John Doe's aren't that uncommon for
a city this size. But you'd think a
cop's own partner would care a
little about his up and
disappearing.
Quinn blinks in surprise.
QUINN
(on the defensive)
What are you talking about? Lehto
is in Maine. Captain Kawalkski got
his resignation papers a few weeks
ago. We even called up his landlord
and got the same story. Lehto's mom
has cancer. He's taken extended
personal leave.
LASHAAN
Oh. Really?
She flips to another page in the folder.
LASHAAN (cont'd)
(tosses a photo of him)
It took a while till we were able
to piece together enough of the
corpse to get a positive ID from
the dental records.
Quinn stares down at the photo in his hands - he looks like
he's about to throw up.
LASHAAN (cont'd)
Not pretty is it? It must have
hurt. Must have been scared all by
himself. Where were you then? His
partner. Did you even entertain for
one moment confirming the story?
Didn't you for one second find it
odd that no one had spoken to him
directly?
Quinn is encased in his shock.
LASHAAN (cont'd)
Or maybe there's another reason no
one here gave a damn.
Quinn whips his head in her direction at the unspoken
accusation. She smiles a little.
LASHAAN (cont'd)
Don't worry. I'm sure you boys in
blue are all clean as a whistle. I
just like to be thorough. You see,
I don't like giving up.
With a snap to her walk, she leaves him alone in the room. He
stares down at the photo; pale as any ghost.
7 INT. APARTMENT - DAY 7
Faith looks around the apartment. Vi and Rona stand in front
of the open window that leads back into the street where they
all reunited.
It's a really crappy apartment. Dripping taps, water damage
along the walls, faded furniture and wallpaper.
VI
(overly bright)
Really, we weren't casing the
place. We would never take anything
from-
FAITH
From another slayer. Never said you
did.
VI
Hey, how'd you know?
FAITH
(mocks Rona)
There's nothing going on. We take
care of our own.
(serious)
Little tip, newbie, you wanna keep
something a secret, then you
actually need to make your lies,
well... lies.
RONA
You'd be the one to know all about
that.
FAITH
(impressed)
Check out the new 'tude. It's an
improvement.
VI
(worried)
Not helping.
FAITH
Right. So I'm guessing this girl's
gone missing otherwise you wouldn't
be climbing through windows.
(afterthought)
And by the way, it woulda been nice
for someone to let me know another
slayer was in my backyard. I coulda
looked out for her. Maybe stopped
this from happening.
RONA
(still with the attitude)
You really think you could have
done something? That'd be a first.
VI
(like a watchful big
sister)
Rona! Again, not helping.
(to Faith)
Maeve didn't want anyone to know.
She retired. Her mom was sick and
she wanted to take care of her.
Vi flicks her hand around the dingy apartment.
VI (cont'd)
You can see why right? Last we
heard, her mother had been checked
into hospital, but Maeve's missed
all her scheduled check-ins since
then.
FAITH
So you came to see if she'd been
killed by a big bad or...
VI
(nodding)
Taken.
Faith nods around the apartment.
FAITH
No evidence of a struggle. Least
not here.
RONA
She wouldn't go looking for a
fight. She's gone. We ain't gonna
find her. Best we can do is look
after ourselves.
FAITH
(a bit surprised)
Wow. Where's the care?
RONA
It's in the same place yours will
be when your card gets called.
Appearing more uncomfortable than she should, Rona quickly
darts out the window.
Faith is confused and looks to Vi, who holds her look with a
knowing that Faith doesn't share.
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT ONE
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