ACT TWO
FADE IN:
8 INT. FAITH'S PLACE - DAY 8
Faith stands in front of an open cupboard. It is loaded with
WEAPONS. Vi stands beside her. Rona stares out the window,
she doesn't move. It's late in the day, but there's still
some light to kill.
FAITH
Feel free to become a user.
(frowns, points)
Except for that crossbow. Oh, and I
don't endorse guns. So stay away
from the rifle too. Oh, and that
hammer is a personal favourite, so
try avoid using that one too.
Faith steps back, and looks at Rona.
FAITH (cont'd)
You sure you'll be okay while I
track down my guy.
VI
Reasonably sure.
FAITH
(smiles falsely)
Okay.
(heads to the door)
Later, honeys.
Faith pauses in the doorway and takes one last glance at Vi
and Rona, knowing that there's more to this than she's being
told, before she leaves.
9 EXT. FAITH'S PLACE - SAME 9
Faith shuts the door behind her. Noa is startled. She holds
some TAKEOUT.
FAITH
Thanks. My fridge is kinda-
NOA
The wasteland it always is.
FAITH
How did the-
NOA
Found the guy. Couldn't speak
demon. Gave him Pryor's number.
FAITH
And Pry-
NOA
Waiting at the lab for future
updates.
FAITH
Great.
NOA
Yip. Okay, I'd better-
FAITH
Hungry slayers, right. Will you-
NOA
Save some for you? Already covered.
FAITH
Later.
NOA
(opening the door)
Good luck.
Faith leaves.
10 INT. FAITH'S PLACE - SAME 10
Noa enters. Vi gives a kind of welcoming smile when she
eyeballs the food. Rona turns away from the window and gives
a glare.
Noa doesn't flinch and takes the food over to the kitchen,
where she sets about getting plates and utensils. She merrily
continues under the watchful eyes of two very stressed
slayers.
NOA
Yeah, Faith's fridge is always low
on actual sustenance. I swear, if
it weren't for Pryor and me she'd
be eating twinkies and M&Ms every
night for dinner.
VI
Pryor?
NOA
Oh. Our boss.
(ponders)
Well, not really a boss. More like
a guy who provides money while we
do stuff for him.
Vi cracks a large grin; it's the most amused she's been.
VI
Demon stuff, right?
NOA
What else is there?
VI
Boy, can't tell you've been hanging
around a slayer.
NOA
(shrugs)
It's hard to think of her like
that. To me she's just Faith.
Vi sits at the kitchen table. Noa hands her a plate with
food, and looks up at Rona who still holds her vigil at the
window. Vi just shakes her head. Noa sits on the opposite
side of the table.
VI
I wish I could still think like
that. Nowadays, everything's about
being a slayer.
Her thoughts appear to be drawn inward; there is a distant
look on her face.
VI (cont'd)
Actually, this reminds me of old
times.
She gives a small, empty chuckle.
VI (cont'd)
Before we all became slayers, we
shared a cramped space just like
this.
NOA
Really? I can't imagine Faith
sharing anything for very long.
VI
Oh, no. She came later. She was one
of the original slayers.
NOA
(really interested)
How many originals were there?
VI
Just the two. Though, there's only
meant to be one. Maybe that's
why...
RONA
(warning)
Vi.
VI
(mumble)
Sorry.
NOA
(quietly to Vi)
It's okay. I'm used to the word
slayer meaning secrecy.
They smile subtly at each other and eat.
11 INT. PRECINCT, QUINN'S DESK - DAY 11
A subdued Quinn sits at his desk, staring at something
between his hands. Around him, the precinct is noticeably
quiet. People speak in subdued whispers. Some take quick
glances at-
QUINN'S DESK, the one he shared with Lehto. Kawalski ambles
over. He has a look of pity on his face, or perhaps a
protective camaraderie.
KAWALKSKI
Hey kid. Heard it was rough.
Quinn startles.
QUINN
(brave face)
Wasn't so bad.
Kawalski jelly molds himself onto Quinn's desk. He leans low.
KAWALKSKI
Look, I think you should take a few
days off.
QUINN
It's alright. I can work. We gotta
find the psychos who did this.
KAWALKSKI
I appreciate that, kid. But you're
still taking off.
QUINN
What?
KAWALKSKI
She's nosing around you something
good. I know you're a good cop, a
good kid, but she... hey, you know
how these IA people work. I just
don't want her getting any other
ammunition. Okay?
(gets off the desk)
We always take care of our own. The
living and the dead.
Quinn squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, then resumes
staring ahead at Lehto's empty desk. A spark of anger works
its way across his jaw.
He stands up sharply, turns around and grabs his jacket from
behind his chair.
He stoops down to pick up his bag. He places it on the desk
and unzips it as he grabs some objects off his desk. Darkly,
he glares down at the contents of his bag.
A BLUE FOLDER is bent within. Quinn pulls the zipper shut and
storms out of the precinct.
12 EXT. ROOFTOP - NIGHT 12
Faith scans the streets below as she walks along the roof.
She peers down every crevice and into every shadow she can.
GABRIEL (O.S.)
Looking for someone?
Faith stops, a thin, frustrated smile on her face.
FAITH
Looking for two someone's actually.
Least I found you.
She turns to regard him. He leans against a wall like he's
always been waiting for her.
FAITH (cont'd)
You know what you need? A bat
signal. I've been out for you for
hours.
He steps away from the wall and nears her.
GABRIEL
You know that's not how we work.
He leans close to her ear as he passes her.
GABRIEL (cont'd)
(whispers)
I find you.
Faith shivers, just a little, in his wake. She follows him to
the edge of the roof. He looks down into the alley below as
Faith stands behind him, trying to be all business.
FAITH
I need info.
GABRIEL
Faith, I come to you when I have
information. Any other time and all
you're going to get from me is
pleasant conversation.
FAITH
(sly)
You mean you can be pleasant?
He glances at her from the corner of his eye, not entirely
impressed with her answer. She gives a wicked grin. He shakes
his head with an amused smile of his own.
GABRIEL
I can't give you all the answers.
FAITH
Mmm. But you know what's going on?
GABRIEL
Yeah, missing girls. Slayers.
FAITH
(nodding to herself,
angry)
I knew it was going to be plural.
How long have you known?
GABRIEL
(off her reaction)
Not as long as you suspect.
FAITH
But you still knew. Man, I am
getting so sick of not getting
phone calls.
GABRIEL
I don't have a phone.
FAITH
Well, you should!
He looks at her for a moment. She shrugs an apology. As one,
they both sit on the edge of the roof.
GABRIEL
I'd like to help. Really. But I
only get the information you need
when you need it. Before now, I
guess you didn't.
FAITH
How could I not need to know this?
They're family. In a twisted,
related by death kind of way.
He nods. There's really not much else he can say.
Faith quietly chews on what she said.
FAITH (cont'd)
(offhand)
Do you have family?
Gabriel raises his eyebrows.
FAITH (cont'd)
What? Aren't I allowed to ask?
He wrestles with his words. Faith watches him, trying to work
him out by watching him think.
GABRIEL
Well, you can ask. I just, well,
it's not really in the job
description...
He waves his hand between them.
FAITH
To what? Mingle? Chat? Becomes
friends? Is this always just going
to be a job for you?
GABRIEL
No, it's not that, it's just-
(beat)
I'm your messenger. That's all.
It's not meant to be about me.
FAITH
(considers)
That's sad.
(serious)
Don't you ever want someone to
think they're there for you?
GABRIEL
(looks away)
No. That's not what I'm about.
FAITH
Right. You're about cryptic
messages and disappearing into the
night when I'm trying to find you.
GABRIEL
I'd stick around, but you're not
always going to look for me.
FAITH
Stick around paperboy. I just
might.
She stands and stretches a little.
FAITH (cont'd)
So... you really got nothing else
for me? Nothing cryptic? Come on,
you know you want to fry my brain.
GABRIEL
Hey, don't hate me.
(smiles widely)
It's all part of-
FAITH
(finishes)
The job description. Yeah yeah. I
gotta get back. Later.
She heads back the way she came.
GABRIEL
(calls)
Oh, Faith!
She stops and smiles; she just knew he was going to do that!
She turns her head to the side. He stands further up beside
the wall, opposite her.
GABRIEL (cont'd)
One way or the other. This ends
now.
She immediately stiffens; both annoyed and worried at once.
GABRIEL (cont'd)
Oh. And ask Bob.
He gives a quick wink then goes behind the wall.
FAITH
(to herself)
Bastard.
She stews over his words, angry, but then, despite herself,
she grins.
13 INT. FAITH'S PLACE - NIGHT 13
Faith's door BANGS open. Two slayers and a lab girl jump.
Faith comes in, all bluster.
FAITH
Ladies. We seem to have developed a
flaw in our communication skills.
She regards the two younger slayers in turn. They have no
clue what she's talking about.
FAITH (cont'd)
You neglected to inform me that
little nurse Nightingale isn't the
only missing slayer.
RONA
(genuinely confused)
But you know.
FAITH
How could I know? Count the phone
calls you've sent my way.
RONA
(thinks)
But you weren't surprised when we
told you.
(gets angry)
And every other slayer we've spoken
to knows about this.
FAITH
Do I seem like I'm the other
slayers?
(shakes her head)
Look, whatever. I gotta lead and
we'd better follow it, because my
gut tells me it'll be over soon.
She looks over at Noa, who has been a shrinking violet since
Faith's entrance; she's just doing what she can to stay
unnoticed.
FAITH (cont'd)
You have your phone here?
Noa nods and quickly hands over a cell phone.
VI
Who are you calling?
Faith answers, but she's looking at Noa.
FAITH
Pryor. We're going to need
directions.
RONA
Great, more civvies.
Faith has about had it with the attitude.
FAITH
What is your problem? Not so long
ago, you were a civvie.
RONA
(getting angry)
And now I'm not, so I know what I'm
talking about when I say they can't
help. This is slayer business.
Faith dials the phone.
FAITH
(shakes her head)
You make it sound like we're a
cult.
(to the phone)
Pry, how good are you at vague
references?
(of his reply)
I need a guy named Bob.
From Faith, we cut to:
14 EXT. STREET - NIGHT 14
The four women are out in force. Rona walks by herself, ahead
of the pack.
Vi is a little behind, and Noa and Faith walk together.
NOA
I know this is a weird, and maybe,
personal question, but are they
always so...
(clenches her fist)
Grrr?
FAITH
(biting her lip)
No. Not really. I mean, Rona had
her moments, but nothing like this.
NOA
Post traumatic shock syndrome!
(off Faith's look)
I watched a movie on Hallmark about
soldiers. And that's kinda what you
are.
FAITH
(shrugs)
We are now. But that's not always
how it was.
NOA
(nodding)
Vi told me there only used to be
one.
FAITH
Yeah. Then came two. Man, I thought
I was unnatural for years. And now
there's an army of us. It sometimes
makes me wonder...
NOA
If this is the cosmos trying to
balance it all out again?
Faith shrugs.
NOA (cont'd)
Well, I don't think it is, because
if it was then you would never have
made it this far. Right?
Faith grins.
RONA (O.S.)
Screw this.
Rona takes off running down an alley, and Faith starts to run
after her.
FAITH
Rona! Damnit!
Vi stops her.
VI
I'll take care of this. She just
needs some space. We'll meet up at
your place later.
Faith shakes her head as Vi follows the direction Rona went
in. Noa plods up to Faith.
NOA
Life is never simple with slayers,
is it?
FAITH
Only when they're evil.
NOA
(thinks it's a joke)
What?
(phone starts ringing)
Oops, wait.
She pulls her cellphone out. It has a THUNDERBIRDS ringtone.
NOA (cont'd)
Yeah. Uh huh. Okay.
Puts the phone away.
NOA (cont'd)
Pryor found Bob.
With a nod from Faith, we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
15 INT. BOB'S - NIGHT 15
Crystals and candles line cherry wood shelves. It is almost
impossible to tell what the original walls look like under
the gaudy silk drapes of pink, red and maroon.
Noa and Faith push past one of these drapes and into the
room. They soak it all in and wince at each other.
Faith takes a sniff or two at the air and notices some
incense merrily burning away in a Buddah incense holder.
FAITH
Are we sure this is the right
place? 'Cos I'm not entirely sure
this is the type of answers we're
looking for.
NOA
Hey, your lead.
FAITH
Gotta point.
BOB (O.S.)
Welcome, welcome, welcome.
Faith and Noa turn toward BOB. He's a three-eyed demon, but
that's about as mystical as he looks. His large pot belly
pushes out from under a greasy, graying vest. His nose tells
the tale of a demon who likes the taste of barley.
And his bermudas and bath robe are only slightly less red
than the tufts of hair sticking out at odd angles on his
balding head.
BOB (cont'd)
Welcome to the benevolent, all-
seeing eye of...
(points over himself)
Me. What difficulties plague your
obviously wearied, yet still
beautiful eyes, that mimic the
deepest darkest oceans.
FAITH
(beat)
Right.
Faith gives a side long glance to Noa; it speaks volumes.
FAITH (cont'd)
Well, I'm not sure you can help.
See, there's these girls. They're
missing.
Bob throws his hands up and rushes over to Faith.
BOB
This way. This way. Finding missing
objects is my specialty. You are
very fortunate to have learned of
this skill of mine. I am the
foremost expert of locating
whatever you desire.
FAITH
(under her breath)
If you say so.
Noa giggles. Bob leads them into an ALCOVE. He motions for
the girls to sit on some cushions in front of a low table.
With a great deal of effort, he manages to fold himself into
a seated position. He breathes heavily for a few moments; the
effort showing.
BOB
Right then. Do you have any
artifacts, any items of personal
value, in order to find what you
seek?
Faith fishes in her pocket.
FAITH
I have...
(counts)
... eleven bucks.
Bob blinks.
BOB
No, no, dear. You misunderstand. I
require something that forms a
connection with the ones you are
looking for. A comb, a favourite
bag...
(beat; hopeful)
... silky underwear...
Faith shakes her head; both at herself and someone else. Bob
leans back, with a thoughtful frown on his face.
BOB (cont'd)
Well, that puts a bit of a damper
on the evening.
FAITH
Can't you just-
BOB
There are hundreds of people on the
planet, and that isn't even
considering other dimensions.
Singling out anyone is
insurmountable without a hint.
NOA
Well... they're slayers. And so's
she. That's kinda unique. Can't you
just...
She brings her hands up to her head and then pushes away from
there, as through ploughing snow away from her forehead.
BOB
(slouches in his chair)
You're reporters, aren't you?
Testing me? Hah! It won't work. I
know for a fact there is only one
slayer. Mmmm, maybe two.
FAITH
Things change, bright spark. You
got no clue how many of us there
are.
BOB
(peers at Faith)
Alright. Hand please.
Faith begrudgingly reaches out. He takes her a-lot-cleaner
hand in his. Faith grimaces at the contact. Noa squirms on
Faith's behalf too.
Bob closes his normal eyes, and his THIRD EYE OPENS. There is
silence for a moment, and Faith and Noa look between each
other, shrugging.
A bright light emits from the third eye. Noa and Faith blink
rapidly.
Bob starts shaking as though having a fit; he GRIPS Faith's
hand much harder, so hard, that she tries to pull away.
BOB (cont'd)
Far. So far.
(higher voice)
I want to go home. Where's my home?
Where are we? Where am I?
(normal voice)
Alive! Alive. All Alive. But
scared, so scared.
No one to save them. No one to
care. Missing in the dark. Heavy
cage. There's nothing you can do
when your card's been called.
(higher voice)
Save us! Help me! Oh, God! Mamma!
Bob lurches forward and grabs Faith's shoulder's with both
hands.
BOB (cont'd)
(deep voice)
One way or the other. This ends
now.
Faith wrenches free and stands up. She breathes heavily and
stares at Bob. Noa stands up beside her, worried. Bob
composes himself normally.
BOB (cont'd)
Well? Was I any help?
FAITH
You mean you don't know?
BOB
No, no. The eye is much too
sensitive for conscious thought.
FAITH
Right. Can you tell me anything
else?
BOB
I'm sorry, but if I couldn't tell
you then I do not know.
FAITH
Okay. Here.
She tosses eleven bucks on the table.
FAITH (cont'd)
Get some handwash.
The girls turn to leave, and as Bob watches them go, still
catching his breath, we cut to:
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