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                                       TEASER

                                                               FADE IN:

         1     INT. CRAWFORD'S SHOPPING MALL. EVENING.                  1

               Inside a fairly low-budget mall as the sun sets outside,
               visible through the dirty glass ceiling of the wide, two
               tiered floor we're in.

               A last few stragglers are winding through the mall, past shop
               fronts as the bored-looking assistants pull down the shutters
               and start to lock up for the night.

               Walking quickly through the scene is NOA, a point of light in
               this otherwise dark setting, her long blonde hair bouncing as
               she makes her way out.

               She casts an eye round at the closing shops, then down at her
               own shopping bags with a satisfied smile - whatever she
               needed to do tonight, she's done it.

               Noa turns a corner and disappears from view, leaving us in
               the deserted mall's main square for a moment.

               A last few outlets remain open, but none of them are any
               interest to FULBER, a portly, middle-aged man, two heavy
               looking bags of goods in either hand as he huffs and puffs
               her way along.

               He glances up as soft chimes sound from the PA system,
               marking an announcement.

                                   PA
                             (filtered)
                         The mall is now closing, would all
                         customers please make their way to
                         the nearest exit. Thank you, and
                         good evening.

               Fulber tries to double his efforts, spotting a ramp that
               leads into the multi-storey car park next door and making a
               beeline for it.

         2     INT. CRAWFORD'S MALL - CAR PARK. EVENING.                2

               Fulber heads into one floor of the nearly empty car park,
               bathed in a sickly yellow glow from the cheap neon lights
               dotted around.

               As another car sweeps down towards the exit ramp and out of
               view, Fulber pauses to rest his bags on the floor, patting
               his coat pocket and retrieving a crumpled packet of
               cigarettes.

               He lights one and takes a deep, grateful drag from it,
               closing his eyes and psyching herself up for the walk to his
               car.

               He leaves the cigarette hanging from his lips as he reaches
               and picks up his bags again, starting to walk towards us.

               He's soon over by his car, a bog standard stationwagon, its
               colour halfway between beige and dull brown.

               Fulber lays the bags down again and tries to find his keys,
               eventually producing them from his pocket with a rattle, but
               then fumbling and dropping them as he tries to open the
               driver's side door.

                                   FULBER
                             (mutters)
                         Damn it!

               He reaches down for the keys, with a little difficulty, and
               sees that they're perched on top of a drain, balancing
               precariously.

               Fulber reaches out a cautious hand, but as soon as his
               fingers brush the keys, they drop down the drain, out of
               sight.

               Fulber closes his eyes and sighs, then shuffles forward,
               almost on all fours as he peers down into the drain.

               Looking through the slits of the drain, we can see that there
               is a basement level just below us, and the keys have landed
               out in the open, easy to find again.

               Fulber stands, looks from side to side and then starts
               towards a staircase leading down.

         3     INT. CRAWFORD'S MALL - BASEMENT. EVENING.                3

               Fulber pushes open a bright yellow exit door with a CREAK,
               glancing round as he steps into the basement level of the car
               park.

               A flickering light BUZZES nearby, showing us that this part
               of the car park is home only to empty boxes and trolleys from
               the shops above us, as well as a few employee's cars.

               Fulber walks onward, trying to work out where his keys
               landed.

               He doesn't see whoever's watching him from the shadows, well
               hidden in the dimly lit basement. Someone, breathing gruffly,
               is watching the hapless shopper intently.

               As Fulber rounds a pillar, out of sight, his observer HUFFS
               impatiently, and ducks to the side, back into the darkness.

               Back with Fulber, his only company in the basement being the
               rattling sounds of a distant generator and the flickering of
               the lights.

               Fulber spots something glinting and hustles towards it.

               Success - it's his car keys. He quickly scoops them up,
               tucking them back into his pocket with a triumphant grin.

               Suddenly, he hears something GRUNT from somewhere behind him,
               and he whips round, suddenly tense.

               Fulber scans the basement - nothing in sight, or at least
               nothing living.

                                   FULBER
                             (calls out)
                         Hello? Is someone there?

               Silence. Fulber waits a beat, then starts to head back to the
               exit - but a little quicker this time.

               He gets to the yellow door and opens it, throwing one last
               glance round his shoulder as something RATTLES in the
               distance. With a suitably freaked look, he's gone.

         4     INT. CRAWFORD'S MALL - CAR PARK. EVENING.                4

               Fulber dashes back over to his car, red-cheeked from the run,
               and brings the keys back out to finally get into his car.

               And, of course, he drops them - again.

               Muttering a curse under his breath, Fulber leans down to pick
               them up.

               Looking out at him from beneath his car, Fulber concentrates
               on stretching out to rescue his keys - and doesn't spot the
               large pair of FEET that step calmly into frame behind him.

               Whoever these feet belong to, they either don't believe in
               washing much or have dark, almost scaly skin - and long, jet
               black toenails as well.

               Fulber finally stands, and whoever's stood behind him is
               silhouetted before one of the car park's lights. We can't
               make out a face, just that whoever it is is big.

               Fulber opens the car door - then double takes as he notices
               the reflection of whoever's behind him in the driver's side
               door mirror.

               Trembling, he slowly turns to face us - and as his new
               neighbour GROWLS, Fulber throws his hands up and SCREAMS in
               fear, trying to protect himself, and from that we:

                                                             BLACK OUT:



                                    END OF TEASER
                                       ACT ONE

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         5     INT. FAITH'S APARTMENT. MORNING.                         5

               The sun rises on another day in New York, its ray filtering
               across the city's busy skyline and into the apartment of
               FAITH - who, as a contrast, sits huddled up on the sofa, her
               jacket wrapped round her.

               From the looks of her straggly hair and darkly-rimmed eyes,
               she's been here a while. She stares at the TV set, which is
               on but with the sound muted, some mass-produced reality show
               busy doing its bit to rot her brain.

               Goliath, Faith's cat, MEOWS as he pads into frame, looking up
               at his mistress and wondering when the heck breakfast is
               going to be served.

               Faith reaches out a hand absently, which Goliath sniffs and
               then rubs his head against in greeting.

                                   FAITH
                         Sorry, cat. Mom doesn't feel like
                         getting up just yet.

               Faith winces and presses a hand to her forehead - and
               suddenly we realise that she's nursing a nasty hangover.

               As a ray of sunlight falls on her, she squints against it and
               finally gets up, marching over to the window and pulling the
               blinds down with a decisive FWIP.

               Faith SIGHS, finally free to nurse her aching head in peace
               and quiet - when there is a KNOCK at her apartment door.

               With a dark look, she wanders over and flips open the
               deadbolts, opening it up.

               Standing in the doorway, beaming back at Faith, is Noa, who
               holds up a brown paper bag.

                                   NOA
                         Bagels!

                                   FAITH
                             (blinks)
                         Huh?

               Noa steps past Faith and into the apartment, and Faith pushes
               the door shut, the look on her face telling us she'd rather
               be very much alone to suffer right now.

                                   NOA
                         I was trying to think of what to
                         have for breakfast this morning,
                         and I thought 'well, what haven't
                         we had for ages? ' and then I was
                         going 'french toast? No, had that
                         two weeks ago. Oo, coffee! Naah,
                         too cliched.' But then,  thought-

                                   FAITH
                         Noa, look, I don't want to sound
                         rude or anything, but-

                                   NOA
                         Oh, it's cool, I figured you might
                         not like bagels, so I got us some
                         plain old toasted bread too.
                         There's this great little guy makes
                         the stuff, sits basically on your
                         doorstep - how come you never went
                         to him before?

                                   FAITH
                             (lost)
                         What guy?

                                   NOA
                         The little guy, you know! German.
                         Bad teeth. Looks like he could use
                         a haircut.

               Faith shrugs, not any clearer, and Noa sighs.

                                   NOA (cont'd)
                         Always calls every girl who walks
                         past 'schlampe' or something.

                                   FAITH
                             (snaps fingers)
                         Yeah, got him.
                             (beat)
                         Wait, he makes bagels? I thought he
                         just yelled stuff at people.

               Noa shrugs and heads for the kitchen, busily fetching down
               two plates and filling up the kettle as Faith returns to the
               sanctuary of the sofa.

                                   NOA
                         So anyway, where've you been
                         getting to the past few nights,
                         Little Miss Night Prowler? Pryor
                         keeps calling round here to see if
                         you were okay after... you know,
                         all that happened.

               Faith thinks - and then remembers all to well. After losing
               Vi to the kidnappers, and then her disastrous encounters with
               Gabe and Quinn, she's had a lot of reasons to go missing for
               a few nights herself.

                                   FAITH
                             (evasive)
                         Nothing much, you know. Went out,
                         got wasted, came back. Pryor
                         probably just missed me.

               Noa glances over from the kitchen area, a knowing grin on her
               lips. She knows how Faith speaks in code by now.

                                   NOA
                         'Just missed me'? Now if that
                         doesn't say 'I was out all night,'
                         then my name isn't Noa!

               Faith shuffles further down on the sofa, pulling the jacket
               over her head as Noa heads back into the front room, a plate
               of fresh bagels in each hand.

                                   NOA (cont'd)
                         Hey! Come on, don't bail out on me
                         now. We've got a lot to do today,
                         remember?

                                   FAITH
                             (still under her jacket)
                         We do?

                                   NOA
                         Yeah, that thing Pryor wanted us to
                         go help him work on? Collecting
                         samples for those new anti-demon
                         stun grenade thingies?

               Faith drags the jacket away and throws Noa a disgruntled
               look.

                                   FAITH
                         Oh, yeah. That.

                                   NOA
                         So! Here. Eat.

               Noa hands Faith one plate of bagels, but Faith doesn't look
               like her stomach's too hot on the whole eating thing,
               especially this close to a bad hangover.

                                   FAITH
                             (pushes it away)
                         I'm not-

                                   NOA
                             (pushes it back)
                         Yes, you are.

               Noa's determined look finally makes Faith give in, so she
               scoops up one of the bagels and starts eating.

               After a few bites, she realises that it's actually pretty
               good, and looks over to Noa, who is flicking through the TV
               channels.

                                   FAITH
                         Hey, these aren't bad.

                                   NOA
                         I know. Someone's gotta make sure
                         you eat properly, right?

               Faith rolls her eyes and manages to sit up, holding a chunk
               of bagel out for Goliath to sniff.

                                   FAITH
                             (sarcastic)
                         Yeah, thanks, mom.

                                   NOA
                             (chuckles)
                         I'm sure your real mom wouldn't
                         want to see you looking like death
                         on what is otherwise a bright,
                         sunshiney day!

                                   FAITH
                             (shrugs)
                         Wouldn't know. She's dead.

               Noa blinks, but Faith just carries on eating. It's not like
               that's a new thought to her.

                                   NOA
                         Oh, I-I'm... I'm sorry, I-

                                   FAITH
                         Don't be. We didn't get on. Long
                         story.

               Faith puts her plate down and heads over to the kitchen as we
               hear the kettle boiling off screen.

               Noa watches her go, at a sudden loss for words.

                                   FAITH (O.S.) (cont'd)
                         D'ya bring any coffee at least?

                                   NOA
                             (snaps out of it)
                         Uh, yeah, there's a jar in the bag
                         I brought over.

                                   FAITH (O.S.)
                         Cool.

               We hear coffee-making sounds from the kitchen as Noa blinks
               again, trying to process that new fact about Faith.

               We cut from her to:

         6     EXT. NY CITY STREET. MORNING.                            6

               Noa and a now more-presentable looking Faith stroll through
               the morning crowds, heading towards the part of town that
               houses Pryor's lab.

               Noa keeps glancing at Faith as though she wants to say
               something, and eventually Faith just stares back at her.

                                   FAITH
                         What?

                                   NOA
                         How did it happen?

                                   FAITH
                         How did what happen?

                                   NOA
                         Your mom, I mean. How did she die?

                                   FAITH
                         Long time ago. Before I became a
                         Slayer, back when we were still
                         living in a trailer in the part of
                         Boston that even the bad part of
                         town didn't go down.

               Noa watches intently as Faith continues her story.

                                   FAITH (cont'd)
                         We were always fighting, mainly
                         over my dad - he bailed on us when
                         I was little, and I guess I did the
                         classic thing and blamed my mom for
                         it every day. Never occurred to me
                         that he might have got a bit
                         freaked out by his six-year-old
                         daughter being tough enough to
                         bench press eighty pounds.

                                   NOA
                             (impressed)
                         Wow! You could do that?

                                   FAITH
                         Part of being a Slayer. Before you
                         get called or whatever, you're
                         still tougher than most, you just
                         don't get the shiny badge and
                         uniform 'till the girl before you
                         bites it. 

               They turn into an alley, almost at the lab.

         7     EXT. ALLEYWAY/WEBB RESEARCHING. MORNING.                 7

               The girls approach the front door of the lab, tucked away
               down the alley wall.

                                   NOA
                         I had no idea it was all so...

                                   FAITH
                         All so what?

                                   NOA
                         Complicated.

                                   FAITH
                             (grins)
                         You get used to it.

               She opens the door and steps inside.

         8     INT. LAB - EXAM ROOM. MORNING.                           8

               The girls head into the main part of the lab, seeing PRYOR
               sat behind his desk, flicking through a paper and staring
               intently at the pages.

                                   FAITH
                         Jeez, Pryor, I know we're late, but
                         no need to go checking the
                         obituaries for us!

               Pryor glances up and nods when he sees them. Faith shrugs off
               her jacket and sits near him, eyeing him for a beat.

                                   FAITH (cont'd)
                         What's up, Pryor? No 'good morning,
                         girls?' No 'did anybody remember to
                         feed Morty'?

               In answer, Pryor lays the paper on the desktop and turns it
               round for Faith and Noa to read, tapping his finger on one
               article in particular.

                                   PRYOR
                         Looks like a job for us.

                                   FAITH
                             (reads)
                         'Man found dead in shopping mall
                         car park'?

               Faith studies the article - the accompanying picture shows
               Fulber, sprawled out by the side of his car, but he looks a
               lot older than the last time we saw him - his hair greyed and
               his skin shrivelled and wrinkled.

                                   NOA
                             (reads)
                         'Martin Fulber, from Queens, was
                         found dead by his parked car in the
                         parking area of Crawford's Shopping
                         Mall last night. The police has
                         stated that despite Mr. Fulber's
                         driver's license listing his age as
                         forty-three, his body looked to be
                         almost in its early seventies. They
                         are looking into a possible case of
                         license fraud.'

               Faith sits back, looking at Pryor with a shrug.

                                   FAITH
                         Some old guy drops dead on his way
                         back from the local K-Mart? What's
                         that got to do with us?

                                   PRYOR
                         Did you miss the part about the age
                         discrepancy?

                                   FAITH
                         So he never renewed his license for
                         about thirty years. Big deal.

               Pryor frowns and leans across to his computer, turning the
               screen to face Faith and Noa.

               On it is a diagram of a tall, muscular demon, its figure
               athletic and toned, its skin dark and scaled in places.

                                   PRYOR
                         What you're looking at is an insiro
                         demon. They live for hundreds of
                         years, somehow keeping their bodies
                         in peak physical condition
                         throughout that time.

                                   NOA
                         Demons that don't get old?

                                   PRYOR
                         Exactly. Demonologists such as
                         myself have been speculating on how
                         they get this ability for years,
                         but recent discoveries from live
                         specimens have given us an
                         interesting insight.

                                   NOA
                             (grimaces)
                         Oh God, this is going to be
                         something nasty, isn't it...

                                   PRYOR
                         The insiro injects its victim with
                         a potent cocktail of accelerants
                         and other substances, drawn
                         directly from its own bloodstream,
                         before withdrawing the chemicals
                         again and absorbing them back into
                         its system. This appears to pass
                         over nutrients and other
                         regenerative cells directly into
                         their bodies, in effect replacing
                         dead cells and keeping their bodies
                         from suffering any kind of entropy.

                                   FAITH
                             (beat)
                         Can we get that insight in non-geek
                         speak?

                                   PRYOR
                         They suck the life out of their
                         victims.

                                   FAITH
                         Oh. So, bad, huh?

                                   PRYOR
                         Very bad indeed.

               Pryor taps the newspaper article again.

                                   PRYOR (cont'd)
                         This attack not only has all the
                         classic signs of being an attack by
                         an insiro demon, it also
                         corroborates with similar sightings
                         in the area.

                                   FAITH
                             (nods)
                         We've got a nest.

                                   PRYOR
                         I'd like you and Noa to head out to
                         the mall where the attack happened,
                         look around for clues. Their nest
                         may be in the mall, beneath it, or
                         in the nearby area. I'd appreciate
                         it if you could bring me back some
                         skin or scale samples, too.

                                   FAITH
                         What for? We know these things are
                         the bad guys, why don't we just
                         kill 'em?

               Pryor grins, stands and heads for the row of filing cabinets
               by his desk. He opens the middle drawer, removes a thick file
               and drops it on the desk, leafing through it as he speaks.

                                   PRYOR
                         It's been an assumption... well,
                         more of a theory of mine, really,
                         for some time now, that insiro
                         demon DNA holds the key to curing
                         many of mankind's most
                         indefatigable illnesses.

                                   FAITH
                             (losing track)
                         A little clearer?

                                   PRYOR
                         Think about it - their blood takes
                         human cells and DNA and converts
                         them into substances its own body
                         can use to repair itself. What if
                         there was some way to reverse this
                         process?

                                   NOA
                         Use their blood on humans?

                                   FAITH
                             (catching up)
                         You think there's a way to make
                         them heal us, not the other way
                         round.

                                   PRYOR
                         Well, as I said, it's just a
                         theory, but...
                             (grins)
                         ... yes. I'll give you a little
                         gadget that should be able to
                         detect their unique signatures,
                         it'll help you find any samples
                         they may have, er... deposited.

                                   NOA
                         Say no more, Pryor, we'll bring you
                         all the skin samples we can get our
                         hands on!

                                   FAITH
                             (stands)
                         Yeah, you'll be doing that part.

                                   NOA
                         That's right, I-
                             (blinks)
                         Huh?

               Noa looks to Faith as she heads back over for her jacket.

                                   NOA (cont'd)
                         What are you going to be doing
                         while I'm knee deep in demon
                         shavings, then?

                                   FAITH
                         What I do best.
                             (grins)
                         Killing the bad guys.

               And from Faith's grin, we dissolve to:

         9     EXT. STREET/SIP & SURF INTERNET CAFE. MORNING.           9

               Blackened and abandoned, the burned out shell of the internet
               cafe is still cordoned off by yellow police tape, strips of
               loose tape flapping in the wind to mark the final resting
               place of detective Lehto, Quinn's partner.

               And standing across the street, staring at the burned out
               building as if it'll give him some answers is Detective JON
               QUINN, hands in his pockets and an intense look on his
               features.

               After a few beats he crosses the street and walks up to the
               outside of the cafe, circling it slowly, looking it up and
               down.

               Nothing but brickwork, broken glass and an array of scorched
               tables inside, the neon signs behind the main desk shattered
               and blackened.

                                   QUINN
                             (quietly)
                         Why were you here?

               Quinn glances over his shoulder to make sure nobody's paying
               attention, before discretely lifting up the closest line of
               tape and ducking into the building.

        10     INT. SIP & SURF INTERNET CAFE. MORNING.                 10

               Quinn paces through the mess inside the cafe, trying not to
               disturb anything.

               He pauses as he comes to a chalk outline that highlights
               Lehto's last exit.

               Crouching, he stares down at the outline for a few beats.

                                   QUINN
                         I'll find out who did this to you,
                         man. I owe you that much.

               Quinn looks around, trying to spot something that'll give him
               a clue, something he can work with.

               He hasn't been looking long when his phone RINGS, and he digs
               it out of his jacket pocket.

                                   QUINN (cont'd)
                             (answering)
                         Jon Quinn.

                                   DETECTIVE SING
                             (filtered; through phone)
                         Quinn, where are you? Thought you
                         and I were gonna take advantage of
                         us both being off at the same time
                         and go catch a few beers before the
                         Knicks game?

                                   QUINN
                         I'm afraid I can't today, Sing.
                         I've got a few things to take care
                         of.

               Quinn looks down at he outline again.

                                   QUINN (cont'd)
                         Gotta put a few things to bed. You
                         know how it is.

                                   DETECTIVE SING
                         Okay, Jonny boy, whatever keeps you
                         happy. Don't forget, the Captain
                         just said take a few days off,
                         don't you go disappearing on me
                         too, alright?

                                   QUINN
                             (grins)
                         Wouldn't dream of it. See you
                         around.

               Quinn hangs up, stands, and with a final glance round the
               cafe, starts to head back out.

        11     EXT. STREET/CRAWFORD'S MALL. MORNING.                   11

               We follow Quinn as he walks along a busy part of the city
               centre, head down and hands in his pockets.

               He pauses and looks to his right - he's right outside of
               Crawford's Mall, where he sees two uniformed cops chatting at
               the front door.

               Sensing that there's a crime scene here he can use to take
               his mind off things for a while, he turns and heads towards
               the mall entrance.

               We pan up towards the roof as Quinn walks on - just in time
               to catch a shadowy figure dart across the rooftop!

               Before we have chance to take in what we've seen, we:

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                                   END OF ACT ONE
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