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11 INT. PRYOR'S OFFICE - MOMENTS LATER 11
Pryor reaches under his desk and detaches a SILVER METAL
BRIEFCASE from a hidden compartment.
He grabs a long coat off the rack, and heads out his door and
into:
12 INT. WEBB RESEARCHING - HALLWAY. CONTINUOUS. 12
And on to the elevator, past Noa who jumps to attention at
his appearance.
NOA
I'm working! I mean, I was just
taking a break! I mean-
PRYOR
I'll be out for a while, Noa. You
may have to lock up tonight.
Pryor disappears into the elevator doors, leaving a somewhat
dazed Noa.
NOA
Okay, sure...
She ponders on his sudden departure, before shrugging it off
and going back to her magazine.
13 INT. ABANDONED BASEMENT - LATER 13
A rickety old wooden table sits beneath a flickering light.
Upon the table, a tuxedo is neatly spread out. Below the
cuffs rests a black leather glove on each side, likewise
below the legs rest two shiny black shoes.
The door CREAKS open, illuminating the room with a brief
flash of light.
Steps bounce off the walls; a long, tall silhouette tears
across the table.
An elegantly dressed arm reaches outward, the fist clinched
tight. It stops above the neckline of the tuxedo. The hand
drops a set of bloody teeth into place.
The arm withdraws from the table.
Blood drips from the gums over the teeth, soaking in to the
table, leaving a small puddle.
Suddenly, they begin to VIBRATE lightly.
The vibration becomes more intense, the teeth CHATTERING
against each other, spitting blood like a clumpy mist,
covering the white dress shirt resting underneath the elegant
jacket.
The breast of which erupts and deflates in quick, repetitive
bursts as the suit slowly inflates around it.
Gloved fingers twitch and come alive.
The newly born creature sits erect like a Karloff Dracula
might. It resembles the invisible man with the exception of
blood dripping, chattering teeth suspended several inches
above the collar.
A second identical creature steps forward, having birthed its
brother.
Its arm stretches out, containing a long straight razor.
The newborn takes the weapon, and on that chiller we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
FADE IN:
14 INT. SUGARWATER APARTMENT COMPLEX - LATER 14
A determined Pryor storms down the long corridor, stopping in
front of a rather nondescript door and bangs three hard
knocks.
A moment or two and the door pivots open. Pryor juts a foot
in the fresh opening and violently pries it open knocking MR.
RAVEN tumbling back.
PRYOR
Hello, Mr. Raven. Sorry to
interrupt, but it has become
apparent to me that we desperately
need to have a bit of a "sit-down".
Pryor steps across the barrier, entering:
15 INT. THE EPICENTER - CONTINUOUS. 15
The chamber is aglow with energy. A small fleet of Circle
MEMBERS sweep forward; encircling Pryor like vultures, MR.
ROBIN included.
PRYOR
I wish to speak to Mr. Owl. Now.
Mr. Raven, having regained his composure breaches the circle,
coming face to face with Pryor.
MR. RAVEN
I'm afraid Mr. Owl is otherwise
indisposed, Mr. Webb. How may we be
of service?
PRYOR
I wish to speak to Mr. Owl.
RAVEN
I have already told you he is not
available. Please, Mr. Webb, you
really must go.
Pryor eyes the circle, gauging the odds; but also noticing
the expressions they wear upon their faces.
PRYOR
What exactly is going on here?
RAVEN
I'm afraid that is none of your
business, Mr. Webb.
(beat)
I'll tell Mr. Owl you stopped by.
Now, please go.
PRYOR
You're awfully anxious for me to
leave, why is that?
RAVEN
At the risk of sounding redundant,
you did interrupt us, Mr. Webb.
PRYOR
You're right. This is getting
redundant.
Pryor SMASHES the silver briefcase in his hand into Raven's
long crook nose, sending him to the ground.
Mr. Swallow rushes Pryor along with three others trailing at
his side.
Pryor spins, deflecting their advances but dropping the
silver case. Everyone stops.
SWALLOW
And just what is in the case, Mr.
Webb?
Swallow takes the case, his eyes hardly leaving Pryor's. The
latches flip upward, the case opens revealing nothing.
Pryor pulls two SILVER HANDGUNS out of his pockets, taking
aim at Swallow's freckled forehead.
PRYOR
Surprise.
One shot is all it takes to put Swallow down. The other
members shift and distort, swarming like banshees around him.
Pryor spreads his arms taking aim at two separate targets.
He moves with them, spinning in place.
16 INT. WEBB RESEARCHING - LATER 16
Noa tosses her magazine aside and paces the hall to Pryor's
office. She's incredibly fidgety; biting her lip and fiddling
with her hands.
She raises her shoulder and marches to Pryor's door.
17 INT. PRYOR'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS. 17
A curious Noa enters as discreet as she's able.
She searches Pryor's desk; flips through some papers, checks
a few drawers and checks his shelves. Nothing.
She plops into his chair. She walks the chair, spinning it in
circles, no idea what to do next.
She stops and lets the chair coast, finishing its rotation,
when she spies Pryor's ANSWERING MACHINE.
Meanwhile, over in:
18 INT. WEBB RESEARCHING - THE SLAB. CONTINUOUS. 18
Faith is taking notes on some samples that are lined up
before her. Behind her, on the slab from which the room takes
its name, rests the body of a furry humanoid DEMON.
It GARBLES and chokes on a lime green fluid seeping from its
mouth. Faith spins around.
FAITH
(weary)
Not again...
She sprints over to it, pulling a machine with a large blue
canister and plastic line of tubing with her.
FAITH (cont'd)
(to creature)
You're dead, act it!
She slips the tubing down the creature's throat and turns a
knob on the canister. It immediately begins sucking the gunk
from the creature's throat.
Faith grabs some paper towels and wipes the gunk off the
creature's chin and chest.
GABRIEL (O.S.)
Grocken?
Faith barely bothers to crane her head back to see GABRIEL.
She manages to cover being pleased to see him pretty well.
FAITH
What it says on the tag.
GABRIEL
Yeah, that's where I read it from.
She tosses the towels in the trash.
FAITH
I feel it's my duty to tell you
that you're starting to get
seriously stalker-y.
Faith goes back to taking notes.
FAITH (cont'd)
My apartment is one thing, but I
work here, and I have a hard enough
time concentrating as is.
GABRIEL
Something on your mind?
She flashes a smile to Gabe.
FAITH
Wouldn't you like to know.
(then)
You'll be glad to hear I'm staying
in New York a bit longer. You know
why?
GABRIEL
Haven't the faintest.
FAITH
I decided I want to know what the
hell you are, and what kind of game
you're playing.
Faith steps up and goes nose to nose.
FAITH (cont'd)
Feel free to spill at any time.
GABRIEL
(grins)
We've both got our secrets, Faith.
FAITH
I hope that's not a threat!
GABRIEL
Hardly. It's an appeal.
(steps back)
You've got your reasons, as I've
got mine.
FAITH
The difference being, you seem to
know mine.
GABRIEL
Yeah, sorry, but that's just a by
product of the ones I keep.
FAITH
You could always even the odds
between us a little.
GABRIEL
No, I really can't.
FAITH
Alright, whatever. You here for a
reason? Anything cryptic you're
here to tell me? Something that
won't make sense till after the
fact?
Gabe looks away from her. His expression darkens.
GABRIEL
You're going to lose one.
Faith's look immediately darkens, as we cut to:
19 EXT. CRIME SCENE - MOMENTS LATER 19
A skeleton crew remains, guarding the perimeter of the police
line from civilians. Quinn holds a clipboard in his hand,
filling in a few notes.
The Random Officer arrives with a coffee.
QUINN
(taking coffee)
Thanks.
Quinn hands a clipboard to the Random.
QUINN(cont'd)
That should be the big stuff. Get
that over to Barclay, asap.
RANDOM
On my way now, Detective!
The Random dashes off.
Quinn checks his watch then walks past the police line and
across the street, getting into:
20 INT. QUINN'S CAR. CONTINUOUS. 20
He crashes into the comfort of his seat. Puts the key in the
ignition, and with a couple sputters the engine roars to
life.
He starts to shift into gear when he notices a LARGE YELLOW
ENVELOPE in the passenger's seat.
Quinn checks his back seat and looks out his window to see if
anybody is watching him. He sees nothing.
He takes the envelope in hand and tears the edge open,
emptying the contents: X-RAYS of a human skull.
A small tag attached, reads: QUINN, JON.
He carefully slides them back into the envelope and lays it
next to him.
He gets lost in thought for a moment, then shifts into gear
and pulls out onto the street.
21 INT. WEBB RESEARCHING - THE SLAB. CONTINUOUS. 21
Faith paces before Gabriel.
FAITH
A hand? An eye? A Foot? What? What
am I going to lose one of?
Gabriel remains silent.
FAITH (cont'd)
Oh, no, no, no. Don't give me that
look. You had better not be talking
about what I think you're talking
about, or this relationship of ours
is about to get real messy.
NOA (O.S.)
Faith!
FAITH
Noa?
Faith turns round, heading outside and into:
22 INT. WEBB RESEARCHING - HALLWAY. CONTINUOUS. 22
Faith leaves the room, practically running into Noa in the
hall. She registers Noa's panicked expression.
FAITH
What's wrong?
NOA
It's Pryor! Something's seriously
wrong!
Faith opens her mouth to reply, but before she gets any words
out, the power to the building cuts out. It goes dark.
Soft CHATTERING fills the hall.
FAITH
(wary)
Noa, get behind me.
Noa steps closer to Faith.
23 INT. THE EPICENTER - CONTINUOUS 23
The room is littered with black lumps strewn about like
garbage bags. Each one bleeds a trail of dark blood. A group
of four stand huddled around the defeated Pryor.
Mr. Raven's BLACK BOOT presses hard on Pryor's throat, his
face cut and bloody.
RAVEN
I believe you have done more than
enough damage for one lifetime, Mr.
Webb. It ends here.
As Pryor glares defiantly back up at Raven, we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
24 INT. THE EPICENTER - CONTINUOUS 24
Pryor gasps for air as Raven's boot presses harder into his
throat.
RAVEN
Mr. Robin, please check Mr. Webb's
pockets for the sphere.
Mr. Robin complies, digging through Pryor's clothing.
MR. ROBIN
It doesn't seem to be on his
person.
RAVEN
Even better.
Pryor chortles and rasps.
RAVEN (cont'd)
You have something you'd like to
add, Mr. Webb?
Raven lets his boot off Pryor, who immediately sucks in air;
choking himself.
Pryor emits a low raspy whisper that is inaudible. Raven
leans down to him.
RAVEN (cont'd)
What is it, Mr. Webb?
PRYOR
(raspy)
You idiot. You really think I'd
come here without an ace?
Before Raven can react, Pryor tugs on his cufflink,
triggering the sliver briefcase to EXPLODE, blasting everyone
to the ground.
Pryor forces himself back to his feet, grabs one of his
handguns from the ground and shoves it in Raven's neck.
PRYOR(cont'd)
Now. I think it's important you
answer my questions to the best of
your ability. I'm not one for
torture, but I am certainly not
above it.
Raven nods.
Pryor removes the gun from his neck. Then lands a hard PUNCH
square in Raven's face, breaking his nose.
PRYOR (cont'd)
Just so we understand each other.
I've just lost my oldest and
dearest friend tonight. I believe
it imperative you understand the
gravity of the situation you now
find yourself in.
Pryor removes a rag from his pocket and cleans the blood off
his fist, still keeping his gun trained on Raven.
Another member of the circle starts to wake up. Without
looking, Pryor aims his gun behind him and EXPLODES the
member's head with a single shot.
PRYOR (cont'd)
No interruptions.
His gun trained back on Raven.
PRYOR (cont'd)
Why did Mr. Owl have Brill released
from the asylum?
RAVEN
I don't know-
PRYOR
Stop and think if that's really the
answer you want to give. I had
called to schedule my annual visit.
I received a message later than Mr.
Owl had signed him out. Not twenty
minutes later, I saw his corpse on
my television. Why did you kill
him?
RAVEN
We didn't. You did, when you
brought him here seeking our aid in
your schemes of petty revenge. You
signed both your own death warrants
when you were branded with our
signature.
PRYOR
(frowns)
But that was nearly twenty years
ago. Why kill us now?
RAVEN
Your research in demonology allowed
us a readily accessible means to
dispose of evidence of our
activities. And, again, we didn't
kill Brill.
PRYOR
Who did?
RAVEN
The same man who is going to kill
you. A warlock. Name of Silas
Murdock.
PRYOR
Why?
RAVEN
That's the best bit. He believes
you're the leaders of the Circle.
PRYOR
And why would he think that?
RAVEN
The mark on your wrist is the sigil
of our leaders. The sphere we gave
you and the toxin we injected into
Brill's bloodstream act as cloaking
agents for the Second Circle's
power signature.
PRYOR
You were using us as decoys...
(then)
How do I stop Murdock?
RANDOM
Ha! You can't. However, Mr. Owl and
Mr. Sparrow, along with two of our
best assassins, are more than
likely sending that old bastard to
his grave as we speak.
PRYOR
So, it's already over?
RAVEN
Hardly. Murdock's old. He doesn't
have the power to take out our
leaders himself. He sent his own
assassins who are, by design,
attracted to our own specific power
signature.
We had to wait for him to make his
move before we could get a beat on
his location.
PRYOR
So there is something out there
still hunting me?
RAVEN
No. Not hunting you. The mark on
your wrist is only the identifier,
they are drawn to the power
signature of the sphere. Wherever
it is, the assassins will most
assuredly be as well.
PRYOR
(pales)
My god, it's back at the lab...
Faith! Noa!
We cut from Pryor's shocked expression to:
25 INT. WEBB RESEARCHING - CONTINUOUS 25
Faith leads Noa down the corridor. They stop outside the
Slab, and Faith peeks a look inside.
FAITH
Gabe?
(off Noa's look)
I had company. Guess he bailed.
(to herself)
Big surprise.
NOA
Probably the smart move.
FAITH
At least the back up generators are
on. Not much for light, but it'll
do 'till we get the lights working
again.
They continue on through the hall, the chattering sound, once
faint, growing steadily louder.
As they reach the end of the hall, the elevator door opens,
revealing a CHATTERING ASSASSIN.
Faith quickly ushers a wide-eyed Noa behind her as the
Assassin steps forward, revealing his long razor.
Faith fires a punch toward the Assassin, but its reflexes are
surprisingly swift, and it catches her by the wrist.
She struggles to regain control, but can't.
The Assassin turns her arm over and then SLASHES it open -
just missing her vein.
NOA
(shocked)
Faith!
Faith HOWLS in pain. Clutching her arm, she fires a kick off
but the Assassin simply deflects it, knocking her off her
balance.
The Assassin grabs her by her hair, tilts her head to the
side, exposing her neck and prepares to slash again.
FAITH
(to Noa)
Run!
Noa hesitates, but only for a second, and takes off down the
hall.
Faith tries to sweep the Assassin's leg out from under it,
but its rooted solidly in place.
The Assassin SLASHES, but Faith jerks away letting out a
shrill CRY as she leaves a clump of hair in the Assassin's
hand.
Faith manages a safe distance before turning to stand her
ground. She clutches her arm, a thick trail of blood running
down it. She just took a bad cut.
The Assassin takes a step forward.
Faith's eyes scan her attacker, looking for a weakness to
exploit. Finding none, she turns and runs.
26 INT. THE EPICENTER - CONTINUOUS 26
Pryor SMASHES his gun against Raven's head, tearing the skin.
PRYOR
What are the assassins? Tell me
everything. Now.
Raven hacks and coughs, starting to slip out of
consciousness. Pryor sticks his thumb on the recently induced
head wound, pressing hard.
PRYOR (cont'd)
No, no. You're not going anywhere
yet.
Raven SCREAMS in agony.
PRYOR (cont'd)
Talk.
RAVEN
Aurebellos! That's what Murdock
summoned! A demon troika. Three
separate entities, governed by one
Omniscient lifeforce. Its nature is
that of ritual, a series of
sacrifices until all three entities
exist on one specific plane.
Murdock summoned the first then it,
in turn, used Mr. Rand's death to
summon the second. Your death will
bring about the third, and the
cycle will be complete.
PRYOR
How does the ritual work?
RAVEN
It is a ritual of bone. Teeth, to
be exact. They take their victim's
teeth and feed upon the fear and
nervous energy of their death,
using it to shock the newborn into
this version of creation.
PRYOR
How do I kill it?
Raven laughs so hard he spits up blood.
RAVEN
You don't, you fool! They cannot be
harmed or destroyed until the cycle
has been completed. They won't stop
coming until you are dead.
(wicked grin)
And they'll kill everyone in their
way.
PRYOR
Both Owl and Sparrow bear the mark
as well. I'll just let them have
one of them.
RAVEN
To paraphrase, you don't think we
would have an ace up our sleeve in
case of such an event? We've
already taken precautions for if
such a situation were to arise.
Raven starts laughing uncontrollably.
PRYOR
What's so funny?
RAVEN
You, Mr. Webb. You. Your friends
are most assuredly dead by now, by
an enemy that cannot be defeated.
PRYOR
I'll find a way.
RAVEN
Like you did with that Perisiph
demon that tortured you, Mr. Rand
and Mr. Svenson when you were
younger?
PRYOR
What do you know of it?
RAVEN
I know a Perisiph's life cycle is
only one earth year.
Pryor's eyes grow wide.
PRYOR
You're lying. I've studied up on
the creature, read every book on
the-
RAVEN
Books you obtained from where?
Pryor doesn't say a word. He doesn't have to, his eyes do all
the talking.
RAVEN (cont'd)
That's right, Mr. Webb, your
friends are all dead now. You have
nothing left worth fighting for.
Just surrender to destiny; be on
your merry way to hell.
Pryor empties both weapons into Mr. Raven.
PRYOR
After you.
He reloads his weapons and walks around the devastation of
his bomb's attack and puts a bullet into any member of the
Circle that still has a pulse.
27 INT. ABANDONED FACTORY - CONTINUOUS 27
Detective Sing smokes a cigarette, perched up against a
column.
A loud BUZZING HUM disrupts the silence. The form of a WOMAN
bleeds into existence.
She stands looking like a post apocalyptic guerilla soldier
from some desolate third world country.
SING
Hello, Thornn. Long time, never
see, eh?
THORNN
What is your progress with the
subject?
Sing tosses the butt of his cigarette to the ground.
SING
Right to business then. Well, he
seems to have a problem with being
jerked around, but he'll get over
it.
THORNN
And the hunt for the rogue slayer?
SING
Not a priority at this point. He's
still too pissed about his old
partner.
THORNN
The Slayer takes priority.
SING
He'll get there. Right now, we have
him burrowing into Webb
Researching.
THORNN
That is not his mission.
SING
Hey, not my call. This came from
much higher up than either of us.
(off her look)
It won't interfere with him finding
the Slayer. It's just going to be a
while before he's in to it, and our
boy's shining at what he does best.
THORNN
You'll have to do your best to re
attract his interest in the Slayer.
SING
And how do you propose I do that?
THORNN makes a sudden striking motion, jabbing a WOODEN STAKE
into Sing's heart. His body plummets to the ground.
THORNN
Did you really need to ask?
His mouth motions, but no sound escapes. His eyes glass over,
and we cut from his unblinking stare to:
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