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13 INT. NOA'S APARTMENT. NIGHT. 13
We're looking at the door as there is a KNOCK. Quinn steps
into frame, opening the door to Faith, who blinks in surprise
as she sees him.
FAITH
Did I get the wrong place again?
She registers Quinn's sombre look and quickly steps past him,
scanning the apartment for Noa.
FAITH (cont'd)
Where's Noa?
(calls out)
Noa?
QUINN
She's in her room. Uh, Faith,
there's something you should know,
she-
Faith is already heading for Noa's room.
14 INT. NOA'S APARTMENT - NOA'S ROOM. NEXT. 14
Faith throws the door open, and sees Noa curled up on her
bed. All the lights are out.
FAITH
(concerned)
Noa?
She steps over to the bed, sitting on the edge.
FAITH (cont'd)
What's going on?
NOA
(weepy)
My mom's dead...
Faith lowers her head, then awkwardly reaches out a hand,
placing it gently on Noa's shoulder.
She looks round to see Quinn standing in the doorway.
FAITH
You want to tell me what happened?
QUINN
Her mom was in town, looks like she
got mixed up in a robbery.
Quinn shakes his head, finishing the story. Faith turns back
to Noa, her face full of sympathy.
FAITH
I'm sorry, Noa...
NOA
That's what everyone keeps
saying...
(sniffs)
But it's my fault?
FAITH
Don't be crazy.
Noa turns round, her tear-soaked eyes looking up at Faith.
NOA
It is! I brought it on her - the
last thing I said to her was 'I
never want to see you again!' And
now she's dead! This is all my
fault!
Noa starts to well up again, and as Quinn hurries over, Faith
stands, stepping away from the bed.
Quinn holds Noa for a moment, before exchanging a look with
Faith. We cut from the bedroom, back to:
15 INT. NOA'S APARTMENT. NIGHT. 15
Back in the main living room area, Faith and Quinn sit on
Noa's couch. Neither one knows what to say next.
FAITH
She doesn't deserve this. She's a
good kid, Jon.
QUINN
Believe me, I hear you on that one.
Guess bad things still happen to
good people.
FAITH
You got any leads on who did it?
QUINN
Usual. Surveillance footage,
eyewitness reports. Patrol cars'll
probably pick them up in the next
few hours.
Faith glances back over to Noa's room.
FAITH
That ain't much help for her,
though.
Faith suddenly stands, and Quinn registers the determined
look on her face.
QUINN
Are you going?
FAITH
I'm gonna go see what I can find
out.
QUINN
(shakes head)
Don't get involved, Faith. This
isn't anything to do with demons,
or vampires, or the sort of stuff
you're meant to handle. Let the
police take care of this one.
FAITH
That's not my style, Quinn.
Something needs doing, I go do it.
End of story.
Quinn opens his mouth to protest again, but Faith is already
closing the door after her.
16 INT. APARTMENT BLOCK - CORRIDOR. NIGHT. 16
Faith strides down the corridor, away from Noa's apartment,
not seeing the Hooded Figure step out of the shadows behind
her.
HOODED FIGURE
Going somewhere, Slayer?
In an instant, she spins round, drawing a stake and raising
it, ready for action.
She frowns as the Hooded Figure steps towards her.
FAITH
Depends who's asking.
(eyes him)
What's with the monk schtick? You
run out of gimmicks?
The Hooded Figure draws back his hood, revealing a middle
aged face, framed by long, straggly grey hair. He has
piercing blue eyes, and looks well-built beneath the baggy
outfit.
HOODED FIGURE
My name is Boone. And I have a way
to help your friend.
FAITH
(wary)
I try not to accept favours off
random guys who hang about in dark
corridors these days. A girl can
get a bad rep that way.
BOONE
Noa must be suffering greatly.
FAITH
(narrows eyes)
How do you know her name?
BOONE
I confess, I have been observing
you for some time, and I-
SLAM! Boone is cut off as Faith lunges forward, grabbing him
by the throat and slamming him against the wall.
FAITH
(seethes)
Observe this, Friar Tuck. I've got
a real short fuse tonight, so
unless you give me an excellent
reason not to throw your ass out
the first window I find in the next
five seconds, you get to find out
if there really is a God or not.
BOONE
(unfazed)
I know of an artefact your friend
can use to bring her mother back.
FAITH
(shakes head)
Uh-uh. Too easy. What's the catch?
BOONE
There are two catches. Release me,
and I will tell you.
Faith stares at Boone for a beat, then steps back, releasing
him. Boone rubs his throat.
BOONE (cont'd)
Thank you.
FAITH
Hey, my pleasure.
BOONE
Firstly, the object we need is
guarded, contained inside a small,
pocket dimension that I cannot gain
access to. Secondly, it must be
used within the next few hours, or
we will be unable to restore life
to Noa's mother.
FAITH
What's in it for you?
BOONE
I will keep the artefact after you
have used it.
FAITH
What for?
BOONE
I have my reasons.
Faith eyes Boone for a beat, deciding whether she can trust
him or not.
FAITH
Alright, I'll buy it. But we have
to make a house call first.
BOONE
Whatever you-
Faith GRABS him by the font of his hood and yanks him off
screen, as we cut back into:
17 INT. NOA'S APARTMENT. NIGHT. 17
Boone is thrown unceremoniously down onto the sofa.
Faith glares down at him, Quinn behind her, one arm round a
still fragile-looking Noa.
FAITH
Hit the instant replay on what you
just told me, for the benefit of my
more patient friends here.
BOONE
I know how we can bring your mother
back to life, Noa.
NOA
(confused)
What? But... how?
FAITH
Saint cryptic here says there's
some kind of mystical doohickey we
can use on your mom, but we need to
move fast.
QUINN
(shakes head)
I don't buy it.
FAITH
Me either. But we don't have a
backup plan.
(to Noa)
What do you think?
Noa stares back at Faith, still too overwhelmed to get her
thoughts together.
NOA
I... I don't know, I can't-
BOONE
Please, we must move quickly, or
this will all be for nothing!
NOA
(beat; nods)
Do it.
FAITH
(to Boone)
Congratulations, you got yourself a
deal.
She grabs him again, hauling him to his feet.
FAITH (cont'd)
But just so you know, one sign of
anything tricky, and they're gonna
have to make a new word for the
size of the pieces I'm gonna tear
you into.
BOONE
I have no interest in deceiving you
or your friends, Slayer. I merely
wish to make a mutually beneficial
offer to you.
Faith stares at him, still not a hundred per cent sure about
this, but with a glance at Noa, her mind is made up.
18 EXT. FREEWAY UNDERPASS. NIGHT. 18
We're looking out across a small patch of unused land, lying
beneath the wide-laned freeway running overhead.
Filthy steel girders and arches raise the road above roughly
twenty feet into the air, and there are a few bums scattered
around, standing round roaring fires.
Faith, Boone, Noa and Quinn walk into frame, Faith scanning
the area for any signs of trouble.
FAITH
What am I looking for?
BOONE
It cannot be seen by normal means.
Follow me.
Boone heads forward, down a grassy slope and onwards, beneath
the freeway.
Faith and Quinn follow, Quinn helping Noa down the slope as
he hangs back to whisper to Faith.
QUINN
Are you sure about this?
FAITH
Some crazy-looking dude shows up,
tells me he can bring Noa's dead
mom back to life? 'Course I'm not
sure. But it's not like we have
anything left to lose.
(glances at Noa)
And I can't let her go through this
if she doesn't have to.
Noa looks lost, her arms wrapped round herself as she shivers
in the chill evening wind.
Boone is standing by a heap of decaying crates and boxes,
rubbing a hand against the graffiti-stained girders around
him. Faith watches, frowning.
FAITH (cont'd)
Still not seeing any 'dimension' so
far, Boone.
BOONE
Be patient. It is a small tear in
this realm's fabric, well hidden
for good reason.
FAITH
What am I looking for when I go in
there?
Boone doesn't answer as he locates what he was after.
Grinning, he reaches out with his hands, almost as though he
was about to open a pair of curtains, and as he throws his
arms to either side, the scene is filled with BLUE LIGHT.
Boone has opened up some kind of gateway, a window out of
thin air filled with swirling blue light and energy.
He turns to Faith, nodding.
BOONE
This is the way in. This will
transport you to the pocket
dimension. The object you seek is
called a nilsson, it is a small,
shaped like a soccer ball, and it
is white, with glowing red-
FAITH
Yeah, yeah, I get it. What am I
looking at in terms of bad guys?
BOONE
A few guards, nothing more.
FAITH
Heard that before...
BOONE
My magical abilities prevent me
from entering myself, or I would
join you to help.
FAITH
I brought help with me.
Faith draws a stake, spinning it round in her hand.
Quinn squints, trying to make out what it is Faith is
carrying, but luckily for her it's too dark now for him to
see the stake.
Faith walks up to the gateway, then with a last glance to Noa
LEAPS through it - at which it promptly CLOSES.
Alarmed, Quinn hurries over, drawing his gun and aiming it
straight at Boone.
QUINN
What's going on here? Where did she
go?
BOONE
(raises hands)
The gateway will open when she is
ready to return, there is no cause
for alarm.
Quinn stares at him for a beat, then lowers his gun. He turns
and looks at Noa, who manages a half-hearted smile.
When Quinn's back is turned, Boone grins to himself - and as
his smirk becomes much more sinister, we cut to:
19 INT. POCKET DIMENSION. NIGHT. 19
We're inside a long, twisting corridor, littered with rubble,
a faded carpet lining the floor as the blue gateway opens in
mid-air with a POP, and Faith sails through it.
She regains her balance as her feet hit the ground, before
the gateway closes again behind her.
She looks round, taking in her bearings - the corridor looks
like part of an abandoned castle, with empty picture frames
hanging on the walls, and dozens of doors lining both sides
of the corridor.
Her stake still at the ready, Faith starts to pace forward,
her senses alert.
She tenses as she hears a door OPEN behind her.
Faith whips round to see two GUARDS, hunched, demonic figures
in full armour and carrying long spears, step out of one of
the many doorways.
They see her and point, starting to shuffle towards her.
Faith allows herself a grin.
FAITH
Just a few guards, huh? Piece of
cake.
But as if to answer her, we suddenly hear another door open -
and another, and another - dozens more, in fact, and as Faith
turns round, her heart sinks as she sees that the previously
deserted corridor is now filled with many, many more of the
armoured demons.
Close on Faith as she SIGHS.
FAITH (cont'd)
Aw, crap.
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
20 EXT. FREEWAY UNDERPASS. NIGHT. 20
Noa is sitting on top of one of the empty crates, watching
Quinn as he paces up and down. Quinn throws glances over to
the location of the gateway every few seconds, where Boone
patiently stands and waits.
QUINN
Shouldn't she be back by now?
BOONE
Have patience.
QUINN
That's all you keep saying! Don't
you have any way of finding out if
she's okay in there, or-
BOONE
I have told you, my magic cannot
penetrate the dimension.
QUINN
Well, if that's the case, how did
your object, your nilsson or
whatever it was called, get lost in
there?
BOONE
It was stolen from me. I am a
warlock who deals in life an death
by trade, attempting to help
maintain the balance.
QUINN
What 'balance'?
BOONE
(grins)
I'm afraid it is too complex a
concept for your mind to conceive.
QUINN
(defiant)
Try me.
Boone just smiles back at Quinn, who is distracted as Noa
calls out to him. With a last suspicious glance at Boone, he
heads back over to her.
QUINN (cont'd)
What is it?
NOA
Jon, I know you're just worried,
but please, just wait a little
longer. Faith'll be okay.
QUINN
I don't trust that guy.
NOA
I don't even know why we're out
here - my body hasn't even managed
to process the fact that my
mom's...
(trails off)
Look, today's just been full
strength crazy from start to
finish, so let's just take a little
bit of downtime where we can get
it, okay?
Quinn looks at her for a beat, then nods, taking her hands in
his own and squeezing.
As she manages a small smile back at him, we cut to:
21 INT. POCKET DIMENSION. NIGHT. 21
Faith is up to her elbows in the guards, swinging punches and
kicks in all directions as she tries to fight her way
forwards.
Grabbing the spear of one and using it to swing him round
into a group more, she clears enough of a path to race
forward - and she finally spots what she's here for.
Up ahead, at the end of the long, ramshackle corridor she's
in, is a small pedestal, on top of which sits the nilsson, a
small, soccer ball shaped object, just how Boone had
described it.
FAITH
(grins)
Paydirt.
She sprints forward, dodging past a few stray spears as more
guards step out into the corridor after her.
She reaches the pedestal in a few beats, snatching the
nilsson up and turning back round.
The corridor is literally filled with the armoured demon
guards now, swarming towards her.
FAITH (cont'd)
(mutters)
Okay, looks like this is gonna get
pretty intense...
Faith is suddenly bathed in BLUE LIGHT from somewhere to her
left, and she glances across to see that a second GATEWAY has
opened up for her!
She turns and throws a grin back to the demons as they charge
towards her.
FAITH (cont'd)
Sorry, boys. Gotta run.
Faith dashes towards the Gateway and LEAPS through it,
disappearing from view just as a hail of SPEARS slam into the
walls around where she was standing.
The Gateway quickly closes back up, and we cut back to:
22 EXT. FREEWAY UNDERPASS. NIGHT. 22
With a POP, a smaller gateway window opens, depositing Faith
back on the ground with a THUD.
Quinn and Noa hurry over as she picks herself back up, the
cuts and scratches all over her showing signs of the fight
she was just in.
NOA
Faith! Are you alright?
Faith nods as Quinn helps her to her feet.
FAITH
Yeah. Sorry I took so long, had
some company.
BOONE (O.S.)
And you have retrieved the nilsson!
Excellent.
Faith turns as Boone steps into frame, his greedy eyes on the
nilsson in Faith's hands.
Faith looks down at it, glaring back up at Boone before
THROWING it to him, and he catches it in both hands.
FAITH
There's your gizmo, Boone.
BOONE
Tha-
WHACK! Faith floors Boone with one solid punch.
NOA
(shocked)
Oh, my God! Faith, what are you
doing?
Faith steps over to the stunned Boone and drags him back to
his feet, seething with rage.
FAITH
'A few guards'? You lyin' sack of-
BOONE
Please! I had no way of knowing if
they had increased their forces
since I was last able to gain
access!
Faith narrows her eyes, glaring at Boone for a beat, but she
eventually releases him.
FAITH
Alright. Because you said you could
help Noa, I'll let that one slip.
But don't you ever pull anything
like that on me again.
Boone nods, looking at the nilsson and then to Noa.
BOONE
Come with me. We do not have much
time left if we are to resurrect
your mother.
Noa glances at Faith, as if looking for permission.
FAITH
Go. Your loverboy here can help you
out.
NOA
Where are you going?
FAITH
I'm gonna try and find Gabriel. I
get the feeling there's something
else I can get him to tell me
tonight.
And we cut from Faith's determined look to:
23 EXT. NY STREET. NIGHT. 23
Worn out by her fight, Faith heads along a quiet part of
town, approaching one of the city's freeway bridges.
She hears some sort of commotion up ahead and looks over.
Further on, towards the bridge itself, she can see the blue
and red flashing lights of a large collection of police cars,
and with a curious frown she heads over.
24 EXT. BRIDGE. NIGHT. 24
The bridge itself is sectioned off by a line of squad cars at
either end, traffic backed up for half a mile as a result.
Faith pushes her way through the crowd of onlookers to get
closer to the barricades, calling out to get the attention of
the nearest cop, OFFICER HOWARD.
FAITH
What's going on?
HOWARD
Some crazy hijacked one of the late
buses, drove it the wrong way
straight down the bridge. Knocked a
bunch of cars out of his way, then
lost control.
Faith peers further down the bridge - and her eyes widen as
she sees the long, silver city bus, teetering halfway over
the edge of the bridge!
There's a long drop down to the river below, and the concrete
and steel of the bridge GROANS as it tries to keep the bus'
weight up.
FAITH
Is anyone still on the bus?
HOWARD
We're not sure. Maybe. Till then,
nobody gets onto this bridge, so
I'm sorry, ma'am, but you're gonna
have to find another way round.
Faith nods and steps away, using the crowd to disappear from
view.
When she's sure she's out of sight, she starts to sneak
forward, using the assembled parked cars and pedestrians for
cover as she reaches the police barricades again.
Glancing over the edge of the bridge, Faith deftly swings
over the lip, one hand on the guard rail running along it,
and crouches down, using the side of the bridge to keep
herself hidden from view.
It doesn't take Faith long to get much closer to the middle
of the bridge, carefully making her way along the wrong side
of the guard rail, keeping her eyes on the bus.
As she draws closer, the bus SHIFTS a little, rocking back
and forth, and Faith hears the panicked SCREAMING of the bus'
passengers.
She carefully lifts her head up for a closer view, and makes
out six people spread across the passenger seats - and one,
larger figure slumped in the driver's seat.
Slipping over the barrier and back onto the bridge, she makes
her way over to the bus, using the abandoned cars dotted
around to stay out of sight of the police.
She's about ten feet away when the person in the driver's
seat suddenly wakes up, scrambling to his fee and pressing
himself against the windows.
Faith boggles - it's a VAMPIRE!
Blood streaks its face, presumably injuries from the ride
down the bridge, if the smashed cars in the bus' wake are
anything to go by, and the vamp's wild eyes look out across
the bridge.
VAMPIRE
I can small you, Slayer! I know
you're out there!
Faith freezes, glancing over her shoulder - looks like the
cops are too far away to hear anything, but she stays out of
sight just in case.
VAMPIRE (cont'd)
I'm gonna kill 'em all! I'm gonna
drain every single one of these
human pigs, just for you!
Faith grits her teeth and steps out into view.
FAITH
Alright, you want me? Here I am.
VAMPIRE
(hisses)
I knew it!
FAITH
Let the people on the bus go, and
we'll settle this. You against me.
No tricks.
VAMPIRE
No, that's not how this works!
The Vampire starts to laugh, a high-pitched, shrill cackle
that makes Faith wince.
FAITH
So what? You drop yourself into the
river? What good does that do?
Don't you wanna take a piece of
Slayer meat home to show your
friends?
VAMPIRE
Oh, there'll be time for that.
The bus SHIFTS forward a little again, and as the Vampire
inside starts to HOWL with manic laughter, we cut from
Faith's increasingly worried expression to:
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