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14 INT. QUINN'S CAR. NIGHT. 14
Quinn is driving through the city, rain sloshing across the
windshield as he tries to navigate.
NOA
So where are we headed?
QUINN
I got a lead on some places this
Boone guy tends to hang out, I
figured we'd start there, ask
around, see if anybody's seen him
tonight.
NOA
And then what?
Quinn glances at Noa, then nods his eyes towards the
glovebox. Noa pops it open to see a large, very definitely
not police-issue handgun inside.
NOA (cont'd)
Woah! Are we going elephant hunting
later or something too?
QUINN
I'm a firm believer in being
prepared.
NOA
And I'm a firm believer of not
getting into trouble if I can help
it! Say we find this Boone guy,
what then? Threaten him until he
tells us where Faith is?
Quinn falls silent, and Noa rolls her eyes.
NOA (cont'd)
Of course that's the plan. How
stupid of me.
Quinn concentrates on his driving, and Noa takes the
opportunity to examine the interior of Quinn's car.
Her eyes fall on the manilla folder on the back seat - the
one that holds the x-rays Quinn was sent previously. She
glances at Quinn, to make sure he's not watching, then tries
to sneak an arm out towards them.
QUINN
(without looking)
Don't.
Noa glares at him, settling back in her seat with a pout.
NOA
Well, aren't we just Mr. Mystery
all of a sudden?
Quinn looks at her, then puts up a disarming smile, reaching
across to squeeze one of her hands.
QUINN
No, it's nothing bad, it's just
some x-rays from a case I'm working
on. Injuries to a victim, pretty
grim stuff.
NOA
Then why does the folder have your
name on it?
Quinn glances round at the folder, then back at Noa.
QUINN
My source in the hospital does that
so she can smuggle the files out to
me. Disguise them as my own
records, makes it easier for me to
get things that way.
NOA
(suspicious)
'She'?
Quinn chuckles, and that finally breaks Noa into a grin
again. Quinn starts to slow down, pulling the car over.
QUINN
This is it. Potential haunt number
one.
NOA
So... Do you want us both to go in,
or just you and the Lawgiver in the
glovebox?
QUINN
You think I'd drive you all the way
out here just to leave you sitting
in the car?
Quinn unfastens his seatbelt and opens his door.
QUINN (cont'd)
Let's go, partner.
Noa grins and opens her door, as we cut back to:
15 INT. THE ARENA - MAZE. NIGHT. 15
Faith combat rolls into frame, jets of flame blasting past
just above her head. Staying low, gasping for breath, she
waits a beat for the flames to stop.
Getting back up, she turns and looks back towards Vi.
The two are separated by about twenty feet, a long, thin
passageway reaching across a dark pit between them, and the
jets of flame blasting across the gap at regular intervals.
FAITH
Okay, Vi, come on! Just take it
steady, like I just did. The flames
are on a timer or something, so you
can do this!
Vi shakes her head, visibly paler now as she tries to stand
but fails.
VI
I can't! Faith... I can't.
FAITH
Yeah, you can! Come on! Vi, I'm not
leaving you down here, so get your
butt over here now!
Vi takes a beat, then uses the wall to push herself to her
feet. She takes a step forward, onto the narrow path over the
pit, keeping her eyes locked on Faith.
FAITH (cont'd)
That's it, you're doing great!
Vi YELPS as the first round of flames shoot across in front
of her, before she takes a few cautious steps forward.
Shaking, she paces onwards, her wounded leg almost dragging
behind her, making steady progress.
She's two-thirds of the way across the bridge when the flames
start their sequence again behind her.
FAITH (cont'd)
Move it, Vi!
Vi makes the mistake of glancing over her shoulder - the
flames are rapidly closing in, and she turns round and tries
to rush the rest of the way.
She stumbles, slipping and almost losing her balance, and
Faith dives forward.
The flames are seconds away as Vi struggles to stay upright,
Faith reaching out a hand towards her.
VI
(panicked)
Faith!!
Faith glances at the flames - she's got no time to react.
FAITH
Screw it - jump!!
Vi LEAPS forward, the flames searing the air where she'd just
been standing, sailing through the air and missing the rest
of the bridge.
Faith throws herself forward, her hand snatching Vi's and
managing to keep a hold, Vi left dangling over the edge of
the pit.
With a heave, Faith manages to drag Vi up onto the other side
of the gap, and the two girls lie there for a moment, panting
with exertion.
FAITH (cont'd)
What did I say? I said 'take it
steady!'
VI
I'm sorry...
FAITH
(standing)
'S cool. Come on.
Faith helps Vi to her feet - then pauses, looking around as
though hearing something.
VI
What is it?
Vi listens too - and we can hear the muffled sound of
CLAPPING and CHEERING. Faith smirks at Vi.
FAITH
Sounds like they're getting their
money's worth, huh?
As Faith leads the way again, we cut back to:
16 INT. 'WICKED GAMES' BAR. NIGHT. 16
Quinn pushes open the door to a standard inner city demon bar
and steps inside. Bland goth rock music pipes out from the
speakers overhead, but the chatter of the clients falls quiet
as they size up this obviously non-demon new arrival.
The bar itself isn't too busy, allowing Quinn to march
unopposed up to the barman, a burly half demon called GREGOR,
who eyes Quinn suspiciously.
GREGOR
You're in the wrong place, human.
QUINN
(mock surprise)
Really? 'Cause I could've sworn the
sign outside said 'Free information
- just ask at the bar!'
Quinn flashes his NYPD badge at Gregor, who GROANS.
Behind them, Noa steps cautiously into the bar, quickly
hurrying over to Quinn and trying not to make eye contact
with anyone - or anything.
GREGOR
Look, cop, I don't-
QUINN
It's 'detective.'
GREGOR
Huh?
QUINN
Detective Jon Quinn.
(points to badge)
See?
GREGOR
Whatever, human. I don't know what
kind of a death wish you've got,
wandering into a demon bar like you
own the place, but I'm feeling
generous tonight, so I'm gonna give
you thirty seconds to turn around
and-
QUINN
I'm looking for a warlock, goes by
the name of Boone. Tall guy, long,
grey hair, line in grey hooded
cloaks.
NOA
Oh, sorta looks like Sean Connery
when he was in 'In The Name Of The
Rose.'
Gregor eyes Noa, smirking at Quinn.
GREGOR
Who's the babe?
QUINN
My partner. Anything you say to
her, you say to me. Do you know
where we can find this guy?
GREGOR
Rings a bell. Usually sits over in
that corner, keeps to himself. He
asked me a lot of questions about
the Slayer one time when he was in
here.
QUINN
(frowns)
The who?
Noa's eyes widen, and she quickly steps forward before Quinn
can ask who the Slayer is.
NOA
Gee, thanks, we'll just take a look
round then be out of your way,
okay?
GREGOR
(beat)
Yeah, fine, whatever. Last time I
saw the guy was a few hours ago,
seemed to be in a good mood about
something. He was talking to those
two bracken demons over there, try
seeing if they know where he is.
NOA
Thanks!
She takes Quinn by the arm and leads him away from the bar,
steering him towards the two bracken demons, sitting by one
table, their dark green skin and spines marking them out.
QUINN
What's a 'Slayer,' exactly?
NOA
(evasive)
Um, I dunno. Oh, hey, these are our
guys!
The brackens look up as Quinn and Noa arrive at their table,
and as they exchange a confused look, we cut to:
17 INT. THE ARENA - MAZE. NIGHT. 17
Faith is looking towards us, clearly not happy about what's
before her.
We pull back to see just what's got her like that - and the
final obstacle in the maze is revealed in all its glory.
There's a row of three large, rotating wheels, lined with
paddles wide enough to stand on, turning anti-clockwise over
a wide pit of water. The steam and bubbles rising off the
water tell us it's hot - very hot.
The whirring of the wheels and the splashes of the boiling
hot water still don't drown out the feverish roars of the
watching crowd.
On the other side of the water lies the exit, the crowds in
the coliseum beyond visible at last over the maze's walls.
Faith grits her teeth and turns to Vi, who she's holding up
by one arm, Vi's eyes fluttering as she tries to stay
conscious, the blood from her wound now staining her whole
left pants leg red.
FAITH
You reckon you can do this?
Vi shakes her head, and Faith turns back to study the trap,
before grabbing vi and hoisting her up, onto Faith's back,
almost like a piggyback ride.
FAITH (cont'd)
Then you'd better hang on, 'cause
this is going to get pretty
intense.
VI
(weakly)
Faith, don't...
FAITH
I'm not leaving you here, Vi!
That settles it. Faith heads towards the edge of the pit -
she'll have to jump to land on the first wheel, fight her way
up and over it against its rotation, then jump to the second
and third and do the same all over again.
She can hear Gabriel's words from earlier:
GABRIEL (V.O.)
Watch your step.
Vi is clinging on for dear life, her arms wrapped round
Faith's neck as Faith takes a few steps back, preparing for
her run up.
FAITH
Ready?
Vi opens her mouth to answer - but Faith starts running
without waiting.
She hits the edge of the pit and LEAPS - and manages to land
feet first on a paddle on the first wheel.
FAITH (cont'd)
Hang on!!
Vi SHOUTS as she's splashed by the red hot water churning
around them, and Faith is forced to almost drop to all fours,
using her hands to help scramble over the paddles, grimacing
as her hands burn from the heat.
She passes over the top of the first wheel, wasting no time
in leaping across to the second, almost slipping off and into
the water but managing to hang on, smoke rising from her
hands as she pushes herself back up out of harm's way.
Struggling on, Faith makes her way over the second wheel, but
as she crests it she sees something ahead.
Rising out of the water between the second and third wheels
are a series of spikes, rising and falling in sequence,
leaving Faith very little room for error.
As Vi pulls herself tightly to Faith again, Faith watches the
spikes, measuring the pattern, stepping across the paddles as
they rise out of the water and rotate round to her.
After a few beats, she crouches down - and JUMPS, sailing
clean through the air.
One of the spikes catches her, slicing across her calf, and
as she lands on the third and final wheel, she SHOUTS in
pain, pressing a hand to her wound.
VI
Faith!
FAITH
(grimaces)
I'm okay!
With superhuman effort, Faith scrambles over the third wheel,
beyond feeling the pain from the red hot paddles now as she
sets her sights on the exit.
Vi's eyes flutter - she's blacking out, and as Faith feels
her grip start to loosen, she knows she's out of time.
With a YELL, she leaps through the air one last time - and
lands heavily on the other side of the pit at last, the two
girls sent sprawling to the floor.
As the CHEERS of the crowd around us ring out throughout the
coliseum, Faith pushes herself to her feet, keeping her
weight off her injured leg and scooping up the now
unconscious Vi, carrying her out through the maze's exit.
We follow her out, into:
18 INT. THE ARENA. CONTINUOUS. 18
Faith is met on the other side of the maze by a group of
demon guards again, but the fire in her eyes blazes as they
surround her.
All around her, the crowd are going absolutely crazy, jumping
up and down in their seats and yelling - some cheering Faith
on, some booing her.
Faith doesn't hear any of it, her gaze piercing the Chief
demon as he steps towards her. The two stare each other out
for a long beat before the Chief speaks.
CHIEF
(quietly)
Nice work, kid.
He turns and shouts to the guards around him.
CHIEF (cont'd)
Take 'em back to the cells!
The guards step towards her, but Faith shakes her head,
indicating the blacked out form of Vi in her arms.
FAITH
She's hurt. Patch her up.
CHIEF
You ain't really in a position to
make demands here, Slayer! Why
don't you be a good girl, and-
FAITH
(stern)
Get her some help.
The Chief stares back, then chuckles and nods.
CHIEF
Alright. Since you did so well in
there, we'll get your little friend
patched up. But don't expect any
more favours. You get one shot in
this place, you blow it, that's it.
FAITH
One shot's all I'm gonna need.
The Chief waves two guards over, who take Vi out of Faith's
arms, while two more stand behind her, ready to march her
back to the cells.
CHIEF
(to guards)
Alright, get her out of here.
One gives Faith a nudge, and she starts walking forward,
towards an open and waiting set of doors ahead.
She steals a glance round at Vi, who is carried off into
another tunnel, and as Faith continues towards us, the shouts
and cheers of the crowds ringing in her ears, we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
19 INT. 'WICKED GAMES' BAR. NIGHT. 19
Quinn and Noa are seated round a table along with the two
bracken demons, BELUSHI and WILDER.
BELUSHI
He was in here earlier, ranting and
raving about how he'd finally 'been
the one to take care of the
Slayer,' and all that. Guy sounded
like he'd been at the caffeine
pills a bit too much, you know?
QUINN
Did he happen to say where he was
going?
WILDER
I think he said he was going to
report back to his bosses, whoever
they were. Said something about the
UN building over by East River, I
think.
QUINN
Alright, thanks, guys.
He stands and heads towards the door, Noa on his heels.
NOA
The UN building? Isn't that kind of
public for some bad guys to hide
out?
QUINN
You never heard that old saying,
'best place to hide is in plain
sight?' Who'd think to look for a
bunch of warlocks inside one of the
homes of the United Nations?
Quinn pushes the door open, and we step outside into:
20 EXT. NY STREET. NIGHT. 20
Quinn and Noa head over to his car, Quinn opening his door
with one hand and taking out his cell phone with the other,
as Noa waits by the car passenger door.
NOA
So now what? Are we just gonna
break into the UN building and see
who's there?
QUINN
Pretty much, yeah. But I my be able
to get us in there without any
breaking and entering.
Noa starts to speak, but Quinn's call connects and he holds
up a hand for quiet.
QUINN (cont'd)
Hey. Quinn here again. Can you meet
me by the United Nations, First
Avenue at 46th Street?
(listens; grins)
You know me too well. See you
there.
Quinn hops into the car, leaving Noa waiting for an
explanation. When she realises she's not getting one, she
gets into the car, as we cut back to:
21 INT. THE ARENA - CELLS. NIGHT. 21
Faith lies on the floor of her cell, her leg wound tied up
with a few strips ripped away from her shirt. Some more
strips have been tied round her palms, trying to ease the
pain of the burnt, red raw skin there.
A figure appears at the cell door, but Faith is dozing,
exhausted from her trek through the maze, so she doesn't open
he eyes until the figure gently TAPS at the bars.
She shoots up, turning to see who it is with a glare.
FAITH
Come to take another look, huh? I'm
tired and cranky, so unless you
want-
GABRIEL
Knock, knock.
FAITH
(beat)
Gabriel?
Faith stands - with difficulty - and makes her way over to
the cell door. Gabriel stands there, that same warm smile on
his lips as he looks back in on her.
She looks halfway between happy to see him and still furious
with what he told her previously.
GABRIEL
How's the room? I hear the rates
are low, but-
FAITH
That wasn't funny the first time,
either. How'd you find me here?
GABRIEL
I have my sources. I'm here to help
you out.
FAITH
Isn't me getting stuck here part of
the 'plan' or whatever? Toughen me
up by letting me see some other
Slayers get killed?
GABRIEL
No, the plan is you get out of here
and back to New York, where you're
needed. But there is a reason
you're here.
FAITH
I'm all ears.
GABRIEL
(beat)
You know I can't tell you.
FAITH
Break the rules for once, Gabe!
Live a little!
GABRIEL
That's not gonna happen.
Gabriel glances up and down the corridor outside, checking
for any guards.
FAITH
What's the matter? You afraid
somebody's gonna come along and
drag you out there to play American
Gladiators? What've you got to
worry about, it's not like you can
touch-
Gabriel's hand reaches in through the bars - and GRABS
Faith's wrist!
She pauses, looking down at his hand, then back to Gabe.
FAITH (cont'd)
(confused)
But-
GABRIEL
There isn't time to explain. Let's
just say that things work a little
differently here, and leave it at
that.
Gabriel releases her wrist - but she grabs his hand before he
can take it away. Their fingers lock, and Faith manages a
small smile.
FAITH
Never thought I'd hear myself say
this, but... I'm glad to see you.
GABRIEL
(grins)
Likewise.
FAITH
Where's Vi? Is she okay?
GABRIEL
She's fine. The medical facilities
here aren't exactly what I'd call
modern, but they've fixed her up
and stopped the bleeding. I think
it's in their interests to keep
their Slayers in action as long as
possible, keeps the money from the
betting rings pouring in.
The sound of keys rattling echoes down the corridor, and
Gabriel looks round, releasing Faith's hand.
GABRIEL (cont'd)
I'd better go. I'm working on a
plan, so just go along with
whatever happens.
FAITH
You gonna be keeping an eye on me
from the shadows?
GABRIEL
Yeah, something like that.
With a last glance round, Gabriel heads out of view, leaving
Faith to lean against the bars of the cell and SIGH heavily.
A shadows falls across her after a beat, and she looks up
again to see the Chief guard looking in on her.
CHIEF
Overlord Wirth wants to see you,
says you're his new star
attraction, and he wants to thank
you personally for today's show!
Faith gives the Chief a fake grin - and gives him the finger.
FAITH
Tell him to thank this.
CHIEF
(chuckles)
Cute.
With his taser gun in one hand, the Chief unlocks the cell,
swinging the door open.
CHIEF (cont'd)
Let's go.
Faith spots the half dozen other guards waiting outside, and
decides now isn't a great time to try that jailbreak she's
been planning.
As she steps out of the cell, we cut to:
22 EXT. OUTSIDE UNITED NATIONS. NIGHT. 22
Quinn's car pulls to a stop outside the tall, floodlit United
Nations building, the East River just beyond it.
There's another car parked up, a plain black Honda, and as
Quinn and Noa get out of his car, a young black man steps out
of the Honda - this is DANNER, short and wiry, dressed in
baggy sports gear.
DANNER
You want to remind me why the hell
I dragged my ass all the way out
here for you, Quinn?
Quinn grins as he walks over, shaking hands with Danner.
QUINN
Because it's time for me to cash in
that favour you owe me!
Noa walks into frame, and Quinn motions towards Danner.
QUINN (cont'd)
Noa, this is Tom Danner. Tom here
helped me out with some crooks I
needed to find a few weeks ago, so
we made ourselves a little
arrangement.
DANNER
Yeah, only it was more like 'I
won't send you to jail as an
accomplice if you help me out one
day,' right?
QUINN
God bless America.
The trio start walking towards the building, the row of
flagpoles outside snapping in the breeze.
DANNER
So what's the plan here, Jon?
QUINN
We've got a suspect hiding out here
somewhere, I need a way in so I can
go looking for him.
DANNER
(sarcastic)
Yeah, sure, 'scuse me while I pull
a keycard for this place outta my
pants!
Quinn reaches into his jacket, bringing out a plain, black
security keycard.
QUINN
That part's taken care of. You know
more about the security of this
place than either of us, it's your
job to help us avoid being seen.
The way I see it, our suspect's
going to be somewhere in the
basement levels.
NOA
How does he know so much? I mean,
no offence, but isn't he, well... a
criminal?
DANNER
(offended)
Hey, I prefer 'informant,' alright?
QUINN
Tom used to work here as a security
guard, believe it or not, 'till
they found out he'd forged his
records to hide his previous
convictions.
DANNER
(shrugs; to Noa)
A job's a job. And besides, I
hadn't done anything all that bad,
right, Jon?
QUINN
Alright, less talk. Let's go.
DANNER
Best way into the basement is via
the car parks, follow me.
As the trio take a turn and head towards a large parking
area, we cut back to:
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