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8 INT. ST. VINCENT'S - WAITING AREA - NIGHT 8
RACHEL sits in the stuffy reception area of New York's main
hospital, the late night dregs and pity cases filling up a
third of the seats around her.
RACHEL
(into phone)
They're just running a few more
tests. They reckon he's okay - no
internal damage.
FAITH
(relieved)
Good. Thanks for staying there with
him, Rache.
RACHEL
Hey, no big. As long as you don't
mind signing off on that raise I
asked Pryor about.
FAITH
(beat)
Yeah, we'll... talk about that when
you get back.
RACHEL
Okay. I'll call you if Jerry gets
out or if there's any more news.
END INTERCUT:
FAITH
Thanks.
She snaps the phone shut, joining Vi as they look the
building up and down.
FAITH (cont'd)
What do we think?
VI
I'm thinking there should be two
more of us and at least another bag
of weapons.
FAITH
Let's just get inside. Ennis said
Ambrosia could show back up at any
time. We want this place empty when
she does.
Faith heads for a FIRE DOOR, rattling it a few times before a
quick SHOVE of Slayer strength pops it open.
The tramp opposite eyes the girls warily as they head into
the building, before we CUT TO:
9 INT. BUILDING - NEXT 9
The interior of the building appears to have been a warehouse
at some point, but all that's left is empty steel cans and
decades' worth of debris.
The girls quickly make their way through the gloom until they
reach a huge HOLE torn out of the floor.
Faith takes out a FLASHLIGHT and shines it down the hole -
there's a rickety old staircase winding down.
She goes first, carefully lowering herself onto it and
letting Vi pass the bag down to her, before Vi follows.
10 INT. BUILDING - PRISON - NEXT 10
Faith and Vi edge along a dim corridor, FOOTPRINTS on the
dusty stone floor beneath them.
They come to a corner and stop, hearing voices up ahead:
And peer round to see the PRISON laid out before them. Dozens
of CELLS, stacked in rows on top of each other.
Each cell holds a bedraggled man or woman, emaciated much
like Ennis was, LADDERS and GANGWAYS connecting them all.
Several DEMONS are patrolling - squat, pig-like beasts with
stubby legs and sharp halberds, GRUNTING at any prisoners who
plead for help.
Standing with her back to the girls is KATHRYN, the oddly
elegantly dressed brunette who seems to be in charge.
VI
(whispers)
Plan?
FAITH
(reaches back)
Two flash bangs, give us a coupla
seconds to close in. I take down
the chick, you get started on the
guards. You find keys, you get them
to the prisoners and let them start
freeing themselves while we take
out the rest of those demons.
VI
That's... actually pretty good.
She drops to FLASH GRENADES into Faith's waiting hand.
VI (cont'd)
And if Ambrosia shows up?
Faith shoots her a look - then pops the catches on the two
grenades and TOSSES them towards the cells!
A beat - and then there's a loud BANG and a brilliant FLARE
of light that sends Kathryn and the demons reeling.
FAITH
Now!
The girls burst from cover, racing for their targets:
11 EXT. BUILDING - NEXT 11
As outside, the tramp looks up from his paper bagged whiskey
bottle as a shadow falls across him.
He looks up - and sees two RED EYED blaze fiercely in the
face of whoever's over him!
TRAMP
(panicked)
No... no! Get away! Get away!
He scrambles to his feet and runs for the hills, CRASHING
over everything in his path.
The figure steps back and turns, moonlight falling across
their features:
And it's DARK AMBROSIA. She glances left and right, then
heads for the building, and we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
12 INT. BUILDING - PRISON - NIGHT 12
Straight into the fight as the blazing light from the flash
grenade dies down:
Faith SLIDES across the floor to sweep Kathryn's legs from
under her, the tall woman hitting the deck with a CRUNCH.
Vi is straight into the nearest pack of demons, SWORD flying
as she hacks the stunned guards down.
Spotting the KEYS on one's belt, she swipes them and races
for the nearest ladder.
Faith hauls Kathryn up and lands a few PUNCHES, bloodying her
opponent.
KATHRYN
(reeling)
What... who...
FAITH
We're the prison break committee,
bitch.
POW! Faith clocks her again and lets her slump as she spots a
few more DEMONS stumbling towards her.
They can barely see where they're going, and Faith GRINS as
she reaches for her bel, flicking out a NIGHTSTICK.
ON VI as she hurries along one rickety level - the cells are
covered with scaffolding to allow the guards to reach them.
Desperate, grabbing hands flail from each cell she passes,
the prisoners inside pleading for help.
Vi gets snagged on a couple, slowing her down - and that
gives two groups of demons time to cut her off, appearing at
both ends of the level.
She grits her teeth and CHARGES the nearest pack, landing an
ELBOW into one's face and HURLING them to the floor.
DUCKING under a clumsy axe swing, she SLICES from belly to
chin and drops the next demon.
The third, armed with a long halberd, THRUSTS his weapon at
her, forcing Vi to jink left and right.
She GRABS the shaft of the weapon as it passes her and PULLS -
bringing the demon into sword range.
SPLUTCH! She buries the sword in his chest and SHOVES him off
the scaffolding.
Grabbing his halberd as he falls, she yanks it from his grip
and turns to face the second group of demons, closing in.
ON FAITH as she tackles her own foes, weaving in and out of
their attacks as she KICKS one in the gut.
He doubles over, she drives a KNEE into his face then a
ROUNDHOUSE to knock him flat.
She faces down the next batch, who are hanging back with
weapons raised, recovered now from the grenade's effects.
FAITH (cont'd)
Come on, boys, don't say you're
getting shy now we're -
ZAP! A bolt of energy SLAMS into Faith's back, sending her
skidding across the floor.
She pushes herself up with a groan, twisting to see KATHRYN
striding towards her, one raised hand CRACKLING with power.
KATHRYN
You insolent child! Do you have any
idea who you just pissed off?
Faith grits her teeth and rises, just as Kathryn swings her
arm back and FLINGS another burst of power her way!
Faith DIVES to avoid it, the bolt striking two incoming
demons and INCINERATING them!
FAITH
I dunno - some chick with really
bad aim?
Kathryn SNARLS and launches herself at Faith, raising her
hands as energy snaps round them - making CLAWS!
Faith gets her nightstick up to block, Kathryn laying into
her with a flurry of strikes, chops and blows.
KATHRYN
(between attacks)
You'd better hope that she doesn't
show up while you're here... she'll
consume your soul as easily as if
it was a damn cookie!
WHAP! Faith gets a hit in, clocking Kathryn on the chin.
FAITH
(shakes head)
Bad metaphor, lady.
Faith follows up, GRAPPLING her:
ON VI as she holds off the guard demons, using the halberd to
keep them at a distance.
She looks for her opening, dodging round their attacks as the
prisoners cheer her on:
And then with a YELL she surges forward, halberd aimed right
at the demons!
It GUTS the first, but Vi keeps rushing, the blade PIERCING
the next and going on to IMPALE the third!
The three demons are skewered on the blade, and with a GRUNT
of effort Vi manages to HEAVE it aside, pitching them off!
A clamorous CHEER erupts as the demons hit the deck, and Vi
gets chance at last to start unlocking cages.
She flicks the locks open, moving onto each next cell in
turn, as the weary prisoners push the cell gates aside.
VI
(to prisoners)
Go! Get outside, we'll be right
behind you!
They don't need telling twice - they head for the ladders and
start clambering down.
Vi looks up to find one prisoner, a redheaded girl, has
broken off and is heading for her.
VI (cont'd)
What are you doing? Get out of
here!
REDHEAD
Give me some keys, I'll help!
Vi quickly wrenches half the keys off her own ring and tosses
them to the girl, who runs for the ladder to the next level.
ON FAITH as she battles with Kathryn, the brunette CRACKLING
with power even as Faith keeps her from getting a chance to
use any of it.
FAITH
(between pushes)
What I gotta know is... how the
hell does someone end up running a
place like this?
KATHRYN
Everyone has needs. And those
people usually have money. It's
just supply and demand.
FAITH
Huh...
WHACK! Faith gets a knee up and KICKS Kathryn back, and
before she can recover Faith STUNS her with the stick.
FAITH (cont'd)
Guess your supply just ran out.
CRUNCH! A final punch knocks her cold.
Faith looks up to see the first wave of prisoners rushing
towards her, and then spots Vi and the other girl busy
freeing more.
She GRINS, pleased with how well this is going - but then
notices the nearest prisoners pulling up sharply, eyes wide
with fear at something behind her.
Faith frowns - and then hears somebody slowly CLAPPING. She
turns round:
And there's DARK AMBROSIA, her mocking, slow clap ringing out
as the huddled inmates fall silent in fear.
DARK AMBROSIA
I never thought you'd actually have
the audacity to tackle something
like this, Slayer.
Faith's grip tightens on her nightstick as she turns to face
Ambrosia, stepping between her and the prisoners.
FAITH
My mom always said I never thought
too far ahead.
DARK AMBROSIA
This time, however, well... you've
outdone yourself.
She starts pacing casually forward, the prisoners shuffling
back with each step.
DARK AMBROSIA (cont'd)
You attempt to take away my one
true food supply. You defeat a
powerful wicca in single combat, as
well as her retinue of guards. But
do you know the best thing you've
done tonight?
FAITH
Surprise me.
Dark Ambrosia's eyes GLOW RED for a beat.
DARK AMBROSIA
When you beat her, you turned off
her ability to suppress my powers.
And with a hideous ROAR, she shifts into THE DARKLING in one
fluid moment!
Faith's eyes bulge at the crackling, expanding black cloud
before her as she turns and yells:
FAITH
Everybody, move!
She turns and runs, the prisoners scattering around her as
the Darkling SWOOPS down like a bird of prey!
It snags two stragglers, enveloping them in its own inky
blackness.
Their muffled SCREAMS for help are soon silenced - and picked
clean BONES drop from the Darkling to clatter on the floor.
ON VI as she observes the spectacle, the Darkling zipping
left and right, devouring more of the fleeing prisoners.
VI
Oh, crap...
She looks across as Faith clatters up the nearest ladder, the
girls regrouping.
VI (cont'd)
What are we gonna do?
FAITH
We need something with power.
Electricity. That's what stuns that
thing, remember?
VI
Yeah, but where? This whole
building's just bricks and glass, I
didn't even see a wall outlet!
There's nothing here that works!
REDHEAD (O.S.)
Oh...
They turn - Vi's helper is grinning, raising one hand.
REDHEAD (cont'd)
... I wouldn't say that.
She clenches her fist - and it CRACKLES with power!
VI
(twigs)
Of course... the prisoners, their
powers'll be back on too!
FAITH
But how are we gonna get 'em to
start fighting back?
The redhead answers by turning to face the Darkling and
HURLING a bolt of crackling blue energy towards it.
It strikes, the Darkling SCREECHING with pain and spiralling
up to the ceiling.
Shocked, grubby faces peer up at the redhead - before they
too realise that they can help fight back.
FAITH (cont'd)
(shouts)
Electricity! That's what hurts it!
And right on cue, a dozen blasts of ELECTRICITY fly from the
massed prisoners, chasing the Darkling up above.
It jinks and weaves around the ceiling, dodging several - but
a handful hit their mark, the smoky black mass CRACKLING.
VI
That's it! That's it!
More and more bolts fly at the Darkling, slower now as it
starts to weaken.
As more hit home, the creature WAILS pitifully, shrinking in
size as it shoots for the exit.
It manages to squeeze through the hole leading upstairs and
vanish, even as more bolts SLAM into the walls.
The Darkling banished, the prisoners CHEER again, hugging one
another in victory.
Beaming, Vi turns to the redhead as Faith breathes a sigh of
relief.
VI (cont'd)
Thank you! You saved all our asses
right there.
The redhead smirks - then quickly leans in and SMOOCHES Vi!
REDHEAD
I'll consider that my payment.
Vi blinks, gobsmacked, as the girl heads for a ladder:
REDHEAD (cont'd)
Oh, and the name's Lori.
LORI winks at Vi before she slides down the ladder, and a
grinning Faith pats Vi on the shoulder.
FAITH
Looks like you made a new friend.
VI
(a little dazed)
Yeah...
Faith chuckles, looking back down at the prisoners - several
of whom are busy giving the KO'd Kathryn another beating - as
we CUT TO:
13 INT. LABORATORY - NIGHT 13
Overhead strip neon lights FLICKER on to reveal a clean white
LABORATORY - 'state of the art' being an understatement.
Brand new, factory fresh lab machines, monitors and equipment
lines the desks, shelves, alcoves and floor of the place.
Lots of it is still covered in its plastic wrapping.
A large freezer section to the rear has several compartments -
hazmat stickers label the last part as more dangerous.
Pryor looks around the facility, clearly impressed by what he
sees, as the Mayor leans amiably against the door frame.
WILKINS
Pretty snazzy, huh? I paid a lot of
people a lot of money to get all
this pulled together.
(beat)
Then I killed them and took my
money back, but the point is all
this is here for you.
Pryor turns, his gaze flicking from one object to the next.
PRYOR
I... I don't know what to say.
WILKINS
'Thank you, Mister Mayor' would be
a start.
PRYOR
No, I mean I seriously don't know
what to say. Normally, I'd make
some mumbled, humble comment of
thanks, or... or something...
He runs his hands over some of the smaller machines - there's
not even a layer of dust on them.
PRYOR (cont'd)
Maybe it's the lack of conscience
means I'm not struggling to come up
with meaningless blather to fill
the gaps any more. Hard to say.
The Mayor steps away from the door and heads over.
WILKINS
But that's the point, now, isn't
it? With all this, you can find out
the answers to those kinds of
questions. What is a 'vampire.' Why
is it a vampire?
PRYOR
A vampire is a demon living inside
a human's body.
WILKINS
According to stuffy old books and
scrolls, written by people mostly
as crazy as the things they were
writing about, perhaps. But what's
the scientific answer?
Pryor meets the Mayor's gaze, his face remaining calm.
WILKINS (cont'd)
So what do you say? You've heard my
offer, you've seen the evidence...
so let's hear it. Work with me and
I'll keep you safe from Faith and
the others.
PRYOR
And if I find a way to cure myself?
WILKINS
Than I'll release you from your
contract. Heck, if you manage to
work that doozy out, I'll consider
you having gone above and beyond
anyhoo.
Wilkins extends a hand. Pryor studies it carefully.
WILKINS (cont'd)
Do we have a deal?
Pryor hesitates for a long beat - and then SHAKES. The Mayor
grins broadly.
WILKINS (cont'd)
Excellent. Now, we -
SMASH! Something SHATTERS in the next room. The men exchange
a glance, then hurry back out into:
14 INT. LAB - RECEPTION - NEXT 14
The foyer of the facility is a small, plain reception area -
where a shivering Ambrosia lies curled on the floor!
WILKINS
Ambrosia!
He hurries over, avoiding the broken glass from the window
she busted in through. Pryor hangs back.
WILKINS (cont'd)
(to Pryor)
Don't just stand there, help me!
PRYOR
If it's alright with you, I'll
pass. A stray piece of glass is
what got me into this mess.
Wilkins kneels beside Ambrosia, reaching to help sit her up -
but his hand PASSES RIGHT THROUGH HER!
WILKINS
Oh, my...
AMBROSIA
(weak)
The Slayer... she took them... she
took them away...
WILKINS
Took whom away? What did she do?
AMBROSIA
My food... those witches and
warlocks... she freed them...
Ambrosia FLICKERS, parts of her vanishing for a beat like a
badly tuned TV.
Wilkins rises, quickly drawing his cell phone. He speed dials
a number and holds it to his ear:
WILKINS
(into phone)
Yes, Detective Jacobs, please. Tell
him we need to have an urgent
meeting.
The Mayor puts his phone away, crouching by Ambrosia again.
AMBROSIA
I... I need... I need to...
WILKINS
I know, sweetie. I know what to do.
You just need to hang on a little
while so I can sort it all out.
Wilkins rises, addressing Pryor as he heads for the exit:
WILKINS (cont'd)
(stern)
Stay with her. Don't let her fade
away, or our deal will be forfeit
and you will find I am not a
forgiving man.
Wilkins exits, leaving a puzzled Pryor with the dishevelled
Dark Ambrosia as we CUT TO:
15 INT. NYPD - 4TH FLOOR - NIGHT 15
Working late at his desk is SCOTT, frowning as he studies
shaky surveillance footage on his PC screen.
All around him are piles of paper and folders - reports,
statements, photos, the works.
VOICE (O.S.)
Scott?
He JUMPS, startled, and turns to find DECADWAY, the station
desk clerk, hovering nearby.
DECADWAY
Woah! Sorry, sorry. Didn't mean to
make you jump.
Scott relaxes, rubbing his tired eyes.
SCOTT
No, no, it's fine. I've just been
working for...
He glances at the clock on the wall and WINCES.
SCOTT (cont'd)
Damn.
(to Decadway)
Sorry.
DECADWAY
(off files)
What's all this for?
SCOTT
Case presentation tomorrow to the
Mayor about what my task force and
I have been doing these last few
months.
DECADWAY
Oh, right. Yikes.
SCOTT
What did you want?
DECADWAY
Oh, uh, well, talking about the
Mayor, he's kind of here to see
you.
SCOTT
Now?
DECADWAY
(nods)
Looks like it's important.
SCOTT
Alright, tell him I'll be down in a
sec.
Decadway nods and exits, leaving Scott to YAWN as he rises
from his seat, and we CUT TO:
16 INT. NYPD - RECEPTION - NEXT 16
Scott ambles into the waiting area to find the Mayor standing
near the desk, holding a manilla envelope.
SCOTT
You're a little early for the
presentation, sir. I'd actually
planned on getting some sleep
before then, so -
WILKINS
This isn't a time to get cute with
me, Detective. My liaison,
Ambrosia, was attacked tonight.
SCOTT
(all business)
Who by?
Wilkins hands him the envelope. Scott blinks, then takes it.
WILKINS
By the same people who murdered
your partner.
Scott freezes, hand halfway into the envelope.
WILKINS (cont'd)
(off envelope)
That's new evidence that's just
come to light about Detective
Hogan's death. I think you'll find
it makes for a pretty compelling
case.
Scoot hesitates, painful memories resurfacing, before he
takes the photo from the envelope:
It's the shot of 'Faith' (or Dark Ambrosia in disguise)
stabbing Hogan in the neck.
Scott stares at the shot, wide-eyed, as Wilkins moves closer.
He lays a comforting hand on Scott's shoulder.
WILKINS (cont'd)
The time has come, Detective. The
presentation can wait. We have to
move on Faith Lehane and her team.
Tonight.
Scott looks up, mind reeling in disbelief, as we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
17 INT. NYPD - CONFERENCE ROOM - NIGHT 17
Scott sits at a desk at the head of the room, staring at the
photo of Hogan's murder. The Mayor stands nearby.
WILKINS
(checks watch)
I don't mean to be insensitive,
Scott, but how much longer are you
planning on staring at that photo
like you can change what happened
in it?
SCOTT
(mumbles)
It doesn't add up.
WILKINS
I'm sorry?
SCOTT
I said it doesn't add up.
He leans back, reaching for one his many folders as the Mayor
takes the photo and holds it up.
WILKINS
What 'doesn't add up'? This all
looks spectacularly clear to me.
Scott shakes his head, leafing through folders until he pulls
up a thick bundle of notes.
SCOTT
None of them were alone or in the
area where Ann was killed at her
approximate time of death.
He holds up his own notes, which the Mayor takes and reads.
SCOTT (cont'd)
I've had surveillance on them as
often as I can, but on that night I
know exactly where they all were.
Violet Bowen was out of town, and
the others were all there to
receive her when she returned,
which was about an hour before
Annie died. They all stayed put in
the Asylum the entire time.
Wilkins hesitates, thinking fast.
WILKINS
How can you be sure?
SCOTT
(shrugs)
Photos. Surveillance footage. Phone
logs. I'm pretty sure.
He rises, stabbing a finger at the photograph.
SCOTT (cont'd)
Therefore, that doesn't add up. In
fact, nothing about this whole damn
case does. You've got a chief
suspect with a paper trail that
just cuts off dead one day, I've
got conflicting reports and
evidence on what it is these people
actually do, I've got nothing
concrete to tie them to any of the
stuff your office keeps trying to
get me to pin on them, and above
all, I'm not even sure why you want
these people sent down so bad!
Wilkins holds his stare for a beat, then exhales.
WILKINS
Detective, are you forgetting who
you work for?
SCOTT
The New York Police Department,
last time I checked.
WILKINS
Wrong. You work for me. I gave you
this task force, this opportunity
for career advancement, because I
had some bad guys I needed you tho
help me bring to justice. Are you
now about to stand there and tell
me you're not willing to do your
job?
SCOTT
Who said anything about 'not
willing'? I'm just trying to make
you see that -
WILKINS
And I'm trying to make you see that
you're out of line, Detective.
Scott bristles, crossing his arms.
SCOTT
Are you insinuating that I'm lying?
WILKINS
I'm insinuating that you're
ignoring a blatant piece of hard
evidence, for reasons unknown to
me... unless it has something to do
with your romantic liaison with one
of our chief suspects.
Scott freezes, swallowing.
WILKINS (cont'd)
Oh, you thought I didn't know about
that? Ambrosia was keeping an eye
on this investigation or a reason.
She told me what I needed to know.
SCOTT
So what... what did she tell you?
WILKINS
That you'd been seeing Rachel
Hagerman for some time, and that
you were justifying it as part of
the investigation, when your own
partner suspected it was something
far less clean cut. Not that we can
ask her opinion any more, of
course.
Scott slumps back into his seat. He's too tired to fight.
WILKINS (cont'd)
So you have two choices open to you
now, Scott - you can either execute
the plan of action to take Faith
and her accomplices into custody,
or I can have you removed as head
of this investigation and simply
transfer the entire case to my
office. Oh, and I may even let slip
a few details about your affair
with Hagerman to Internal Affairs.
Scott keeps his gaze lowered, agonising over the decision.
SCOTT
Mr. Mayor...
He rises, the Mayor waiting for his answer.
SCOTT (cont'd)
... I cannot in good conscience
continue with this investigation.
WILKINS
(sighs)
I'm sorry to hear that. I had high
hopes for you, Scott.
(beat)
You're relieved of duty. Consider
your role in this case terminated.
Scott doesn't reply. He just heads straight for the door.
WILKINS (cont'd)
Oh, and I'd make sure my story was
straight if I were you.
Scott turns, glaring back at him.
WILKINS (cont'd)
You know, for when you get asked
those sticky questions about your
involvement with Rachel.
Scott narrows his eyes, but manages to restrain himself
before he exits.
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