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FADE IN:
7 EXT. ASYLUM - NIGHT 7
The Asylum stands stoic as ever, framed against the NYC
skyline as a backdrop.
There's no Task Force or police presence here - a few
abandoned vehicles, nothing more.
8 INT. ASYLUM - RECEPTION - NEXT 8
PUSH THROUGH the main entrance, the aftermath of the Task
Force's attack and the Darkling escape attempt still very
much visible.
DEBRIS litters the floor, chunks of plaster are missing from
the walls and ceiling as we pass into:
9 INT. ASYLUM - CORRIDOR - NEXT 9
Where electrical CABLES dangle from the ceiling, some HISSING
and others SPARKING.
10 INT. ASYLUM - CANTEEN - NEXT 10
Here's where the main battle took place - a few of the
survivors such as ANGELIQUE and CARTER are moving bodies of
friend and foe alike.
11 INT. ASYLUM - INFIRMARY - NEXT 11
BECCA and LUCINDA are patching up some wounded DEMONS, the
last of the Asylum's refugees.
Several BODIES are covered with sheets at the back of the
room - those who didn't survive the fight.
12 INT. ASYLUM - STAFF ROOM - NEXT 12
ALICE, ROB and ROSIE are laying out WEAPONS across the
tables, sorting through what remains of the Asylum's stash.
It's not looking like a whole lot, Alice and Rob exchanging a
concerned look as we CUT TO:
13 INT. ASYLUM - FAITH'S ROOM - NIGHT 13
Faith is busy stuffing some things into a duffel bag. There's
a KNOCK at the door - she turns to find Jerry waiting.
FAITH
C'mon in, Jer. You don't need to
ask permission.
(mock serious)
Or do you?
JERRY
Gallows humour. I'm impressed.
FAITH
Been taking lessons. What's up?
JERRY
Nothing. The others are getting
their things together, like you
asked, and it looks like Wilkins is
leaving us along after the
darklings took a bite out of his
Task Force, so I, well...
(beat)
I thought one of those thankfully
less awkward than they used to be
father-daughter chats was needed.
Faith grins, heading for a cabinet and opening it - to reveal
more WEAPONS hanging up than clothes.
FAITH
Pretty sure we've said all we need
to.
JERRY
About the plan, yes. I was thinking
more along the lines of 'things we
should say in case something goes
wrong tomorrow.'
She stops. Turns to face him. Jerry shrugs.
JERRY (cont'd)
Let's be honest, it's been known to
happen round here.
FAITH
I...
Silence falls. Faith looks at him, pleading.
FAITH (cont'd)
I don't... I mean, I try not to get
into these kinds of, y'know...
things.
JERRY
(chuckles)
I can tell.
(beat)
You're the most important thing in
my life, Siobhan.
Using her real name? That gets Faith's attention.
JERRY (cont'd)
I'm not going to pretend that I can
make amends for what I put you and
your mother through, or any of that
Hallmark crap. We both know better
than that.
He steps closer. Takes her by the arms.
JERRY (cont'd)
I just wanted you to hear that. To
know that I meant it. And -
He gets cut off as she HUGS him. It's a little awkward -
she's not exactly had a lot of practise - but it works.
JERRY (cont'd)
(grins)
I'll take that as your approval.
She steps back, quickly SNIFFING and bottling that emotion
right back up again. Jerry's eyes fall on the duffel bag.
JERRY (cont'd)
Going somewhere?
FAITH
Got an errand to run.
JERRY
Need any help?
Faith grins, shakes her head and lifts the bag.
FAITH
If I told you where I was going...
JERRY
... I'd try to stop you. Got it.
One of those errands.
(beat)
Be safe.
FAITH
Always am.
She walks past him, giving him a light bop on the arm as she
exits. He laughs, turning to watch her go as we CUT TO:
14 INT. CITY HALL - MAYOR'S OFFICE - NIGHT 14
Wilkins is on the phone, pacing up and down as WOODS knocks
and enters. Wilkins motions for him to sit.
WILKINS
(into phone)
Alright, Diane, just do what you
can. I want to make sure we have
blanket coverage of tomorrow's
trial. The people need to see
justice being served, and I need to
see all those pretty little graphs
and pie charts you people use for
ratings going up.
(grins)
You too. Good night.
He hangs up, turning to Woods.
WILKINS (cont'd)
My day so far has been a mixture of
eager anticipation and
disappointment, Mr. Woods. I hope
you're bringing me something that
falls into the former category.
Woods nervously shuffles through some FOLDERS he's holding.
WOODS
Well, uh, the thing is, sir, uh...
WILKINS
Mr. Woods?
Wilkins smiles - but Woods knows it's the kind of smile that
could slice a man in two. He SHIVERS involuntarily.
WOODS
We... we can't locate her, sir. It.
WILKINS
I see.
WOODS
After the other darklings were
dragged back through the Gateway,
we tries to look for Ereshkigal's
unique energy signature, but it was
just... gone.
WILKINS
Could she have escaped?
(off look)
After how long it spent living
inside Miss DeRubria, I'm classing
it as a 'she.'
WOODS
(quickly)
It's... possible.
I mean, I don't even begin to have
the kinds of equipment or resources
I'd need to try and track it - her.
We're talking multi-dimensional
dragnets of sensor readings - the
power drain alone could black out
half the seaboard, and we -
Wilkins leans forward, patting Woods on the shoulders. This,
not surprisingly, doesn't calm Woods' jitters.
WILKINS
I trust you'll do everything you
can. Tomorrow goes ahead with or
without the Darkling, but it sure
would be handy to know she's still
part of the team.
(beat)
That'll be all.
Breathing an obvious sigh of relief, Woods rises and heads
for the exit. He pauses as Wilkins adds:
WILKINS (cont'd)
What about our backup plan?
WOODS
Oh, they're almost ready, sir. I
obviously had to cut a few corners
without access to Pryor's full
research, but -
WILKINS
Will they do the job?
WOODS
Yes. Sir. They will.
WILKINS
(brightens)
Dandy.
He reaches round across his desk, returning bearing a plate
full of COOKIES:
WILKINS (cont'd)
Oreo?
Woods blinks as we CUT TO:
15 EXT. TIMES SQUARE - NIGHT 15
Slap bang in the middle of the square itself, a large
PLATFORM is being constructed.
Rows of seats face it from the street, with what looks
suspiciously like a courtroom setup being built on the
platform itself.
The glaring, flashing lights of the buildings all around and
the video screens beaming down bathe the scene in a variety
of garish colours.
PULL BACK to find the scene is playing on a TV SET as we find
ourselves in:
16 INT. CITY HALL - ROOM - NIGHT 16
A spartan, dark room with little more than a bed and the TV
set. Vi sits up on the bed, her back to the wall. She's
recovered slightly from her earlier beating but is still in
pretty rough shape.
Her eyes are fixed to the TV, knowing that she's watching the
stage for her own execution being built.
She closes her eyes and leans back, letting out a deep SIGH.
VOICE (O.S.)
Now that didn't sound good.
And LORI leans forward into frame, now sitting next to Vi on
the bed. Vi doesn't react to her presence.
VI
Can you blame me?
LORI
Not really. I guess if I was stuck
watching what was in store for me,
I wouldn't feel like switching it
off either.
VI
Faith'll find a way to get me out
of this.
LORI
You sure about that?
VI
She has to at least know I'm here
by now. It's been all over the news
for hours. I should know. I've been
watching it all night.
LORI
I meant are you sure she wants to
come get you out of this?
Vi turns to look at Lori at last. Lori shrugs.
LORI (cont'd)
You know you've been thinking it. I
mean, you are having this
conversation with yourself, after
all.
Vi lets out another heavy SIGH, shuts her eyes and leans back
against the wall.
VI
Thanks for reminding me.
LORI
Your subconscious, not mine.
VI
I know I screwed up. I know after
everything that happened, and when
I went AWOL last time, that I
wasn't exactly making things easy
for myself, but -
LORI
But you still think what you two
have been through matters, right?
VI
Doesn't it?
LORI
I dunno, what were her last words
to you? Oh, yeah - 'you're either
in this 'til the finish or you
leave and don't bother looking
back.'
Lori pushes up off the bed and paces across the room. Vi
opens her eyes to watch her.
LORI (cont'd)
Okay. Worst case scenario. Faith
doesn't come to your rescue, and in
a few hours Wilkins has you tried
and probably executed live on air,
and as a result wins the election
with enough votes left over to take
a crack at the Senate too.
VI
That's a hell of a 'worst case.'
LORI
Best case scenario. She saves you,
Wilkins goes down and all is
forgiven.
(beat)
Which do you think is more likely?
Vi stares back at her, unable to respond - until the lock on
the door CLICKS as it's opened. Lori turns:
But she's gone as a GOON steps inside, tossing a tray of
sickly-looking FOOD across the floor.
GOON
(smirks)
Not so tough without your powers,
are you?
Vi just holds his gaze - as Lori reappears beside her.
LORI
Go for it. Slayer powers or not,
you can take this guy. Do it.
But Vi doesn't move, and with a final leer the Goon steps
back outside - and LOCKS the door.
Lori HUFFS and flops down across the bed.
LORI (cont'd)
You're hopeless.
VI
Even if I got past him, there'd be
a dozen more waiting for me. I
wouldn't make it past a hundred
yards, and then I'd get my ass
kicked again and I'd be in even
worse shape for whatever they've
got planned for me tomorrow.
LORI
Fine. Use logic on me.
Vi turns to her. Lori grins - and Vi manages a half-smile
back. She looks sad all of a sudden, bowing her head.
VI
I'm sorry...
Lori doesn't answer.
VI (cont'd)
You just wanted us to be together,
and part of me... maybe, I don't
know. Somehow. I just... I wasn't
ready. Not for what you wanted.
Maybe I never would've been.
She looks over - but Lori is gone.
VI (cont'd)
But maybe I would.
Alone in the room again, Vi cuts a small, huddled figure as
the flickering light from the TV sends shadows dancing across
the walls, before we CUT TO:
17 INT. ST. VINCENT'S - RECEPTION - NIGHT 17
Dawn is seated, drumming her fingers against her knees. She
then moves her hands to start tapping against every available
surface:
Before realising a nearby PATIENT is staring oddly at her.
Dawn grins and settles back down.
DAWN
Sorry. Just refreshing my memory.
The patient shakes his head and looks away - as Dawn sees
Scott re-enter, something tucked under his arm.
DAWN (cont'd)
Did you get it?
Scott nods, handing her the package - it's a LAPTOP, bright
pink, and Dawn accepts it with a gleeful smile.
SCOTT
Let's hope you're as good with this
sort of stuff as everybody keeps
telling me you are.
DAWN
Oh, I'm better.
She holds out her hand expectantly. Scott places the FLASH
DRIVE into her palm.
Dawn slots it into her PC, types a few commands and watches
her screen fill with folders, files and information.
DAWN (cont'd)
Alright, Pryor, let's see what your
plan 'B' looks like...
Scott takes a seat, watching Dawn get to work as we CUT TO:
18 EXT. ABANDONED BUILDING - NIGHT 18
Faith steps into frame outside a ramshackle, grafitti-sprayed
old building.
City lights and sounds aren't far away, but this isn't a part
of the city many people frequent.
She steps up to a rusted old fire door and HAMMERS three
times. Steps back.
VOICE (O.S.)
(through door)
Who is it?
FAITH
Pryor sent me.
A beat - and then a HATCH slides open in the door. A pair of
suspicious EYES glint out at her.
VOICE
What's the password?
FAITH
Jaleena.
Another beat - and then a series of locks SCRAPE and CLANG on
the other side of the door.
Faith waits until the sounds stop - and the door slowly
CREAKS open. She steps through:
19 INT. ABANDONED BUILDING - CONTINUOUS 19
And several LIGHTS come on as soon as she does, highlighting
her but keeping the rest of the room in darkness.
FAITH
(shielding her eyes)
I'm alone.
VOICE (O.S.)
Can't be too careful.
VOICE #2 (O.S.)
What's in the bag?
FAITH
Mugged some guy dressed as Santa on
the way over.
She drops the bag - it CLINKS as it hits the ground.
FAITH (cont'd)
So are you gonna shine lights in my
face all night, or are we gonna do
this?
VOICE (O.S.)
Easy on the attitude, Slayer...
And a MAN steps from the shadows. Faith tenses a little as he
steps into the glare of the lights - he's a VAMPIRE!
VAMPIRE
You ain't exactly among friends
here.
Faith looks round as more movement catches her eye - and
around a dozen more VAMPIRES emerge from the darkness!
She's surrounded, vampires on all sides. Faith does her best
not to look intimidated as we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
20 EXT. TIMES SQUARE - MORNING 20
Sun rises slowly over the now fully-assembled platform in the
belly of Times Square.
It's a wide, red-carpeted structure stretching almost fully
across the street, with bleachers either side holding rows of
chairs.
In the centre, the mock courtroom has pride of place, looking
like it's been plucked straight off the set of 'Judge Judy.'
The lights, colours and sounds of the surrounding buildings
keep the scene looking busy, even though a Task Force cordon
has the area secured for now.
A handful of NEWS TEAMS are already in attendance, prepping
their shots and lights for later as the ANCHORS sip coffee
and go over scripts.
A LIMO rolls up to the cordon, more police officers on
standby as Wilkins emerges, sheepskin coat on against the
chilly morning.
He beams, unable to conceal his pride as he looks over the
platform. The news anchors spot him and hurry over.
First on the scene is JULIA GUTIERREZ, quickly shrugging off
her coat and going straight into Camera Mode:
JULIA
Mr. Mayor, can we get a few words
from you about what to expect
today?
WILKINS
(solemn)
Justice.
JULIA
And as for the captured terrorist
Violet Bowen, can you give us any
more information about her
involvement in last night's
attacks?
WILKINS
I'm sure the trial itself will tell
the public all they need to know,
but it's safe to say that this is
far from the only criminal activity
she's engaged in.
Task Force troopers step in to usher the reporters back
behind the cordon.
Wilkins offers them a cheery wave as Woods exits the limo,
arms overflowing with folders and papers.
WILKINS (cont'd)
(almost giggling)
Did you hear that? 'Justice.' Oh,
how I kept a straight face saying
that, I'll never know...
Woods is struggling with his load, but Wilkins doesn't even
register his distress.
WOODS
Uh, sir, we'll need you to, ah,
sign these...
He tries to offer Wilkins some PAPERS but ends up spilling
half his load onto the floor, scrabbling to recover it.
WILKINS
You know, Mr. Woods, if you're
going to last five minutes as my
new PA, then you're going to have
to roll out your 'A' game when
we're out in public.
WOODS
(grovelling)
Yes, sir, of course, sir, it's
just, I, uh, I still have a ton of
work waiting back at Special
Projects, and -
WILKINS
That's not today's priority. Making
sure all of that -
(indicates courtroom)
- goes off without a hitch is.
Wilkins peers up at the cloudy morning sky, shielding his
eyes against the sun.
WILKINS (cont'd)
Fine day for it, too. And the
absolute last time of day Faith and
her buddies will be expecting to
meet the fruits of our science
experiment.
(to Woods)
Assuming your promises about their
efficiency were on the nose?
WOODS
Absolutely on the nose. Sir.
WILKINS
Marvellous! Right.
(claps hands together)
I think it's time for some coffee.
He stares at Woods for a beat. Woods catches up.
WOODS
Oh! Oh. Uh... coming right up, sir.
Woods scurries off obediently, leaving Wilkins to return to
marvelling at the stage before we CUT TO:
21 INT. ST. VINCENT'S - RECEPTION - MORNING 21
Dawn is sitting cross-legged on one of the waiting room
chairs, her LAPTOP perched on her knees as she types. She
looks pretty bleary-eyed, pausing to YAWN widely.
A cup of COFFEE is held into frame - she looks up to see
Scott, and takes the coffee from him.
DAWN
What time is it?
SCOTT
Early. You've been on that thing
all night.
DAWN
Had a lot to do.
Dawn makes to take a swig of coffee, but pauses. She glances
suspiciously at Scott.
SCOTT
Right, because I'd slip something
into your coffee while we were
waiting at a hospital.
A beat. Dawn shrugs - fair enough - and gulps it down.
DAWN
Any news?
SCOTT
Noa's out of surgery. Doctor
Keating said her internal injuries
are pretty rough, but she's past
the worst of it. Doesn't think
she'll be out of here any time
soon.
DAWN
When can we go see her?
SCOTT
Just waiting for one of the nurses
to come back and tell me.
(off laptop)
Getting anywhere with those files?
DAWN
Oh, heck yeah. Pryor knew how to
come up with a hell of a plan' B,'
that's for sure.
He takes a seat, sips his own coffee. He notices Dawn giving
him a sideways look.
SCOTT
Am I scoring any points back?
DAWN
Hard to say.
She tries to act aloof - but can't hide a GRIN.
NURSE O.S.)
Detective?
Scott rises as the Nurse from last night approaches.
NURSE
Noa's awake and asking for somebody
named 'Faith.' Does that mean
anything to you?
SCOTT
It's her -
DAWN
(over him)
Her room mate. She's away at the
moment. Don't worry. I'm said
roomie's little sister.
The Nurse looks to Scott for confirmation, who nods.
NURSE
Alright, then. Follow me.
Dawn gets up, Scott taking back his jacket as the duo follow
the Nurse, and we CUT TO:
22 INT. ASYLUM - CANTEEN - MORNING 22
Jerry and the others are preparing for war - what tables and
desks remain standing are home to a wide variety of WEAPONS
and EQUIPMENT.
Faith enters, looking like she had a long night. Jerry is
made aware of her return and moves to meet her.
JERRY
Hey.
FAITH
Morning.
JERRY
How did it go?
FAITH
Little sticky at the start, but I
think I came out of it alright.
(off look)
They told you where I went, didn't
they?
JERRY
(nods)
You were right. I would have tried
to stop you.
She just smirks, heading for the table to join the others.
FAITH
We all set?
ALICE
More or less. I've got Carter and
Angelique on a final sweep to make
sure the Asylum's secure
Becca lets out a little SNORT of laughter.
FAITH
Something funny?
BECCA
No, no, nothing.
(off looks)
Oh, come on. I can't be the only
one who's seen the way those two
keep looking at each other.
ROB
Huh. Guess size really doesn't
matter.
ALICE
Any word on Noa?
FAITH
Dawn checked in, they were just
going in to see her. She made it
through surgery. Still in the ICU,
though.
JERRY
That's better than the alternative.
Faith scans over the assembled weapons and gear.
FAITH
This all we got?
ROSIE
How much were you expecting?
FAITH
I dunno. Coupla rocket launchers,
maybe.
ROSIE
Must've left those in our other
stash of weapons.
FAITH
It'll have to do.
She grabs a bulky duffel bag, heaving it up and over one
shoulder.
FAITH (cont'd)
Grab what you can. We're moving out
in ten.
She starts to walk away, but stops at:
JERRY
Faith? Don't you want to... I don't
know, say a few words?
Faith turns. Scans the expectant faces of her team.
FAITH
Anything I say is gonna sound like
'goodbye.' Everybody know their
part in the plan?
A chorus of nods and affirmations.
FAITH (cont'd)
Then that's all there is to say.
With that, she heads for the exit. The others resume their
packing.
LUCINDA
Well, that was encouraging.
She SIGHS as she gets back to work, and we CUT TO:
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