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16 EXT. MANHATTEN STREET - NIGHT 16
Scott exits the apartment building. He pulls jacket tight and
hunches against the cold air.
JESSIE (O.S)
You looking for me?
Scott walks down the street.
JESSIE (O.S) (cont'd)
Better pray you don't find me.
(beat)
Of all the things in this city...
We pan back to show Jessie is on a rooftop watching him.
JESSIE (cont'd)
... I'm the worst.
Jessie watches him for another beat, then turns and stalks
off screen, her duster sweeping round behind her with a
flourish, and we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
FADE IN:
17 INT. BAR - NIGHT 17
"Eat The Rich" by Motorhead is playing on the jukebox. A
variety of shady clientele occupy the tables and booths,
definitely giving off the impression of it being a rather
seedy establishment.
Scott enters the bar and as he heads over to the bar, he
receives a number of looks from the various clientele. He
just ignores them as he takes a seat at the end of the bar.
The bartender, a rather slimy guy by the name of SYRUS, comes
over to him.
SYRUS
Hey Scott, how ya' been? You on
duty?
Scott shakes his head. It's obvious that he knows Syrus but
can't stand the man.
SYRUS (cont'd)
So, what can I get ya'?
SCOTT
Gimme a beer.
Syrus gets a bottle of beer and snaps the top off. He puts it
on the bar in front of Scott.
SCOTT (cont'd)
I need some information.
SYRUS
Look, if it leads back to me...
SCOTT
I'm looking for a woman.
SYRUS
(smugly)
Well, you certainly came to the
right place.
SCOTT
(slightly annoyed)
A certain woman. About my height.
Dark hair. Dressed all in black.
Syrus hesitates for a moment. Pan over to show that Jessie is
watching from a dark alcove.
SYRUS
(nervously)
Sometimes she comes in here.
SCOTT
Name?
SYRUS
Huh?
SCOTT
What's her name?
SYRUS
(nervously)
I dunno. Keeps to herself most of
the time.
SCOTT
(seriously)
Don't gimme that shit, Syrus, I
know you know something so just cut
the crap already.
Jessie looks on curiously. She notices two suspicious looking
MEN at a table talking to each other, but usually keeping
their gaze on Scott. After a moment they get up from the
table, walk past Jessie and out the door.
Jessie looks on curiously, then directs her attention back on
Scott and Syrus, still deep in conversation.
SYRUS
Look, all I know is that this chick
is bad news.
SCOTT
She work for anyone?
SYRUS
Not that I know of. From what I've
heard she's pretty much a free
agent.
(beat)
Why you interested in her for?
SCOTT
You heard about what happened to
Robert Duke?
Syrus nods, and then realizes the reasoning behind Scott's
question.
SYRUS
You mean it was...
SCOTT
Yup. And I was there when it
happened.
After a moment or so, Scott finishes off his beer in one
final swig.
SCOTT (cont'd)
If you see her around, let me know.
SYRUS
Hey, if you're looking for her,
take my advice... don't. She's
nothing but trouble.
Scott just glares at Syrus as he reaches into his wallet,
pulls out two $1 dollar bills and tosses them onto the bar.
SCOTT
You wanna stay in business, take my
advice.
(heads for the exit)
Quit serving your customers that
'piss in a bottle' you call beer.
He shoves the door open and exits. Jessie takes this as her
cue to approach the bar, just as Syrus has finished putting
the two dollar tip into the cash register.
He turns around and sees Jessie.
SYRUS
Hey, you want the usual?
Jessie nods as she takes a seat at the bar. Syrus pours
something potent into a shot glass and sets it in front of
her. Jessie downs it in a single smooth motion then SLAMS the
glass down on the bar. There is a deliberate pause before she
speaks.
JESSIE
That cop that was just here, what'd
he want?
SYRUS
He asked about you, but I swear I
didn't tell him anything.
JESSIE
(disbelieving)
Yeah right.
SYRUS
Is it true what that cop said,
about you pushing Duke off the roof
of his club?
JESSIE
Yeah, so?
Syrus hesitates for a moment, uncertain whether to say
anything.
SYRUS
Well, not to put a finer point on
things, but that wasn't exactly a
smart move.
JESSIE
Yeah well, my general stupidity is
pretty well known around these
parts.
(beat)
Pour me another.
Syrus does so.
SYRUS
One more thing, you better keep an
eye on that cop.
(beat)
He's poking his nose in things that
ought not to be poked.
JESSIE
Tell me something I don't know.
She picks up the shot glass and again downs it in one gulp,
slamming the glass on the counter so hard it shatters.
There is a pause as Syrus shakes his head and takes out a
dustpan and wipes the shattered pieces into it with a towel.
Jessie turns around in her stool and sees the other patrons
of the bar staring at her.
JESSIE (cont'd)
What the hell are you staring at?
The other patrons go back to their own little worlds as
Jessie hops off the stool and exits the bar.
18 EXT. THE SHARK TANK - ALLEY - NIGHT 18
Scott walks down the alley near the Shark Tank, the same one
Duke died in earlier. He ducks under the line of yellow
police tape and approaches the chalk outline on the concrete,
and crouches beside it.
He reaches out with one hand finger, and slowly traces down
the center of where the head and neck would be. He looks at
his finger for a moment, pauses, then wipes it off on his
pants.
He looks up at the rooftop five stories above, the place
where Jessie and Duke were fighting.
He turns at a sudden sound. Beyond the police line Scott
spies a pair of HOBOS rummaging in a trash can. He sighs in
annoyance and looks back at the chalk outline.
HOBO (O.S.)
Hey, buddy...
Scott reaches into his pocket and pulls out a handful of
coins.
SCOTT
Looks, here's all the change I got.
He tosses the coins on the ground infront of the hobo without
turning round.
HOBO
I don't think you understand.
SCOTT
(not turning round)
Well, I don't have any booze on me.
(beat)
So there's nothing else I can think
of to give you.
HOBO
(deadly serious)
Oh, I wouldn't say that.
He slowly takes off his hood, revealing an ugly, distorted
demonic face beneath.
SCOTT
(irritated)
Look, pal, I've already...
Scott turns around and his eyes widen in shock as sees the
hobo's face. Scott stands there, frozen with fear and
confusion. The DEMON walks straight through the police tape,
ripping it down as he goes.
SCOTT (cont'd)
(trying to keep his cool)
T-T-this is a crime scene.
The demon just swats him aside. Scott goes flying, smashes
heavily against the brick wall and falls face first to the
ground. He slowly rolls onto his back and sit up, groggily.
JESSIE (O.S.)
Hey shitface!
The demon wheels around as Jessie's fist PUNCHES him dead in
the face. It's companion standing beside the trash can jumps
into the fray, taking a swipe at Jessie, PUNCHING her in the
face, knocking her back against the wall.
It makes another attempt, but she catches it's arm, TWISTS it
around its back, CRACKING some bones in the process.
She pushes the creature forward as the first demon rushes
her. She does a standing BACKFLIP, her foot catching the
demon under the chin with her foot, sending it stumbling
backwards.
Jessie's legs land onto the other demon's shoulders, and
tighten into a scissor lock, twists her body around, and
flings the demon's body through the air right into its
partner, knocking them both to the ground.
Jessie gets back to her feet and whips out a pair of daggers
from inside her coat.
JESSIE (cont'd)
Game over.
But she's taken by surprise as a third demon she hadn't even
noticed PLOWS into her from behind, slamming her into the
wall.
He grabs her, turns her around and slams her against the wall
again. One hand has her around the throat and CHOKES the air
out of her, while another hand holds down her left arm, and
yet another arm holds down the right arm.
Jessie coughs violently, desperately fighting for air. She
quickly KNEES him in the groin, elbows him in the face, stabs
the creature in both arms, sliding the blades downward and
slicing them open.
She quickly pockets her blades, reaches behind her for her
katana blade, and with one quick swipe, slices the demon's
head clean off his body.
The head tumbles and rolls over to Scott, who is suitably
freaked out by everything he's just witnessed. His face
contorts into a look of disgust as he sees the demon's head
slowly start to melt and dissolve into a gooey mass of
liquid.
One of the remaining demons realizes its out-matched and
scrambles up the nearby fire-escape. Jessie is about to
follow when she notices the other demon hovering over a
somewhat terrified Scott, who is sitting upright with his
back to the wall.
As it slowly descends over Scott's face, it opens it's mouth
and a spiked protuberance SNAPS out.
Scott manages to roll out of the way as the spike smashes
into the wall next to him.
Scott whips out his gun, places it point blank against the
side of the demon's head, pulls the trigger and the side of
its head explodes, splattering gooey yellow chunks all over
him as it keels over.
As Scott desperately wipes the fragments of demon brains off
his face and hair, he sees Jessie standing above him with a
look of concern. She reaches down to him, extending her hand.
JESSIE (cont'd)
You okay?
Seeing the proffered hand, Scott takes it as Jessie helps him
up. Scott is still trying to find his voice as he gets the
last bits off his body. He breathes heavily and eventually
says something.
SCOTT
Yeah, I think so.
(beat)
What's going on? Who... what are
they?
JESSIE
They're Duke's boys.
SCOTT
Now, wait a minute...
There is a weird sizzling sound. Scott turns to see the
demon's remains DISSOLVING into another puddle of gooey
greenish yellow liquid.
SCOTT (cont'd)
What the hell?
When he turns back Jessie is gone. Scott looks up to see her
already halfway up the fire-escape.
SCOTT (cont'd)
Not again...
He follows her up the ladder, awkwardly trailing Jessie's
graceful climb.
19 EXT. ROOFTOP - NEXT 19
We're back on the same rooftop from before, except now it's
been all cleaned and examined for evidence. Scott reaches the
roof to witness the demon and Jessie already in combat.
SCOTT
Round two.
He checks his weapon, cocks it and readies it, although he is
clearly confused about what to do. He doesn't even know whom
to shoot at.
SCOTT (cont'd)
Hold it! Both of you!
The demon charges Jessie and SLAMS her to the ground. It
rises to it's full height and roars, a bone chilling battle
cry.
JESSIE
(to Scott; angrily)
Beat it! You're making me lose
focus.
Scott moves in closer, trying to get a clear shot.
SCOTT
Freeze!
Suddenly the demon turns and smashes him in the face. The gun
slips from his hand and slides across the ground, coming to a
stop next to Jessie as the demon grabs Scott round the neck
and lifts him off the ground.
The demon closes it's hand around Scott's throat, pulls him
close to its face as it snarls and roars in Scott's face.
Suddenly a SHOT rings out. The demon drops Scott to the floor
as two more shots ring out in succession. The demon ROARS and
drops to its knees, wounds gushing greenish yellow blood. The
demon falls face first to the ground, quite dead.
Jessie stands just beyond, smoking gun in hand. Like it's
partners it begins to dissolve away. Scott just stares as he
slowly gets to his feet.
SCOTT (cont'd)
Whoa.
JESSIE
(noticing his look)
They tend to do that.
SCOTT
So I've noticed.
(regains composure)
I'll take that back now.
He reaches out to take the gun from Jessie. She flips the gun
around so that she is hold the barrel of the gun, making it a
bit easier for Scott.
He quickly takes the gun and places it back in his holster,
just as a drop of water falls onto his forehead. He looks up
to the sky as the downpour begins.
He sees that Jessie has turned her back on him. With her face
turned upwards to face the rain and her eyes closed as the
water runs over her face, she spreads her arms outwards to
welcome the deluge of rain.
Scott looks on, unsure of what to say, especially in light of
recent events.
With the raindrops running down her cheeks like tears, Jessie
laughs but there's nothing mirthful about the sound.
SCOTT (cont'd)
(awe-struck)
Who are you?
JESSIE
(beat)
I'm no one.
She flips over the edge of the roof. Scott runs up to see her
sliding down a drainpipe on the otherside.
SCOTT
Hey, wait a sec!
He clumsily follows, scrabbling down the pipe after Jessie.
He gets halfway down before he loses his grip and FALLS the
rest of the way, luckily into a loaded dumpster.
Jessie straddles her bike, an impressively powerful jet black
Harley Davidson, and fires it up. With a final look over to
the dumpster she roars off into the night.
Scott peers over the edge in time to see Jessie disappear
into the distance. He picks a banana peel out of his hair.
SCOTT (cont'd)
Great, looks like I'm 0 for 2.
Scott grimaces as he picks away more bits of trash, and we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
20 EXT. MANHATTAN - DAY 20
A high aerial shot of the island features the Statue of
Liberty prominently in the foreground then travels across the
harbour, over Battery Park and Lower Manhattan. The rising
sun reflects off a hundred windows in orange fire.
21 INT. SCOTT'S APARTMENT - DAY 21
Scott's place is a typical bachelor pad, in other words it's
a mess. Aside from a couple of empty fast food containers
here and there, the tiny kitchen area is a lot tidier than
the lounge. Papers and reports lie scattered around the
living room along with the odd criminology book. Much of the
clutter is on the coffee table, usually consisting of a few
comic books and magazines.
Scott is lying on a black pleather couch, fast asleep. On his
lap rests the casefile he's been studying all night.
The sound of the DOORBELL disturbs his slumber. He stretches,
yawns, and begins to rise. The doorbell sounds again.
SCOTT
(calling toward the door)
Yeah, yeah, I'm comin', I'm comin'.
The doorbell rings a third time.
SCOTT (cont'd)
Keep your panties on!
He pulls the door open to find Jennifer standing on his
doorstep with her arms crossed. Although she is casually
dressed, it is still a stark contrast to Scott's disheveled
appearance.
Both take a moment to look each other over.
JENNIFER
Why didn't you answer the phone
last night?
SCOTT
(confused)
What?
JENNIFER
I called your cell and your house
number about ten times last night,
no response!
SCOTT
Who are you, my mother?
Jennifer just looks at Scott for a moment.
JENNIFER
No, just her messenger.
(beat; sighs)
Mind if I come in?
Scott steps aside to allow her in without a word.
Jennifer steps inside and looks around, taking in the
apartment, and sees the phone on his wall is unplugged. She
then turns to see the mess in his living room.
JENNIFER (cont'd)
Still living like a slob I see.
SCOTT
Yeah well, the maid's been sick,
you know how it is.
Scott moves into the kitchen as Jennifer takes a seat on the
couch, putting her purse down on the floor, and moving some
files onto the coffee table.
SCOTT (cont'd)
Coffee?
JENNIFER
Sure. Cream, two sugars.
Scott begins to prepare two mugs of instant coffee, turning
on the coffee maker as he casually glances at the clock. He
closes his eyes and sighs heavily when he realizes that it's
nearly midday.
SCOTT
So Mom called you last night?
JENNIFER
Yeah, she tried calling you last
night several times, then called me
up all in hysterics.
(beat)
Took me nearly twenty minutes to
calm her down.
SCOTT
(mock grandiose)
Well, I certainly appreciate the
pains you've taken on my behalf.
Scott returns with two cups of coffee, handing one to
Jennifer before taking a seat next to her on the couch.
SCOTT (cont'd)
And here is a cup of java juice for
your trouble, madam.
JENNIFER
(annoyed)
Oh, shut up!
Scott just smirks as he takes a sip from his cup. Jennifer
takes a sip from her own cup as she take notices of the file
sitting on the armrest next to Scott.
JENNIFER (cont'd)
Still taking your work home with
you?
(beat)
You ever think you might be working
too hard?
SCOTT
Maybe.
(takes sip)
Is that what Mom was worried about?
JENNIFER
Yeah, and it's partly why I'm here.
She wanted me to check in on you.
SCOTT
(sarcastic)
How thoughtful, and here I assumed
you actually cared.
JENNIFER
(serious)
Stop it.
(beat)
You didn't answer my question, why
didn't you answer your phones last
night?
SCOTT
I had a rough night, didn't feel
like talking to anybody.
Takes another sip from the mug, then looks down thoughtfully.
SCOTT (cont'd)
(without looking up)
Jen, can I tell you something
without you thinking I'm crazy?
Jennifer sees that he's serious and gives him her full
attention.
SCOTT (cont'd)
You remember that girl I told you
about, the one I saw at the Shark
Tank that tossed Duke off the roof?
She nods.
SCOTT (cont'd)
I saw her again last night.
Jen puts down her mug, clearly interested.
JENNIFER
What happened?
SCOTT
Well... I went back to the alley
where Duke was killed, to see if I
could find... something.
(beat)
I was attacked by a couple of
thugs, but... they weren't human.
JENNIFER
(confused)
What?
SCOTT
(beat)
They were... I don't know what they
were. She said they worked for
Duke.
Scott looks as though he isn't sure how to continue.
JENNIFER
Go on.
SCOTT
Well, they attacked us, then... we
killed them.
Jennifer is a little taken aback by this, but gives her pause
for thought.
JENNIFER
All of them? Then where are the
bodies?
SCOTT
(hesitantly)
They, um... melted.
JENNIFER
(disbelief)
'Melted'?
(beat)
Like the Wicked Witch of the West
melted?
SCOTT
Dammit, I know what I saw!
JENNIFER
(holds up hands)
Alright, I'm sorry!
SCOTT
I mean, obviously I can't put that
in my report without the captain
and half the department thinking
I'm nuts.
JENNIFER
I already think you're nuts... but
I believe you.
Scott looks at Jennifer in disbelief.
SCOTT
Really?
She nods.
SCOTT (cont'd)
Why?
She looks down for a moment, taking a moment to compose her
words carefully.
JENNIFER
Mind if I tell you something
without you thinking I'm crazy?
Scott raises an eyebrow in curiosity, and gives Jennifer his
undivided attention.
JENNIFER (cont'd)
Duke's body is gone.
SCOTT
What?
JENNIFER
Duke's body, it disappeared.
Jennifer picks up the coffee mug.
SCOTT
Did someone steal it?
Jennifer shakes her head.
JENNIFER
Last night, I was getting ready to
perform the autopsy when...
She seems pretty much to be groping for the right words,
while at the same time struggling to come to grips with what
she is trying to say.
Scott sees this, and places a comforting hand on her hand.
SCOTT
It's okay.
Jennifer nods, takes a breath, shrugs off Scott's hand and
continues.
JENNIFER
I was just about to make the first
incision when... he grabbed me.
(beat)
He looked right at me and then... I
don't know, I must've blacked out
cuz the next thing I know I'm
waking up on the floor and his body
was gone.
Scott sits back, trying to digest all that Jennifer has
revealed.
JENNIFER (cont'd)
Scott, what does it mean?
(beat)
He was dead, I mean he couldn't
have just walked out, could he?
Scott sighs, annoyed.
SCOTT
I don't know.
(beat)
But it is pretty damn obvious that
girl, whoever she is, knows more
than we do.
JENNIFER
I hope so.
(beat)
Speaking of which...
She reaches for her purse and pulls out a file folder.
JENNIFER (cont'd)
... I brought this for ya. Looks
like your hunch checked out. The
guys from the lab lifted the prints
from your gun.
Turns out our mystery girl has a
record.
(hands over the file)
Her name is...
SCOTT
(opening file)
Jessica Wallace.
(beat)
Charming.
Inside the folder is a report on Jessie. Attached by a
paperclip is a photo of Jessie, much younger, a teenager.
Though she looks much older, as though stresses and torments
have aged her.
SCOTT (cont'd)
I'll have an APB put out on her.
Now we got a name, tracking her
down shouldn't be a problem.
JENNIFER
I dunno, Scott. Something tells me
this girl's got more tricks up her
sleeve than Criss Angel.
Scott looks up at her, then back down at the photograph, and
as we push in on that we MATCH CUT to:
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