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TEASER
FADE IN:
1 EXT. HIGH STREET/BANK - DAY 1
Typical high street, people strolling up and down and in and
out of various shop fronts.
There's a BANK here, its glass frontage reflecting the
sunlight as its modern architecture stands out between the
older buildings either side.
FOLLOW a slender, pretty young BLONDE as she sashays up the
street, pulling open one of the doors and entering:
2 INT. BANK - FOYER - NEXT 2
She pauses just by the entrance and looks around - the
minimalist style continues inside, all straight lines and
neutral colours.
The Blonde heads for an ATM, careful eyes scanning the room
as she retrieves her wallet.
She locks gazes with a petite ASIAN GIRL waiting in line by
one of the teller stations, a barely noticeable nod passing
between them.
Blonde slots her card into the machine and punches up an
account number. She hits a button:
ON SCREEN the balance display reads a big fat $0.
Blonde looks up and round again - this time picking up a
classy-looking PALE BLONDE over by one of the financial
advisor's desks.
They're having a discussion about something, the girl's
clothes oozing casual opulence.
Pale Blonde leans back in her chair and glances round,
registering the other Blonde and again nodding to acknowledge
her.
Blonde withdraws her card and steps away from the ATM,
heading back for the door when:
Two more GIRLS burst in, the first swiping the security
guard's gun and PISTOL-WHIPPING him with it as the second
shuts the door and wedges a CROWBAR between the handles!
The first is SKINNY, pale and has brightly-coloured hair,
while the other is a dark-skinned NATIVE AMERICAN, both girls
with bandanas to cover their features.
Before anybody can register their attack, Skinny hurls a TIN
CAN across the foyer, which BOUNCES to a halt - then HISSES
as thick clouds of WHITE SMOKE start to pump out of it!
Finally, people start to SHOUT in alarm, customers huddling
together and COUGHING as the smoke spreads.
The two girls make for the teller station quickly, more
GUARDS moving to intercept them:
But one guard is felled as a large CHAIR smashes across his
back, and as he drops it reveals Pale Blonde was the
attacker!
She's got her own face covered against the smoke now,
throwing a mock salute to the two intruders.
Another draws his gun and aims at the Native girl, before his
gun is KICKED away - by the Asian girl!
A KNEE driven into his gut drops him, and an ELBOW to the
back of the neck leaves him down. She takes his GUN and KEYS
as she pulls her neckscarf up to cover her face, tossing the
gun to Blonde.
Her own features now concealed behind a thick scarf, Blonde
falls in behind Skinny and Native as they head for the
tellers, the Native girl SHOVING customers to one side as she
works crowd control.
The Asian girl takes a bulky electronic device from her bag,
sticking it on one counter and switching it on.
As they approach the TELLER, the terrified woman's hand
reaches for a silent alarm button beneath her desk:
SKINNY
(American)
Ah, ah.
She pulls a rusty but deadly home-made CROSSBOW from her bag,
aiming it at the teller.
SKINNY (cont'd)
I know what you're thinking - 'that
thing can't possibly get through
this reinforced glass!' But ask
yourself this - would I be aiming
it at your heart if I knew it
couldn't?
The teller hesitates - then slowly withdraws her hand.
SKINNY (cont'd)
Good girl.
She looks to her side - where Blonde has another member of
staff in an ARMLOCK, forcing her to enter the code to open
the access door into the teller's booths.
Once it's open, the two Blondes swoop inside, while the Asian
girl uses the guard's keys to open another door.
3 INT. BANK - TELLER'S BOOTHS - NEXT 3
Using the guard's gun, Blonde keeps the handful of tellers in
their seats as the Pale Blonde approaches the first teller.
PALE BLONDE
(crisp, educated)
Sorry to have to do this to you on
a Saturday, darling, but if you
wouldn't mind keeping out of the
way?
She PUSHES the teller's chair back, and she hurtles back
against the wall!
Reaching for the register, Pale Blonde simply YANKS the
drawer open, grabbing handfuls of NOTES and stuffing them
into her purse.
BLONDE
Same goes for the rest of you.
You'll save time by not making us
repeat ourselves.
One by one, the tellers do as they're told as we CUT TO:
4 INT. BANK - VAULT ROOM - NEXT 4
The Asian girl is joined by Skinny, as the former opens the
first security gate with her purloined keys.
SKINNY
We're behind. Go faster.
ASIAN
You really think we're going to
have every key we need to get
through? We need to find one of the
vault managers!
SKINNY
You're right. Let me go find one.
She reaches into her bag - and takes out a bundle of PLASTIC
EXPLOSIVES!
SKINNY (cont'd)
And oh look, here he is.
Asian rolls her eyes, running out of keys to use to get past
the final gate.
ASIAN
I'm out.
SKINNY
Stand back and cover your ears.
Pretty sure I made the sort that
actually goes 'boom' this time.
ASIAN
'Pretty' sure?
Ignoring that, Skinny quickly pats wads of the explosive
around the gate frame, running detonator wires from each
piece.
5 INT. BANK - FOYER - NEXT 5
Reconvening, the Blondes and the Native girl look towards the
open door the others went through.
NATIVE
They are taking too long.
PALE BLONDE
Patience is a virtue, dear.
BLONDE
Not when we're ripping off a bank,
it isn't.
There's a muffled BOOM - followed by clanging ALARMS.
PALE BLONDE
Oh, good. She got it right this
time.
BLONDE
Let's go!
The girls race into the vault:
6 INT. BANK - VAULT - NEXT 6
Where the other two girls are stuffing more cash into bags,
the smoking gate frame behind them.
The others join them, Pale Blonde glancing at the larger BANK
VAULT door to their left.
SKINNY
Forget it. We don't have the tools
or the time.
ASIAN
Always next time, right?
SKINNY
And that's why she's on the team,
everyone.
BLONDE
(checks watch)
Two minutes over. Police'll be here
any -
Sure enough, SIRENS can be heard in the distance.
SKINNY
(to Native)
You know the exit strategy. Go
start it up.
She nods, stealing out of the room. With their bags full,
Skinny and Asian get up to leave, the Blondes falling in
behind them.
7 EXT. BANK - REAR ENTRANCE- NEXT 7
With a SMASH, the fire exit door is KICKED OPEN, the girls
pouring out into a small yard behind the bank.
The sirens are much louder now as they head for the various
BINS lining the area - each girl retrieving a piece of
metallic equipment from a bin.
Skinny quickly assembles them, slotting the pieces together
to create what looks like a scrap-built JETSKI.
Native is already heaving up a MANHOLE COVER to the rear,
Skinny wedging the jetski down and letting it fall to the
sewers below.
With a nod, she DROPS down into the hole, the others
following:
8 INT. SEWERS - NEXT 8
As Blonde is the last to arrive with a SPLASH, the others are
already waiting.
The jetski has the money bags packed onto it, each girl
holding onto a handle sticking from the body, half submerged
in the filthy sewer water.
SKINNY
What are you waiting for? Grab on!
She does as she's told, Skinny hitting a button on the
jetski's body.
An ENGINE starts up, the machine pulling away and almost
dragging the girls along with it, speeding them away from the
scene.
9 EXT. BANK - NEXT 9
Outside the bank, the police have just managed to SMASH
through the barricaded doors, officers flooding inside as we
start to PULL BACK:
10 INT. CAMPUS - BRIEFING ROOM - DAY 10
To find we're watching events via a NEWS BROADCAST on a TV
set in the Academy briefing room.
B SQUAD are watching, with FRANKIE and MADISON behind them.
MALLORY is the first to speak as she WHISTLES, impressed.
MALLORY
Damn. They're good.
BLACK OUT:
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
11 INT. CAMPUS - BRIEFING ROOM - DAY 11
Back with the girls as the TV is switched off, and Frankie
lowers the video screen.
She switches it on - smaller displays showing other news
reports as a list of dates and locations scrolls down
alongside.
FRANKIE
What you just witnessed was the
latest 'eist courtesy of the I.O.G.
Girls, as they 'ave christened
themselves, on a Bank of Scotland
branch this last Saturday.
MALLORY
Smart time to hit a bank. Winding
down for the day, fewer customers,
plenty of crowds to lose yourselves
in afterwards.
Frankie hits a button and up come crime scene photos of the
various home-made devices the robbers used.
FRANKIE
They used a variety of 'and-made
devices during the robbery, from
smoke grenades to mobile phone
jammers.
REIKO
You can make those at home?
FRAN
Why are we being told about this?
So they're an all-girl team of bank
robbers. Yay for them. Let the
police handle it.
FRANKIE
They are not just 'girls,'
Francesca.
MELA
They're Slayers?
FRANKIE
(nods)
Reports of exceptional strength and
agility, feats that only girls with
our - your level of strength could
perform.
She brings up more photos from the heist to illustrate her
point.
MADISON
All of which means they are your
absolute worst nightmare right now.
A walking PR disaster just waiting
to be exploited by the gutter
press.
REIKO
So what's our plan? Bring them in?
FRANKIE
In a manner of speaking, oui. You
are to locate and approach these
girls first, learn as much about
them as you can, and convince them
to return with you to the Academy.
MALLORY
They'll never do that. Why should
they?
MELA
Besides which, why are we doing
that instead of just handing them
over to the police?
MADISON
We have reason to believe they're
gathering resources for
increasingly larger scale jobs,
given the escalation of their
crimes over the last few years.
FRAN
Years?
FRANKIE
They 'ave remained off our radar
until recently because officially,
they do not exist. No National
Insurance numbers, no passports, no
bank accounts, nothing. They are
like ghosts.
REIKO
Ghosts we can handle. Bank robbers?
Little more tricky.
MELA
Plus, if they really are Slayers,
that means we'll be fighting our
own.
FRAN
With the eyes on us at the moment,
that's not going to look good
either.
MADISON
I'm sure none of you need reminding
that Tale Of The Slayer opens next
week - the spotlight's never been
brighter on all of you. This is a
situation that needs to be handled
immediately.
MALLORY
And I s'pose A Squad are all tied
up getting their hair and makeup
ready for the premiere, right?
FRANKIE
(stern)
They 'ave other duties, Mallory. Do
not use that as an excuse for
flippancy.
MALLORY
Course not. I imagine they're
running round in circles right now,
trying to get everything done in
time, eh?
Smirking, she leans back in her chair, hands behind her head,
as we CUT TO:
12 EXT. CAMPUS - PLAYING FIELDS - DAY 12
Out in a nook sectioned off from the main playing fields by a
high wall of shrubs, SOFIA sits on the ground, legs crossed,
eyes closed.
She inhales deeply and exhales slowly, her meditative
demeanour suggesting she's concentrating.
SOFIA
I don't feel any less stressed.
She squints open one eye - to find LADY HUANG sitting
opposite her, in the same pose.
HUANG
Because you are not trying to
relax, Sofia.
SOFIA
A film based on my entire sad,
sorry story so far is coming out
next week.
Not exactly a recipe for sunshine
and hollow chocolate bunnies, is
it?
HUANG
The more you allow you fears about
what the public will make of this
film to take root, the longer it
will take you to dispose of them.
SOFIA
Let's just assume they've well and
truly taken root and move on to
Phase Two, shall we? Delaney said
she can get hold of some industrial
strength sedatives that should keep
me -
Huang opens her eyes with a SIGH, admitting defeat. Sofia
chews her lips, wriggling on the spot.
SOFIA (cont'd)
And, my leg hurts. Pins and
needles. Does that mean I'm not
doing this right?
HUANG
I...
SOFIA
Actually, never mind.
With difficulty, Sofia disentangles herself and stands,
dusting her clothes down.
SOFIA (cont'd)
Sorry. I don't mean to seem
disrespectful, especially with all
the hard work you're putting into
helping mentally prepare me for all
of this, but... it just feels like
far, far more than I'm ready for.
HUANG
What is it you think will happen?
SOFIA
Apart from being pelted with rotten
fruit the minute I arrive at the
Leicester Square Odeon, you mean?
Which, by the way, reminds me to
give Madison bloody Riley a slap
for booking us into that
monstrosity of a publicity engine.
What happened to 'low key'?
HUANG
Nothing about your current
situation is 'low key,' Sofia.
SOFIA
Don't I know it! The phone's
ringing off the hook for last
minute interview requests, and
whenever I find one I like I have
to turn it down because of missions
that keep coming up! Steve Jones is
going to think I can't stand him,
the number of times I've cancelled
on an E4 slot...
Huang rises, placing her hands on Sofia's shoulders. Sofia
lets out a breath, Huang smiling down warmly at her.
HUANG
You are afraid that after baring
your soul to the world, people will
hate what they see, is that
correct?
SOFIA
(sniffs)
I mean, I like Steve Jones...
HUANG
Even tragic stories can inspire
good in people, Sofia. Many of the
world's most beautiful and
memorable tales are those woven
with pain and anguish. Plays,
songs, paintings - it doesn't
matter what form the story takes,
as long as the audience connect
with the journey.
SOFIA
I don't connect with my 'journey.'
How will anybody going to see the
story of my life come out thinking
I'm anything more than a... than
a...
HUANG
Murderer?
Sofia's spine freezes. She hugs her arms to herself.
HUANG (cont'd)
That's what you're most afraid of,
isn't it?
SOFIA
I've done... questionable things.
HUANG
And yet here you stand. A champion.
Still battling to save the world
and everyone in it, even after
suffering trials that would have
broken the will of many a lesser
man or woman.
Sofia looks up at Huang, who nods.
HUANG (cont'd)
I have only known you personally a
short time, but already I have seen
enough of the fire that burns
within you to know such passion
does not die so easily.
SOFIA
(weak smile)
You know, you'd probably make a
good living out of writing greeting
cards...
HUANG
Come. Let me show you another
breathing technique. All you need
is a moment and it will steady both
your heart rate and your nerves. I
imagine you will find it useful
should this 'Steve Jones' call
again.
Huang sits back down, patting the ground before her. After a
beat, Sofia joins her, adopting the same posture as before.
HUANG (cont'd)
Now. With me. Breathe in slowly...
Sofia shuts her eyes and starts to breathe in...
CUT TO:
13 INT. CAMPUS - GYM - DAY 13
WHAM! And a FIST slams into a red PUNCHING BAG with enough
force to send its bearer staggering back several feet.
TORI looks up from behind the bag, clad in training gear and
scowling angrily over at:
SKYE, sweat dripping from her as she hops from foot to foot,
hands clenching into fists.
TORI
Go for my throat next time, why
don't you?
SKYE
You wanted to train. We're
training. So shut up.
TORI
Yeah, 'train.' The purpose is that
you aim for the punching bag, not
try to knock my organs out of
alignment through it.
SKYE
Heads up!
She sends a SPIN KICK flying at Tori, who only just gets the
bag up in time.
The impact BLASTS it out of her hands, sending both Tori and
the bag sprawling on the floor.
SKYE (cont'd)
Too slow. Your reflexes suck for a
vampire.
Tori SNARLS as she sits up, Skye still defiantly hopping
before her.
TORI
You're trying to piss me off,
aren't you? Start a fight so you
can stake me and claim it was all
self defence?
SKYE
Now why would I do a thing like
that?
TORI
Because we both know how much your
stomach turns every time you have
to look at me, that's why.
Tori takes her time getting back up, retrieving the punching
bag and resuming her previous position before Skye.
TORI (cont'd)
But you know you can't do that.
You're stuck with me just as I'm
stuck with you. So all you can do
is -
POW! Skye DROP-KICKS the bag and knocks Tori back several
feet.
TORI (cont'd)
(roars)
That's it!
She HURLS the bag to one side, VAMPING OUT as she rushes Skye
with a bestial ROAR!
Skye's ready for her, jinking to one side and HIP TOSSING
Tori overhead.
Tori lands on her feet - which Skye tries to SWEEP from
beneath her, but Tori nimbly HOPS over her outstretched leg.
She drops a mid-air PUNCH down across Skye's jaw, but Skye
counters by snapping her ELBOW into Tori's arm and then her
FISTS into her shoulder.
Tori CRIES OUT and staggers back, Skye pressing her advantage
with a SNAP KICK to Tori's gut.
She goes for a second, SPINNING on her heel, but Tori GRABS
the leg and FLIPS Skye up and over.
Before Skye can land, Tori TACKLES her with a YELL, driving
them both to the floor.
Tori rains down several PUNCHES on Skye, pinning her to the
ground, before Skye BUCKS to push Tori up and then HEADBUTTS
her in the midriff.
Tori rolls back off her, and Skye is quick to grab her from
behind, ensnaring Tori in a tight HEADLOCK.
Tori struggles, but Skye's got her held fast - and after a
few moments, Tori eases off, grimacing against the pressure
but no longer fighting back.
TORI (cont'd)
What are you waiting for? Do it!
Skye HISSES, keeping her grip firm.
TORI (cont'd)
I know you want to. Twist just a
little harder and snap! One problem
in particular turns to dust.
SKYE
Shut up!
TORI
Stop fighting it, Skye! We both
know the second you find a way
around what you need to keep me
here for, you'll drive a stake
through my heart faster than
anybody can tell you not to. So why
bother waiting until then?
SKYE
You... you don't know...
TORI
I don't know what? What it's like
to take another Slayer's life? Of
course I do!
Skye squeezes tighter, but this just makes Tori angrier.
TORI (cont'd)
You didn't put me in a sleeper hold
so you could knock me out. You
wanted to know if you could get
this close to pulling my head off
and still back away from it.
(beat)
So? Can you or not?
SKYE
I'm warning you...
TORI
Because if you can, hurry up and do
it already so this nightmare can be
over for both of us!
Skye hesitates - and with a GRUNT, Tori drives an elbow back
into Skye's gut, wriggling out of the headlock and flipping
Skye onto her back.
Tori clamps one hand round her throat, pinning Skye down and
raising one fist over her.
TORI (cont'd)
Because if you don't...
A HAND snaps round her raised wrist - Tori turns to see
DELANEY, shaking her head.
DELANEY
(cool)
You need to back off. Right now.
Tori holds her gaze - then DE-VAMPS with a shake of her head.
She yanks her wrist free from Delaney's grip, stepping off
the downed Skye.
Skye's up in an instant, but Delaney gets between her and
Tori before she can resume the offensive.
DELANEY (cont'd)
What? What are you gonna do, Skye?
Huh? Kill her?
SKYE
(spits)
She knows that's what I want to do!
DELANEY
And we all know you can't! If
anything happens to her...
Skye PUSHES away from Delaney.
SKYE
I know, I know.
DELANEY
Hamish wins. He gets his hands on
the Slayer power, and we have the
literal end of the line.
Skye turns away, breathing hard. Delaney rounds on Tori.
DELANEY (cont'd)
And you -
TORI
Ah, stow it, Delaney. Nothing you
can say to me that'll make me feel
any worse.
DELANEY
Not interested. This death wish
thing you're pulling? Getting very
old now. After Debbie -
TORI
After Debbie what? Gave her life to
keep me alive? You honestly think I
feel good about that? What part of
me is worth saving?
DELANEY
Whatever she saw in you that made
her do it.
Tori doesn't have a comeback for that. Delaney steps back,
addressing them both.
DELANEY (cont'd)
I get that it's never gonna be
plain sailing when both of you are
in the same squad, really I do. But
acting like this? It's gonna get
someone else killed while you two
bitchfight one another in the
crossfire. Either sort this crap
out, or someone else will.
She turns on her heel and marches away, her point made. Tori
watches her go, then turns to Skye.
TORI
Skye...
She doesn't want to hear it. Skye heads straight for the
changing rooms without looking back.
TORI (cont'd)
(calling out)
She's right! We can't go on like
this! Skye! Are you listening?
ON SKYE as she clamps her eyes shut, TEARS falling even as
she fights to hold them in.
TORI (cont'd)
It's not one of us that'll end up
dead if we keep this dance going!
Is that what you want?
(beat)
Answer me!
But Skye keeps on walking, right INTO CAMERA and we CUT TO:
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