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Date Posted: 17:15:54 08/11/02 Sun
Author: J
Subject: Act One
In reply to: Jonny 's message, "Ripper 02- spectacularly unedited" on 17:13:20 08/11/02 Sun

ACT ONE

Interior, Seth's Apartment, Late Morning
There's a loud knocking on the door. SETH stirs in his sleep. He's still wearing his clothes from the night before. There's a small amount of stubble already on his face. He's a mess. The knocking gets louder.

SETH
I'm coming! I'm coming!

He gets to his feet slowly as the knocking continues. He cringes as he grabs his neck, which is still sore from his encounter with Julia.

SETH
(continued)
For God's sake! I said I was coming!

SETH opens the door. He can't believe what he's seeing.

SETH
(continued)
Holy shit. Rob!

The YOUNG MAN from the station is standing in front of him. His name is ROB.

ROB
Hey, man.

SETH moves forward and hugs ROB.

SETH
It's been forever! What're you doing here?

ROB
You know. This and that.

ROB looks left and right nervously. He speaks with a sense of urgency.

ROB
(continued)
Can I come in?

ROB seems nervous. SETH raises an eyebrow.

SETH
What's wrong, mate?

ROB
Stuff. Bad stuff.

SETH
[pointedly]
Nothing entirely new. What is it?

ROB
Someone's after me. I... I can't... Look,
I'll explain.

SETH pops his head out of the door and looks around cautiously.

SETH
There're not here are they?

ROB
N-no. But they will be. Please, mate.
For the love of...

SETH
Just come in!

ROB
Thanks, man! Seriously. You're a legend!

ROB walks into the apartment and looks around.

ROB
(continued)
Wow. It's dark in here.


Interior, Giles' Flat, Main Room, Midday
GILES sits on his sofa, flicking through a phone directory.

GILES
Furniture repairs... furniture repairs...

The phone suddenly starts ringing. GILES answers it quickly.

GILES
(continued)
Emily?

He's sorely disappointed. QUENTIN TRAVERS is on the other line.

TRAVERS
[Voice-Over]
Well, that wasn't my name last I heard,
Rupert.

GILES
[disappointed]
Ah. Quentin. What do you want?

TRAVERS
[Voice-Over]
I take it you haven't heard.

GILES
Heard what?

TRAVERS
[Voice-Over]
Jeremiah is dead.

The colour drains from GILES'S face.

GILES
Jeremiah... But... I spoke to him only
yesterday.

TRAVERS
[Voice-Over]
I understand. He never contacted us after
your meeting. From what a group we've
sent in have ascertained, he was... this is
rather difficult to say... burnt from the
inside by a... demonic energy or so it
seems.

GILES
[under his breath]
Julia...

TRAVERS
[Voice-Over]
Excuse me?

GILES
I... I think I know the cause of his death.
It's, uh, it's been dealt with appropriately.

GILES removes his glasses and rubs his eyes.

GILES
(continued)
You have my sympathy. If you give me
the details of Jeremiah's funeral I'll make
sure that I'm there.

TRAVERS
[Voice-Over]
We're in contact with his daughter. I'll
be sure to tell you. Now...

GILES
Yes?

TRAVERS
[Voice-Over]
We're concerned about whether or not
you have had contact with the Slayer
recently.

GILES
Uh... no... not since I returned to California
for... personal reasons.

GILES' eyes move over to the framed photo of the Scoobies.

TRAVERS
[Voice-Over]
I understand. We have our own problems
at the moment. Security issues, you see.

GILES
[concerned]
Security? Is it serious?

TRAVERS
[Voice-Over]
Somewhat. But you shouldn't worry. Things
are in motion to deal with the problem.

GILES
Very well.

There is a short silence.

GILES
(continued)
Is there anything else?

TRAVERS
[Voice-Over]
Nothing really. We're just concerned with
your well-being, Rupert. The Council hasn't
heard from you in a long time.

GILES
I can assure you that I'm coping quite well.

TRAVERS [Voice-Over]
Any friends, then? Anyone new in your
life?

GILES frowns. He can tell something is up.

GILES
Um. No, not really. Same old, as they say.

TRAVERS
[Voice-Over]
I see. Well try not to go too mad. We're
a little concerned.

GILES
I'm... almost surprised.

TRAVERS doesn't seem to react.

TRAVERS
[Voice-Over]
And report to us more often if you encounter
anything like whatever it was you say killed
Jeremiah. We like to keeps tabs on demonic
activity, especially in this country.

GILES
Of course.

GILES puts the phone down without even a goodbye. He scowls at the phone.

GILES
(continued)
Pillock.


Exterior, Hotel, Bath, Midday
A black taxi pulls up outside a small, down market hotel. The side door opens and EMILY steps out. She hands some money to the driver.

EMILY
Keep the change.

The taxi drives off. EMILY walks towards the entrance to the hotel.


Interior, Hotel, Emily's Room, Midday
The door opens slightly. EMILY walks in and flicks on the light switch. She looks around and throws her handbag onto the bed. It hasn't been slept in.

EMILY sits down on the bed and looks towards the phone. She reaches towards it nervously and taps in a few keys. She waits a few seconds.

EMILY
Hello. Could I get an outside line? Um,
room thirty two. Thanks.

Another few seconds. EMILY starts to tap a few more keys on the phone. We hear it ringing.

EMILY
(continued)
Hello? Mr Peterson? It's Emily... Emily
Page. The woman who works for you.
Yes, that Emily.

We hear the vague sound of a voice on the other end of the phone.

EMILY
(continued)
I just wanted to tell you I'm coming back
today. Yeah, I'll be in work tomorrow
morning.

She sighs.

EMILY
(continued)
No. I guess I didn't find what I was looking
for.


Interior, Seth's Apartment, Living Room, Midday
ROB is sitting on the sofa in SETH'S living room. SETH comes from the kitchen carrying two cans of lager. He tosses one to ROB who catches it.

SETH
And those Italians, man!

ROB
Why the hell did the uni put them with
us? I swear, if they hadn't walked out
we'd have driven them insane!

SETH
No, you would have! You're the one who
ate that cake they were making.

ROB
Heh. Yeah. Blame the alcohol.

ROB opens the can in his hand with a hiss. He takes a few swigs.

SETH
Wasn't that your excuse after you
shagged...

ROB
[interrupting]
I thought we decided never to mention
that again. Ever!

They both laugh.

SETH
Fair enough. I'll keep my mouth shut.

ROB'S eyes look towards SETH'S computer.

ROB
So that's the old work tools, eh?

SETH
Uh-huh.

ROB
But not quite the world changing
reporter quite yet?

SETH
It takes time.

ROB
So it's dog shows and car boot sales,
then?

SETH
Hey! There's only a certain amount of
piss taking I can deal with!
[pause]
Anyway, I do have a little independent
stuff on the side. Probably planning on
writing a book on it or something.

ROB grins.

ROB
Independent? Like X-Files independent?
You were always into freaky stuff.

SETH
Well, there've been some interesting
murders over the past few days.

ROB
Murders. Interesting. Only you could
get those two words into the same
sentence.

SETH
I'm serious! I mean, yesterday I met
this guy who had a super ex after
his blood and.... I really shouldn't be
talking about this.

ROB
So what should you be talking about?

SETH looks pointedly at ROB.

SETH
Well, you for a start. Who's following you?

ROB
You know, as long as no one finds me
it's really not important.

SETH
If you want me to help you...

ROB
...I have to tell you. I know, but I really
don't want to, mate.

SETH
I'm a friend. Just tell me.

ROB sighs. He looks away for a moment then back to SETH.

ROB
Well, after you left Manchester I kinda...
had a few job related problems.

SETH
I thought even McDonald's took philosophy
students. Even when no-one else would.

ROB
Yeah, well, even they weren't taking me.
So this guy offered me something...
well paid... pretty easy money...

SETH
[frowning]
What were you moving?

ROB
Crack.

SETH hits ROB's arm.

ROB
(continued)
Ow!

SETH
Wanker! I said nothing when you were
selling pot all around the place but this
is taking the piss!

ROB
It was just taking them down south,
handing them off to some guy...

SETH
And you got caught?

ROB
Big time. The pigs caught up with me...
Took the stuff away.

SETH
And you weren't arrested how exactly?

ROB
It doesn't matter. But the guy who got
me delivering this stuff isn't happy. He
wants the money pretty bloody sharpish.
Either that or my head on a stick.

SETH gets to his feet and paces around. He takes a quick sip from his lager.

SETH
You're an idiot, mate! A sodding idiot!

ROB
Hey! If you were in the same situation
you would've done the same thing.

He glares at SETH. SETH'S eyes give away the fact that he probably would have.

SETH
Okay. I'll give you the cash. You'll owe
me though. Big time.

ROB
You'll pay it off?

SETH
Uh-huh.

ROB
You got a hundred grand handy then?

SETH'S jaw drops to the floor.

SETH
A hundred grand?!!?!

ROB
Yeah. And if I don't pay up I'm dead.
Hell, I'm dead already!!!


Interior, Hotel, Emily's Room, Early Afternoon
EMILY is packing her things up into a suitcase. She pushes the top down to close it all.

EMILY
[to herself]
Okay, next time I go for a weekend,
I pack less.

Her eyes drift over towards the phone as if she wants to call someone. She stares nervously at it but chooses not to.

She grabs her case and walks out of the hotel room.


Exterior, Newsagent, Bath, Early Afternoon
GILES walks into the shop. He looks up to the sky. The clouds are a little grey.


Interior, Newsagent, Early Afternoon
GILES gets inside and picks up a newspaper from the side.

NEWSAGENT
Ah, Mr Giles. How are you today?

GILES
Not too bad, Asif.

NEWSAGENT
Busy day yesterday it seems.

GILES
Well, uh...

NEWSAGENT
Did they catch who broke into your
flat?

GILES
My... uh... what?

The NEWSAGENT picks up a paper and flicks through the pages.

NEWSAGENT
I thought it was rather odd. You're such a
private man. Here. Look.

The paper is put out in front of GILES. The NEWSAGENT points it out.

GILES
Bloody hell! The little bastard!

NEWSAGENT
An unknown woman linked to the murder
of two men. Interesting. Were you there
at the...

GILES
Let me guess. Written by Seth Jones.

NEWSAGENT
[reads]
Uh... yes. You know him?

GILES
[angrily]
Oh yes.

NEWSAGENT
It says here that you were a potential
victim. Did you know the...

GILES is going through his wallet a quickly as he can. He finds the card that SETH gave him and slams it onto the shop counter.

GILES
There.

The NEWSAGENT leans over to look at it.

NEWSAGENT
The reporter?

GILES
Exactly. I think I'm going to have a few
careful words with him.

GILES puts some money onto the counter and takes the newspaper. The NEWSAGENT calls after GILES as he leaves.

NEWSPAPER
Tell him it was very shoddy writing. Bad
grammar!

The door slams shut.


Exterior, Newsagent, Bath, Early Afternoon
GILES walks off down the street, rolling up the newspaper and tucking it under his arm.

A taxi drives passed in the opposite direction.


Interior, Taxi [Moving], Early Afternoon
EMILY looks out of the window and sees GILES walking. She motions towards the driver but stops herself.

EMILY
[to herself]
No.

The taxi keeps on moving.

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