You Gotta Have Have Faith

We're caught in the middle of a maelstrom, 

and we can't get out without 

our champion. 

28     INT.     LOBBY AT HOTEL / ANGEL INVESTIGATIONS

Fred lights white candles as Lorne reads off the incantation.

LORNE

(reading) Violence restrained, demons disarmed. 

For mortals within these walls, no harm. 

Protection and safety this charm doth endow 

to make this shelter a sanctuary now. (with big hand gestures)

Everyone looks around, waiting for something to happen.

GUNN

That it?

LORNE

Well, if we followed the recipe...should be cake. A demon violence-free zone cake.

FRED

I don't know, Lorne. It doesn't feel like anything's different.

CONNOR

(walks away to sit down on the couch) 'Cause it's not. Like every other lame spell you people try, it didn't work. It never works. I've pretty much concluded that magic sucks. I mean, if I were you guys, I wo—

Lorne sneaks up behind Connor and tries to hit him with a candlestick, but a force field stops him and sends him backward.

LORNE

See? It works sometimes. Oh. It also smarts like the dickens. (leans against the front desk in pain)

WESLEY

(walks in from the basement) Sanctuary spell's working?

LORNE

Yeah, like a charm. Literally.

WESLEY

Good. It'll make this easier.

GUNN

Make what easier?

WESLEY

Where's Cordelia?

FRED

Upstairs asleep. She still feels weak.

GUNN

Make what easier?

WESLEY

(putting on his coat) We're going to bring Angelus in alive.

CONNOR

No, we're not.

GUNN

I thought you said capturing him wasn't an option.

WESLEY

Changed my mind.

CONNOR

Change it back.

WESLEY

We get rid of Angelus, then what? We still have a beast we don't know how to kill. We know it's working for something much worse, but we don't know what it is. We're caught in the middle of a maelstrom, and we can't get out without our champion. We're gonna save Angel, and I know who we need to help us do it.

Cut to:

29     INT.     PRISON VISITING ROOM - DAY

Faith walks down a corridor of prison bars into a visiting room where prisoners sit on one side of a table, and visitors on the other. 

Prisoner and visitor talk to each other through phone handsets, 

separated from one another by a pane of glass. 

Faith sits in a chair opposite Wesley.

FAITH

(picks up the phone, talks into it) 

They told me my lawyer was here to see me. 

You my lawyer now, Wes?

WESLEY

(to phone) 

Hello, Faith. How are you?

FAITH

Still Alive. Never thought I'd live long enough 

to see you paying me a visit.

WESLEY

A lot's happened.

FAITH

Whatever it is suits you. 

I mean, you're looking... (checks him out) good.

WESLEY

You know what's going on in L.A.?

FAITH

Seen the news, sure. 

Never-ending Night, Rain of Fire. 

Team Angel must really have their hands full.

WESLEY

You don't know the half of it.

FAITH

(leans forward) 

But you're here to fill in 

the blanks for me. Why?

WESLEY

We need you.

FAITH

(sarcastically) 

Well, uh, I hate to wet the paper for you, 

Wes, but I'm kinda unavailable right now. 

Maybe you want to check back in a few decades 

when my parole comes up.

WESLEY

You need to know—

FAITH

It's Armageddon time. I dig. 

The Last Thing You Meed's me in the mix.

 

Besides, Angel'll come shining through 

in the end like he always does.

WESLEY

Angel's gone, Faith. 

(Faith stops) 

Angelus is Back.

 

(Faith stares at Wesley worriedly)

FAITH

(deadpan) 

Step away from The Glass.

Faith hangs up the phone. 

Wesley stares at her, then hangs up his phone and steps back as Faith stands and jumps through the glass headfirst. 

She tumbles and stands, ready to fight off the security guard. 

Faith and Wes jump through the outside window.

Cut to:

30     EXT.     PRISON BUILDING - DAY

Faith and Wesley land on a car roof, smashing it in and busting the windows. They jumped to the ground.

FAITH

You OK?

WESLEY

Five by five.

Fade to black.

ACT III:

31     INT.     WESLEY'S JEEP

Faith changes clothes in the back seat as Wesley drives them both back to Los Angeles.

FAITH

A kid. Angel's got a kid.

WESLEY

Connor.

FAITH

A teenage kid born last year.

WESLEY

I told you he grew up in a hell dimension.

FAITH

Right. And, what, Cordelia spent her last summer as—

WESLEY

A divine being.

FAITH

Uh-huh. (climbs into the front passenger seat) Can I just ask—what the hell are you people doing?

WESLEY

Leading complicated lives, obviously.

FAITH

Unleashing Angelus to help you stop this demon who put the lights out. That's just...

WESLEY

The Beast. The demon who put out the lights—called the Beast.

FAITH

(shakes her head) 

Gas to the flame's all I'm saying.

WESLEY

I wouldn't worry about the police coming after you. Not yet. With everything that's happening, an escaped convict won't even register on their radar.

FAITH

(looks out the window) 

I'm not gonna kill him, Wesley. 

Angelus. 

(shakes her head) 

I don't care what you thought you sprung me for. 

Angel's the only one in my life who's never given up on me. 

There's no way I'm giving up on—

WESLEY

I know. That's why it had to be you. 

Just wondering if you're up to it. (stops the car)

FAITH

If I'm—?

WESLEY

You have no idea what it's like out there. It's a vampire demon free-for-all all the time. Maybe you're a little rusty.

FAITH

(nods) Maybe I am.

WESLEY

Maybe we should find out.

FAITH

What did you have in—

A vampire reaches in through the rolled-down window to grab Faith by the hair and pull her out of the car. Wesley opens his car door into a vampire, knocking it to the ground. The vampire gets up, but Wesley knocks him down again. It gets up, but Wes stops him.

WESLEY

Ah. (points over his shoulder to Faith) She's the one you want.

The vampire looks over to see Faith's fighting off a couple of vampires at once.

VAMPIRE

Slayer. (panics and runs away)

Faith's still fighting off the vampires. Wesley tosses a stake to her. She stakes and dusts the vampires with ease.

WESLEY

Thought you could use a little release. Feel natural?

FAITH

(shrugs) Ah, it's like riding a biker.

Cut to:

32     INT.     LOBBY AT HOTEL / ANGEL INVESTIGATIONS

Connor's upstairs practicing sword-fighting on the balcony. Gunn's in the lobby loading his crossbow. Lorne and Fred are also there.

LORNE

Oh, relax, boys. The spell's working. And I still got the slight migraine to prove it.

GUNN

Yeah, maybe so, but if Angelus shows up, I wanna be ready.

Wesley and Faith walk in through the front doors.

WESLEY

We are...now.

FAITH

Suh-weet crib.

WESLEY

Everyone, this is Faith, the vampire slayer.

FRED

Hello, Faith, I'm—

FAITH

Fred. Yeah, Wes kinda gave me the skinny on you.

FRED

Oh.

CORDELIA

(walking down the stairs into the lobby) Faith? What the hell is she doing here?

FAITH

(waves) Nice to see you too, Cor.

WESLEY

She's here to help.

CORDELIA

Oh, gee, that's great. Oh, wait a sec. Wasn't she convicted of murder and sent to a state correctional facility for like a gazillion years?

FAITH

(smirks) Murder 2, 25 to life, for the record.

CORDELIA

So now you brought psycho slayer out of retirement to kill Angelus?

FAITH

(walks up to Cordelia) Cordelia, you have every right to feel that way about me. You have no reason to trust me, but I don't have loads of time, so why don't we save it until after this is over. Cool? (claps her hands) OK, let's get down to it. We're gonna keep this hunting party tight. Gunn, right?

GUNN

Yeah.

FAITH

Love the name. I hear you're a good fighter.

GUNN

I hold my own.

FAITH

That's a shame. You're with me, Wes, and the kid.

CONNOR

The kid has a name.

FAITH

(turns to look at Connor) Connor. (to Gunn) Arm yourself how you like, but I want you to carry the tranq gun. If I can't take him down, I want you to be ready to take the shot, yeah? (to everyone) In case anyone has any other ideas, this is a salvage mission, not search and destroy, OK?

CONNOR

No. Not OK. You think you can just breeze in here, telling everyone what to do? You're not a part of this. If you think I'm not gonna kill Angelus if he comes at me, then—

FAITH

(in his face) Listen up, junior. When need a blood hound, I'll call you. If Angelus needs putting down, I'll be the one to do it, not you. So... is there anything else you're not OK with? Good. (walks away from Connor) Show me the weapons.

Cut to:

33     EXT.     STREET IN LOS ANGELES

A young woman's running away from two vampires who are chasing her. Angelus steps up to her and puts his arm around her.

YOUNG WOMAN

Help me.

ANGELUS

It's all right, doll. I've got you. Shh.

YOUNG WOMAN

I don't know how to thank you.

ANGELUS

(in vamp face, turns to the woman) I do. Scream for me.

YOUNG WOMAN

(screaming) Aah!

Angelus goes to bite the woman, but is interrupted when he overhears three other vampires talking in the street.

VAMPIRE 3

The slayer? You sure?

VAMPIRE 4

I just got word. She's in town.

Angelus smiles and lets the woman go. He goes to a phone booth, dials.

ANGELUS

(to phone) Hi, Dawn. Yeah, it's me. 

Is your sister home? 

She is...? 

(hangs up) 

It's The Other One....

Cut to:

34     EXT.     STREET IN LOS ANGELES

Faith, Connor, Wesley, and Gunn are walking down the street, looking for Angelus.

CONNOR

(to Faith) So, vampire slayers. I was told about them. How come you're always girls?

FAITH

I dunno. Better at it, I guess.

CONNOR

You haven't seen what I can do.

FAITH

Let's not.

They come up to a chain link fence.

CONNOR

He was here. Just.

Connor goes through the fence; the others follow.

FAITH

Eyes and ears peeled. Watch the periph. Hey, nobody make a move until I—

A vampire jumps out in front of Connor. Connor immediately swings his sword at the vampire's neck, cutting off its head, and dusting it. Faith pushes him against the dumpster nearby.

FAITH

You deficient? What did I just say?

CONNOR

He was attacking!

FAITH

You thought it was Angelus. (lets him go) You can't listen, you're no good to me. (to Gunn and Wesley) Get him out of here. Someone take him back to the hotel.

CONNOR

What?

GUNN

Yeah, easier said. 

The kid's got a history of not doing what he's told.

FAITH

(nods, glares at Connor) 

He'll do what I tell him.

CONNOR

Yeah, sure I will. 

(nods and walks away)

FAITH

(stops Connor, pushes him against the dumpster again; he tries to fight her off, but to no avail) 

I get it. You're a super-being.

Connor pushes Faith away, but she engages him. They fight as Gunn and Wesley look on, not stepping in. Finally, Faith points her crossbow at Connor's neck.

FAITH

Are you a murderer? 

'Cause I am.

 

If it comes down to You or Angelus, 

you haven't shown me a thing 

to make me want to take your side.

Connor raises his hands and backs away. 

He picks up his sword and walks away.

GUNN

I like her. 

(follows Connor)

FAITH

(to Wes) 

Come on.

Release The Hounds

"These puppies are of the same parents, but by virtue of a different bringing up The One is pampered, and The Other A Good Hound." 

Let so much suffice for habit and modes of life.

SCULLY :

You've always said that you 

Want to Believe. 

 

But Believe in WHAT, Mulder? 

 

If this is The Truth that you've been looking for then what is left to Believe in?

MULDER: 

I Want to Believe That The Dead Are Not Lost to Us.

 

That They Speak to Us as Part of Something Greater Than Us - Greater Than Any Alien Force. 

 

And if You and I are powerless now, 

I Want to Believe That if We LISTEN to What is SPEAKING --

 

It can Give Us The Power to Save Ourselves.

SCULLY :

 Then We Believe in 

The Same Thing.

She reaches down  to the gifted Gold that hangs on a chain around her neck, the same Golden totem that has hung there in plain sight for 9 whole seasons of Network Television without attracting ANY real notice or curious interest —  or not any from Mulder, at least — and she gently turns her Cross ever-so slightly, 45-degrees or so from the perpendicular —

It is an X. The Unknown and Unquantifiable, Endless-Nameless Mystery

 18 INT. SEWER - DAY 

Connor and Angel are walking through the sewers under Los Angeles.

CONNOR 

She's been down here.

ANGEL 

How old were you when you realised you could track like this?

CONNOR 

I don't know. Five, six. 

We didn't exactly celebrate birthdays in Quor-Toth. 

Holtz made up a game 

so I could practice.

ANGEL 

What do you mean he'd 

hide things for you to find?

CONNOR 

Kind of. 

He'd tie me to a tree 

and then run away.

ANGEL 

(shocked, stops walking) 

What?

CONNOR 

(shrugs) 

You know, so I'd have to escape 

and then find him. 

One time it only took me five days.

ANGEL 

Five days. 

He abandoned you... 

Connor, that's terrible. 

That's—

CONNOR 

(unfazed) 

Why I'm so good at tracking. 

Fred rested here for a while.

You do not Pass Judgment because you sympathize with Them --

A deprived childhood and a homicide really isn't necessarily a homicide, right? 

The Only thing you can blame is circumstances : Rapists and murderers may be the victims according to you, but I, I call them DOGS and if they're lapping up Their Own Vomit, The Only Way to Stop Them is with The Lash. 

But Dogs only obey 

Their Own Nature.

So why shouldn't 

we forgive them? 

DOGS can be taught Many Useful Things, but not, NOT if we Forgive Them every time They Obey Their Own Nature. 

So, I'm arrogant…

I'm arrogant because 

I forgive people? 

My God. Can't you see how condescending you are when you say that? 

You have this preconceived notion that nobody, LISTEN, that NOBODY can POSSIBLY attain the same High Ethical Standards as YOU, so you exonerate them.

I can not THINK of ANYTHING more arrogant, than that. 

You, My Child... My DEAR Child, you forgive Others with excuses that you would never in THE WORLD permit for yourself.

Why shouldn't  I be merciful? 

Why? 

No, no, no You SHOULD, you SHOULD be merciful, when there is TIME to be merciful. 

But you MUST maintain Your Own Standard,  You OWE them that, You OWE them that.

The penalty you deserve for your transgressions, they deserve for their transgressions.

They are Human Beings.

No, no, no  -- Does EVERY Human Being need to be accountable for their actions? 

Of COURSE they do. But you don't even give them THAT chance! 

And that is EXTREMELY arrogant -- I LOVE You, I LOVE You, I LOVE You to DEATH.... 

But you are The Most Arrogant Person I have ever met, and you call ME arrogant! 

I Have No More 

to Say. 

Full shot. 

Planetarium seen from The Parking Lot--a Great Dome crowns it -- The City lies Below.

 Camera picks up JIM STARK'S car maneuvering through the crowded lot. In b.g. a few other late-comers are dashing up steps to Planetarium. 

JIM drives into a small lot behind observator, parks, then runs to observatory entrance.

Full shot. 

Lobby as JIM runs through, opens door of theater and passes inside.

Long shot. 

Sky Full of Stars seen past JIM's Head.
Darkness. This is not Our Sky. 

It is a replica of it projected onto The Dome of The Planetarium. 

 

The Stars slide their tentative ways in an ever-changing pattern. 

 

One of them is much larger than The Rest and increases in size as we watch. 

Music of The Spheres is heard -- a high threatening tremolo.

 LECTURER (O.S.)
 For many days before The End of Our
 Earth, People will look into The  Night Sky and notice a star,  increasingly bright and increasingly near.

JIM looks around for a seat and passes down aisle. 

Seen beyond him is the projector, moving slowly, its great dumb-bell head sparkling with pin-points of light. 

JIM takes a seat in front row. 

PLATO, in the row behind him, moves over
a seat to be nearer. They exchange looks.

Full shot. 

Normal students watching intently.

 LECTURER (O.S.)
 As This Star approaches Us, The Weather will change. 

 

The Great Polar fields of The North and South  will rot and divide, and The Seas
 will turn warmer.

Low angle. 

LECTURER. 

A dry, Elderly Man in a stiff white
collar. 

He is seated at a desk, the light from the reading lamp spilling upward onto his face.

 LECTURER
 The Last of Us search The Heavens and Stand Amazed. For The Stars will still be there, moving through their ancient rhythms.

Angle shot. 

Students. Some watching, some taking notes.
An OLD LADY TEACHER in f.g. taps the heads of two kids in the row before her. 

They stop their whispering.

 She smiles at them.

 LECTURER (O.S.)
 The familiar constellations that  illuminate our night will seem as  they have always seemed, eternal,  unchanged and little moved by the shortness of time between Our Planet's Birth and its Demise.

Med. shot. PLATO staring upward.

 LECTURER (O.S.)
 Orion, The Hunter.

PLATO looks off.

Med. shot. JIM (from PLATO's angle). 

JIM is seated in the row ahead of PLATO. 

His lips are parted as he looks up.

 JIM
 Boy!

 PLATO
 (leaning forward)
 What?

 JIM
 (surprised)
 Once you been Up There, 

you know  you been 

Some Place!

 LECTURER (O.S.)
 Gemini, the Twins.

Two shot. JUDY and BUZZ. 

BUZZ has his arm around her. 

He is nuzzling her ear. 

She is blandly watching The Dome.

 LECTURER (O.S.)
 (continuing)
 Cancer, the Crab.

BUZZ pokes JUDY who looks at him. 

He curves his wrist toward her, opening and closing his first two fingers like
the pincers of a crab.

“Maybe There’s Hope.”, said Special Agent Fox "Spooky" Mulder,

Once-More Enunciating The Stated Truth.

 

"Maybe There's Hope."

And So There Was.

And It was Good.

Good it is,

and remains Good still.

[Fade to Black]

Dear Clarice,

I have followed with enthusiasm the course of your disgrace and public shaming.

My own never bothered me, except for the inconvenience of being incarcerated, but you may lack perspective.

In our discussions down in The Dungeon, it was apparent to me that Your Father, The Dead Night Watchman, figures largely in your value system.

I think your success in putting an end to Jame Gumb's career as a couturier pleased you most because you could imagine your father being pleased.

But now, alas, you're in bad odour with the FBI.

Do you imagine your daddy being shamed by your disgrace?

Do you see him in his plain pine box crushed by your failure?

The sorry, petty end of a promising career?

What is worst about this humiliation, Clarice?

Is it how your failure will reflect on your mommy and daddy?

Is your worst fear that people will now and forever believe they were, indeed, just good old trailer-camp, tornado-bait, white trash, and that perhaps you are, too?

Mmm?

By the way, I couldn't help noticing on the FBI's rather dull public website, that I have been hoisted from the Bureau's archives of the common criminal, and elevated to the more prestigious Ten Most Wanted list.

Is this coincidence, or are you back on the case?

If so, goody, goody, 'cause I need to come out of retirement and return to Public Life.

I imagine you sitting in a dark basement room, bent over papers and computer screens.

Is that accurate? Please tell me truly, Special Agent Starling.

Regards, your old pal,

Hannibal Lecter, M.D.

 

 

P.S., clearly this new assignment is not your choice.

Rather, I suppose it is part of the bargain, but you accepted it, Clarice.

Your job is to craft my doom, so I am not sure how well I should wish you, but I'm sure we'll have a lot of fun.

Ta-ta. 

"H."

"To speak generally, what we are wont to say about the arts and sciences is also true of moral excellence, for to its perfect development three things must meet together, natural ability, theory, and practice. 

By theory I mean training, and by practice working at one's craft. 

Now the foundation must be laid in training, and practice gives facility, but perfection is attained only by the junction of all three. For if any one of these elements be wanting, excellence must be so far deficient. 

For natural ability without training is blind: and training without natural ability is defective, and practice without both natural ability and training is imperfect. 

For just as in farming the first requisite is good soil, next a good farmer, next good seed, so also here: the soil corresponds to natural ability, the training to the farmer, the seed to precepts and instruction. 

I should therefore maintain stoutly that these three elements were found combined in the souls of such universally famous men as Pythagoras, and Socrates, and Plato, and of all who have won undying fame. Happy at any rate and dear to the gods is he to whom any deity has vouchsafed all these elements! 

But if anyone thinks that those who have not good natural ability cannot to some extent make up for the deficiencies of Nature by Right Training and Practice, let such a one know that he is very wide of The Mark, if not out of it altogether. 

For good natural parts are impaired by sloth; while inferior ability is mended by training: and while simple things escape the eyes of the careless, difficult things are reached by painstaking. 

The wonderful efficacy and power of long and continuous labour you may see indeed every day in the world around you.

Thus water continually dropping wears away rocks: and iron and steel are moulded by the hands of the artificer: and chariot wheels bent by some strain can never recover their original symmetry: and the crooked staves of actors can never be made straight. 

But by toil what is contrary to nature becomes stronger than even nature itself. 

And are these the only things that teach The Power of Diligence? 

Not so: ten thousand things teach the same Truth. 

A soil naturally good becomes by neglect barren, and the better its original condition, the worse its ultimate state if uncared for. 

On the other hand a soil exceedingly rough and sterile by being farmed well produces excellent crops. 

And what trees do not by neglect become gnarled and unfruitful, whereas by pruning they become fruitful and productive? 

And what constitution so good but it is marred and impaired by sloth, luxury, and too full habit? 

And what weak constitution has not derived benefit from exercise and athletics? 

And what horses broken in young are not docile to their riders? while if they are not broken in till late they become hard-mouthed and unmanageable. 

And why should we be surprised at similar cases, seeing that we find many of the savagest animals docile and tame by training? 

Rightly answered the Thessalian, who was asked who the mildest Thessalians were, "Those who have done with fighting."

But why pursue the line of argument further? For the Greek name for moral virtue is only habit : and if anyone defines moral virtues as habitual virtues, he will not be beside The Mark. But I will employ only one more illustration, and dwell no longer on this topic. 

Lycurgus, the Lacedæmonian legislator, took Two Puppies of The Same Parents, and brought them up in an entirely different way : The One he pampered and cosseted up, while he taught The Other to Hunt and be A Retriever. 

Then on one occasion, when the Lacedæmonians were convened in assembly, he said, "Mighty, O Lacedæmonians, is the influence on moral excellence of habit, and education, and training, and modes of life, as I will prove to you at once." 

So saying he produced The Two Puppies, and set before them A Platter and A Hare : The One darted on The Hare, while The Other made for The Platter. 

And when the Lacedæmonians could not guess what his meaning was, or with what intent he had produced the puppies, he said, 

"These puppies are of the same parents, but by virtue of a different bringing up The One is pampered, and The Other A Good Hound." 

Let so much suffice for Habit and Modes of Life.