JEHONAS
 I'll need you to forget some things.

A sudden CRASH from the main dance floor,

THE ENTRANCE,

Several COPS pour in with revolvers in hand and ready. They make 
a quick survey of the horrific destruction around and spread out. 
They reach DENNIS, kneeling on the floor with a blank stare. 
Looks like he's in some kind of trance. He flinches as one of the 
cops put a hand on his shoulder. 

ANGLE ON THE OFFICER

Behind him, and on the top level, the flowing back of a black 
long coat disappears up the stairs. Nothing else stirs, but the 
flaming figure impaled on the wall,

 OFFICER
 Christ, not this shit again. Put him 
 out.

INT. STAIRS - NIGHT

As Jehonas starts up the stairs, he pauses in mid-step --

A COCKROACH

scurries out from underfoot.

Jehonas adjusts his footfall, sparing the roach. He readjusts his 
long coat, before continuing on up the stairs and disappearing in 
the smoky haze.

 CUT TO:

EXT. CITY STREET -- NIGHT

A YELLOW CAB pulls up on one side of the street. A typical New 
York City residential street with packed cars in parking and 
packed apartments on both sides.

INT. TAXI - NIGHT

The CAB DRIVER, an old man, stops the cab and looks out the 
window on the passenger side.

 CAB DRIVER
 Okay, boys and girls. Thirteen-Thirty-
 One Wagner Street.

 FEMALE VOICE (O.S.)
 Thanks. What do I owe ya?

The driver stops and turns to regard his passengers in the back 
seat. A YOUNG brunette, no older than in her late teens, is busy 
digging around in her large purse. She is BUFFY, the Vampire 
Slayer. To the cab driver, she looks like a young girl with guts 
for being out in a night like this. Nothing else. Her boyfriend? 
He's young also, 20-year old, an obvious college student. His 
name is OWEN, we recognize him well from an earlier encounter 
back in Sunnydale.

 CAB DRIVER
 Fourteen twenty three, little miss.

 BUFFY
 (still digging in her purse)
 Twenty-three cents --

 OWEN
 Want me to cover?

 CAB DRIVER
 You know, I have a daughter just like 
 you. I'd be some trusting parent to 
 let my little girl go out with her 
 boyfriend this late at night. Heck I'd 
 even kill whoever it is taking my 
 daughter out this late. 

 BUFFY
 Lucky girl.

 CAB DRIVER
 She's what keeps me going. Heck, let's 
 just make it an even fourteen. What do 
 we say?

Buffy finally pulls out a twenty-dollar bill and smiles a thank 
you. The driver returns her smile with one of his own. He unrolls 
a couple of bills, counts up her change, and hands it to her.

 CAB DRIVER
 Here you go. You two have a good night.

Buffy gives him one more smile before grabbing her other bag and 
opening the door. Owen following.

EXT. CITY STREET - NIGHT

She waves him a good bye and watches as the taxi pulls away. The 
street is quiet. A man is walking his dog on the far street, and 
a young couple in each others' arms is walking home from a night 
movie. Buffy stops and allows the couple to pass by. They're too 
entranced into each other's grip to notice her. It gives Buffy 
some painful memories. Owen slings one of her backpacks over his 
shoulder, notices Buffy's expression.

 OWEN
 Hey, you okay?

He grips her shoulder, massaging it. Buffy seems distant. 

 BUFFY
 Owen, I, uh, want to thank you for 
 picking me up, and, um, escorting me 
 here and all. 

 OWEN
 Hey, no problem. Anytime you need me. 
 I'm actually still kind of surprised 
 that you would come out here, alone. 
 Are you thinking of schooling here?

We see his face brighten up.

 BUFFY
 Well, not exactly -- 

We see disappointment.

 BUFFY
 Kinda sick of staring at the same 
 ocean, ya'know? Anyway, I don't want 
 to take up anymore of your time. 

 OWEN
 Better a good heart than a fair face. 
 You know the saying. Come on -- 

He motions to the house in front of them, 

 OWEN
 -- is this it?

Buffy reads over a piece of paper in her hand and nods.

 OWEN
 At least let me escort you up the 
 stairs before you get rid of me for 
 good.

She flushes in embarrassment for a second, quickly assured by 
Owen's gentle smile. He walks up the stairs with her things, 
Buffy EXHALES deeply and follows.

EXT. APARTMENT DOOR - NIGHT

Doorbell RINGS. Moments later, the inner door opens and a WOMAN 
appears. An attractive middle-aged blonde. She sees Buffy, tired 
and disheveled, and opens the outer door. A look of utter 
disbelief. Owen waves a hello.

 BUFFY
 H-hi, Mrs. Summers.

 MRS. SUMMERS
 Buffy? What are you doing out here? 
 (beat)
 Where's your mother?

 BUFFY
 She's not here and, uh, I'm alone.

Mrs. Summers look her over with worry. She carefully considers 
Buffy's words. A moment of uneasiness between them. 

 BUFFY
 Um, is my dad around?

Buffy looks at her with hopeful eyes. Suddenly, a big and warm 
smile fills Mrs. Summer's face.

 MRS. SUMMERS
 He's at work, Buffy. Why don't I take 
 you there right now to see him, okay?

She nods gratefully. 

 BUFFY
 Owen -- 

 OWEN
 Well, guess I'll be going. Good seeing 
 you again, Buffy.

 BUFFY
 Want to stick around me for a bit? 
 Maybe we could, after, I don't know -- 

 OWEN
 Sure!

INT. CITY HOSPITAL - AUTOPSY ROOM - NIGHT

TRACKING a bagged corpse as it's rolled into the autopsy room by 
an ASSISTANT.

 ASSISTANT
 Dr. Summers! Brought you a baked 
 potato, nice and crispy. Still warm, 
 too.

DOCTOR HANK SUMMERS, the forensic pathologist (40s, white bread, 
handsome and experienced) steps forward, unzips the bag --

It's Quinn, what's left of him, anyway. Burnt to a charcoal 
briquette, limbs twisted horribly, oozing fluids. Hank turns his 
head, grimacing, wafting the air.

 HANK
 Jesus, that's rank --

Hank turns back, makes note of the multiple puncture wounds, the 
ruined throat --

 HANK
 What's his story?

 ASSISTANT
 Paramedics said he was still moving when 
 they found him. Looks like some joker had 
 stapled him to a wall.

 HANK
 Pretty.

 CUT TO:

INT. HOSPITAL - HEMATOLOGY LAB - NIGHT

MICROSCOPE POV: of a slide-mounted blood smear stained with 
Wright stain (blue ink). What we see is a collection of donut-
shaped pink things (red blood cells) intermingled with some small 
blue specks (platelets) and the occasional larger, light-blue 
blobs (white blood cells).

Doctor Summers is there, busy in his own dissection and analysis. 
Next to him is JULIE WHITAKER, a hard working chemtech.

 HANK
 Did you check the chemistry panel? Blood 
 sugar level is three times the norm, 
 phosphorous and uric acid are off the 
 scales.

 WHITAKER
 You took this off of DOA?

 HANK
 That's right.

 WHITAKER
 This isn't human blood.

 HANK
 Then what is it?

 WHITAKER
 I don't know --
 (re: microscope)
 Look at this blood smear --

Hank takes a look for himself.

 WHITAKER
 The red blood cells are biconvex, which 
 is theoretically impossible. They're 
 hypochromic, there's virtually no 
 hemoglobin in them.

 HANK
 Yeah, look at the PMNs, they're 
 binucleated, they should be mononucleated. 

Hank sits up and removes his glasses, rubbing the bridge of his 
nose.

 WHITAKER
 Dr. Summers, it's three in the morning. 
 Why don't we call it a night and go home. 
 Obviously this is some kind of a joke.

 HANK
 It's no joke, Julie. I've got the stiff 
 sitting in the morgue right now.

 WHITAKER
 You're kidding. No human being can have 
 the type of blood these tests are showing.

 HANK
 (shaking head)
 The answers are inside the body. Let's 
 start with the autopsy right away.

Whitaker gets up, and stretches.

 WHITAKER
 Well whatever the case, let's do it quick.
 I'm tired.

INT. HOSPITAL MORGUE - NIGHT

The dead of night, not a mouse in the house. Hank, Julie, and an 
assistant named CURTIS, each garbed in a mask, stand on either 
side of Quinn's body, which now rests on the autopsy table.

QUINN'S BODY

A preliminary exploratory Y-incision has been made across the 
chest, stretching from shoulder to shoulder, then continuing on 
down the abdomen. Ribs and cartilage have been cut open to expose 
the heart and lungs.

 WHITAKER
 You haven't started in on the internal 
 organs?

 CURTIS
 Just the blood sample from the pericardial
 sac.

Hank pries open the mouth and checks inside with a penlight.

 HANK
 Hmm -- maxila looks a little deformed. 
 There's some unusual muscle structure 
 around the canines --

Curtis pauses, studying Quinn's disfigured face -- the features 
seem much less damaged now -- almost as if the corpse were 
healing itself.

 CURTIS
 That's weird --

 HANK
 What is?

 CURTIS
 He looks different now, burns are less 
 extreme, some of these wounds have closed 
 up --

 WHITAKER
 What are you talking about?

Hank notices something as well. He picks up the charts, looks it 
over.

 HANK
 (flips and reads off pages)
 I could have sworn as well. This patient 
 suffered massive fourth-degree burns.

TIGHT ON QUINN'S HAND. We think a finger just moved.

 HANK (O.S.)
 What could cause this accelerated muscle 
 regrowth?

Curtis pulls out a penlight, flicks it on. He leans over Quinn, 
shining the light into one of his eyes.

 CURTIS
 And look here, Doctor Summers. Remember 
 the deep puncture wound --

QUINN SUDDENLY BOLTS UP from the autopsy table, sinking his fangs 
into Curtis' jugular. He snaps the man's neck in two for easier 
access, sucking in blood like a living vacuum.

Hank stumbles backwards, sending autopsy tools CLATTERING.

Quinn rises from the table, flinging Curtis' twitching body 
aside. He curls his blood-soaked lips back, baring viper-like 
fangs, emitting a GUTTURAL GROWL --

 QUINN
 (crazed by thirst)
 -- more -- blood --

Hank and Julie back into the corpse drawers, but Quinn is upon 
them in a half-second, wrapping a hand about Julie's throat. 

HER POV: His mouth opens/morphs disturbingly wide as if to 
swallow her head whole, caustic saliva dripping from his canines.

Julie tries to turn her head away, but Quinn's grip is vise-like. 
She finds herself staring into his eyes -- pupils pulsing rapid-
fire, opening and closing, hypnotic --

 HANK (O.S.)
 Julie!

Hank tries to grab a hold on one of Quinn's massive arms, but he 
tosses him away like some weightless doll.

INT. HOSPITAL - HALLWAY - NIGHT

Hank BURSTS through the double doors and lands with a loud thud 
against the wall. Some SCREAMS in the hallway. A young woman, an 
older woman, and a young man run up to the now unconscious doctor 
on the floor. 

 MRS. SUMMERS
 (hysterical)
 Hank?

 BUFFY
 Daddy?!

Suddenly, a piercing SCREAM from the inside of the autopsy room 
fills their ears. Owen glances at the doctor and at the double 
doors. Wrestling his thoughts, he rushes in before any of them 
notice. 

INT. AUTOPSY ROOM - NIGHT

Total chaos. Quinn still has Julie screaming hysterically, 
trapped in his arms in a vice like grip. Owen, horrified at the 
sight, grabs a nearby medical tray and runs over. SLAM! He swings 
it down with all of his might onto Quinn's head. Quinn turns, 
SNARLS, baring fangs, slamming Julie's head to the lockers, 
knocking her out cold. Owen's drops the tray, mouthing a simple 
'Oh shit'. New feast, Quinn snaps his arms forward, grabbing hold 
of his neck and opens wide.

INT. HOSPITAL - HALLWAY - NIGHT

Buffy looks left and right for help. No one around. Damn. Another 
scream. Owen! Buffy snaps her eyes up in alert at the double 
swinging doors. Her expression becomes more tense and peeved.

 BUFFY
 Get him out of here.

Mrs. Summers cradling her husband in her arms.

 MRS. SUMMERS
 Wait! What are you --

Before she could do or say anything more, Buffy is already up on 
her feet and charging into the room.

INT. AUTOPSY ROOM - NIGHT

BOOM! Doors SLAM OPEN as the Slayer rushes in. Buffy first sees 
the horribly disfigured and burnt Quinn, then her gaze lowers 
down to the two men with blood pouring from a gaping neck wound. 
One's obviously dead with his head bent unnaturally to the side, 
the other Owen twitching as life dwindles from him. She starts to 
back pedal, starting to get teary eyed. 

 BUFFY
 Oh my god, Owen --

Quinn, eyes closed, feeling the fresh new blood coursing through 
his arteries. We can start to SEE his wounds and flesh slowly 
reshaping and healing itself. He feels Buffy, opens his eyes. 
More blood. Buffy's fears are true. The monsters and demons from 
the past come rushing back to the present like a locomotive. She 
suddenly becomes one T-d off Slayer.

 BUFFY
 Why don't you ever leave me ALONE!

Quinn charges. Buffy is quick, grabs hold of one of his extended 
arms and sends an open palmed punch up to his chin. The big 
vampire staggers back from the force of her blow. Using the 
momentum, Buffy continues to pound away with all of her pent-up 
rage. A hard roundhouse to the left, and one to the right, and 
then a hard uppercut to send Quinn back into the steel drawers.

QUINN's face is mad, real mad and charges, bellowing like a 
raging bull at Buffy. None of her blows are even slowing him 
down. We see nervousness on Buffy.

 QUINN
 You little tease! I'm gonna rip you apart!

Buffy side-steps and delivers a well placed knee strike to 
Quinn's abdomen. He grunts. An elbow strike hard to his neck from 
Buffy, following a hard backhand blow to the brain section. Quinn 
only grunts some more and turns to see Buffy land a hard spin 
kick to his chest.

INT. HOSPITAL - HALLWAY - NIGHT

DOORS SLAM open as Quinn gets thrown from the room back into the 
hallway the same way Hank exited. Buffy follows after him. With 
the force of landing against the wall, he bounces back forward to 
a sharp kick up to his abdomen. This time, Quinn manages to shrug 
off her blow and presses forward with his vampire strength and 
ferocity. Buffy ducks and tries to evade to one side but Quinn 
grabs hold of her.

 BUFFY
 No!

She struggles like a rabid wolverine. Her face in total fear and 
shock as his strength is so much greater than hers. Impossible. 
How can it be? Quinn spins her around and roughly tilts her head 
to reveal her neck. As Quinn sinks the tips of his fangs into 
Buffy's carotid artery and starts to nurse --

The sound of RUSHING BLOOD pounding through her skull. Everything 
spinning. She tries to struggle but in vain. The searing pain in 
her neck overcoming her senses and control. The force of the 
attack sends the ugly coupling spinning slowly to the direction 
of --

BUFFY'S POV: An advancing figure, slowly opening his longcoat.

ON QUINN rising, his face bloodied by the feeding, smoking. 

 WHIP PAN TO:

JEHONAS as he strolls up to Quinn and lands a hard punch into his 
face, knocking him nearly senseless. He drops Buffy. She 
crumples to the floor.

 JEHONAS
 Came back to finish you off.

Quinn BELLOWS with rage.

 QUINN
 Get away from me, you freak!

Quinn tries tackling him but Jehonas sidesteps and backhand 
punches him across the face. He stumbles into a fire 
extinguisher, sees it, grabs and tries to nail -- SCHIING!! The 
sword is instantly unsheathed and Jehonas cuts upwards, slicing 
off Quinn's hand with the extinguisher. Quinn HOWLS in pain.

SEVERAL SECURITY GUARDS turn the corner to see some guy in a 
black long coat with a wicked sword and an abomination of a 
torched man. Their eyes wide in fear and shock.

 SECURITY GUARD #1
 Freeze!!

Jehonas turns to regard the officers. They lose their nerve and 
OPEN FIRE. Several clean shots into his chest, momentarily 
distracting him from Quinn.

 JEHONAS
 What the?! Are you out of your damn mind?!

The guards are scared witless, and flee back down the hall. Quinn 
sees an opening, runs, moving through the hallway like a human 
tornado, heading for the windows at the end of the hall --

SMASH!!! Out goes Quinn, taking half the wall with him. Jehonas 
rushes to the decimated window, looks down --

JEHONAS' POV: Quinn lands on the roof of an ambulance parked four 
stories below, caving it in. He springs off, loping across the 
tarmac on three limbs, then -SCREECH!-THWUMP!- rolling up onto 
the hood of an oncoming car, before disappearing into the night.

BACK UP ABOVE,

Jehonas spins, SEES Buffy bleeding her life away on the floor. 
Her eyes beseeching --

Jehonas looks away unmoved, takes a step -- then hesitates.

A flicker of doubt washes across his face. Something stirs in his 
mind. CUT FLASH, a brief look of Alyssa's desperate face we 
remember from the beginning. He looks again, her wounds. 

BUFFY'S POV: Jehonas pulls out his powerful Eagle and aims for 
her heart. Buffy panics. For a moment he considers ending her. 

Another quick FLASH of Alyssa's face and then Buffy again. 
Jehonas looks away, obvious heart and mind arguing. 

INT. AUTOPSY ROOM - NIGHT

Jehonas opens the doors and steps in, surveying Quinn's gruesome 
work. He SEES the unconscious Julie at one end, and a really dead 
Curtis. Owen is still twitching on the floor, writhing in silent 
pain. 

 HEAVY SECURITY (O.S.)
 Hey, you!

Jehonas looks back, hears company. He looks down at Owen, and 
then outside. He retreats through the doors.

INT. HOSPITAL - HALLWAY - NIGHT

Jehonas SEES MORE POLICEMEN rush into the hallway, weapons drawn.

 HEAVY SECURITY
 Hold it, ass-hole!

He looks down at Buffy, and then back at the Autopsy Room, 
wrestling with his conscience, finally making a decision. He 
kneels, scoops Buffy up into his arms. 

 HEAVY SECURITY (O.S.)
 I said hold it!!!

Jehonas ignores them, shielding Buffy with his body, sprints down 
the hall in the same direction Quinn ran off to. They start to 
open fire on Jehonas just as he disappears behind some doors at 
the end of the hallway. 

INT. HOSPITAL - AN OFFICE - NIGHT 

Jehonas stops, facing the crude window Quinn's made before him. 
It's a good thirty feet to the roof of the adjacent building, a 
parking structure -- and damned if Jehonas doesn't seem to be 
considering the jump. He looks left and right, no other choice. 
He hears alot of FOOTSTEPS from hallway behind him.