STOLEN CAR, CITY STREETS

  "Tabaco Y Ron" plays.

  At a red light, Dylan dances happily in the passenger seat, as Robert sits at the wheel. Robert stares accusingly as Robert, who doesn't stop dancing. In fact, he starts dancing harder.

  Soon after, Blade joins the dance. Then, Neri begins to sway, too.

  Robert: Please don't encourage them, Neri.

  Neri: Never give a sword to a man who can't dance.

  Dylan: By that logic, I should have a hundred swords.

  Robert: We don't have swords.

  Del: No, but we can take far more lives than a sword ever has.

  Robert: Only if we need to.

  Del: You mean like with me?

  Robert: You resisted.

  Del: I didn't listen to you right away, so I had to die. Is that it?

  Robert: You would've killed Blade.

  Del: (sobs mockingly) Oh, the humans! You've gotta be careful of the humans.

  Robert: She did kill you, you know.

  Blade: Hey, no hard feelings, right?

  Del: Still unsure. I suppose it was worth knowing that we're mortal, now. That could've fucked us up big time.

  A brief silence. Robert turns down the radio.

  Del: I had a lover.

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  All except Del and Blade: What? / No, you can't! / How could you?

  Del: Oh, what's it matter? I'm never getting back. I'm okay to help you guys out, but after that, I'm gonna disappear. I don't want to-

  Robert: Do anything good ever?

  Del: I did good! All my life, and what did I get for it? I gave everything.

  Dylan hears this, and looks down, forlorn.

  Del: Look at that. Even Dylan's feeling off. What are we supposed to do with that?

  Neri: There there, now, Dylan. Keep your chin up.

  They stop the car outside a bank. Everyone exits, except for Blade and Dylan.

  Blade leans over her seat to talk to Dylan.

  Blade: What's wrong?

  Dylan: Just what Del said. Gave it all.

  Blade: I'm sorry, I'll help you if I can...

  Dylan: I did some bad things, Blade. I don't know if there's any coming back from this.

  Blade: It's never too late to start over.

  Dylan: Blade, I appreciate this, I appreciate your help, but I'll feel better when this is done.

  Blade: Alright.

  Blade pats him on the shoulder. They both hop out, and follow after the others.

  Blade: What are we doing here?

  Dylan: I have no idea. I'm just following along with whoever seems to know what to do.

  From up ahead, Del addresses the others.

  Neri: There is another, working here.

  Blade: Are they gonna be mortal too?

  Del: Yeah, possibly.

  Neri: I suppose we'll find out should they choose not to come along.

  Dylan: "If". Please say "if."

  Neri: I will not.

  INT. BANK

  There's an immediate bloodbath. The Rogue Angel here doesn't want to be taken in. Hundreds of small rocks shoot continuously through the crowds of civilians here, killing most of them within seconds. Most of their souls float upward, a few go down, but fewer still go sideways. The five of Robert's team take cover quickly, but Del isn't fully aware of what's happening. He has to be dragged down by Robert, who is nearest. Robert shouts out to the source of these ballistics, trying to explain.

  Robert: Wait, hold on, hold on! We're like you!

  Gerry: Yeah, we know.

  Robert holds up a piece of a table, and shields himself from the stream of rocks still being shot from the other side of the counter. Robert marches steadily forward, and smashes through the window. The rocks stop. Two fairly elderly people scatter, the first down a hall, the other one backed against a corner.

  Robert slams the man down to the floor. He raises the table again, moving toward the woman, who blasts the table out of his hands. Robert doesn't lose his cool. He is joined by Blade, then Del. Del simply flops atop the man who had fallen, as Blade rushes up to help Robert corner the woman. Neri trots close after, followed by Dylan.

  Dylan is bitten by a specter. He jumps.

  Dylan: What was that?!

  The woman in the corner laughs at him. she is hit by a piece of counter-top debris. She shouts hatefully.

  Jess: We're not going with you!

  She flings a piece of glass into Robert's heart. He clutches it, shocked.

  Dylan: Robert!

  Dylan rushes to help him, but his feet are pulled out from under him by Gerry. Dylan's hand becomes momentarily clawed, just for a fraction of a second, and he uses one to scratch at Gerry's hand, leaving a dark, infected-looking cut. Gerry reels his hand back, and stares at the cut, watching the infection spread.

  Robert, bent over, notices the claws come out for a moment. He says nothing, for now. He has more pressing issues. The glass shard in his chest melts away at Dylan's outstretched hand, but Robert still seems wounded. He falls to the floor, causing Dylan to scramble to his feet, and sprint over to Robert.

  Dylan: I don't get it. I took out the shard. What's wrong, now?

  Dylan crouches down near Robert. Robert whispers to him, putting aside all pretenses of his being in pain, pointing to Dylan’s hand.

  Robert: I know what that was.