(initiative)

RILEY: What's a Slayer?

FORREST: Slayer? Thrash Band. Anvil handed guitar band with delusions of Black Sabbath.

RILEY: No. A girl, with powers.

FORREST: Oh. *The* Slayer. Oh, yeah, I've heard of the Slayer.

RILEY: Fill me in.

FORREST: Well, the way I got it figured the Slayer is like some kind of boogey man for the Subterrestrials, something they tell their little spawn to make them eat their vegetables and clean up their slime pits.

RILEY: You're telling me she doesn't exist.

FORREST: Oh, wait a sec. Am I bursting somebody's bubble here? Maybe this is a bad time to tell you about the Easter-bunny? (Laughs) Sorry, sorry, it's a myth, Rye. All part of that medieval folklore garbage kooks dream up to explain things we deal with every day.

RILEY: How do *you* explain the things we deal with, Forrest?

FORREST: They're just animals, man, plain and simple. Granted they're a little rarer than the one's you grew up with on that little farm in Smallville...

(There is a commotion behind them. A horned demon has broken loose. It gets Forrest in a chokehold)

FORREST: (gasping) Where is that hypo?

(The lab-coat is fumbling to get his syringe filled. Drops the container. Riley grabs the nightstick the other guy dropped and hits the demon over the head, knocking it out.)

RILEY: Never mind.

FORREST: (gasping) Like I said animals.

(they hears a lot of banging)

FORREST: What's that racket?

RILEY: Animals rattling their cages. Doing it all day. Wonder whats got them all worked up.

FORREST: Earthquakes man, make everybody crazy.

• Riley & the initiative
• Slayerhood

written by: Marti Noxon, David Fury, and Jane Espenson; . Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/67doomed.html