(warehouse)

Kakistos: Mr. Trick, talk to me.

TRICK: Check this out. This town, this very street, wired for fiber optics. See, we jack in a T-3, um, twenty-five hundred megs per, we have the whole *world* at our fingertips. What I'm saying is, we stay local--where the humans are jumpin' and the cotton is high--but we live global. I mean, you know, you get the hankering for the blood of a fifteen-year-old Filipina, and I'm on the 'Net and she's here the next day, express air.

Kakistos: I want the blood of the Slayer.

TRICK: On that note, there's good news and bad. Rumor has it that this town already has a Slayer, which makes two. I'm not real sure how that happened.

Kakistos: I don't care if there're a *hundred* Slayers! I'll kill them all! (indicates his scarred, blinded eye) She's going to pay for what she did to me.

TRICK: (nods) Yeah, she is. (there's a knocking at the door) I'm running a computer check on every hotel, rooming house and youth hostel in town. Meanwhile, as soon as the sun goes down, we're out in force. (heads for the door) Food's here, boys.

Pizza Man: You guys order a piz...

(Trick grabs him)

written by: David Greenwalt; Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/37faithhopetrick.html