We OPEN inside Jamie’s office at X-Factor Investigations. Jamie sits on his side of the desk, idly re-arranging trinkets, not really paying attention.
JAMIE: What can I do for you, Mr--?
MARLOWE (OFF): Marlowe.
CUT TO the man sat opposite him, MARLOWE. Marlowe is in his late twenties-- expensive hair cut, slick suit. One gets the impression both were bought with the profits of stabbing people in the back.
MARLOWE: I’ll cut to the chase. We’re both busy men.
MARLOWE: Contrary to popular belief Mr Madrox the spirit realm has finite resources.
Marlowe leans back in his chair,casually.
MARLOWE: A set number of souls, flitting from one life to the next.
TIGHTER on Marlowe.
MARLOWE: All claimed by one side or the other.
MARLOWE: Balance, Mr Madrox. Order.
Jamie, incredulous. He doesn’t understand any of this.
JAMIE: Wait, I--
Large panel. CLOSE UP on Marlowe, smirking.
MARLOWE: You’ve upset the apple cart. The house is in danger of losing. We like that.
MARLOWE: So, with that in mind, my employer would like to make you an offer...