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ACT TWO
FADE IN:
INT. SPARE BEDROOM (OVER FRANK'S DINER) - DUSK
The small room is already filled with various boxes from
Tyler's car.
Mike walks in carrying a cardboard box. Right behind him,
Tyler enters, walking backwards carrying one end of one of
the large trunks previously tied to the roof of the car.
Seconds later, Frank enters carrying the other end.
TYLER
Thanks for letting us stay, Uncle
Frank.
FRANK
What am I gonna do? Put my favorite
nephew and his best bud out on the
street?
They set the trunk down at the foot of the room's one twin
bed. Mike sets his box on the stack already in place.
TYLER
I'm your only nephew.
FRANK
(chuckle)
You're still my favorite.
Tyler grins at Frank as Mike turns toward them.
MIKE
Yeah. Thanks for the room Mr.
McGann.
Mike reaches out his hand to Frank. Frank takes it and gives
it a firm shake.
FRANK
It's no problem. And no more of
this "Mister" or "Uncle" crap. You
two are grown men. It's "Frank."
Tyler and Mike nod and smile.
TYLER
Guess that means I'm too old for
you to call me "kiddo".
Frank shrugs.
FRANK
Old habits die hard.
(beat)
Well, I've got to get back to work.
I'll leave you guys to it.
Frank walks toward the door and then turns.
FRANK (CONT'D)
(again assuming his stern
demeanor)
Just remember what I said-
The food downstairs is on the
house, but stay out of my kitchen.
I don't tolerate trespassers.
Frank exits. Tyler sighs and turns to Mike.
TYLER
You can take the man out of the
military...
Tyler doesn't finish his line, instead, he turns his
attention to a stack of boxes. He picks up a medium sized
cardboard box labeled "shoes".
MIKE
(light chuckle)
Yeah, but you were right. He is a
cool guy, even with the occasional
"G.I. Joe" flash backs.
Tyler nods and turns his back to Mike, moving to set the box
in the room's closet.
MIKE (CONT'D)
And I was right.
(with a mischievous grin)
He is sexy!
Tyler rolls his eyes then quickly whips around and throws the
box at Mike. The box knocks Mike over onto the bed, causing
it to open and scatter its contents.
Mike rolls on the bed in a fit of laughter. Tyler shakes his
head, smiles, and turns back to the other boxes.
CUT TO:
INT. FRANK'S DINER - LATER
Vi is behind the counter holding a coffee pot. Lon sits at
the counter with a cup of coffee and his nose in a newspaper.
He is well groomed and wearing a suit. A visible bruise
adorns his left eye.
VI
More coffee, Lon?
Lon nods, never taking his attention away from his paper. Vi
tops off his cup and turns to put the pot back in the coffee
machine.
Frank comes down the stairs. Vi turns, sees Frank enter, and
gives him a big smile. As Frank approaches, he narrows his
eyes and points at her. The smile quickly disappears from
Vi's face.
FRANK
You! You just had to open your trap
and tell them about the spare room.
I could have lied to them and set
them up in the motel for a few
days. Remember what it is we do
here?
He moves behind the counter, joining Vi.
VI
I'm sorry Frank. I didn't think--
FRANK
No kidding!
VI
But everything's cool. Right?
They're only going to be here for a
few days. What can happen in a few
days?
Vi gives Frank a sheepish smile. He huffs and continues to
glare at her.
The bell over the door rings as TAMSIN SINCLAIR enters. She
is mid 20s, British, and athletic. Not "conventionally"
beautiful, her confidence makes her dead sexy. She dresses in
stylish clothes with a slight punk flare. Tamsin struts up to
the counter, leans in to Lon, and gives him a friendly peck
on the cheek.
TAMSIN
Hello, big brother.
Lon gives her a polite smile and a nod, returning to his
paper quickly after, as Tamsin sits down on the stool beside
him. Vi perks up at her presence.
VI
Hey, Tamsin!
Tamsin gives Vi a wink and a warm smile.
TAMSIN
Hello, dear.
She turns to Frank.
TAMSIN (CONT'D)
(with a smirk)
So what's this I hear about a
family reunion?
Frank turns to Vi scowling once more. Vi again smiles
sheepishly.
Frank is about to address Tamsin when Tyler enters from the
stairwell.
Frank quickly leans in toward Lon like they are having a
conversation.
FRANK
We'll crunch those numbers tonight.
See what we can come up with.
Lon brings his paper down and cocks his eyebrow questioningly
at Frank. Seeing Tyler, he plays along grudgingly.
LON
(coolly)
Of course.
Tyler walks to the counter. Tamsin makes no effort to hide
that she is studying him closely.
TYLER
Hey, Frank. It's been a long day.
We're going to just watch a little
TV and hang out upstairs. Thanks
again for everything.
FRANK
Sure thing, kiddo. I've got some
business to attend to down here.
Frank nods to Lon.
FRANK (CONT'D)
The price of being self employed.
(with a wink)
Don't wait up.
Tyler nods, gives the group a friendly smile, and heads back
up the stairs. Lon, looking annoyed, pops his paper back up
and continues reading. Tamsin jerks her head toward the
stairs.
TAMSIN
The nephew?
Frank nods. Tamsin squints her eyes at Frank.
TAMSIN (CONT'D)
He looks like you.
Frank nods again.
TAMSIN (CONT'D)
Poor kid.
Frank frowns. Tamsin flashes him a grin.
TAMSIN (CONT'D)
I assume the other one is--
In unison Frank, Vi, and Lon, who still has his nose in the
paper, point up.
TAMSIN (CONT'D)
Great.
She slaps her hands down on the counter as she stands.
TAMSIN (CONT'D)
Let's get cracking then. Shall we?
Frank nods. He walks to the door, locks it and flips over a
sign that says "Closed". As he returns to the counter he, Vi,
and Tamsin head for the kitchen.
Lon neatly folds up his paper, sets it down, and takes
another sip of this coffee. He stands and follows the group.
CUT TO:
INT. FRANK'S DINER - KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
Vi, Tamsin, and Lon gather around as Frank reaches behind the
large refrigerator and sticks his thumb on a scanning plate.
CU on scanner as a light goes up and down his thumb, reading
his print.
The fridge slides to the left, exposing a stairwell leading
down. The four go down the stairs and the fridge moves back
into place.
JUMP CUT TO:
INT. LOCKER ROOM - CONTINUOUS
MONTAGE
On team members hands, one by one, as they each open a locker
and reach in.
ON a hand zipping up a black jacket.
ON a hand gun being cocked.
ON a hand holding stakes and shoving them in a coat pocket.
END MONTAGE
CUT TO:
INT. COMMAND CENTRAL - CONTINUOUS
CU on Frank.
FRANK
OK, folks. Let's save the world.
PULL BACK to reveal the team standing proud with Frank in
front holding a sawed-off shotgun. They are now dressed in
black commando gear, wearing earpiece communicators. Frank
cocks his rifle. As he slides it into a back holster, we:
CUT TO:
INT. SPARE BEDROOM - NIGHT
Mike is stretched out on the bed, lying on his side in his
boxers and a t-shirt. He is watching a portable TV which sits
on the room's dresser.
Tyler is similarly clad. His t-shirt says "Han Shot First".
He is sitting on the floor, on a futon mattress, using the
bed to lean against.
Tyler snacks on a bowl of popcorn which is sitting to his
left on the edge of the futon. Mike reaches down and grabs a
handful of popcorn and stuffs his face. They both stare at
the TV, watching "Firefly".
MIKE
(crunching on popcorn)
So. They're cowboys, but they speak
Chinese and live on a spaceship?
Tyler turns to Mike, a frown on his face.
TYLER
No.
(beat)
Well, yeah. Kind of. But it's more
than that.
Unconvinced, Mike gives Tyler a look.
MIKE
I don't know, dude. Sounds like the
creation of a seriously disturbed
mind to me.
TYLER
You just don't get it. See, in the
future--
Tyler turns further to his left toward Mike, causing the
futon to shift, spilling the popcorn. Tyler jumps.
TYLER (CONT'D)
Damn futon!
Mike laughs. Tyler scowls at him and starts picking up the
popcorn, dropping it back into the bowl.
TYLER (CONT'D)
And on that subject, why is it
again that you get the comfy bed
while I'm stuck on the floor with
Mr. Lumpy, bringer of pain and
misery?
MIKE
(grinning)
Because I explained why I deserved
it, and being the calm, rational
adult I am, you couldn't deny my
reasoning. Remember?
Tyler, hand on chin, gazing off like he is remembering.
TYLER
Oh, yes. It's coming back to me
now. As I recall, you said "dibs"
so I let you have it just to keep
you from bitching.
Mike shrugs and grins wider.
MIKE
Tomato, tomäto.
Tyler suddenly dumps the bowl of popcorn over Mike's head and
starts laughing. Mike looks briefly upset and then joins in.
They laugh loudly, throwing popcorn at each other. Mike then
holds his hand up indicating Tyler should stop.
MIKE (CONT'D)
Shh. Shh. We don't want to wake up
your uncle.
TYLER
Nah. Don't worry about it. He was
downstairs talking to some guy that
looked like an accountant. Said
he'd be at it for a while.
MIKE
(shaking his head)
Guess he really is embracing this
whole "quiet life" thing.
(beat)
It must suck to get old and boring.
Tyler picks up a handful of popcorn off the futon, stuffs
some in his mouth, and nods in agreement.
CUT TO:
EXT. HEAVEN'S GATE STREET - ALLEYWAY - NIGHT
CU on Frank. A fist flies into frame, its punch landing
squarely on his jaw. He rocks back from the blow, but quickly
rebounds and is on his attacker.
Wide shot of all four team members fighting a cadre of eight
vampires.
Frank punches VAMP #1 in the jaw, paying him back for the
punch he landed. The vampire goes down but quickly springs
back up and at Frank. Frank catches him by the arm, flips him
to the ground and stakes him. Vamp #1 is history.
Tamsin has a female vamp, VAMP #2, up against the alley wall.
She reaches out her empty hand and turns her head to Frank.
TAMSIN
Frank!
Frank turns to Tamsin and throws her his stake. She catches
it while restraining the struggling vampire against the wall
and, in one fluid motion, stakes her.
Lon gets blind sided by a vamp's punch and goes down.
Vi is taking on four vamps. VAMPS #3, #4, #5, & #6 have her
surrounded. She stands in attack stance with a stake in each
hand. They leap at her from all sides.
With lightning speed, Vi quickly jabs out to her sides and
then front and back. All four vamps erupt in a cloud of
smoke, enveloping Vi.
As it quickly settles, Vi shakes the dust from her hair,
raises her stakes up and twirls them like pistols.
Lon is lying on the ground dazed as VAMP #7 bends down for
the kill. Lon grabs his cross bow just in time and fires.
Vamp #7 explodes into dust and ash rains down on Lon. He
sputters and chokes as he inhales the vamp debris.
Frank leans over Lon and extends his hand. Lon takes it and
pulls himself up and dusts himself off. The four regroup.
VI
(excitedly)
Did you see me?! I kicked ass!
TAMSIN
Yes dear. Absolutely brilliant.
(beat)
And the rest of us weren't to
shabby despite our lack of Slayer
lineage.
Vi smiles and nods. The four turn and start walking down the
alleyway toward the street. Lon seems to be counting on his
fingers.
LON
(to himself)
Eight. There were eight.
He reaches into his coat and pulls out a small, black PDA. It
has a screen that looks similar to the computer screen he was
looking at in the Teaser. On the screen are four blue dots
representing the group. Behind them is one red dot.
Lon stops and raises his hand. The rest of the team stops,
questioning looks on their faces. He turns around. The team
takes his lead and also turns.
Lon looks back down at the screen and then at the alley. His
gaze centers on a trash can. He looks to Frank and points.
Franks raises his finger to his lips, motioning for everyone
to be quiet. They stand there still for several seconds. The
lid of the trash can starts to shift.
VAMP #8'S POV:
Blackness, then light as the lid cracks open. Standing there
is Frank flanked by the team. Frank leans in, waves and
smiles.
Shot of the trash can exterior as a pair of yellow vampire
eyes go wide. Vi rapidly pulls a crossbow from her back and,
in one fluid motion, fires. The arrow pierces through the
center of the can's thin metal. The vamp disintegrates. The
can lid bangs loudly as it drops, no longer supported by the
vampire's head.
Impressed, Tamsin nods to Vi and claps her hands lightly. Vi
smiles and takes a small bow. Lon again looks at his PDA
unit.
LON (CONT'D)
All clear.
Frank pulls out a similar unit, presses a few buttons, and
scans the screen.
FRANK
Well, looks like that's it for
tonight, folks. No detectable
portal formations.
(beat)
And only one "Class 2" on the
scope.
Lon presses a few buttons on his device.
LON
(nods)
Mmm. Shramdok demon.
The others give Lon their attention.
LON (CONT'D)
Small, lizard-like. Very benign.
Shouldn't cause any problems. It
shies away from humans and can only
survive in this dimension for about
48 hours.
FRANK
(nodding)
Good.
He then turns to the team.
FRANK (CONT'D)
(in a commanding tone)
Now that we have tonight's business
out of the way, on to the bigger
issue- the matter of my nephew and
his friend, who thanks to Vi
here...
He glances at Vi who averts his stare.
FRANK (CONT'D)
...are currently staying 30 feet
above Command Central.
(beat)
My diner is no place for civilians.
TAMSIN
So sayeth the local health
inspector.
Frank cuts his eyes at Tamsin. She makes a motion like she is
locking her mouth and throwing away the key. Frank clears his
throat and resumes his lecturing tone.
FRANK
So, until such time as my nephew
and his friend leave the premises,
we are in ultra stealth mode,
people.
Frank turns to Lon.
FRANK (CONT'D)
Lon, no shop talk over breakfast.
Lon nods. Frank turns to Tamsin.
FRANK (CONT'D)
Tamsin, no cleaning your weapons on
the diner counter.
Tamsin gives a slight smirk and nods. Frank turns to Vi, who
perks up excitedly.
FRANK (CONT'D)
Vi, no... well... No talking.
Vi frowns as Frank continues.
FRANK (CONT'D)
We have to be extra careful. After
what happened to Kat the other
night, I don't want Tyler...
Frank falters, his tough demeanor slipping for just a second.
FRANK (CONT'D)
Let's just say I'd have to answer
to Mom if anything happened to her
only grandchild. You think those
vamps are scary, give that woman a
few glasses of gin. Whew!
(beat)
Well, let's head home. Good job
tonight.
The camera pulls back as the team proceeds back up the alley.
They walk for a few seconds in silence. Lon speaks.
LON
Here's an interesting bit of trivia-
The Shramdok is one of the few
demons to be classified as a
vegetarian.
Tamsin leans in to Vi.
TAMSIN
(quietly)
Apparently the word "interesting"
has taken on a definition I'm not
familiar with.
Vi chuckles quietly. Lon continues.
LON
Not truly a vegetarian, its diet
actually consist mainly of molds
and fungi.
TAMSIN
I could do with one of those in my
bathroom.
Vi laughs louder. Lon eyes his sister disapprovingly.
LON
You know, it wouldn't hurt you to
take your demonology a bit more
seriously, Tamsin.
Tamsin rolls her eyes at him. Again, she leans in to Vi,
keeping her eyes on Lon.
TAMSIN
(not so quietly)
Too bad that Shramdok doesn't eat
stuffy British men who haven't had
a shag in two years. Now that would
be interesting.
Lon frowns. Vi snorts out loud. Frank chuckles and slaps Lon
on the back. Suddenly, Lon and Frank's devices start beeping.
The team stops dead in its tracks as Lon once again pulls out
his unit.
FRANK
What's happening?
LON
I'm not sure. The scans show all
clear. No dimensional rifts. No
demonic activity.
FRANK
Then what set off the alarm?
LON
(almost to himself)
These readings don't make sense.
Tamsin looks up annoyed.
TAMSIN
Spit it out!
LON
If the computer's right...
Lon looks up from his screen.
LON (CONT'D)
...the sphere self activated.
The team look at each other for a second and then run out of
the alley at top speed.
CUT TO:
INT. COMMAND CENTRAL - NIGHT
Close up on the sphere glowing brightly, it strobes with
energy. Alarms ringing. In one CONTINUOUS shot, the camera
pulls back rapidly from the sphere, backing up the stairwell,
back through the fridge, into the kitchen, out the kitchen
door, and into the diner.
Whipping around the counter, the camera, now moving forward
quickly, continuing through the diner, up the stairs, down
the hall, and into...
INT. SPARE BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS
The lights are out but there is a small amount of light
filtering in from the hallway.
Tyler is laying on the futon on the floor. He tosses and
turns trying to get comfortable.
Over his left shoulder, Mike is laying on the bed on his
stomach, his right arm draped over the side, head turned
toward the camera as it zooms in on his face. He appears to
be asleep.
His eyes move back and forth rapidly as if dreaming. They
suddenly SNAP OPEN, pulsing with WHITE LIGHT.
CUT TO BLACK.
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
INT. SPARE BEDROOM - NIGHT
Mike sits up, his eyes completely white. He turns to stand,
kicking Tyler in the head as he does. Tyler sits up abruptly,
rubbing his head.
TYLER
Hey! Watch it, asshole!
Mike starts to walk toward the door.
TYLER (CONT'D)
(annoyed)
No. I'm fine. Really.
Tyler throws his pillow and hits Mike in the back of the
head. Mike pauses in the doorway and looks back at Tyler. In
the glow of the hallway light, Tyler sees Mike's glowing
eyes. He jumps in surprise.
TYLER (CONT'D)
Whoa!
Mike turns back toward the door and continues slowly down the
hallway. Tyler gets up and cautiously follows.
CUT TO:
INT. FRANK'S DINER - CONTINUOUS
The lights are out. Mike comes down the stairs as if in a
trance. As he proceeds across the diner, Tyler follows
behind. Tyler trips on a chair which causes a loud noise. He
looks to Mike who doesn't seem to notice.
Mike rounds the counter, entering the kitchen.
CUT TO:
INT. FRANK'S DINER - KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
As Tyler enters the kitchen, he sees Mike standing before the
refrigerator. Mike waives his hand and the fridge moves,
exposing the stairs to the lab. Mike proceeds down.
Tyler pauses, looking wide-eyed at the door.
TYLER
What the...
(beat; calling down to
Mike in a loud whisper)
Mike!
(no response; beat)
Mike!
Still no response. Tyler takes a deep breath.
TYLER (CONT'D)
Crap!
He enters the stairwell.
CUT TO:
INT. COMMAND CENTRAL - CONTINUOUS
The door slides open. The alarm is blaring. There stands
Mike, his eyes glowing white. He enters and walks toward the
strobing globe.
Tyler enters behind him and stops dead in his tracks, looking
around in awe.
TYLER
(drawn out)
Daaaaaamn!!!
Mike reaches his hands out toward the brightly glowing orb.
CU on Mike's left hand inches away from the sphere and moving
closer. Just before it comes in contact with the sphere's
surface, a hand wraps itself around Mike's wrist.
Mike quickly turns his head, his white eyes seeing Frank.
They FLASH with a surge of energy, but before he can respond,
Frank's fist makes contact with his face. Mike's head rocks
back with the blow.
MIKE
Ouch!
The globe goes dark, the alarms stop. Mike grabs his face
with his right hand. He looks to Frank, his eyes back to
normal.
MIKE (CONT'D)
What the hell!
He looks around, confused as to what has transpired.
MIKE (CONT'D)
Where the hell am I?
Mike looks down at the sphere, his face a mixture of
recognition and confusion. He leans toward it. Frank, still
holding Mike by his left wrist, pulls him back.
Frank looks to Lon and Tamsin. They have grabbed Tyler by the
arms even though he is too shocked by the lab to struggle.
TYLER
Uncle Frank! What's going on--
FRANK
(to Tamsin and Lon)
Upstairs!
Frank gives Mike a rough jerk, pulling him out of frame.
MIKE
Whoa!
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