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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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