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INT. COMMAND CENTRAL - CONTROL ROOM - MOMENTS LATER
Mike and Lon stand by the sphere arguing as Frank enters.
MIKE
(firmly)
No way, dude.
LON
You've got an assignment! Now get
on with it!
Frank approaches. He is dressed in clean clothes. His wet
hair combed back.
FRANK
(sternly)
What's going on here?
LON
He won't do his bloody job!
MIKE
He said that thing...
(pointing to the orb)
...is gonna make my brain explode!
Frank looks from Lon to Mike not happy with either of them.
FRANK
(to Lon)
Did you tell him that?
Lon shrugs lightly.
LON
Yes. But in all fairness, I did say
possibly and even then only after
weeks of repeated use.
MIKE
(cutting his eyes at Lon)
I don't remember hearing that part!
LON
Perhaps if you weren't so busy
thinking up supposedly witty
comments, you would actually hear
what other people had to say.
MIKE
I certainly heard the part about my
brain going BOOM!
LON
(to himself; looking
around)
Granted, it would be a rather small
explosion, so I don't think we'd
have to worry about collateral
damage.
Frank has had enough.
FRANK
Oh my God! You've been arguing for
the better half of an hour! Now
shut the Hell up! Both of you!
Both men fall silent.
MIKE
(quietly)
He started it.
Frank eyes Mike sternly. Mike hangs his head.
FRANK
You two had better learn to work
together, and I mean fast, or I'm
going to get Vi down here to kick
the crap out of both your asses!
This is ridiculous! You're grown
men for Christ's sake!
MIKE
I'm sorry, Frank. I just don't
relish the thought of having to
comb my brains out of my hair.
LON
Actually, I don't think that would
be possible given the
circumstances.
Frank cuts his eyes at Lon. He takes this cue and shuts up.
FRANK
(to Mike; lightly)
Come on. Do you really think that
The Powers That Be would have spent
all these years getting you here
just to kill you off? Really? What
are the odds?
Mike thinks about this for a second and then shakes his head.
He gives an embarrassed smile.
MIKE
You're right. What was I thinking?
(beat)
I'm their freakin' link. They're
not gonna let anything bad happen
to me. Right?
Frank nods and pats Mike on the back.
Mike steps up to the orb, putting a hand on either side. He
takes a deep breath.
MIKE (CONT'D)
Here goes.
He grips the sphere. His eyes turn WHITE.
Frank looks to Lon.
FRANK
See. All it takes is a little
encouragement.
(beat)
What are the odds?
LON
(shrugging)
Sixty forty.
FRANK
(nodding)
Hmm.
Frank takes a cautious step away from Mike as we:
JUMP CUT TO:
INT. ORB CAVE - DAY
Out of phase with the real world, Mike stands at the orb. His
hair blowing gently. Only the orb, and the cave's stone walls
are visible.
KAT appears in front of him.
KAT
Welcome back Michael.
MIKE
Hey, ghost babe.
Kat looks at him for a second.
KAT
You come seeking answers.
MIKE
Yeah. See there's this chick...
KAT
All that you seek will be revealed
in due course.
Mike gives a confused look.
MIKE
Wait. That's it? The Powers aren't
going to tell me anything?
KAT
They don't work like that. They're
more into the confusing prophecy
thing.
MIKE
Yeah. I got a cryptic-ass preview
of that the other night in glorious
Technicolor dream-o-vision. Which,
by the way, totally freaked me out.
(beat)
So how am I supposed to find this
woman? These guys are counting on
me. Here I'm supposed to be big
with the magic mojo and I don't
know squat.
KAT
That's why I'm here. To give you
the knowledge you need.
Kat takes a step closer to Mike.
KAT (CONT'D)
Over the next few months, I'm going
to transfer everything I know
directly into your mind.
MIKE
(confused)
Wait. Transfer? Months? Why does it
take so long?
KAT
Too much information at one time
could overload your brain stem
resulting in a violent cerebral
event.
Mike stares blankly at her, confused.
Kat raises her hands, one on either side of Mike's head.
KAT (CONT'D)
(explaining)
Your brain could explode.
Mike's eyes widen with fear.
KAT (CONT'D)
This may sting a little.
Before Mike can react, Kat takes his head in her hands.
Suddenly, BRIGHT ENERGY erupts from the tips of her fingers
as they ENTER HIS SKULL!
Mike screams out in pain.
CUT TO:
INT. COMMAND CENTRAL - CONTROL ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Back in reality, Frank and Lon stand by Mike, his eyes still
white. Suddenly, Mike throws his head back and SCREAMS!
Frank and Lon jump, startled by the unexpected noise.
LON
(dryly)
I hope he's brought his brain comb.
Frank gives Lon a quick annoyed glance.
Mike suddenly snaps his head forward again. He removes his
hands from the globe and his eyes return to normal. He turns
and looks confidently at the two men.
MIKE
Gentlemen, let's go find a Slayer.
Frank and Lon look at each other, Frank smiling confidently,
Lon looking skeptical.
CU on Mike's smiling face as we:
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. FRANK'S DINER - LATER
Still CU on Mike's face.
MIKE
Lon was right. The energy of this
town is shielding this Slayer from
the Seers' abilities.
The camera pulls back to reveal Mike once again sitting at
the counter. On Mike's right, Lon sits on his usual stool
looking smug. On Mike's left sits Tamsin. Frank and Vi are
behind the counter, both leaning on its surface as they
listen closely.
MIKE (CONT'D)
But since we're also within this
energy field, a simple locating
spell should be enough to track
down our Miss "Gucci Handbag". All
we need are some candles, salt, and
a picture.
LON
A picture? Is that all?
MIKE
A lock of hair would really be
better, but a picture should get us
in the general--
LON
(sarcastically)
Excellent! Perhaps she'll pop back
'round so we can take a few snap
shots. Maybe a few poses in her
swimming costume. Anyone bring
their camera?
Tamsin gives her brother an annoyed look.
MIKE
I said picture, not photograph.
For once, Lon doesn't understand.
MIKE (CONT'D)
Dude.
(pointing to himself)
Art student!
Lon looks unconvinced.
MIKE (CONT'D)
(winking)
I'll get my sketch pad.
Mike excitedly jumps up from his stool and runs upstairs.
All eyes turn to the door as the bell over it CHIMES. Tyler
enters.
FRANK
Hey, kiddo! How's the dream job?
Tyler walks up the counter slump-shouldered and sits down on
the stool vacated by Mike.
TYLER
More like a nightmare.
He puts his arm on the bar and rest his chin on his fist.
FRANK
How 'bout a drink?
TYLER
(sighing)
Sure.
Frank frowns and then turns around. He grabs a cup & some
ice. In a few seconds he places a drink in front of Tyler.
Tyler picks up the beverage and takes a gulp. As soon as he
swallows, he coughs and sputters. He looks to Frank
questioning.
FRANK
(winking)
You looked like you could use
something with a little more kick.
Tamsin leans in to Tyler.
TAMSIN
What's the problem?
TYLER
Nothing. Other than my new boss is
a she-devil. The human kind. Not
the "living in a trans-dimensional
rift" variety.
(beat)
At least I don't think so.
Tamsin pats Tyler on the back as he takes another big gulp of
his drink. He grimaces at the taste.
Mike enters from upstairs, an artist's SKETCH PAD and PENCIL
in his hands. He notices Tyler at the counter.
MIKE
Dude! How's the job?
Tyler again takes a big gulp from his glass.
TYLER
(sarcastically)
Peachy.
Mike furrows his brow and nods at him, obviously aware that
things didn't go well. He walks toward Tyler but is
intercepted by Lon.
LON
(to Mike)
You can chat with your little mate
later. You've got work to do.
Mike glares at Lon. Before the tension can build, Frank steps
in. He steps from behind the counter.
FRANK
Look, Mike. As much as it pains me
to say this, and believe me, it
does, Lon's right. We've got to
find this woman. Tyler will be
okay.
(looking to Tyler)
Right Ty?
Tyler raises his glass and gives a forced smile.
Mike shrugs and moves to sit at the table nearest the
counter. He opens his pad and begins to sketch. Lon, Tamsin,
and Frank gather around and watch.
Tyler leans across the bar closer to Vi.
TYLER
So, what's goin' on here? Who you
guys looking for?
Vi leans in closer.
VI
A Slayer. Only she doesn't know
she's a Slayer. She left her
purse... Oh! You were here!
Remember the other day, crazy lady
covered in mud...
A shocked expression crosses Tyler's face.
TYLER
No!
Vi get's a confused look on her face.
TYLER (CONT'D)
No! No! NO!
Frank turns from Mike an looks to Vi and Tyler.
FRANK
What's wrong?
TYLER
NO! NO! NO!
VI
I don't know! I think I broke him!
Frank grabs Tyler by his shirt.
FRANK
Tyler!
Tyler falls quiet and stares blankly ahead frowning.
Lon, Tamsin, and Mike all look in Tyler's direction.
LON
(to Frank; annoyed)
Not that I would tell you how to
manage your family, Frank...
Frank turns to Lon.
LON (CONT'D)
...but we're trying to work. So
unless your nephew can tell us the
name of our mystery Slayer...
TYLER
(quietly)
Corrine DuBois.
LON
...I suggest he go upstairs and--
(looking to Tyler)
What?
Everyone looks to Tyler.
TYLER
Her name is Corrine DuBois.
Everyone's faces have questioning expressions.
TYLER (CONT'D)
(raising his drink)
She-devil boss from Hell.
Tyler downs the rest of his beverage. On his sullen
expression we:
SMASH CUT TO:
EXT. CHUCKY'S RESTAURANT - DUSK
Establishing shot of Chucky's Restaurant. While not "classy",
it's the closest that Heaven's Gate has to offer.
INT. CHUCKY'S RESTAURANT - CONTINUOUS
The gang is in the foyer of the restaurant waiting to be
seated. Mike is looking at a wall plaque with the
restaurant's name one it, a sour look on his face. He starts
to look around warily. Frank notices.
FRANK
What are you doing?
MIKE
Looking for the creepy little doll
with a knife.
Mike shudders. Frank smirks and then looks to Tyler.
FRANK
(to Tyler)
You sure she's here?
TYLER
The woman made me memorize her
schedule. I can tell you her every
move for the next two weeks...
(beat)
...even when she has her next PAP
smear.
Frank, Lon, & Mike all pull grossed-out faces. Vi and Tamsin
smirk to each other in response.
FRANK
I don't think that will be
necessary.
MIKE
(pouting)
I didn't get to do my spell.
Vi puts her arm around him. Mike leans his head on her
shoulder, continuing to ham it up.
Frank's gaze scans the restaurant.
FRANK
(to Lon)
Grab a table, I'll see if I can
find Ms. DuBois.
Tyler grabs his arm.
TYLER
Hey! I'm coming with you.
FRANK
I don't think that's a good idea.
TYLER
Why not? I know her. Not well, but
better that you do. Besides, I'm
not letting you get me fired.
Frank looks at Tyler for a second, debating what his nephew
said.
FRANK
Okay. But let me do the talking.
Frank and Tyler leave the gang in the foyer and begin to walk
through the restaurant. Frank spots Corrine sitting at a
table alone looking at her menu.
Frank motions to Tyler to follow him, but Tyler quickly moves
past him, beating Frank to the table by several steps.
TYLER
Ms. DuBois?
Corrine looks up from her menu. She looks surprised to see
Tyler.
CORRINE
Tyler? What are you--
She notices Frank as he steps up beside Tyler. Her expression
changes to one of a caged animal.
FRANK
Ms. DuBois. I'm Frank McGann,
Tyler's uncle. I'd like a word with
you.
TYLER
(to Corrine)
I just want to let you know that I
have nothing to do with this.
Frank gives Tyler a "thank's a lot" look and then continues.
FRANK
(to Corrine)
If we could go somewhere a little
more private.
Corrine pushes back her chair and stands.
CORRINE
I don't think we have anything to
discuss.
Corrine hurriedly makes her way toward the door. She sees the
team standing in the foyer. She turns and heads toward the
back of the restaurant.
Lon, Tamsin, and Vi motion to pursue her, but Frank holds up
his hand for them to stay put.
Corrine spots a side door, pushes it and exits out into the
alley. Frank and Tyler exit right behind her.
CUT TO:
EXT. CHUCKY'S RESTAURANT - ALLEYWAY - NIGHT.
Corrine hurries down the alley. Frank and Tyler in hot
pursuit.
FRANK
Ms. DuBois! Please wait! I need to
talk to you!
Corrine stops and whips around to face Frank.
CORRINE
Fine! What do you want from me?!
Frank and Tyler approach.
FRANK
I just want to help you. I know
things are weird for you right now.
Corrine crosses her arms and listens impatiently.
FRANK (CONT'D)
But what's happening to you is
normal. Well... not exactly normal,
but you're not alone.
(beat)
You're not going to understand
this, but you're a--
CORRINE
Slayer.
Frank and Tyler look at each other and then back to Corrine.
CORRINE (CONT'D)
I'm a Slayer.
One Frank and Tyler's stunned expressions we:
CUT TO BLACK.
END OF ACT THREE
ACT FOUR
FADE IN:
EXT. CHUCKY'S RESTAURANT - ALLEYWAY - NIGHT
Frank and Tyler have stunned looks on their faces. Corrine
stands a few feet away, arms crossed, facing them.
FRANK
You know you're a Slayer? But how--
CORRINE
Mr. McGann, I have a PhD in
Business and the entire resources
of a billion dollar corporation at
my finger tips. You think I'm not
smart enough to find
www.chosenone.com?
(beat)
After I was Called, it only took me
a few weeks to figure out what was
happening to me.
Frank looks questioningly at her.
FRANK
So if you've known all these years,
why didn't you get in touch with
the Council? And why the shocked
look back at the diner?
CORRINE
Because I don't want to be a
Slayer! I thought that living in
this tiny town, I'd never run into
another one.
Frank smirks lightly.
FRANK
Well... You can't just not be a
Slayer. I mean, it's who you are.
It's what you do. You're a fighter.
Corrine steps closer, her face turning from nervousness to
anger.
CORRINE
(coldly)
A fighter?
Frank takes a step back, forcing Tyler back also.
CORRINE (CONT'D)
When my parents died and my sister
and I had to fend for ourselves, I
fought!
She takes another step closer. Frank and Tyler again take
another step backward.
CORRINE (CONT'D)
Foster home after foster home, I
fought!
Another step forward for Corrine and backward for the men.
CORRINE (CONT'D)
Working three jobs to put myself
through college, I fought! All my
life, I've done nothing but fight.
The look of anger fades from Corrine's face, her true fatigue
finally showing.
CORRINE (CONT'D)
I'm tired of fighting, Mr. McGann.
Frank and Tyler look at Corrine sympathetically.
ZORG (O.S.)
Well, what do we have here?
Frank, Tyler, and Corrine turn and look toward the side of
the alley. There stands Zorg. Harold tentatively peeks at the
three over Zorg's shoulder.
Frank steps in front of Corrine and Tyler.
FRANK
(to Corrine and Tyler)
Go back inside and get the others.
ZORG
What? And break up our intimate
little get together?
Zorg grabs Frank by his shirt, lifts him up, and SLAMS him
into the alley wall.
ZORG (CONT'D)
(to Harold)
Watch those two.
Harold steps up to Tyler and Corrine. He stands in front of
them doing his best to look tough.
Zorg pushes Frank harder into the brick wall.
ZORG (CONT'D)
(to Frank)
You should feel honored. Killing
you is the first step to me
controlling this town. Your name
will be legend.
FRANK
(sarcastically)
How comforting.
Zorg THROWS Frank across the alley.
Frank hits the opposite alley wall, rolling down into the
various metal trash cans and litter, finally coming to rest
motionless on the ground.
Corrine and Tyler gasp. They motion to move toward him, but
Harold blocks their path.
Frank groans. He opens his eyes and slowly stands. He moves
his neck from side to side. It POPS loudly.
Zorg looks at him, surprised by his stamina.
FRANK (CONT'D)
You throw like my grandma! And
she's been dead for twenty years!
Zorg glares. He moves toward Frank, his wrist spear JUTTING
out as he advances. As Zorg reaches him, Frank grabs the lid
off one of the trash cans, bringing it up in front of him as
a shield.
Zorg thrust at Frank. Frank uses this lid to deflect the
blow. Frank SWINGS back with the lid, hitting Zorg hard in
the face. Zorg attacks again. And again Frank deflects.
Zorg pulls back his arm and PUNCHES forward. Frank once again
brings up his shield, but this time Zorg's spear makes
contact. It PIERCES the trash can lid and PUNCTURES Frank's
left shoulder. Frank screams out in pain.
Corrine and Tyler again gasp.
Zorg gives Frank a cruel smile and TWISTS his spear in
deeper. Frank screams more. He lets go of the lid and grabs
the spear with both hands trying to keep it from going
deeper.
ZORG
Now your friend's are going to
watch you die. Any last words?
Frank looks to Corrine.
FRANK
(to Corrine)
Corrine. Help me.
Corrine shakes her head.
CORRINE
I can't.
FRANK
(firmly)
You can.
Zorg turns his head and looks in her direction.
ZORG
Ha! You think she can help you?
Look at her! She might break a nail
or scuff her lovely shoes.
Harold laughs.
ZORG (CONT'D)
She's just a weak little girl.
Corrine's expression turns cold.
CORRINE
You like my shoes?
ZORG
What?
CORRINE
I asked you if you liked my shoes.
You said they were lovely.
Zorg seems a bit confused by this line of questioning. He
looks down at her shoes.
ZORG
Um... Yes. They're very nice.
CORRINE
Then here. Have a closer look.
Suddenly, Corrine KICKS her foot out. Her shoe flies off her
foot with lightning speed.
CU on her high heeled shoe as it flies through the air in
SLOW-MOTION.
Before Zorg can react, the shoe hits him, LODGING into his
right eye, heel first. It's Zorg's turn to scream. He
retracts his wrist spear, pulling it from Frank's shoulder as
he does. He grabs at his face as Frank falls to the ground
grabbing at his own wound.
Harold shrieks seeing his brother's predicament. Corrine
takes advantage of this and, with a burst of Slayer strength,
THROWS Harold across the alley.
Zorg drops to his knees as he continues to grab at his eye.
Corrine LEAPS into the air and lands on Zorg's back.
Tyler runs to his uncle.
Zorg tries to throw Corrine off, but she grabs him on either
side of his head and quickly twist. There is a loud SNAP as
his neck breaks. Zorg drops to the ground, motionless.
Harold, pulling himself off the ground, sees his brother.
HAROLD
Zorg!
Corrine stands, cool and prepared to battle further.
CORRINE
You want some of this too?
Harold holds up his hands.
HAROLD
No! I just want to make sure he's
dead.
Corrine looks at him questioningly. She looks down to Zorg's
lifeless body and kicks it lightly. It doesn't move.
CORRINE
It would seem so.
Harold jumps excitedly.
HAROLD
Yeah!
(beat)
He was always ordering me around.
Calling me names.
(imitating Zorg)
Do this, Harold! Do that, Harold!
You're so stupid, Harold!
(looking down at Zorg's
body)
Well, who's stupid now, Zorg?!
Harold gives a gleeful laugh. He straightens up and looks at
Corrine, Frank, and Tyler.
HAROLD (CONT'D)
I'm going to the circus.
Harold turns and runs happily up the alley.
Corrine moves to Frank. She and Tyler help Frank to his feet.
CORRINE
(to Frank)
Are you alright?
Frank groans and chuckles a little.
FRANK
(nodding toward his
shoulder)
This? I've cut myself worse
shaving. Nothing that a few
stitches and a bottle of Jack
Daniels won't fix.
(beat)
That was incredible. You know that?
You tapped into your Slayer
abilities like you'd been training
for years.
Corrine lets go of Frank, her mood once again distant. He
looks at her questioningly.
She bends down and pulls her shoe from Zorg's eye socket,
placing it back on her foot.
CORRINE
Well, don't get used to it. This
was a one shot deal.
Corrine brushes at her clothing, smoothing the wrinkles.
FRANK
You can't be serious.
(sternly)
The more you deny who you are, the
more it will eat away at you.
Corrine steps up to Frank.
CORRINE
I'm doing fine! Thank you very
much!
Mike, Vi, Tamsin, and Lon exit from the restaurant into the
alley.
FRANK
Oh, really? Cause from where I'm
standing, you're a mess, sister!
(beat)
You might look calm and cool in
your expensive clothes, driving
around in your fancy car, but
inside, I'll bet you're falling
apart.
Tamsin, Lon, Vi, and Mike approach slowly. Corrine's face
saddens.
CU on Tyler's face. He looks shocked by Frank's words.
FRANK (CONT'D)
You seeing a shrink? Taking anti
depressants maybe? Toss and turn
all night because you're terrified
of the dreams?! I'm surprised
you're not insane already!
Tyler jumps between Corrine and Frank, his face showing his
anger.
TYLER
That's enough, Frank! Leave her
alone!
Frank is taken aback by Tyler's outburst. Looks of shock also
cross the rest of the team's faces.
TYLER (CONT'D)
She might be a "Slayer", but she's
also a person with feelings. She
doesn't need you coming down on
her. She needs compassion. She
needs someone who accepts her for
who she is. She needs... She needs
a friend.
Corrine and Tyler's eyes meet momentarily. Touched by his
words, her expression softens. A moment passes between them.
Frank huffs.
FRANK
Don't blame me. I'm not the bad guy
here. I didn't make her a Slayer.
(to Corrine; firmly)
And like it or not, that's what you
are, sweetheart!
(beat)
Yeah, it's a dirty job, but
someone's got to do it.
CORRINE
(exhausted)
Then let someone else do it. I'm
done. With it...
(glancing at everyone)
...and all of you.
Tyler's face falls as Corrine turns and walks away.
The tension between Frank and Tyler is still thick in the
air.
TYLER
So much for my job! Thanks a lot,
Frank!
Frank glares at Tyler.
FRANK
Grow up, kid! What we're doing here
is important.
TYLER
And my career's not? This is only
my life we're talking about here!
FRANK
What life! You're a glorified
pencil pusher!
Tyler's anger explodes.
TYLER
Well at least I'm not a washed
up... has-been... fat ex-spy who
has to bully people around to feel
like a man!
He turns and quickly walks away, heading back up the alley,
leaving the onlookers in shock.
FRANK
(calling after him)
Fine! Walk away!
Mike frowns and then races to catch up with Tyler. Frank
continues to stew.
FRANK (CONT'D)
(calling at Tyler)
And I'm not fat!
Frank furrows his brow and rubs his hand over his belly. He
looks to the team.
FRANK (CONT'D)
Right?
Tamsin, Vi, and Lon exchange uneasy glances as we:
FADE TO:
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