01x03
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INT. CAVE
Hazari chants more loudly. In her hands, the box's lid cracks
open, its pictographs GLOWING even more brightly.
Beside her, the SPHERE strobes with light.
A CLOUD of black dust begins to spin violently around her.
She begins to shake with the strain as she chants.
The dust cloud, still spinning, starts to enter the box.
Finally, the entire cloud has entered the box. Hazari quickly
closes the lid. The box's glow diminishes.
The old woman sighs with relief.
Close up on the sphere, its glow fading, as we:
JUMP CUT TO:
INT. FRANK'S SUV - DAY
Mike is sitting in the back seat between Tamsin and Vi. He
jerks. Tamsin and Vi look at him oddly.
MIKE
(annoyed)
Crap.
On his irritated expression we:
FADE TO BLACK.
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
FADE IN:
EXT. MACROWARE - DAY
Establishing shot of Macroware.
CUT TO:
INT. MACROWARE - HALLWAY - DAY
CHAD WARCHUCK is walking toward the camera busy playing his
Nintindo DS. Tyler is walking in the opposite direction. As
Tyler turns to enter his office, he and Chad bump into each
other.
CHAD
(looking at his game)
Aww, man! Look what you made me do!
I was on the ninth...
He looks up. Recognizing Tyler, his face lights up.
CHAD (CONT'D)
Newbie!
TYLER
(smiling)
Hey, Chad.
Chad seems amazed to see Tyler.
CHAD
You're still here! Well that's...
great!
Finding Chad's response a little off-putting, Tyler continues
into his office.
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INT. MACROWARE - TYLER'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
Tyler enters with Chad tagging along.
CHAD
No one's lasted longer than three
days since Janice quit.
(beat)
What's your secret, man? You the
boss lady's long lost nephew?
Tyler walks behind his desk and sits in his chair.
Chad unceremoniously pushes Tyler's paperwork to the side and
sits on the edge of the desk, turning to face Tyler.
CHAD (CONT'D)
Oohh! Blackmail! Got some video of
her doing a little of the ole'...
Chad gyrates his pelvis in a provocative manner.
CHAD (CONT'D)
...wa chicka wa wa!
Tyler looks ill.
The door from Corrine's office opens and CORRINE enters.
Chad turns quickly. Seeing Corrine, he falls off the edge of
the desk, landing on the floor. He quickly jumps to his feet,
looking nervously at Corrine.
CHAD (CONT'D)
Ms. DuBois! Hey! Sorry, I...
slipped.
Corrine eyes him blankly for a second and then turns to
Tyler. She smiles warmly at him.
CORRINE
Tyler, I just wanted to let you
know what a great job you did at
the meeting yesterday. I couldn't
have done it without you.
Tyler blushes.
TYLER
I may have helped out, but it was
you that really sold it. The way
you backed those guys into a
corner, it was genius.
Now it's Corrine's turn to blush.
Chad watches the scene in shock.
CORRINE
Well, I better get going if I'm
going to make my one o'clock.
She starts walking toward the door.
CORRINE (CONT'D)
Diner tonight?
TYLER
You bet! Chucky's. Eight o'clock.
Bye, Corrine.
She waives as she exits. Chad looks awestruck.
CHAD
You... you... You called her the
"C" word!
Tyler looks a little embarrassed.
CHAD (CONT'D)
Oh man! You're my hero, my idol, my
freakin' Yoda! Teach me, oh Great
One!
Tyler continues to redden.
CHAD (CONT'D)
(leering)
I am so gay for you right now.
Tyler again grimaces.
MITCH PETERSON enters from the hallway.
MITCH
Chad, if you're finished sexually
harassing Tyler, I need a word with
him... alone.
Chad turns to Mitch and waggles his eyebrows lasciviously.
CHAD
Jealous?
Mitch gives a slight laugh. He grabs Chad lightly by the arm
and pulls him toward the door.
MITCH
Say goodbye, Chad.
Mitch pushes him out the door. As Chad is exiting, he shouts
back at Tyler.
CHAD
Catch you later, Newbie!
Mitch laughs, shaking his head as he closes the door.
MITCH
You've just got to ignore Chad
sometimes. He's really a good guy.
He's just so...
(beat)
...damn annoying!
(chuckle)
Good thing he's such a whiz at
reverse engineering or we would
have killed him a long time ago.
Tyler grins as Mitch approaches his desk.
MITCH (CONT'D)
The reason I'm here, Tyler, is that
Jon wanted me to invite you to come
see him.
An awed look crosses Tyler's face.
TYLER
(excited)
Jon? As in Jon Bates?!
Mitch laughs lightly at Tyler's excitement. He nods.
TYLER (CONT'D)
He wants to see me?!
Again Mitch nods. Tyler starts to hyperventilate.
MITCH
Hey! Relax.
(jokingly)
'Cause if you pass out, I'm not
carrying you to his office. Not
with this back.
Tyler attempts to get a hold of himself.
TYLER
When does he want to see me?
MITCH
(shrugging)
You busy now?
On Tyler's shocked expression we:
CUT TO:
INT. FRANK'S DINER - MIDDAY
The gang enters the diner, Frank and Mike leading the way.
FRANK
You're sure you saw the sphere?
MIKE
(nodding)
Oh yeah. This gnarly old chick was
using it to make this black cloud
go into the box.
The gang heads into the kitchen.
INT. FRANK'S DINER - KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
LON
(to Mike)
Black cloud?
MIKE
Yeah. But it almost seemed to be
alive.
(beat)
Like the smoke monster on "Lost".
Vi and Tamsin nod in recognition. Lon frowns, not getting the
reference.
Frank hits the switch behind the refrigerator revealing the
stairs to Command Central.
LON
(to Frank)
May I see the picture?
Frank reaches in his shirt pocket and pulls out the photo of
the box. He hands it to Lon as he precedes the team down the
stairs. The refrigerator swings back into place.
INT. COMMAND CENTRAL - CONTINUOUS
The team enters the command area, Lon still looking at the
photo.
LON
These symbols are early Native
American.
(nodding to the cave)
Like the symbols on the cave wall.
TAMSIN
You think there's a connection?
LON
Possibly. Both the box and the
sphere were in Mike's vision.
FRANK
Only one way to find out.
Frank looks to Mike and gestures toward the sphere.
Mike walks over to the orb. The others follow. Mike stands
before the orb as the others gather around him.
He reaches out and cups it in his hands. The sphere begins to
GLOW. Mike's eye's go white.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. CAVE - CONTINUOUS
Mike stands before the orb, out of sync with reality.
KAT appears before him.
MIKE
Hey, Kat.
KAT
We've been expecting you, Mike.
MIKE
We?
Beside Kat appears the old woman from Mike's visions.
KAT
This is Shamanka Hazari, priestess
to the Powers that Be. Her people
built this place thousands of years
ago.
HAZARI
(subtitled from ancient
native tongue; irritated)
Quiet, girl! Who I was is not
important! The child must learn
what he is up against. That is why
I gave him the visions.
Kat simply nods.
HAZARI (CONT'D)
(to Mike)
Inside the box is The Source, the
essence of the first vampire. Its
power was so great that millennia
after its death, its disembodied
spirit still roamed the earth.
Mike gives an unsteady look.
HAZARI (CONT'D)
Over the centuries, many humans
have tried to control it. It
consumed them all. The last such
time, The Source caused much sorrow
to my people. Many battles were
fought, many lives lost before it
was finally defeated. With the help
of the Ha'dish Pramatat, I removed
its essence from the ether. I
trapped it in the vessel so that it
could no longer be a temptation to
mankind.
MIKE
But it wasn't humans that stole the
box. It was vampires.
Hazari looks away from Mike and stares out into space as if
seeing something invisible.
HAZARI
So much the worse. I fear their
plans are more terrible than any
mere mortals could devise.
(looking back to Mike;
urgently)
You must retrieve the box before
the clock strikes midnight, for
that is when it shall be opened.
Now go. Time is short and the fate
of the world rests in your hands.
Hazari vanishes.
MIKE
(frustrated)
Want to tell me where it is?
HAZARI
(disembodied)
Go, child!
Mike rolls his eyes.
MIKE
So... that's a "no" then?
Mike turns to Kat. She shrugs and gives him a bittersweet
smile.
KAT
Good luck. And take care of Frank
for me.
Kat vanishes.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. COMMAND CENTRAL - CONTINUOUS
With the team surrounding him, Mike takes his hands off the
sphere, his eyes returning to normal. Mike looks at the team,
an annoyed look on his face.
In unison, the team give worried looks.
On Mike's expression we:
CUT TO:
INT. MACROWARE - JON BATES' OUTER OFFICE - DAY
Mitch enters followed closely by Tyler who still appears a
bit shell shocked.
MITCH
It's okay, Tyler. He's a normal guy
just like you and me.
Tyler does not look convinced as the two move to Jon's office
door.
Mitch gives a quick knock, and without waiting for a
response, opens the door. He motions for Tyler to enter.
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INT. MACROWARE - JON BATES' OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
Tyler walks in as Mitch closes the door, remaining outside.
Jon's office is large with a big picture window which looks
out over the scenic town of Heaven's Gate. On the walls are
framed articles about MacroWare.
Tyler looks at the room's desk. On its surface is a nameplate
which reads, "Jon Bates - Fearless Leader". Tyler chuckles
lightly as he reads it.
Behind the nameplate is a silver letter opener. Tyler picks
it up. Engraved on it is "May all your dreams come true."
JON (O.S.)
My dad gave me that.
Tyler whirls around to see JON BATES standing in the doorway
of the room's bathroom. He is early 40's, tall, handsome,
chiseled features, casually dressed.
Jon smiles warmly at him as he begins to cross the room.
Tyler nervously sets the letter opener back down.
JON (CONT'D)
The day I started this company. Of
course back then, it was no bigger
than a two-car garage. Just shows
you what you can accomplish when
people believe in you.
(beat)
Great to meet you, Tyler. Jon
Bates.
Jon extends his hand. Tyler grabs it, shaking it
enthusiastically.
TYLER
I know!
(embarrassed)
I mean... nice to meet you, sir.
Jon gives a small laugh.
JON
Just Jon will do. And relax!
Jon gives Tyler a wink and a friendly jab in the arm. He
motions for Tyler to sit in the chair in front of his desk.
Jon moves to sit down behind the desk. He smiles warmly as he
takes an appraising look at Tyler who is obviously doing his
best to pretend to be relaxed.
JON (CONT'D)
So... You're the famous Tyler
McGann I've heard so much about.
Tyler looks a bit worried.
JON (CONT'D)
(chuckling)
Oh, don't worry. Only good things.
Tyler smiles, genuinely looking a little more relaxed.
JON (CONT'D)
Actually, it's the source of those
compliments that has me a bit
intrigued about you.
Tyler again looks confused.
JON (CONT'D)
Corrine DuBois. She likes you. And,
as you've probably figured out
already, Corrine doesn't like
people easily.
Tyler blushes slightly.
JON (CONT'D)
At least... not these days.
A flicker of sadness crosses Jon's face.
TYLER
What do you mean?
JON
That's kind of what I wanted to
talk to you about, Tyler.
Tyler looks uncomfortable.
JON (CONT'D)
Look, I know we've just met,
literally, but I'm going to lay it
on the line.
Jon stands. He walks around the front of the desk to stand
before Tyler. He leans against the desk, crosses his arms,
and continues.
JON (CONT'D)
Corrine's always been a driven
individual. A real shark, if you
know what I mean. But below that
tough exterior, she had this inner
glow. Once you saw it...
(wistfully)
...you knew just what an incredible
lady she really was.
Jon takes a few steps and then turns back to Tyler.
JON (CONT'D)
A few years ago, something changed.
That glow just started to fade
until one day it disappeared
completely. She closed herself off
to everyone.
(quietly)
Even me.
Once again a sad expression flickers across Jon's face.
JON (CONT'D)
Anyway, I don't know how you did
it, but in just a few days, you've
managed to rekindle that spark.
Tyler seems moved by Jon's words.
TYLER
You care a lot about her.
Feeling he has overstepped his bounds, Tyler quickly
apologizes.
TYLER (CONT'D)
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to--
JON
No. You're right. I do care. And
that's why I'd consider it a
personal favor if you kept an eye
on her for me.
(beat)
With the release of our new OS this
quarter, she's under a lot of
pressure. I'd hate for her to lose
what ground you've helped her to
regain.
Tyler stands, facing Jon a determined look on his face.
TYLER
You can count on me.
Jon smiles warmly at him and places his hand on Tyler's
shoulder.
JON
I can see what Corrine sees in you.
You're a good kid.
Tyler again blushes. Jon reverts once again to this charming
smile. He pats Tyler's shoulder and then moves toward the
office's wet bar.
JON (CONT'D)
Now. Let's get to know each other,
Tyler McGann. Drink?
Tyler smiles broadly as we:
FADE TO BLACK:
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
INT. FRANK'S DINER - LATE AFTERNOON
At the counter sit Lon, in his usual spot, Tamsin, & Mike.
Behind the counter, leaning over, stand Frank and Vi. All
have vexed looks on their faces.
VI
How are we supposed to track this
thing down before midnight? We
don't even know where to start
looking for it!
FRANK
(shrugging)
You got me, princess.
MIKE
(sarcastically)
And don't forget. The fate of the
world depends on it.
TAMSIN
(sigh)
So, just another day at the office,
then?
There is a pause as the entire team thinks about their next
move. The diner phone rings. Frank gets a questioning look on
his face as he walks over and answers it.
FRANK
Frank's Diner.
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INT. POLICE HEADQUARTERS - CONTINUOUS
Sitting behind her desk is Tanya. In front of her is an open
folder.
TANYA
Frank. It's Detective Jamison. Any
news on the box?
INTERCUT BETWEEN FRANK AND TANYA.
FRANK
Yeah.
(beat)
You don't want to know.
TANYA
That's what I was afraid of.
FRANK
Anything new on your end?
TANYA
Yes, as a matter of fact. There's
been another murder. Shop keeper.
Same M.O. as the wife and the
museum guard. The victim was the
owner of Dante's Occult Shop. You
know it?
FRANK
Yeah. Run down little place over on
4th.
TANYA
Might be run down, but apparently
it's got better security than our
local museum.
FRANK
How's that?
TANYA
Closed-circuit camera caught the
whole thing on video; the robbery,
the murder, even a pretty good shot
of the perp's face. We ran it
through the system but didn't come
up with any matches. I thought I'd
send it your way.
FRANK
(grinning)
That's great, Tanya! I could kiss
you!
TANYA
(deadpan)
No. You couldn't.
Tanya hangs up the phone.
Frank turns back to the team with a big grin on his face as
we:
JUMP CUT TO:
INT. COMMAND CENTRAL - NIGHT
CU on a black and white photo of Silas in Dante's Occult
Shop.
FRANK
How much longer?
The group is waiting anxiously. Frank is holding the photo of
Silas as Lon is looking at a computer terminal.
LON
Our database is very extensive. It
could take quite some time-- Wait.
We've got a match.
Lon studies his screen harder.
LON (CONT'D)
(distressed)
My goodness.
FRANK
(irritated)
Mind sharing with the rest of the
class?
LON
(distracted)
Oh, yes. Of course.
Lon hits a button and an image of Silas appears on the main
computer screen.
LON (CONT'D)
Silas. Last name unknown. First
documented sighting in the late
1600's. Intelligent and cunning,
but seems fairly level headed as
far as vampires go.
TAMSIN
He doesn't sound so bad.
(beat)
And he's quite fit, actually.
Tamsin gives her brother a cheeky grin. The rest of the team
give a small chuckle.
LON
Well, don't fill out your Match.com
profile just yet. He's taken.
Lon hits a button on the computer. The image of Silas is
replaced by one of Silas and Hester.
LON (CONT'D)
Hester, his partner in crime. She's
the one that we have to worry
about. Unlike her companion here,
she has a particularly cruel
streak. When not inflicting pain
and suffering on the innocent, she
likes to occupy her time with...
(beat)
...trying to bring about the end of
the world.
Concerned looks all around.
LON (CONT'D)
If Silas is here, you can bet
Hester isn't far.
Frank looks to Lon.
FRANK
Look up everything we know about
these two. See if you can come up
with a likely hide-out.
Lon nods as Frank turns to Tamsin and Vi.
FRANK (CONT'D)
Tamsin. You and Vi go over the
inventory of stolen goods from
Dante's. Maybe we can figure out
what they're up to.
Tamsin and Vi nod and move over to another computer terminal.
Frank turns to Mike.
FRANK (CONT'D)
Mike, get back on that thing...
(nodding toward the
sphere)
...and see if you can find out
anything else from this Hazari
woman. Beg, plead, charm her pants
off if you have to. If she's right
and we only have until midnight,
we're in deep trouble.
Mike nods and moves to the sphere.
Frank looks around the room at his team members. He looks
down at his watch, a worried expression on his face.
CU on his watch. The time is 8:00 p.m. as we:
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