01x06
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INT. FRANK'S DINER - CONTINUOUS
Lon is sitting at the counter looking through some files.
Frank and Tommy enter from the kitchen. Lon looks at Tommy
with a surprised expression as the boy comes around the
counter.
FRANK
Lon. This is Tommy.
Seeing Lon in his suit, Tommy eyes him suspiciously. Lon
gives Frank a baleful look.
Tommy sits down a few seats away from Lon and begins to eat
from his box. Frank leans on the counter, leaning close to
Lon.
LON
(quietly)
I certainly hope he's not staying.
Remember what happened the last
time we had unexpected guests?
FRANK
(quietly; firmly)
I don't want to hear it.
Lon closes his mouth and shakes his head.
FRANK (CONT'D)
How's it going with Vi?
LON
I don't know.
FRANK
What do you mean you don't know?
LON
(annoyed)
They won't let me in.
Frank furrows his brow.
FRANK
We'll see about that.
(nodding to Tommy)
Offer the kid some dessert. And be
nice.
Frank walks from behind the counter.
FRANK (CONT'D)
(to Tommy)
Be right back.
Tommy nods as Frank exits up the stairs.
Lon rolls his eyes and looks to Tommy. He puts on a fake
smile, which comes across more as creepy than friendly. He
scoots a seat closer to Tommy.
LON
Hello, young man.
Tommy stops eating and once again looks suspiciously at Lon.
LON (CONT'D)
(enticingly)
Who wants sticky buns?
For a moment, Lon continues to smile while Tommy continues to
eye him.
TOMMY
Perv.
Tommy turns away and resumes eating. Off Lon's confused
expression we:
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INT. FRANK'S APARTMENT - HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS
Frank beats on Vi's door. Tamsin opens the door a crack.
Frank moves to enter, but finds that Tamsin is firmly holding
the door, blocking his entrance.
TAMSIN
I said, "No!"
Frank opens his mouth to argue, but Tamsin closes the door in
his face. Frank frowns and turns to walk away as we:
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INT. VI'S BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS
Vi sits in front of a large mirror, her hair pinned back out
of her face. Tamsin crosses the room to stand behind her. She
clutches a make-up bag in her hand.
VI
(pouting)
This stinks.
TAMSIN
Oh, stop whining.
VI
Easy for you to say.
TAMSIN
Yes. Yes it is.
VI
You're not the one who has to sneak
into a drug ring.
TAMSIN
Don't be silly. You're not going to
be sneaking in.
(beat)
You're going to flirt your way in.
VI
Well, in that case...
Tamsin spins Vi's chair away from the mirror to face her. She
begins to apply heavy amounts of eye shadow to Vi.
TAMSIN
Come on. You know this is going to
be fun.
VI
Fun? I could die.
TAMSIN
No you couldn't. Don't be
ridiculous.
VI
Could so.
Tamsin stops applying Vi's make-up.
TAMSIN
Well, yes, technically, I suppose
so. But you fight vampires. You're
a Slayer. That's a hell of a lot
more dangerous than flirting with
some guy.
Tamsin continues to apply the make-up.
VI
Did you ever see "Scarface"?
TAMSIN
(duh)
Of course I did. I'm not Lon.
(beat)
There.
Vi smiles as Tamsin spins Vi back toward the mirror and steps
back to admire her handy-work.
TAMSIN (CONT'D)
What do you think?
Vi looks at herself in the mirror. Her face reveals that she
is not happy with the reflection looking back at her.
VI
I look like a hooker.
TAMSIN
(offended)
I'm not done yet.
VI
So when you're done, I'm gonna look
less like a hooker?
TAMSIN
Well, no.
(quickly)
But you'll look like a really
expensive hooker.
Vi nods.
VI
It's a shame my mother's not here
to see this. She'd be so proud. "My
little girl's grown up to be a
prostitute! My hopes, my dreams, my
prayers have been answered."
It's Tamsin's turn to laugh as she opens the cap on a tube of
red lipstick and rolls it out.
TAMSIN
(smirking)
You just wait until you've seen
your outfit. Now pucker up.
Vi deflates sadly as we:
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EXT. CITY STREET - NIGHT
CU on a pair of high-heeled boots walking. "Sassy Thang" by X
Quisite plays as the camera slowly PANS UP to reveal shapely
legs wearing fishnet-stockings, a short denim microskirt, and
a tight tank-top, the contents of which appear to have been
artificially "enhanced".
PULL BACK to reveal Vi doing her best sexy strut. A couple of
YOUNG GUYS leaning against the wall talking watch her as she
passes by. One of them wolf-whistles at her.
Vi stops walking, rolls her eyes in an irritated fashion, and
then continues on her way.
VI
(muttering)
...so freaking cold...
FRANK
(filtered, over earpiece)
Hang in there, kiddo.
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INT. FRANK'S SUV - CONTINUOUS
From inside the vehicle's interior and over Frank's shoulder,
camera shot of Vi walking up ahead of the car on the opposite
side of the street.
FRANK (V.O.)
You should have contact with the
target soon.
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EXT. CITY STREET - CONTINUOUS
FRANK'S SUV and be seen behind Vi, following, but not too
closely. Vi continues walking.
VI
(quietly)
I'd better. These boot are killing
me.
Vi looks down, watching her stylish stiletto leather boots as
they move under her. She doesn't see the man coming from
around the corner until she's already bumped into him.
VI (CONT'D)
Oh, sorry, I didn't--
She stops short. The man she's bumped into is CARLTON.
VI (CONT'D)
(suddenly sexy)
Oh. Hi.
CARLTON
Sorry about that.
VI
Oh, no, it was my fault. I really
should watch--
(she blatantly looks
Carlton up and down)
--where I'm going.
Carlton returns Vi's check-out, liking what he sees.
CARLTON
Naw, naw. Totally my bad.
Vi giggles and shifts her weight to one leg, accentuating her
hip.
VI
I was just trying-- I mean, it gets
scary out here at night. All alone.
CARTLON
I can understand that.
VI
I was just thinking about how I
wished I had someone to keep me
company out here. You know?
Vi gives Carlton a half-wink. He grins.
CARLTON
Yeah, baby. I know what you mean.
You wanna come back to my place?
I can keep you company there. It's
nice and safe.
VI
Mmm, sounds nice.
They lock hands and walk off together. We linger on the now
empty sidewalk. After a beat, Frank's SUV drives past,
following the two.
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INT. CARLTON'S HOUSE - LATER
CARLTON
Guys.
(beat; they don't react)
Guys!
Nash and Pogue snap to attention. Carlton puts his arm around
Vi's waist.
CARLTON (CONT'D)
This is Vi. She's gonna be hanging
out with us tonight.
Nash and Pogue grin.
POGUE
Awesome!
Nash doesn't speak, but the leer he gives Vi speaks volumes.
Vi puts on a brave face as we:
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INT. FRANK'S SUV - NIGHT
Frank and Lon sit in the front seat, with Tamsin and Mike in
the back. Frank and Lon are wearing headphones, the big
covers-your-ears type. Each of them has one ear covered, the
other open, so they can listen in on Vi's conversation and
hear the goings-on around them at the same time. Tamsin
doesn't look happy.
TAMSIN
I never get to sit in the front.
LON
Shh.
TAMSIN
(beat)
But it's not fair.
FRANK
Calm down.
The team sits in silence for a beat.
TAMSIN
This is sexism.
FRANK
(huff)
It's not.
TAMSIN
All the big strong men up front,
all the little girls sitting in the
back.
Mike looks over at Tamsin, indignant.
MIKE
Hey! All man here, sister!
TAMSIN
Oh, cool it, ya sissy.
The car falls quiet. Lon and Frank stare into the distance,
listening to the earphones.
LON
I can't hear anything.
FRANK
Ssh.
LON
What? There's no sound. I can't
hear anything and neither can you.
FRANK
I might be able to hear something
if you'd shut your trap.
Lon tosses his headphones against the dashboard, turning
around in his seat to harangue Tamsin.
LON
The listening device you planted on
her isn't working.
TAMSIN
Oh, sure, blame the girl.
(beat)
It was working earlier. It probably
fell off.
LON
Planting the bug was your job. You
were supposed to hide it in her
clothes.
TAMSIN
Well, you didn't exactly give me a
lot of clothes to pick from, did
you, you limey old perv?
Lon is flustered.
LON
(to himself)
Why does everyone keep calling me
that?
(to Tamsin)
And I don't like what I've just
been accused of!
TAMSIN
Tough!
As they continue to argue, the camera slowly PULLS BACK, away
from them, OUT OF THE CAR, ACROSS THE STREET, and BACK INTO
CARLTON'S WINDOW.
INT. CARLTON'S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS
Carlton himself is standing there, looking out at the car,
where the outlines of the occupants can clearly be seen
arguing. Vi sits in a recliner just in front of him facing
Nash and Pogue.
CARLTON
(to Vi)
I've got to check on something in
the basement... be right back.
(to Nash and Pogue)
You guys keep the lady company for
me.
Nash and Pogue nod, both smiling at Vi like they could eat
her up. Vi doesn't look happy to be left alone with these two
but puts on a brave smile.
VI
Don't take too long, baby.
Carlton walks through the hallway and opens a small door.
Behind the door are a set of stairs. Carlton heads down the
stairs, closing the door behind him and forcing a:
BLACK OUT:
INT. CARLTON'S BASEMENT - CONTINUOUS
It is pitch black. CU on a bare light bulb as it flicks on.
Carlton walks down the stairs presumedly talking to himself.
CARLTON
Looks like my new playmate is not
who she says she is.
Carlton reaches the bottom of the stairs. The camera follows
him as he crosses the room.
He stops, apparently talking to some one, or something.
CARLTON (CONT'D)
But like dad always says, "Don't
mix business with pleasure."
(beat)
"And when a problem comes up...
The SHADOW of an unseen beast cast on the wall behind him.
CARLTON (CONT'D)
...deal with it."
CU on Carlton's sinister smile as we:
FADE TO BLACK.
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
CLOSE ON:
A BEAUTIFUL DEMON we'll call PIXIE. She's quadrupedal, with
long, silvery fur, purple glowing eyes, and rounded teeth
that jut out of her mouth because of a small overbite. Pixie
is covered in small purple orbs which cling to her fur. She
makes a musical BAYING, like a higher-pitch whale song, as
she paces back and forth. We PULL BACK TO:
INT. CARLTON'S BASEMENT
...reveal that Pixie is trapped in a huge steel cage, padding
across the cold rock floor of the basement. Purple orbs are
scattered on the ground in front of the cage, clearly having
fallen off Pixie's fur. Carlton stands in front of her,
watching her move.
CARLTON (CONT'D)
Oh, now that's a good girl. Making
more orbs for daddy? Who's a good
girl?
Pixie SQUEALS with alarm as Carlton sweeps up the orbs from
the floor of her cage and carries the handfuls to a table in
the back.
Carlton spreads the orbs out on the table and digs around in
the basement until he gets to a cardboard box. He opens the
box, and we can see that it's filled with identical purple
balls. He places the box at the edge of the table and sweeps
the balls into the box. He then closes the lid and tapes it
closed.
CARLTON (CONT'D)
That's another full box, girl.
You're doing real good. But...
Carlton approaches the cage and reaches in, grabbing a
handful of orbs on Pixie's hair. He RIPS them off her,
causing her to SHRIEK. Carlton slips the orbs into his pocket
and turns around, heading to the stairs.
CARLTON (CONT'D)
I'm gonna need to borrow these.
Carlton heads up the stairs, leaving Pixie CAWING in her
cage.
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INT. CARLTON'S KITCHEN - LATER
Carlton takes a glass out of a cabinet and sets it on the
counter, next to a bottle of wine. He pours the wine into the
glass, then reaches into his pocket.
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INT. CARLTON'S LIVING ROOM - MOMENTS LATER
Vi sits on one side of the room, Nash and Pogue on the other.
Nash and Pogue are laughing. Vi laughs as well, an uncertain,
false laugh. God bless her, she's trying her best. Their
laughter fades out and Pogue eyes Vi.
POGUE
So... are you, like, Carlton's...
date?
VI
Oh, um, I don't...
POGUE
'Cause if not, I was thinking me
and you could maybe... hang out
some time?
Nash slaps Pogue on the side.
POGUE (CONT'D)
Oh, yeah, me and you and Nash. All
three of us.
Pogue and Nash smile lustfully at Vi. A disgusted look
crosses her face.
VI
That... uh... is...
CARLTON (O.S.)
Come on, guys.
Carlton emerges from the kitchen, holding a tray. On the tray
are three plastic cups and a glass, each filled with wine.
CARLTON (CONT'D)
We talked about this. Keep it in
your pants.
He puts the tray down on the table.
CARLTON (CONT'D)
(to Vi; with a wink)
Miss me, babe?
Vi smiles back at Carlton as we:
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INT. FRANK'S SUV - NIGHT
Frank and Lon have taken off their earphones. Mike and Tamsin
sit silently in the backseat.
TAMSIN
(to Mike)
Where's Tyler?
FRANK
(over his shoulder)
Seeing as how he lacks superpowers,
I put him somewhere he could do
some good.
(to Mike)
You told him about the computer
maintenance I wanted him to do?
MIKE
(looking away)
Um, yeah, uh, I made sure he'd be
busy all night.
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INT. FRANK'S DINER - CONTINUOUS
CU of Tyler, a look of concentration on his face as he rubs
his temples.
CU on a small stack of college text books on the counter; Art
History, Advanced English.
Tyler sits at the counter, pouring over yet another textbook.
He holds a calculator in one hand and a pencil in the other.
TYLER
Dammit!
He throws the pencil to the table and slams the calculator
down, looking at the piece of paper in front of him
carefully.
TYLER (CONT'D)
(mumbling)
Stupid Mike and his stupid
homework... and his stupid
blackmail...
Tyler picks up the pencil and starts to write.
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INT. FRANK'S SUV - CONTINUOUS
As before.
LON
(worried)
She's been in there a long time...
FRANK
Don't worry about it.
LON
What if she's hurt?
FRANK
Don't worry about it.
LON
She could be in danger-- she could
have been shot!
FRANK
Listen. You've never been on an
undercover mission. I have. Trust
me, when things go wrong, they tend
to go wrong in a huge way.
Lon does not look reassured.
FRANK (CONT'D)
I mean, there would be explosions
and screaming.
Tamsin and Mike give each other sour looks.
FRANK (CONT'D)
Generally, but not always, you'd
get your red alarm-lights, your
beeping klaxxons, and then one of
your buddies would get shot.
(with a gleam in his eye)
Not too bad, understand, but in the
leg, so you'd have to run back to
him and carry him over your
shoulder...
Silence. Tamsin and Lon look sick. Frank smiles faintly,
reminiscing about old times. Mike shifts in his seat
uncomfortably.
MIKE
(beat)
I need to pee.
LON
Excuse me, Frank, if I don't have
your military experience, but Vi is
my Slayer. I'm charged with
protecting her. That means
something to me. She's not a
soldier.
FRANK
She's a hell of a lot stronger than
any soldier. She'll be fine.
LON
Well, forgive me for not finding
your war stories very comforting. I
think we should go in.
FRANK
And ruin any shot we have at
catching him in the act?
LON
In the act?! We don't have audio
anymore! We can't 'catch him in the
act' of anything?
(beat; sarcastically)
He's quiet. Oh! He's quiet again!
FRANK
(annoyed)
Vi can catch him. She can handle
herself. And she'd be pissed off at
you if we broke in on her right in
the middle of a job.
LON
(beat)
All right. But fifteen more minutes
and I'm going in.
Frank nods and leans back in his seat.
MIKE
(beat)
So I should just, like, hold it,
then?
Lon rolls his eyes.
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INT. CARLTON'S LIVING ROOM
Carlton has finished passing out the drinks. He sets the tray
down on the coffee table and raises his cup.
CARLTON
A toast, lady and gentlemen?
Nash and Pogue raise their glasses, laughing stupidly. Vi
hesitantly follows suit.
CARLTON (CONT'D)
To doing business.
He drinks. Vi, Nash, and Pogue drink as well. Each of them
sets their glass down on the coffee table. Carlton eyes Vi.
CU on Vi's glass. Carlton, in the BG, eyes it.
After a moment, Vi clutches her throat.
VI
(sickly)
I don't feel...
She stands up and stumbles across the living room. Carlton
grins. Nash and Pogue watch carefully.
VI (CONT'D)
Can't breathe...
Vi falls over, through the coffee table, and hits the ground.
Carlton steps over her.
NASH
What's goin' on, dude?
CARLTON
Something tells me this little girl
here didn't come around just
because she finds me charming.
(beat)
I think maybe she's a narc.
He bends at the knee to look into Vi's eyes.
CARLTON (CONT'D)
(to Vi)
Did you like your drink? I gave it
a little extra kick.
He peers in closer.
CARLTON (CONT'D)
(with fake concern)
May have put a little too much in
there, though.
Carlton reaches into his pocket and pulls out a purple orb.
CARLTON (CONT'D)
Take one, you have a pleasant
little trip. Take five or six
and... well.
Vi's face is full of fear, she looks toward the window.
CARLTON (CONT'D)
Don't worry about your friends
outside. We'll take care of them
too.
We SLOWLY CLOSE ON Vi as she clutches at her throat, choking.
Her body twitches, her legs vibrating wildly, and her eyes
roll up in her head.
Vi stops twitching. Her eyes are closed and her face is
motionless. Carlton straightens up and wipes his hands on his
pants.
CARLTON (CONT'D)
Shame. She was hot.
CU on Vi's motionless face as we:
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