01x06
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EXT. FRANK'S SUV - NIGHT
The gang is sitting as before.
LON
Did you hear something?
Mike and Tamsin lean in toward the front seat.
FRANK
I didn't hear anything. And neither
did you. The bug's out.
(sarcastically)
Remember?
Lon gives Frank an annoyed look.
LON
That's not what I meant. I heard
something from inside the house.
Mike looks to Lon.
MIKE
What are you, dude? A bat?
TAMSIN
(reaching up to pat Lon's
arm)
No, he's just an overly concerned
Watcher with an over-active
imagination.
Lon looks to Tamsin.
LON
(offended)
I do not have an over-active
imagination and I am not overly
concerned. I am the perfect amount
of 'concerned' deeming the
circumstances. And I did hear
something.
(beat)
I'm going in.
Lon grabs the door's handle. Frank grabs him by the arm.
FRANK
Five more minutes.
LON
She could be dead in five minutes!
FRANK
Relax, she's probably got that boy
right where she wants him.
Lon sits back, crosses his arms and huffs. Off his concerned
face we:
CUT TO:
INT. CARLTON'S LIVING ROOM
Carlton stands over the lifeless body of Vi.
CARLTON
(to Nash and Pogue)
You two get the body out of here. I
don't care what you do with it,
just make sure it won't be traced
back here.
Nash and Pogue move forward and pick up Vi's body, Nash
grabbing her feet and Pogue her arms. They take Vi's body and
drag it out of the room.
When they leave, heading towards the basement, Carlton begins
to straighten up the living room, sifting through the broken
table parts for salvageable goods. There's a LOUD CRASH and a
THUMP from the back rooms.
CARLTON (CONT'D)
(shouting)
Be careful, dammit!
Carlton picks up a broken picture frame. CU on picture. The
picture is of a younger Carlton dressed in graduation robes.
An older man stands beside him smiling proudly.
CARLTON (CONT'D)
(to himself, as he holds
up the broken picture
frame)
Didn't think this one through,
Dad...
VI (O.S.)
Well, that's definitely true.
Carlton spins around, and the CAMERA FOLLOWS, revealing Vi
standing upright and very much alive in the living room.
Carlton rises quickly.
CARLTON
What the...?
VI
Next time you try to poison some
one, watch to make sure that she
actually drinks the poison.
(beat)
By the way, there's a wet spot
behind that chair that you're gonna
want to clean up.
(beat)
That is, if you still feel like it
after I'm done kicking your ass.
Carlton looks puzzled for a moment, but then shakes his head.
CARLTON
You don't know what you've got
yourself into.
He looks over her shoulder. Vi turns and sees Nash and Pogue.
But now they've revealed their true selves: They're vampires!
Their fangs are out and they're growling quietly at Vi.
CARLTON (CONT'D)
Now my boys are gonna kill you. And
when they're done...
(with a smile)
...you're gonna wish you drank that
wine instead of staining my carpet
with it.
Nash and Pogue leap at Vi. She drops, rolling across the
floor and out of their way. Carlton looks surprised.
VI
(standing up)
Okay...
She moves into a fighting stance as Nash charges at her.
VI (CONT'D)
(irritated)
Dressing like a whore, that was
weird.
Vi sweeps Nash's leg out from under him. He falls to the
ground. Immediately, Pogue rushes at Vi, growling, teeth
bared. Vi somersaults backwards, over Nash, and grabs Pogue
by the throat.
VI (CONT'D)
Getting picked up on the street by
a sleazy drug-dealer who has a duo
of punk vampire flunkies-- that was
new.
With a quick snap of her leg, Vi knocks a piece of splintered
coffee table up in the air and catches it with her free hand.
VI (CONT'D)
But this...
She jabs it into Pogue's chest and he DUSTS in her hand.
VI (CONT'D)
This I am good at.
Vi leaves Nash on the floor and walks towards Carlton, who
backs up as she draws closer.
CARLTON
How did you... who are you?
VI
I'm Vi. The Vampire Slayer.
CARLTON
I thought... I thought the Slayer
was some blonde girl?
VI
Well, when I say "the,"...
Vi jumps into the air with a flip and lands in front of
Carlton, who, startled, falls down on the ground.
VI (CONT'D)
...I'm being kind of misleading.
Vi approaches Carlton. He reaches behind him pulling out a
GUN from the back of his jeans. He levels it at her.
CARLTON
You might have super-strength, but
something tells me that you can't
stop bullets.
Vi gasps. Carlton PULLS BACK the hammer of the gun as we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT THREE
ACT FOUR
FADE IN:
INT. CARLTON'S LIVING ROOM
Carlton is on the floor, a pistol trained on Vi.
CARLTON
(to Nash)
Nash. Take care of her friends out
front. Black SUV.
Nash moves to the living room door.
Vi turns her head slightly, squinting expectantly as she
anticipates being shot.
Suddenly the door to the living room BURSTS in, flying off
its hinges and pinning Nash to the floor. Frank, Lon, and
Mike rush into the room, Frank with his sawed-off shotgun in
hand. Distracted, Carlton turns to face them.
Vi takes advantage of the commotion to KICK the gun from
Carlton's grip. It flies across the room.
VI
(to Frank)
What are you doing!?
FRANK
We heard crashes, so Lon demanded
we come to the rescue.
MIKE
It was a cavalry sort of thing.
VI
Well I had it handled!
Frank turns to Lon and gives him an "I told you so" look. Lon
rolls his eyes.
Carlton takes his moment and lunges forward, knocking Lon and
Mike over as he dives at their legs. He snatches his gun from
the floor and runs from the room.
Vi and Frank rush to follow him, but Nash finally throws the
door from his body, hitting the back of Frank's legs. Frank
falls over, the gun spinning from his hands, as Vi spins
around to engage Nash.
NASH
That door hurt, little girl!
He swings at Vi. She catches the blow with her arm and
strikes at him, but he blocks and kicks her in the stomach,
knocking her back into the wall.
VI
It was their fault! They kicked the
door in!
Nash punches at Vi, but she ducks, and the vampire's hand
goes THROUGH THE WALL behind her. He struggles to free his
hand, and in that window of opportunity, Vi spins around to
Nash's back and pushes his head THROUGH THE WALL as well.
With a kick to his back, she dislodges him from the wall and
knocks him to the ground. One cartwheel backwards to the pile
of coffee table parts, and she's armed with a jagged splinter
of wood.
Nash stands up and brushes himself off.
NASH
Okay, now you're in for--
He finally notices the stake in Vi's hand. After a beat, he
turns and buggers off.
Vi takes one step forward and throws the stake, javelin
style, through Nash. He DUSTS, scattering his ashes across
the hallway and kitchen floor.
Vi turns around to help Frank off the ground. Lon and Mike
have also gotten up, and they look around the destroyed
living room.
MIKE
(lightly)
So. How's it going?
VI
(annoyed)
What the hell? It was under
control.
FRANK
And I knew you could handle
yourself, but Little Miss Worry
Pants back here--
(pointing his thumb at
Lon)
--decided that nooo, you probably
needed our help. So here we come,
storming in here, to get our asses
kicked by some vamped-out Boom Boom
Huck Jam tour reject.
LON
(shrugging)
I was concerned.
Vi looks around.
VI
Where'd Carlton go?
The men look around, puzzled. Vi races from the room. The men
move to follow.
MIKE
(to Frank)
Boom Boom Huck Jam? That was a good
one.
FRANK
(smirking)
I thought so.
As they exit we:
CUT TO:
INT. CARLTON'S HALLWAY - MOMENTS LATER
Carlton emerges from his bedroom, running. He zips up the
sports bag he's carrying and runs to the basement door. He
fiddles nervously with the doorknob, finally managing to open
it. He runs down the stairs.
CUT TO:
INT. CARLTON'S BASEMENT - CONTINUOUS
Carlton hurries down the basement stairs, running to the
cage. He scoops up some of the purple orbs. Pixie SQUEALS.
TAMSIN (V.O.)
I don't know what you think you're
doing--
Carlton spins around.
ANGLE ON: The back of the basement. Tamsin stands behind the
table Carlton previously sorted the orbs on, her arms
crossed.
TAMSIN (CONT'D)
--but I'm pretty sure you're about
to have a change of plans.
CARLTON
How... where'd you...?
The door to the basement CRASHES open, and Frank, Lon, Mike,
and Vi run down the stairs, cornering Carlton. The trapped
kingpin backs up slowly, headed towards Pixie's cage, never
letting his eyes leave the team.
FRANK
You've got nowhere to go, son.
LON
Just come quietly.
Carlton shakes his head.
CARLTON
Who are you people?
MIKE
(seriously)
We're the A-Team.
A beat. Everyone-- Carlton and the team-- give Mike a look.
MIKE (CONT'D)
(shrugging)
How many chances am I going to get?
Back to the business at hand. Frank begins to make his way
down the stairs. Carlton notices and reaches behind him to
his belt.
CARLTON
You get back!
Frank slows, but doesn't stop.
FRANK
It's all over, Carlton. You're
surrounded, there's nowhere to go.
Just come with us.
Suddenly the hand Carlton moved behind himself whips forward.
In his hand, he's holding his gun. He THUMBS BACK the hammer,
with the associated CLICK, and points the weapon alternately
at the guys on the stairs and Tamsin on the ground.
FRANK (CONT'D)
The crazy vampire just had to lose
my gun.
Carlton begins to back up again.
CARLTON
Yeah. Now the power's flipped, huh?
All of a sudden I'm in control.
Frank starts to move down the stairs again, and Carlton turns
the gun on Tamsin.
CARLTON (CONT'D)
Don't-- don't move! Come closer and
I'll shoot her!
Frank stops moving and puts up his hands. Lon gives his
sister a panicked look, but she waves her hand at him in an
"I'll-be-fine" gesture.
FRANK
Okay. Okay. We're all still. Let's
just not do anything stupid.
CARLTON
(laughs)
Stupid? Stupid?! What are you
talking about? I've got a drug
empire built on an untraceable
substance, a never ending supply of
product, and the only gun in the
room.
Carlton backs up until he hits the cage Pixie is in.
CARLTON (CONT'D)
Which one of us is stupid now--
As soon as he hits the bar, Pixie's arm WHIPS out of the
cage, grabs Carlton's throat, and JERKS. There's a sickening
CRUNCH, his head rolls back too far, and Pixie lets go.
Carlton's dead weight collapses on the ground with a THUD.
Immediately, the gang runs down the stairs. Frank kicks
Carlton's gun away, just in case, and feels the man's neck.
Lon rushes to Tamsin and hugs her.
LON
Are you okay?
TAMSIN
Yeah, yeah.
She laughs and gently moves Lon away.
TAMSIN (CONT'D)
Yeah, I'm fine, you little doofus.
He didn't actually shoot me.
Meanwhile, Vi and Mike are admiring Pixie from outside her
cage.
VI
It's so pretty...
She reaches out to pet Pixie, but Frank grabs her arm.
FRANK
What are you doing?!
Lon walks up and appraises the demon.
LON
No, no. It's a Silver Juntau demon.
She can touch it.
Frank does not look convinced.
FRANK
It just broke a man's neck. Why
would she touch it?
LON
These types of creatures are very
intelligent, and they're not
usually violent.
Frank lets go of Vi's arm and she pets Pixie, who purrs like
a lion which has swallowed a bass drum.
MIKE
(looking at Carlton's
body)
Well, Lonnie--
(annoyed look from Lon)
--I'm looking at some fairly
compelling evidence that says
you're wrong about the violent
part.
Lon thinks briefly.
LON
You're right. Something is wrong
here.
He looks around as Vi continues to pet Pixie. Tamsin walks up
and joins in, eliciting more PURRS.
TAMSIN
It's so soft.
LON
(stooping down in front of
the cage)
"It" is a she.
Mike leans down to try to see under the demon, presumably
thinking that's what Lon did.
FRANK
How can you tell?
Lon picks up one of Pixie's purple orbs off the ground and
holds it up in the air. Pixie gives an irritated HUFF.
LON
This, ladies and gentlemen, is an
egg.
Everyone looks horrified.
TAMSIN
An egg? This guy was slipping
people demon... fetuses?
LON
Not exactly. No male. The eggs were
unfertilized. But still, the
maternal instinct took over our
pretty demon here. All she saw was
a man tampering with her offspring.
Gently, Lon sets the egg back down on the ground.
MIKE
So what are we gonna do with her?
LON
They're no threat to humans. They
live in secluded places. We could
just let her go.
Frank nods and searches the basement. Finally he finds the
key to the cell, on the back wall of the basement. He tosses
the keys to Lon, who catches them and quickly works the lock
on the cage.
Vi and Tamsin step back as Pixie emerges from the cage,
looking around. Frank opens the back door of the basement,
which leads to the backyard.
Pixie, fur patched with purple eggs, scoops up the eggs on
the floor of the basement and sticks them to her fur. She
then RUNS MADLY out of the basement and into the yard, headed
towards the woods.
The team stands in silence, watching the beautiful animal run
away. Frank is the first one to snap into business mode.
FRANK
Well, let's clean this place up.
(beat)
And somebody find my gun.
As the gang mobilizes, we:
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. ROUNDHOUSE - NIGHT
LOUD MUSIC plays as DOZENS OF PEOPLE mill about, some
dancing, others drinking. Tamsin is dancing in the center of
a large group, while Tyler, Vi, Mike, and CALLIE sit at the
bar together.
MIKE
(leaning in to Tyler)
Enjoying your date?
TYLER
I have to say I didn't envision
bringing along a gay man and his
hag.
Vi leans across Mike.
VI
I am not a hag!
Callie watches this.
CALLIE
Tyler, your friends are weird.
MIKE
(chuckle)
We're weird? We didn't spend the
whole weekend after Charlton Heston
died watching all the Planet of the
Apes movies while sitting on the
couch eating Cheez-It's in our
underwear.
Callie LAUGHS and slaps Tyler on the arm.
Tyler gives Mike a pained look.
MIKE (CONT'D)
(patting Tyler on the
back)
Sorry, bud.
TYLER
(to Mike)
Take your stinking paws off me, you
damn dirty ape.
Tyler cracks a smile as Rick brings three glasses of drink
and a bottle of beer over to the group.
RICK
Here are your drinks, guys.
Callie grabs Tyler's hand.
CALLIE
Let's go dance.
Tyler stands up and follows, being practically dragged by
Callie.
TYLER
Work, work, work.
Mike and Vi begin to eye Rick.
MIKE
So, Rick, lived here long?
RICK
Couple months. I got laid off from
my job as a bouncer in a club
upstate and decided I'd try my hand
at running my own place.
VI
Oh, a bouncer. So you must be
pretty strong, huh?
RICK
I, uh, yeah. I guess.
MIKE
Let's see those guns.
Rick looks embarrassed.
MIKE (CONT'D)
(encouragingly)
Come on!
Rick puts his right arm up and flexes it, his bicep making a
prominent bulge. Mike leans forward.
MIKE (CONT'D)
Damn!
Uninvited, Mike reaches out and starts feeling Rick's flexed
muscle. He turns to Vi, his expression that of a giddy school
boy.
Not to miss out on the action, Vi also leans on the bar.
VI
What about the other one?
Rick brings up his left arm and flexes. Vi grabs on to it.
MIKE
Just exactly how strong, would you
say you are?
RICK
Well, I don't know--
VI
How much can you bench, is what I
think he's asking.
MIKE
Yeah.
RICK
Um…
Rick looks overwhelmed.
Mike and Vi continue to interrogate Rick, hanging onto his
arms as we:
CUT TO:
EXT. LOCAL HOTEL - ESTABLISHING SHOT - NIGHT
The hotel is simple and small, one of those three-story
Holiday Inn type deals. A CAR drives out of the parking lot.
CUT TO:
INT. HOTEL HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS
Frank is walking through the hotel hallway. Tommy follows
along behind him carrying a backpack, looking nervous.
FRANK
Room 210.
Frank unlocks the door.
CUT TO:
INT. HOTEL ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Frank flicks on the light. He looks around the nice hotel
room, with a TV and a single bed.
FRANK (CONT'D)
Here you go, kid. It's not the
Ritz, but it's damn sure better
than an alleyway full of demons and
vampires.
Tommy enters the room, looking around. He sits down on the
bed and looks at Frank, his pack on the bed beside him.
TOMMY
Thanks.
FRANK
Don't mention it.
TOMMY
No. Really. Thanks.
(beat)
It's been a long time since
someone's been nice to me.
Frank reaches down and gives Tommy a pat on the shoulder.
FRANK
(with a kind smile)
Hey, why don't you go in there--
(pointing to a door on the
side of the room)
--and get a shower. No offence, but
you really need one.
Tommy nods and gives a smile.
FRANK (CONT'D)
I'll check in on you tomorrow.
Tommy nods again and enters the bathroom. Frank takes his
wallet out of his back pocket and takes a few bills out,
setting them down on the dresser. As he crosses back toward
the door, he pauses at the bathroom door.
Hearing the shower, he moves quickly to Tommy's pack. Opening
it, he looks inside. He quickly digs around, finding nothing
but dirty clothing. He then spots something written in marker
on the inside, "Property of Tommy Walker." He quickly closes
the pack and moves to the door.
He gives one more look around the room and leaves, closing
the door behind him.
CUT TO:
EXT. LOCAL HOTEL - NIGHT
Frank exits the hotel, talking on his cell phone.
FRANK (CONT'D)
Hey, Tanya. It's Frank.
(beat)
Yeah, I know it's late.
(beat)
I need a favor.
Frank walks out of frame. After a lingering shot of the
hotel, we:
BLACKOUT.
END OF SHOW
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