Well, he didn't set up camp.
TAMSIN
Perhaps the bartender wouldn't let
him drive home. Let's go check
inside.
The gang crosses the parking lot and heads into the bar.
CUT TO:
INT. CHUCKY'S BAR - CONTINUOUS
At this time of day, the bar's fairly empty. Just one MAN,
sitting in the corner, and the Bartender, cleaning a glass.
Frank sits down on a stool across from the Bartender, and the
rest stand around him.
BARTENDER
(re: Vi)
She twenty-one?
FRANK
Yeah.
BARTENDER
It's just, I'll get in trouble if
she's not twenty-one and someone
finds out.
VI
(to Mike)
Why is it always me? Why not you?
MIKE
People are floored by my maturity.
They see you, they think, "Eh, pep
squad."
VI
Don't make me slap you.
MIKE
You could, but legally it's a hate
crime.
Frank hasn't even turned to look at this exchange.
FRANK
Yeah, look. Did a squirrely,
depressed British guy come in here
last night?
BARTENDER
I see a lot of people, I don't--
TAMSIN
He's also kind of pretentious, uses
lots of big words.
BARTENDER
(snaps fingers)
Oh, yeah. That guy. Came in here
whining about how his girlfriend or
something was mean to him.
MIKE
Whoa, buddy! Not his girlfriend.
The bartender shrugs; what does he care?
FRANK
Do you know where he went when he
left here?
BARTENDER
(thinks)
Uh, yeah. He got picked up by some
hot brunette chick.
The gang turns to look at each other, exchanging confused
looks. Tamsin steps forward, nudging Frank aside.
TAMSIN
Maybe we described him wrong. Kind
of lean, whimpy, has an annoying
voice? Doesn't shut up?
BARTENDER
That's him. This chick was way out
of his league.
The gang still look unconvinced, but Frank continues.
FRANK
This woman... you know her?
BARTENDER
(shaking his head)
Never seen her before.
TAMSIN
Are you certain?
BARTENDER
You kidding me, doll? A broad that
smokin', I'd remember. Those legs!
That rack! Whoo!
(beat)
Sorry ma'am.
Tamsin nods. The bartender leans in to Mike.
BARTENDER (CONT'D)
(quietly; with a sly grin)
Her caboose was pretty sweet too.
MIKE
Ah, yeah. Thanks.
BARTENDER
Good luck finding your friend. I
gotta get back to work.
The bartender gives the group a wink and walks off. The gang
circle up.
TAMSIN
So Lon got lucky.
MIKE
With a hot brunette with a nice
rack and sweet caboose.
There's a beat. No-one can quite believe it.
VI
Fifty bucks says he's dead already.
From their concerned looks, we:
BLACKOUT.
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
INT. HESTER'S BASEMENT - DAY
ANGLE ON: The basement floor. We PAN ALONG the clean concrete
floor, finally reaching a trail of RED BLOOD. There's the
sound of a KNIFE going back in its LEATHER SHEATH. We follow
the blood trail across the floor, UP A LEG, to a MAN'S NAKED
CHEST, which is absolutely covered in blood.
Further up we go, and the man is revealed as Lon. He's got a
massive cut across his left eye. His shirt is ripped to
shreads, and a tic-tac-toe board of cuts is etched into his
chest. Other, less-gushy scratches exist all over Lon's face
and arms.
It's obvious from the gallon or so of blood covering the left
side of Lon's head that he's been partially scalped.
Hester steps around Lon, squatting in front of his WHEEZING,
PANTING form.
HESTER
It's not that hard, Lonnie. Just
read the pretty words on the old,
old paper and everything will be
over.
LON
(taking deep, pained
breaths)
You're not going to let me go.
HESTER
(matter-of-fact)
Well, no. But I promise you, from
the bottom of my admittedly evil
heart, I'll make your death
painless.
(holding out the scroll)
Now what does the incantation say?
LON
(reading the scroll)
The atomic weight of Iodine is
126.90.
Hester sighs, rolls up the scroll, and SLAPS Lon. Her long
fingernails cut through the flesh of Lon's nose.
HESTER
This is your area, boy! I've been
studying you. You know this
mystical stuff!
You're not a soldier, you're not
trained to resist torture.
LON
Yeah.
HESTER
So why are you?
LON
Honestly? It tickles me.
Hester's neutral expression immediately darkens, and she
punches Lon with a closed fist. There's a CRACK, and Lon
makes a pitiful CRYING sound for a moment, before regaining
his composure.
LON (CONT'D)
(between gasps)
I never... really liked that
bone... anyway.
When Lon turns back to us, the area around the wound has
already begun to purple. Hester grabs Lon by the hair and
forces him to look at the scroll again.
HESTER
Read this thing to me, or I'll tear
your nose off.
LON
I guess I'll just have to find
something else to look down on
people from.
Hester does not appreciate self-deprication. She grabs Lon's
nose in her hand and WRENCHES it until it POPS. She lets go,
and Lon's nose is clearly broken. Blood pours from him, and
he SPITS some of the surge out of his mouth. Hester forces
the incantation back in his face.
LON (CONT'D)
(in extreme pain; hard to
understand)
Okay. Okay. I'll reab your bloovy
spell.
HESTER
(pleased)
Finally.
LON
There once was a mab from Namtuckeh
-
Another SLAP for Lon.
HESTER
(coolly)
Okay, you limey little prig, if I
can't make you talk, I'll find
someone who can.
Hester delivers a SPINNING KICK to Lon's chest, sending the
chair he's tied to backwards onto the hard concrete. Lon hits
his head with a THUD as Hester walks out of the basement. We
linger on him just long enough to see his eyes lose focus and
close as he passes out.
CUT TO:
EXT. HOTEL - DAY
Frank, Mike, Vi, and Tamsin stand outside the hotel,
frustrated. TOMMY, the young runaway, is standing with them
talking to Frank.
TOMMY
(shaking his head)
I haven't seen him since lunch
yesterday at the diner.
Frank nods.
FRANK
Well, keep an eye out. It's not
like him to disappear like this.
TOMMY
You got it, Frank.
Frank smiles warmly at the boy and gives him a friendly punch
in the arm. The team turns to leave.
FRANK
See you later, kid.
(beat)
Oh! Don't forget! Tonight! Steaks!
Tommy smiles broadly and nods.
Frank turns and joins the gang as they walk away. Tommy
enters the hotel.
TAMSIN
(to Frank)
You're quite fond of the lad.
Frank nods.
FRANK
He's a good kid. Just needs some
guidance.
(beat)
Reminds me a lot of me at that age.
TAMSIN
(intrigued)
Sounds like there's a story there.
FRANK
(looking off)
Yep. But not one you're likely to
hear soon.
Tamsin frowns and the gang walk a few more feet in silence.
VI
So. We've searched every hotel in
the city.
MIKE
Which, incidentally, means we've
searched three hotels.
FRANK
What kind of woman is it that picks
up a man in a bar and doesn't take
him to a hotel?
VI
A lady?
FRANK
I think it'd be weird. Waking up in
a woman's house? What if she wanted
to make you breakfast? You'd have
to stick around, make small talk.
(shudders)
Eww.
Vi, Tamsin, and Mike give Frank a "You pig" look.
FRANK (CONT'D)
What?
As the three of them walk away, leaving Frank standing alone,
he rolls his eyes.
FRANK (CONT'D)
I wish Tyler was here.
CUT TO:
INT. MACROWARE LOBBY - DAY
CU on the elevator doors. We hear a DING as the doors open.
TYLER steps off the elevator and turns over his shoulder.
In the elevator stand CHAD and MITCH.
TYLER
Yeah. Lunch tomorrow, Chad, you're
buying.
MITCH
Good luck with that.
CHAD
Hey!
The elevator doors close. Tyler chuckles lightly and then
continues through the lobby, waving at the secretary. When he
reaches the door, the DOORMAN pulls it open and smiles at
him. Tyler gives an exaggerated nod.
TYLER
(bad British accent)
Why thank you, Patterson.
DOORMAN
(good-humoured)
My name is still Ronald, Mr.
McGann.
CUT TO:
EXT. MACROWARE BUILDING - CONTINUOUS
Tyler steps through the door and walks through the parking
lot. "The Imperial March" starts to play, sounding very
polyphonic. It's a CELL PHONE RINGTONE. Tyler digs in his
pocket to get his phone, and as he does a car pulls up behind
him.
TYLER
Hey?
(beat)
What?
(beat)
No, I'm a--
(beat)
I appreciate that, but I'm--
(beat)
I am quite happy with the size of
my penis, thank you!
He slams the phone shut.
TYLER (CONT'D)
Dammit, Mike! Stop putting my phone
number on the Internet.
Tyler starts to put the phone in his pocket, but he drops it
on the ground. He sighs and kneels down to pick it up, and
there's a THWACK!
Tyler slumps forward and falls on the ground, revealing a
pair of legs, draped in a thick blanket, standing behind him.
The owner of the legs drops a baseball bat on the ground, and
drags Tyler back towards the car behind him.
CUT TO:
INT. FRANK'S SUV - DAY
The same configuration as before, but now everyone looks more
tired.
FRANK
Does anyone have any ideas?
Everyone takes a minute to think.
VI
Well, let's break it down. I'm a
hot woman, and I'm picking Lon up.
TAMSIN
I'm definitely not a woman.
This garners a weird look from Frank and Vi, and a smug grin
from Mike.
TAMSIN (CONT'D)
(off their reaction)
I'm inserting myself into the
scenario!
FRANK
Of course.
VI
Yeah.
Mike opens his mouth to say something, and just LAUGHS
instead.
TAMSIN
(carrying on)
Anyway! I'm not a woman, what am I?
VI
Demon, obviously.
All nod.
FRANK
Aren't many demons that can appear
as a hot brunette.
MIKE
Vampires.
Everyone else look as if they've been hit in the face with
the Obvious Stick.
TAMSIN
Of course.
(beat)
Why are vampires always hot?
MIKE
I think it might be a Dracula
thing. One of their superpowers.
VI
Nah. I mean, yeah, Dracula's hot,
but he didn't pass it on.
MIKE
(beat)
There's a Dracula?
VI
Yeah, but he-- you know what, I'll
explain it later.
Frank has been thinking through this whole thing, and he only
now voices his thoughts.
FRANK
There was no blood in any of the
alleys near the bar.
MIKE
So?
FRANK
Vampires don't like to wait around.
They see someone in a bar, they'll
take them outside, eat them right
there, and throw their empties on
the ground.
MIKE
The vampire would have drank all
the blood, though, right?
FRANK
For all we joke about Lon, he knows
how to handle himself. He would
have put up a fight.
TAMSIN
So the vampire dragged him off
somewhere.
FRANK
Which is weird.
VI
Which means they want something.
The team considers what this could possibly mean.
CUT TO:
INT. HESTER'S BASEMENT - DAY
Lon is still lying on the floor. The blood on his body is
drying, caking his flesh. The door to the basement opens.
Hester stands in the doorway.
HESTER
Since you obviously have no regard
for your own life and I can't force
you to do what I want, maybe I can
convince you.
She reaches off-camera, grabs something, and throws it into
the basement. It's Tyler, handcuffed, but not beaten. He
stumbles across the floor, hitting the far wall, but not
falling down.
Hester enters the basement behind him. She grabs Tyler's
handcuffs, unlocks one of the cuffs, and lifts him up. She
handcuffs him again, this time so that the chain between the
cuffs is around a pipe crossing the basement ceiling.
Tyler's arms are forced above his head, and his feet barely
touch the ground. Then Hester picks up Lon and points his
chair toward Tyler.
HESTER (CONT'D)
You've got an hour. If you haven't
agreed to read me my scroll by
then, I'm going to kill this little
bastard.
(beat)
Enjoy your visit.
She exits the basement and SLAMS the door behind her. Tyler
and Lon look at each other. Tyler grimaces at Lon's
appearance.
TYLER
Hey.
LON
Hello.
TYLER
How are you doing?
LON
Been better. How about you? Rough
day at the office?
TYLER
Yeah. The copy machine broke,
Corrine was PMSing or something,
Chad ate my lunch, and then I got
hit in the head with a baseball
bat, thrown into a car that makes
the Pope-Mobile look like KITT, and
ended up handcuffed to a pipe in a
basement.
(beat)
Even on salary, it just doesn't
seem worth it.
Despite the grimness of the situation, Lon LAUGHS weakly.
TYLER (CONT'D)
(nodding toward the door)
Hester?
LON
(surprised)
Yes. How did--
TYLER
Have you met Mike? Gay guy, talks
your ear off. Told me all about her
and her boyfriend.
Lon strains and gives another light chuckle.
LON
(beat)
She wants to resurrect Silas.
TYLER
She mentioned that. That doesn't
seem good to me.
LON
No. I imagine they'll kill us both
and then lay this town to waste.
TYLER
Don't forget the loads and loads of
demon-sex they'll have in between.
LON
(disgusted)
I certainly can't now.
TYLER
She needs you to read the spell?
LON
Yes.
TYLER
You can't do it.
A look of pain crosses Lon's face.
LON
She'll kill you.
TYLER
Either way, man.
LON
(looking down)
If I don't read it, I know what'll
happen. If I do read it... we can
only speculate. And it might buy us
some time.
Tyler shrugs as best he can.
TYLER
So?
LON
(looks up again, tears in
his eyes)
If I refuse to help her, I'm
killing you.
Off his pained face we:
CUT TO:
INT. COMMAND CENTRAL - DAY
Frank and Tamsin are working on separate computer terminals.
Mike paces back and forth in the background, and Vi leans
against a wall, worried.
VI
(to Mike)
Can't you jump into the magic 8
ball and get Kat and The Powers
That Be to tell us where Lon is?
MIKE
They really don't like me to ask
questions. Mostly they ask
questions which are supposed to
lead me to a conclusion but really
just give me a headache.
(beat)
Damn spirits.
Mike approaches the computer panels and stands between Frank
and Tamsin.
MIKE (CONT'D)
How's it going?
FRANK
I really don't know what we're
doing.
TAMSIN
Yeah, I mean, we've got loads of
vampire nest data, locations all
over the city, but with no motive,
any of them could have grabbed him.
FRANK
We're pretty blind here.
Mike begins pacing again. Suddenly he stops.
MIKE
I know what we can do.
Everyone turns to look at him.
TAMSIN
What?
MIKE
I can do a locator spell. If we
get, like, one of Lon's hairs or
something, I can use magic to track
him down.
FRANK
You can do that?
MIKE
(annoyed)
I just did one a few days ago to
find that... ah... chalky demon!
FRANK
Chokva. And I know. I just didn't
realize it worked on regular
humans.
MIKE
Yeah. You guys don't really have a
clue about this mystic stuff, do
you?
Vi, Frank and Tamsin share a sad look.
VI
No. Lon does.
After a sombering moment, the team snaps into action.
TAMSIN
So what do you need?
MIKE
Well, like I said, a hair. Or a
fingernail clipping. Some part of
him.
FRANK
Whelp, I think Tamsin can handle
that.
VI
Yeah.
TAMSIN
(peeved)
Fine! I'll just go collect brother
bits then, shall I?
MIKE
Okay, Frank, Vi, you guys are in
charge of rounding up mystic herbs
and spices.
The gang bustles into action.
CUT TO:
INT. HESTER'S BASEMENT - DAY
As before.
TYLER
You can't do it.
LON
I'm not going to murder you.
TYLER
(desperate)
The needs of the many outweigh the
needs of the few. Or the one.
LON
(surprised)
That's wise. Which philosopher is
that?
TYLER
(reluctant)
Spock... Mr. Spock. Star Trek Two.
Lon can't help but crack a little smile.
LON
(lightly)
Nerd.
In the middle of this nice moment, the door opens and Hester
steps in.
HESTER
Made up your mind yet? I'm getting
hungry.
Lon looks from the circle on the floor, to Hester, to Tyler.
LON
(slowly)
I...
HESTER
I guess you need more motivation.
Hester VAMPS OUT and stands behind Tyler. With a flirty wink
at Lon, she BITES Tyler's neck. He SCREAMS. Blood pours down
his shoulder and shirt. But he catches Lon's eye and spreads
his left hand into the Vulcan salute. Lon still can't help
but shout out.
LON
Okay! Okay! I'll read it! Just let
him go...
Hester sighs, disengages from Tyler, and RETRACTS her fangs.
She crosses the basement to Lon and holds out the scroll. She
wipes blood from her mouth with her sleeve.
HESTER
Hop to it, then.
Lon squints at the old paper and begins to read.
LON
Vi di dab--
Hester cuts him off.
HESTER
Oh! I almost forgot!
Hester runs over to the circle. She reaches for her locket.
CU on the locket as she opens it. Inside is an ancient
picture of Silas and a lock of hair. Hester takes the lock
and drops it into the circle. She moves back over to Lon.
HESTER (CONT'D)
Continue.
She holds the parchment back out for him to read. Lon
continues.
LON
Vi di dabios. Inferinatium.
In the circle, a cloud of dark energy forms. It's faint, but
thickening.
LON (CONT'D)
Nos via invesauria!
The energy cloud expands and begins to take shape.
LON (CONT'D)
Va su! Va su! Va su!
The cloud CRACKLES and takes on human form. With one more
thunderous BOOM, the cloud disappears and standing in its
place is SILAS, fully corporeal. He raises his arms over his
head, stretching, and POPS his shoulders.
SILAS
Good evening, everybody!
He opens his mouth and licks his teeth.
BLACKOUT.
END OF ACT THREE
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