01x08
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ACT FOUR
INT. HESTER'S BASEMENT - LATE AFTERNOON
As before. Hester tosses the spell aside. She and Silas run
to each other and embrace. They kiss, long and hard. The two
love-locked vampires twirl into the basement wall, and Silas
slides his hands under Hester's shirt. Her hands go into his
pants pockets. Silas breaks their kiss and rests his head
against Hester's.
SILAS (CONT'D)
Did you miss me?
HESTER
Every day. You?
SILAS
Babe, I never stopped thinking
about you. Never.
Hester jumps up and wraps her legs around Silas's waist. He
begins to lift her shirt over her head.
TYLER
I can see this whole thing is about
to get real "fleshy", so me and my
British amigo will be on our way
just as soon as someone sees to the
"We're tied up" issue.
LON
Yes, quite.
The vampire couple turn to their captives.
SILAS
You brought me a snack? How sweet!
HESTER
Seems to have worked out that way.
SILAS
We should probably eat before we
play.
HESTER
(pouts)
They'll still be here later!
SILAS
Yeah, but it's best to play it
safe.
Besides, being in a non-corporeal
limbo really builds one's appetite.
Hester relents, and the vampires turn to their captives;
Hester goes back to Tyler, presumably to finish what she
started, and Silas comes up behind Lon, so he and his lover
can watch each other while they eat.
TYLER
Told you she'd kill me either way.
LON
(annoyed)
You're just like Mike, always
anxious to get the last word in.
TYLER
Well, since these are going to be
my last words, yeah, I'm a little
anxious!
Hester rolls her eyes.
HESTER
(annoyed)
Usually our food doesn't talk this
much.
SILAS
Don't worry about it, baby. All the
talking will make their blood
warmer.
LON
Now look what you've done.
TYLER
Yeah, yeah, blame it on Tyler. He
doesn't have superpowers, he can't
do anything about it.
Hester WHACKS Tyler in the back of the head.
HESTER
You will shut up while we eat! It's
very distracting!
TYLER
Well, I'm sorry!
Suddenly the door to the basement EXPLODES open. Frank,
Tamsin, Vi, and Mike rush in to the basement, ready for
battle.
TAMSIN
(to Frank)
Why can't you ever just open a
door? Do you always have to kick it
in?
FRANK
It looks cool! Plus, it catches the
bad guys off guard.
VI
I'm sure this little dialogue
hasn't given them enough time to
recover or anything.
The team re-focuses.
FRANK
Okay, vamps, let Lon go--
(realizes who is in the
room)
Tyler? What are you doing here? Are
you okay?
TYLER
I'm fine, Frank. Except for the
whole hanging from a pipe being fed
on by a vampire thing.
MIKE
(re: Silas)
What the hell?! Didn't we kill this
one already?
FRANK
That's not fair! The good guys
never get to come back from the
dead.
VI
That's not true. I happen to know a
Slayer--
Silas and Hester have released Lon and Tyler and adopted
fighting position.
SILAS
Come on, guys. You're interrupting
my "Welcome back to life" party!
HESTER
And I worked so hard to set it up.
LON
She certainly did. Look at these
decorations.
Lon nods his head to indicate the summoning circle, where we
see the lamb's body is no longer there, presumably consumed
in the ritual.
FRANK
Let our friends go.
SILAS
And what? You're gonna let us
leave?
FRANK
Well, no. We're gonna kill you
either way.
TYLER
There's been a lot of that going
around today.
Tired of negotiations and chit-chat, Hester VAMPS OUT again
and dives at Vi. The young Slayer catches most of the weight
of the attacking vamp, but they fall in a tangled heap to the
ground.
Meanwhile, Silas rushes forward, grabs Mike by his arm and
tosses him across the basement. Mike SHOUTS in surprise and
rolls across the concrete floor, landing near Tyler.
TYLER (CONT'D)
(looking down)
See if you can get these handcuffs
off me.
MIKE
(in pain; annoyed)
Yeah, I'm fine, thanks for asking.
TYLER
Great! Now about these cuffs.
Across the basement, Silas has engaged Tamsin and Frank and
is fighting ably. He counters a punch from Tamsin and uses
the momentum to kick Frank in the stomach, staggering him
back a step. This allows Silas to direct all his attention on
Tamsin. She has drawn a stake from her belt and stabs at him,
but with a KICK, he sends the weapon scattering from her
hand.
SILAS
Oh, no. Not getting caught with
that one again.
He grabs Tamsin's arm, and in a flash, has it bent behind her
own back, holding her in front of him like a shield.
SILAS (CONT'D)
Hester, baby!
Hester is holding Vi on the ground and has her face pressed
against the Slayer's neck. As she prepares to bite, Vi KICKS
her in the stomach. Hester is thrown off the ground,
regaining her footing. Vi jumps at her again, and they
grapple until Vi gains the upper hand. She pins Hester to the
ground and draws out a stake.
VI
You'd better stay down.
She raises the stake, and prepares to drop it, but:
SILAS
Don't you dare, red.
Vi turns. Silas has VAMPED OUT and is holding Tamsin's head
to the side, exposing her neck.
SILAS (CONT'D)
You stab her, and your pretty
friend's gonna take her place.
LON
(nervous)
Tamsin...
Vi, frustrated, hurls the stake across the room. She gets off
Hester, who quickly runs to Silas's side.
SILAS
There wouldn't happen to be a
secret escape route out of this
place, would there, darling?
HESTER
As a matter of fact...
She leads Silas-- still holding Tamsin-- into the corner of
the basement. She pulls aside a TARP, revealing a hidden
TRAPDOOR.
SILAS
(smiling at Hester)
You think of everything!
Hester opens the door and she and Silas descend. As Silas
disappears into, presumably, the sewers, he throws Tamsin
back up to the others. They escape, the trapdoor SLAMMING
closed behind them. As soon as it does, Vi rushes over to
Tamsin.
VI
Are you okay?
She helps Tamsin off the ground.
TAMSIN
Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit of
damage to my ego.
Mike, meanwhile, is working on Tyler's handcuffs, thin lines
of red energy slicing through the chains.
TYLER
You know, there was a guy at my
tenth birthday party who put his
handcuffed hands under a cloth, and
in ten seconds he'd broken free and
cuffed Jessica Randolph.
MIKE
Get me a cloth and a scholarship to
Magic Camp.
TYLER
(matter-of-fact)
They don't teach the handcuff trick
at magic camp. They only go up to
making every card in the deck the
same.
Mike grins at Tyler.
MIKE
You're a huge loser.
TYLER
Then why am I getting so much more
laid than you are?
Mike GRUNTS in acknowledgement. Finally he's CUT THROUGH
Tyler's handcuffs, and they fall to the floor. Tyler rubs his
wrists, which are raw and cut.
TYLER (CONT'D)
(sincere)
Thanks.
MIKE
Yeah.
Meanwhile, Frank has crouched down behind Lon. He takes a
knife from its place on his belt and cuts through Lon's
restraints. Lon tries to stand, but has lost a lot of blood,
and can't quite make it on his own. Frank steadies him.
FRANK
What the hell happened to you?
LON
She thought I should resurrect her
psychotic boyfriend, I disagreed.
Everyone joins Frank and Lon at the center of the basement to
hear the story.
TAMSIN
Lon, are you okay?
She reaches out to touch Lon's cheek, and he winces and
flinches away.
LON
Yeah, she just hit me a little. I'm
sure it looks worse than it is.
TYLER
Like hell! You should have seen
him! I mean, I only got a little
glimpse, but from what I saw,
Hester put Lon through the ringer.
He's even got burn marks on him!
Everyone takes stock of Lon's injuries, and there is indeed a
large burn stripe across Lon's neck.
TAMSIN
Oh, god, your nose!
LON
It's nothing.
TAMSIN
Perhaps, if your name's Owen
Wilson!
An awkward moment passes. No-one knows what to say. How do
you comfort someone who's gone through what Lon has?
FRANK
We should, uh, we should get you to
the hospital.
LON
Yeah. Wait! The resurrection spell.
Lon weakly points to the floor where the spell parchment
lays. Frank crosses over and picks it up.
FRANK
Good thinking. We'll put this in
the vault.
He motions to put it in his pocket.
LON
No.
Frank pauses.
LON (CONT'D)
It's too dangerous.
FRANK
But it may be of some use--
LON
(firmly)
No.
Seeing Lon's convention, Frank nods. He pulls out a lighter,
clicks it, and touches the flame to the corner of the paper.
The brittle, ancient paper instantly burst into flames. Frank
drops it. It is totally incinerated before it even hits the
ground. Lon sighs.
The team heads to the doorway, but Lon stumbles and almost
falls. Mike catches him.
MIKE
I got him. You guys pull the car
up.
The rest of the team go on. Mike and Lon slowly make their
way to the door.
MIKE (CONT'D)
You withstood all that torture?
LON
Indeed.
MIKE
What finally made you crack?
LON
She said she'd kill Tyler if I
didn't do what she wanted. I
couldn't let myself be responsible
for that.
Mike looks shocked.
MIKE
(emotional)
I'm really sorry.
LON
For what?
MIKE
This whole thing was my fault.
LON
I don't see how that's--
MIKE
If I hadn't picked that fight with
you last night, you wouldn't have
stormed out and you wouldn't have
gotten kidnapped.
LON
It it's not your fault Hester's
insane. You're not responsible.
MIKE
Yeah, I am.
They carry on their slow trek in silence.
LON
So how did you find us?
MIKE
Oh, you know. A little detective
work, a little interrogation...
(quietly)
A little tracking spell...
LON
(surprised)
Oh.
MIKE
Yeah. It took a little effort, and
we had to pluck your hairbrush--
you know, you really need to clean
that out every now and then.
They've stopped walking now, and are standing in the middle
of the basement.
LON
Thank you.
MIKE
You're welcome.
They regard each other for the moment, reflecting on the
things each other has done this day. Lon extends his hand.
Mike slowly takes it, and they shake.
LON
Truce?
MIKE
(smiling faintly)
Truce.
Shouldering Lon's weight again, Mike begins to lead the way
out of the basement.
MIKE (CONT'D)
You know, truce or not, I'm
probably still going to rag on you
some. In case you hadn't noticed,
I'm kind of a dick.
They exit.
LON (V.O.)
(with mock surprise)
You? No!
BLACKOUT.
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