01x09
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Frank, come on. I don't-- what do
you mean? What's going on?
FRANK
I have a friend who works at the
police station.
(to himself)
Well, not exactly a friend.
(shaking his head)
Anyway, she did some digging for
me. She found out about your mom.
Tommy clenches his fists, clearly agitated.
TOMMY
Oh, so you can just go snooping
through anyone's personal life
now?!
FRANK
Kid, that's not what--
TOMMY
People don't have rights anymore? I
mean, I know I'm just some homeless
bum, but I'm still a person! I
thought I could trust you!
Frank takes a step closer to Tommy, but the boy takes a step
back.
FRANK
Tommy, calm down! I was just
concerned about you! I've been
where you are, alone on the streets
with no one to turn to. I thought
maybe I could help you out.
TOMMY
Well, don't! I don't need any more
of your help, Frank!
Tommy turns and rushes out of the diner. Frank starts to
follow him, but stops himself. When the door SLAMS shut,
Frank grabs a salt shaker off the table beside him and throws
it against the far wall, where it SHATTERS with a CRASH. Off
his angry face, we:
BLACKOUT.
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
INT. FRANK'S APARTMENT - DUSK
Lon, Vi, and Corrine sit on the sofa looking through books
which lie in front of them on the coffee table. Tamsin sits
in the recliner with a large, dusty tome, while Mike, Callie,
and Tyler sit on the floor around a bundle of ancient-looking
loose papers.
VI
Ooh! Is this it?
She slides her book across the table to Lon, pointing to a
picture. He studies it for a quick moment and then shakes his
head.
LON
That's a Mac-Detaryn moldeater.
Remember, we discussed them during
our session last week.
Vi nods.
VI
Oh, yeah. I thought it looked
familiar.
Everyone keeps studying as the sound of FEET COMING UP THE
STAIRS grows louder. They're heavy footsteps, like someone
stomping. Frank enters the room, scowling. Lon looks up.
LON (CONT'D)
What kept you?
FRANK
(gruffly)
I had to clean something up.
(beat)
How's it going?
LON
Not well, I'm afraid.
FRANK
Meaning?
LON
Well, from what we've found, this
isn't something you can shoot with
one of your laser guns and
disintegrate. This takes finesse.
FRANK
(testy)
Hey, my laser guns have saved more
lives than your moldy books!
Everyone looks around, concerned as Frank picks up a book.
TAMSIN
Frank, are you alright?
FRANK
(quickly)
I'm fine!
He SLAMS the book down on an end table, sits down in a chair
in the corner, and begins to flip through its pages. The
matter is clearly closed. There is a beat and then Tyler
speaks.
TYLER
How does this thing know so much
about Callie's life? I had a whole
conversation with it at lunch today
about our first date. It knew
everything! Every detail!
LON
They're telepathic. Not mind
readers, in the truest sense. They
"glean" what you are thinking about
as you speak.
Tyler nods. Mike looks up excitedly from his book.
MIKE
Uh... okay. I think I found a
thing, here.
Lon quickly stands up and walks over to him, reading over his
shoulder.
LON
That's good. Yes, excellent.
MIKE
(proud of himself)
Awesome.
LON
(sarcastic)
Do you by chance have thirty feet
of magically enchanted sprite's
hair? Perhaps there in your front
pocket?
MIKE
(looking at his lap)
Nope. That's all me. Thanks for
noticing, cowboy.
Lon flushes with embarrassment at Mike comment and quickly
looks away. Mike glares at Lon and closes the book.
MIKE (CONT'D)
(annoyed)
I'm just trying to help here! And
for a guy who, before twenty
minutes ago, thought "Doppelganger"
was just a bad movie starring Drew
Barrymore, I think I'm doing pretty
good!
Lon gives Mike an apologetic look and returns to his table.
Everyone is stressed.
TAMSIN
Can these things be killed?
LON
Oh, yes. Of course.
VI
Good, cause that's really all I
know how to do.
LON
The tricky bit will be figuring out
how to kill it without also
terminating Miss Ford's life.
Callie looks up at this.
CALLIE
Huh?!
LON
When a creature such as this forms
a psychic connection with an
individual, there's a high
probability that person will perish
if the demon does, unless that link
is severed correctly.
Alarmed by this news, Tyler stands.
TYLER
Hold it, whoa, back up, rewind.
He crosses the room to where Lon is.
TYLER (CONT'D)
You can't kill Callie.
LON
Obviously not, I just meant, with
mystical things like this, there
are always risks to--
TYLER
(adamant)
No, no, you don't understand. You
can't. I'm just... I'm not allowing
it. It's forbidden. We will banish
that thought from our minds.
CORRINE
(firmly)
No one is killing anyone.
Frank gives her an annoyed glance. Lon looks at Tyler for a
moment and nods. Tyler SIGHS and sits back down, taking
Callie's hand.
TYLER
You're gonna be fine.
Vi rushes over to pat Callie's shoulder.
VI
Yeah. We're good at this stuff.
CALLIE
How good?
VI
Remember the time the whole town
got eaten by an octopus demon that
had three beaks and oozed pus?
CALLIE
(what?)
Uh, no...
VI
That's how good we are.
She goes back to the books. Tamsin smiles proudly at her.
Callie looks at Tyler, confused.
CALLIE
Octopus demon?
TYLER
Hey, no, before my time.
Frank returns to his brooding. He sits in the corner, arms
crossed and eyes locked on a point two inches from his book.
Tamsin, however, enthusiastically points to a picture on the
page in front of her.
TAMSIN
What about this bugger? It's nice
and explody.
LON
(moving to stand)
Here, let me see.
TAMSIN
Oh, never mind, sorry. Too many
jelly tentacles.
Lon sits back down as Callie covers her face with her hands
and groans. Tyler notices and quickly stands up, holding her
hand.
TYLER
Okay, guys, I think me and Callie
should take a break. Go downstairs,
maybe get something to eat.
LON
(nodding)
Good idea. We'll stay up here and
keep searching.
Tyler helps Callie up and they head out the door. Soon the
sound of their FEET ON THE STAIRS can be heard.
Mike finds something else in his book.
MIKE
(excitedly)
Hey, Lon! Check it out! I think
I've got something big over here!
LON
(warily)
You're talking about your genitals
again, aren't you?
MIKE
I can see where you'd make that
mistake, but no! Come here!
Lon groans and heads over to Mike.
CUT TO:
INT. FRANK'S DINER - CONTINUOUS
Callie sits down at the counter as Tyler rounds the corner,
heading to the cabinets to get some food.
TYLER
So what are you in the mood for?
Cereal? Uh, some bagels? I could
probably manage to wrangle up some
fries, though the combination of me
and hot grease may result in an
impromptu visit to the ER.
He doesn't get an answer. He turns around and we see-
TYLER'S POV- Callie has her head down on the counter, arms
folded over her.
Tyler rushes around the counter and sits on the stool beside
Callie. Embracing her, he whispers in her ear.
TYLER (CONT'D)
Come on, Callie. It'll be okay. My
friends know what they're doing.
CALLIE
(sobbing)
It's not them!
She opens her arms-- her make-up is running, wet from tears.
CALLIE (CONT'D)
Why me?
TYLER
I don't know. It's not fair.
CALLIE
I just want to wake up now.
They pull apart.
TYLER
I've wanted to do that since I got
here and found out my best friend
is liaison to a spinning white
vortex of ancient magical energy.
CALLIE
What?
TYLER
(waves hand)
Never mind.
CALLIE
(wistfully)
You know, I stopped believing in
vampires after I saw "Wishbone" do
a version of Dracula.
(shaking her head)
It's hard to accept that if I'd
just listened to that little Jack
Russell Terrier, I'd be better
equipped to handle the real world.
TYLER
(shaking his head)
Nah. I saw that one too. They left
out all the valuable info. Like
garlic... not so much effective at
warding off the undead. Oh, and
real vampires...
Tyler leans in close to her and pulls aside the collar of his
shirt, revealing the scar left behind from when Hester bit
him in the previous episode.
TYLER (CONT'D)
...leave marks when they bite you.
CALLIE
(gasp)
Oh, poor baby! I wondered why you
wouldn't take your shirt off the
other night. What happened?
TYLER
(milking it)
Well, I was putting up a brave
fight, you know, but this vampire
chick had Lon hostage, so I
surrendered to her to save his
life.
CALLIE
(sweetly)
Honey...
She traces the bite mark with her finger.
CALLIE (CONT'D)
We both know that's not true.
Tyler laughs. Callie continues to look at the bite mark.
TYLER
Yeah, I guess you know me...
He trails off, the smile leaving his face as he notices that
Callie is frozen in terror, looking over his shoulder.
TYLER (CONT'D)
Callie?
There's a CLANG. Tyler's eyes widen from the blow sudden blow
to the back of his head. He slumps forward and falls off his
stool to the floor revealing the DOPPELGANGER CALLIE standing
behind him, napkin holder in hand.
Callie stares in disbelief at her double. The two women are
dressed identically, their hair the same, their make-up
equally streaked and disheveled. Callie jumps off her stool
and moves so that it is between her and the Doppelganger.
CUT TO:
INT. FRANK'S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS
As before. Everyone is studying hard, except Frank who
broods.
LON
(to Mike; surprised)
That was actually very useful
information. Good work, Mike.
Lon pats Mike on the shoulder. Mike smile proudly.
VI
What I don't get is, why?
LON
Why what, exactly?
VI
Why does this thing want to take
over Callie's life?
LON
(lecture mode: go)
Doppelgangers can't exist
physically without taking on the
form of living human. But they also
can't exist in that form forever as
long as the person they've copied
is still alive. They must kill that
individual or they themselves will
die.
Everyone looks at Lon, overloaded from the infodump.
VI
(beat)
I just meant, why Callie
specifically, but your answer is
good too.
Lon narrows his eyes at Vi, put-upon and defeated. Before he
can reply, the sound of GLASS BREAKING jolts everyone into
action. Simultaneously, Frank and Corrine leap up from their
seats, ready for action. They give each other a quick glance.
CUT TO:
INT. FRANK'S DINER - CONTINUOUS
As before. Callie stands up, staring down her Doppelganger.
CALLIE
(pleading)
What the hell do you want with my
life?!
The Doppelganger playfully tosses the napkin dispenser in her
hand aside.
DOPPELGANGER
It looked like fun.
(beat)
And geek boys...
She looks down at the stunned Tyler on the floor.
DOPPELGANGER (CONT'D)
...are the best lovers. They're
just so... grateful.
The demon LUNGES at Callie, grabbing her around the throat
and dragging her to the ground. They wrestle on the floor.
As they roll around, the team makes it down the stairs and
freezes, seeing the spectacle. Frank takes one look at the
two girls on the ground and breaks off, heading into the
kitchen.
VI
What do we do?
MIKE
(shrugging)
Add some mud and put it on Pay-per
view?
LON
This is no time for levity!
CALLIE
(from the ground)
Kill it kill it kill it!
But of course it's impossible to tell which is Callie and
which is the Doppelganger, entwined as they are.
TAMSIN
Which one's the real one?
LON
I have no idea!
MIKE
I could try some sort of magic
thing to figure it out.
VI
Do you know any magic like that?
MIKE
(helpless)
Well... no.
ON THE FLOOR, the one of the "Callies" has managed to pin the
other one to the floor and is pulling her hair back to keep
her down.
CALLIE-ON-TOP
Zap her or something! Before she
gets back up!
Tamsin gestures at the two while shouting at Lon.
TAMSIN
You heard the lady!
VI
But who's Callie and who's the
fake?!
CALLIE-ON-TOP & CALLIE-ON-BOTTOM
I am!
(beat)
She is!
There's a beat as the tem members exchange unsure
expressions.
On the floor, Tyler begins to stir. He sits up and rubs his
head.
TYLER
What the hell...?
Mike sees this and rushes to his side, helping his friend up.
MIKE
You okay, man?
Tyler touches the back of his head tenderly.
TYLER
Never better. What happened?
Mike points to the fighting Callies.
TYLER (CONT'D)
Is that the--
MIKE
Yeah!
TYLER
Kill it!
MIKE
We don't know which is which!
The two Callies rise off the ground.
CALLIE #1
It's me, Tyler.
Tyler looks to her.
CALLIE #2
No, Tyler! It's me!
Tyler looks back and forth at the two identical women. A look
of confusion and grief crosses his face as we:
BLACKOUT.
END OF ACT THREE
ACT FOUR
FADE IN:
INT. FRANK'S DINER - NIGHT
As before. The gang, minus Frank, stands around the two
Callies, a frantic Tyler trying to tell them apart.
CALLIE #1
(pleading)
Come on, Tyler. It's me.
CALLIE #2
(urgently)
Don't listen to that... thing!
Tyler bites his lip anxiously.
MIKE
(to Tyler)
Come on, Man. You can do it. Which
one is the real Callie.
Tyler closes his eyes tightly.
The Callies look identical, wearing matching looks of fear.
Vi, Tamsin, and Lon look at each other unsure.
Tyler opens his eyes, a look of resolve on his face.
TYLER
(calmly)
Okay, here's what's going to
happen. I'm going to ask a question
that only the real Callie would
know the answer to.
Frank KICKS open the kitchen door and rushes into the room.
He is now carrying his sawed off shot gun.
Everyone jumps as Frank levels the weapon at the two
identical women.
FRANK
Which one is it?!
TAMSIN
We're just finding out now.
LON
(indicating Frank's gun)
That's not going to stop the
Doppelganger. According to the
literature, bullets have no effect.
FRANK
(with a smirk)
Luckily, I filled Bessie here with
something a little less demon
friendly.
(beat)
Rock salt.
Tyler looks confused. The two Callies glance at each other.
LON
(noticing Tyler's
expression)
We found out that salt is toxic to
the creature until it fully takes
over its victim's life.
Mike points to himself.
MIKE
(boasting)
I found out!
TAMSIN
Ask your question, Tyler.
Tyler takes a deep breath. The two Callies look nervous.
Tyler pulls back his collar, exposing the bite wound on his
neck.
TYLER
Who did this to me?
CALLIE #2
Hester! It was Hester the vampire!
You said you tried to save Lon! You
just told me about it five minutes
ago! I teased you!
Callie #1 looks at Callie #2.
CALLIE #1
He didn't tell me her name.
TYLER
(to Lon; pointing to his
own head)
Gleans what you're thinking about.
Callie #2's eyes widen.
LON
(impressed)
Ingenious.
Frank levels his gun at the imposter. Suddenly, she grabs the
real Callie by the arm and THROWS her into Frank. The two hit
the floor causing Frank's gun to discharge into the wall. It
then falls out of his grasp and slides across the diner
floor.
The rest of the team jump on the demon as Tyler grabs the
dazed Callie by the hand and drags her away. Corrine rushes
to Tyler's side.
The Doppelganger BACKHANDS Lon. He smashes into the wall
dazed.
Mike raises his hands but is too slow. The Doppelganger's
foot KICKS him in the face. He goes down.
Tamsin lands a few PUNCHES which seem to have no effect. The
Doppelganger, PUNCHES her in the gut, dropping her to her
knees.
Vi assumes an attack stance. The doppelganger approaches her.
Vi KICKS her. The demon drops to the ground but only for a
second. It LEAPS back up and over Vi with astonishing speed.
Vi turns to continue the fight, only to be STRUCK with a
table. It shatters into pieces as Vi falls to the ground.
Frank stands as the Doppelganger walks toward Callie.
As it walks, it picks up a chair and THROWS it at Frank,
knocking him back down.
Corrine steps in front of the two young lovers.
CORRINE
You want her? You're going to have
to go through me.
The Doppelganger tilts her head and looks at Corrine for a
moment.
DOPPELGANGER
Another Slayer, eh? You've seen how
I deal with Slayers.
She nods toward Vi, who is slowly picking herself up off the
floor.
The creature takes a step closer. Corrine reaches quickly
reaches into her purse, pulls out a small bottle, unscrews
the cap, and points at the fake Callie.
DOPPELGANGER (CONT'D)
(with an amused smirk)
Eye drops? You're threatening me
with eye drops?
CORRINE
No. Saline solution. Main
ingredient... salt.
Corrine squirts the demon with the liquid, striking it in the
face. It grabs its face in pain, screaming in an unearthly
howl as smoke billows out from between its fingers.
Corrine leaps into action. Grabbing a salt shaker off the
nearest table, she quickly unscrews the cap and leaps on the
startled demon, knocking it to the ground.
Corrine shoves the salt shaker end-up into the howling
creature's mouth. It struggles violently. It's face
momentarily MORPHS into its true demon form- bulging yellow
eyes, slick blue skin, stringy white hair. Its bony clawed
fingers grab at Corrine.
The demon once again MORPHS back into Callie's image as it
continues to struggle. Corrine continues to hold it down
until the creature begins to go limp, finally slumping to the
floor, weak and struggling to breathe.
Everyone has now righted themselves and begins to gather
around the demon on the floor. Callie clings tightly to
Tyler's chest.
Frank offers his hand to Corrine who is still sitting on top
of the demon. She looks up at him for a beat and then accepts
it. He lifts her into a standing position.
The group looks down at the dying demon. With its hand, it
beckons weakly to Callie.
CALLIE
(to Lon)
Is it safe?
LON
With that amount of salt, I should
think so.
Callie tentatively squats down by her demonic double.
DOPPELGANGER
(smiling weakly; labored)
It was fun... while it lasted.
(beat)
You... should have... let me have
this life.
Suddenly the Doppelganger GRABS Callie by the shirt. Pulling
her in close she whispers something into her ear. A startled
look spreads over Callie's face as she pulls away.
The Doppelganger gives one last gasp and dies. Its appearance
reverts back to its true demonic form.
Callie stands, visibly shaken. Tyler puts his arm around her,
but she shrugs him off. Tyler gives her an uncertain look.
CALLIE
I... I need to go.
Callie heads for the door. Tyler pursues.
TYLER
Wait. I'll take you home.
Callie stops at the door and turns to him.
CALLIE
No. I need some time... alone.
Tyler's face falls. He nods. Callie turns and quickly leaves
the diner. Tyler immediately makes a hasty B-line to his room
behind the stairs.
Everyone else stands around gawking at the scene.
FRANK
Well don't just stand there! Let's
get this place cleaned up, people.
Move! Move!
Mike groans. Corrine and Frank watch as the team reluctantly
breaks into action. Lon, Mike, and Tamsin all begin to clean
up the mess inflicted upon the diner by the demon.
Vi grabs the dead Doppelganger and throws it over her
shoulder. She carries it into the kitchen, presumably on her
way to Command Central. Corrine looks at Frank uncertainly.
CORRINE
Oh, God. Please tell me that's not
what's in your burgers.
FRANK
(smirking)
Well... not that one. Thanks to
somebody, its too salty.
For the first time in front of Frank, Corrine lets a small
smile cross her face. She then laughs lightly. Frank smiles
warmly at her and laughs also.
FRANK (CONT'D)
(sincerely)
Thanks.
She nods. She and Frank stand there in quiet. As the rest of
the gang continue to clean we:
FADE TO:
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