by Tyler Moody & Robb House
Script created with Final Draft by Final Draft, Inc.
Script created with Final Draft by Final Draft, Inc.
TEASER
FADE IN:
INT. SARAH'S DORM ROOM - NIGHT
LOUD MUSIC can be heard inside the dorm room. It's coming
from the hallway outside, so the lyrics are impossible to
make out. The only clear sound is that of the THUMPING
BASSLINE. The floor of the bedroom is covered by books and
loose pieces of paper. VI and her friend, SARAH MONROE, lay
on the floor, studying. Well, Sarah's studying.
VI
You can't just sit in here and look
at books all night!
SARAH
Why not? Done it before. I'm pretty
good at it.
VI
But there's a party going on right
outside!
Sarah raises up and rests her head on her arms, looking at
Vi.
SARAH
There's a party going on right
outside every night!
Vi sticks her bottom lip out.
SARAH (CONT'D)
Girl, you don't live here. You
don't know about dorm parties.
They're loud, they're noisy, they
last all night. If you go out in
that hallway, you'll never make it
back to your room.
Vi sits up and leans against Sarah's bed behind her.
VI
You're just an old hermit.
SARAH
I'm six months younger than you.
VI
(beat)
Still a hermit.
SARAH
Yeah, you're right. I should just
forget about becoming a physicist,
stop with all this work. I'll just
go out there and get fondled and
groped by the drunk townies who
snuck in, maybe kill a few brain
cells through the use of some
illegal substance. Books are just a
fad, anyway.
VI
(grinning)
Now you're talking!
Sarah laughs lightly.
SARAH
Come on. You know this is important
to me. I don't want to be like
Tandi...
Sarah motions to the other side of her room. It is quite the
contrast to Sarah's side of the room, covered in posters of
shirtless men and other "qirly" accessories.
SARAH (CONT'D)
... here for the soul purpose of
partying and sleeping with as many
frat boys as possible.
VI
How is Slutty McWhores-a-lot?
SARAH
(shrugging)
Who knows? I see her for like two
seconds a week when she's in
between dates.
VI
(sighing; sarcastically)
She's so lucky.
Sarah chuckles and rolls her eyes, looking back at her text
book. Vi takes one more look at the book in front of her and
GROANS.
VI (CONT'D)
I can't do this! It's too much like
work. And I already have a job.
SARAH
Being a waitress at a soup kitchen
is not a long-term plan.
VI
The diner is not a soup kitchen.
SARAH
If I walked in there and pretended
not to have any money, would your
boss tell you to serve me for free?
VI
Yeah, probably.
SARAH
Just like at a soup kitchen.
Vi stands up, bending backwards to work out a cramp in her
back.
VI
Alright, stay in here. I don't
care. I've got to get home anyway.
Sarah waves goodbye as Vi collects her book.
CUT TO:
INT. DORMITORY - HALLWAY - MOMENTS LATER
Vi exits Sarah's room, her backpack on her back, and closes
the door behind her.
MUSIC CUE: "I Kissed a Girl" by Katy Perry.
The hallway is full of COLLEGE STUDENTS, dancing to the song.
Some hold red plastic cups. Vi struggles past groups of
bodies grinding against each other, trying to escape.
VI
Excuse me...pardon me...just coming
through here...Hey! Watch the
hands, buddy!
A MALE STUDENT behind Vi holds up his hands and laughs as he
turns away. Vi shakes her head and continues through the
crowd. She passes a MAKING OUT COUPLE and walks off camera.
We stay with this couple. After a beat, they break apart.
GIRL
What do you say we go somewhere
more private?
GUY
(wasted)
I say "awesome".
The Girl grabs his hand and drags him into the nearest open
dorm room. The door SLAMS behind him. After a beat, there's a
PAINFUL SCREAM. It's almost indistinguishable from the music
in the loud, crowded hallway, and all the partiers are too
wasted to notice anyway.
The scream dies down, the door opens, and the Girl exits. The
music swells as she closes the door behind her and leans
against it. With a look of ecstasy on her face, she closes
her eyes and smiles, parting her lips slightly. A GLOWING
SMOKE escapes out of the corner of her mouth. She basks in
the moment for a beat and then turns toward the camera.
Walking toward it, her smile turns into a cruel sneer as we:
BLACKOUT.
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
INT. FRANK'S DINER - MORNING
MIKE and TYLER sit at the bar eating breakfast. Vi stands
behind the counter, leaning in to talk to the pair.
VI
All she does is study. It's really
kind of sad.
MIKE
Has she had any dates since you two
met?
VI
Not that I can think of. There was
this one guy, Henry, who was
interested, but she said she
couldn't go out with him because of
an exam.
Tyler wipes his mouth with a napkin and puts it down on his
clean plate.
TYLER
(shaking his head)
Neither of you has had any dates
recently either, if memory serves.
MIKE
(defensively)
You know I decided to lay off the
guys this semester. Besides, you're
gonna be in that boat with us if
you don't stop with all the
hamburgers.
Mike pats Tyler on the belly. Tyler slaps his hand away and
shoots Mike an annoyed look.
TYLER
Hey, I've got a girlfriend. I don't
need to look good anymore.
Mike chuckles and turns back to Vi, resuming their
conversation.
MIKE
You need to set her up with
someone.
VI
She'd never go for it.
MIKE
It's easy. Just tell her to meet
you at some coffee shop to study--
TYLER
(finishing the sentence)
--and instead of meeting you, she
meets the guy you sent in your
place.
MIKE
Instant hookup.
Tyler and Mike bump fist. Vi thinks about it for a moment.
VI
Too sneaky. I'm not good at sneaky.
MIKE
What about the time you went
undercover?
TYLER
Yeah, you were pretty sneaky then.
VI
(flatly)
I almost got drugged and killed.
This defeats the boys. The three think for a beat.
VI (CONT'D)
(excitedly)
Maybe if it was like a group thing.
I could probably get her to come
out with a group.
MIKE
You and me and Tyler and Callie and
her.
VI
Who said you were invited?
Mike throws a fry at Vi.
MIKE
You just need to pick out a guy for
her.
They all sit and think. Who would be the best guy for Sarah?
After a beat, Tyler speaks up.
TYLER
Chad!
VI
Chad?
TYLER
Yeah. You've met him. Poker night.
Some of the guys from work came
over.
VI
(thinking)
Oh.
(repulsed)
Oh! The weird guy with the hair?
TYLER
He's not weird. Okay, yes, he's
weird. But he's nice.
(beat)
Except he's not actually really all
that nice. But he is fun. Ish.
VI
Fun? Perfect!
TAMSIN (O.S.)
Who's perfect?
TAMSIN enters from the kitchen and sits down beside Mike at
the bar.
VI
We're setting my friend Sarah up on
a date with Chad. But not a "date"
date. More of a group thing.
TAMSIN
The guy with the hair?
TYLER
What's the deal with his hair? It's
normal hair.
TAMSIN
Where are you guys going? Can I
come?
VI
I don't know yet. And yes.
TAMSIN
You should go somewhere low
pressure. Like, hey! The Roundhouse
is having a karaoke night this
week. We should go there.
VI
(too eager)
The Roundhouse? Yes! Fun!
Mike, Tyler, and Tamsin share a grin.
VI (CONT'D)
What? What was that? That
"grinning" thing you all did with
your faces.
TAMSIN
The Roundhouse.
MIKE
Where Rick works.
TYLER
Rick of the honey-licking
fantasies.
Vi blushes.
VI
It's not like that. I mean, just
because he hasn't called and I
would really like to see him and
sometimes when he smiles I get all
light and floaty...
TAMSIN
Reel it in, girl.
Vi giggles a little, nervously.
TAMSIN (CONT'D)
So karaoke it is then. Oh! I could
sing that Madonna song! You know,
the one where she's dressed like
Marilyn Monroe in the video. What's
it called?
Everyone turns to Mike.
MIKE
(offended)
Great!
Somebody mentions Madonna and
everyone looks at the gay guy. Way
to be politically correct.
Everyone keeps looking at him.
MIKE (CONT'D)
(annoyed, reluctant)
Material Girl. Dammit.
TAMSIN
(smiles)
That's the one. Thanks, twinkle
toes.
Mike frowns.
JUMP CUT TO:
EXT. WILCOX COLLEGE CAMPUS - DAY
COLLEGE STUDENTS cross the campus in every direction, heading
to classes. Sarah is weaving through them, heading to class.
VI (O.S.)
Sarah! Hey!
Sarah stops and turns around. Vi jogs into frame.
SARAH
Hey, girl. What's up?
VI
I have a proposition for you.
Sarah eyes Vi suspiciously as we:
CUT TO:
INT. MACROWARE OFFICES - CHAD'S CUBICLE - DAY
The cubicle is a mess. The walls are covered in Sci-fi
posters, various action figures sit atop the desk. CHAD
WARCHUCK is sitting in front of his computer typing on his
key board.
CU on the screen which reads- "Special Projects file #225 not
available on this terminal." His brow furrows as he studies
the screen's contents.
Tyler enters the cubicle and taps Chad on the shoulder. He
JUMPS. Glancing over his shoulder, Chad quickly switches off
his monitor so that Tyler can't see what he is working on.
As he turns around to face his visitor, Chad surreptitiously
pulls a silver FLASH DRIVE out of the computer's USB port,
and slips it into his pocket.
CHAD
Jeez, man! Give a guy a heart
attack!
TYLER
Sorry.
(nodding toward the blank
screen)
Busty Asian beauties dot com,
again?
CHAD
(smirking)
What can I say? They love me long
time.
Tyler shakes his head as he sits down on a small filing
cabinet next to Chad.
TYLER
Well put away the internet porn,
buddy. I've got a proposition for
you.
CU on Chad's confused face as we:
CUT TO:
EXT. WILCOX COLLEGE CAMPUS - DAY
As before.
SARAH
A date? I don't know about that.
VI
Oh, come on! You need to get out of
your room once in a while! Meet
some men.
INTERCUT - CHAD'S CUBICLE/COLLEGE CAMPUS
Chad is considering Tyler's offer.
TYLER
Dude, come on. How many times have
you complained about not having a
girlfriend?
CHAD
Yeah, I guess.
At the CAMPUS, Sarah doesn't look convinced.
SARAH
I've never met him. What if he's
gross?
VI
He's not. I've seen him. He's...
nice... ish.
In his CUBICLE, Chad leans back and grins at Tyler.
CHAD
All right. Let's do this!
TYLER
Great. Now listen here, buddy. You
will not sleep with this girl after
this date. She is not a toy. She is
my friend's friend. Do you
understand?
CHAD
(nodding)
Your life will be miserable if I
upset her.
TYLER
Exactly. There may even be
bloodshed.
On the college CAMPUS, Sarah rolls her eyes.
SARAH
Fine. I'll go. As a favor to you.
With the agreement that I can
ignore him if we don't hit it off.
Vi SQUEALS happily and grabs Sarah by the hand, dragging her
off to tell her more about the date.
CUT TO:
INT. FRANK'S DINER - DAY
Tamsin sits at the bar, EARBUDS in her ears, listening to her
MP3 PLAYER humming Madonna's "Material Girl".
Beside her, LON sits at his usual seat at the counter with
his usual cup of coffee and newspaper paper in front of him.
He glances over to his sister, an annoyed look on his face,
then turns to look at FRANK.
Frank sweeps the floor, absent-mindedly WHISTLING "Material
Girl" in time with Tamsin's humming. The diner door opens,
the bell JINGLES, and TANYA enters.
FRANK
Oh, hey.
TANYA
I came about the--
Frank waves a hand-- he knows. He props the broom against a
wall and motions to Lon. He taps his sister on the arm to get
her attention. She ignored him. He looks at Frank and shrugs.
Frank gives Lon an annoyed look and walks over to Tamsin,
pulling the earbuds from out of her ears none too gently.
TAMSIN
(annoyed)
Hey! Would it kill you to say
please?
FRANK
I'm boss. The boss doesn't say
please.
TAMSIN
Apparently.
They notice Tanya.
TAMSIN (CONT'D)
(coolly)
Tanya.
LON
Good day.
TANYA
No, not really.
Frank sits down at the bar beside Tamsin. Tanya stands in
front of them.
FRANK
Tanya called me and told me she
needed our help.
TANYA
Yes. As much as I hate it, I think
this is the kind of thing you...
"people" do.
LON
What's the problem?
Tanya shakes her head.
TANYA
It'll be easier to show you.
Tanya goes back to the door and opens it. She waves at
someone, motioning for them to come in. Slowly, a very OLD
MAN shuffles into frame and enters the diner. Tanya takes his
hand and leads him to a chair.
The clothing he wears would look normal on a person several
decades younger, but looks strangely out of place on his
decrepid physique. He sits in front of Tamsin, Lon, and
Frank. Tanya stands behind him and puts her hands on his
shoulders.
Confused looks cross Tamsin and Lon's faces as they look at
each other and then back to Tanya and her companion.
TAMSIN
Is he from the retirement community
down the street?
TANYA
This is Chris. My son.
Each of them reacts differently: Frank's face changes very
little, he raises an eyebrow. He's seen worse. Lon looks more
interested than shocked, his academic side in heaven. Tamsin
is wide-mouthed, bulgy-eyed, hand on chest. The whole nine.
Off their looks:
FADE TO:
INT. FRANK'S DINER - LATER
Chris is telling a story, out of breath. Tanya has crouched
down beside him and is holding his hand.
CHRIS
(wheezing)
...and then I woke up on the floor.
Like this.
LON
What about the girl?
CHRIS
She was gone.
TANYA
(protective mother)
Little tramp.
CHRIS
Mom, come on.
Lon is carefully studying the pad of paper he's been taking
notes on, like a mathematician doing sums.
TAMSIN
Has anyone else around the student
union had, er, this happen to them?
Chris shakes his head painfully.
CHRIS
Not that I know of. But then, who
would brag about it?
Tamsin chuckles.
FRANK
Kid's got a point.
Tanya, clearly frustrated by the jokes, says:
TANYA
Can you help him?
FRANK
(determined)
I don't know what we're dealing
with, but you can bet we're going
to find out.
Lon looks up from his pad, surprised by Frank's attitude. A
proud look crosses his face. He turns to Tanya.
LON
It's a Succubus.
TAMSIN
How's that?
LON
A female demon-- well, as female as
a demon can be.
It takes the shape of a female, at
any rate. I mean, some take the
shape of males, but then they're
called Incubi, but they function
basically--
FRANK
Is there a short answer hidden in
the long answer?
LON
All right, forget the color. It's a
being that feeds on energy.
Specifically, lust energy.
Chris shifts uncomfortably in his seat.
CHRIS
Can we not talk about-- I mean,
this is my mom.
Frank nods.
FRANK
Lon, dial down the lust talk.
LON
Right. Of course. Er, anyway, these
beasts usually have set hunting
grounds. They track down the, shall
we say, "primed" targets and lay in
wait for them.
(beat)
As it were.
Tamsin grins slightly.
TANYA
I don't know what that any of that
means.
FRANK
It means we can help you.
Off his serious face:
BLACKOUT.
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
FADE IN:
INT. FRANK'S DINER - DAY
Tanya and Chris are gone. Vi, Mike, and Tyler have joined the
others at the bar.
MIKE
Succubusses? Like the "screw you to
death" monster thing?
LON
First of all, the plural is
Succubi. And second, yes, the screw
you to death monster thing.
MIKE
(shrugging)
Well, if you gotta go...
LON
Succubi devour a man's life
essence, burning him from the
inside out, to leave him a ruined
shell of a person.
The room's mood is lowered.
MIKE
So, not so fun.
TYLER
I can imagine a lot of better
deaths.
MIKE
Death by pie.
TYLER
Death by television.
VI
Death by pie while watching
television.
MIKE
Death by, well, death by screwing
actually--
LON
While this is all quite droll, I do
think we need to focus more on the
evil demon roaming free, preying on
innocent men.
Tamsin gives Vi a look which says "ain't no such thing." Vi
grins.
LON (CONT'D)
That's actually more true than you
know. While Succubi will feed off
any man, they tend to find the most
innocent prey available-- men that
appear to them not to be, er...
VI
Dogs?
LON
(considers it; then:)
Yes. Dogs. Succubi find the least
dog-like men to attack. The less
womanizing, the more dedicated, the
better. So if we're to catch the
Succubus and destroy it, we're
going to need a relatively innocent
person to use as bait.
Everyone looks around the room, until one by one their gazes
all settle on Tyler. Frank claps his nephew on the shoulder.
TYLER
What? No. Nuh-uh.
MIKE
Oh, come on. You're as innocent as
they come!
TYLER
(defensively)
I have had sex with, like, four
girls!
MIKE
(laughing)
I've had more girls than that. And
besides, I told you that over-the
bra action doesn't count as sex.
Tyler frowns.
LON
In all fairness, you are the
perfect choice, Tyler. Frank's
too... shall we say, experienced...
Frank smiles and winks.
FRANK
(boastfully)
Damn, straight.
LON
Vi and Tamsin are the wrong gender,
and Mike's--
FRANK
--gay as the day is long.
LON
Yes, quite. And I, um, of course,
will be busy doing research.
Tyler shakes his head.
TYLER
I'm always the one who has to get
attacked by the monsters. This is
discrimination.
FRANK
Stop your whining and get upstairs,
we have to prep you.
The group gets up and heads upstairs to get ready. Vi taps
Frank on the shoulder.
VI
I promised Sarah that I'd come over
and help her study tonight.
FRANK
(nodding)
All right, but keep your phone with
you in case we need help.
VI
Sure.
Vi scoops her bag off a table and heads out the door, as
Frank trudges up the stairs.
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