2x01
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ACT TWO
INT. FRANK'S DINER - MORNING
As before. The glowing slug LEAPS toward Tyler's face. He
dodges out of the way just in time. The creature sails
through the air and lands on the bar right between the ladies
with a SPLAT!
Startled, the ladies and Rick jump back.
CALLIE
What the Hell is that!
Tamsin grabs the nearest thing to her, a fork, and tries to
stab the creature. Tyler and Callie stand back.
VI
I don't know!
The slug retreats quickly from Tamsin.
TAMSIN
Get it! Grab it!
Vi reaches for the creature, but then retracts her hand
quickly making a grossed out face.
VI
Eww! It's all... gooey.
Tamsin tosses her fork to Vi who catches it and slams it down
on the slug pinning it to the bar. The creature makes a high
pitch SHRIEKING sound.
Above them, the light over the bar FLICKERS. Another slug
falls from the light landing on the counter near the first
one.
RICK
(pointing)
There's another one!
Another slug emerges from behind the blender and falls to the
floor.
VI
And there!
Another two fall from the light to the floor. Tamsin takes a
step back.
TAMSIN
Bloody Hell!
The five begin stomping on the small slugs which SHRIEK as
they are flattened into puddles of goo.
The shrieks only serve to bring more of the glowing slugs out
of hiding from behind various electrical sources, dislodging
themselves from power cords, as they quickly try to make a
getaway.
More slugs fall from the lights onto the gang. The five
frantically grab at the creatures, squashing them as the
continue to stomp the ones on the floor. The shrieks of the
dying slugs finally die down.
Tamsin, Vi, Callie, Rick, and Tyler stand stunned, covered in
slimy goo. Bits and pieces of the green slugs cling to their
hair.
Mike emerges from the kitchen, an apple in his hand. Noticing
his friends' appearances, he squints his eyes and looks at
the five for a beat.
MIKE
(annoyed)
So wait... You guys have a booger
fight, and I'm childish?
(shakes his head)
Disgusting.
Mike scoffs and takes a bite out of his apple as we:
FADE TO:
INT. COMMAND CENTRAL - MEDICAL LAB - LATER
Frank, Kat, Vi, Rick, Mike, Billie, Tyler, and Callie stand
some distance behind Fletcher and Tamsin who are seated at
the desk studying the slug Vi stabbed with the fork. The
utensil is still solidly embedded in the dead creature.
With gloved hands, Fletcher dislodges the fork and sets it
aside. He picks up a scalpel and makes a vertical incision in
the slug, cutting it in half. He and Tamsin lean in for a
closer view. The interior of the creature glows with residual
energy.
FLETCHER
It's too bad you didn't get a live
specimen. She's a real beaut.
Frank and Billie exchange an amused look. Kat sees this
friendly exchange and looks annoyed. Noticing the other
woman's reaction, Billie cocks her eyebrow.
FLETCHER (CONT'D)
(quieter; to Tamsin)
Though not as beautiful as you.
Tamsin smiles lightly.
Callie looks at her watch and nudges Tyler.
CALLIE
(quietly to Tyler)
Now we're late.
Tyler takes a quick look at his watch and grimaces. He turns
to Frank.
TYLER
We gotta split, Frank.
FRANK
(nodding)
Say "Hi" to Corrine for me.
Tyler nods. Kat frowns at Frank's words as the couple moves
to the door and exits.
KAT
Corrine? The Slayer?
FRANK
Yeah.
(concerned)
Hope she's okay.
Kat's brow furrows.
KAT
You seem awfully concerned about
her.
Now it's Frank's turn to furrow, unsure if Kat's last
sentence was an accusation or merely a statement. Billie
looks annoyed.
FRANK
She's under a lot of stress at
work. Missing her training
sessions. That's not good for a
Slayer.
Kat nods and relaxes a little, returning her attention to
Fletcher and Tamsin.
Frank glances at Kat out of the corner of his eye and gives a
worried frown.
Fletcher and Tamsin are engaged in quiet conversation as they
continue to examine the slug. They both laugh lightly,
sharing some secret joke.
Billie's had enough of the two and steps closer.
BILLIE
(annoyed)
What are we dealing with here?
Tamsin and Fletcher turn around to face her, each wears a
mischievous smile on their face.
FLETCHER
(to Tamsin)
You may have the honor.
TAMSIN
Why thank you, kind sir.
Billie looks at the two impatiently. Tamsin either doesn't
notice or doesn't care. More than likely, the latter. She
continues to smile and motions for the others to come closer.
TAMSIN (CONT'D)
It appears we've been infested with
Magnalits.
Frank and Billie exchange annoyed looks.
RICK
(clueless)
Magna whats?
TAMSIN
Lits. They're energy sucking
parasites.
FRANK
Crap. We must have picked one up
from that last portal. They
reproduce like crazy.
TAMSIN
(nodding)
Both sexually and asexually.
FLETCHER
Horny little root rats. Be hundreds
of them by now. Thankfully, they're
not dangerous.
BILLIE
Just to the warranties on all your
electronic equipment.
The overhead lights FLICKER for a beat. All look up until it
stops. Frank frowns.
FRANK
Yeah. Let's get rid of these god
damn things.
VI
What do we do?
FLETCHER
They're hard to track because they
mimic background energy signatures.
But I should be able to adjust the
scanners to compensate. Then it's
just a matter of--
MIKE
Pouring salt on them?
Fletcher gives an amused smile.
FLETCHER
If you like.
FRANK
(nodding)
Sounds like a plan. Let's get on
with it.
FLETCHER
Great. The calibrator's in the
Science Lab.
The gang all move toward the door.
MIKE
(to Frank)
Mind if I sit this one out? I've
got a lunch... um...
(with a big grin)
...date.
Tamsin leans in to Vi.
TAMSIN
(quietly)
More like a nooner.
Frank looks to Mike and shrugs.
FRANK
(sarcastically)
Sure. It's not like you work here
or anything.
As they all file out of the room, Frank catches Kat by the
arm, holding her back. Billie pauses in the doorway, watching
Frank.
KAT
What?
FRANK
I just want to make sure things are
good with us.
Kat smiles at Frank.
KAT
Sure. Great.
Frank nods, but looks a bit uncertain. He turns and exits,
passing Billie. Kat slowly turns to leave only to see Billie
stepping back into the room and closing the door behind her.
BILLIE
We gotta have a talk, sista.
Kat gives Billie a half annoyed, half amused look.
KAT
This ought to be good.
Billie smirks and takes a step closer.
BILLIE
You're a tough chick. Good. That
makes things easier. Means I can
cut through the BS and just get to
the point.
Billie takes another step closer to Kat.
BILLIE (CONT'D)
I see what's going on here. Between
you and Frank.
KAT
(innocently)
I don't know what you're talking
about.
Now Billie looks amused.
BILLIE
Right. And the woman's called
"queen" because she rules the
magical kingdom of "Latifahland".
Kat screws up her face, not getting the reference.
BILLIE (CONT'D)
Frank's not here so you can drop
the act, Kat.
(beat)
Woman to woman- I see it all, babe.
How you look at him. The way you
look like you wanna slap me every
time he talks to me. The way you
wanted to tear off Tanya's head
when she kissed him.
Kat frowns.
BILLIE (CONT'D)
You two may have agreed to just be
friends, but I don't believe for a
second that you're going to settle
for that.
Kat takes a step closer to Billie, her posture now as
aggressive as the other woman's.
KAT
Let's just say for the sake of
argument that you're right. What
business is it of yours?
BILLIE
Frank doesn't need any
"distractions". Distractions get
you killed.
(beat; softer)
We both know that eventually you'll
wear him down, given your history
and all. You want to be the one
whose responsible for his death
because he didn't have his head in
the game?
Kat's face softens, tears come to her eyes. Billie's face
softens also in response.
KAT
You're right. We can't just be
friends. We love each other too
much.
(beat)
I guess I'll have to leave. If me
being back is permanent, then I
can't stay here.
Billie nods.
BILLIE
I think that's for the best. I
could make a few calls. I think
Delta Team is looking for a Wiccan.
Kat's face twist into a cruel sneer.
KAT
I thought so! I mention leaving and
you practically offer to help me
pack!
Billie cocks her eyebrow, surprised at Kat's erratic
behavior.
BILLIE
What?
KAT
(accusatory)
You can't wait to get me out of
here!
BILLIE
I'm just thinking of Frank.
KAT
Oh, I bet you are. I'm not the only
one whose looking at him.
Billie laughs nervously as Kat's temper escalates.
BILLIE
You're crazy, sista.
KAT
(frenzied)
Crazy!? Crazy!?
Billie now looks deeply concerned and a little scared.
BILLIE
(softer; forcibly calm)
I don't know what The Powers That
Be did to you, but... something's
wrong. I'm going to go get Frank.
Billie takes a step back closer to the door. Kat begins to
GLOW softly.
KAT
Why? When we're getting along so
well!
Kat raises her hands. Billie barely has time to LEAP out of
the way as ENERGY BOLTS shoot from Kat's fingers! Billie is
on her feet. She holds her hands up in a defensive position.
BILLIE
Kat! You don't have to do this!
Kat circles around Billie, her hands CRACKLING with energy.
KAT
Frank loves me and you're trying to
drive us apart!
Billie tries to edge closer to the door. Kat continues to
hold her hands ready for another attack.
BILLIE
(calmly)
You're right. Frank does love you.
Billie slides closer to the door, almost close enough to grab
the door's handle.
BILLIE (CONT'D)
It was wrong of me to try to
separate you. Let's just go get him
and talk this thing through.
Kat lowers her hands.
Billie grabs the door and handle and attempts to make a break
for it, but Kat is quicker. Bringing her hands up, she ZAPS
Billie with a barrage of energy.
Billie rocks back from the force of the blow and falls to the
floor in a limp heap.
Kat furrows her brow. She looks around the room as we:
FADE TO:
INT. COMMAND CENTRAL - MEDICAL LAB - LATER
The door to the Medlab opens. Frank looks into the room to
see Kat closing one of the room's large storage lockers.
FRANK
There you are.
Startled, Kat jumps lightly. Frank pulls out his PDA.
FRANK (CONT'D)
Fletcher's got the detectors
configured.
Kat smiles at Frank innocently.
KAT
Great. Be right there.
Frank looks around the room curiously.
FRANK
Where's Billie? Thought she was in
here with you.
KAT
She got a call. Had to go. Said to
tell you sorry.
FRANK
(shrugging)
That's Billie. Can't slow that
woman down for a second.
Frank motions for Kat to join him. She happily moves across
the room and exits with Frank.
The camera PANS to the locker that Kat was closing.
FADE TO:
INT. STORAGE LOCKER - CONTINUOUS
CU on Billie, bound, gagged, and still unconscious as we:
CUT TO BLACK:
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
INT. FRANK'S DINER - LATE AFTERNOON
The camera PANS around the diner to show that it is empty as
usual. Tyler enters talking on his cell phone.
TYLER
(into phone)
What a day!
(beat)
Yeah. Corrine was in a lousy mood.
Tyler walks to the bar and walks behind it.
TYLER (CONT'D)
Three guesses and the first two
don't count.
(beat; chuckle)
Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner.
Maxwell Canton is the correct
answer. Tell the little lady what
she's won.
Tyler takes a glass and fills it 3/4ths full with soda.
TYLER (CONT'D)
Yeah, well I'm relaxing as we
speak.
Tyler reaches under the bar and pulls out Frank's secret
stash of liquor. He fills the rest of his glass with the
liquid and puts the bottle back.
TYLER (CONT'D)
Okay. I'll see you later, babe.
(beat)
Love you too.
Tyler hangs up his phone and stashes it in his pocket, he
rounds the bar and sits on one of the bar stools. He takes a
huge drink of his beverage and gives a contented sigh.
Footfalls sound on the stairs from Frank's apartment catching
Tyler's attention. The camera PANS RIGHT to show Mike enter
from upstairs followed by ATTRACTIVE MAN #2 (African
American, late 20's, in a Chuckie's waiter's uniform). The
couple walk over to the door, pause, and engage in a
passionate kiss.
ATTRACTIVE MAN #2
That was amazing. You're amazing!
MIKE
(smugly)
It's true.
ATTRACTIVE MAN #2
I wish I didn't have to work the
dinner shift. We could do that
three or four more times.
He leans in and gives Mike another kiss.
ATTRACTIVE MAN #2 (CONT'D)
Maybe I'll just blow off work and
hang here with you.
MIKE
(to quickly)
You can't.
The attractive man frowns.
MIKE (CONT'D)
I mean... just think about all
those poor hungry people you'd be
denying the chance to see that
gorgeous butt of yours in those
tight pants...
Mike glances down at the man's name tag pinned to his shirt.
MIKE (CONT'D)
...Jamal.
JAMAL gives and embarrassed smile.
MIKE (CONT'D)
Good tipping patrons, I'd wager.
Jamal's smile widens.
JAMAL
If I didn't need to make rent next
week...
Looking Mike up and down, Jamal shakes his head. He pushes
open the door.
JAMAL (CONT'D)
Call me.
Mike nods. Jamal starts to exit, pauses, and turns his head
to Mike. He glances down at his own backside.
JAMAL (CONT'D)
It is gorgeous, isn't it?
With a chuckle, Jamal it gone. Mike turns to see Tyler
sitting at the bar watching him. Mike laughs and shakes his
head as he walks over to his friend.
TYLER
Supporting a good work ethic?
That's not like you.
MIKE
(shrugging)
I'm growing as a person?
TYLER
(scoffs)
A person who has a date with
someone else tonight, perhaps?
Mike gives an innocent smile.
MIKE
I have a lot of love to give.
A concerned look crossed Tyler's face. He takes a deep
breath.
TYLER
About that. Look--
The kitchen door opens. Frank, Kat, Fletcher, Vi, and Tamsin
emerge.
FRANK
(to Mike)
Well, if it isn't Heaven's Gate's
gay Casanova. Decided to join us?
Mike looks at Frank innocently.
MIKE
What? You said I could sit this one
out.
FRANK
You're the last person I'd think
would need a refresher course on
sarcasm.
Mike frowns and looks at the group.
MIKE
I see Rick's gone. Give him the
third degree too?
FRANK
Rick doesn't work here.
Vi jumps in to defend her man.
VI
Rick's been a lot of help to us the
past few months. Plus he runs his
own business!
Tamsin gives a pained look.
TAMSIN
(groaning)
We know.
Vi ignores her.
VI
The man's got to sleep sometime.
Mike gives an unconcerned shrug and looks to Fletcher.
MIKE
So. Did we get 'em all?
Fletcher looks at his scanner and frowns.
FLETCHER
I think so.
He smacks the scanner lightly.
FLETCHER (CONT'D)
I don't see any more individual
signals, but something's still
there.
TAMSIN
Perhaps the calibration's off.
FLETCHER
The calibration's fine, sweetheart.
It's some kind of interference.
FRANK
Interference from what?
A nervous look flickers across Kat's face. Fletcher shrugs.
FLETCHER
I can't pinpoint an exact location.
Kat looks relieved.
FLETCHER (CONT'D)
It's more like a generalized high
frequency electromagnetic field.
FRANK
Is is dangerous?
FLETCHER
Not at these levels.
FRANK
Good. Let's call it a day then,
people.
All look happy as they sit down. Fletcher turns to Tamsin.
FLETCHER
So what do you say to dinner and a
show?
Tamsin smiles. Frank's cell phone rings. He looks down to the
caller ID which reads "Tanya". He flicks his phone off. CU of
the phone as he sets it on the bar.
KAT
Who was that?
Frank shakes his head innocently.
FRANK
No one.
(to all)
Hey. Why don't we all go to
Chuckie's? My treat?
All nod excitedly except Kat, who looks at Frank suspiciously
for a beat, and Mike who looks less than thrilled.
MIKE
I've got other plans.
All heads turn to Mike.
TYLER
Another date. Plus he doesn't want
to run into a certain waiter with a
gorgeous butt.
Everyone gives Tyler an odd look.
TYLER (CONT'D)
His words, not mine.
A small chuckle passes though the group.
FRANK
Well, he won't have to worry about
that. He's staying here.
MIKE
Say what? You heard the man. I've
got a date, dude.
FRANK
Yeah. With the orb. It's been weeks
since you logged any time.
Kat looks nervous.
MIKE
Frank--
FRANK
(firmly)
You heard me. Now get to it.
TYLER
(standing)
That's my cue to leave.
Mike puts on his pouty face moves slowly toward the kitchen.
Tyler exits into his bedroom.
Kat closes her eyes. A look of deep concentration crosses her
face.
Fletcher's detector begins to beep. He quickly looks at it.
FLETCHER
Energy spike!
CUT TO:
INT. COMMAND CENTRAL - SPHERE CAVE - CONTINUOUS
The orb begins to glow brighter and strobe with power.
CUT TO:
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