by
Pete D. Gaskell
Script created with Final Draft by Final Draft, Inc.
by
Pete D. Gaskell
Script created with Final Draft by Final Draft, Inc.
TEASER
FADE IN:
INT. SUBURBAN LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
C/U on a red rose. The camera PULLS BACK, revealing a coffee
table full of them. We PAN around, looking at a room obviously
decorated for a romantic evening.
Discarded crockery, a half-eaten meal, lie on a long wooden
table. Champagne glasses, half-full, sit next to them. A bottle
rests in a silver decanter.
A CD player begins playing "Bilingual" by Jose Nunez.
We PUSH IN on a staircase in the corner.
FOLLOW it up until we get to...
CUT TO:
INT. BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS
A plush master bedroom. Neatly decorated, with a feminine touch.
Large mirror, makeup table, wardrobe. A large window on the back
wall, drapes drawn back.
Dominating the room is a king-size double bed. On which a couple
are making out, fully-clothed. The woman on top.
They KISS for a few seconds.
Then, the man pushes the woman off. She flops back on the bed.
We FOCUS on them.
It's SILAS and HESTER, in full VAMP FACE!
Silas shuffles up on the pillow.
SILAS
When I said we should lay low, I
didn't mean it like that.
Hester sticks her lip out playfully.
HESTER
Why the grumpy? Is it because they're
looking at us? Cos it kinda puts me
off too.
She points across the bed, where a COUPLE are lying dead.
Drained. Their eyes look sunken and hollow, their heads facing
the vampires.
With a sudden LEAP, Hester springs to her feet. Picks up the
couple, one in each arm.
She FLINGS them out of the window, SMASHING the glass as they go
flying.
She lets loose a giggle. Turns back to Silas, grinning.
HESTER (CONT'D)
Better already.
She JUMPS onto the bed, begins to crawl towards him. He turns
away.
SILAS
I'm "grumpy" because we've been
waiting on him for six months!
He looks across at her, serious.
SILAS (CONT'D)
He could turn up at any moment and I
don't want him catching us with our
pants down.
HESTER
Why not? He'd enjoy it.
Silas harrumphs and gets up, off the bed.
He starts pacing around the room, worry coursing his features.
SILAS
I don't like it - he calls, and
expects us to come running. Now he
expects us to wait?
HESTER
He wouldn't have called if he didn't
need us.
SILAS
I refuse to be some kind of plaything,
used for whatever purpose he has in
mind.
Silas turns away quickly. Hester jumps to her feet, spins him
round.
He looks back at her, surprised.
SILAS (CONT'D)
What?
HESTER
Just checking to see if your yellow
eyes had turned green.
Silas shakes his head.
SILAS
It's not jealousy. It's how things
ended.
Hester punches him on the shoulder playfully.
HESTER
You always were a wiz at cleanup.
She winks at him. Silas turns away, stares out of the now-broken
window.
SILAS
No time for frolics, love. The Slayer
and that team of hers are out there.
We have to be careful. If they knew we
were back in town--
Hester spits on the ground.
HESTER
Talk about a passion-killer.
Two hands appear on her shoulders. She SPINS round, finds
herself face-to-face with ZACHARIAH. Looks about 30ish, messy
blond hair, cheeky features, ready smile. Wearing a short dark
leather jacket.
He puts his finger to his lips. Shush. Draws her in closer to
him.
Silas doesn't see this, still looking out of the window.
SILAS
That's always been your problem,
Hester. The thrill of the chase. Wild
times. Hedonism. There's more to life
than--
He turns around, sees Hester and Zachariah locking lips.
His lip curls in anger. His fists ball at his sides. He storms
towards them, pushes Hester away.
In one motion, he PUNCHES Zachariah full in the face.
Zachariah shakes his head from side-to-side quickly.
VAMPS OUT.
He LASHES out with a foot, catches Silas on the ankle.
Silas bends down, gets caught with an UPPERCUT from Zachariah.
He's sent reeling backwards, crashes into the makeup table,
sending various accessories flying.
HESTER
Stop it! You'll only get yourselves--
She's distracted. Spotted a lipstick on the floor.
HESTER (CONT'D)
Ooh. Cherry-red.
She bends down to pick it up.
Silas REBOUNDS back up. SMACKS Zachariah with a fist to the jaw.
DRAGS Zachariah round. Pushes him into the wardrobe.
SLAMS the door on him. Once, twice, three times.
CRACK!
The wood of the door splinters. Zachariah hurtles through, hand
outstretched.
CLAMPS it onto Silas' neck. Charges forward, pushing Silas
through the room, until they're standing by the broken window.
With an evil smile, Zachariah reaches into his jacket pocket
with his left hand.
He pulls out an elaborate silver-handled knife. Twirls it
expertly. Holds it against Silas' throat.
He reaches around behind Silas' head with his right hand. Pulls
the head forward. Closer to the knife, closer...
Then, he LUNGES forward, kissing Silas full on the lips!
Silas reacts with anger initially, then settles into the kiss.
A TUTTING sound from behind them.
They look round. It's Hester.
HESTER (CONT'D)
Boys, boys, boys. Wait for me.
She pulls her blouse off. Jumps in between them, smiling.
HESTER (CONT'D)
Just like old times.
FADE TO BLACK.
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
EXT./ESTAB. DINER - NIGHT
A quick shot of the diner, lights still on, sign still says
"Open".
CUT TO:
INT. DINER - CONTINUOUS
TYLER and CALLIE are stood by the door, pretty close. Vi's
friend, SARAH MONROE, is with them, glancing out of the window
every few seconds.
FLETCHER, TAMSIN and MIKE are all lined up at the counter.
Mike's on his cell.
Behind the counter, VI's checking her makeup in a spoon.
Everyone's dressed for a night of clubbing.
Mike ends his call, closes up his cell.
MIKE
Danny says he'll be here in two
shakes.
He grins.
MIKE (CONT'D)
My kinda guy.
Tyler looks over at him from the other side of the diner.
TYLER
Danny again? Second date?
MIKE
Nah. That was Danny Owen, this is
Danny Young. Keep with the box score,
man.
TYLER
Difficult when it gets into double
digits.
MIKE
Triple.
Mike winks and turns back round.
Vi finishes her lipstick, kisses the spoon she's using. A TUT
from behind her, and a hand takes the spoon away.
It's FRANK, not looking best pleased.
FRANK
That's great, Vi. Customer comes in,
sees lipstick on a spoon, wonders what
kind of place I'm running here.
Vi pouts back at him. Tamsin pats her on the arm.
TAMSIN
Don't worry. It'll never happen. You
know we never get any customers.
FRANK
That's the location. Not the food.
FLETCHER
It's the food.
Frank glares at him.
FRANK
What's with all the cracks about the
food anyway? You all eat it.
Nervous shuffling from the group.
Sarah raises her hand.
SARAH
I've never eaten here.
CALLIE
Frank looks at Sarah, squinting his eyes at her.
FRANK
Who are you again?
VI
This is my friend, Sarah. Remember?
FRANK
(annoyed)
No.
(beat; to the group)
Does everyone feel this way?
Everyone mumbles answers. Frank's face falls.
Noticing the look of disappointment on Frank's face, Tyler
speaks up.
TYLER
You know, it's not so much the food as
it is the grease factor.
All quickly nod. Frank furrows his brow.
FRANK
You never complain while you're eating
it.
TAMSIN
Well, we never complain while we're
eating, true. But at night, we
complain a few times.
Mike smiles and high-fives her.
MIKE
One-up to the preggo.
Tamsin doesn't really like that.
FRANK
So you're telling me you're up all
night--
MIKE
Complaining? Yeah. There's usually a
line to the bathroom so we can all
take our turns to complain.
FRANK
And that goes for all of you?
The gang refuse to make eye-contact with him, a bit embarrassed.
Vi tugs on his sleeve.
VI
If it helps any, I don't complain.
(beat)
I usually just throw up.
FRANK
(sarcastically)
Thanks a lot.
Sarah shouts out from over by the window.
SARAH
Someone's flashing their lights out
here.
MIKE
That'll be Danny.
He gets up to go, the others start heading to the door.
TAMSIN
He has a car?
MIKE
A bike. But with really big headlamps.
He stops, realizing Tamsin's right behind him.
MIKE (CONT'D)
You coming too?
TAMSIN
Why wouldn't I?
Mike looks over at Tyler for support, who looks at Callie, who
looks at Vi. No-one wants to say the obvious.
Tamsin's heavily pregnant by now, wearing a dress that's way too
small for her, showing loads of cleavage and a little of
stomach.
MIKE
Because... you're about to go
Hiroshima on us, and I don't want that
happening while I'm in the middle of a
slow dance.
Tamsin's jaw drops, her hands on her hips.
TAMSIN
Thanks a lot. You know I've had it up
to here with you people. Just because
I'm pregnant doesn't mean I can't
enjoy myself!
MIKE
You enjoyed yourself nine months ago.
Now you gotta pay for it.
TAMSIN
And that's another thing! All those
jokes and name-calling - it's gone
beyond now.
She's almost crying, hormones really kicking in.
TAMSIN (CONT'D)
I've been called everything under the
sun - Baby Huey, "preggo", John
Hurt...
Tyler smiles in spite of himself. Mike whispers to him.
MIKE
John Hurt?
TYLER
There was an "Alien" marathon last
week.
MIKE
(smirking)
Nice.
Vi's comforting Tamsin, her arm trying to reach around Tamsin's
shoulders, and failing.
VI
It's not that we don't want you
coming, Tamsin, it's just, we don't
want anything happening.
Tamsin nods, accepting Vi's reason. Fletcher gets up and stands
by her, defying the young adults.
FLETCHER
I, for one, think you look radiant.
MIKE
(to Tyler)
I'll give you fifty bucks if anyone at
the club says that about her.
He looks over at Fletcher.
MIKE (CONT'D)
Except him.
FLETCHER
I'm not going to the club.
MIKE
Dammit! And I was looking forward to
seeing your robot dance. I heard it
was pure 1978.
FLETCHER
What?
Tamsin sighs.
TAMSIN
Sarcasm, Fletcher. You'll have to get
used to it with this lot.
The gang starts heading out of the door, leaving Tamsin,
Fletcher and Frank behind.
Vi pauses and gives Tamsin a concerned glance.
VI
Sure you'll be OK?
TAMSIN
I'll be fine. I'll just sit and mope.
VI
As long as you're sure.
She leaves.
FLETCHER
(to Tamsin)
You know, if you like, we could go
somewhere tonight.
TAMSIN
And where would take the two-ton
adult?
FLETCHER
How about dinner?
Frank shouts from behind the counter.
FRANK
I've got a dinner menu now!
FLETCHER
Thinking of somewhere with a little
more... class.
TAMSIN
Chuckie's?
FLETCHER
Where else?
He links arms with her, the perfect gentleman. They're just
about to leave when SIMON bursts through the door.
SIMON
Bleeding hell. BK's shut for
refurbishment. You've never seen as
many pissed-off teenagers.
He shouts across to Frank.
SIMON (CONT'D)
You sell burgers here, right?
FRANK
(excited)
Sure! Got a couple cooking right now.
He heads into the kitchen. Simon notices Tamsin and Fletcher for
the first time.
SIMON
And where are you two off?
FLETCHER
Dinner.
Simon's eyes light up.
SIMON
Why didn't you say? I'll come with.
FLETCHER
(under his breath)
Oh joy.
Simon puts his arms round the pair, leads them out of the door.
SIMON
Where we going then?
TAMSIN
Chuckie's.
SIMON
Ooh. The romance place.
He checks his watch.
TAMSIN
What are you doing?
SIMON
Checking seeing if it's Valentine's
already.
TAMSIN
Shut up!
She slaps him playfully.
FLETCHER
(sotto voce)
If it was, would you still be coming
with us?
SIMON
(to Tamsin)
Spot me a twenty?
Tamsin sighs as they leave. The diner is empty for a few beats
and Frank arrives from the back with a couple of burgers. He
looks around and frowns.
FRANK
Oh, great.
He takes a bite out of one of them, seems to enjoy it.
FRANK (CONT'D)
(chewing)
Don't know what they're talking about.
These are--
He stops and looks a bit green. He spits the contents of his
mouth back onto the plate as we:
CUT TO:
INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT
The same one we saw in the teaser. Silas is lying back on the
bed naked, sheets covering his manhood, arms folded behind his
head.
Hester's sat on the edge of the bed, applying lipstick, looking
into the mirror. She has no reflection, but it doesn't seem to
bother her.
Zachariah's on his feet, pacing around impatiently, topless.
HESTER
Still as fun as ever, Zachy.
ZACHARIAH
(Cockney accent)
Just like riding a bike.
(to Silas; winking)
'cept more sweaty.
SILAS
(with a slight smirk)
Yeah.
(pointedly)
Almost worth waiting a century for.
Zachariah turns to face him, realizing what Silas is implying.
ZACHARIAH
I was over in England, wasn't I?
SILAS
You could have contacted us. Phoned,
or electronic-mailed.
Zach shrugs.
ZACHARIAH
Would have done, but I was with
Orange. Couldn't get a signal.
SILAS
Why now, Zachariah?
Hester looks at Zach appreciatively.
HESTER
Who cares? He's here, let's have some
fun--
SILAS
He's planning something.
ZACHARIAH
Yeah. Was enjoying myself, living in
London. Then that Slayer, Hope...
Joy... or summat, she turned up.
Killed off a lot of me mates. Had to
leg it. Ended up in Birmingham. To lay
low, y'know. That's what took me so
long to get here.
Silas sits up a little.
SILAS
We've had Slayer troubles ourselves
and yet we've managed--
ZACHARIAH
That girl was summat else. Rough wi'
it. Anyway. Birmingham. Certain there
was a Hellmouth there, turned out
that's how the people are. Still,
helped me catch up with me reading.
He goes over to Hester, tickles her under her chin. She enjoys
it. A lot. Silas narrows his eyes.
ZACHARIAH (CONT'D)
Remember what I said to you just
before I turned you?
HESTER
Was it good for you?
Zachariah snickers. Silas gives him daggers.
ZACHARIAH
Oh yeah. God, I forgot that. Best
night ever.
He shakes himself.
ZACHARIAH (CONT'D)
Nah. What else did I say?
HESTER
Oh! Would you like to be immortal?
ZACHARIAH
That's it. As come-ons go, that takes
the biscuit.
He kisses her quickly on the lips, then starts pacing again.
ZACHARIAH (CONT'D)
But the more I thought about it, the
more it isn't true. We step outside in
the light, we're ashes. Yeah, we can
withstand bullets, but a pointy bit of
wood turns us into dust.
He looks over at Silas, excited energy trying to burst through.
ZACHARIAH (CONT'D)
But I've found something that can make
us properly immortal.
SILAS
You serious?
ZACHARIAH
Ladies and gentlemen, we're going to
be gods.
CUT TO BLACK
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
INT. ROUNDHOUSE CLUB - NIGHT
The main club of Heaven's Gate is really rocking tonight -
plenty of students crowding the dancefloor, jiving away to an
electropop track.
Tyler's well into the dancing swing, arms and legs pumping, not
in tune or rhythm, but in enjoyment. He's getting a few odd
looks and a couple of giggles, but he doesn't seem to notice.
The track reaches its climax, and Tyler jumps in the air, claps,
and tries to land in a pose, but stumbles a little.
A few SNIGGERS from some of the dancers.
Tyler quickly recovers his composure and shuffles on over to a
table just off the edge of the dancefloor, where Callie and
Sarah are sitting with a couple of drinks.
Tyler nods at them both, then picks up a half-filled glass of
Coke and POURS it over his own head.
He shakes away the droplets.
TYLER
Thirsty work, dancing.
CALLIE
(giggling)
Is the way you do it, Speedy.
TYLER
It's called expressing yourself.
Callie taps him on the hand lovingly.
CALLIE
You've changed, y'know.
TYLER
Have I?
CALLIE
Yeah. I remember when I first saw you.
Too scared to even talk to me.
Tyler shrugs - he remembers this as well. Only too well.
CALLIE (CONT'D)
But look at you tonight - acting like
an idiot and couldn't care less!
TYLER
(defensively)
I wasn't an idiot!
(beat)
Was I?
Callie shrugs noncommittally, and looks to Sarah for a lifeline,
but none is forthcoming.
CALLIE
You were a lovable idiot. Sound good?
TYLER
Sounds like a bumper sticker.
He leans in closer to Callie. His face softens.
TYLER (CONT'D)
I was a different person then. Things
have changed. I've changed. Got you
now, a stable job, responsibilities,
demons to fight.
Eavesdropping, Sarah give the couple a quick, confused glance.
Tyler notices.
TYLER (CONT'D)
My own personal demons of course.
He picks up another glass of Coke that was on the table, but he
downs this one.
He places it on the table, and it gets whisked away quickly by
RICK, who moves onto another table along, clearing up the
glasses and trays.
Vi's on his arm, tugging at his sleeve.
VI
One dance! That's all I'm asking.
Rick turns and gives her a sympathetic look.
RICK
Sorry. No can do. Not supposed to
fraternize with the customers.
VI
Fine. I'm not a customer. I'm your
girlfriend.
She smiles brightly.
VI (CONT'D)
Fraternize me!
A humoured SNORT from Rick.
RICK
(teasingly)
Not supposed to fraternize with
anyone, girlfriend or not.
He returns to clearing up the table in front of him, a thin
smile on his lips.
Puppy-dog eyes from Vi, who sticks her lip out in a plea for
sympathy from her boyfriend.
Rick smirks - she's almost irresistible to him with that look on
her face.
RICK (CONT'D)
(defeated)
Okay. One dance.
Vi smiles.
RICK (CONT'D)
But if I'm caught, you pay my wages.
My boss is a real dick.
VI
(smirking)
So I've heard.
She claps her hands in self-appreciation, then DRAGS Rick out
onto the dancefloor, perhaps a little too hard - he wasn't
expecting that kind of strength, and he ends up dropping the
tray of glasses, SMASHING them.
Vi pulls him into a position on the dancefloor, BUMPING into
Mike on the way.
Mike's sandwiched between TWO GUYS at the minute, one of them
being DANNY, the other new.
He's getting into the song, shaking his lower half stylishly to
the music.
Craning his neck, he spots the guy behind him.
MIKE
Enjoying the view?
The guy nods imperceptibly. Mike beams evilly, then wiggles his
ass slowly, suggestively, from side to side.
MIKE (CONT'D)
Don't go getting any ideas!
He tops that off with a cheeky wink.
PAN OVER to Tyler, Callie and Sarah watching him.
SARAH
Mike looks like he's enjoying himself.
Vi swings by the table, exhausted after an energetic dance with
Rick.
VI
Mike has that ass-shake down. What I'd
give for Rick to learn that.
All the girls nod, with Callie looking at Tyler meaningfully.
Tyler reacts in shock, shaking his head "no".
Everyone goes back to watching Mike and friends.
SARAH
Hard to believe he lost his boyfriend
a few months ago.
VI
Yeah. Real hard.
CALLIE
It's hard alright, just ask half the
guys here.
A burst of giggles from the girls.
VI
Who died and made you Mike?
Realizing what she just said, Vi cringes.
VI (CONT'D)
Oops, sorry.
She glances over and sees Tyler frowning at them.
CALLIE
Come on. Was only a joke.
TYLER
(seriously)
You guys don't understand. It is
affecting him.
(beat)
All this...
(motioning to Mike)
...is his way of denying his grief.
Burying it.
He looks across at Mike, shaking his head in despair.
VI
Everybody deals with death
differently, Tyler. We lost Lon too,
but you don't see any of us turning
into hoochie--
TYLER
But he's not dealing with it!
(beat)
He just can't accept that dying is a
fact of life.
Off his sad face we:
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