INT. CORRINE OFFICE - DAY
An irritable Corrine sits behind her desk. A light knock at
the door, and Tyler enters carrying a tray with two cups of
coffee on it.
TYLER
Didn't go well?
CORRINE
Another board meeting, another
chance to be belittled by Maxwell
Canton.
(beat)
It did not go well.
TYLER
I'm sorry.
CORRINE
Not your fault.
(beat)
I don't know if I can do this much
longer, Tyler.
Tyler sits one of the mugs of coffee before Corrine and,
without being asked, sits down in the chair across the desk
from her, taking the other mug for himself.
CORRINE (CONT'D)
I'm good at what I do.
TYLER
I know.
CORRINE
I'm quick and smart. I'm one of the
best.
TYLER
Yes.
CORRINE
I should have my own TV show.
TYLER
I'm sorry, what are we talking
about? Your job here, or your
Slaying?
CORRINE
What?
TYLER
It's hard to tell from the way
you're describing it. It's like the
same thing.
CORRINE
They're not.
TYLER
Well, I know that.
CORRINE
So do I.
TYLER
No, you say that, but you don't act
like it.
Corrine looks at Tyler curiously, not sure where his point is
leading.
TYLER (CONT'D)
Corrine, you can't possibly hope to
have a full-time job like this one,
with Canton hounding you all the
time, and hope to be a Slayer too.
There just aren't enough hours in
the day.
(beat)
You're going to have to pick one or
the other.
Corrine sighs. Realizing Tyler is right, she gives him a
light smirk.
CORRINE
You know so much, tell me what to
do.
Corrine is half joking, half serious, a fact that Tyler picks
up on. He takes a deep breath.
TYLER
Well, you know... you're a good
boss, the best ever.
Despite what Maxwell Canton says,
you're doing a great job here. And
I think you deserve a normal
life....
(beat)
On the other hand the way you took
care of those demons last night was
incredible. You're an awesome
Slayer, Corrine. You could even
teach Vi a lot, and she's been
doing it for years.
CORRINE
But I owe Jon--
TYLER
(shaking his head)
Real or not, all Jon ever wanted
was for you to be happy. He'd have
stood by you no matter what you
chose.
(beat)
And I'll stand by you too.
She smiles warmly at him for a beat and then looks away,
pondering the decision before her.
CUT TO:
INT. FRANK'S DINER - LATER
Jamie sits across from Simon, a horrified look on his face.
JAMIE
Is that possible?!
SIMON
It's natural! Nature!
JAMIE
Why would anyone ever do that?
That's... ugh.
SIMON
It's how you were created, is what
it is.
(with a sly smile)
And as to the why--
JAMIE
That's-- no. It doesn't make sense.
Simon laughs.
SIMON
We all been where you are, kid.
It's the truth, whether you imagine
it or not. I remember when my dad
told me about it, I threw up for an
hour--
A contemplative look comes to Jamie's face
JAMIE
Simon?
SIMON
Yeah?
Jamie pauses, bites his bottom lip. How to say it?
JAMIE
I read these stories, I hear you
talk. Everyone's talking about
their dads.
(beat; sighs)
Where's my dad?
Simon's face falls. He reaches across the table and puts a
supportive hand on Jamie's hand as we:
CUT TO:
INT. FRANK'S DINER - COMMAND CENTRAL - DAY
Fletcher, unshaved and unwashed, sits in front of a computer,
pages of notes in front of him. He takes a drink of coffee
from a mug. Tamsin enters and stands over his shoulder.
TAMSIN
How's it going?
FLETCHER
It's... well.
TAMSIN
Well, what?
FLETCHER
I think I've figured out a way to
do this right. I mean, a way to fix
Jamie. Stabilize him.
TAMSIN
(excited)
Really?
FLETCHER
Yeah. But we're going to need help.
And...
He can't say it.
TAMSIN
What? What and?
FLETCHER
If we don't do this exactly,
exactly right...
(right to her face)
It will kill him.
Off Tamsin's horrified expression we:
BLACKOUT.
END OF ACT THREE
ACT FOUR
FADE IN:
INT. FRANK'S DINER - COMMAND CENTRAL
Fletcher, Vi, Tamsin, and Jamie have now been joined by Mike
and Frank. Frank looks stern but observant of the current
situation. Mike just looks pissed. They stand around the
sphere. Fletcher is in front of them, a professor in front of
his students.
FLETCHER
Okay, everybody, pay close
attention. This is important.
MIKE
(annoyed)
Seems something like this was
important enough to for us to have
heard about it yesterday.
FLETCHER
Pipe down, this is life-and-death
here.
(quickly, re: Jamie)
I mean, life and... another thing.
Pumpkins. Delicious, tasty
pumpkins.
Tamsin sighs impatiently.
FLETCHER (CONT'D)
Right, okay. As we all know, Jamie
is currently in a state of
dimensional, temporal, and physical
flux.
MIKE
What, now?
FLETCHER
(beat)
Mike, go play.
Mike frowns.
FLETCHER (CONT'D)
Anyway, the sphere, here, is a
conduit between dimensions and, in
some cases, time. And since it
clearly exists in the physical
world, we're three for three.
Tic-tac-toe. That's an American
phrase, isn't it?
Vi and Frank nod, amused.
TAMSIN
What does the Sphere have to do
with fixing Jamie, though?
FLETCHER
We can use the Sphere's power to
orient and fix Jamie's personal DTP
coordinates.
VI
(looking around)
None of us have any idea what that
means.
JAMIE
The sphere will make me all better.
FLETCHER
Well, yeah, but my way sounded a
lot cooler.
FRANK
What does he have to do to get this
magical cure?
FLETCHER
Simple.
(to Jamie)
You just have to touch it.
Jamie looks at the sphere innocently while the others,
realizing the sphere's deadly nature, exchange nervous
glances.
CUT TO:
INT. MACROWARE OFFICES - MAXWELL CANTON'S OFFICE - DAY
Maxwell Canton sits behind his desk, wearing reading glasses
as he checks over a report. Someone KNOCKS on the door.
MAXWELL
Yes.
Corrine enters.
MAXWELL (CONT'D)
Ah. Corrine. Do come in.
CORRINE
(formal)
Thank you.
MAXWELL
Was there something you wanted to
talk about?
CORRINE
Yes. Actually... it's very
important.
MAXWELL
(motioning)
Well, sit down and share.
She nods, sits. Nervously straightens her skirt. Canton looks
up for the first time, peers at her over his glasses.
MAXWELL (CONT'D)
I am busy, Corrine.
CORRINE
Right. It's about my job here.
MAXWELL
(annoyed)
All right.
CORRINE
In all honesty, my attention has
been...
(trailing off)
...divided...
Something's caught her eye.
CORRINE'S POV
She stares directly at Maxwell's tie clip. The centerpiece is
a GREEN JEWEL.
BACK TO SCENE
CORRINE (CONT'D)
Um...
She digs in her pocket, hiding her activities with the desk.
She looks down. In her hand is the green jewel she took from
the demon the previous night.
MAXWELL
(impatiently)
Yes?
Off Corrine's startled face we:
CUT TO:
INT. TYLER'S OFFICE - DAY
Tyler sits, doing work. CALLIE approaches, leaning against
his desk.
CALLIE
Good morning, lover!
Tyler looks up, startled.
TYLER
Oh! Callie! It's you.
CALLIE
(mock suspicion)
Yes. It is. How many other lovers
do you have, mister?
TYLER
Well, you know, it's so hard to
keep track. I have baby mommas all
over the world.
She punches him on the arm. He flinches.
CALLIE
You're a dick!
TYLER
You love me.
CALLIE
Well. Yeah.
She kisses his cheek.
CALLIE (CONT'D)
So how did your night with Corrine
go?
TYLER
I don't know. I think it helped.
She's meeting with Canton right
now. I think she might be
resigning.
Callie and Tyler share a look as we:
CUT TO:
INT. MACROWARE OFFICES - MAXWELL CANTON'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
As before. Corrine looks from Canton to the jewel in her
hand.
CORRINE
I'm sorry, Max, but I have to ask
you a question.
MAXWELL
(snapping)
What? What is it?
CORRINE
(coolly)
Are you a demon?
Canton sighs and gently places his pen down on the desk. Then
he removes his glasses, tucking them into his shirt pocket.
MAXWELL
Yes. Yes, Corrine, I am. As are
several other members of the board.
CORRINE
The funny thing is, I'm not
surprised at all.
MAXWELL
Your blasé attitude towards this
revelation is striking, I will
confess.
CORRINE
That's because I kill bastards like
you for a living. It's how I got
this.
She tosses the jewel onto the desk. Canton looks down at it,
then back up at her.
MAXWELL
(amazed)
You killed Howard?
CORRINE
Howard? Cortez? Damn. I liked him.
Well, I didn't know it was him at
the time.
MAXWELL
(beat; realizing)
Ah. He was in his Tulac form.
CORRINE
Giant green gorillas.
MAXWELL
How alliterative. Pardon me for
asking, but how did you manage to
kill him?
Corrine flexes her fingers.
CORRINE
Every heard of a Slayer?
MAXWELL
(with a smirk)
Ah. Of course.
(business)
So, is this the part where we have
a trite fight scene?
CORRINE
That is my typical workday
schedule.
He stands up, loosening his tie.
MAXWELL
Excellent.
He gives Corrine a cool smile as we:
CUT TO:
INT. FRANK'S DINER - COMMAND CENTRAL - DAY
Mike, Jamie, and Fletcher stand very close to the Sphere.
Fletcher lectures the others.
FLETCHER
Alright, here's what we do. We're
going to use Mike like a surge
protector. We'll plug Jamie into
him--
MIKE
He's a little young for me, but
give him a few years and maybe--
Tamsin's warning glare keeps Mike from finishing his line.
Simon also eyes Mike sternly as he continues. He grabs one of
Jamie's hands and one of Mike's hands, and locks them
together.
FLETCHER
--and then we'll plug Mike into the
Sphere. Mike, you can use the
Sphere's power, redirect it into
Jamie, which will, theoretically,
fix him.
TAMSIN
Theoretically?
FLETCHER
Well, love, it's not like I've ever
experimented with a child halfway
from another dimension, a
homosexual warlock, and a magical
reality warping orb of power.
(beat)
I didn't have access to those types
of materials at uni.
FRANK
Can we just get on with this?
FLETCHER
(sarcastically)
Thank you for your help.
(to Mike)
Any time you like.
Mike sighs, looks at Jamie.
MIKE
You ready, kid?
JAMIE
(scared)
I guess.
Mike spreads his free hand gingerly, reaching out. It SINKS
INTO the Sphere, and the white energy that accompanies Sphere
activity FLARES UP.
MIKE
Might wanna shut your eyes, people.
This is gonna get bright and loud.
He digs DEEPER into the Sphere, and the lights FLARE UP,
FILLING THE SCREEN AS WE:
CUT TO:
INT. MACROWARE OFFICES - CANTON'S OFFICE - DAY
Mid-fight. Corrine THROWS Canton through his own desk. He
ROLLS BACK with surprising speed and stands up, dusting
himself off.
CORRINE
Done yet?
MAXWELL
You are very talkative.
CORRINE
It's kind of a Slayer thing. We
fight, we banter.
He LUNGES FORWARD, tackling Corrine. He elbows her in the
head, but it does absolutely nothing to her. She squirts out
from under him and KNEES him. But he catches her leg,
SWEEPING her into a chair. Then he drags her upright, arm
behind her back, trapped. Canton SLAMS her into the large
glass picture window.
CORRINE (CONT'D)
Nice view.
MAXWELL
I have told you already...
He grabs the back of her head and SLAMS it into the glass.
MAXWELL (CONT'D)
That your sarcasm...
He does it AGAIN.
MAXWELL (CONT'D)
Will not...
And one final time, causing the glass to CRACK.
MAXWELL (CONT'D)
Be tolerated!
Just as he pulls her back for another, a STAPLER hits him in
the back of the head. He loses his concentration and turns.
Standing in the doorway are Tyler and Callie, armed with
office supplies.
TYLER
Well well well. Looks like we got
here just in the nick of time.
(to Callie)
What does that make us?
CALLIE
Big damn heroes.
TYLER
Ain't we just.
(whispers)
I love you so damn much.
Canton drops Corrine, who slumps to the ground.
MAXWELL
Insipid paper-pushers!
He advances on them slowly, and the couple chuck staplers,
pencil cups, a snow globe, keyboards, whatever they have,
right at him. Everything just bounces off.
TYLER
We didn't think this through.
CALLIE
When do we ever?
But before they can be torn apart:
CORRINE (O.S.)
Hey. Canton!
She appears behind Canton, clasping her hands around his
head.
CORRINE (CONT'D)
Consider this my resignation!
And she SNAPS HIS NECK.
Tyler and Callie blink.
CALLIE
Dude.
TYLER
That was awesome.
Corrine smiles.
CORRINE
Yeah. It was.
Off her beaming face we:
CUT TO:
INT. FRANK'S DINER - COMMAND CENTRAL - DAY
Everyone sits around a computer, crowding Fletcher. Jamie
sits separate, still a teenager, hooked up to the same wires
as he was not fifteen hours and fifteen years before.
TAMSIN
How is he?
FLETCHER
Well, according to this...he's
fine.
TAMSIN
Fine?
FLETCHER
Perfectly, completely fine. Not
aging any more-- well, aging at the
normal rate. He'll probably outlive
us all. Assuming he isn't eaten by
a dragon.
JAMIE
Uh... is there a significant
possibility of that happening?
Frank LAUGHS. He starts pulling wires off Jamie.
FRANK
Come with me. We'll get something
to eat, I'll explain everything you
need to know about life.
JAMIE
I... I think Uncle Simon did that
already.
FRANK
Eww! Eww. No. Different things.
Hey, Vi, you want to play the
monsters?
Vi follows them OUT, excited.
VI
I'll do my scary voice.
Mike hears this and chases after them.
MIKE
No, no, no. Your scary voice is
terrible. I have to show you how to
do it right.
And then, Tamsin and Fletcher are alone. Fletcher stands,
cleaning up the work station.
TAMSIN
So, he's really healed?
FLETCHER
Yep. All better. That Sphere is
pretty juiced, isn't it?
But Tamsin doesn't want to talk about the Sphere.
TAMSIN
You figured it out.
She stands up, and he turns to her.
FLETCHER
(shrugs)
You needed my help.
Tamsin smiles at him, warm and happy.
FLETCHER (CONT'D)
What?
Instead of answering, she leans in and KISSES HIS CHEEK
softly.
With a smile, she turns and leaves.
FLETCHER (CONT'D)
(stunned)
Sweet.
"The Swimming Song" by Loudon Wainright III plays asw we:
CUT TO:
INT. FRANK'S DINER - DAY
The entire gang is gathered in the diner. Tyler, Callie, and
Corrine enter.
FRANK
Hey, guys!
TYLER
Hey, Frank! Get out the good beers!
Let's celebrate!
FRANK
Vi, go get the booze.
VI
Work, work, work.
Vi bounces to the back.
FRANK
What're we celebrating?
CALLIE
Corrine's unemployed now!
FRANK
Oh.
(beat)
Good?
The three join the others at the bar.
CORRINE
Good. It's been kind of a weird
day.
MIKE
You don't have to tell us.
CORRINE
But everything's better now. I'm
sorry for being such a bitch to you
guys lately.
Vi comes out, a tray of beers in her hand. And a soda for
Jamie.
VI
Don't worry about it, we'll pretend
you've been on your period for the
past six months.
JAMIE
What's a period?
Fletcher LAUGHS and ruffles Jamie's hair.
TAMSIN
Guess Simon missed that part. I'll
tell you later, sweetheart.
Everyone drinks, happy and content. For once, everybody wins.
Then:
TYLER
Wait a minute. Who's the kid?
On his questioning face we:
BLACKOUT.
END OF EPISODE
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