2x05
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EXT. HEAVEN'S GATE ARCADE - CONTINUOUS
As Beau exits the arcade, his cell phone rings. He stops, looks
at the phone's display, and sighs. He puts the phone to his ear.
BEAU
(into phone)
I'm on my way now, mom!
(beat)
Yes, I'll be careful.
Beau hangs up his phone and stuffs it into his pocket. He turns
to continue on his way and SLAMS right into someone.
BEAU (CONT'D)
Sorry, I--
Beau looks up to finds himself looking straight at HESTER. She
smiles coldly at him as we:
CUT TO BLACK.
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
EXT. HEAVEN'S GATE ARCADE - SAME TIME
Same setup as before.
Hester moves closer to Beau, reaching out a hand toward the lad.
Silas grabs her tightly by the arm, turning her away from the
boy. She attempts to resist his grasp on her.
SILAS
(to Beau)
No harm done.
Beau eyes the two suspiciously as he turns and walks quickly
away.
BEAU
(under his breath)
Freaks.
Zach comes from out of the nearby shadows as Hester wriggles
free from Silas' grasp, an annoyed expression plastered across
her features.
HESTER
What was that? Are we vegetarian now?
SILAS
That wasn't the same child.
HESTER
So?
SILAS
We don't have time for a snack. The
hunt for the shard takes precedence.
Sulkily, Hester turns away, folding her arms.
HESTER
Work, work, work. That's all it is
now. Where's the fun gone?
Zach drapes his arm across Silas' shoulder and aims his baby
blue eyes at Hester.
ZACHARIAH
He is right, though, Hessie.
Silas gives a surprised smile.
ZACHARIAH (CONT'D)
Once we've got what we need, we can
party 24/7.
HESTER
There's just so much waiting around,
though. I want some action. This is
boring!
SILAS
Good things come to those who wait.
Zach massages Silas' shoulders gently, musing.
ZACHARIAH
Dammit. I fancy a Guinness now.
Silas looks back toward the arcade's window. The amusement fades
from his face.
SILAS
Where are they?
ZACHARIAH
What?
Zach's hands instantly disappear from Silas' shoulders as he
moves to the arcade window, quickly scanning the crowd.
ZACHARIAH (CONT'D)
Bloody hell. The sneaky buggers. They
must have legged it when we weren't
looking.
SILAS
(sarcastic)
Wonderful.
ZACHARIAH
Never mind.
He pulls the mini-orb out of his jacket pocket, and begins
caressing it.
It GLOWS brightly, causing Zach to smile widely.
ZACHARIAH (CONT'D)
T'riffic.
He points in a very vague direction away from the arcade.
ZACHARIAH (CONT'D)
They went that way.
SILAS
You really are quite the psychic.
Zach looks back at him, confused, not really getting the
sarcasm.
SILAS (CONT'D)
Never mind.
He heads off away from the arcade, the others stepping into line
behind.
CUT TO:
INT. DEVIL'S WATER BAR - NIGHT
The usual atmosphere greets us as we enter Simon's establishment
- a dark, moody, smoky air.
PUSH THROUGH the bar - crammed full with its usual clientele.
A few vampires have a play-fight at the entrance, whilst some
spiny green demons gulp down their drinks. One vamp, in vamp
face, drinks down a glass of blood. Or it might be tomato juice
if the celery stick is any indication.
One woman, with long, flowing dark hair, sits at a barstool. Her
skin is deathly pale, but punctuated by pulsating black veins.
As she speaks quietly in a FOREIGN TONGUE, a bottle of Smirnoff
pulls itself away from the bar.
It settles down in front of her, pops its cap, and begins
pouring a measure into a waiting glass.
The woman takes the glass and downs the drink with satisfaction.
FOCUS ON a disembodied hand, tapping time behind the bar. Behind
it, a freshly painted sign reads:
PLEASE DON'T ASK FOR CREDIT AS A DISEMBODIED HAND SMASHING YOUR
HEAD AGAINST THE BAR OFTEN OFFENDS.
Next to the hand, the cash register gleams.
HAROLD walks through carrying a tray of empty glasses. He trips,
dropping the glasses to the floor with a shattering noise. He
sighs as the surrounding patrons laugh.
At the end of the bar, looking wildly out of place, Fletcher,
Tamsin and Vi are sitting nervously.
TAMSIN
Dammit. I was sure he'd be here.
VI
Perhaps he's not as irresponsible as
you thought.
TAMSIN
Oh, he is. They just must be doing
something else first.
Fletcher's looking around the bar, admiring the decor,
apparently.
FLETCHER
This place reminds me of my old
watering hole back in Brisbane.
(beat)
'Cept not as rough.
Tamsin suddenly CLICKS her fingers. Eureka.
TAMSIN
Of course! He's the owner, isn't he!
He probably just pops in occasionally
to collect the earnings.
FLETCHER
You mean he doesn't bartend?
A derogatory puff of the cheeks from Tamsin.
TAMSIN
Seriously? Can you see Simon pulling
pints? Only thing he can pull is
women.
FLETCHER
(doubtful)
Bit rough around the edges, ain't he?
TAMSIN
You should see the birds he pulls. Not
exactly top shelf.
A solemn nod from both girls to this.
Vi suddenly claps her hand to her mouth.
VI
Oh! Crap!
TAMSIN
What? The bar? Old news.
VI
No! I've got a date with Rick! Like,
now!
She quickly pulls her phone out.
VI (CONT'D)
Should I cancel?
Tamsin taps her on the hand.
TAMSIN
No. It's fine. You go.
(beat)
All this is probably just a storm in a
teacup, anyway.
VI
Great!
She excitedly gets up to go. Fletcher eyes her curiously.
FLETCHER
You seem even more chipper than usual.
Big plans?
VI
New Moon! Cullen-watch!
A dreamy look crosses the Slayer's face.
TAMSIN
(whispering)
You're a vampire Slayer, Vi.
Vi shrugs.
VI
So? He's fictional...
TAMSIN
Doesn't matter. Watcher-training. Why
I won't watch Blade. Conflicted
feelings. I see Wesley Snipes
shirtless and I go all...
Tamsin drifts off as she fans herself for a beat. She somes back
to herself.
TAMSIN (CONT'D)
Right. Point is, you're a Slayer, not
a layer.
VI
Tell that to Buf... never mind.
She turns around, ready to leave.
VI (CONT'D)
Oh, and, y'know, good luck finding
Jamie.
She departs, leaving the other two looking after her in pity and
confusion.
TAMSIN
And to think, she does it all without
steroids.
FLETCHER
Slayer blood. Better than anything.
Off Tamsin's raised eyebrow:
FLETCHER (CONT'D)
So I'm told.
Tamsin looks over at him, dropping her pretense of nonchalance.
TAMSIN
Where is he, Fletch? I'm scared.
Fletcher reaches out his hand places it over Tamsin's.
FLETCHER
Don't worry. I'm sure--
He's cut off by a barman, who leans in, collecting their drinks.
It's Harold. He leans in closer, into the couple's personal
space, and gives Fletcher an odd look causing the man to retract
his hand from Tamsin's.
HAROLD
(sniffing)
You smell funny...
And with that, he moves on, leaving the two humans staring after
him, bewildered. Fletcher gives a nervous chuckle.
FLETCHER
That's the pot calling the kettle
black.
(beat)
I'm definitely changing my aftershave
tomorrow.
TAMSIN
You were saying?
Fletcher looks into the middle-distance, retrieving his lost
conversational thread.
FLETCHER
Oh yeah. What I was gonna say was,
Simon's a tough old nut. Say what you
like about him, he'll look after the
kid when push comes to shove.
(beat)
He wouldn't jeopardize your son's
life, Tamsin.
(beat)
He might have a funny way of showing
it, but he does care.
Tamsin smiles gratefully, now placing her hand on top of
Fletcher's. They exchange a soft smile as we:
CUT TO:
EXT. CHUCKIE'S RESTAURANT - NIGHT
Or what's left of the restaurant after the destruction in 2x03.
Dust and rubble predominates - the place has been gutted.
Simon and Jamie appear around the corner, walking in the
direction of the restaurant.
SIMON
So, yeah, remind me to take you on a
road-trip to Vegas sometime. The
slots... ahem...games there are
terrific.
He comes to a sudden halt upon seeing the restaurant and the
sign.
SIMON (CONT'D)
Wonder-bloody-ful.
By way of explanation for Jamie, he jerks a thumb at the
structure.
SIMON (CONT'D)
This place used to serve good food.
Well, food.
He looks between Jamie and the building, remembering something.
SIMON (CONT'D)
Then again. You were born here. Sight
of afterbirth hitting a plate of
spaghetti- that'll put you off, you
know?
He checks his watch.
SIMON (CONT'D)
Tell you what, let's pop off for a
quick BK.
JAMIE
Mom says the nutritional value of
their food--
SIMON
"Nutritional value"? What sort of
bollocks is that?
Simon reaches over and gives his nephew's stomach a quick slap.
SIMON (CONT'D)
Come on, mate, let's get some meat on
them bones.
He strides away, followed by a very reluctant Jamie.
Who is turn followed by three very familiar black-clad figures.
CUT TO:
INT. DEVIL'S WATER BAR - LATER
The place has quietened down a little as the patrons have
thinned out, for whatever reason.
Fletcher and Tamsin are still as they were, however.
Tamsin takes a deep pull of a lager. She savors the taste.
TAMSIN
God, I haven't had a good beer in so
long.
FLETCHER
Or a shave.
He indicates her lip. She has a rather impressive foam
moustache.
FLETCHER (CONT'D)
I can lick it off for you, if you
like...
He shuffles forward, tongue protruding out.
Laughing, she slaps him playfully away.
TAMSIN
Get off!
Her expression quickly turns serious as she wipes away the foam
with a napkin.
TAMSIN (CONT'D)
Thing is, though, two weeks ago, I
couldn't have a drink.
She puts the napkin down and looks almost pleadingly at
Fletcher.
TAMSIN (CONT'D)
What sort of mother am I? No-one in
their right mind would leave a two
week old child to go out on the town!
Particularly not with an irresponsible
idiot like Simon!
(beat)
And what am I doing about it? Having a
bleeding pint!
Fletcher shushes her in a feeble attempt to calm her down.
FLETCHER
Listen. Jamie isn't a baby, Tamsin.
Whatever happened to him has changed
him. He's a teenager. This is par for
the course. I remember when I was a
lad--
TAMSIN
I don't care about your stupid
anecdotes! My baby's somewhere and I
have no idea what he's doing!
FLETCHER
(firmly)
He's not a baby, Tamsin!
TAMSIN
Tell my body that!
(beat)
I'm lactating like crazy! Take a look
at my boobs!
She hefts them into view. Fletcher certainly doesn't need to be
told twice. He gapes in awe.
FLETCHER
Well, I'm sure there's something I
could--
TAMSIN
Don't even think about finishing that
sentence!
Fletcher grins lasciviously.
FLETCHER
I was only going to say--
TAMSIN
A ba!
She cuts him off.
FLETCHER
Never mind. Think of the bright side
of this whole aging thing, though. No
more diapers.
Tamsin nods, anger sated.
TAMSIN
'Tis very true.
PAN ACROSS to the door, where Simon and Jamie enter.
Simon taps Jamie on the shoulders, steering him towards an empty
table.
SIMON
Right. You just stay there, I'll be
back in a tick.
He starts to move towards the bar, but then turns back.
SIMON (CONT'D)
And don't tell your mum we stopped off
here. She'd go ape.
Jamie nods.
Simon leaps over the bar, and opens the cash register.
TAMSIN
SIMON TRAVERS! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU
DOING!
He looks up, deer in headlights.
Tamsin's stood up, hands on her hips, giving him a death-ray
stare.
SIMON
Bugger.
CUT TO:
EXT. DEVIL'S WATER BAR - SAME TIME
Crouched outside the bar are the three vamps.
Zach's holding out his Orb - and it's GLOWING furiously.
Struggling to contain his excitement, Zach pulls himself up to
his full height.
ZACHARIAH
It's in there. I'm certain of it.
SILAS
Are you sure?
ZACHARIAH
Please! I'm never wrong.
Silas is about to say something else, so:
ZACHARIAH (CONT'D)
Almost. Almost never.
(beat)
But not in this case. It's so close, I
can almost hear it.
HESTER
So?
Zach unleashes his trademark toothy grin.
ZACHARIAH
Showtime.
FADE TO BLACK.
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
EXT. DEVIL'S WATER BAR - SAME TIME
Same setup as before.
Zach holds out the Orb, and begins chanting. His eyes glaze
over, the sphere clouds - the same as what happened in 2x03.
Then--
A SHOWER OF SPARKS flies off the Orb, causing Zach to drop it.
Silas leaps into action, catching the Orb before it hits the
ground.
He stands back up, smirking at Zach who is shaking his hand
tenderly.
SILAS
Trouble?
ZACHARIAH
Those damn Calleara. They've only gone
on bloody strike!
SILAS
Union squabbles? Probably shouldn't
have killed that one so quickly last
time.
ZACHARIAH
It was a leader's decision. Had to be
made.
Silas has pushed himself in quite close to Zach now, face to
face.
SILAS
And that's another thing. Who exactly
made you leader of our merry band?
ZACHARIAH
Well, it's the way it was in the
beginning.
SILAS
(smirking)
Look where that got us.
ZACHARIAH
And I am the man with the plan, aren't
I?
He takes the Orb back off Silas with a frustrated gesture.
Then he flashes that devious grin again.
He starts striding towards the bar entrance.
ZACHARIAH (CONT'D)
Or in this case, a back-up plan.
SILAS
What devious method is it this time?
ZACHARIAH
Nothing special. Just the usual.
Mayhem, panic and disorder.
Hester pushes past the two men, eager now.
HESTER
Now that's more like it!
They open the door, and are about to step in when Zach turns
away in disgust.
ZACHARIAH
Bollocks!
Hester's immediately onto him, arms around him.
HESTER
What's wrong, love?
This hasn't gone unnoticed by Silas, who separates them.
SILAS
The Watcher woman?
ZACHARIAH
Yeah. And she's lost a ton of weight
since we last saw her.
SILAS
She was with child. Obviously, she's
given birth.
ZACHARIAH
Which means she's back to full
fitness.
He turns around, craning his neck to peer back into the bar.
ZACHARIAH (CONT'D)
And who's that other bloke? The one
she's with?
The other two crowd around, trying to get a glimpse of Fletcher.
SILAS
No idea. He was with her before.
HESTER
He's a doll.
SILAS
He's a human.
HESTER
So?
Zach's tapping his finger against his lip - he's formulating
another plan.
ZACHARIAH
Right. So she knows you two, yeah?
SILAS
Definitely.
HESTER
Unfortunately.
ZACHARIAH
(with a cool smile)
Well... she doesn't know me.
(beat)
Wait here.
Without stopping to see if he's got the others' approval, he
strides straight into the bar.
CUT TO:
INT. DEVIL'S WATER BAR - CONTINUOUS
Where we see Tamsin grabbing a squirming Simon by the shirt.
She SLAMS him against a wall.
His framed licence dislodges and falls to the ground.
TAMSIN
What the hell do you think you're
playing at?
SIMON
Just let me--
She applies more pressure, a very dangerous glint in her eye.
TAMSIN
Was it not enough that you stole him
away without a note, a word, or a by
your leave and took him gallivanting
around the town? Not enough?
Simon squirms under Tamsin's withering gaze, but it's not for
weakening - in fact, it's getting stronger.
TAMSIN (CONT'D)
No! You had to bring him to a bar! And
not just any bar - but the sleaziest,
dirtiest, grimiest hole around!
(beat)
What's next? You taking him to a strip
club?
SIMON
(gasping)
It's my bar. I have to collect my
earnings.
Tamsin relinquishes her grip, but reaches into Simon's jeans
pocket, pulling out a crumpled note.
TAMSIN
Ten dollars? Is that it? Wouldn't pay
for half a lapdance with that.
SIMON
(muttering)
Depends on the girl.
He finally frees himself from Tamsin's grip, and shuffles to one
side, keeping a watchful eye on his sister.
SIMON (CONT'D)
You wanna know why I took him out?
He nods quickly in Jamie' direction.
SIMON (CONT'D)
Have you seen how pale he is? He's
barely been outdoors since he was
born!
TAMSIN
He's half British! We're all that
pale!
SIMON
Y'know what I mean. You molly-coddle
him, Tams. He needs to get out there,
see the world for what it is!
Tamsin looks back at him, hands on hips, not entirely following
Simon's thread.
TAMSIN
So that's what it is? You've read "The
Good Parenting Guide" and think I'm
going wrong?
(beat)
Still doesn't explain why you didn't
ask me!
SIMON
Because you wouldn't have let me! And
if by some bleedin' miracle you had,
you'd have made him wear like six
scarves or a huge woolly jumper or
summat.
TAMSIN
It's for his own good!
SIMON
No, it isn't.
(beat)
Listen. There's a thrill you get when
you're playing outside the rules. A
high, if you like. I've been getting
off on it for years. And it's
something he needs to learn, and learn
fast.
Tamsin takes another aggressive step forwards in anger but Simon
quickly side-steps.
TAMSIN
So that's what it is? You want to turn
my son into your Mini-Me?
SIMON
Nah - I just want him to become a bit
more wise to the world.
He pauses, biting his lip. He's unsure whether to say what's
coming next.
SIMON (CONT'D)
Y'know when I first saw him tonight,
he was a fair way towards killing
himself?
Tamsin's mouth drops open in pure shock.
TAMSIN
WHAT?
SIMON
Yeah, your overprotectiveness almost
went too far.
(beat)
He's way too naive at the minute,
Tams. And there's a lot of people in
this world who'll screw him over
badly.
(beat)
I did this for his own good.
He cocks his head in Jamie' direction.
SIMON (CONT'D)
Who does he remind you of?
Tamsin shakes her head, tears beginning to creep into her eyes.
TAMSIN
Don't.
SIMON
(firmly)
Who does he remind you of?
(beat)
We both know.
TAMSIN
No.
SIMON
Yeah. Sitting in the corner, head
buried in books, stunning mind, but a
total pushover.
TAMSIN
Don't talk about--
SIMON
It's true!
TAMSIN
Lon was one of the strongest--
SIMON
Eventually. After all them years of
hurt. But whenever it got too much, he
had me and you to help him out.
He casts another long look at young Jamie, who holds his gaze
without blinking or comprehending.
SIMON (CONT'D)
Who's he got?
He reaches out with a sympathetic arm, trying to apologize in
body-language to Tamsin.
Tamsin furrows her brow, still shaking visibly. Tamsin turns,
looking away in an attempt to avoid Simon's line of questioning.
She makes eye-contact with Fletcher, still sitting at the end of
the bar.
The intention is clear.
With barely an acknowledgement to Simon, Tamsin sweeps away and
moves back towards the Australian Watcher.
Simon shrugs and walks over to where Jamie is sitting.
Watching all these events from a close distance is Zach.
He takes the opportunity to smoothly walk up to the bar.
Tamsin's lying against the bar, head down, buried in her arms.
TAMSIN
You were very noticeable in your
absence.
FLETCHER
Second rule of growing up in
Australia: don't get involved in a
domestic.
She sits up, smiling a little.
TAMSIN
And the first?
FLETCHER
You'd better be bloody good at sports.
TAMSIN
Tell me again, who won the Ashes?
FLETCHER
Shut up.
Tamsin smirks softly, enjoying her little victory. But then she
looks back over at her son.
TAMSIN
Thing is, most of what Simon said made
sense.
She looks directly at Fletcher.
TAMSIN (CONT'D)
Am I a bad mother?
Fletcher shuffles uncomfortably.
FLETCHER
That's one of those trick questions,
isn't it? Like "have you stopped
beating your wife"?
TAMSIN
Your answer?
FLETCHER
I'm off to the bathroom.
He gets up, causing Tamsin to tut in annoyance. She's about to
head over to Jamie and Simon, when:
ZACHARIAH
You're going already, pretty lady?
Tamsin turns in surprise to see Zach, flirtatious expression on
his face and in his demeanor.
TAMSIN
I was thinking of doing.
ZACHARIAH
Shame. Be fun having another Brit to
talk to.
TAMSIN
You're Cockney?
ZACHARIAH
Essex, technically. Still, better than
Yankee town, innit?
TAMSIN
Yes. Okay.
She tries to move away again.
ZACHARIAH
Can I buy you a drink?
TAMSIN
Sorry. I'm not looking for--
ZACHARIAH
Oh. Right. That Aussie bloke your
boyfriend?
Tamsin's a little uncomfortable with that - she doesn't really
know the answer herself.
TAMSIN
Not really. As such. He's a colleague.
We work together.
ZACHARIAH
Oh.
TAMSIN
Sorry. Really lovely to chat, but I've
got to be off.
ZACHARIAH
All right, love. See you again
sometime.
TAMSIN
Maybe.
And with that, she turns away, not realizing the full extent of
the conversation.
Zach quickly looks at the door and NODS fast.
The door BURSTS open, and Silas and Hester march in, game-faces
on.
They're each brandishing a gun, which they proceed to FIRE
randomly all over the bar.
Bullets and RICOCHETS fly everywhere.
Glasses SHATTER, demons SQUEAL, there's mass panic.
The patrons SURGE to the back of the bar, all clustering against
the wall in terror.
Silas and Hester continue to march forwards.
SILAS
Who is the owner of this
establishment?
Everyone looks at Simon, who smiles nervously.
SIMON
Me. But I don't take much turnover.
SILAS
We are not interested in a mere
robbery.
SIMON
Shame.
SILAS
You possess an item of great
importance to us. We'd like to know
where it is.
SIMON
Thought you weren't into robbery?
A frustrated Silas cocks his gun, pointing it directly at Simon.
SIMON (CONT'D)
(timidly)
What are you after exactly?
SILAS
A shard. Colored glass, should be
worthless to you.
Simon throws a quick unnoticeable glance behind the bar. Zach,
standing apart from the action, registers this, and quietly
heads in that direction.
Simon, meanwhile turns full on back to Silas.
SIMON
If I had it, why would I tell you?
Hester cocks and points her gun by way of explanation.
SIMON (CONT'D)
So if I don't tell you, you're gonna
shoot me? Not much of a threat, that.
SILAS
He's right, love. We need him alive.
He slowly turns and points the gun at Tamsin.
SILAS (CONT'D)
But she isn't necessary. And it would
bring me untold amounts of pleasure to
kill her.
TAMSIN
Sure it would.
Zach's found his way over to the bar by now.
Harold is standing at a beer-pump, clutching hold of it for dear
life, shaking in fear.
Quietly, Zach KARATE-CHOPS him.
As Harold slumps down, Zach leaps up and over the bar, dropping
down the other side.
Silas closes his finger around the trigger.
Tamsin closes her eyes in anticipation.
One last smirk from Silas. Then-
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