INT. FRANK'S DINER - NIGHT
The sun has finally set. Frank, Vi, and Fletcher stand in the
diner as Fletcher scans the whole room.
FRANK
Getting anything?
FLETCHER
Nothing over here...
He pace across the diner to the booths against the window.
The scanner goes wild, BEEPING and LIGHTING UP.
FLETCHER (CONT'D)
Whoa-ho!
VI
What?
FLETCHER
A huge concentration of particles.
FRANK
What kind?
FLETCHER
Well, I'm not sure...
He twists some of the dials.
FLETCHER (CONT'D)
Sprite particles.
VI
(frowning)
That lady customer spilled her
drink. I thought I cleaned it all--
FLETCHER
Not the soft drink. The pixie
thing.
FRANK
Wait a minute, sprite?
FLETCHER
Yeah.
(off Frank's look:)
Why?
FRANK
(concentrating)
I think there was a... hang on.
Frank takes his cell phone out of his pocket and dials a
speed-dial number.
FRANK (CONT'D)
Hey! Billie! It's Frank. Look,
there's something I need to ask
you.
Vi and Fletcher smile at each other.
FLETCHER
Billie.
VI
Speed dial.
Frank rolls his eyes at the pair.
FRANK
Remember that Ekemu clan we tackled
few years back?
(beat)
Yeah, where was that?
He grabs a notepad off the counter and scribbles down the
location.
FRANK (CONT'D)
Thanks. Thanks a lot, Bill. All
right. See you in a few days. Bye.
He hangs up. Vi and Fletcher grin at him.
FRANK (CONT'D)
What?
CUT TO:
INT. FRANK'S DINER - COMMAND CENTRAL - NIGHT
Fletcher sits at a computer in the command center, Vi and
Frank behind him.
FLETCHER
Yep. That forest you and Billie
fought the pixie in? It's been
bulldozed recently. They're
building some sort of shopping
center over it.
FRANK
So they might have broken the
bottle.
Fletcher nods and turns in his chair.
FLETCHER
Apparently, sprites are vengeful
little creatures. Not the cute
faeries of children's stories.
FRANK
Tell me about it.
FLETCHER
If this sprite's out, it would
definitely come after you. Do you
have another fairy bottle?
FRANK
I don't exactly keep 'em handy.
FLETCHER
(sighs)
I'll make one. Shouldn't take long.
FRANK
All right. I'm going to go lock up.
Frank exits.
CUT TO:
EXT. HEAVEN'S GATE STREET - CONTINUOUS
Brynn and Jamie walk side by side on the sidewalk.
BRYNN
I had fun tonight.
JAMIE
Me too. You'll have to excuse Beau.
He acts weird around girls.
BRYNN
You don't?
JAMIE
(shrugging)
I act weird around everyone.
BRYNN
I don't think you're weird.
Jamie gives an embarrassed smile.
BRYNN (CONT'D)
I think you're...
The two stop walking. Brynn reaches up and softly touches the
side of Jamie's face.
BRYNN (CONT'D)
...fascinating.
Jamie is now clearly uncomfortable.
JAMIE
I... uh... better get home.
Brynn smiles as Jamie quickly departs.
BRYNN
I'll see you later, Jamie Sinclair.
Watching Jamie leave, her smile fade to a look of curiosity
as we:
FADE TO:
INT. FRANK'S DINER - MOMENTS LATER
Frank comes in from the kitchen. Someone is KNOCKING at the
door. Frank gives a curious look and crosses over to the
door. Standing outside is Brynn. He unlocks the door and
opens it.
FRANK
Hey, kid. Uh, Jamie went home. I
can give you the address if you
want.
BRYNN
No, that's fine. I'm not here for
him.
FRANK
I'm sorry?
A BLINDING GOLDEN FLASH. Where Brynn stood, now floats PRAXX
the sprite, tiny and gold and evil.
PRAXX
(garbled)
I'm here for you!
And she FLIES INTO THE CAMERA, forcing a
WHITEOUT.
END OF ACT THREE
ACT FOUR
FADE IN:
INT. FRANK'S DINER - NIGHT
As before. Praxx FLIES INTO the diner. Frank DIVES away. With
a SCREECH, Praxx raises her arms. All the glass windows in
the diner IMPLODE INWARDS, tiny blades giving Frank shallow
cuts.
He scrambles to his feet and vaults over the counter.
Fumbling for a weapon, he grabs a fork and lobs it out like a
grenade.
It misses.
Praxx continues to zip around the diner, tiny and unhittable.
Fletcher and Vi burst out from the kitchen.
FLETCHER
What the hell is going on!?
FRANK
(irrational)
Little girl! Sprite! Evil! Broke
windows! Jamie's fault!
A NAPKIN DISPENSER hurtles across the diner, smashing just
above Vi's head. Both Fletcher and Vi instantly dive for
cover beside Frank.
FLETCHER
That's a sprite?
FRANK
Yeah-huh.
VI
It's a little girl!
FRANK
It's a monster from beyond Hell
itself. She destroyed my diner!
It's quiet now.
FLETCHER
What's...
He slowly rises up, peeking over the counter. Instantly he
DUCKS BACK DOWN as a SHARD OF GLASS about a foot long stabs
into the wall behind him.
Frank, Vi, and Fletcher gulp as one. They immediately
scramble to the floor and crawl towards the door to the
kitchen.
CUT TO:
INT. FRANK'S DINER - KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
The trio arm themselves with pots and pans.
FRANK
Fletcher, go back to Command and
finish that fairy bottle. Me and Vi
can hold it off.
VI
We can?
Fletcher doesn't stop to find out -- he's gone, disappeared
into the caves.
VI (CONT'D)
How are we going to stop it? Her?
FRANK
Hell if I know. I'm just gonna
stall for time. Now, look. She's
after me. So if it gets too rough,
you take off.
VI
Frank, I'm not --
FRANK
(commander:)
That was an order! You understand,
soldier?
Vi nods sadly.
FRANK (CONT'D)
Good.
He CLANGS his pots together.
FRANK (CONT'D)
Now let's kick some fairy ass.
(beat)
That didn't sound do "hate crime"
in my head.
As if on cue, the door to the kitchen BLOWS INWARD. Praxx
hovers in the doorway, a host of small cutlery and
projectiles hovering with her, like a squadron of fighter
planes.
PRAXX
Fraaaaank...
VI
She knows your name.
FRANK
How cute.
The cutlery goes FLYING towards them. Frank guards his face
with one pot, smacking other projectiles out of the air with
the other.
FRANK (CONT'D)
(shouting)
I'm really sorry I trapped you in a
bottle for a decade. Really!
A fork bounces off Frank's face.
Vi starts sneaking around Frank, hoping that Praxx will
continue to focus on him. Frank takes a step back, and Praxx
floats forward, keeping pace. More of her flying objects slam
into Frank. They don't do too much damage, but eventually, he
knows, a piece of glass will catch him just right.
FRANK (CONT'D)
Can we talk this out? Turn back
into a fifteen year old girl and
I'll give you some milk and cookies
and you don't have to murder me and
destroy my diner. Huh?
He smiles. A HUGE PIECE OF GLASS nearly hits him in the face,
but he ducks just in time.
FRANK (CONT'D)
I've had more polite customers.
VI
Gotcha!
Praxx turns, but it's too late, and Vi brings a LARGE POT
down over Praxx, following through all the way to the floor.
The sprite is trapped inside the pot, which is upside down on
the ground. Vi and Frank quickly stack any debris they can
find on top of the pot to cover it, weighing it down.
Praxx's SCREAMS can be heard from inside, tinny and quiet.
FRANK
Good work.
VI
Thanks.
CUT TO:
EXT. FRANK'S DINER - MOMENTS LATER
Frank and Vi sit outside the diner, looking at its wrecked
form.
FRANK
That's gonna be a bitch to clean.
VI
Yeah.
FRANK
(beat)
Sucks to be you.
Vi nods. Then a beat:
VI
Wait, what?
FRANK
I hired you for a reason, and that
reason was to do things that I
didn't want to do.
VI
There are laws, you know.
FRANK
I mock your petty human morality.
There's a loud CLANG from inside the diner. Frank and Vi
tense up, but relax as Fletcher emerges, holding a BOTTLE
identical to the one Frank trapped Praxx in years ago.
FLETCHER
Guys! I finished it. Where's the
sprite at?
FRANK
Uh... Fletch? When you were coming
through the kitchen, did you happen
to knock over a big stack of stuff
on top of a pot?
FLETCHER
Oh, that junk? I accidentally
tripped over it, yeah, but I'm
fine. Why?
Vi and Frank jump to their feet.
FLETCHER (CONT'D)
What?
As if in answer to his question, Praxx EXPLODES UP from the
roof of the diner.
FRANK
What the helling hell?
FLETCHER
They say pixies' strength gets
stronger as they get angry...
FRANK
You didn't think that was useful
information ten damn minutes ago?!
Praxx DESCENDS down towards the three. Fletcher proudly
raises his bottle as Vi and Frank move into defensive
positions.
FLETCHER
Eberrath int --
But before he can finish, A SPOON hits him on the nose. He
SNEEZES and drops the bottle. The three cringe as the bottle
hits the ground. But instead of breaking into a million
pieces, it lands intact. They breath a collected sigh of
relief.
More debris flies around, Frank and Vi move to dodge as
Fletcher bends down to pick up the bottle. Just as he reaches
for it, Vi steps back and STEPS ON IT! It SHATTERS.
Fletcher gives Vi a Look. Vi shrugs apologetically.
Praxx descends until she's at eye level. With a wave of her
arm, Frank RAISES UP in the air, limbs spread. A LOOP OF
PLASTIC ELECTRICAL CABLE RIPS FROM THE SIDE OF THE BUILDING.
It snakes up and tightens around his neck, choking him. When
Vi and Fletcher rush to help him, they BOUNCE OFF an
invisible wall.
Praxx lands in the middle of the street, SHIFTING BACK into
Brynn so she can gloat with a full vocabulary.
BRYNN
How does it feel, Frank?
VI
(confused)
Wait a minute, she's Jamie's
friend? Jamie sent her to kill you?
BRYNN
Oh, please. I don't need to be
sent. The boy was just a convenient
distraction. His otherworldly
nature...
Brynn pauses for a beat, her features soften.
BRYNN (CONT'D)
...intrigued me.
(beat; again all business)
I came on my own.
She advances towards Frank, just a step.
BRYNN (CONT'D)
Do you have any idea what it's like
to be locked in a tiny glass jar
for nine years?
Frank can't answer; his face is turning blue.
BRYNN (CONT'D)
I'll tell you what it was like.
She moves her hand, and the noose tightens.
BRYNN (CONT'D)
Hell.
Frank tries to motion something, but he's too faint.
BRYNN (CONT'D)
In fact, maybe I'll--
The HONK HONK of a truck's horn interrupts her. She turns--
but it's too late. A SEMI TRUCK SLAMS INTO BRYNN.
Frank falls to the ground, GASPING for air.
Vi turns away immediately, hands over her eyes.
The truck SLAMS ON ITS BREAKS causing the broken body of
Brynn to FLY through the air, landing in street.
As the truck comes to a stop, the DRIVER quickly exits his
vehicle and runs toward the small figure in the road ahead.
His face a knot of anguish.
Fletcher bends down to help Frank stand just as Tamsin and
Jamie arrive on the scene. They look at Brynn in disbelief.
Jamie runs from his mother's side to his fallen friend.
DRIVER
(distraught)
Oh, my God!
The driver drops down my the girl. Noticing Fletcher, Vi, and
Frank, he calls out to them.
DRIVER (CONT'D)
(frantic)
Call 911!
Off their faces we:
FADE TO:
INT. FRANK'S DINER - MORNING
The next morning. A sad, exhausted Frank tries to clean the
diner. Large plastic tarps cover the windows. Fletcher enters
the diner.
FLETCHER
Morning.
FRANK
Hey.
Fletcher steps carefully around the glass and junk on the
floor, leaning against the counter.
FLETCHER
Did you sleep?
Frank shakes his head.
FLETCHER (CONT'D)
Are you okay?
Frank looks around the diner and then shrugs.
After a beat-
FRANK
How is... she?
Frank lets the broom rest against the counter and gives
Fletcher his full attention.
FLETCHER
Still human.
(beat)
There's a lot of damage. Ribs,
arms. A leg. Massive head trauma.
It... hold on, I wrote it down.
He fumbles in his pockets, finding a scrap of paper. He reads
off it.
FLETCHER (CONT'D)
Fractured skull. Probably some
swelling of the brain. She
apparently can't remember anything.
FRANK
Amnesia?
FLETCHER
(half-smiling)
I asked the nurse about that. She
looked at me and said, "It's not
like this is 'General Hospital' or
anything." But yeah. No personal
history at all.
FRANK
She doesn't remember the--
FLETCHER
As far as I can tell, she actually
thinks she's really a human girl.
No magic, no fairies. Just a
scared, 15-year-old girl.
Frank frowns. The men stand in silence as we:
CUT TO:
INT. FRANK'S DINER - TYLER'S ROOM - DAY
Tyler lies on his bed, looking up at the ceiling. Still
pissed. A KNOCK on the door.
TYLER
Come in.
Mike enters, wearing the same clothes he had on yesterday.
MIKE
Hey.
Tyler doesn't say anything. Mike sits down on the edge of the
bed. A long beat. Then:
MIKE (CONT'D)
"Show Vi your bedroom sometime."
Was that supposed to be funny?
A smile breaks Tyler's face. A small one, but it's there.
MIKE (CONT'D)
(sincerely)
Dude, I'm sorry.
Tyler sits up, leaning against the wall.
TYLER
Look--
MIKE
No, I mean it. I've seriously been
a dick these past few months. A
total...
He SIGHS.
MIKE (CONT'D)
There aren't even words.
(beat)
I can't imagine what it must have
been like for Tamsin to see me with
-
TYLER
She thinks you cheated on Lon.
MIKE
What?! No! I couldn't-- Jesus.
TYLER
I know you would never do that. You
didn't love any of them.
MIKE
It's like... I thought I could just
fill in this giant... God, I don't
wanna be a cliche...
TYLER
Sometimes, Michael, it's okay to be
cliche.
(beat)
But only a little.
MIKE
A big sucking hole. A vacuum. I
mean, he's gone, you know? There's
not another freaking Lon out there,
man. Enough people who are kind of
like him should add up, I thought.
He INHALES. He's almost crying. Tyler turns to fully face him
for the first time. And he's almost crying, too.
MIKE (CONT'D)
And you know? For a while, every
time... it was gone. Just for a
little bit. Lon went away. And I
didn't hurt anymore. I mean, it
always came back. Like giving pot
to a crack addict.
Tyler puts a hand on Mike's shoulder.
MIKE (CONT'D)
And then after, it comes back
stronger. Because I feel guilty,
because I know it's wrong, I know
it's wrong.
He turns to Tyler.
MIKE (CONT'D)
I'm sorry. For all the stuff I said
to you. You didn't deserve it. And
I'll apologize to everyone else,
too.
Mike looks at Tyler hopefully. After a beat, Tyler extends a
fist. Mike bumps his fist against Tyler's. Forgiven.
TYLER
"Like giving pot to a crack
addict?"
MIKE
Look, man I don't know, it was the
first thing that came to mind!
Tyler GRUNTS sarcastically.
MIKE (CONT'D)
Bitch.
TYLER
Jerk.
The two friends share a smile.
CUT TO:
INT. HEAVEN'S GATE HOSPITAL - BRYNN'S ROOM - DAY
Tamsin, Jamie, and Frank enter the room. Brynn lies in bed,
head bandaged, in what amounts to a body cast. Jamie
approaches the bed. Brynn's awake, and she looks at him,
struggling for a name.
JAMIE
Hey.
BRYNN
Um, hi.
JAMIE
Do you-- my name's Jamie. We go to
school together.
BRYNN
Were we friends?
JAMIE
Kind of. Yeah.
He looks heartbroken. Tamsin hugs him from behind.
TAMSIN
Hey Brynn. I'm Tamsin. Jamie's mum.
Brynn smiles.
BRYNN
I'm sorry, I don't remember any of
you.
TAMSIN
It's okay, honey.
She and Jamie back up a little. Brynn looks at Frank. His
face seems to register something in her mind.
BRYNN
You...
Frank takes a subtle step back to the door.
BRYNN (CONT'D)
Who are you?
TAMSIN
Oh, that's Frank. He, uh, is the
one who called the ambulance.
BRYNN
(to Frank)
You look... Thank you.
FRANK
It's nothing. Anyone would've...
Tamsin sees that Jamie is not handling this very well. With a
subtle gesture she indicates this to Frank.
TAMSIN
Maybe we should go...
BRYNN
No!
The three turn to her.
BRYNN (CONT'D)
I mean... not yet. I can't remember
you, but I'm kind of lonely.
But Tamsin knows Jamie can't handle anymore.
TAMSIN
It's okay. We'll be right back,
we're just going to go get
something to drink. Okay, Jamie?
Jamie nods.
TAMSIN (CONT'D)
You go ahead, son.
With one last long look at Brynn, Jamie exits.
BRYNN
Well... uh... Frank. Could Frank
stay, at least? He's kind of... I
think he's familiar.
Tamsin moves to the door. She leans in to Frank, whispering:
TAMSIN
You should stay.
FRANK
What if she--
TAMSIN
Look at her. You can't just leave a
scared little girl alone in a
hospital. And now, at this moment
in time, that's what she is.
Frank nods. He sits in the chair beside Brynn's bed. Tamsin
leaves, closing the door behind her.
FRANK
Hey, kid.
BRYNN
Hey, Frank.
FRANK
How you doing?
BRYNN
Well, my head hurts.
Frank LAUGHS.
FRANK
I bet it does. You got hit by a
truck.
BRYNN
Still not real sure how someone
does that.
FRANK
You... were chasing a kitty.
BRYNN
So I like kitties.
FRANK
Or it was wearing your sweater.
Now Brynn laughs weakly.
BRYNN
Tell me more things about me.
Frank sits back in the chair, thinks.
FRANK
Well, you were born in a magical
forest, far away...
And we PULL BACK as Frank tells Brynn a story, slowly.
FADE TO WHITE.
END OF SHOW
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