INT. COMMAND CENTRAL - SHORTLY LATER
Frank and Corrine enter and head to a bank of computers,
passing;
- Tamsin and Fletcher sitting at a computer, engaging in a
rather prolonged kiss;
- Vi, standing in the corner, chin lathered up with shaving
cream, hacking away with the razor. She winces as a small drop
of blood appears;
- And Tyler, on bended knee, holding out a wedding ring to an
incredulous Mike.
FOCUS on Mike and Tyler.
MIKE
Yes. Yes. A thousand times yes.
(beat)
When's the honeymoon?
TYLER
Ha ha. You think the one knee is good?
Isn't it a bit cliche?
MIKE
Better than two. That just looks like
you're begging. Bended knee's a
classic.
TYLER
Thanks.
MIKE
No problem. Anything else?
TYLER
Yeah. How should I say it? Something
simple like, "Callie, will you marry
me?" Or should I try to be funny?
Mike shakes his head in amusement at his friend's nervous
worrying.
MIKE
Whatever sounds right to you, man.
TYLER
What if she says no?
MIKE
Dude, she won't say no.
TYLER
How'd you know?
Mike looks warmly at his friend and puts his hand on his
shoulder.
MIKE
(sincerely)
Because she loves you.
We PULL AWAY and FOCUS on Tamsin and Fletcher as they break
apart.
TAMSIN
Well, that was... unexpected.
FLETCHER
But welcome?
TAMSIN
Definitely.
They share a smile.
The computer they're sat at suddenly lets out an urgent BEEP.
They both turn towards it, studying the readouts.
FLETCHER
Well, the arrow's nothing special.
Just a run-of-the-mill weapon.
TAMSIN
Could it have been dipped in
something? A poison, perhaps?
FLETCHER
Nah, the analysis would have picked up
residue. Guessing the little beastie
boy was responsible. Magic, and all
that.
TAMSIN
Brilliant.
She looks over at Vi, who REACTS, pulling the razor away from
her cheek quickly. She massages her face, grimacing. Another
tiny bit of blood seeps out.
TAMSIN (CONT'D)
So how do we change Vi back?
FLETCHER
We'll have to catch the little bugger.
It's the only way I know of.
TAMSIN
And how do you propose we do that?
FLETCHER
A giant butterfly net?
Tamsin smirks, and turns her attention to a different computer.
Her smile quickly DROPS as she analyzes the screen.
TAMSIN
Fletch. Get over here quick.
He notes the urgency in her voice and slides over. His
expression turns deadly serious.
TAMSIN (CONT'D)
Tell me it's a computer glitch.
FLETCHER
Not a glitch. It's Vi's body.
The image on the screen keeps changing, deconstructing and
reconstructing.
FLETCHER (CONT'D)
Her hormones are imbalanced. Her
body's rejecting the changed DNA.
TAMSIN
What does it mean?
FLETCHER
Unless we can stabilize her, her
body's gonna collapse in on itself.
They glance across the at Vi, who COUGHS up a load of GOLD MAGIC
DUST. They share a look of pure horror as we:
FADE TO BLACK.
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
INT. COMMAND CENTRAL - CONTINUOUS
Same as before.
Vi COUGHS UP MORE GOLD DUST. She takes a couple of deep breaths
and then seems to be okay.
Fletcher, watching this, nods as if he was expecting this.
FLETCHER
Temporary at the moment. But we need
to find something. And fast.
Overhearing the two, Vi hurries over to joins them.
VI
So, what can I do about this!?
She motions to herself.
TAMSIN
Sweet F.A. at the moment, I'm afraid,
love.
Vi sighs. Tamsin reaches up and gives the young woman a
comforting touch on the arm as we:
PAN ACROSS to Frank and Corrine, who are clustered nervously by
another computer. Frank has his cell phone to his ear.
CORRINE
How reliable is this guy?
FRANK
Pretty damn reliable. He's the guy
that lifted the Google Earth fog on
Area 51. Billie's still bitchin' about
that.
Frank gives a slight chuckle.
FRANK (CONT'D)
If the information's there, he'll get
it.
He hold his finger up, indicating to Corrine that the person on
the other end of the line is once again speaking.
FRANK (CONT'D)
(into phone)
Hey, Jim-bo. What cha got?
(beat)
Uh huh.
(beat)
You're sure?
(beat)
I see.
(beat)
Thanks.
Frank hangs up his phone. He looks back to Corrine, his face
sullen.
FRANK (CONT'D)
I'm sorry, Corrine. He accessed the
file. It's empty.
Corrine looks stunned.
CORRINE
Empty?
FRANK
(nodding)
Which means someone wanted your sister
to vanish. Someone high up. Someone
with a lot more pull than what I've
got.
Corrine looks alarmed.
CORRINE
Why would someone...
FRANK
I was hoping you'd know.
CORRINE
(shaking her head)
I haven't seen Willamena since I was
seven. They split us up when we got
put in foster care.
FRANK
My friend's got one more source he's
going to hit up, but it doesn't look
good.
Suddenly, Corrine LUNGES forward, RIPPING out the computer's
power cable. Everyone looks in her direction.
The COMPUTER flickers and DIES. Sparks SHOWER over them.
Frank pulls the cable out of her hand with some difficulty. Her
determination is steely.
FRANK (CONT'D)
(calmly)
That's not the answer, y'know.
She SWALLOWS and looks away. A tear creeps into the corner of
her eye.
CORRINE
I know. I just... I don't know how
much longer I can wait, Frank. She's
the only family I have.
FRANK
Here.
Frank opens his arms. Corrine falls into them. He hugs her
tightly.
FRANK (CONT'D)
I'll do what I can to help you, okay?
Just promise me you won't do anything
stupid. I'd hate to lose you.
CORRINE
As a friend, or a Slayer?
FRANK
Both.
A small smile threatens to creep across Corrine's face. A moment
passes between the pair. They gaze softly at each other for a
beat. As they realize what is going on, their expressions turn
to frowns. They quickly move away from each other.
PAN ACROSS to Tyler, who is pacing up and down, phone pressed to
his ear, biting his nails to the quick. Mike's lazily slumped
over a swivel-chair, bored out of his mind.
At last, Tyler gets through.
TYLER
Callie, hi!
(beat)
What? Nah, my phone's short on
minutes, that's why I'm using Mike's.
Mike smiles at this.
MIKE
That's what bros are for.
Tyler waves at him - shut up.
TYLER
Yeah, anyway. I was thinking about
dinner tonight?
He listens for a sec, then turns away in horror.
TYLER (CONT'D)
Dammit!
MIKE
She full?
TYLER
She's got plans tonight.
Mike gestures to the phone.
MIKE
Give it here- I'll sort out it for ya.
TYLER
No, no. This is my time. I have to
make the play.
Cue a sarcastic raised eyebrow from Mike.
Tyler presses the phone back to his ear.
TYLER (CONT'D)
Yeah, Callie. It's just, I think it's
really important that you come out
tonight.
(beat)
Why?
He turns and mouths "Why" to Mike, who responds with an
exaggerated shrug.
TYLER (CONT'D)
Er, because you haven't... eaten
much... lately... and...
(beat)
No! No, I'm not saying you're
anorexic, I'm just saying that you
could do with a bit of...
Tyler turns to Mike, a look of sheer panicked desperation on his
face.
Before Mike can do anything else, Tyler throws him the phone.
Hard.
TYLER (CONT'D)
Save it for me. Please.
Mike beams.
MIKE
(on phone)
Hey, Callie. Yeah, it's my fault.
Trying to get the T-Man to be
romantic. Really just want him out of
here tonight. I'm having some friends
over and you know have he gets, with
the sci-fi talk and all--
He laughs loudly, responding to something Callie's said. Tyler
frowns.
MIKE (CONT'D)
Yeah. Anyway. He's got some cash
burning a hole in his pocket, and I'm
convincing him to spend it on you.
(beat)
Any time.
(beat)
No. No need. Unless, of course, you
know a hunky twentysomething with an
eye for blond warlocks?
(beat)
Hey- gotta widen your social circle a
touch, lady.
He laughs again, then throws the phone back to Tyler, who almost
drops it, juggles it for a bit, and then finally gets it to his
ear.
TYLER
Yeah. Great. See you at eight, yeah?
(beat)
All right. No problemo, as the
Terminator would say.
(beat)
I love you too.
(beat)
No, I love you more.
(beat)
More than that. Way more.
(beat)
I love you like the-
And the phone disappears. Mike walks past, phone in hand.
MIKE
Yo! My minutes, dude.
Tyler just gapes at him.
MIKE (CONT'D)
Now if you'll excuse me, I've got an
appointment to make.
He quickly dials a number.
MIKE (CONT'D)
(into phone)
Yo, Jack, buddy! Mike. Yeah. The one
and only. Listen, I've gotta a spare
movie ticket, and was wondering if you
wanna come with?
(beat)
2012.
(beat, then with an amused
snort)
Yeah.
(beat)
Awesome. See you there at sevenish.
He rings off, and is confronted by a disappointed looking Tyler.
TYLER
Our movie tickets?
MIKE
Hey- you chose to spend tonight
keeping your sweetie sweet. I can't
let a ticket go to waste.
TYLER
But that was our film. I was looking
forward to-
MIKE
MST3King it's ass. I know. Still. End
of the world. Same old, same old. Let
you know if it's realistic.
He slaps Tyler on the back.
TYLER
Wait. Did you say Jack? As in
"brooding professor that you've had
lunch with three times this week"
Jack?
MIKE
(firmly)
We're just friends.
TYLER
(unconvinced)
Okay.
PAN ACROSS to Tamsin, Fletcher and Vi, who are shuffling around
looking quite uncomfortable.
FLETCHER
Want the good news?
TAMSIN
Is there any?
FLETCHER
Some. I've isolated some unique
elements from the whatever-it-was you
guys saw last night. So we can track
it when it shows its face again.
TAMSIN
Fantastic. I have a score to settle
with the baby-faced assassin.
VI
You have a score to settle?
Then Vi suddenly STARTS, and pulls her phone out of her jeans
pocket.
VI (CONT'D)
Vibrate has a totally different effect
when I'm like this. Can't say I like
it.
She shakes herself, and answers.
VI (CONT'D)
Hello?
(beat, then higher, as if on
helium)
Rick! Hi!
(beat)
What? No, I'm fine! Really! Tonight?
You sure?
(beat)
I'll be there!
And she rings off fast.
TAMSIN
You'll be there?
VI
Rick's reminded me that we're going
out tonight.
TAMSIN
You're not serious.
VI
I couldn't say no!
TAMSIN
You could! It's one of the easiest
words in the English language!
FLETCHER
It's the only word in the Russian
language.
Vi looks between the two in frustration.
VI
You don't understand! It's
complicated! Last night, he told me he
loved me! I can't stand him up! That's
cold, and heartless!
TAMSIN
But it's the only way! What do you
think he'll say when he sees you like
that?
FLETCHER
Not to mention the whole potential for
melting into goo at some point in
time.
VI
(ignoring Fletcher; to
Tamsin)
You can help me! Y'know, give me a
make-over or whatever? Like you did
when you made me look like a hooker.
TAMSIN
(scoffing)
I appreciate your confidence in me,
love, but you don't need my help. You
need RuPaul!
Vi looks pleadingly at Tamsin.
Tamsin exhales in a sarcastic way. Then:
TAMSIN (CONT'D)
Fine. I'll see what I can do.
Fletcher gives an annoyed huff. Tamsin points at Vi's body.
TAMSIN (CONT'D)
But you'd better hope that what they
say is true.
VI
What?
TAMSIN
Love's blind.
VI
Hey!
She gives Tamsin a playful punch. Tamsin sticks her tongue out
in a childish response.
Fletcher, gathering together some equipment, pushes them apart.
FLETCHER
Come on! Let's get going!
They leave, and we FOCUS on the arrow.
Which SHIMMERS GOLD, before a small GOLD LIGHTNING STORM builds
around it, CRACKLING with MAGICAL ENERGY.
FADE TO BLACK.
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
INT. TYLER'S ROOM - DAY
C/U on Tyler, who's rocking backwards and forwards on his chair -
a bucket of nerves.
In the background, posters of various shows can be seen, as well
as neatly stacked boxes of computer games, and a row of Star
Wars memorabilia.
The picture is fuzzy and grainy - it's a WEBCAM again.
TYLER
I'm gonna do it. This is it, guys. I'm
gonna propose.
He holds up his ring.
TYLER (CONT'D)
Not an easy decision to make. But it's
about time. I'm not for grand gestures
though, so this might go terribly
wrong.
He pauses, looks away for a second.
TYLER (CONT'D)
Then again, it might go terribly
right.
He smirks at this.
TYLER (CONT'D)
The question is, how do I do it?
Lost in thought for a beat, he needs a O.S. SHOUT of pain from
Vi to bring him back into the present.
TYLER (CONT'D)
Oh, ignore that by the way. Girl I
live with's having the waxing of her
life.
(beat)
But back to my problems. Think!
He scratches the back of his head as he tries to rack his
brains.
TYLER (CONT'D)
WWPD. What would Picard do?
Inadvertently, he pulls the front of his shirt down.
TYLER (CONT'D)
If only there really was a holodeck I
could practice in.
(beat)
Still. Time waits for no man.
(beat)
Unless you're Doctor Who of course.
(beat)
But I'm not, so it's moot. Wish me
luck, peeps!
He stands up, about to switch off the webcam when-
MIKE (O.S.)
What's this? Talking to yourself now,
dude?
He swings into frame, looking at his image in appreciation.
MIKE (CONT'D)
Gotta say, the camera picks me up
nice.
TYLER
I'm not talking to myself - I'm on my
Vlog.
MIKE
Say what?
Tyler switches the webcam off. FOCUS instead on the two guys as
Tyler shuts the computer down and moves to leave.
TYLER
Video log. Talking to the world via
the Internet.
MIKE
Cool. What about?
TYLER
This and that. Stuff going in my life.
My proposal to Callie tonight.
MIKE
That all?
Tyler throws him an affronted look.
TYLER
Not enough?
MIKE
Dude, you can talk to the world. We
battle demons. And you talk about your
love life?
(beat)
Priorities need changing, man.
He ushers a thoughtful Tyler out of the room.
CUT TO:
INT. VI'S BEDROOM - DAY
The bedroom door closes as a limping Vi leaves the room, towel
wrapped around her waist.
FOCUS on Tamsin and Fletcher, reclining on the bed, smiles on
their faces.
FLETCHER
Well, that was fun. And disturbing.
TAMSIN
Just a tad.
Fletcher nods towards the door.
FLETCHER
You think it'll work?
TAMSIN
Not a chance.
(beat)
But it's the best we can do. She
shouldn't really go out like this.
FLETCHER
But since there's no convincing her,
perhaps we should make the best of a
bad situation.
Tamsin turns to him, raising a questioning eyebrow.
FLETCHER (CONT'D)
She shouldn't be on her own. We should
be nearby... you know... in case
something happens.
TAMSIN
(smirking)
Are you asking me to dinner?
FLETCHER
In a manner of speaking.
TAMSIN
You paying?
FLETCHER
Of course.
Cue a lascivious smile from Tamsin.
TAMSIN
I'm liking you more and more, mister.
FLETCHER
Same to you. Apart from the mister
part.
TAMSIN
Oh, I'm all woman. Trust me.
Fletcher joins in the flirtatious stakes with a smile of his
own.
FLETCHER
I'm afraid I'll need proof.
TAMSIN
Play your cards right, sir, and you
may just...
They lean together, about to kiss again, when:
VI (O.S.)
OH CRAP!
Which causes Fletcher and Tamsin to jump apart in shock.
They quickly shake themselves back into the present.
TAMSIN
What's wrong?
VI (O.S.)
Come here quick! I've made a mess in
the bathroom!
Tamsin pulls a disgusted face.
TAMSIN
You sure we have to come, Vi? That's
an image I don't need.
VI (O.S.)
I needed to pee, but I'm not used to,
y'know, holding anything, so I let it
roam free.
(beat)
And now there's a...splattery effect.
Fletcher and Tamsin look at each other, realizing.
TAMSIN
You'd better see to it. I'll collect
the stuff.
FLETCHER
Why do I have to?
TAMSIN
About time a man had to clean off the
toilet seat.
As they get up to perform their respective tasks, Fletcher cocks
an eyebrow.
FLETCHER
I'm just glad it wasn't a long drop.
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