by Robb House
Script created with Final Draft by Final Draft, Inc.
Script created with Final Draft by Final Draft, Inc.
TEASER
FADE IN:
INT. FRANK'S DINER - MORNING
A typical morning at the diner. VI is behind the counter.
MIKE, TAMSIN, and FLETCHER are seated on stools on the other
side of the bar. Noticeably absent is Frank.
While Fletcher and Tamsin are smiling and making eyes at each
other, Vi glances at her watch and frowns. Mike pokes at the
plate of food before him, his mind clearly elsewhere. Tamsin
notices and prods Mike.
TAMSIN
(to Mike)
Eat your eggs, dear. I worked damn
hard on those.
MIKE
Sorry.
He takes a bite but then looks off in thought. Vi again looks
at her watch and sighs. Mike glances at her and then looks
away. Fletcher studies the pair.
FLETCHER
(to Tamsin)
I can see that we're not going to
get anything done today.
TAMSIN
Probably for the best with Doris
here.
FLETCHER
Speaking of, where are she and our
fearless leader?
TAMSIN
Sleeping it off, I'd imagine. Tyler
said they were up quite late again
last night hashing things out. And
drinking.
(beat)
Mostly drinking.
FLETCHER
(shrugging)
It's a slow day anyway, case-wise.
Why don't we go downstairs and re
calibrate the scanners. Just need
to tweak a few knobs.
TAMSIN
(flirty)
Didn't you get enough "knob
tweaking" last night?
Fletcher flushes red and grins.
FLETCHER
Could always use a bit more, I
suppose.
The two grin. They get up and exit into the kitchen.
Mike and Vi are alone for a few beats, gazing off in
different directions.
Vi sighs again loudly and looks at her watch. Mike shifts an
annoyed look in her direction.
MIKE
What's up with you? You're all
moody and watch looky.
VI
You're one to talk Mr. Frowny
McFrownsalot.
MIKE
(shaking his head)
Relationship stuff. I don't want to
talk about it.
(beat)
Which brings us back to you and
your sudden preoccupation with
time. So unless you're considering
a career in watch making, spill.
Vi again sighs loudly.
MIKE (CONT'D)
What could you possibly be upset
about? You've got a awesome
boyfriend with a lickable six-pack
and biteable ass!
Vi narrows her eyes.
MIKE (CONT'D)
I imagine.
(shrugging)
A lot, actually.
(shaking head)
Unlike me who's alone and has got
boy-toy squat.
Vi is now looking at him questioningly.
MIKE (CONT'D)
No. That's all me, about which this
conversation is not. Start talking.
Vi's shoulders droop.
VI
It's not about Rick. It's Sarah. I
still haven't talked to her since
she thinks I stood her up. She's
been avoiding me like one of those
"Girls Gone Wild" avoids her
disappointed father.
Mike bites his lip to keep from laughing. He sees that Vi is
genuinely upset.
VI (CONT'D)
I just want to explain.
MIKE
Explain what? That aside from being
a cute, perky co-ed, you're also a
demon-hunting vampire Slayer?
VI
If I have to.
She glances at her watch again.
MIKE
Why do you keep doing that?
VI
Sarah's got an aerobics class from
eight to nine. She never misses it.
After that she goes back to her
room to take a shower and change
before her next class. I thought
maybe I could--
MIKE
Cut her off at the sweaty, stinky
pass?
Vi nods. Her eyes go wide as a sudden thought hits her.
VI
Oh! You should come with!
MIKE
(shaking his head)
That sounds more like a solo
project, not a group collaboration.
VI
But she likes you!
Mike gives Vi a "duh" look.
Vi gives Mike a pouty look.
MIKE
Your womanly wiles have no affect
on me.
Vi manages to look even more pathetic. Mike rolls his eyes.
MIKE (CONT'D)
(groaning)
Okay. Let's go.
Vi jumps up excitedly as we:
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EXT. WILCOX UNIVERSITY CAMPUS - MORNING
Establishing shot of Sarah's dorm.
CUT TO:
INT. SARAH'S DORM - HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS
Vi and Mike approach Sarah's room.
VI
Okay, here we are.
MIKE
What's the plan?
VI
Spill my guts and grovel.
MIKE
(nodding)
Works for me.
Vi takes a deep breath and then knocks. Nothing. She knocks
again, this time a little harder. Still nothing. She sighs.
MIKE (CONT'D)
Maybe we missed her.
VI
Or she's still avoiding me.
Vi and Mike turn to leave when the door opens. Standing there
is GRETCHEN (20, blond, sexy, ditsy, dressed only in a
revealing robe).
GRETCHEN
Were you guys like knocking on my
door?
VI
Hey, Gretchen.
Gretchen looks Vi up and down.
GRETCHEN
Do I know you?
VI
Ah, yeah. I'm Sarah's friend, Vi.
GRETCHEN
Oh. Yeah. She's pretty pissed at
you.
VI
I know. That's why I'm here. I want
to talk to her.
GRETCHEN
She's not here.
VI
Come on. I just want to see her for
a minute.
GRETCHEN
(insistent)
She's not here!
Vi's not having it. She moves to enter.
VI
Move it, Gretchen!
GRETCHEN
Hey!
A NAKED MAN (21, buff) appears at the open door, standing
there in all his oblivious, unashamed glory.
NAKED MAN
Everything okay, babe?
A shocked look crosses Vi's face. Mike, however, smiles and
lets his eyes take in the scenery.
VI
Yeah. We were just leaving.
Vi turns to leave. Mike is still smiling, checking out Naked
Man's attributes. Vi smacks him on the arm to get his
attention. As the two turn to leave-
GRETCHEN
I don't know where Sarah is. She's
been gone all week, but I'll tell
her you stopped by when I see her.
Vi freezes, a stunned look adorning her face.
VI
All week?! Where is she?
GRETCHEN
(shrugging)
Beats me. But you know boring old
Sarah. I'm sure she's okay.
Gretchen closes the door. Off Vi's worried face we:
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INT. DARK ROOM - UNKNOWN TIME OF DAY
The small, bricked room is lit only by a naked bulb hanging
from the ceiling. There are no windows and only one door- a
heavy steel door. A toilet and a bare cot are the only pieces
of furniture.
SARAH MONROE is in the middle of the floor, still in the
clothes she wore for her night out with Vi a week ago, only
now they are dirty and torn. Her hair is a mess. Tear stains
cover her make-up smeared face.
She looks up and screams-
SARAH
Somebody help me!
She begins to sob as we:
BLACK OUT.
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
INT. SECRET BASE - MIDMORNING
RICK THOMPSON and BILLIE JACKSON stand at attention. Though
they are wearing civilian clothing, their attitude is all
business.
A young, muscular soldier dressed in military garb, LT.
ORTIZ, approaches.
LT. ORTIZ
At ease.
The two go into a relaxed stance as GENERAL GRACE BRATTING
approaches. Behind her is BRIGADIER SAMUEL JONES.
GEN. BRATTING
Thank you, Lieutenant Ortiz.
Bratting appraises Billie for a moment. She looks much better
than she did last time we saw her- well rested, the bags
under her eyes gone.
GEN. BRATTING (CONT'D)
Colonel Jackson. You're looking
well. I assume your little
"problem" is under control.
BILLIE
Yes, ma'am. The headaches have
almost stopped and--
GEN. BRATTING
Good. Then we can move on to the
reason for my visit.
Billie frowns. Rick looks apprehensive.
GEN. BRATTING (CONT'D)
The prisoner. We'll be conducting
some test. After which, if all goes
well, I'll be taking her into
custody.
Rick opens his mouth as if he is about to say something.
Billie gives him a warning look. Rick chooses to ignore it.
RICK
General.
General Bratting turns her head to Rick, eyeing him through
narrowed eyes.
RICK (CONT'D)
Why do we need vampires?
GEN. BRATTING
Lieutenant Thompson, that
information is need to know. And
you...
(beat; sternly)
...don't.
A BEEPING SOUND attracts everyone's attention. Billie moves
to a console and hits a button. A nearby display activates.
On its screen is a live video feed showing the front of the
Roundhouse Club. Mike and Vi walk into view heading for the
door.
GEN. BRATTING (CONT'D)
Ah. The Slayer and the wizard. Or
is it... what's the word for a male
witch? Brigadier?
Rick looks to Gen. Bratting nervously as Brigadier Jones
steps closer.
BRIGADIER JONES
Warlock, general.
GEN. BRATTING
That's it.
(with a sneer)
This country's gone so over the top
with damn political correctness,
I'm actually applying it to these
freaks.
Rick flinches.
RICK
(quickly)
I'll get rid of them, ma'am.
Bratting nods. Rick gives a quick salute and exits.
Brigadier Jones looks to the general.
BRIGADIER JONES
Those are our targets. Why not take
them now, General?
Bratting shakes her head.
GEN. BRATTING
Even if we could overpower the
Slayer, the warlock could prove to
be... problematic. Plus there's the
rest of the team to deal with.
Billie shifts an eye to the general.
GEN. BRATTING (CONT'D)
We wait for the specialist.
Billie shifts nervously.
BILLIE
Permission to speak candidly?
The general nods.
BILLIE (CONT'D)
I know these people. They're good
people. I'm sure they'd help us--
GEN. BRATTING
(amused)
If we asked politely?
Billie bites her lip. She knows she's about to get slammed.
GEN. BRATTING (CONT'D)
We tried that with your friend Mr.
McGann and look where it got us.
(coldly)
Besides, Colonel, you've got a
piece of a dead Slayer's brain in
your head. I think we're beyond
niceties at this point.
(beat)
The extraction will take place as
scheduled.
Billie frowns.
GEN. BRATTING (CONT'D)
Now. If you'll show me to the
prisoner, we've got work to do.
Off of Grace's cool expression we:
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EXT. ROUNDHOUSE CLUB - MIDDAY
Vi and Mike walk up the sidewalk toward the club entrance. Vi
is fuming.
VI
I can't believe Sarah's been gone a
week and that slut Gretchen thinks
everything is okay!
MIKE
Just because she was with a naked
man...
(smiling to himself)
...a very well-endowed naked man...
doesn't mean she's a slut.
VI
You would take her side!
MIKE
(offended)
Hey! What is that supposed to
mean?!
Vi realizes she's taking her anger out on Mike. She stops in
front of the door and slumps her shoulders.
VI
I'm sorry. I'm just so worried.
Vi's lip quivers. Mike gives her a soft smile and takes the
young woman into his arms, hugging her tightly. He rubs her
back tenderly.
MIKE
It's okay, Red. We're gonna find
her.
The door opens. Rick pokes his head out and sees the pair.
RICK
(to Mike)
What's going on here, Czajak? You
makin' a move on my girl?
Mike smirks. Vi looks lovingly at her man as we:
JUMP CUT TO:
INT. ROUNDHOUSE CLUB - MOMENTS LATER
The three are now inside. Rick is at the bar drying glasses
with a hand towel and placing them in a rack.
RICK
And you say her parents don't have
any idea where she is?
VI
(shaking her head)
None at all. This isn't like her to
disappear and not tell anyone where
she is, even if she is mad at me.
(beat)
Something's happened to her!
Vi's lip quivers again. Mike gestures toward her.
MIKE
(to Rick)
Your turn, big guy.
Rick drops the hand towel onto the counter and quickly takes
Vi into his arms, just in time too, as the young woman begins
to cry into his chest.
RICK
(soothingly)
Hey, hey, babe. It's gonna be
alright. Sarah probably just needed
some space to clear her head.
He kisses her on top of her head as she tries to regain her
composure.
RICK (CONT'D)
She probably doesn't even realize
how crazy she's making everyone.
VI
You really think so?
Rick smile confidently down at Vi.
RICK
Trust me. I'd lay odds that she's
somewhere right now without a care
in the world stuffing her face with
bonbons.
Vi gives a slight smile. Off her face we:
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INT. DARK ROOM - MID-DAY
CU on the bottom of the large metal door. A small SLOT opens
and a TRAY is pushed in. The slot slides quickly shut.
Sarah, who is now curled up in a ball on the bare mattress,
jumps up. She moves to the floor where she retrieves the
tray.
CU on the tray's contents. A bowl of some kind of disgusting
looking gruel and a metal spoon.
Sarah takes a small smell. She cringes. She hesitantly picks
up the spoon and dips it into the food before her. She slowly
brings it up to her lips. After a moment's hesitation, she
takes the spoon into her mouth.
Sarah gags violently and spits the gruel out on the ground.
She continues to spit to get any trace of the foul brew from
her mouth.
SARAH
(yelling)
Why are you doing this?!
Sarah throws the tray at the wall. The bowl of gruel
splatters across the bricks as the tray, bowl, and metal
spoon clatter to the floor.
In anger, Sarah upturns the cot and SCREAMS at the top of her
lungs.
A few beats of silence pass. Sarah sighs. The anger fades
from her face giving way to fear and sadness. She moves to
right the crude bed. As she sets it back up, something
catches her eye. She pauses.
The bottom of the brick wall, which was hidden from her view
by the cot, shows evidence of crumbling. A few bricks are
missing revealing the black unknown which lays beyond.
A RAT crawls from the hole, scurries across the room, and
begins to dine on Sarah's spilled food.
Sarah's eyes widen. She looks around nervously, as
inconspicuously as possible. Seeing no sign of her captor,
she rights the bed, keeping it a few inches away from the
wall.
She slowly bends down and picks up the spoon and then sits on
the bed. Lying down on her right side, she lets her right
hand slide down behind the cot to the hole in the wall.
CU on her hand. Hidden from view, she uses the spoon to
scrape at the bricks around the hole. She pauses and pushes
on one of the surrounding bricks, it shifts.
CU on her face as a hint of a smile crosses her lips.
She looks at the rat on the floor as it eats, unconcerned by
her presence.
CU on Sarah's face full of resolve.
CU on her hand scraping at the wall.
The rat continues to eat as we:
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INT. SECRET BASE - PRISONER CONTAINMENT - MID-DAY
CU on the cell floor as a DEAD RAT hits the floor. HESTER
looks at the creature with disdain.
HESTER
What the hell is this?!
General Bratting approaches the cell and looks in at Hester.
The soldier and Brigadier Jones stand behind her. Billie
stands some feet back, observing quietly.
GEN. BRATTING
(glancing at her watch)
Twelve o'clock? Hmmm. Most people
would call that "lunch".
Bratting gives Hester a cold smile. Hester counters with an
evil glare. Bratting furrows her brow questioningly as if
Hester's point is unclear.
GEN. BRATTING (CONT'D)
Well, it's a little too late for
brunch.
HESTER
(firmly)
I'm not eating that.
GEN. BRATTING
(shrugging)
Suit yourself. I just thought you
might like a little sustenance
before we begin.
Hester gives Bratting a questioning look.
HESTER
Begin?
Bratting smirks. She motions to the two men. They approach.
Grace opens the cell door.
Hester leaps at the three, but the guards are too quick. The
men whip out TAZERS and SHOCK the attacking vampire.
Hester reels back from the shock for a moment but then gives
it a second try.
Again the soldiers shock her into submission. While she is
stunned, the two men grab Hester's arms and drag her out of
her cell.
They move her to a CHAIR on the other side of the room. The
solid chair has head, arm, chest, and leg RESTRAINTS. The two
men finish strapping her in just as Hester begins to recover.
Bratting approaches, her trademark cold smile on her face.
HESTER (CONT'D)
What the hell are you doing?!
GEN. BRATTING
Just a few test.
She turns away from Hester and appears to be pulling on a
pair of latex surgical gloves.
GEN. BRATTING (CONT'D)
But first we need to collect a few
bone and tissue samples.
Turning back around to face the restrained vampire, General
Bratting now holds a large DRILL in her hand.
A look of smugness flickers across Hester's face.
HESTER
That won't kill me.
GEN. BRATTING
Kill? No, I should hope not. But I
imagine it will hurt like hell.
Bratting revs the drill a few time and then approaches.
Hester is seething with anger.
Bratting PLUNGES the drill into Hester's chest.
Hester SCREAMS out in anger as the tool bores into her.
Pulling the drill back, Bratting stops it. Ortiz approaches
with a dish. Bratting scrapes the bloody drill bit on the
side of the dish, raking the skin and bone flakes into it.
The general revs the grill again and plunges it into Hester's
abdomen. The vampire again SCREAMS. While still angry
sounding, this cry is definitely laced with pain.
Removing the drill again, Bratting repeats the process with
another small dish.
One more time Bratting revs the drill. This time she shoves
the bit right into Hester's left EYE!!! Hester screams in
agony as her eyeball pops.
Brigadier Jones cringes as some of the eye fluid splashes
across the front of his clean uniform.
Bratting continues her work, not a trace of sympathy on her
face. She removes the drill, pulling out what is left of
Hester's shredded eye, and deposits the sample into a third
dish.
Hester glares at the general. Her one good eye staring
daggers at the woman, her other eye, a mass of blood.
GEN. BRATTING (CONT'D)
I think that should about do it.
Bratting turns away. Hester gives a silent sigh of relief.
But her relief is short-lived as Bratting turns back toward
her.
GEN. BRATTING (CONT'D)
Oops. Almost forgot brain tissue.
Hester's right eye goes wide as the general again revs the
drill. Bratting shoves the bit into Hester's right temple.
The tool drills into Hester's skull. She SCREAMS! The vamp's
eye rolls up into her head as she loses consciousness.
Grace extracts the drill and hands it to the soldier.
Bratting nods to the brigadier.
GEN. BRATTING (CONT'D)
Clean her up, put her back in her
cell.
Brigadier Jones looks slightly stunned.
BRIGADIER JONES
(unbelieving)
General! Her wounds--
GEN. BRATTING
Are mortal.
General Bratting begins to pull off her gloves.
GEN. BRATTING (CONT'D)
She's not. Remember that, Jones.
Brigadier Jones swallows hard and nods. Grace now has a gleam
in her eye.
GEN. BRATTING (CONT'D)
(to herself)
Not mortal at all.
Off her cool smile we:
BLACK OUT.
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
FADE IN:
INT. FRANK'S DINER - AFTERNOON
TYLER and JAMIE sit at the bar. Jamie is dressed in his
school uniform and has a stack of school books in front of
him. Tyler has a COMIC BOOK in his hand. The two seem to be
in a discussion.
JAMIE
(shaking his head)
It doesn't make sense.
TYLER
What do you mean it doesn't make
sense?
Fletcher and Tamsin enter from the kitchen and join Tyler and
Jamie.
TYLER (CONT'D)
I thought you were a genius!
JAMIE
I am a genius, but you're--
FLETCHER
What's up, fellows?
TYLER
I was telling Jamie about Superman.
(gesturing to comic)
You know, the myth, the lore, the
history.
Tamsin and Fletcher nod.
TYLER (CONT'D)
And he says that based on what I
told him, Lois having sex with the
Man of Steel would kill her!
Fletcher and Tamsin look stunned. Tamsin's mouth actually
drops open.
TYLER (CONT'D)
I know! Ridiculous, right?! I mean,
I tried to explain to the kid that--
Tamsin comes to her senses.
TAMSIN
(sternly)
Tyler McGann! I hardly think that
is an appropriate topic to be
discussing with my teenage son!
Tyler looks embarrassed.
TAMSIN (CONT'D)
Poor lad's got enough geek points
stacked against him without your
nerdly influence...
(to Jamie)
...no offence, Jamie. Mummy loves
you.
Jamie frowns to himself while Tyler looks confused.
TAMSIN (CONT'D)
(back to Tyler)
I'd like him to be able to get a
girlfriend this decade.
TYLER
(offended)
I have a girlfriend!
TAMSIN
And how long did that take?
Tyler grimaces and then shrugs, apparently seeing Tamsin's
point. He turns to Jamie.
TYLER
I think Frank keeps some car and
sports magazines upstairs that you
might find interesting.
Tamsin and Fletcher smirk at the now confused looking Jamie.
The bell over the door CHIMES as Mike and Vi enter from
outside in mid-conversation.
VI
I can't believe the police! Telling
us they'd "look into it" and
sending us on our way like we were
there to report loud neighbors.
MIKE
Just the quality of service we're
used to getting from Heaven's
Gate's finest.
Mike's face lights up as an idea comes to him.
MIKE (CONT'D)
Maybe I could try a locating spell.
Do you have anything that belongs
to her?
Vi shakes her head. Mike frowns.
MIKE (CONT'D)
You never borrowed each other's
clothes?
Vi again shakes her head.
MIKE (CONT'D)
Swapped CDs or make-up or anything?
Vi shrugs and once more shakes her head.
MIKE (CONT'D)
Jeez! Are you sure you two are
friends?
Vi frowns.
VI
Like you borrow Tyler's clothes.
MIKE
Hey! We're dudes. Totally different
set of rules apply.
Vi cocks her eyebrow.
MIKE (CONT'D)
I'd explain it to you, but we'd
both have to be bare-chested and
covered in mechanics grease.
Vi looks at Mike skeptically.
MIKE (CONT'D)
I don't make the rules.
(beat; nodding to Tyler)
Besides, you see how he dresses.
You think I'm gonna borrow that?
Looking to Tyler, Vi nods, taking Mike's point.
Back on track, Mike ponders for a beat.
MIKE (CONT'D)
I guess we could go back to Sarah's
room and get something. That is if
we can make it past the Happy
Hooker and Long Dong Silver.
VI
No thanks. I'd rather keep trying
to call her cell ph--
Vi looks back to Tyler sitting at the counter, a thoughtful
look crosses Vi's face. Mike looks at her questioningly.
VI (CONT'D)
Wait a sec.
(calling out)
Hey, Tyler.
Tyler turns from the bar and gives the pair a friendly nod.
VI (CONT'D)
What cha' doin'?
Tyler shrugs questioningly as we:
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