by Robb House
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TEASER
FADE IN:
EXT. FRANK'S DINER - MORNING
A TAXI is at the curb, engine running. FRANK, VI, TAMSIN,
FLETCHER, MIKE, TYLER, and CORRINE stand nearby.
FRANK
(calling out)
Yes, ma. I promise I'll call more
often.
(lightly)
Now get the hell out of here.
Everyone waves as the cab pulls away.
After the taxi is out of sight, the gang turns and enters the
diner with Frank and Corrine at the rear.
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INT. FRANK'S DINER - CONTINUOUS
FRANK
Turns out you don't need a sword to
slay an old dragon. Just long
overdue conversation and a few
bottles of a good single malt.
The group chuckles as they walk toward the bar.
CORRINE
(quietly; insistent)
Frank. We need to talk.
FRANK
(also quietly)
About what?
CORRINE
Oh, I don't know. You, me, drunk
out of our minds. Ring any bells?
Frank shakes his head, feigning ignorance.
Corrine gives an annoyed GROAN as the team take their usual
positions around and behind the bar.
Unaware of Corrine and Frank's interaction, Tamsin leans over
the bar and beams happily at the man.
TAMSIN
I take it mummy's visit went well?
FRANK
(considering)
Well, she was here for four days
and I still have both my testicles.
TYLER
You sure about that? Did you check
her hand-bag before she left?
Frank gives his nephew a playful sneer.
FRANK
Don't you have a job to go to?
Tyler laughs lightly as he grabs a to-go cup of coffee off
the bar.
TYLER
I'm going! I'm going!
Tyler walks to the door and exits.
The others grin. Frank does appear to be happy. But as we see
more of Vi, it's obvious that she is preoccupied, staring off
into space.
Frank claps his hands together, ready to get cracking on a
new case.
FRANK
Well, now that the old bat's gone,
let's get to work. What's first,
Fletch?
Fletcher chuckles lightly, enjoying Frank's good mood.
FLETCHER
Your choice, boss.
He grabs the stack of charts and shuffles through them.
FLETCHER (CONT'D)
Poltergeist activity at the senior
center?
(more shuffling)
Hell hound pups skulking about the
local vet's office?
(again shuffling)
Or, how about this one?
An eight-legged Vaska demon who
apparently stole a Volvo from the
dealership last night.
CORRINE
Volvo? Classy.
Fletcher smirks.
TAMSIN
Don't Vaska demons constantly ooze
noxious-smelling slime?
FLETCHER
(nodding)
Should be a hoot.
MIKE
(smirking)
I'd hate to be the one cleaning
that upholstery.
Frank snatches the folder from Fletcher.
FRANK
Bring 'em on. Nothing's gonna get
me down today.
Mike stands.
MIKE
Well, if we're gonna be dealing
with stinky, oozy things of a non
sexual nature, I gotta change. This
shirt's brand new!
Frank smirks and shakes his head as Mike runs across the room
and up the stairs, exiting to the apartment above.
He turns his gaze back to the group and accidentally catches
Corrin's eye. He immediately looks away. There is obvious
tension between the two.
Catching this, Tamsin squints her eyes and gives Frank and
Corrine appraising looks. Seeing this, they quickly turn away
from her.
FRANK
(to Fletcher)
What were you saying about that
Vaska demon?
The bell over the door again CHIMES. The gang looks toward
the sound to see a MAN (50, suit, overcoat) enter carrying a
briefcase.
Seeing the gang at the bar, he approaches.
MAN
Excuse me. Do any of you know where
I might find the owner of this
establishment?
Frank eyes the man suspiciously.
FRANK
I'm the owner. I'm Frank McGann.
The man reaches into his coat pocket. Everyone tenses, ready
to spring into action. But the man simply pulls out a
business card and hands it to Frank.
Frank takes it. His face goes white as the man introduces
himself.
MAN
Tony Lupedis, health inspector.
(beat)
Got a tip from a Detective...
Reed...
Frank rolls his eyes, obviously annoyed.
INSPECTOR LUPEDIS
...that things might not be in
order here. So I went back and
checked our records and what do you
know? Somehow, you're not on our
monthly inspection list. Any idea
how that might have happened, Mr.
McGann?
Frank shakes his head slightly.
INSPECTOR LUPEDIS (CONT'D)
(smiling coolly)
No. Of course not. Must be a
computer glitch.
(beat)
Well, let's get started. I'll look
at the kitchen first.
He walks toward the kitchen door.
INSPECTOR LUPEDIS (CONT'D)
This way?
Frank nods.
Lupedis exits into the kitchen followed closely by a nervous
Frank.
Fletcher and Tamsin exchange apprehensive looks.
FLETCHER
Guess that means meeting's
adjourned.
Corrine looks toward the kitchen and huffs.
CORRINE
Fine. Call me if you need me.
And older Slayer stands and walks quickly to the door. She
throws it open and she's gone. Tamsin cocks her eyebrow, now
positive that she's on to something. She opens her mouth to
say something, but Vi butts in.
VI
(hurriedly)
Does that mean that I can go too?
FLETCHER
Yeah. I reckon...
Vi begins to walk from behind the bar. Fletcher and Tamsin
stand.
TAMSIN
You're going to go look for Sarah.
Vi pauses.
VI
I can't just sit here and do
nothing.
Fletcher places a hand on Vi's shoulder.
FLETCHER
We're working on it, Vi. We've
actually been working on it for six
months. Remember, Sarah's not the
first Wilcox student to disappear
this term. Five others have gone
missing without a trace.
VI
But the vampire said--
FLETCHER
A vampire will say anything to save
its skin. Besides, you dragged us
all over that campus yesterday.
(beat)
No sign of any recent demonic
activity or dimensional energy.
Just the usual background stuff.
Tamsin and places a warm hand on Vi's arm.
TAMSIN
We planted sensor packs everywhere.
If anything new turns up, we'll
know.
Vi sighs and nods, realizing that there really isn't much
more she can do.
VI
I just feel so helpless.
Tamsin takes the younger woman into her arms and gives her a
supportive hug. They part.
TAMSIN
We'll find her, dear.
Vi nods lightly.
The three's attention is drawn back to the door as the bell
above once again CHIMES.
In walks AMY MADISON (mid-20's, attractive). She appears to
be lost. She looks around the diner for a beat and then turns
to the trio of team members.
AMY
Excuse me. I'm not sure if I'm in
the right place. I was told a
Michael Czajak lives here.
The three exchange a look.
TAMSIN
Yes. He--
On cue, Mike comes down the stairs, now wearing a t-shirt
that says "Han Shot First" on the front. It's obviously not
his shirt.
MIKE
I didn't have any noxious slime
worthy shirts, so I grabbed this
one of Tyler's out of the dryer. I
sure he won't mind--
Seeing Mike, a wide smile spread across Amy's face.
AMY
Mike?!
A surprised smile comes to Mike's face.
MIKE
Amy?!
Mike runs down the last few steps and grabs Amy in a hug. He
picks her up and swings her around.
The three team members look on intrigued as we:
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EXT. FRANK'S DINER - CONTINUOUS
Through the front window, Mike sets Amy down. The two begin
to speak indistinctly.
The camera PANS RIGHT. Standing across the street, in the
shadow of an awning, is SILAS! Looking very much like a
homeless person, he is covered from head to toe in clothing,
his face barely visible under his hoodie. He watches the
scene inside the diner intently as we:
BLACK OUT.
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
INT. MACROWARE BREAK ROOM - MIDMORNING
The small room has a few tables (all which are currently
empty), a small fridge, sink, microwave, and a coffee pot.
Tyler is pouring himself another cup of coffee as CALLIE FORD
enters.
CALLIE
Hey, Speedy. Thought I'd find you
in here.
Tyler's face lights up.
TYLER
Hey, babe!
He leans in and gives her a kiss on the cheek.
TYLER (CONT'D)
You know me. Gotta have my hourly
java fix. Especially with my new
boss ridin' my as--
Looking at his fiancee, Tyler frowns. Callie is barely
smiling. In fact, she looks as if something heavy is on her
mind.
TYLER (CONT'D)
What's wrong.
Callie swallows hard, obviously dreading the news she is
about to break.
CALLIE
We've gotta talk.
Now it's Tyler's turn to gulp as we:
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EXT. FRANK'S DINER - MIDMORNING
Establishing shot.
AMY (V.O.)
...so I looked you up on Facebook,
and here I am.
CUT TO:
INT. FRANK'S DINER - CONTINUOUS
Amy and Mike are sitting across from each other in a booth,
holding hands across the table. Vi, Tamsin, and Fletcher
stand around.
MIKE
You drove all this way just to see
me?
AMY
(sheepishly)
Well, I was checking into some
graduate classes at Wilcox...
Mike frowns playfully, sticking his bottom lip out in an
exaggerated pout.
AMY (CONT'D)
...which is just an excuse so I
don't look all stalkery.
Mike smiles and squeezes Amy's hands excitedly.
MIKE
I just can't believe you're here!
TAMSIN
(to Amy)
So you and Mike were at school
together?
Mike and Amy nod in unison.
MIKE
Yeah, during my stint at Sunnydale
High.
AMY
(mock cheering)
Go, Razorbacks!
(beat; indicating Mike)
I had the biggest crush on this
guy. He was "emo" before emo was
cool... and then got all "Hot
Topic"-y and uncool again.
Tamsin and Vi smile.
MIKE
(smirking)
Amy here was my first.
Amy cocks her eyebrow as Tamsin and Vi exchange unbelieving
looks. Fletcher gives Mike a sly smirks and slaps the younger
man on the back.
FLETCHER
(winking)
I didn't know you had it in you,
mate.
AMY
(chuckling)
Didn't know he had "it" in me
either.
Mike laughs while his friends look confused.
MIKE
No! First, as in popped my magical
cherry. We used to do spells and
stuff. I told you guys about that.
The others nod, recalling.
MIKE (CONT'D)
My "first" was Scott Patterson,
freshman year at Bible camp.
Vi screws up her nose.
VI
Bible camp?!
MIKE
(shrugging)
What can I say? The Lord works in
mysterious ways.
The gang laughs.
AMY
You haven't changed a bit.
(beat)
Well, except for the part where
you're completely different! I
mean, look at you! So muscular and
handsome. And blond!
Mike gives his charming smile. What else can he do?
Everything she said is true.
MIKE
You look pretty different too. You
must have gained... what... like a
hundred pounds.
Fletcher cringes. Vi and Tamsin's mouths drop open, not
believing what just came out of Mike's mouth.
TAMSIN
(astonished)
Mike!
AMY
(waiving Tamsin off)
No. It's okay. I have change a lot
since the last time he saw me.
(beat)
I was a rat.
Off the gangs' questioning looks-
AMY (CONT'D)
Long story.
The camera PANS LEFT to Frank and Inspector Lupedis as they
exit the ladies bathroom. Lupedis is writing on his clipboard
while Frank anxiously looks on.
At their booth, the gang turns to see what is going on.
FRANK
That sink just started leaking a
couple of days ago. I was going to
get to it this weekend.
INSPECTOR LUPEDIS
(to himself)
Ah hum.
The man jots down another note on his clipboard. Frank
cringes.
FRANK
And that grease trap. I clean it
out every week now, whether it
needs it or not.
Lupedis keeps writing. Frank frowns.
FRANK (CONT'D)
And I know--
The inspector turns to Frank, cutting him off.
INSPECTOR LUPEDIS
Mr. McGann.
Lupedis tears a sheet of paper off his clipboard and hands it
to Frank.
INSPECTOR LUPEDIS (CONT'D)
This is a list of the health and
safety violations I observed today.
Frank looks at the list, mouth open.
INSPECTOR LUPEDIS (CONT'D)
Now normally I'd shut you down for
this many infractions, but judging
by your lack of business, I'll give
you five days.
Frank frowns.
INSPECTOR LUPEDIS (CONT'D)
If the things on that list aren't
taken care off when I come back, I
will shut this place down.
Lupedis turns for the door.
INSPECTOR LUPEDIS (CONT'D)
Five days, Mr. McGann.
The inspector opens the door and exits.
Looking stunned, Frank sits down at a table, the list in his
hand. He looks at it.
FRANK
(reading aloud)
Mold, mildew, various unknown
fluids...
He reads silently for a few beats.
FRANK (CONT'D)
(loudly)
That pot rack is not unsafe!
Frank groans loudly and buries his face in his hands.
Back at their booth, Tamsin gives Fletcher a worried look and
then nods toward Frank.
In unison, Tamsin, Fletcher, and Vi leave Mike and Amy and
move over to Frank's table.
AMY
What's that all about?
MIKE
(shrugging; unconcerned)
Something other than me.
(beat; smiling)
How long you in town for?
Amy chuckles but then gives a contemplative look. She looks
to make sure the others are out of earshot.
AMY
Actually, I kind of need to talk to
you about that. Can we go somewhere
private?
Mike nods, a confused look on his face as we:
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INT. MACROWARE BREAK ROOM - LATE MORNING
Tyler is sitting at one of the tables. He is leaning over,
pale as a sheet, head between his knees. Something Earth
shattering has just happened. Callie is sitting next to him,
her face apprehensive.
CALLIE
You gonna hurl again?
Tyler shakes his head and raises a hand indicating that his
stomach contents are remaining safely inside him for the time
being.
CALLIE (CONT'D)
You sure?
Tyler nods. They sit for a beat.
TYLER
(not looking at Callie)
Are you sure?
Callie nods silently.
TYLER (CONT'D)
(still not looking)
Positive? I mean one-hundred
percent certain?! One-hundred-and
ten?!
CALLIE
I took a test.
Tyler sits up and turns toward Callie, face slightly hopeful.
TYLER
Those things can be wrong. They're
only, like... ninety-nine percent
accurate!
CALLIE
I took eight test.
Tyler cringes.
TYLER
But still--
CALLIE
I went to the doctor.
Tyler's face falls.
TYLER
So that means...
CALLIE
Yeah.
The two sit in silence for a few beats. As the situation
sinks in, the tension begins to melt from Tyler's face. It is
slowly replaced by a huge grin. He suddenly jump up from his
chair.
TYLER
(shouting)
I'm gonna be a dad!
A happy and relieved look comes to Callie's face. She stands.
Tyler takes her in his arms and kisses her and then hugs her
tightly, to the point where Callie looks uncomfortable.
CALLIE
Hey! You're gonna squish the baby.
Tyler quickly lets Callie go and steps back, an alarmed look
on his face. He then realizes Callie is only joking and
smiles at her.
CALLIE (CONT'D)
You're not mad? I mean, we talked
about having kids, but we decided
that we'd wait a few years. I don't
want you to feel trapped--
TYLER
Trapped?! You didn't do this. We
did this.
He places his hand on her stomach.
TYLER (CONT'D)
It's not like you tied me up and
had your wicked way with me.
(considering)
Except that one time.
(with a smile)
That was fun.
Callie slaps Tyler on the chest.
TYLER (CONT'D)
Point is, sometimes life throws you
a curve ball. And if that's gonna
happen...
(with a warm smile)
...I want you catching on my team.
Callie smiles warmly at him.
TYLER (CONT'D)
And besides, we're gonna be the
coolest parents EVAH!
(excitedly)
I've got a name already picked out.
CALLIE
(firmly)
We are not calling our baby
"Picard".
TYLER
(with a lopsided grin)
"Janeway" if it's a girl?
Callie grins happily and hugs Tyler as we:
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INT. FRANK'S DINER - LATE AFTERNOON
The diner appears empty. JAMIE and BEAU enter wearing their
school uniforms, each with a backpack slung over their
shoulders. The boys throw their packs on the counter as they
belly up to the bar.
JAMIE
I can't believe how well Brynn's
looking.
BEAU
(enthusiastically)
Damn, boy! What you talkin' 'bout?!
That girl's lookin' fine!
Jamie eyes Beau, his eyebrow raised. Beau blushes red.
BEAU (CONT'D)
(stammering)
I just... uh... mean, "fine" like
she's... um... feeling better.
Jamie smirks.
BEAU (CONT'D)
(changing the subject)
Where is everybody?
Jamie furrows his brow and looks around the diner. The two
boys are indeed alone.
JAMIE
That's strange. Mom's usually here
with a snack and something
embarrassing to say.
BEAU
They're probably out doing
something cool like fighting
vampires.
JAMIE
Don't be ridiculous. It's daytime.
You don't fight creatures of the
night during the day.
(beat)
No. They're probably--
Jamie freezes. Something has caught his eye.
The camera ZOOMS IN on a SPRAY BOTTLE of cleaner beside which
is a STACK OF RAGS.
Jamie narrows his eyes and looks around the diner more
carefully.
ZOOM IN on a MOP BUCKET full of soapy water with a MOP in it.
Jamie looks around more, a bit more panicked.
ZOOM IN on a BROOM and DUSTPAN.
ZOOM IN on THREE LARGE FULL TRASH BAGS.
Jamie picks his pack up slowly off the counter.
JAMIE (CONT'D)
(quietly)
Do exactly as I say. Get your stuff
and walk slowly to the door.
Beau gives Jamie a questioning look as Jamie begins to stand.
JAMIE (CONT'D)
(loud whisper)
Now!
Beau quickly grabs his pack and joins Jamie. The two boys
begin to walk quietly towards the door.
Just as they are almost there, Tamsin exits from the kitchen.
She is dressed for cleaning, wearing old clothes, rubber
gloves, hair pulled back with a scarf.
Seeing the lads, she puts her hands on her hips and scours.
TAMSIN
(firmly)
Oi! And just where do you two think
you're going?!
Jamie's shoulders slump as he and Beau turn back around.
Frank, Vi, and Fletcher exit from the kitchen. Covered in
grease and grime, the trio have apparently also been
cleaning.
TAMSIN (CONT'D)
(nodding to the bottle of
cleaner)
Grab a rag and start cleaning.
JAMIE
Aw, mom!
Jamie and Beau drop their packs and move over to the stack of
rags.
VI
(to Frank)
Why do we have to do this anyway?
Who cares if they close the diner?
It's not like you make money off
this place!
FRANK
(frowning)
I care! We've got to-- Fletcher,
explain it to her.
FLETCHER
(shaking his head)
Sorry, mate. I'm with Vi on this
one.
Frank looks surprised and cuts his eyes at the younger man.
FLETCHER (CONT'D)
The Watcher's Council's private
investors dole out more than enough
to pay our salaries and keep the
base running. We don't need this--
FRANK
(firmly)
We need a cover. You think people
aren't going to start asking
questions if we're constantly going
in and out of a vacant building?
Tamsin has moved to the group and joins the conversation.
TAMSIN
Why not a pleasant little shop,
then? We could sell antiques or
clothing.
Vi perks up.
VI
Oh! A clothing store! And we'd get
employee discounts! That would be
so cool!
Tamsin and Vi exchange excited smiles. Frank and Fletcher
frown.
FLETCHER
No way!
Frank nods in agreement.
FLETCHER (CONT'D)
I say we go with something more
manly. Like sporting goods or
hardware.
Frank frowns.
VI
Tamsin came up the idea of a
clothing store and I seconded it!
FLETCHER
That's not fair! I didn't know we
were voting!
Frank's had enough.
FRANK
We're not voting! And we're not
turning the diner into a clothing
store!
Fletcher looks hopeful.
FRANK (CONT'D)
Or a hardware store! It's going to
stay a diner because I like to
cook!
(normal tone)
Besides, my name's on the lease so
what I say goes.
VI
(frowning)
It was only a suggestion.
FRANK
(annoyed)
A bad one.
Vi looks around.
VI
Why doesn't Mike have to help? I
get yelled at less when he's
around.
FRANK
Mike has a guest.
VI
Convenient timing. We're gonna be
here all night!
FRANK
Don't worry. I called in the
reenforcements.
Vi continues to frown.
Corrine flings open the door and enters quickly. All look to
her.
CORRINE
What's the emergency?
She looks around. Summing up the situation, she frowns and
clenches her jaw. She cuts her eyes to Frank. He smiles
innocently as we:
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