by Robb House
Script created with Final Draft by Final Draft, Inc.
Script created with Final Draft by Final Draft, Inc.
TEASER
INT. FRANK'S DINER - NIGHT
The diner is a wreck. Smashed furniture and glass litter the
floor. Also on the floor are the unconscious forms of FRANK,
TAMSIN, FLETCHER, and DETECTIVE REED.
Six TROOPERS in commando gear have their guns trained on our
team's prone bodies.
Frank is in the cross-hairs of TROOPER #1's weapon. The
trooper cocks his gun in preparation.
Just as the solider is about the fire, the gun is RIPPED from
his hand followed by a loud SNAP as his neck is broken.
The other five commandos quickly turn to their fallen comrade
only to see Silas standing behind the man's dead body. The
vamp's face gives a cold grin as his features contort to
reveal his true demon nature.
The troopers' weapons turn on him and begin FIRING, but Silas
is no longer there. Now behind TROOPER #2, the vampire sinks
his fangs into the man's neck.
The other troopers quickly turn their guns to Trooper #2 and
Silas as the human collapses. They open fire, but Silas uses
the dying man as a shield, letting the bullets finish off the
doomed solider.
He TOSSES Trooper #2's body across the room, throwing him
into TROOPERS #3 and #4. They all hit the floor in a heap.
TROOPERS #5 and #6 SHOOT at the vamp, striking him several
times in the chest and arms. But even injured, Silas is
quick.
The demon GRABS Trooper #5's gun hand, pointing it at Trooper
#6. Trooper #5 SHOOTS, attempting to shoot the vampire
holding his wrist, but only succeeds in SHOOTING Trooper #6
right between the eyes. #6 hits the floor dead.
Silas RIPS the gun from #5's hand and SMASHES it across the
solider's face. Blood and a few teeth spill from the man's
mouth as the trooper drops to the floor. Silas pumps TWO
ROUNDS into the man's head.
#3 and #4 have finally managed to push #2's body aside and
stand. Silas THROWS the gun across the room STRIKING Trooper
#4 in the face. His nose broken, and bleeding, #4 stumbles
back in pain.
Silas grabs a FORK off a nearby table and HURLS it at #3. The
man screams as the object embeds deeply through the man's eye
socket and into his skull. Blood SPURTS as #3 grabs at the
fork weakly. He falls to the ground, his one good eye staring
lifelessly into space.
#4 knows he's next. He cringes and whimpers softly. He holds
his hands up, surrendering. In an instant, Silas is on him,
fangs at the man's tender throat. Silas holds the commando
almost intimately, sinking to the floor with the soldier as
he drinks, his prey weakening.
Silas gently lays the final commando's dead body on the floor
as he finishes draining him. Standing, Silas' face reverts to
normal. He reaches for a paper NAPKIN from a dispenser on the
counter and politely wipes his mouth. He wads it up and drops
the used item to the floor.
The vampire walks over to Frank and kneels down. He reaches
out and strokes Frank's stubbly face as someone would pet a
dog. He raises his hand again, but this time SLAPS Frank hard
across the cheek.
Frank sputters and sits up quickly.
FRANK
(coughing)
What the hell!?
Frank sees Silas beside him and quickly LAUNCHES A FIST at
the vampire's face. Expecting such a greeting, Silas catches
the man by the wrist before the blow can make contact.
SILAS
(firmly)
If I wanted you dead, I would have
let them finish you off.
Silas nods, indicating the dead troopers on the diner floor.
Frank looks around, his jaw clenching as the situation sinks
in.
SILAS (CONT'D)
They took your warlock. His friend
betrayed him.
FRANK
(flatly)
There's a lot of that going around
today.
Tamsin and Fletcher begin to rouse a few feet away, as does
Reed. The three sit up and take their bearings.
SILAS
So, now they have someone of yours
too.
(beat)
Guess that means we're partners.
FRANK
(scoffing)
Partners? Like hell.
SILAS
I saved all of your lives. You owe
me.
Fletcher and Tamsin notice Silas and become alarmed at his
close proximity to Frank.
CORRINE enters, out to breath. She sees Silas and freezes,
prepared to leap into battle.
FLETCHER
(warning)
Frank!
Frank waives a hand at Fletcher.
FRANK
It's okay.
Frank gives Silas an unhappy look.
FRANK (CONT'D)
He's on our side.
Silas smiles. Fletcher and Tamsin look at each other,
stunned. Corrine frowns as we:
JUMP CUT TO:
INT. COMMAND CENTRAL - MOMENTS LATER
The team can be heard just outside.
CORRINE (O.S.)
The helicopter took off. I couldn't
catch her.
Frank enters followed closely by the others.
FRANK
A chopper? Their base must be
somewhere close to pick her up that
quickly.
TAMSIN
Which means it's not going to take
them long to notice that the troops
they sent to kill us don't check
back in.
Fletcher nods, but his mouth drops as he gets a good look at
the room. The lights are flickering. Computer terminals
shorted out everywhere, scorch marks on the walls, and debris
mark well that a battle has taken place.
FRANK
Looks like Mike didn't go without a
fight.
Tamsin's eyes go wide.
TAMSIN
Jamie and Tyler were down here too!
She runs out of the room, into the hallway. With a concerned
look on her face, Corrine quickly follows after.
Reed and Silas look around the room. Reed in awe, Silas
appreciatively. Noticing, Frank smirks slightly.
FRANK
You should see it the three or four
times a year when it's actually in
one piece.
Something catches Fletcher's eye, his expression is one of
pure horror.
FLETCHER
(shocked)
Oh, my God.
Frank turns his head to see what Fletcher is referring to.
The younger man bends down and carefully picks something up.
He turns to face Frank. It's the SPHERE! Cracked and dark,
the object is dead.
Frank swallows hard.
FRANK
What could have done this?
Fletcher shrugs solemnly.
SHUFFLING from the hallway causes them to turn toward the
sound. Tamsin and Corrine return, followed by TYLER, JAMIE,
and BEAU.
TYLER
She just freaked out and locked us
in!
Frank and Tyler's eyes meet and Frank gives the younger man a
relieved nod.
TAMSIN
(to Jamie)
I think you boys had better go over
to Beau's for the rest of the
night.
JAMIE
Aww, mom.
TAMSIN
(firmly)
You heard me.
Jamie nods.
Reed turns to Frank.
REED
I'm going to head out too. I need
to think of some way to explain all
of this away.
Frank gives Reed an appreciative slap on the arm.
TAMSIN
Det. Reed. Would you mind seeing
the boys to Beau's house?
REED
(nodding)
Sure.
Tamsin gives the detective a small smile. She then leans in
and gives Jamie a big kiss on the cheek. Jamie rubs away the
offending spittle left behind as he, Beau, and Reed exit.
As Tamsin turns to Fletcher she sees the useless sphere in
his hand. She, Corrine, and Tyler's mouths drop open in
shock.
TAMSIN
Oh, my God! Is that what I think it
is?
Frank and Fletcher nod.
SILAS
What is it?
Tyler's eyes go wide.
TYLER
Um... guys.
Frank and Fletcher ignore Tyler and continue to address
Silas.
FLETCHER
Basically the center of our entire
operation here.
Tyler nudges Tamsin and points to something on the far wall.
Seeing it, Tamsin gulps hard.
TAMSIN
Guys...
Fletcher and Frank are still engaged in conversation with
Silas who seems very interested in the sphere.
SILAS
It looks a bit like the orb from
the Scourgelius Quarana. Only
larger.
Tamsin nudges Corrine and points across the room. A fearful
expression crosses Corrine's face.
FRANK
Without it, we're dead in the
water.
CORRINE
Funny you should mention dead.
Frank and Fletcher look to Corrine. She points to the object
across the room. Their heads turn.
PAN LEFT across the room. On the wall it a wad of PLASTIC
EXPLOSIVES with a TIMER stuck to it. The counter reads
"05:08". The seconds tick away as we:
BLACK OUT.
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
INT. COMMAND CENTRAL - NIGHT
The bomb's timer now reads "04:57".
Anxious faces all around. Frank clenches his jaw.
FLETCHER
Everybody out!
Frank holds up his hand, halting the group.
FRANK
No use. That thing goes, it'll
destroy the central cooling unit.
Take out this whole block.
This does nothing to calm anyone.
CORRINE
Do you know how to defuse a bomb?
FRANK
(shrugging)
That's really more Billie's
speciality...
Frank frowns for a beat.
FRANK (CONT'D)
But I guess I can try to wing it.
TYLER
Wing it?!
FRANK
You know better? Hop on up here,
Skippy!
Tyler frowns.
Frank takes a deep breath and approaches the device.
FRANK (CONT'D)
Here goes nothing.
Frank begins to examine the bomb.
TAMSIN
(to Fletcher)
If only we had Mike here.
(beat)
I hope he's alright.
Agreeing, Fletcher nods as we:
CUT TO:
INT. MILITARY COMPOUND - HOLDING CELL - NIGHT
Mike is lying unconscious on a small, bare cot- the only
piece of furniture in the tiny cell. His clothes are singed,
his hair a mess, and he has dirt on his face.
Mike begins to awaken. He opens his eyes and GROANS as he
sits up. He looks around the small room, taking in his
surroundings. Three solid walls. The front wall, bars. A cell
of some kind.
WOMAN'S VOICE (O.S.)
Well, hello, sunshine.
Mike looks toward the sound of the voice. In an identical
cell, directly across from him, is HESTER. She is standing at
the bars of her cell looking into Mike's. She is wearing a
hospital gown and slippers, and has her left eye bandaged
over. Her hair is pulled back and her make-up is all gone. In
her hand is a DEAD RAT.
Annoyed, Mike rolls his eyes. This is just what he needed. He
swings his legs off the cot and sits up.
HESTER
When you came in, I did so hope
they were bringing me a proper
meal. I've had nothing but rats for
a week, and I just adore the taste
of a virile young man.
MIKE
Don't we all.
Mike stands and gives another small GROAN. He walks over to
the bars, facing Hester who is several feet away on the other
side of the hallway which runs between the cells.
Mike looks Hester up and down, taking in her disheveled
appearance.
MIKE (CONT'D)
I know you people aren't large with
the mirrors and all, but chica, you
look like crap.
HESTER
(smirking)
You're not exactly GQ material at
the moment yourself, boy.
Mike shrugs realizing that he too doesn't look his best. He
tries to stick his head through the bars to look down the
hallway.
MIKE
Where the hell are we?
HESTER
Some kind of military instillation.
The crazy woman in charge seems to
think they can harness magic to use
against the Russians... or
Afghans... or whoever they're
fighting these days.
(offhandedly)
She thinks it will get her
promoted, and one day she'll be
president.
Mike gives Hester a questioning look.
HESTER (CONT'D)
She was surprisingly chatty during
our torture sessions.
A flicker of sympathy crosses Mike's face. He frowns.
MIKE
It'll never work. Magic's too
unpredictable for them to control.
HESTER
Really? They've already succeeded
in transplanting a Slayer's power
into you're boss's friend.
Mike gives the vampire another questioning look.
HESTER (CONT'D)
The sexy black woman with the
excellent bone structure.
MIKE
(unbelieving)
Billie?!
HESTER
(nodding)
Apparently, she and your Slayer's
boyfriend have been spying on your
little group for this "New
Initiative" thing.
Mike is stunned.
MIKE
I don't believe you.
HESTER
(shrugging; amused)
I don't care. You're the one who
asked.
Hester sits down on her cot. She brings the rat up to her
mouth and begins to gnaw at it.
Mike realizes that Hester has no reason to lie to him. His
brow furrows.
MIKE
(to himself; anxiously)
I gotta get out of here.
Hester watches as Mike takes a step back and holds his hands
out. His palms begin to GLOW, preparing to zap the bars.
Hester looks on, amused as she continues to dine.
MIKE (CONT'D)
Open says me!
Mike's hands GLOW BRIGHTER. He suddenly FLIES BACKWARDS,
hitting the wall behind him. He shakes his head and flexes
his hands as if they are in pain. He approaches the bars
apprehensively, his face confused.
Hester points up with her rat. Mike looks up to see a BLACK
BOX mounted on the ceiling.
HESTER
Anti-magic thingy. They're all over
the place in here.
(beat)
Looks like you're stuck with me,
babe. You're little Slayer buddy's
just gonna have to find out about
her honey all on her own.
Mike KICKS the bars in frustration and then winces in pain.
With a grin, Hester holds her dinner out to the warlock.
HESTER (CONT'D)
Rat?
Mike gives the vamp a sarcastic sneer as we:
CUT TO:
EXT. HEAVEN'S GATE STREET - NIGHT
VI runs toward the camera with RICK running a small distance
behind her. She is clearly distraught and not using her
Slayer speed or she would have left him in the dust.
RICK
Vi! Please! Stop!
Vi's had enough. She stops. Her face is red and tear-stained.
VI
Leave me alone!
Rick catches up, out of breath. He has also been crying.
RICK
Vi! Please let me explain!
Vi whirls around to face him.
VI
(angry)
Explain what?! How you swore your
undying love to me and then ripped
my heart to pieces?!
Rick hangs his head, ashamed. The anger fades from Vi's face
to be replaced by sadness.
VI (CONT'D)
(crying)
You were the first guy I really
loved! And more importantly, I
thought you were the first who
loved me back!
Vi's face falls. She looks away.
VI (CONT'D)
I should have known better. Someone
like you would never fall for
somebody like me. You with your...
perfect stubbly face and...
chiseled abs... and cute little
butt dimples...
(sobbing)
Oh, God! I'm such a loser!
Rick tentatively reaches out and places his hand on Vi's
shoulder. She doesn't pull away.
RICK
(sincerely)
They made me be your friend. They
made me spy on you. But you...
Rick swallows hard as his emotions attempt to boil over.
RICK (CONT'D)
You made me love you.
Vi looks back to Rick. Her eyes soften.
VI
But I can't trust you.
RICK
Look, I could have run off with
Colonel Jackson, but instead, I ran
after you.
(beat; with a small smile)
Even knowing you'd probably kick my
ass.
Vi wipes her eyes.
VI
I should.
RICK
(nodding lightly)
You should.
(beat)
I don't expect you to forgive me,
and I know I'll have to earn back
your trust, but I'll do whatever it
takes. Court marshal be damned.
Vi clenches her jaw and looks away.
VI
I'm going back to the diner.
She begins to walk back in the direction she came from.
Rick's face falls.
After a few more steps--
VI (CONT'D)
(over her shoulder)
You coming, or what?
Rick gives a small, hopeful smile and quickly falls in line
behind her. The two walk into the distance as we:
CUT TO:
INT. COMMAND CENTRAL - NIGHT
CU on the bomb's timer which now reads "03:15". The camera
PULLS BACK to reveal Frank tinkering with the device as the
others look on nervously.
FRANK
Ah! Goddammit!!!
CORRINE
What is it?
FRANK
This thing's got double trip
switches.
TYLER
Meaning?
FRANK
If I cut one, the other will
automatically trigger the bomb.
Scared and frustrated faces all around.
FRANK (CONT'D)
It's also got a motion sensor. Try
to move it and it blows.
(beat)
The only way to disarm it would be
to... ah...
(frustrated)
...reprogram it.
Tyler's face lights up.
TYLER
You've got two programers right
here!
Frank gives his nephew a small appreciative smile.
FRANK
Thanks, T. But even if you could do
it in...
(glancing at the timer)
...three minutes, I don't know how
you could interface with it without
blowing it up.
Tyler's face falls. All around look very down. How else are
they supposed to feel?
Fletcher frowns. His mind is clearly contemplating something
other than his possible demise. He looks at Frank as the
older man turns to Corrine.
FRANK (CONT'D)
Looks like we ain't got long, so I
wanna let you know. I'm sorry about
before.
Corrine nods as Frank fumbles for the words.
FRANK (CONT'D)
It's just... I like you. As a
friend... you know? I just...
didn't want to ruin that.
Corrine gives Frank a stern eye.
CORRINE
And by not talking about things,
they just go away?
Frank nods.
CORRINE (CONT'D)
You are such a man.
Corrine gives Frank a small smile and then hugs him tightly.
Frank hugs her back.
Fletcher looks to Silas who huffs loudly attracting Tamsin's
attention.
TAMSIN
What are you so upset about? You're
already dead!
SILAS
I'm not blown-to-a-million-pieces
dead!
Fletcher looks to Tyler who is on his CELL PHONE.
TYLER
(into phone)
Callie, hey. I hate to do this in a
voice mail, but I just wanted to
let you know how much I love you...
Fletcher can't take any more. He steps forward.
FLETCHER
I may be able to stop the bomb.
The others look at him questioningly as he approaches the
device. He turns to Frank.
FLETCHER (CONT'D)
Do you have a knife?
Frank nods and pulls out a POCKET KNIFE, handing it to the
younger man.
Fletcher takes off his jacket. As he begins to roll up the
sleeve of his injured arm, he looks to Tamsin, his eyes misty
with emotion.
FLETCHER (CONT'D)
I'm sorry, love.
Confused, Tamsin looks back at him as he opens the knife.
Fletcher takes the blade and STABS it into his forearm! In
one fluid move, he makes a CUT from his wrist to elbow.
All jump in shock and surprise. But instead of spurting blood
as a wound of that kind should do, there is only a small
amount. The reason why is evident a moment later as Fletcher
PEELS BACK the skin to reveal WIRES AND MECHANICAL PARTS!
FRANK
What the hell?!
FLETCHER
Later!
With his other hand, Fletcher fishes around inside his
mechanical arm for a few moments. He pulls out a small BUNDLE
OF WIRES. At the end of the wire is a SENSOR. He holds it up
to the bomb.
The others look on as Fletcher closes his eyes. Under their
lids, his eyes appear to be moving back and forth rapidly.
CU on the bomb. The timer reads "01:30" and continues to tick
down.
Fletcher's closed eyes continue to dart rapidly.
More anxious looks from the gang.
CU on the timer-"01:20"... then nothing. No change at all.
The timer has stopped! Another beat and the readout displays-
"disarmed".
Fletcher opens his eyes and gives a big sigh. Seeing that the
danger is over, everyone yells with joy. Everyone except for
Tamsin that is. She looks at Fletcher, hurt, confused, angry.
TAMSIN
Oh, my God! I'm dating a bloody
robot!
Off her stunned face we:
BLACK OUT.
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
FADE IN:
INT. COMMAND CENTRAL - NIGHT
All are still celebrating the fact that they are still alive.
Fletcher and Tamsin are still looking at each other across
the room as Fletcher stuffs the wires back into his
mechanical arm.
TYLER
(lightly)
"I'm dating a robot". Sounds like
an old sci-fi movie.
Without taking her gaze off of Fletcher, Tamsin SLAPS Tyler
hard on the arm. He flinches.
Vi and Rick enter.
VI
Oh, my God! There you are! What
happened upstairs?!
Frank turns to see Rick.
FRANK
What the hell is he doing here?!
Frank approaches the pair, his jaw clenched, anger in his
eyes. Vi puts her hands up, motioning for Frank to take it
easy.
VI
Frank, it's okay! No. It's
definitely not okay, but he's on
our side! Now.
But Frank doesn't stop. He PUNCHES Rick across the jaw. Rick
falls backward, barely managing to keep his footing.
VI (CONT'D)
Frank! Stop!
Frank gives a Vi a sneer and holds up his index finger.
FRANK
Nah ah. One more.
Vi shrugs, giving Frank permission. Frank PUNCHES Rick again,
this time in the gut. Rick doubles over in pain.
FRANK (CONT'D)
(pointing up)
While you were gone, your
boyfriend's cronies kidnapped Mike,
destroyed the sphere, and tried to
kill us!
Vi looks to Rick who is slouched over holding his stomach.
RICK
(shaking his head)
I didn't know! Honest!
VI
Kidnapped Mike?!
FRANK
We'd all be dead if it weren't for
Silas.
Vi almost gets whiplash from the double-take she gives Frank.
VI
Silas? The blood-sucking demon I
killed but got brought back to life
by his crazy girlfriend Silas?
Frank nods. Vi looks to see Silas leaning against the wall a
few feet behind Frank. He gives the Slayer a little wave and
a smile.
VI (CONT'D)
(confused)
Okay. Apparently I missed a few
important things during my
traumatic life crisis.
TAMSIN
(coolly)
That's an understatement.
Vi follows Tamsin's gaze to Fletcher who is still shoving
wires back into his arm.
Now Vi is really confused.
VI
(exasperated)
Wait! Fletcher's a robot?! When did
that happen?!
Fletcher continues to mend his arm, but turns his head
slightly in Vi's direction.
FLETCHER
Cyborg is the proper term,
actually.
(beat)
And as for the "when", five years
ago, if anyone cares.
All turn to Fletcher so he continues to speak.
FLETCHER (CONT'D)
I was inside Watcher HQ when the
bomb that destroyed it went off.
FRANK
So how...
Frank motions to Fletcher's arm.
FLETCHER
I'm kind of fuzzy on what happened
the first few months. Until the day
I woke up in a hospital bed in some
kind of military instillation.
Fletcher pauses for a beat as he pushes the last of the wires
back inside his arm.
FLETCHER (CONT'D)
The blast had completely
disintegrated both of my arms, my
legs, my left lung, the entire left
side of my face.
Vi cringes.
FLETCHER (CONT'D)
I suppose I was lucky compared to
the others they pulled out. Nothing
more than mindless automatons,
programmed to do the bidding of
those in charge. But I didn't feel
lucky, especially after I saw...
what they had done to me. I managed
to escape, but with my
appearance...
Fletcher picks up his jacket and fishes out a small leather
POUCH with demonic script burned into it.
Tamsin eyes the small item suspiciously.
Fletcher reaches into the pouch and pulls out a small pinch
of BLACK POWDER.
He sprinkles it on the laceration on his wrist and the wound
CLOSES, leaving no trace of the self-induced cut. All but
Tamsin and Silas look amazed.
TAMSIN
Pockla demons.
Fletcher nods.
SILAS
(explaining to the others)
They can heal almost anything, for
the right price.
TAMSIN
(judgingly)
If you don't mind a little dark
magic.
Fletcher looks away from Tamsin and continues.
FLETCHER
I had some money. Not enough for
them to replace the parts I'd lost
with real flesh and bone, but
enough for them to fix my face and
generate living skin over my
mechanical limbs. Make me at least
look human again so I could resume
my old life.
Fletcher looks into Tamsin's eyes.
FLETCHER (CONT'D)
(sincerely)
I'm so sorry, love.
TAMSIN
(insistent)
Why didn't you tell me?
FLETCHER
What? That I'm more machine now
than man?
TYLER
(in a British accent)
Twisted and evil.
All eyes look to Tyler for making such a rude interruption.
TYLER (CONT'D)
(sheepishly)
Sorry. Quoting "Star Wars" is an
involuntary reflex.
Rick moves forward.
RICK
(to Frank)
Since we're being open and honest
here, I think you should know...
(reluctantly)
...The New Initiative's been using
Fletcher's... um... condition... to
spy on Omega Team.
Fletcher's face goes white.
FRANK
What are you talking about?
RICK
They're the one's responsible
for...
(he motions to Fletcher)
Cyborg technology was the first
thing they attempted after they
reformed. They gave it up after
their assault on some LA law firm
went bust, or so I hear. That was
before my time.
FLETCHER
Get to the part where I'm spying on
my friends!
RICK
It's not you, it's you're...
software. See they let you escape,
as an experiment. Had no idea you'd
end up here. But when you did--
Corrine butts in.
CORRINE
What's this got to do with
software?
RICK
Every morning, his core processor
sends a back-up log of everything
his sensory inputs have experienced
for the day.
They sort through his aural and
ocular data and log anything of
interest.
Tamsin's face goes pale.
TAMSIN
Oh, God! Then they've see us--
Frank perks up. Frank looks to Corrine.
FRANK
Could we access this data? Change
it?
CORRINE
(nodding)
Assuming we can decrypt it, I
should think so.
FRANK
You, Tyler, and Tamsin get on that.
Tamsin frowns a bit.
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