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FRANK (CONT'D)
Rick. You know where they're
holding Mike?
SILAS
(firmly)
And Hester.
FRANK
(annoyed)
And Hester.
RICK
(nodding)
There's a temporary base set up
just outside town under the old
abandoned power plant.
FRANK
Get over to that terminal. I want
schematics, weaknesses, entry and
exit points. I don't care how you
get it, just get it.
Rick nods and hurries over to the computer.
FRANK (CONT'D)
Let's get cracking! Mike's counting
on us. And we can't afford to let
him down.
Everyone nods as we:
CUT TO:
INT. MILITARY COMPOUND - HOLDING CELL - NIGHT
Mike is pacing back and forth in his cell looking quite
anxious. Hester sitting in hers, watching Mike, an annoyed
look on her face.
MIKE
(rambling)
I gotta get out of here. I can't
just do nothing when my friends are
in danger! And Vi! It's going to
break her heart when she finds out
about Rick. I can't believe he'd
betray her like that. She loves
him!
Hester rolls her eyes. Mike continues to pace.
MIKE (CONT'D)
But then love does usually end in
heartache. Look at me.
HESTER
Do I have to?
Mike ignores Hester and continues on his rant.
MIKE
I was happy once too. Had a
boyfriend, the sky was blue, birds
were singing, and all was right
with the world. But then Lon died
and I was all alone again. But,
hey, I found Jack! I mean, he's not
Lon, but he's a good guy, and I
really care for him. I actually
thought I had another shot at
happiness, but then he went and
dumped me!
HESTER
I wonder why.
MIKE
Okay. Maybe it was my fault because
I wasn't ready to commit. And maybe
I'm not really over Lon, but if
Jack really loved me, he would
understand!
Hester GROANS as Mike continues to ramble.
MIKE (CONT'D)
Why can't I be like Tyler? He and
Callie are so happy. They're about
to get married, you know? Spend
their whole geeky lives together...
buy a geeky house... get a geeky
dog... and raise a bunch of geeky
brainiac kids. Probably all named
after Star Trek characters.
(beat)
They are so gonna get their asses
kicked in kindergarten.
Mike stops pacing for a beat.
MIKE (CONT'D)
Wait. Did I just wish I was like
Tyler?
Mike shudders and then resumes his pacing.
HESTER
(to no one in particular)
Oh, God! Having my eye plucked out
was less painful than this!
Hester throws the remains of her dead rat. It flies through
the bars of her cell, into Mike's, and HITS the man in the
head. He stops abruptly and looks at her.
MIKE
What?! And eww!
HESTER
What is wrong with you? You look
like a tiger at the zoo...
(with a dreamy smile)
...thinking about pouncing on some
sweet, fat little child on the
other side of the bars. Mmmmmm.
MIKE
(reluctantly)
I may be a little bit
claustrophobic.
HESTER
(amused)
And babbling on about lost lovers
helps?
MIKE
(shrugging)
Some.
HESTER
Well, then. Let me tell you a thing
or two about love, little boy.
Mike smirks. This ought to be good.
HESTER (CONT'D)
(seriously)
You'll never have what your friend
Tyler and his girl have. And I
don't just mean because your days
on this Earth are numbered.
MIKE
Hey!
(beat)
What?
Mike moves closer to the bars.
Hester stands and walks to the bars of her cell to face Mike.
HESTER
You say you want love. You say you
want to be happy. But here's the
rub, baby. Love isn't flowers and
sunsets and walks in the park. It's
not chocolates and hugs and
puppies.
(beat)
Love is pain.
Mike grimaces.
HESTER (CONT'D)
(with building emotion)
It's that dull ache you feel when
you're away from your lover. It's
the sweet torture of longing for
his touch. It's that ecstatic agony
when he penetrates you! It's the
death you feel when he dies! It's a
searing hot poker that wounds you
to the very core and rips your soul
apart!
Hester looks away, her one eye misty. She regains her
composure.
HESTER (CONT'D)
Metaphorical soul in my case, but
it holds no less true.
Mike looks at the vampire compassionately. This experience
has obviously taken its toll on Hester.
HESTER (CONT'D)
You've walled off part of yourself
from this Jack because your tasty
lover Lon died and you don't want
to get hurt again. But until you're
ready to feel pain, you'll never
feel love again.
Mike swallows hard, moved by Hester's words.
MIKE
You're right.
Hester looks back to Mike, now her old self.
HESTER
Well, dah!
Mike clenches his jaw. A determined look crosses his face.
MIKE
(with conviction)
We're going to get out of here. But
the only way this works is if we do
it together. You with me?
Hester nods.
MIKE (CONT'D)
And when we get out, I'm going to
beg Jack to take me back. I'm
through being scared to love. Bring
on the pain, baby!
Hester gives Mike an almost prideful grin.
Off of Mike's determined face we:
BLACK OUT.
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
INT. COMMAND CENTRAL - LATE NIGHT
Frank stands at a computer terminal with Rick looking at the
computer's screen. Silas stands close, looking over Rick's
shoulder, a fact which Rick seems most uncomfortable about.
The camera PANS LEFT to Tamsin, Tyler, and Corrine. They are
standing around a seated Fletcher. The skin and hair on the
left side of his head have been PEALED OPEN, exposing wires
and a circuit board.
A wire runs from the board to Fletcher's small LAPTOP which
Corrine holds. While she and Tyler study the small screen,
Tamsin eyes Fletcher, a hurt look on her face. Fletcher looks
apologetically at her in return. Unable to take any more,
Tamsin breaks the silence.
TAMSIN
Why didn't you just tell me?
Fletcher sighs.
FLETCHER
I can barely admit it to myself
most days.
(beat)
And after we ah... after I fell in
love with you, I was afraid you'd
reject me. That you'd only see me
as some "machine". I couldn't bare
the thought of that.
Fletcher looks away, his eyes misty.
TAMSIN
I'm hurt that you didn't think you
could share this with me.
Tamsin's face softens.
TAMSIN (CONT'D)
But, you exposed your secret to
save our lives not knowing what the
outcome would be. That doesn't
sound like something a machine
would do to me.
Fletcher looks back to Tamsin. She smiles warmly at him.
TAMSIN (CONT'D)
I love you, Fletcher Covington. All
of you. Man and machine.
Tamsin leans over and gives Fletcher a big kiss which he
happily returns. Corrine and Tyler glance over at the couple
and give each other a small smile. The couple part.
TAMSIN (CONT'D)
I don't care what parts of you are
mechanical or flesh and bone, I
couldn't love you more if--
Tamsin frowns as a thought occurs to her.
TAMSIN (CONT'D)
Is that...
Tamsin raises an eyebrow and nods toward the lump in
Fletcher's groin area. Following her gaze, Fletcher gives her
a sly grin.
FLETCHER
All me, sweetheart.
Tamsin gives a relieved sigh.
TAMSIN
Oh, thank God!
The couple again kiss as we PAN RIGHT back to Frank, Rick,
and Silas who are still studying the computer screen.
SILAS
Not much more than a skeleton crew.
RICK
Budget cutbacks.
FRANK
Thank God for the recession, eh?
(beat; studying the
screen)
Looks like all the main base
functions are routed though
Bratting's office.
RICK
(nodding)
Communications, security, the
works. Nothing goes on without her
knowing about it first.
FRANK
Sounds like something we can use to
our advantage once we get in.
Speaking of which...
(pointing to the screen)
What's this?
RICK
Nothing. Generator exhaust vent.
FRANK
And unguarded exhaust vent.
RICK
(shaking his head)
Temperature's like 150 in there.
And if the heat doesn't get you,
the carbon monoxide will.
Frank looks to Silas who apparently has the same idea.
SILAS
Not if you don't have to breathe.
Vi enters from upstairs, wiping her hands together as if she
just did something dirty.
VI
(to Frank)
Commando guys are in the freezer.
You got the schematics yet?
FRANK
(nodding)
Fortunately nobody's thought to cut
Rick's access yet.
VI
(to Frank)
So what now?
FRANK
That depends on Fletcher.
(calling to Corrine)
How we doing over there?
Frank and Vi walk toward Corrine, Tyler, Tamsin, and
Fletcher.
CORRINE
Better than expected. Cracking the
encryption was no problem.
(with a small smirk)
They actually use an old MacroWare
algorithm.
Frank smirks back.
CORRINE (CONT'D)
We've got full access.
FRANK
Did you make the changes to his log
we talked about?
TYLER
(nodding)
Just in time for his daily upload.
They'll have no idea we're coming.
FRANK
Great. Close him up. We'll move on
to--
Tamsin turns to Frank, an angry look on her face.
TAMSIN
(defensively)
"Close him up?!" He's not a car
boot or the refrigerator door!
Fletcher takes Tamsin's arm gently.
FLETCHER
It's alright, Tams. Frank didn't
mean anything by it.
Frank shakes his head indicating no harm was intended. Tamsin
nods calming herself.
FLETCHER (CONT'D)
This is going to take some getting
used to. But remember, I'm the same
man I was yesterday.
TYLER
About that.
They look to Tyler.
TYLER (CONT'D)
According to these system
diagnostics, it should be possible
to tweak your... um...
enhancements.
FLETCHER
Tweak?
CORRINE
Your speed, your strength. It's all
a question of hydraulic tension. We
could up those dramatically.
TYLER
Even your hearing and vision are
upgradable. We can make you better
than you were before. Better.
Stronger. Faster.
All frown at Tyler. He hangs his head.
TYLER (CONT'D)
Sorry.
Fletcher look down, his forehead creases.
FLETCHER
I'd be less human than I am now.
CORRINE
Technically no. We'd just make a
few adjustments to your existing
hardware, but mentally...
FRANK
How long would it take?
CORRINE
(shrugging)
An hour. Two tops. Just a matter of
getting the settings right.
FRANK
(to Fletcher)
It's your decision, Fletch, but I'm
not gonna lie. Another set of super
strong hands might mean the
difference against the New
Initiative.
Fletcher frowns, pondering the decision before him. Tamsin
places a supportive hand on his shoulder as we:
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INT. MILITARY COMPOUND - HOLDING CELL - EARLY MORNING
Hester and Mike are in their cells. From up the hallway comes
a young SOLDIER pushing a CART with TWO TRAYS on it. Hester
gives a small nod to Mike. He nods back in return.
The Soldier stops between the two cells and picks up one of
the trays.
SOLDIER
(cheery)
Breakfast time.
(beat)
You freaks.
The man takes the first tray off the cart, bends, and slides
it into Mike's cell via a small slot in the bottom of the
bars.
Mike picks up the tray and takes the lid off revealing a dead
rat on a plate. The Soldier smirks.
SOLDIER (CONT'D)
Sorry. Wrong one.
Mike slides the tray back through. The man takes it and picks
the other tray off the cart. He slides the other tray into
Mike's cell.
Mike lifts the lid to expose a bowl of overly lumpy oatmeal.
He grimaces.
MIKE
Can I have the rat back.
The Soldier chuckles as he takes the first tray and bends
down to Hester's cell. Looking back at Mike, he slides it
into the slot.
SOLDIER
You're lucky you get that. You
should see what they serve us in
the mess ha--
But his words are cut short as Hester VAMPS OUT and leaps at
him through the bars. The surprised Soldier is too quick and
falls back evading her grasp. But in rolling away from her,
he lands with his back against Mike's cell.
Mike's arm shoots through the bars and snakes around the
young Soldier, grabbing the man in a neck hold. Mike applies
pressure.
MIKE
Give me the key!
The guard struggles, gasping for breath.
MIKE (CONT'D)
I said give me the key!
The Soldier's face is turning red. He tries for his weapon,
but Mike's other hand beats him to it, swiftly pulling the
Soldier's gun from its holster.
Mike brings the gun up to the man's head.
MIKE (CONT'D)
I don't want to hurt you. I just
want to get the hell outta here.
Now gimme the key!
SOLDIER
(gasping)
Okay! Okay!
The Soldier reaches into a top pocket on his uniform and
pulls out a KEYCARD and quickly holds it up.
Mike realizes that he doesn't have a free hand to take it.
MIKE
Toss it to her.
The Soldier tosses the keycard to Hester who catches it. She
moves to the side of her cell and reaches out through the
bars, fumbling at the control panel on the wall just outside.
The card goes in the slot, a GREEN LIGHT on the panel lights
up, and the CLICK of Hester's door unlocking is heard.
Hester pushes open her door and exits.
MIKE (CONT'D)
Hurry up, Hester.
Hester looks up the hallway and then back to Mike. Mike
frowns. Hester looks back up the hallway and takes a step.
MIKE (CONT'D)
(firmly)
Hester!
Hester turns back to Mike, a mischievous smile on her face.
HESTER
Ooh! How commanding. I was only
kidding, stud puppy.
Hester moves to the control panel for Mike's cell and inserts
the keycard. Another GREEN LIGHT and CLICK, and Mike's door
is open.
Mike nods to the guard in his grasp.
MIKE
Would you mind?
Hester smiles broadly.
HESTER
Not a bit.
She grabs the Soldier by the throat pinning him in place
against the bars. Mike releases the man and exits his cell.
MIKE
Now what do we do with him?
The words barely out if his mouth, Hester yanks the guard
close to her and sinks her fangs into his neck! His scream is
muffled by Hester's tight grip.
MIKE (CONT'D)
Hey!
Hester doesn't listen and continues to drink. Mike comes up
behind the vampire and STRIKES her on the head with the butt
of the pistol in his hand.
Hester pulls away from the now unconscious Soldier and turns
to look at Mike, an innocent look on her face.
HESTER
What?
MIKE
No killing!
HESTER
Better him than you.
Mike glares at Hester. A smile spreads across her face.
HESTER (CONT'D)
Don't worry, sunshine. He's not
dead. I just took a sip.
Mike continues to glare at the vamp. Hester gives a shrug.
HESTER (CONT'D)
Okay. No killing.
(beat)
Unless we have to.
They start quickly up the hallway. Mike notices for the first
time that he and Hester aren't the base's only prisoners.
Several DEMONS of various types are in cells identical to
his.
HESTER (CONT'D)
But if we run into Bratting, all
bets are off.
They reach the end of the hallway and stop at the main
cellblock door.
HESTER (CONT'D)
That bitch is mine.
Hester inserts the keycard into the main door's panel.
MIKE
I might have to reconsider myself
if we meet up with Amy.
The door opens. Standing there with a smirk on her face is
AMY MADISON.
AMY
Somebody mention my name?
Mike and Hester move toward her. Amy's hands go up. A GREEN
BLAST of energy shoots from her hands, knocking the pair to
the floor.
Hester and Mike sit up, stunned looks on their faces.
Amy takes a step closer, her hands GLOWING, as her looks down
at the pair.
An evil smile crosses her lips as we:
BLACK OUT.
END OF ACT THREE
ACT FOUR
INT. MILITARY COMPOUND - HOLDING CELL HALLWAY - EARLY MORNING
Amy stands before Mike and Hester, blocking them from exiting
the cell area. Her hands glowing. The pair stand, confused
looks on their faces.
MIKE
But... you... how? The ah...
He points up to one of the black boxes on the ceiling. Amy
looks up and then back to Mike.
AMY
What? The magic inhibitors? You
kind of need one of these.
She points to an ARMBAND she is wearing on her upper right
arm. It GLOWS softly with magical energy.
AMY (CONT'D)
Now, I believe there are a couple
of empty cells with your names on
'em.
She gestures with her hands. Hester and Mike's shoulders
slump in defeat. They turn and begin to walk slowly back to
their cells. Amy looks up to a DEVICE on the ceiling.
AMY (CONT'D)
The prisoners have been
apprehended, General.
GEN. BRATTING
(over speaker)
Good work, Amy. Report to my office
when you're done.
Hester looks to Mike and SLAPS him hard on the arm. He
flinches.
HESTER
They've got cameras! We didn't plan
on cameras!
Mike frowns, embarrassed, as we:
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INT. MILITARY COMPOUND - BRATTING'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
CU on a MONITOR, Hester and Mike can be seen getting back
into their cells and closing the doors. Amy stands by as
PARAMEDICS run in to retrieve the downed Solider.
The camera pulls back from the monitor to show that it is one
of three monitors on the desk of GENERAL GRACE BRATTING. She
sits behind the desk watching the events as they unfold.
BRIGADIER SAMUEL JONES and BILLIE JACKSON stand nearby.
BRIG. JONES
The warlock and the vampire working
together. We didn't see that
coming.
GEN. BRATTING
Just shows how unpredictable these
creatures are and why we need to
control them. And with Omega Team
out of the way, there's one less
thing to stop us.
Billie frowns.
BRIG. JONES
The team sent to terminate and
dispose of them still hasn't
reported back in, General.
BILLIE
I know these people. They're not
going to be taken out by some
commando team.
An OFFICER enters and salutes.
GEN. BRATTING
At ease.
OFFICER
Here is the daily log from the
cyborg, General.
The officer hands Bratting a small FLASH DRIVE. She takes the
devise and nods to the man.
GEN. BRATTING
Dismissed.
The man salutes again and then exits.
General Bratting plugs the drive into a slot on her desk.
GEN. BRATTING (CONT'D)
This is my favorite part of the
day.
A LIST OF TIMES comes up on her monitor.
GEN. BRATTING (CONT'D)
Let's see what's on today's episode
of "Days of Our Android".
She looks to Jones and Billie who give no response.
GEN. BRATTING (CONT'D)
"The Young and the Robotic"?
Jones remains still, ever the soldier. Billie looks away,
clearly wishing she was elsewhere.
GEN. BRATTING (CONT'D)
"As the Gears Turn"?
(beat)
Come on. That was a good one.
Bratting HUFFS and turns back to her monitor. She drags the
cursor down and clicks on the last time stamp.
GEN. BRATTING (CONT'D)
This should tell us the fate of
Omega Team.
The picture on the monitor changes displaying a grainy image
full of static of the interior of the diner as if from
Fletcher's point of view. Det. Reed is pointing a gun at him.
GEN. BRATTING (CONT'D)
Fast forward.
She hits a button on her keyboard. The picture blurs for a
moment and returns to normal. Silas is holding Rick by the
throat.
GEN. BRATTING (CONT'D)
Blah, blah, blah.
She again hits a button. The picture again blurs for a beat
and then returns to normal. The commandos sent to kill the
team are dead on the diner floor.
GEN. BRATTING (CONT'D)
Ah, here we go.
Also lying lifeless on the floor are Frank, Corrine, Tamsin,
Vi, Reed, and Rick! Silas, is leaning over Frank feeding on
him.
Billie's lip quivers.
Back on the screen, Silas turns toward the camera/Fletcher
and leaps. At the last second, he burst into a CLOUD OF DUST.
The camera ANGLES down to show a piece of SPLINTERED WOOD in
Fletcher's shaking hand. He drops the wood and runs for the
door, running out into the night.
Bratting smiles to herself and hits a button. The screen goes
blank.
GEN. BRATTING (CONT'D)
Looks like Omega Team now consist
of one grief-stricken cyborg and
the powerless warlock we have
locked up down the hall.
Billie is on the verge of tears but is holding them back,
just barely. She steps closer to Bratting.
BILLIE
(firmly)
General. I did what you asked.
Omega Team is no longer a threat. I
insist you give me the information
you promised. Where is my sister?!
Bratting smirks.
GEN. BRATTING
Of course, Colonel. You've done
your duty and, as promised, I'll
gladly tell you where your sister
is.
A hopeful look comes to Billie's face.
GEN. BRATTING (CONT'D)
(coolly)
She's dead.
The color drains from Billie's cheeks. She stumbles a little.
BILLIE
Dead?
GEN. BRATTING
(nodding; coolly)
Dead. Quite recently in fact.
Tragic you never got that touching
reunion you so longed for.
Billie starts to tremble, but after a beat, it's obvious that
it's not from grief. Rage fills her face. She LEAPS at
Bratting.
Jones whips out his gun, but Billie is faster. Her hands grab
Bratting's throat.
BILLIE
I'll kill you!
General Bratting is gasping, but the smug expression remains
on her face.
GEN. BRATTING
Go ahead... and then... what?
You're... a freak now. A freak who
betrayed... her friends. Who's
going... to want you?
Billie's face falls. Her grips loosens a little.
GEN. BRATTING (CONT'D)
We're all you've got.
Billie frowns and releases Bratting's neck. She motions for
Jones to holster his weapon.
GEN. BRATTING (CONT'D)
Wise decision.
Billie clenches her jaw, turns, and storms out without being
dismissed. Jones' brow furrows as he watches Billie leave.
BRIG. JONES
She's becoming a wild card.
GEN. BRATTING
Not to worry, Brigadier. With Omega
Team out of the way, she'll fall
back in line.
Jones frowns.
BRIG. JONES
I hope so. For your sake.
Now Bratting frowns.
GEN. BRATTING
If you're referring to that warning
from the DOD--
BRIG. JONES
They're investigating you, ma'am.
GEN. BRATTING
Well, then. We'd better give them
something to look at.
Bratting smiles a crazed smile. Jones looks worried as we:
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