by Tyler Moody & Robb House
Script created with Final Draft by Final Draft, Inc.
by Tyler Moody & Robb House
Script created with Final Draft by Final Draft, Inc.
TEASER
FADE IN:
INT. APARTMENT - NIGHT.
Jake Monnin's "Springtime Eyes" is playing in the background.
Really bad make-out music. We're looking at a messy bedroom,
empty, the floor covered in clothing. PAN ACROSS the
apartment until we're centered on a couch. A guy and a girl,
call them DAVE and SANDRA, are spread across the couch,
kissing each other. Sandra runs her hand under Cal's shirt.
He pulls off her.
SANDRA
Oh, uh, was I... was that too far?
She quickly pulls her hand away.
DAVE
(smirking)
I thought that was my line.
Dave winks at the confused Sandra. He stands up.
DAVE (CONT'D)
I was just thinking we could... try
something... different.
SANDRA
This doesn't involve handcuffs does
it? 'Cause I already told you I'm
not into that.
Dave pulls a plastic bag out of his back pocket.
CLOSE ON the bag. It's halfway filled with small purple
balls.
BACK TO SCENE. Dave opens the bag and takes out two of the
little balls. They squish gently between his fingers. Sandra
sits up and smooths down her hair.
SANDRA (CONT'D)
What's that?
DAVE
Something a friend gave me.
(beat)
Well... he didn't exactly give them
to me.
Dave sits down on the couch next to Sandra.
DAVE (CONT'D)
They're wild. I've been doing them
all day.
Sandra looks uncomfortable.
SANDRA
They're... drugs?
DAVE
(laughs)
Just try it.
SANDRA
I don't think that's such a good
idea. We barely know each other,
that could be--
DAVE
What, you think I'm trying to knock
you out? You don't trust me?
SANDRA
It's not that, it's just...
DAVE
Your mommy always said not to take
candy from strangers?
Sandra laughs and shakes her head.
SANDRA
No, it's... fine. Okay. Gimme.
She sticks out her hand. Dave hesitates.
DAVE
I don't know. You seem-- maybe
you're not ready for it.
SANDRA
Am too!
Dave holds his hands out.
DAVE
Fine, fine. If you insist.
He places one of the purple orbs in her hand. She watches
what he does: Takes his orb and puts it in his mouth,
swallowing it whole. Sandra copies him, swallowing the drug
with some difficulty.
SANDRA
Whoa.
DAVE
Yep.
Everything gets SHAKY. The camera starts JERKING AROUND, not
"Cloverfield" hard but hard enough. Dave falls down onto the
couch, on top of Sandra. They giggle and begin kissing again.
Hands running through hair, under clothes, etc.
DAVE (CONT'D)
Oh.
Dave COUGHS. Just once. The two go back to kissing, but then
Dave COUGHS again, harder. Suddenly Dave jerks up and falls
down on his back, writhing on the floor. He bends at the
waist and begins to GURGLE. He's foaming at the mouth. Sandra
crouches down over him.
SANDRA
Dave! Dave!
Dave flops back. His eyes don't move. He's not breathing.
He's perfectly still.
Sandra SCREAMS.
CUT TO BLACK.
END TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
EXT. ROUNDHOUSE - DAY.
CU on a sign which reads, "Under new management. Grand Re
Opening Saturday Night."
The camera PANS LEFT to VI, TYLER, and MIKE who are walking
down the street in front of the Roundhouse club. WORKERS,
carrying boxes and building materials, pass back and forth
around them as they talk.
TYLER
...so Friday will be me and
Callie's third date.
VI
Awww.
TYLER
"Awww" what?
VI
I just think it's sweet.
MIKE
Well, I think it's great, too.
TYLER
(surprised)
Uh, thanks.
MIKE
I mean, it's been years since you
dated anyone.
TYLER
Okay.
MIKE
(to Vi)
Really. He'd just spend all his
time in his room, pining. Writing
poems, crying into pillows.
Vi covers her mouth to hide her laughter.
TYLER
That's... yeah, awesome, good.
MIKE
Seriously. Years.
TYLER
This whole thing, this you and me
being friends and sharing things?
(sarcastically)
It's great.
They stop walking, watching the men load and unload the
trucks. Two builders walk past them, carrying a huge plasma
screen TV.
TYLER (CONT'D)
(staring at the TV)
Dear Lord God...
His gaze follows the TV. The workers set the TV down in front
of him and walk off. Tyler admires the TV further, tenderly
running his hand across the top. Mike and Vi watch this.
MIKE
It's all very sad.
VI
Like a kitty with a string.
Vi looks over at Mike and spots something off-screen. She
stares.
MIKE
Yeah. It's just like the time when
he...
Mike notices Vi isn't watching anymore. He looks over at what
she's looking at.
MIKE (CONT'D)
What are you... oh!
MIKE's POV: Across the street, we see a handsome man in his
mid 20s with short dark hair and stubble. He is not wearing a
shirt. This is not a bad thing as muscles ripple along his
body. His name is RICK THOMPSON. Rick reaches down and picks
up a water bottle. He twist it open and takes a big gulp.
ANGLE ON: Mike and Vi staring.
Meanwhile, Tyler has knelt down in front of the TV. He pats
it like a child.
TYLER
Daddy like.
ANGLE ON: Rick, in SLOW MOTION, brings the water bottle up
and pours it over his head and neck, shaking his hair like a
wet dog. He looks over at Vi and Mike with an incredibly sexy
glance.
Mike and Vi continue to stare but are now also gawp-mouthed.
MIKE
Damn!
VI
Ditto.
ANGLE ON: Rick. He does a double-take at Mike and Vi. When he
sees that they are going to keep staring, he smiles and walks
their way. Mike and Vi notice this and look away immediately.
VI (CONT'D)
(looking up)
Such lovely sky!
MIKE
(looking up also)
So very lovely. Blue!
VI
Yes. Blue is good.
Rick draws even with the group. They do not fool him.
RICK
Hi.
Vi and Mike look at Rick, as if for the first time.
VI
Oh! Hello!
MIKE
Why, you startled us.
VI
Yes.
MIKE
Approaching so suddenly and out of
the blue without us knowing about
you. And all.
VI
Mmm-hmm.
Rick grins.
RICK
I'm Rick Thompson, the new owner.
The big man in charge.
MIKE
(leering)
You certainly are.
(beat)
I mean...
(suavely)
I'm Mike, and this is Vi, and this
is...
Mike looks around for Tyler.
MIKE (CONT'D)
...and, nope, I guess that's
everyone.
VI
He's down there.
Vi points to the ground, where Tyler is still staring at the
television, as if it's showing a picture.
TYLER
(hamming it up)
You are as a god, TV.
MIKE
Ah, yes, of course. This
embarrassment to us and all our
kind is Tyler.
Tyler looks up.
TYLER
I am not an embarrass-- oh, hi, new
shirtless person.
He stands up and shakes Rick's hand.
RICK
Eyeing our new Panasonic?
TYLER
She's a real beauty.
MIKE
It's not a boat.
TYLER
(cutting his eyes to Mike)
It's an expression.
MIKE
One used to describe a boat or a
car.
Rick laughs and squints his eyes at the arguing pair.
RICK
You two related?
MIKE & TYLER
No.
Rick gives them a quick scrutinizing glance.
RICK
Boyfriends?
MIKE & TYLER
No!
Mike and Tyler quickly step away from each other.
MIKE
We're friends.
TYLER
Just friends.
Rick shrugs.
RICK
Whatever, that's cool.
(beat)
Anyway, we're doing this whole big
party for the grand re-opening this
Saturday.
He looks Vi and Mike up and down.
RICK (CONT'D)
You guys should come check it out.
Rick gives them a wink and a sexy grin. Mike and Vi nod.
Continuing to smile, Rick turns walks away. Vi and Mike share
a look as the three start down the street again.
MIKE
Wow.
VI
Yep.
TYLER
What?
MIKE
Did you see him?
VI
With the no shirt.
MIKE
And the chest.
VI
And the muscle.
Tyler rolls his eyes.
TYLER
(to himself)
Every time we go somewhere...
MIKE
Did you see the eyes he made at me?
TYLER
What?
VI
What?!
MIKE
Yeah. All the squinting and the
double-winks.
VI
You mean blinks?
MIKE
(smugly)
He wants me.
Tyler shakes his head. Vi frowns.
VI
No way! He was looking me over.
Checking out the twins.
Vi cups her breasts. Tyler and Mike groan and avert their
eyes.
MIKE
You're just jealous.
VI
And you're just delusional!
MIKE
If I didn't think something
terrible would happen, I'd turn you
into a backhoe right now.
VI
Rick wanted me!
MIKE
That hot dude was totally hot for
another hot dude!
Vi and Mike glare at each other.
TYLER
(slyly)
Maybe he's into threesomes.
Vi's face light up at the thought, while Mike gives a grossed
out face. Tyler laughs as we:
CUT TO:
INT. FRANK'S DINER - DAY
TAMSIN, LON, and FRANK sit around the counter, looking at a
file. Tamsin rubs her back.
TAMSIN
My back hurts.
FRANK
Sorry.
TAMSIN
It's these bloody stools. We need a
real conference room.
FRANK
This is practical.
TAMSIN
One with proper chairs.
FRANK
And it brings in money.
TAMSIN
(sarcastically)
I'm sorry?! What did you say?
(beat)
What money? When? There're never
any people around. And the ones
that do come in, you wind up
feeding for free.
FRANK
I'm just trying to be nice.
TAMSIN
You're a pushover.
Lon watches their back-and-forth, annoyed.
FRANK
I am not a pushover, missy! You're
just in a bad mood.
TAMSIN
Of course I'm in a bad mood! I'm
getting scoliosis from these stupid
backless American abominations!
LON
Shut up!
Frank and Tamsin immediately stop talking, shocked at this
outburst.
LON (CONT'D)
(sweetly)
Thank you. Now, I thought maybe we
could pay attention to this file
full of dead students? Yes? Sound
like fun?
Frank and Tamsin glare at Lon, but turn back to the file.
FRANK
(mumbles)
I am in charge here.
LON
Eh, technicality.
The door to the diner opens and Vi, Mike, and Tyler enter the
diner.
VI
...slather me in honey and lick it
off, oh... hi various adult people.
Tamsin grins, but Frank and Lon look disgusted at Vi.
VI (CONT'D)
We were just... there was a guy.
TYLER
He, apparently, had "eyes".
MIKE
Good eyes.
TYLER
They seemed like the standard model
to me.
VI
Uninitiated.
MIKE
Heathen.
The three of them sit down at the counter.
TAMSIN
(to Vi)
Honey, huh?
Vi blushes.
VI
I was just... we were arguing about
who...
TYLER
They were fighting about which of
them got to butter Rick's chest and
feast from his perfect physique.
VI
Were not!
TYLER
Hey, your words, not mine.
Mike nods.
MIKE
Yes. And it's so obvious he's into
me, but Vi doesn't see it.
VI
You're an idiot!
MIKE
You're jealous that every cute guy
in this town is gay!
TYLER
Hey hey whoa! Not gay. "Girl
likers" unite!
Frank and Tyler bump fists.
FRANK
That's my boy.
LON
(holding out his fist)
Me, too. Girls.
No-one notices Lon's comment. Lon dejectedly lowers his hand.
Vi looks down at the folder on the table. She sees a picture
of Sandra, laying on the floor of Dave's apartment.
VI
Hey, I know her. That's Sandra,
from my Lit class. Why do you have
a picture of her?
LON
Ah, um... the authorities are
holding her for questioning.
VI
(shocked; quiet)
Oh.
There's a moment of silence while Vi adjusts.
VI (CONT'D)
What happened?
LON
They believe it's drug-related.
There were some, uh, they found
purple capsules in a bag on the
floor of her boyfriend's apartment
next to the body.
MIKE
Wait a minute, body?
FRANK
Her boyfriend, Dave Straczynski.
Dead.
MIKE
Man. I knew him.
Tyler looks over Mike's shoulder at the file.
TYLER
If it's just drugs, why do you guys
have this? Isn't this more a cop
thing?
Lon, Tamsin, and Frank share a look.
TAMSIN
Good point. Let me guess. Those
pills... weren't pills.
LON
We're pretty sure the drugs were
created mystically.
TYLER
Well that's great. Because I'm sure
magic drug lords will be much
easier to trace and shut down than
the regular kind.
FRANK
Now that you mention it, we do have
one possible lead. There's a guy
called Carlton Newman who we think
might know something.
Frank pulls from the file a picture of Carlton-- curly hair,
tall, not too threatening.
MIKE
How do you know?
FRANK
He... we've been watching him.
MIKE
Why?
FRANK
He's on a list.
TYLER
A list?
FRANK
Yeah. A list, of suspicious
individuals-- his father was a
dangerous practitioner of the black
arts, and we suspected that he
might be passing down the family
business to his son. Couple that
with the fact that he's recently
been seen purchasing and reading a
large number of texts on demons and
dark magic, and we have ourselves a
winner.
Everyone accepts this. There's a beat of silence as they
process.
MIKE
So let's go get him!
FRANK
(shaking his head)
It's not that easy. He's human. We
can't just go busting in without
any evidence. We tear his place
apart and don't find anything,
he'll have the cops on us so fast,
your head will spin.
(beat; chuckle)
Tanya's already looking for an
excuse to rough me up.
VI
So how are we gonna take this scum
bag down?
Frank, Lon, and Tamsin share a grin. They all turn to look at Vi.
FRANK
Seems he has a certain fondness for
the ladies.
VI
Oh.
TYLER
(to Mike)
Another "not-gay".
Mike rolls his eyes.
FRANK
And in particular...
(beat)
...redheads.
VI
Oh.
(beat)
Oh!
Off her surprised reaction we:
CUT TO BLACK.
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
FADE IN:
EXT. FRANK'S DINER - ALLEY - DAY.
TOMMY stands beside the dumpster, eating food from a
styrofoam box clearly left out by Frank. After a beat, Frank
emerges from the diner, carrying two trashbags. Tommy looks
up and starts to bolt, but Frank puts the bags down and calls
after him.
FRANK
Hey, kid, wait! Hold on!
Tommy turns around, styrofoam box still in hand. Frank holds
up his hands to show Tommy that he means no harm.
FRANK (CONT'D)
I just wanted to say, if you wanted
to actually come into the diner to
dine, that'd be fine. Up to you.
(beat)
I mean, you know what kind of
critters roam these streets.
Tommy considers this for a moment, and walks toward the door.
Walking past Frank, Frank stops him.
FRANK (CONT'D)
(extending his hand)
Frank McGann.
Tommy looks warily at Frank's hand for a beat and then takes
it, giving it a shake.
TOMMY
Tommy.
FRANK
No last name, eh? Like Cher.
Tommy stares blankly at Frank for a beat.
FRANK (CONT'D)
I Got You Babe?
Tommy stares for another beat.
TOMMY
You're not gonna perv on me are
you?
FRANK
Perv on you? I... no!
TOMMY
Good.
Tommy turns back to the door and enters the diner.
FRANK
(calling to him)
But watch out for the guy in the
suit. He's "handsy".
Frank laughs to himself. As he follows behind Tommy, we:
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