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. MACROWARE CAFETERIA - MIDDAY.
CHAD, TYLER, CALLIE, AND MITCH sit together at a table in the
cafeteria, their lunches in front of them. They are in the
middle of an involved conversation.
TYLER
(to Mitch)
Come on! I won't tell anyone! I
promise.
MITCH
Well, I trust you two--
(points to Tyler and
Callie)
--but...
All eyes turn toward Chad.
CHAD
(insulted)
Hey!
Tyler and Callie laugh.
MITCH
Look, seriously, I would love to
tell you guys about the new
operating system, but I really
don't know much more about it than
you do.
CHAD
But you're like Jon's... butt-boy!
MITCH
(dry)
Flattery will get you everywhere.
TYLER
My hairy-faced friend may be a
little... well... a complete idiot,
but he makes a point. If anyone
would know, you would. You're on
the inside.
Mitch looks around, checks if anyone's watching.
MITCH
Well, see, the thing is, Jon's
being ultra secretive. Scared of
internal espionage, I guess.
Anyway, he's split the pieces of
code up between departments. None
of them have the whole picture,
just a tiny piece, so only he knows
what the final product will look
like.
TYLER
Like in "The Key To Time".
He looks around. No one seems to comprehend.
TYLER (CONT'D)
You know. Doctor Who.
(beat)
The classic series. Tom Baker,
Ramona number one. It was like, the
whole sixteenth season!
(no reaction)
Seriously? Anyone?
(sighs)
I need more British friends.
Callie chuckles and stands up, grabbing her tray.
CALLIE
As fun as this has been, I really
need to get back to work, guys. See
you later.
She grabs Tyler's head with her free hand, leans down, and
kisses him deeply, for a long, long beat. Chad and Mitch
stare, a mixture of jealousy and bewilderment.
CALLIE (CONT'D)
Bye!
TYLER
(stunned)
Um... that's...
Callie is gone now. Tyler seems to catch up to the present.
TYLER (CONT'D)
Bye!
Chad and Mitch look at each other and then to Tyler.
CHAD
Dude. Unfair!
MITCH
Is this a special occasion?
TYLER
I hope not, because I would really
like that to become an "everyday"
sort of thing.
CHAD
Maybe I need to find myself a nerdy
girl. Someone who can appreciate
the glory that is me. Who do I know
down in Personal?
Chad strokes his chin in thought. As Tyler opens his mouth to
retort, Callie re-enters the frame, carrying another tray of
food.
CALLIE
God, sorry I'm late, guys, but I
caught up in work and--
(off their confused looks)
What?
The guys look at each other for a moment-- what's going on?
Then they all LAUGH. Not hysterically, not heavily; more the
way one laughs when they hear Fozzie Bear tell a joke.
TYLER
Very funny. Gotta love a girl who
makes time-travel jokes. And here I
didn't think she got my Doctor Who
reference.
CHAD
Yeah, but two lunches? She's gonna
get fat. You don't wanna date a
fatty.
Chad laughs, rubbing his ample belly.
MITCH
This from the guy that ate triple
desserts.
CHAD
Unfair double standard, I'll admit
that.
(shrugging)
But what's a man to do?
Mitch rolls his eyes and looks to Callie.
MITCH
(to Callie)
Good joke, by the way. But how'd
you get through the line again so
fast?
Callie looks at him and LAUGHS, quiet and nervous. She
stands.
CALLIE
Oh, you know... charm. I'll be
right back.
She gets up and heads to the rest rooms, and as she does, she
drops the false smile, creases her eyebrows, and frowns.
She's scared.
CUT TO BLACK.
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
INT. FRANK'S DINER - MIDDAY.
TOMMY sits at the counter with a plate of food in front of
him, stuffing his face like he hasn't eaten in a week. FRANK
stands behind the counter watching him.
FRANK
(chuckle)
Hey, slow down, man. The food'll
still be there if you take time to
actually chew between bites. That
is unless you're some sick freak
who enjoys having the Heimlich
Maneuver preformed on yourself.
Tommy smiles with his mouthful of food, swallowing.
TOMMY
Sorry. It's just really good.
FRANK
Well, I cooked it...
(leaning in;
conspiratorially)
...so we both know that's not true.
Tommy laughs. He keeps eating, but slower than before. Now he
takes time to enjoy the food, such as it is.
FRANK (CONT'D)
How are things at the hotel? Okay?
TOMMY
Yeah. Great, actually. You know, I
never thought I would have the
problem of there being a hundred TV
channels, and nothing to watch.
Frank smiles.
FRANK
A hundred channels? I don't
remember signing you up for the
premium package.
Tommy laughs again. He is almost done with his food now. He
looks at the clock on the diner wall.
TOMMY
Oh, I gotta go.
FRANK
Why?
(smirking)
Hot date?
TOMMY
(smiling)
No. Actually, I'm going to a job
interview.
FRANK
Job interview?
TOMMY
Yeah.
FRANK
If you wanted a job, you could have
just asked. I'm sure I could find
something around here for you to
do.
TOMMY
Thanks, but you've given me enough.
I'm going to get my own job and pay
you back for everything you've done
for me.
FRANK
(sincerely)
You don't have to do that, you
know.
TOMMY
I know I don't have to. I want to.
Tommy gives Frank a smile. Frank nods. Tommy eats the last
bite of food left on his plate and stands.
TOMMY (CONT'D)
Wish me luck.
Frank reach over the counter and musses Tommy's hair
playfully.
FRANK
Good luck, T-Man.
Tommy gives Frank an annoyed look, which immediately turns
into a grin. He waves good-bye and backs out of the diner.
Frank watches him go and when the door closes, to a JINGLING
of the bells, frowns and takes Tommy's crumb-covered plate to
the kitchen. As disappears inside, the bells JINGLE again.
FRANK (O.S.) (CONT'D)
Forget something, kid?
Frank exits from the kitchen. He looks up, startled.
FRANK (CONT'D)
Hey-hey, Tanya!
Standing in the diner doorway is TANYA JAMISON, the forty
something, serious-looking blonde woman. She is dressed in a
pantsuit, with a buttoned jacket. She holds a manila folder
in one hand, and does not appear thrilled to be in the diner.
TANYA
Frank.
FRANK
How are you?
TANYA
Out of my way.
Frank rolls his eyes.
FRANK
Did you--
TANYA
(interrupting)
Yes. I looked into your little...
pet project. Though I don't know
how you talked me into it.
FRANK
(teasing)
Because I'm so handsome? I know.
It's the square jaw. Makes the
ladies swoon.
TANYA
(bored)
Mmm-hm.
She holds the file out for Frank.
TANYA (CONT'D)
Here's the story.
FRANK
(takes the file)
Thanks.
She shrugs and turns to leave, but looks back over her
shoulder and stops.
TANYA
And quite the story it is.
Frank gives her a puzzled look and sits down at the bar,
opening the file. Tanya remains in the diner, watching, as
Frank leafs through the pages of reports and newspaper
clippings.
FRANK
What am I looking at, here?
TANYA
History.
He separates one sheet of paper from the pile and squints,
reading the tiny type.
ANGLE ON the newspaper clipping. It reads: "MASSIVE CAR CRASH
KILLS ONE, INJURES DOZEN." The picture next to the headline
shows us that the car crash was indeed massive. Cars are
crunched together and a large cloud of smoke fills the left
third of the photo.
FRANK
(reading from article)
"Witnesses reported that the truck
seemed to come from nowhere, flying
through the curve in the wrong
lane. It then collided head first
with a blue sedan. The truck
driver, Otis Ford, was seriously
injured, and the driver of the
sedan, Christina Walker, 37, was
killed."
(looks up)
So what's-- hold on.
(back to article)
Christina Walker? As in Tommy
Walker?
TANYA
You should have been a detective.
Frank gives her a sour look.
FRANK
Was she his--
TANYA
His mother.
FRANK
(rubs his forehead)
God. When was this?
TANYA
Last year.
FRANK
So that's it. No other family so he
ends up on the street. Poor kid.
Tanya shakes her head "no". Frank cocks his eyebrow
questioningly as she walks over to him and turns a page in
the file. She points to the paper.
ANGLE ON the paper. At the top, in large letters, is the word
"MISSING". On the right half of the sheet of paper is a photo
of Tommy, a little younger than he is now, wearing nice
clothes and looking cleaner than usual, possibly a school
photo. On the left side is a large block of unreadable text.
FRANK (CONT'D)
(reading)
"...His father Jeremiah Walker
filed a missing persons report with
the police the next morning. If you
see the boy, please call any of the
following numbers..."
(looks up)
He ran away? Why?
Tanya shrugs.
FRANK (CONT'D)
I should talk to him.
TANYA
Your call.
FRANK
Why did he run away from his dad?
TANYA
When you find out, let me know.
Getting runaways back home is kind
of my job.
She turns and heads to the door. Before she gets there, Frank
calls out to her.
FRANK
Hey, Tanya.
Tanya stops and turns to face Frank.
TANYA
Yeah?
FRANK
Thanks.
Tanya nods and turns back toward the door.
FRANK (CONT'D)
What? No smart-aleck come-back?
She pauses again.
TANYA
(shrugging)
What you're doing is a good thing.
FRANK
(surprised)
Was that a compliment?
TANYA
Let's just say you may not be the
jerk I pegged you for.
FRANK
Tanya, I think that's the nicest
thing you've ever said to me.
TANYA
Of course, the verdicts still out.
She smiles lightly and exits, the diner door JINGLING. Frank
watches her leave and then turns back to the file, flipping
through it again as we:
CUT TO:
INT. MACROWARE OFFICES - DAY.
Callie walks through the offices, heading for her own
cubicle, an anxious look on her face. As she passes various
EMPLOYEES, they approach and strike up conversation. A SHORT
BRUNETTE starts walking and talking with her.
SHORT BRUNETTE
Hey, Callie. I was thinking about
what you said the other day, and
you're right. If there's even the
slightest doubt in my mind that
Steven is being faithful to me, I
should dump him.
Callie looks confused.
CALLIE
Uh... what are you...
SHORT BRUNETTE
I just wanted to say thanks for
your advice.
The Short Brunette breaks off and heads away. Callie keeps
walking, looking rather more anxious. A beat afterwards, a
FAT MAN flags Callie down.
FAT MAN
Hey, Callie, I was looking over
those reports you handed me, and I
was thinking--
CALLIE
I... gave you reports?
FAT MAN
(duh)
Yeah. Don't you remember? Last
Wednesday?
CALLIE
I was out sick last Wednesday.
FAT MAN
Well, someone who looks a hell of a
lot like you came by and gave me
some reports, so if you see her let
her know that I went over them and
I can't find the mistakes she was
talking about.
Rolling his eyes, he walks away. Before Callie manages to
recover and move forward, a young, rather nerdy-looking man,
JASPER, is beside her. He leans in close to her.
JASPER
(whispering)
Hey.
CALLIE
Uh... hey, Jasper.
JASPER
(still whispering)
What's up?
CALLIE
Why are you talking like that?
JASPER
(whispering part three)
I just didn't think you'd want
anyone to hear us.
CALLIE
Why?
JASPER
(more whispering)
You know... because of Tyler.
Callie looks confused.
JASPER (CONT'D)
Well, I just wanted to say, you
know, I had a really good time last
week. A really good time.
He winks at Callie. After a beat, a look of horror crosses
her face and she runs away, leaving Jasper looking confused.
JASPER (CONT'D)
(calling after her;
hopefully)
I'll see you later, then?
CUT TO:
INT. MACROWARE - BATHROOM - CONTINUOUS.
The bathroom door BURSTS OPEN and Callie runs through. She
quickly turns on the sink, letting it fill with cold water
and then wetting her hands. She wipes her face with the cold
water and SOBS. She looks in the mirror.
ANGLE ON Callie's reflection. Her make-up is running and
strands of her hair are clinging to her face. The area behind
her is empty, just stalls.
ANGLE ON the sink, overflowing with cold water now. Callie's
hands dip back into the water and come up again. We follow
them until-
ANGLE ON the mirror again. There are two Callies! One is
"our" Callie, face wet and dirty, and the Callie standing
behind her, watching, her head turned to the side. Our
Callie's eyes go wide with horror as we:
CUT TO BLACK.
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
FADE IN:
INT. MACROWARE - BATHROOM - SAME TIME.
Callie stares open-mouthed at her double in the mirror behind
her. She gasps and spins around.
ANGLE ON bathroom. It's empty. Nothing's there. Callie begins
to hyperventilate. She bolts in terror, flinging open the
door and running out into the hallway.
CUT TO:
INT. MACROWARE - HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS.
Tyler is walking with CORRINE.
TYLER
We should have an answer on the
McNally account by this afternoon.
CORRINE
Good. We're already cutting it
close--
Suddenly, Callie turns the corner just in front of the duo
and runs blindly into Tyler.
TYLER
Oomph!
He falls over, and Callie lands on top of him. Tyler gives
Callie a confused grin.
TYLER (CONT'D)
That desperate to see me, babe?
Corrine reaches down and helps Callie and Tyler up.
CALLIE
(disoriented)
No... there was... in the bathroom--
TYLER
Did Chad go in the ladies' room
again? If I've told him once--
CALLIE
No! It wasn't-- I-- never mind.
Callie leans against the wall. Tyler and Corrine realize just
how shaken she is.
CORRINE
(firmly)
What happened?
CALLIE
I saw... you won't believe me.
Tyler places a supportive hand on her arm.
TYLER
Come on, Callie.
Callie leans is a little.
CALLIE
In the bathroom... I saw... me.
TYLER
(beat)
Honey, they have these things now,
called mirrors, they kind of show
you a picture of you, but it's not
really there.
Callie and Corrine give him an annoyed look.
CALLIE
I was looking in the mirror, and I
saw another me, like a... clone,
right behind me. Watching me.
TYLER
Like in Total Recall?
Callie does not look less annoyed.
CALLIE
But when I turned around, she--
"it" was gone.
Tyler looks around, to see if anyone's listening in. Then he
grabs Callie's hand.
TYLER
Come on. I know some people who can
help.
Corrine give Tyler an annoyed look.
CORRINE
(firmly)
No.
Tyler starts to walk, pulling Callie with him.
CORRINE (CONT'D)
(almost pleading)
We've got that meeting at four!
Tyler continues walking. Corrine gives an annoyed groan and
hurries to catch up.
CORRINE (CONT'D)
We'll take my car.
The three hurriedly walk out of frame as we:
CUT TO:
INT. FRANK'S DINER - AFTERNOON.
LON, MIKE, VI, TAMSIN, Frank, Tyler, Corrine, and Callie are
gathered together in the diner, seated around the counter.
Lon is still pretty bruised from his run in from Hester, but
definitely on the mend. Callie is in the middle of a story.
CALLIE
...and then it was gone.
The team look around at each other, confused.
TYLER
I told her we could help.
Mike cocks his eyebrow and mouths "We?". Tyler shoots him a
look.
TAMSIN
Tell us more about this creature.
CALLIE
Well, it started off nothing big.
She closes her eyes, trying to remember.
CALLIE (CONT'D)
Uh, first it was just, I would comb
my hair and think I saw something
in the corner of the mirror, but
nothing would be there. Clothes I
swore I'd just washed would be gone
from my closet and my make-up would
be used.
But then, people started telling me
about things I'd done that I didn't
remember, things that I'd have had
to be in two places at once to have
done.
(beat)
I don't... know what else I can
tell you.
The gang ponder over Callie's story for a beat. Tyler puts a
supporting hand on Callie's shoulder.
TYLER
What do you guys think? Can you
help?
FRANK
(shrugging)
Well, we'll try, but I've never
heard of anything like--
LON
(matter of fact)
It's a doppelganger.
No one seems revealed-unto.
VI
A what?
LON
A doppelganger. Sometimes referred
to as a "fetch." It means "double
goer," something that's in two
places at once. Or at least that
appears to be in two places at
once.
MIKE
Dude. You say this like we're
supposed to know what you're
talking about. We never have
before, why would we start now?
LON
(annoyed)
I'll have you know that there have
been many famous historical
accounts of doppelgangers
throughout history. John Donne,
Goethe, even Abraham Lincoln, all
reported seeing alternate versions
of themselves or loved ones.
They're usually taken to be a sign
of great misfortune.
CALLIE
(butting in)
I'm sorry, but are you serious?
LON
Uh... pardon?
Callie looks at Tyler, then back at Lon.
CALLIE
Doppelgangers? The German myth?
You're saying a German fairy tale
is haunting me?
MIKE
(with a German accent)
Jawohl, Fraeulein.
Lon gives Mike an annoyed look.
LON
It would appear so.
Callie looks at those around her for a beat.
CALLIE
Are you all high?
MIKE
(shrugging)
I don't know about all of us,
but...
Callie turns to face Tyler, hands on her hips.
CALLIE
These are the people you bring me
to?! Your crack team is a bunch of
"ghostsbusters"?!
TYLER
I know it seems weird, but... uh...
Frank, can you help me out here?
FRANK
Okay. Here we go. Callie, this is
going to seem weird, but...
FADE TO:
INT. FRANK'S DINER - LATER
Callie is now sitting down in a booth, staring vacantly at
Tyler who sits across from her. Tamsin, Mike, and Vi are
gathered around. At the bar stand Frank, Lon, and Corrine.
Corrine's arms are folded, her expression conveying that
she'd rather be elsewhere.
CALLIE
Demons?
TYLER
Yep.
CALLIE
And vampires?
TYLER
'Fraid so.
CALLIE
And a spirit that's taken my form
and wants to kill me so it can take
over my life.
TAMSIN
Yeah, it's not your week, love.
CALLIE
Huh.
At the bar, Frank and Corrine converse as Lon looks on.
FRANK
(smirking)
Just couldn't keep away, could ya,
Corrine?
Corrine looks less than pleased with the situation.
CORRINE
Don't flatter yourself, Frank. I'm
here for Tyler and Karen.
Lon and Frank exchange a look.
LON
I believe you mean "Callie".
Corrine looks even more annoyed which brings an amused smile
to Frank's face.
CORRINE
(irritated)
Whatever.
She turns and moves toward the booth where Tyler and Callie
are still talking. Amused, Lon and Frank follow.
CALLIE
So you fight monsters?
TYLER
(shrugs, over-macho)
Well, you know, I don't like to
brag, but--
MIKE
He doesn't so much fight the
monsters as they hit him over the
head and handcuff him to pipes in
their basements, then I come along
and save him with magic lightning.
I'm very heroic when I do it, you
should see. Chest out, hair blowing
in the wind...
CALLIE
Magic lightning?
TYLER
(embarrassed)
That is not true! I am very much
with the fighting monsters! Tell
'em, Vi!
VI
(babbling)
You, uh, have a certain-- that is,
I mean, the way you go about the
actual, uh, fighting is...
deceptively... pathetic...
TYLER
(stands, outraged)
Pathetic?!
(begins to unbutton shirt)
That's it! It's on! I'll fight
whatever monster you want! Let's
go! Right here! Right now!
Frank rushes to Tyler and holds his shirt closed, covering
his nephew's exposed chest.
FRANK
That won't be necessary.
LON
Thank God.
MIKE
(frowning)
Yeah, put it away, dude. This ain't
"Fight Club". No one wants to see
that pasty, "chia pet"-covered
thing you call a chest.
TAMSIN
I could stand to see a bit more.
Tyler looks at Tamsin and sits down, blushing. Everyone else
gives her and odd look.
TAMSIN (CONT'D)
What? I'm British. We find pale men
sexy.
CALLIE
(beat)
So, can you guys help me, or not?
LON
Of course we can. We'll go
upstairs, look at the books--
Mike GROANS.
LON (CONT'D)
(pointedly)
--which we will thoroughly enjoy,
and see if we can find anything
about how to get rid of
doppelgangers.
The team, plus Tyler and Callie, head to the stairs. Corrine
doesn't budge. Instead, she looks to Frank. He bows
dramatically and gestures toward the stairs. She rolls her
eyes and follows the team.
As they climb the stairs, the door to the diner opens. Frank
turns to see who's entered. It's Tommy.
FRANK
(to team)
You guys go on up. I'll be there in
a sec.
Lon nods and the group EXITS up the stairway. Frank comes
back down the stairs and leans against the counter.
TOMMY
Hey, Frank. I just came by to tell
you that I got that job. You're
looking at the new stock boy at
Handley's Grocery. Soon I can start
paying you for food.
He smiles. Frank looks sad.
FRANK
Tommy...
TOMMY
Don't worry, I'll still come by
here. You make the best mostly
grease hamburger in town.
Frank gives Tommy an empty smile.
FRANK
I know why you're here.
TOMMY
(confused)
Because I come by here every day at
dinner time?
FRANK
No. I meant, why you're in Heaven's
Gate.
Tommy looks around, uncomfortable.
TOMMY
I don't know what you're talking
about.
FRANK
Yeah, you do, Tommy.
TOMMY
Frank, come on. I don't-- what do
you mean? What's going on?
FRANK
I have a friend who works at the
police station.
(to himself)
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