by Robb House
Script created with Final Draft by Final Draft, Inc.
by Robb House
Script created with Final Draft by Final Draft, Inc.
TEASER
FADE IN:
EXT. FRANK'S DINER - ESTABLISHING SHOT - MORNING
FADE TO:
INT. FRANK'S DINER - TYLER'S ROOM - CONTINUOUS
CU on a clock. Its digital read-out displaying "6:29". It
FLICKERS off for a moment and then back on as its power
supply is interrupted by an known source. Its display now
flashes "12:00".
TYLER MCGANN is lying in bed asleep on his stomach. The upper
half of his body is naked, the bottom half covered by a
sheet. His right arm is draped over the sleeping form of
CALLIE FORD who also appears to be naked or wearing very
little, though all strategic parts are covered.
On the bedside table, a lamp begins to FLICKER on and off. In
his sleep, Tyler squints his eyes tight, and rolls over on
his side, away from the glare.
The light quits flickering as the camera slowly PANS RIGHT to
the wall mounted flat-screen TV. It FLICKERS on. On the
screen is an attractive female NEWS ANCHOR. The camera holds
on the TV.
NEWS ANCHOR
(filtered; over TV)
It's back to business as usual
today at MacroWare. The computer
software giant closed its Heaven's
Gate head office six months ago
after a series of gas explosions
rocked the coastal town resulting
in hallucinations, injuries, and
thirty-one deaths, including that
of the company's founder, former
CEO, Jon Bates.
The image on the screen changes to display CORRINE DUBOIS
standing at a podium. The news ticker at the bottom of the
screen reads, "Corrine DuBois - Acting CEO of MacroWare".
CORRINE
(filtered; over TV)
Jon's passing is a great loss to
this company, but I will do my best
to run MacroWare as he would--
She is suddenly cut off by MAXWELL CANTON (55, distinguished
looking) as he butts her to the side. The news ticker now
reads, "Maxwell Canton - MacroWare Board Chairman".
MAXWELL
(filtered; over TV)
What Ms. DuBois means is that
despite this terrible loss, we will
continue to provide the fine
products and services that the
MacroWare name has become
synonymous with.
Corrine looks annoyed as the picture cuts back to the news
anchor.
NEWS ANCHOR
(filtered; over TV)
And in other Heaven's Gate news,
another Wilcox University student
has vanished without a trace.
Authorities have no leads in
disappearance of--
The television cuts off as the camera again PANS RIGHT, to
Tyler's closed door.
CUT TO:
INT. FRANK'S DINER - CONTINUOUS
The camera PANS RIGHT from Tyler's door. Sitting at the bar
are VI CLARK and RICK THOMPSON. They are playfully feeding
each other off of a large plate of bacon and eggs. The couple
looks happy and very much in love. The light over the bar
momentarily FLICKERS, but goes unnoticed by the lovebirds.
RICK
You were really something last
night.
VI
That was nothing. Just your run-of
the-mill vampire den.
Rick gives her a sexy smile.
RICK
I meant afterwards.
VI
(blushing)
Oh. That.
Vi turns away, embarrassed. Rick turns her face back and
leans in, giving her a big kiss.
Behind the couple, MIKE CZAJAK walks down the stairs,
followed closely by ATTRACTIVE MAN #1 (23, blonde). They
reach the diner's door and pause. Mike leans in and gives the
man a passionate kiss. After they part, the man reaches into
his pocket and pulls out a card, handing it to Mike.
ATTRACTIVE MAN #1
Call me.
MIKE
You bet...
Mike's face goes blank for a beat. He clearly doesn't
remember the man's name. The man doesn't seem to notice.
MIKE (CONT'D)
...babe.
Mike smiles and winks before sending the swooning man on his
way. His "friend" gone, Mike casually shrugs and tosses the
card in the trash can by the door.
He crosses over to the bar, sits on the stool beside Vi, and
grabs the plate of bacon and eggs sitting before the kissing
couple. They barely notice as Mike digs in.
As the camera again PANS RIGHT, more lights FLICKER, the
toaster POPS UP toast which is clearly under done. The camera
continues to PAN. The blender CUTS ON for a brief second. The
camera MOVES toward the kitchen as we:
CUT TO:
INT. FRANK'S DINER - KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
The kitchen light FLICKERS. Standing in the kitchen is TAMSIN
SINCLAIR looking VERY PREGNANT. She is busy eating from a bag
of chips. With her is FLETCHER COVINGTON. He is late
thirties, blonde hair, blue eyes, with rugged good looks. He
stares openly at Tamsin, or more specifically the two other
objects swollen by her pregnancy. Noticing Fletcher's lustful
gaze, Tamsin rolls her eyes.
TAMSIN
They're not mine!
Fletcher shoots Tamsin a questioning look.
TAMSIN (CONT'D)
(flustered)
Well, they are mine... obviously.
They're just aren't normally
this... It's the baby!
Fletcher smiles, amused. Tamsin frowns.
TAMSIN (CONT'D)
I know you fancy yourself as quite
the ladies man, but I'm big as a
bloody house! How can you stand to
look at me that way?!
FLETCHER
(in a smooth Australian
accent)
I think you're gorgeous,
sweetheart.
Tamsin blushes.
The camera PANS to the refrigerator which is pushed away from
the wall exposing the entrance to Command Central.
FADE TO:
INT. COMMAND CENTRAL - CONTINUOUS
The overhead lights FLICKER for an instant. FRANK MCGANN
glances up at the lights for a moment, and then returns his
attention to the sawed-off shot gun he is cleaning. Before
him stands BILLIE JACKSON. Billie cocks her eyebrow.
BILLIE
There it is again. I told you this
place is falling apart.
Frank gives her a cocky smile.
FRANK
And yet you can't seem to stay
away.
(cocky)
Must be my Old Spice.
Billie gives a light chuckle.
BILLIE
Let's just say that sometimes I
don't totally hate your company.
FRANK
Remember that tonight when you're
stuck helping me change out that
fuse box.
Billie again chuckles lightly for a beat. She stops and
furrows her brow.
BILLIE
Tonight? It's Friday.
Frank shrugs as if to say, "So what?"
BILLIE (CONT'D)
You don't have a date with your
lady cop friend?
Frank give's Billie a quick embarrassed smile.
FRANK
She's on a stake out. And besides,
we're not dating... really... We're
just... um...
Billie looks expectantly at Frank. The lights FLICKER again
giving Frank the chance to change the subject.
FRANK (CONT'D)
(clearing his throat)
Tonight it is then.
(beat)
We better get upstairs and start
the meeting.
Billie breaks out in a grin, enjoying Frank's embarrassment.
The two turn to the doorway and exit as the camera again PANS
RIGHT to the SPHERE CAVE. The HA'DISH PRAMATAT, the
mysterious crystal orb, sits atop its stone pillar emitting a
soft, steady glow. Suddenly the sphere begins to FLICKER, its
glow becoming brighter and erratic.
CU on the sphere as from the back, a glowing SLUG-LIKE
CREATURE crawls on top of it. It ungulates as it clings to
the mystical device. It begins to grow as we:
CUT TO:
INT. FRANK'S DINER - LATER
The gang (minus Tyler and Callie) is seated at or standing
behind the bar as normal. Lon's usual seat at the end of the
bar is conspicuously vacant.
FRANK
...and Corrine's still too busy to
train or patrol.
(to Fletcher)
Fletch. Any leads on those missing
Wilcox kids? That's three in the
last six months.
FLETCHER
Yeah. I think we might be dealing
with a Pravna Beast. They like
feeding on young, matriculating
adults. I encountered one in Sydney
once--
TAMSIN
(shaking her head)
Pravna can't exist in the Northern
Hemisphere. It's a whole "Coriolis
force" thing. Like what causes
toilets to flush in the opposite
direction.
Everyone gives Tamsin a stunned look.
TAMSIN (CONT'D)
(offended)
What? I can read, you know?
(rubbing her hand over her
ample belly)
All I have been doing lately.
FRANK
And we appreciate it. You've really
stepped up to the plate these past
few months.
(nodding toward's Lon's
empty chair)
He'd have been proud.
Tamsin gives Frank a small, appreciative smile. Mike's face
goes blank for a second. He then smiles widely, leaning
forward.
MIKE
(overly cheesy)
Score one for the Tam-meister!
He holds his fist up waiting for Tamsin to bump it. All eyes
look questioningly to Mike. He lowers his fist.
MIKE (CONT'D)
(shrugging)
Just a little something new I
thought I'd try on for size.
TAMSIN
(under her breath)
Been trying on a lot of new
"things" lately.
MIKE
(frowning)
What did you...
Noticing something behind the group, Mike freezes, the color
draining from his face.
TAMSIN
Nothing. I--
(noticing Mike)
What?
She and the gang turn to look toward the kitchen. Standing in
the doorway is KAT!
KAT
(smiling softly)
Hey, guys.
Vi, Tamsin, and Frank's faces now match Mike's as we:
CUT TO BLACK:
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
INT. FRANK'S DINER - SHORTLY LATER
The gang is now seated around a large table. Kat sits before
her shocked former teammates, Billie, Fletcher, and Rick
already in the middle of her explanation.
KAT
...and then I was just "here".
Billie interjects.
BILLIE
So you have no idea what happened?
Kat looks questioningly at Billie.
KAT
And you are?
FRANK
(to Kat)
Billie Jackson, head of Alpha team.
She's an old... friend of mine.
BILLIE
(lightly)
Not that old.
Frank chuckles. Picking up on the closeness between the two,
Kat frowns lightly and eyes Billie neutrally. Frank moves on.
FRANK
And while we're doing
introductions...
(indicating Rick)
This is Rick Thompson.
Rick gives Kat a friendly nod.
RICK
Hi.
Kat perks up and looks to Vi.
KAT
The hunky barman?
Rick's face flushes red as does Vi's. Frank looks at Kat
curiously.
KAT (CONT'D)
Mike.
FRANK
Figures.
Mike gives a cocky smirk.
KAT
(to Vi; mouthing)
Nice.
Vi gives a guilty smile. Frank continues.
FRANK
(indicating Fletcher)
And this is Fletch--
FLETCHER
(suavely)
Fletcher Covington. Watcher's
Council, Australian office. At your
service.
Fletcher extends his hand across the table. Kat takes it in
hers. Instead of shaking it, Fletcher gives her hand a suave
kiss. Vi and Tamsin give each other a quick amused look.
Frank rolls his eyes.
FRANK
(to Fletcher; amused)
Down, tiger.
(to Kat)
He's Lon's--
Mike flinches. Frank catches himself.
FRANK (CONT'D)
He transferred in a few months ago.
Kat nods.
FRANK (CONT'D)
So anyway, you have no idea why The
Powers brought you back?
KAT
(shaking her head)
It's as much a mystery to me as it
is to you. But who can figure out
why they do anything?
Agreeing, Mike nods vigorously.
MIKE
Tell me about it.
Frank turns to Mike.
FRANK
Go get on the sphere. See if you
can find out what's going on.
Mike nods grudging and stands.
KAT
(standing quickly)
Wait!
All eyes turn to look at Kat who has quickly composed
herself.
KAT (CONT'D)
It's just... Well, I just got here.
Let me enjoy being corporeal for a
day or two before The Powers That
Be ruin it with some cryptic
prophecy of gloom and doom.
All around the table nod following Kat's reasoning.
KAT (CONT'D)
Now come here and give me a hug.
Kat smiles widely and spreads out her arms. Her former
teammates smile back and stand. Tamsin and Vi fall into her
arms first, hugging the woman tightly. It's Mike's turn next.
He smiles charmingly and embraces the woman before him.
They part to reveal Frank smiling softly at Kat. She catches
his eye and returns his expression. He opens his arms.
FRANK
Come here.
Kat leaps into his arms. Frank lifts her up and swings her
around almost knocking over the table that Fletcher, Rick,
and Billie are still sitting at.
Frank sets Kat down. She grabs his face and pulls him into a
full-on lip lock. Frank is caught by surprise for a beat, but
then returns the kiss.
Billie cocks her eyebrow as she and the others watch the
couple. As the two part, Kat's face expresses pure bliss.
Frank is smiling, but looks a little dazed and confused.
The moment is broken as the bell over the door CHIMES. In
walks DETECTIVE TANYA JAMISON carrying a thermos.
Frank takes a quick, conscious step back away from Kat.
FRANK (CONT'D)
(nervously)
Tanya! Hey!
Tanya nods to Frank and the crew as she walks across the
diner toward the bar, clearly a woman on a mission.
TANYA
Just stopping by for supplies.
Detective Reed gets cranky without
his morning coffee. You got a fresh
pot?
Frank nods, doing his best to not look guilty.
Tanya continues behind the counter.
TANYA (CONT'D)
Great!
(opening her thermos)
Because if I have to listen to that
man bitch and moan any more about
this damn stakeout...
She grabs the coffee pot and fills her thermos.
TANYA (CONT'D)
Let's just say there may be another
homicide involved in this case.
She grabs her thermos and moves to the doughnuts. She grabs a
bag from behind the counter and begins to put the pastries
into it.
TANYA (CONT'D)
I'm just going to grab a few of
these too.
She puts all but three of the doughnuts in the bag, pauses
for a beat, and then adds the them also.
Tanya rounds the counter, on her way back to the door, this
time walking directly by Frank. Not stopping, she gives him a
quick peck on the lips.
TANYA (CONT'D)
Later, babe!
A beat later, and she is out the door.
Kat looks to Frank. She is clearly not happy.
Frank looks as if he has just been caught with his hand in
the cookie jar.
There is a CLICKING sound. All eyes turn toward the source.
Mike, cell phone in hand and cheesy grin on his face, has
just caught Frank's uncomfortable moment in photo form.
Frank looks back to Kat. She moves away.
FRANK
Kat! Wait--
TYLER (O.S.)
Oh my God!
Everyone freezes and looks toward Tyler's bedroom. The young
man runs excitedly into the room wearing only a pair of boxer
briefs. He stops in front of the group. Upset, Kat continues
to look away.
TYLER (CONT'D)
(to group)
Oh my God! What time is it?!
Laughing, Mike aims his phone at his buddy and clicks another
picture.
TAMSIN
Time you were wearing trousers.
Tyler looks down at himself. The camera PANS DOWN to the
front of his boxers where is written "Weapon of Mass
Destruction". A an arrow pointing down to the crotch makes
the words' meaning perfectly clear. Mike frowns.
MIKE
(annoyed)
Time you quit wearing my underwear!
I wondered where those went.
(to the gang)
They look better on me.
(back to Tyler)
On you, they're just...
Mike squints his eyes, examining the boxers and their
contents closer.
MIKE (CONT'D)
...ironic.
Tyler flushes red and quickly covers himself with his hands.
Callie enters from the bedroom, wearing a bathrobe, clutching
another robe in her hand. Seeing Tyler standing in front of
the group in his boxers, she smirks.
CALLIE
Hey, Speedy. Slow down. We're not
late.
Callie tosses Tyler the robe which he promptly puts on as she
nods "hello" to the gang.
CALLIE (CONT'D)
Put some clothes on so we can eat
breakfast.
(to the gang; slightly
embarrassed)
Excuse us.
Tyler turns to his better half by the bar. He pauses, turns
back toward the gang, and looks at Kat curiously.
TYLER
Have we met?
Kat doesn't respond, still mad at Frank. Sensing the tension,
Mike hurriedly grabs Tyler by the arm, ushering him toward
Callie.
MIKE
Let's get you dressed, Wookie boy.
(quietly)
I'll explain.
The three walk toward Tyler's room.
TYLER
(offended)
Wookie boy? I'm not that hairy.
MIKE
(scoff)
Please. You're like the 40-year-old
virgin here.
Tyler frowns as the three exit into his room.
Everyone else seems to be in a hurry to leave the area as
well.
TAMSIN
Vi, could you and Rick help me with
something over at the bar--
Vi and Rick gets Tamsin's hint.
VI
Oh, um... with the thing?
RICK
Yeah. Right.
As the three move quickly to the other side of the diner,
Fletcher stands, grabbing the folder in front of him.
FLETCHER
(to himself)
Coriolis force. Right. I'd better
check on that.
Fletcher quickly exits into the kitchen.
Kat continues to stand, arms crossed, looking away from
Frank, an angry expression on her face.
FRANK
Kat.
Frank moves to talk to her, but looks back to see Billie
still sitting at the nearby table watching the situation with
interest.
Annoyed, Frank furrows his brow and jerks his head,
indicating that she should leave. Billie gives a sly smile,
shrugs, stands, and walks toward the kitchen.
Alone at last, Frank approaches Kat.
FRANK (CONT'D)
(softly)
Kat.
He gently takes her shoulders into his hands, attempting to
draw her closer. She pulls away.
FRANK (CONT'D)
Kat. Look. I'm sorry.
Kat's shoulders slump as some of the tension leaves her body.
Her face softens.
KAT
(shaking her head)
No, Frank. I'm sorry. It's not your
fault. I was dead. I've been dead
for a year.
Kat gives him a slight smirk.
KAT (CONT'D)
A sexy guy like you was bound to
find someone to hook up with
eventually.
Frank gives a small relieved smile. Kat smiles also.
KAT (CONT'D)
But that doesn't matter. Now that
I'm back, we can pick up where we
left off.
Frank gives a startled look.
FRANK
Huh--
KAT
(smiling happily)
We can finally have the
relationship that we should have
had.
FRANK
Kat.
KAT
The relationship we were robbed of!
You and me! It will be perfect!
FRANK
Kat!
Kat snaps out of her revelry.
FRANK (CONT'D)
(shaking his head)
Kat. No.
A mix of emotions flickers across Kat's face.
KAT
(unbelieving)
Come on Frank. You don't mean that.
Let's get out of here. Go to our
special place. Just the two of us.
We can talk.
FRANK
(firmly)
It can't happen.
KAT
Why?! Because of Miss "Coffee and
Doughnuts"?!
(beat)
Are you in love with her?
FRANK
We're...
Frank looks confused, unable to define what he and Tanya
have.
FRANK (CONT'D)
It doesn't matter. This has nothing
to do with Tanya.
Kat continues to frown, but calms down slightly, interested
in what Frank has to say.
FRANK (CONT'D)
It's this.
Frank motions at the diner.
FRANK (CONT'D)
It's what we do here.
Frank takes Kat's hands. Sitting down, she sits with him.
FRANK (CONT'D)
Tamsin and James. Me and you. Mike
and Lon. You've seen what happens.
Hell, you were what happened.
Kat's face softens.
FRANK (CONT'D)
This job's just too dangerous,
sugar. I won't go through that
again.
Kat nods. She falls into Frank's arms, hugging him tightly.
Frank in return, strokes her hair softly.
At the bar, Tamsin, Vi, and Rick have been surreptitiously
watching the scene with interest.
Mike, Tyler, and Callie (the latter two now dressed) exit
from Tyler's room and make their way quietly to behind the
counter.
MIKE
(to Tamsin)
Guess mom and dad made up.
TAMSIN
Not exactly.
Mike looks curiously at Tamsin.
TAMSIN (CONT'D)
Lip reading.
TYLER
You can do that?
Tamsin smiles and shrugs.
TAMSIN
One of my many hidden talents.
(beat)
I'm also quite skilled in scrap
booking.
She nods lightly across the room at the seated couple. The
two rise and walks upstairs, exiting from view.
TAMSIN (CONT'D)
Apparently, they're just to
be friends.
Mike and Tyler nod, taking in this information.
VI
(sigh)
That's so sad.
Mike reaches for a doughnut. CU on his hand as it maneuvers
around the plate searching for its quarry. An annoyed look
comes to his face.
MIKE
I'll tell you what's sad- Tanya
took all the damn doughnuts! Again!
All at the counter eye Mike disdainfully.
MIKE (CONT'D)
(noticing their glares;
clueless)
What?
The five continue to look at Mike. He finally gets it.
MIKE (CONT'D)
Hey, lovers come and go, but the
bond between a man and his lemon
jelly is forever.
TAMSIN
(under her breath; snarky)
You'd know about coming and going,
wouldn't you.
Mike doesn't notice Tamsin's comment and continues on his
tirade.
MIKE
What? No sympathy?
(to Tyler and Rick)
Come on, dudes. Creature comforts
beat lovers any day. You're with
me, right?
RICK
(holding up his hands)
Leave me out of this, man.
All female eyes now turn toward Tyler warning him to choose
his words wisely.
TYLER
Sorry, bud. You're on your own.
MIKE
(smirking)
You might want to check your
precious coffee supply before you
pick sides.
Tyler squints his eyes curiously and turns toward the coffee
machine. He pulls the carafe from the machine. EMPTY!
TYLER
No.
(beat)
NO! I NEED my coffee!
Mike gives a satisfied smile and pats Tyler on the shoulder.
MIKE
(sarcastically)
But look on the bright side, you've
still got the love of a good woman.
Tamsin, Vi, and Callie give appalled looks.
TAMSIN
You're so childish.
Mike sticks out his tongue at her. He then smiles, turns, and
exits into the kitchen, chuckling to himself.
CALLIE
(to Tyler)
I know you've heard me say this a
million times, but your friend's a
dick.
(beat)
Guess there really is something to
that old adage- you are what you--
Tyler isn't listening to Callie. Instead, he is frantically
trying to make a new pot of coffee.
Seeing this, Callie huffs and turns back to Vi and Tamsin.
CALLIE (CONT'D)
Men!
VI
Hey!
(grabbing Rick's arm)
I've got a good one!
As Tyler continues to make the coffee, CU on a GLOWING SLUG
as it makes its way up the back of the machine.
VI (CONT'D)
Sexy. Nice. Owns his own business.
Did I mention sexy?
RICK
Stop.
VI
Show 'em your butt.
RICK
(blushing)
Stop!
VI
Isn't that cute!
Vi hugs Rick's arm tighter. The other two women roll their
eyes. Clearly they've heard it all before.
Tyler turns the machine on. The lights on it FLICKER. He
SMACKS the side of the machine trying to get it to work.
CU on the slug as it begins to GLOW brighter.
Tyler SMACKS the machine harder. This catches the others'
attention. They turn to look at the frustrated man.
VI (CONT'D)
Break that and Frank will kill you.
TAMSIN
And not just figuratively. Check
the cord. Perhaps it's not plugged
in properly.
CU of Tyler's hand reaching behind the machine. His hand is
mere inches from the glowing slug! He continues to feel
around for the plug, several times almost touching the slimy
creature!
Unable to locate the plug, Tyler retrieves his hand. He grabs
either side of the machine and pulls it away from the wall
slightly. He bends over the top of the machine so that he can
see better.
Looking into the space he just created, he spots the plug and
pushes it firmly into the socket. The glow of the slug
catches his eye.
TYLER
What the--
The slug LEAPS at his face as we:
CUT TO BLACK:
END OF ACT ONE
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