"Fate 1x08: Passions of a beautiful life"

                           by

                        Roonblah
       Based on characters created by Joss Whedon


                           TEASER





FADE IN:

EXT. TOWN - DAY

The birds are singing. The sun is shining. The tree tops
radiate shades of healthy greenness.

A SIGN happily announces: PLEASANT FALLS, FORGET YOUR
TROUBLES AND SMILE

EXT. GUEST HOUSES - DAY

A bright, pastel-blue painted door opens and SAMUEL steps
out, reading a tourist brochure on the town. JASON follows,
and shuts the door behind him. He pulls on his shades and
takes in the sight around them. They're surrounded by a few
other touristy chalets; all equally colourful and vibrant.
Samuel is rapt in the booklet and doesn't notice--

NADYA, DAWN and DEVON approach from another direction. Nadya
and Dawn are dressed to take full advantage of the sunshine.
Devon's dress sense, unsurprisingly, shows little regard for
daylight. She shuffles along, staring at the ground.

Dawn takes a big, noisy SLURP from her slurpie. Jason smiles.

                      JASON
                  (as Dawn suppresses a
                  burp)
          Ladies.

Nadya gives him a dazzling grin. He returns it half-heartedly,
but his eyes stray briefly to Devon. She doesn't acknowledge
him; her eyes are fixedly locked on her feet.

Dawn loudly drains her slurpie. She yanks out the straw,
revealing a very purple tongue.

                      DAWN
          Keys locked up?

                      JASON
          Safe in safe.

                      NADYA
          And to make absolutely sure...


                                                            2.


She pulls a vial of red POWDER from her wrap. She lines the
bottom of the door with the powder. It glows and disappears.

                      DAWN
          Hooboy, that brings back
          memories. Lemme guess. Hell
          god alarm?

                      NADYA
          Magic dampener. A crude, but
          effective way to shield the
          keys from anyone trying to
          detect them.

She gives Dawn a blank expression; one that plainly says
she's trying not to smile.

                      DAWN
                  (prompts)
          And?

                      NADYA
          And acts as an alarm if anyone
          but me tries to enter.

Dawn smiles. She knew it. She licks some ice off her straw.

Satisfied, the group heads down the street and into the
centre of town. Samuel isn't seeing much of the surrounds.
His nose is firmly stuck in the booklet. He is guided along
by the movement of the others.

EXT. TOWN, OPEN PLAZA - SAME

Dawn sees a bin and tosses her slurpie in it. There's no
litter to be seen anywhere; everything is clean, neat, with
no sign of poverty or bad taste. Even the cars sparkle.

                      DAWN
          So what's our plan for today?
          This is the first time we don't
          have to go hunting for a key.
          I say we play hookie. Who's
          with me?

                      JASON
          Amen sister! My vote is for
          mini chocolate eclaires and
          duckshoot at the faire.

                      DAWN
                  (hopefully)
          There's a faire?


                                                            3.


                      SAMUEL
          Hmm.

Everyone stops and turns. Samuel is frowning at the brochure.

                      JASON
          What's the problem?

                      DAWN
          Don't say there's a problem.
                  (whine)
          We're going to the faire.

Samuel looks up and blinks; as if noticing for the first
that everyone is there.

                      SAMUEL
          This map is inaccurate. I can't
          find this road, much less the
          address of the man Mister Giles
          wishes me to meet. Do you
          suppose there's another
          Pleasant falls in Canada?

Jason snatches the brochure from Samuel. He gives it a brief
glance, loses interest and tosses it behind him. Devon
reaches out and catches it with little effort.

                      JASON
          Not a problem. I'll take care
          of it. But you sure you read
          that secret code of yours right?

Samuel gives him a withering glare.

                      NADYA
          It was rather fortunate that
          you Watchers had the foresight
          to create a code.

Samuel laughs heartily.

                      SAMUEL
          It wasn't foresight. It was a
          game. Most of us had no
          intention of being serious old
          men when we were younger. So
          we played with old codes while
          we shirked our duties at the
          academy. Of course, the key
          was to pretend we didn't know
          them after we left.
                      (MORE)


                                                            4.


                      SAMUEL (CONT'D)
          It was tradition.
                  (sombre)
          Those were simpler times.

Jason steps to the curb and wolf-whistles. A shiny, yellow
taxi pulls up beside him. He smiles at the others, and leans
down to the driver and has a conversation.

                      DAWN
          So much for thinking he had
          Wolverine tracking skills. So
          who is this guy you're meeting?

                      SAMUEL
          Someone with a key. That is
          all I know. But perhaps, he
          will know more about this
          Melarna character.

Dawn smiles hopefully; it's a slim hope.

                      JASON
          Address is right. Good man
          Francis here will take you
          there and wait for you.

                      SAMUEL
          Off I go then. Try and behave.

Samuel smiles at them, and gets into the cab. Jason taps the
roof of the cab and it drives off obediently.

                      JASON
          And that takes us officially
          out of the treasure hunt.
          Playtime begins. Suggestions
          anyone?

                      DAWN
          Still voting for the faire. I
          like carousels.

Jason turns to Devon. His eyes linger as he waits.

                      DEVON
                  (shrugs)
          Whatever.

                      NADYA
          Taxi!

Dawn and Jason turn questioningly to Nadya.


                                                            5.


Nadya is no longer dressed in casual clothes, but rather a
BRIGHT RED POWER SUIT with an expensive executive brief case.
Her make-up and hairstyle are both severe. She taps her foot
impatiently as she waits for a cab.

                      NADYA
          I'm going to be late for my
          meeting.

Jason and Dawn exchange resigned looks.

                      DAWN
                  (pout)
          No faire.

                                            FADE OUT.

                         END TEASER


                                                            6.



                            ACT I





FADE IN:

EXT. OPEN PLAZA - DAY

Jason and Dawn stare at their newly furbished Nadya, at a
complete loss for words. Nadya doesn't look at them, her
eyes are scanning the road for a taxi. Devon watches with
raised eyebrows, almost amused.

                      JASON
          Uhh. Nadya.

She ignores him. He shrugs at Dawn; she shakes her head. She
has no clue. He tries again, this time going up to Nadya and
tapping her on the shoulder.

                      JASON
          Excuse me.

Nadya looks at him, a superior look of annoyance on her face.
It quickly changes when she realises what a dish he is. Her
eyes roam over him; dangerous, feral, in charge. She steps
forward with a sway of her hips and stretching of the lips

Jason backs off as much as he can without physically taking
any steps backward.

                      NADYA
          Well hello. What can I
 do for
          you?

                      JASON
                  (uncomfortable)
          Uh.

He looks to Devon and Dawn for support. Nothing there but
Devon enjoying him squirm. He turns back to Nadya.

                      JASON (CONT.)
          So. Are you feeling okay? You
          know, yourself? Human?
                  (fielding)
          Possessed?

                      NADYA
                  (excuse me)
          What?


                                                            7.


Now she's the one backing up. Taking in all three of them
watching her closely like she's a lab rat.

                      NADYA
          You're not one of those weird
          religious cults are you?

                      JASON
          No! No. Nothing like that. You
          just seem... upset. Not in
          character. I mean not-

Jason can't seem to believe what the fudge he's talking about.
He reverts to a trusted favourite: he lays on the deep-fried
southern voice. The husky lazy drawl, not the Kentucky
hillbilly soprano.

                      JASON
                  (the sex)
          I was just thinking that
          someone like you shouldn't
          wear that frown. It's the wrong
          outfit. What's the problem?
          Can I make it better?

Devon gags: can he be any smarmier? Dawn is keeping her laugh
to herself. Nadya actually buys it.

                      NADYA
          I'm late. Big day. Got places
          to be.

                      JASON
          Skip it. We'll do something
          better.

                      NADYA
          Mmm you do tempt me, but I
          can't set a bad example. I'm
          the new boss after all.

                      JASON
          Boss. Really. Of what?

                      NADYA
                  (like it means
                  something)
          Jettacon.

                      JASON
          That's. Unexpected.


                                                            8.


                      NADYA
          Yes I know. I'm the youngest
          vice president in the company's
          history.

                      JASON
          Calls for celebration huh?

                      NADYA
          I'll be free all night, Mister...

                      JASON
          Mandrake. Jason.

                      NADYA
          I know that name.

Jason waits hopefully.

                      NADYA
          Jayne and Keif Mandrake,
          Mandrake Enterprises, Mandragon
          international?

                      JASON
                  (not the answer he was
                  hoping for)
          Yeah, that'd be it.

The fact pleases Nadya.

                      NADYA
          I look forward to our dealings
          then. Nicole. Diamond. Don't
          forget my name. I'll be
          expecting yours to be announced
          at Surestimé. Eight o' clock.
                  (switch to annoyance)
          Excuse me, what
 are you looking
          at?

Nadya glares at Devon, who is staring past her, over her
shoulder.

                      DEVON
                  (dismissive)
          Nothing you'd notice.
                  (to the others)
          It's a localised enchantment,
          not a possession.

                      NADYA
          Wh-


                                                            9.


                      DAWN
          How do you know?

                      DEVON
          It's not just her.

Dawn and Jason peer across at a BUS STOP.

ON AN OLDER COUPLE

                      WIFE
          Harold! Harold! What is the
          matter with you?

                      HAROLD
          Don't think I'll sing! I know
          them tricks. I ain't going
          back to the slammer.

He backs away from this wife.

                      WIFE
          Slammer? You've never been to
          jail. You've never even had a
          parking ticket. Harold!

Harold runs away from the bus stop. Some ONLOOKERS look very
uncomfortable; others don't notice at all. Nadya is one of
them. She is growing more concerned with these weirdos by
the second.

                      JASON
          Okay, so magick it is. What
          are we thinking? Mind
          transference?

                      DAWN
          Ooh. Costumes that turn people
          into what they're wearing.

                      JASON
          Except Nadya wasn't wearing
          the red suit before she became
          Le Femme Le Trump.

                      NADYA (OS)
                  (high-pitched shout)
          Taxi!

A car SCREECHES to a halt. Nadya hurries to open the door
and throws in her case.


                                                           10.


                      JASON
          Wait! Nady- Nicole. We can't
          split up.

                      NADYA
          You people are completely
          looney. Up your dosages.
                  (climbs in)
          Oh, and in case my rather
          impressive escape hasn't clued
          you in, dinner is off!

She slams the door shut and the cab pulls away. The trio
resignedly watches it go.

                      JASON
          Great.

He sighs and turns back to Devon and Dawn.

                      JASON
          Uhm. Girls.

Dawn and Devon turn around. The open plaza has now become
one of those coffee spots with tables taking over the entire
plaza. The nearest table is right next to Devon and Dawn.
PATRONS are at the table sipping tea, lattes or coffees like
the joint had always been there.

Overly pretty WAITERS and WAITRESSES wander around the tables;
they don't seem to have been hired for their waitressing
skills.

A sign helpfully announces COFFEE SPOT - THE ONLY SPOT TO BE.

                      JASON
          Stay tuned for another
          thrilling mind-job.

EXT. WORLEY HOUSE - DAY

The cab stops. Samuel climbs out and looks at the house. In
comparison to the town, it is dark, ominous and imposing.

                      FRANCIS
          I'll wait here mister, like
          the young fella said.

                      SAMUEL
          Yes. Thank you.

Samuel seems reluctant to go to the house. He starts toward
the door and knocks when he reaches it. He waits a few
moments before he hears the door being unlocked.


                                                           11.


There is more than one latch.

The door is pulled open and a wizened bitter face pokes out,
JAKOB WORLEY (80s).

                      WORLEY
          Eh. You that Zabuto?

                      SAMUEL
          Yes, Samuel Zabuto, pleased to-

                      WORLEY
                  (turning away)
          Come in if you're going to.

He shuffles off. Samuel steps inside.

INT. WORLEY HOUSE - SAME

                      WORLEY
          Shut the door.

Samuel does so with a frown. He peers down the hallway and
sees the back of Worley enter a room. Samuel follows.

INT. SITTING ROOM - DAY

Worley shuffles over to a large, cozy chair. He doesn't seem
to care for the rituals of hospitality.

Samuel picks a spot on a couch opposite the man.

                      WORLEY
          You're a Watcher aren't you?

                      SAMUEL
          Yes-

                      WORLEY
          Smell Watcher all over you.
          Nosy, interfering busy-bodies.
          Just want, want, want.

                      SAMUEL
          I'm sorry, but what-

                      WORLEY
          Bah. Phone me in the night
          asking about Goddesses and the
          Key. What Key? There's no one

          Key. And now they want the one
          I have. I found it. It was at
          great expense too.
                      (MORE)


                                                           12.


                      WORLEY (CONT'D)
          I know an it
 in another
          dimension who catalogued it by
          its resonance and contacted me.
          But no, Watchers have to
          interfere. Give it to him, he
          says. Or he'll call the coven.
          It's blackmail. My collection
          isn't dangerous-

                      SAMUEL
          I don't understand. Mister
          Giles-

                      WORLEY
          Hmm. Another Watcher. Thinks
          he's different does he? And
          this mess with the slayers...
          Hmmm. Watchers.

Samuel takes a deep breath.

                      SAMUEL
          Look. I came here for a key. A
          key I was told you had and
          were willing to give me. If
          you have changed your mind,
          then I suggest you tell me now
          so that I can make plans to
          retrieve it without your
          permission. I assure you, we
          have more need for that key
          than you do, and you would not
          like the methods of the other
          people after it.

Worley stares at Samuel - a tense showdown - and bursts into
laughter.

EXT. COFFEE SPOT - DAY

Dawn, Devon and Jason sit at a table in silence. A pretty
waiter drops off three cups of tea, smiles and leaves. They
still sit without moving, regarding their teas. Their
conversation is completely relaxed.

                      DAWN
                  (off hand)
          Why did I order tea? I hate
          tea. Giles couldn't even make
          me drink tea.

She takes a sip. Everyone shrugs, and drinks their tea.


                                                           13.


                      JASON
          Okay. Solutions. Or a
          definition of the actual
          problem. What do we know?

                      DAWN
          Nadya is a totally different
          character, complete with
          matching briefcase. We're
          drinking tea in a place that
          didn't exist this morning. And
          I don't know, I'm not, not...

They all glaze off, thoughtful.

           DEVON                            JASON
  Worried?                         Worried?

                      DAWN
          Yeah. I feel like I could sit
          here...

                      JASON
          All day.

                      DEVON
          And talk.

                      JASON
          You know, I'm getting that too.
          Like I actually want to
          exposition.

                      DAWN
          It'd be kinda pleasant if it
          wasn't so...

                      JASON
          Mind-numbingly boring.

                      DAWN
          Yeah..

Devon stares off into the distance and gives a funny little
wave toward something.

                      DEVON
          An answer.

Dawn and Jason turn in their seats, not too concerned.

                      JASON
                  (plainly)
          What the heck is that?


                                                           14.


In the middle of the plaza, a WOMAN (DAYDREAMER) sits at a
table, staring at nothing - daydreaming. Behind her-

HER DAYDREAM

A FUZZY, GAUSIAN scene plays out in its own SEPARATE BUBBLE
alongside the woman. There is a HOTTIE in an unbuttoned silk
shirt holding another WOMAN, dressed exactly as Daydreamer,
with a crappy wig that mimics her hairstyle. The pose is
very much a Johanna Lindsey cover.

                      DEVON
          A dream sequence. And that-
                  (points)
          -is a flashback.

ON THE FLASHBACK

A teenage BOY (Angry teen) leans over an older MAN lying on
the floor. Angry teen is wearing a cut off T-shirt and denims,
very much the rebel. The older man wears a tuxedo. There is
a false looking red SPLASH on the white shirt above the
cummerbund. Angry teen is crying fake tears.

                      ANGRY TEEN
                  (to himself)
          You bastard, Conroy. You killed
          my father. I'll get my revenge.
          If it's the last thing I do. I
          swear.

Angry teen stands up and clenches his fists.

The FLASHBACK ENDS. Angry teen's clothes are now different,
more mature. The older man is wearing slacks and a golf shirt.
He gets up - extremely confused - and wanders away. Angry
teen hasn't even noticed.

                      ANGRY TEEN
                  (to himself)
          Oh yes Conroy. My revenge will
          be sweet. You will not see me
          coming. Oh no.

He gives a snarl and stalks off.

Dawn starts to laugh.

                      DAWN
          Oh no. It can't be.

                      DEVON
          I think it is.


                                                           15.


                      JASON
          What are you talking about?

                      DEVON
          It's daytime serial.

Jason just raises an eyebrow; he doesn't get it.

                      DEVON
          A soap opera. We're in a soap
          opera. A real life soap opera.

                      DAWN
          Oh, that's a relief.

                      JASON
          Why is that exactly?

                      DAWN
          Because I think I know how it
          could have happened. Which
          means we get to save the day.

                      JASON
          Let me guess. A key did it.

                      DAWN
                  (affronted)
          No.
                  (thinks)
          No. It's a demon. Red skin,
          horns, fire, zoot suit.

                      JASON
          Beelzebub?

                      DAWN
          Not unless he lied to me. He
          told me his name was Sweet
          between musical numbers. He
          came to Sunnydale. Life became
          a musical. Singing, dancing,
          weird guys with wooden heads.
                  (off their looks)
          I don't know what was up with that.
          He's an okay demon as far as
                      (MORE)


                                                           16.


                      DAWN (CONT'D)
          they go, no world domination
          plans, but he wanted to marry
          me at age 15 and almost made
          my sister burst into flames
          after she bitch-slapped her
          friends with a contemporary
          pop hit.
                  (shrugs, old news)
          He only shows up when he's
          invited and my guess is, he'll
          be hanging out at the coolest
          digs this town has. Did I just
          say digs? He took over
          Sunnydale's only night spot.
          We've got to nick him in the
          bud before people immolate.
          Unless...

                      JASON
          What? How could it get any
          worse than this?

                      DAWN
          Well, maybe people will melt
          into soap bubbles instead of
          crispy people-chips. I'm not
          sure if the same thing will
          happen. New rules.

                      DEVON
                   (inspects the brochure)
          This coffee spot, a community
          auditorium and a pseudo-Irish
          pub are the only social
          gathering places. But we'd
          also better check for deaths
          by burning.

                      JASON
          Goody. Field trip to the morgue.

                      DEVON
          I'll do it. You don't have the
          stomach.

                      JASON
          Yes I do.

                      DEVON
          No you don't.

                      JASON
          I've seen plenty dead things.


                                                           17.


                      DEVON
          Should I remind you about the
          quaint little cave with the
          firedragon and the pile in the
          corner that consisted of equals
          parts fresh red-

                      JASON
                  (squeamish)
          Please don't describe.

                      DEVON
          So you want to go to the morgue?

                      JASON
                  (casually)
          No, you can go.

Devon shakes her head.

                      DAWN
          Ookay. I've got the auditorium,
          Devon's got the morgue and you
          get a pub.
                  (looks around)
          Definitely no red demon here.
          Meet back here in an hour?

                      JASON
          Sure. Unless we turn into
          someone else.

INT. JETTACON, LOBBY - DAY

Nadya looks radiantly regal in front of a crowd of OFFICE
WORKERS. Beside is a bouncy man in a suit, TONY. Most of the
office workers have goofy smiles on their faces, like they're
extras. A few are completely flummoxed.

                      TONY
          I know we're all really excited
          about the new direction. Onward
          and upward. Ookay. I know
          you're all welling on the
          inside. So, without further
          ado, the woman who will
          shepherd in this new era of
          business for Jettacon, our new
          vice president.

Tony begins to clap enthusiastically, ushering in everyone
else to do the same.


                                                           18.


Nadya glows, in the non-demony way, under the spotlight. She
raises her hands to still the crowd.

                      NADYA
          Thank you. Thank you. Let me
          just say I'm absolutely
          optimistic about Jettacon's
          future prospects. You've done
          well to make this the most
          profitable company in this
          town. But I see more. For us.
          I look forward to steering
          this ship to greater horizons.
          To pushing the boundaries and
          seeking new avenues. To growing
          Jettacon into the most
          successful enterprise in the
          country.

She gives a salesman-smile to the crowd. Tony and most of
the office workers clap along really enthusiastically. Nadya
basks in it.

                      CONFUSED WORKER 1
          Uhm dude, when did we get vice
          presidents around here?

                      CONFUSED WORKER 2
          Dude, when did the company
          change its name from 'Tony's
          print jobs'?
                  (looks around)
          Where's my desk man?

INT. SITTING ROOM - DAY

Worley hands Samuel a pipe-like bronze antique, the KEY.
Samuel's eyes shift to the door. He starts to get up.

Worley pours Samuel another cup of tea. His escape thwarted
by good manners, Samuel sits back in his seat and politely
smiles at the cup.

                      SAMUEL
          If you don't mind my asking,
          how did you know this was a-

                      WORLEY
          Key of Mammitu. Oh I liked the
          legend, not very popular among
          'proper' circles you know.
          Scholars like to think
          Mammitu's brother just willed
          his way into hell, but not
          even Gods have that power.


                                                           19.


                      SAMUEL
          I'm not familiar with the
          entire history.

                      WORLEY
          Only a select few are. Proper
          circles. Downplay the mythology
          and you downplay the threat.
          You understand this of course?

Worley peers over his tea-cup at Samuel. It's a small test.

                      SAMUEL
          Yes. It's happened for
          centuries between Slayers and
          Watchers, and the Council and
          their emissaries.

                      WORLEY
          At least you are an honest
          Watcher. I've been told to
          tell you all I know, but I
          know nothing of this being
          Melarna.

                      SAMUEL
          Do you perhaps know why they
          would need all of these keys
          to reclaim her?

                      WORLEY
          A theory only.

                      SAMUEL
          I'd be interested in hearing it.

                      WORLEY
          Reality is made of walls. Do
          you agree?
                  (off Samuel's nod)
          To get through a solid,
          insurmountable obstacle, one
          must... punch
 a doorway between
          the walls of reality. The
          Triunctura created strong walls.
          Very strong. So you would need
          to use the true energy itself,
          or something very close to it
          to get through.
                      (MORE)


                                                           20.


                      WORLEY (CONT'D)
          Anyone seeking to harness the
          objects that were originally
          created to safely control that
          energy, must be attempting to
          do that. This Melarna must be
          imprisoned in the deepest of
          dimensions. Nasty people often
          are.
                  (waves over the key in
                  Samuel's hand)
          The original keys of Mammitu
          have long since been destroyed
          by time, but that key and its
          brethren may very well do the
          same job.

Samuel looks down at the key, thinking.

                      SAMUEL
          These are copies?

                      WORLEY
          No no, not quite. Still
          original. They were reforged a
          few hundred years ago when the
          Triunctura were rediscovered.

                      SAMUEL
          What is this Triunctura? I
          have researched portals
          extensively in the past and
          never heard of it before.

                      WORLEY
          The Triunctura is another of
          those unpopular theories that
          serious scholars choose to
          debase. But I know
, and others
          like me know. We are not wrong.
                  (leans back)
          I like expulsionists. They
          truly believe that gods and
          angels waged wars against the
          demons and monsters to claim
          this plane for mortals. It
          wasn't like that, you know.
          They were all expelled, all of
          them, good and evil. The
          Triunctura was never given a
          true name. We don't know where
          it came from or how it was
          made, but we know this.
                      (MORE)


                                                           21.


                      WORLEY (CONT'D)
          It was a trinity of energy
          that spilled out and built the
          walls to our world, dividing
          sides and pushing all other
          powers from our dimension. It
          created order from chaos and
          it is why we have a world to
          claim as our own.

Samuel shifts in his seat: this is a big piece of news for
him. Worley glances at the key again.

                      WORLEY
          So yes, people choose to ignore
          that the Triunctura is fact.
          It is a safer belief, because
          the truth is far more
          frightening than demons and
          angels and wars. That key in
          your hand, even with all its
          brothers cannot come close to
          the power of the Triunctura.
          Keys and spells  can take you
          to other mortal planes, and
          though some may seem hellish
          or heavenly, they are merely
          grains of sand on the beach
          overlooking the true walls
          between worlds. Walls that
          should never be breached.

                      SAMUEL
                  (dry mouth)
          And where is this Triunctura now?

                      WORLEY
                  (sadly)
          Destroyed. Knights during the
          Crusades found the trinity and
          razed it with holy fire to
          prevent evil from using it. I
          suppose it was for the best.
          Improperly used, the power
          could be used to collapse the
          walls between worlds and
          unleash never-ending chaos.

Worley stares into nothing.


                                                           22.


OFF SAMUEL'S CONCERN

EXT. TOWN - DAY

Dawn walks along the streets by herself. A girl on a mission.

                      WORLEY (VO)
          Still. I would give a thousand
          wealths to see such a power.

                                            FADE OUT.

END ACT I


                                                           23.



                           ACT II





FADE IN:

EXT. AUDITORIUM - DAY

The auditorium isn't massive, but there are a fair amount of
people going into and out of it. There is a big colourful
banner hanging over the door.

INSERT: PLEASANT FALLS DANCE-OFF

Dawn smiles, pretty impressed with herself.

INT. AUDITORIUM - SAME

Dawn marches inside and immediately scans the crowd milling
in front of the make-shift STAGE.

There's no red demon in a zoot suit to be seen.

                      TICKET GIRL (OS)
          Hi there. You want to put you
          put your name down for the
          dance-off tonight?

A cheery TEENAGE GIRl pops beside Dawn with a clipboard.
Dawn blinks at her, distracted.

                      TICKET GIRL
          It's a great prize. A full pub
          lunch for two.
                  (whispers and nods
                  over at someone)
          Plus, it's a good way to
          impress a certain guy of your
          dreams.

Dawn ignores whoever she's referring to.

                      DAWN
          Are there any backrooms to
          this place?

                      TICKET GIRL
          Uhm no. Only a closet of a
          ladies room. I suggest you
          change before you get here.
          But we do have a huge selection
          of music, so that's not a
          problem.


                                                           24.


                      DAWN
          So what you see here is what
          you get. Nothing strange going
          on?

                      TICKET GIRL
          Only some old guy dancing the
          robot. I bet he's like thirty.

                      DAWN
          Okay then. Buh bye.

She turns to go, and almost collides face first with a tall,
blonde hottie. He could be in his mid-twenties, but he's
wearing a high school football jacket. He's flanked by THREE
CHEERLEADERS and a couple of no-necked JOCKS.

                      BRIDGE
          Well lookey, lookey who decided
          to show up. Bit early in the
          day for you, huh freak?

His pals snicker at his so-called insult.

                      DAWN
                  (WTF)
          Excuse me?

                      BRIDGE
          You honestly think you have a
          chance in the dance-off?
                  (he smiles back at his
                  pals)
          Or have you finally opted to
          give in to your true nature
          and be the joke of the universe?
          I could use a good laugh.

Again, his posse laugh in agreement. Dawn rolls her eyes.

                      DAWN
          Okay, I'm not going to take
          this personally because you're
          stuck in some drama, but get

          real
. I'm not a cast member in
          your fantasy so go find someone
          else to play the clichèd boy-
          hates-loser-girl-or-does-he
          storyline. Kinda outgrew that
          a swallowed high school ago.

She brushes past him and the psuedo-hyenas, more important
things on her mind.  Bridge regards her for a moment, almost
curiously.


                                                           25.


EXT. COFFEE SPOT - DAY

Samuel is deep in thought. He wonders into the coffee spot,
dodging tables, chairs and patrons without really noticing
them.

                      JASON (OS)
          Yo Sam.

Samuel scans his surrounds and sees Jason at a table with a
tall latte in front of him. He moves across to join him.

                      JASON
          You look as bad as I feel.
          Rough time with the little old
          man?

                      SAMUEL
          Uh, no, not really. Where's Dawn?

                      JASON
          Nancy Drewing. Trying to solve
          our current dilemma.

                      SAMUEL
          Oh. We have a dilemma?

                      JASON
          When don't we have one? This
          week's theme is losing our
          minds.
                  (thinks)
          Again. Town's under some sort
          of spell. Nadya got hit by it.
          She thinks she's the queen of
          the business world. It's really
          scary.

He stares into his latte.

                      SAMUEL
          If it's a spell, we should be
          able to reverse the effects.
          I'm sure you don't need to be
          afraid for her.


                                                           26.


                      JASON
          I'm not afraid for her, it's
          this
.
                  (energetically waves
                  over the latte)
          Followed my lead. It was dead.
          Came back here and ordered a
          double mocha latte with
          hazelnut creme. What the hell
          is that? I don't know! I bet
          it's a fruity LA thing.
                  (shakes his head)
          And feelings! I want to talk
          about my "feelings".
                  (almost pleading)
          Make it stop.

Samuel is more than a little confused. Jason sighs and glares
at the latte again.

                      JASON
          Me and Nadya make sense, don't
          you think?

                      SAMUEL
                  (uncomfortable)
          Uh-

                      JASON
          She's pretty. I'm pretty. We
          have healthy egos. It would
          make sense that we'd want to
          be with each other and make
          each other feel good about
          ourselves, and not constantly
          put me down and give me the
          cold shoulder, or just pretend
          I don't exist. She's so
          confusing.

                      SAMUEL
                  (really trying)
          She is
 under a spell.

                      JASON
          Huh? No, we're not talking
          about Nadya. That's what I'm
          saying, Me and Nadya make sense.
          This.
                  (gestures at himself)
          This
 does not make sense. I
          can't think of a single thing
          we have in common, but I keep circling.
          She's probably the last person
                      (MORE)


                                                           27.


                      JASON (CONT'D)
          I should have in my head. But
          there she is.

                      SAMUEL
          I'm sorry, are we talking
          about... Dawn?

                      JASON
                  (fast)
          I wish. Having sappy,
          unnecessary dialogue about a
          magical key in human form with
          an older sister that could
          beat me to a bloody pulp seems
          preferable to the reality.
                  (takes a gulp of latte)
          I'm so screwed.

Samuel doesn't have a response; he doesn't have a clue. He
glances to the side and sees a MAN COLLAPSE DRAMATICALLY.
Jason doesn't even react.

                      DOCTOR
          Let me past. I'm a doctor.

The doctor rushes over and kneels down by the man.

                      SAMUEL
          Oh my...

                      JASON
          Don't worry about it.

The doctor stands up and sternly regards the crowd around him.

                      DOCTOR
          I'm afraid...
                  (dramatic pause)
          This man is in a coma.

There are collective GASP from the onlookers. A woman SCREAMS
and faints.

                      JASON
          You can't walk from one end of
          this town to the other without
          tripping over some poor schmuch
          in a coma. Someone needs to
          give this town better storylines.

He shakes his head.


                                                           28.


                      DAWN (OS)
          Someone needs to give this TV
          an off switch.

She slouches into a chair.

                      JASON
                  (blandly)
          No red demon?

                      DAWN
                  (nods)
          No red demon.

She glances at the commotion.

                      DAWN
                  (blandly)
          Another coma?

                      JASON
                  (nods)
          Another coma.

                      DEVON
          No dead bodies at the morgue
          either.

Jason stands up, smiling. He pulls out a chair for her. She
stares at him like he's grown a second head. He catches
himself and sits down quickly. Devon shakes it off and sits
down beside him.

                      DEVON
          There's been two deaths in the
          past few days. One guy got up
          and left the morgue claiming
          to be his own twin brother.
          The other body disappeared.

                      DAWN
          He's probably someone's arch
          nemesis. So we're back on
          square one. Okay, time for the
          Watcher to get with the
          theories.
                  (turning toward Samuel)
          Oh, did you get the key okay?

She double-takes. Jason and Devon's eyes widen.

Samuel has gone Shaft. He's got the leather jacket, the
shades; he's channeling the inner tough guy.


                                                           29.


He licks his thumb and flicks to another page on a small,
pocket-sized notebook. He poises his pencil above the page.

                      SAMUEL
                  (New york cop)
          So this key, you say it's
          expensive, very elite?

                      DAWN
          Oh great.

INT. OFFICE - DAY

Nadya is at a desk typing on a laptop. She wears reading
glasses and is glancing between screen and printouts with
efficient ease. There is a KNOCK on her office door.

                      NADYA
                  (not looking up)
          Yes.

MINDY, early twenties, pretty and sweet, opens the door and
pokes her head through the gap.

                      MINDY
          Mister Reynolds is here.

                      NADYA
          Excellent. Send him in.

                      MINDY
          You sure. What about that
          headache?

                      NADYA
          No ringing ears.
                  (smiles)
          I'm ready for the meeting.

She snaps her laptop closed and stares at the door with a
cat-ate-the-canary smile. REYNOLDS, upper thirties, too
pretty to be serious, walks in with a briefcase. Mindy shuts
the door behind him.

                      REYNOLDS
          Miss Diamond. A pleasure.

Nadya stands and motions for him to sit in one of the seats
opposite her desk. He shakes her outstretched hand before he
does so. She leans against the desk in front of him.


                                                           30.


                      NADYA
          I'm so glad you could make
          this meeting today. I make it
          a habit to get to know the
          people I'll be working closely

          with. I have a feeling Jettacon
          and Reynolds holdings will be
          doing a lot of business together.

                      REYNOLDS
          I hope so too. Your plans seem...

                      NADYA
          Impressive?

                      REYNOLDS
          Ambitious.
                  (smiles)
          Some of your ideas are a lot
          riskier than I'd expect from
          Jettacon.

                      NADYA
          It's time for a new direction.
          You can't expect any rewards
          unless you push the boundaries
          that others are too afraid to.
          I expect people won't
          understand, but ultimately, my
          way is the best.

                      REYNOLDS
          You're not exactly shy, are you?

                      NADYA
          I get what I want.

She looks him over: he'll do. Reynolds is somewhat distant.

                      NADYA (CONT.)
          I think you'll find that trait
          is beneficial to your money.
          So, how about we finalise those
          contracts and get started.

                      REYNOLDS
          Oh yes, of course.

He lifts his suitcase and places it on his lap. He clicks it
open and pulls out some documents. Nadya takes them from him
and lets her fingers linger on his for a moment longer than
they need to. He really hasn't noticed, at all.


                                                           31.


Nadya waits for some sort of reaction from him, shuffles a
little to accent her cleavage, and when that gets no response,
gives up and walks around to her chair. She sits and opens
the contracts, pen poised.

                      NADYA
                  (pressing a button on
                  the phone)
          Mindy, please call Carson to
          witness the Reynolds account.

She deftly signs pages as she flicks through them. As she
does so, Reynolds grows restless, jittery, having internal
monologues. Nadya keeps peering over her glasses at him,
growing annoyed. He sighs. Nadya puts the pen down, frustrated.

                      NADYA
          Is there something wrong?

                      REYNOLDS
          Uh no. Carry on.

Nadya picks up the pen.

                      REYNOLDS
                  (quite suddenly)
          Have you ever been in love?

                      NADYA
                  (huh?)
          I'm sorry. What?

                      REYNOLDS
          Love?

                      NADYA
                  (flustered)
          Uhm. I'm not sure where you're
          heading with this.

                      REYNOLDS
                  (waxing lyrical)
          Love is a beautiful thing.
          Sure, it's not without its
          complications, but... it makes
          things seem worthwhile. Life
          is hard and empty, and even
          when you have all your father's
          money... it's a bitter wealth.
          You can't buy the pieces to
          fill your holy heart.

Nadya is sure he's lost it.


                                                           32.


                      NADYA
          Are you quite serious?

                      REYNOLDS
          Yes! A thousand times yes!

He gets up and paces. It's chest-thumping stuff.

                      REYNOLDS
          Having the right person care
          for you is the most enriching
          experience anyone can ever
          hope to have. Don't you
          understand?

                      NADYA
                  (fake smile)
          Yes of course. Now about the
          contracts-

                      REYNOLDS
                  (epiphany)
          I need to... I need to find
          her, to tell her how I feel.
          Knowing her has made me better.
          My past can't hurt me. My
          future seems assured.
                  (eyes all a-shiny)
          I only hope you can feel what
          I do one day. I promise you,
          there's nothing that you can
          touch you if you already know
          the touch of love.

                      NADYA
          Right! Brilliant!
                  (holds up the contract)
          Signature?

                      REYNOLDS
          I can't. I love her.
          Consequences be damned. I'm
          going to marry my stepsister.

He races out of the office, the wind of love at his heels.
Nadya stares open-mouthed at the door, contract and pen still
held aloft.  With a forced show of infinite patience, she
places them back on her desk, gets up and walks to her door.
She looks out.


                                                           33.


INT. JETTACON, LOBBY - SAME

An angry WOMAN in a corporate outfit that has a very full
skirt SLAPS a MAN, and spins away, SKIRT FLOWING dramatically.
The man grabs her and pulls her back into a bone-crushing
kiss. She's helpless against him. Heaving bosoms ahoy.

Nadya steps further into the lobby, taking this and
everything else in.

Further down the hall, another WOMAN collapses into tears,
clutching a phone to her chest.

Nadya heads to Mindy's desk.

                      NADYA
          Mindy. You haven't noticed
          anything... strange happening
          around here today?

                      MINDY
          No. I don't think so. Like what?

                      NADYA
          Just people acting out of
          character?

                      MINDY
                  (looking around)
          No.

                      NADYA
          Right...
                  (discretely)
          You wouldn't perhaps know if
          there's any sort of place in
          this town that uhm... has
          references to magic or the
          occult?

                      MINDY
                  (total shock)
          Oh my god!

Nadya grimaces.

                      NADYA
          It's okay. I was just kid-

Mindy scribbles on a piece of paper furiously.


                                                           34.


                      MINDY
          Has one of your family members
          been possessed by Satan who
          wants to use him or her to
          wreak awful revenge on an
          innocent upstanding family,
          thereby throwing our beloved
          community into turmoil?

Nadya's eyebrows just reached the ceiling. Mindy hands her
the note.

                      MINDY
          I hate
 it when that happens!
          You can tell Madame Divine to
          put any specialised services,
          spell ingredients or books on
          the company tab.

Nadya wisely walks away.

EXT. STREET - DAY

Jason and Dawn run into the plaza, fairly out of breath.

                      JASON
          You know, for an old guy with
          a bum leg, he sure does
          disappear quick.

                      DAWN
          I noticed. Why'd he take off
          anyway? Aren't we his case?

                      DEVON (OS)
          We're not meant to be in his
          scenes.

She joins them, not out of breath.

                      JASON
          Why are you suddenly an expert?

                      DEVON
          He has his own storyline, we're
          not in it. Might as well just
          let him go.


                                                           35.


                      JASON
          Sure. And when his dangerous
          line of work kills him, we can
          rewrite him as his twin brother.
          Screw that. I'm keeping an eye
          on him. Least Nadya has a nice
          normal job.
                  (thinks)
          I'm going to the police station.

He stalks off. Dawn is torn between going with him and
staying with Devon.

                      DAWN
          Maybe he's right.

                      DEVON
          I don't think we're meant to
          do anything.

                      DAWN
          We always do something.

                      DEVON
          It's not always about us.

                      DAWN
          Mostly it is.

She gives a small smile and runs after Jason. Devon looks to
the side, and sees-

EXT.MADAME DIVINE'S MAGIC AND OCCULT SHOPPE - SAME

Devon approaches. There is lace trim around the windows;
pretty pink flowers are all that can be seen - it looks more
like a tea shop. There's a sign on the door; in pretty girly
writing amongst flowers.

INSERT: GONE EXORCISING; BACK IN FIVE MINUTES

Devon shrugs and leaves.

EXT. STREET - DAY

Dawn catches up to Jason.

                      DAWN
          So, what are we going to do
          when we find Samuel?


                                                           36.


                      JASON
          Don't know yet. Something.
          Maybe if we slap him. Cold
          water. Maybe?

                      DAWN
                  (laughs)
          Good plan.

                      JASON
          Hey, this is out of my league.
          I pay other people to solve
          these problems.

                      DAWN
          Guess you're gonna have to use
          your gray stuff.

He glares at her.

                      DAWN
                  (teasing)
          I meant your brain.

                      JASON
          I know what you meant, brat.
                  (seriously)
          Jason. Brain. Bad.

                      DAWN
          You're thinking about Devon
          again, aren'tcha?

He stops, a little in shock.

                      DAWN
          What? I have eyes. You and her,
          the shifty glances, the pointed
          lack of flirting with Nadya,
          well not serious flirting
          anyway. Basically, you're kinda
          annoyed with your head 'cause
          it isn't meshing with your
          heart so you're sitting around
          doing nothing about anything
          related to them hoping it'll
          all sort itself out.

                      JASON
          Is your role in this kooky
          daytime show to be the
          insightful, psychic person?


                                                           37.


                      DAWN
                  (laughs)
          No. I've just been around
          stupid boys before. I know how
          their sad little minds work.
          And I'm a firm
 believer in
          getting issues out in the open
          instead of letting them fester
          into a homicidal rage where
          you try and kill your sister.
                  (quickly)
          For example!

                      JASON
          I made her like me. It's my
          fault.

                      DAWN
          Yeah, it's your fault for being
          charming and heroic. Damn you
          and your noble ways.

                      JASON
          I don't know how to fix things
          like this. Nadya, at least,
          likes me back.
                  (small smile)
          So, from a wise girl to a
          stupid boy, got any advice?

                      DAWN
                  (grin)
          I... I...

She gets confused.

                      JASON
          Dawn. Dawn, what is it?

                      DAWN
          How many times do I have to
          tell you not to call me that?

Jason double-takes. It's GOTHIC DAWN; black hair, black lips,
an overabundance of eyeshadow and a Devon-like black outfit.
The look is completed with a satchel on her back.

OFF DAWN

                                            FADE OUT.

END ACT II


                                                           38.



                           ACT III





FADE IN:

EXT. STREET - DAY

Jason is at a loss. Dawn glares at him.

                      JASON
          Deja vu. Uhm Dawn?

                      DAWN
          Look, it was cute when we were
          kids, but that nickname isn't
          who I am!

                      JASON
          Oookay. And your real name
          would be?

                      DAWN
          Cute! Real cute. If mom were
          still around, she'd kick your
          ass.

                      JASON
          Oh. Oh! You're my sister!

                      DAWN
          Do we have to get into this
          now? I'm already late for class.
          Not that I care. I hate that
          place. I don't know why we had
          to move to this stupid town.

                      JASON
          Neither do I. Forget school.
          Let's go meet with our friends.

                      DAWN
          Don't make jokes.

                      JASON
          Dawn, I'm really not.

                      DAWN
          Aurora! The name's Aurora!

Jason doesn't know how to handle the situation. Dawn calms
down upon seeing this.


                                                           39.


                      DAWN
          I know you did all this for me,
          and I'm trying, I really am,
          to be a better sister for you.
          You didn't ask for dad to walk
          out on us. You didn't ask for
          mom to die. And I know you
          really didn't ask to take care
          of a brat sister that gets
          into trouble all the time and
          makes your life so hard.
                  (getting teary)
          I'm really sorry. I wish it
          was the way it was when we
          were kids. But it's not. It's
          just not! And it'll never be
          again.

                      JASON
          Hey Da- Aurora. It's okay.
          Everything's going to be okay.
          I'll take care of everything.

                      DAWN
                  (really crying)
          I'm sorry that you have to.
                  (runs away)
          I have to get to class.

                      JASON
          Dawn!

Jason just watches her go; helpless.

INT. POLICE STATION - DAY

Samuel swaggers into the station. There are uniformed COPS,
milling about, not really doing anything. Extras.

                      CAPTAIN
          Jefferson! Jefferson! Get your
          ass in here.

Samuel smirks and heads into the captain's office.

INT. CAPTAIN'S OFFICE - SAME

He shuts the door behind him and tosses himself into a chair.
The CAPTAIN is a stereotypically chubby, balding guy who
looks like he's about to explode.


                                                           40.


                      CAPTAIN
          Jefferson. Please explain to
          me why you're harassing the
          one person I strictly forbid
          you to go within twenty miles of.

                      SAMUEL
          Well, chief, why don't you
          explain to me again why it is
          the warrant for Dereboza was
          rescinded? He's dirty.

                      CAPTAIN
          I don't care if he hasn't
          bathed since the Blue Jays
          last won the series. He's off
          limits until the feds are done
          with their case.

                      SAMUEL
          By then, the bastard will be
          out of the city with whatever
          the hell he's just got his
          hands on.

                      CAPTAIN
          What are you talking about?
          Nothin's gone down in weeks.

                      SAMUEL
          Something called the key. I'm
          guessing it opens something
          big. Something the feds don't
          even know about. I'd like to
          know what that something is.

                      CAPTAIN
          Stay out of it Jefferson. He
          could hold the key to Fort
          Knox, but it's out of your
          hands. The commissioner won't
          let you get away with another
          mistake.

Samuel gets up and heads to the door.

                      SAMUEL
          Ain't a mistake if I'm right.

He steps out with a cocky smile.

                      CAPTAIN
          Jefferson. Jefferson!


                                                           41.


EXT. COFFEE SPOT - DAY

Devon smiles; a genuine, really can't deny it smile.

A table across from her, a really HOT TOPLESS MALE WAITER is
cleaning the table with his shirt.

                      WAITER
                  (deep, husky voice)
          I'm sorry I had no cloth with me.

Devon giggles, shakes her head and goes back to reading the
brochure.

                      JASON
          And then there were two.

He slides into a seat opposite Devon, thoroughly depressed.

                      JASON
          Can't find Samuel and now
          Dawn's become a Marilyn Manson
          groupie. We need to fix this.
          Devon, are you even listening
          to me?

                      DEVON
          Hmm? Sorry. Have you seen the
          price of properties in this
          town?
                  (impressed)
          Very reasonable.

                      JASON
          That's because everyone's nuts.
          A little focus please.

Devon sighs and looks up.

                      DEVON
          What do you expect me to do?
          Parade through Main Street and
          hope whatever is causing this
          attacks me 'cause I'm so nummy?

                      JASON
          Great. I'm trapped on Days of
          Our Lives and she gets a sense
          of humour. All must be set
          right in my world.

He clutches his head in his hands.


                                                           42.


                      JASON
          I don't even know where to
          start looking for the next
          dead end. Samuel's got answers,
          Nadya's got solutions and even
          Dawn's pretty good with coming
          up with fixes... you seeing a
          trend here? All the helpful
          people are gone.

                      DEVON
          I doubt it's intentional. The
          effects are too broad.

                      JASON
          Still betting I'm right. We're
          the most useless and we're fine.

Devon watches him.

                      DEVON
          I wouldn't say we're fine.

She looks away as he looks up at her.

                      DEVON
          We're just not centre stage.

INT. SCHOOL HALLWAY - DAY

It's your regular high school, complete with rows of lockers
and all the stereotypes you could possibly ask for.

Dawn unlocks the combination on a locker. She sticks some
books in and pulls some others out. As she's placing them in
her bag, she gets BUMPED from behind. She drops her books
and drops down to scoop them up.

Bridge beats her to it and grabs one of her books; a journal.
She looks at him under lidded eyes.

                      DAWN
                  (stands)
          Can I have that back please?

                      BRIDGE
                  (glancing within it)
          Why? I think I want to keep it.

                      DAWN
                  (reaching out)
          Give it back!

He dodges her. His cronies giggle.


                                                           43.


                      BRIDGE
          Seriously, there's some choice
          words here.
                  (reads)
          In the dark, nameless I,
          searches for the light within.

She manages to grab it off him.

                      BRIDGE
          What's up Aurora
? Not living
          up to your name? You a little
          overshadowed by... everyone
          else on the planet?

He eats up the laughing praise his posse is sending him way.

                      BRIDGE
          Good luck in the dance-off,
          freak. That ain't gonna be the
          place were you shine.
                  (walking away)
          It'll be the place where you
          fall, and we laugh and laugh
          and laugh.

OFF DAWN'S HURT

INT. MADAME DIVINE'S MAGIC AND OCCULT SHOPPE - DAY

Nadya pushes the door open and steps inside. She coughs a
little and brings a hand up to her nose.

                      MADAME DIVINE
          Lavender and lilac. My own
          blend. Isn't it delightful?

                      NADYA
          Mmhmm.

She takes in the shop with it's overabundance of pink, lace
and flowers. MADAME DIVINE resembles a big pink doily.

                      MADAME DIVINE
          How can I help you dear?

                      NADYA
          Uhm. This may sound a little
          strange, but I need to look
          up... spells.

                      MADAME DIVINE
                  (nodding)
          Alright dear. What kind?


                                                           44.


                      NADYA
          Transformation of personality
          I suppose.

                      MADAME DIVINE
                  (leading Nadya to a
                  book shelf)
          Is there a special someone you
          want to bend to your will? Do
          you want to enslave a
          troublesome man to your desire?
          I have some lovely rose-scented
          mind control spells? Hmm?

                      NADYA
          No! I just want a spell to
          make things... normal.

                      MADAME DIVINE
          I don't understand.

                      NADYA
          I've just had a business
          meeting where the man
          practically burst into song. I
          think something is wrong with
          people in this town and, quite
          frankly, it's inconvenient. My
          career is very important to me
          and I can't have lucrative
          business associates unfocused.
          Or completely insane.

                      MADAME DIVINE
          Oh. I'm not sure magic like
          that exists. I'd best look in
          the back then. But feel free
          to take a look at my exquisite
          range of love potions.

Madame Divine flounces away through a bead drape. Nadya turns
her nose up at all the wares.

                      WARLOCK
          Hey.

Nadya startles as a GOTHIC WARLOCK walks out from behind
another book shelf. He's young; no more than a teenager
experimenting.


                                                           45.


                      WARLOCK
          You feel it too, right?
          Something strange. Something
          magical. Things aren't what
          they seem.

                      NADYA
                  (curious)
          Yes.

The warlock gives an uncharacteristic whoop.

                      WARLOCK
          Awesome! I knew it!

He notices Nadya's surprise.

                      WARLOCK
          No one's believed me today.

                      NADYA
          Do you know what's causing this?

                      WARLOCK
          No. I tried to do a locator
          spell for the source, but I
          need a second.

                      NADYA
          Fine. A second, an hour, will
          you be able to sort it out?

                      WARLOCK
          No I meant second as in second
          person. I don't have enough
          power on my own.

                      NADYA
          Well, what kind of person do
          you need? Someone else like you?

                      WARLOCK
                  (thoughtful)
          You don't have any power and
          all, but I think you'll do.

                      NADYA
          Alright fine. Let's get started.
          I need to salvage the rest of
          the work day.


                                                           46.


                      WARLOCK
          We just need to find some place
          to do the spell. My mom would
          flip.

Nadya takes a deep, premeditated breath.

EXT. DOCKS - DAY

The docks are of the "is this real?" variety: pillars of
wood lined up on a clean deck with no water to be seen. There
is the sound of WATER sloshing about, and some horribly
glittery reflections on the deck. For some reason, there is
FAKE FOG wafting across the pillars.

Samuel emerges from the fog and meets with SOURCE, a jittery
fella. He keeps looking around him.

                      SAMUEL
          And?

                      SOURCE
          What? No hello for old pals?

Samuel glares.

                      SOURCE
          Okay yeah fine. Dereboza has a
          meet on the South Pier. Someone
          important. They're making a
          trade.

                      SAMUEL
          Mmm. You know what it is?

                      SOURCE
          Hey, you don't pay me enough
          for that.

Samuel surges forward, a bluff, but the source gets it.

                      SOURCE
          No! No! I don't know!

Samuel reaches into his jacket for a wallet. He counts out a
few bills and hands it to the source.

                      SOURCE
          Gee thanks. That's real generous.

                      SAMUEL
          What's the time of this meet?

The source looks behind Samuel.


                                                           47.


                      SOURCE
          Oh. I'd say a lot sooner than
          you think.

There is an audible CLICK of a gun. Samuel shifts his eyes
to the side.

WORLEY

In a scary Italian suit, completely out of place for him,
smirks. He's surrounded by neckless GOONS, extras from other
scenes. They all have guns pointed at Samuel too.

                      WORLEY
          Hello Detective. We've been
          expecting you.

                                            FADE OUT.

END ACT III


                                                           48.



                           ACT IV





FADE IN:

EXT. DOCKS

The source plods over to Worley. Samuel shakes his head.

                      SAMUEL
          Oh that's gonna cost you.

                      SOURCE
          I don't think so. You're not
          so good with payment.

                      SAMUEL
          We'll see.

Worley gives the source a large wad of cash. The source
counts it all, licking his lips.

                      WORLEY
          See Detective. I reward those
          who please me. And taking care
          of nosy cops, pleases me.

The source starts to walk off. The goons stop him.

                      WORLEY (CONT.)
          Of course, I don't take too
          kindly to people that talk to
          nosy cops in the first place.

                      SOURCE
          But-

                      SAMUEL
          Told you.

                      WORLEY
          Bring them. The tide does not
          suit me.

The Goons approach Samuel. He puts his hands up and lets one
of them take his side-arm. The Goon starts to frisk him-

                      SAMUEL
          You put that hand near my pants
          and you'll lose more than you
          bargained for.


                                                           49.


The Goon laughs, not even bothering to search below Samuel's
jacket, and pushes Samuel forward to march along with the
source, who is brown-scared.

INT. OFFICE - DAY

The warlock checks out the office. He's wearing a RUCKSACK.

                      NADYA
          Mindy, please ensure I am not
          disturbed. For any reason.

She shuts the door and locks it. She notices the warlock
looking around.

                      NADYA
          What?

                      WARLOCK
          It's just... this is the kinda
          place people like me avoid.
          The lighting is a little harsh.

                      NADYA
          Sorry. I'll be sure to ask for
          an altar in my next office.
          Can we get this over with?

                      WARLOCK
          Yeah yeah.

He pulls a large fold-out MAP out of his bag and lays it on
the floor. He sits cross-legged in front of it and pulls out
some candles, herbs and a bottle of powder.

Nadya kneels beside the map. She lights the candles as he
prepares.

                      WARLOCK
          Okay, so I'll say the cool
          sounding stuff, you remember
          what your part is right? Right.
          We close our eyes, then poof,
          blow the powder and the source
          of the madness is revealed on
          the map. In theory.

                      NADYA
          I really hope you're not
          wasting my time.


                                                           50.


                      WARLOCK
          I'm not. Serious man. I just
          haven't done it with a girl
          before.

Nadya rolls her eyes. She pours a handful of powder into her
right hand, and pours some in his right hand too. The hold
their hands above the map and close their eyes.

                      WARLOCK
          Goddess Thespia. We walk in
          shadow and in darkness without
          your light. O benevolent
          Thespia, we implore you. Light
          the way through the darkness;
          guide us with your knowlegde
          and wisdom.

They each blow on their hands with eyes closed.

           WARLOCK                          NADYA
     (flatly)                         (with absolute command)
  Reveal. Reveal. Reveal.          Reveal. Reveal. Reveal!

A SURGE OF POWER, like a wave through the air, shoots from
Nadya toward the map. It makes contact with Warlock. He gasps
in surprise; his eyes shoot open.

Nadya opens her eyes and quickly scans the map. There is a
small BURNING CIRCLE around a specific area. The burning
disappears, leaving a scorch march like a cigarette burn.

                      NADYA
          It worked!

Warlock jumps to his feet, clearly freaked out.

                      WARLOCK
          Yeah yeah it did. I gotto go.
          Home. Mom will be waiting.

                      NADYA
          But we've got to stop the source.

Warlock yanks on the locked door, and starts fumbling with
the lock in his bid to escape.

                      WARLOCK
          No no I can't. It's too much.
          The power. Too much. I gotta go.

He gets the door open and dashes through. Nadya shrugs and
brings the map with her as she heads out the door.


                                                           51.


EXT. COFFEE SPOT - DAY

Devon stares off at something in the distance, shaking her
head. Jason is on the phone.

                      DEVON
          Oh you idiot. Never trust the
          blonde ones.

Jason slams his cellphone shut. He leans on the table and
glares across it.

                      JASON
          My guy can't narrow this thing
          down.
                  (looks up)
          Sun's going down. Okay. Your
          turn.

                      DEVON
          Funny.

                      JASON
          No, what is funny is when you
          become a cheerleader with a
          really short skirt and fluffy
          pom-poms. I really think that
          sounds about right for you.
          And just desserts for
          everything I have to put up with.

                      DEVON
          I didn't know you had
 to put
          up with me.

Jason slouches in his chair.

                      JASON
          See me ignoring that, because
          I have more important things
          on my mind. One being the
          obvious, the other being the
          key that Samuel says is missing.
          Think I should retrace his
          steps? Maybe I'll get lucky.

                      DEVON
          Technically it wasn't Samuel
          that said it.
                  (ponders)
          Technically we have no idea if
          the other keys are safe either.


                                                           52.


They share a look and get out of their seats quickly. A
pretty waitress bumps into Jason, spilling juice all down
his shirt.

                      WAITRESS
          Ooh gosh. Sorry.

Jason squeezes his eyes shut. Of course it had to happen.

The waitress starts sponging up his front with her cloth.

                      WAITRESS
          If you could just-

                      JASON
          I'm not taking my shirt off.

The waitress seems genuinely perplexed.

                      WAITRESS
          But-

She keeps dabbing at him.

                      JASON
          I'm not taking it off. No. Nu
          uh. Go away.

He shoos her away from him. Devon is smiling widely.

                      JASON
          Pom poms. Big fluffy ones.

He walks straight on past her.

INT. AUDITORIUM, STAGE - NIGHT

The three cheerleaders from earlier are on stage shaking
their POM POMS. They DANCE to some extremely poppy, remixed
mainstream music. Think Britney Spears before the bun in the
oven. It's fairly obvious they've confused dancing with
cheering. Their moves are forced, superficial and completely
posed.

ON DAWN

As she enters the auditorium, with a backpack slung over her
shoulder. Her huge amount of make-up almost hides her
complete nervousness. She takes a deep breath and stares
across the auditorium at--

BRIGDE

He's checking out the cheerleaders on stage.


                                                           53.


Dawn looks down at herself: a dark shadow in comparison to
the girls on stage. She walks up to Ticket girl.

                      DAWN
          Hi. Is there anywhere I can
          change?

                      TICKET GIRL
                  (grimaces)
          Oh. I hope you have little
          elbows.
                  (points)
          Ladies room is over there.

Dawn gives a small nervous smile and heads in the direction
of the loo.

                      TICKET GIRL
          Hey!
                  (Dawn looks back)
          Good luck!

Dawn nods and gives another small, shy look toward Bridge
before opening the door.

EXT. DOCKS - NIGHT

The fake fog ominously swirls and sways in front of Samuel
and the bad guys as they walk past some crates. Samuel
shiftily glances between his evil escourts as Worley talks:
he's probably been doing it for a while.

                      WORLEY
          I'd offer you a grave, but
          pier 22 is so much more
          convenient for me. The tide is
          most agreeable.

                      SAMUEL
          Careful Dereboza. Anything you
          say now, can and will be used
          against you.

Worley gives a villainous laugh. His lackeys do the same.

                      WORLEY
          Oh Detective, I am going to
          miss our encounters.

                      SAMUEL
                  (sees his moment)
          So am I.


                                                           54.


Samuel's STUNT DOUBLE, barrels into one of the lackeys,
knocking him aside. The Double makes an impressive leap-roll
behind a crate, grabbing a PISTOL from an ANKLE HOLSTER.

Samuel aims the gun over the crate. FAKE GUNSHOT SOUNDS ring
over the air as splinters of wood explode near him. He
returns fire, with equally fake sounding gunshot.

INT. APARTMENT, HALL - NIGHT

Nadya walks out of the stairwell and into a badly-kept
hallway. She scrunches her nose and braves the decay,
completely out of place in her two hundred dollar shoes.

She walks past open door after open door. The building is
almost devoid of all life. Almost.

She hears SOBBING.

                      NADYA
                  (approaching a door)
          Hello?

She nears the door and listens. The sobbing is coming from
behind there.

                      NADYA
          Hello? Are you okay in there?

The sobbing continues.

Nadya looks up and down the hall. There is no one else around.
Biting her lip, she puts her hand on the door knob and turns
it.

The door is locked.

She reaches up and fiddles with her hair. The perfect coif
falls apart and she reveals a HAIRPIN in her fingers. She
gets to work on the door lock.

EXT. GUEST HOUSE - NIGHT

Jason unlocks the door and opens it.

                      JASON
                  (turning back)
          After you.

Devon shakes her head and steps inside CROSSING THE LINE
NADYA MADE.


                                                           55.


INT. APARTMENT, HALL - NIGHT

Nadya clutches her ears in silent agony. She slams herself
back against the wall opposite the door, whimpering in pain.

INT. GUEST HOUSE - NIGHT

Jason shuts the door behind him and Devon. The room is a
cream nightmare. Cream walls, cream cotton bedspreads, boring.
There are TWIN BEDS.

Jason spies something across the room.

                      JASON
          Yes. We're in business! Dev,
          take a rummage through there
          while I check on the keys.

He rushes toward the closet and opens the door. There is a
SAFE on the top shelf. He punches in a code. The lock CLICKS.
Jason takes a breath and opens the door.

ON JASON'S FACE

He squeezes his eyes shut, frustrated. He reaches into the
safe.

ON DEVON

looking at something in her hand.

                      JASON (OS)
          Dev.

She turns around. Jason holds the pipe-like key Samuel picked
up from Worley.

                      JASON
          We have all the keys... plus one.

He turns back and deposits the key back in the safe. He locks
the door again.

                      JASON
          He must have come here first.

Devon shrugs as Jason sidles up to her.

                      JASON
          Well?

                      DEVON
          Well what?


                                                           56.


He points at what she's holding. It's one of Samuel's scrolls.
His bag is open on one of the beds.

                      JASON
          Is there anything in there
          about breaking curses?

                      DEVON
          I don't know. I can't read them.

                      JASON
                  (is she for real)
          Then why are looking at it!?

                      DEVON
          You told me to.

                      JASON
          Forget it.

He grabs the scroll and stuffs it into Samuel's bag before
dumping it on the floor. He stares at the blank wall in front
of him.

Devon stands unmoving beside him. The tension is not the
friendly sort.

                      JASON
          You might as well go. I don't
          think there's anything you can
          do.

                      DEVON
                  (annoyed)
          Because I can't read foreign
          languages?

He sharply turns to face her, really getting up and close.
He's that pissed off.

                      JASON
          No. Because you're not even
          trying. You don't care about
          this. I just want to make
          things normal-

                      DEVON
          This is
 normal for me!

They hold a staring contest. Devon looks away first.


                                                           57.


                      DEVON
          You want things to be normal,
          but I don't even know what
          that is. But you... that's all
          you want. Everything has to go
          your way. Every challenge must
          be conquered. Every girl has
          to like you or you'll...
          you'll...

                      JASON
          I'll what?

                      DEVON
          I'm not a challenge Jason.

                      JASON
          Never said you were.

They re-enter their staring challenge. Both defiant. Jason
moves first. He reaches for her hand. She looks down as
Jason's fingers entwine with hers. There is morbid fascination
in her curiosity over his actions.

His other hand cups her face. She startles, fear showing.
His eyes haven't moved from her face. Devon looks back at
him, confused, scared, hopeful.

                      DEVON
          I'm not a challenge.

                      JASON
                  (moving in for the
                  kill)
          You're the only one.

Smoochies. Hot and hungry. Reciprocated on both ends.

Neither have noticed that THE ROOM HAS CHANGED. There is
only one bed; scarlet silk sheets; the lights are dim and
sinful shadows play across the room.

INT. AUDITORIUM, STAGE - SAME

Dawn stands alone on the stage. A bright light upon her.
Darkness all around her.

The make-up is gone. Her clothes resemble the clothes Dawn
would usually wear. She still has black hair.

There are a few CHUCKLES from the side, as Bridge and his
cronies check her out.

She closes her eyes and waits.


                                                           58.


MUSIC: FEIST - INSIDE OUT

Dawn begins to dance. Her movements are natural and unforced.
There is no fake posing. She's dancing from the heart.

INT. APARTMENT - NIGHT

(note the music plays throughout the scenes)

Nadya jiggles the hairpin out of the lock as she opens the
door and steps inside the apartment. The apartment is dark,
but flickering light reflects off her face. Light from a
television screen.

Nadya approaches it.

INT. AUDITORIUM - NIGHT

Dawn opens her eyes as she really gets into the dance. The
CROWD are really beginning to warm to her. Some are bobbing
in time, some are clapping in time.

Bridge begins to look at her with new, less-venomous eyes.

EXT. DOCKS - NIGHT

Samuel continues to shoot. He hasn't run out of ammo.

INT. AUDITORIUM - NIGHT

Dawn now has THREE BACKUP DANCERS - they are perfectly
coordinated with her. They are all smiles, even Dawn is
having a fantastic time.

Bridge walks closer to the stage, entranced.

INT. APARTMENT - NIGHT

Nadya stands in front of a couch with a very FAT DEMON on it.
The demon is watching a soap opera on the TELEVISION and
CRYING her eyes out.

                      NADYA
          Excuse me. Excuse me!

                      FAT DEMON
          He left me. He left me.

                      NADYA
          Sorry. I don't know if you're
          aware of this, but you're
          making the entire town like
          your TV show.


                                                           59.


                      FAT DEMON
                  (wailing)
          He left me. He left me!

                      NADYA
          Look. I can't help that. Please,
          you need to stop whatever it
          is you're doing. I have
          important things to do. There's
          so much to do.

                      FAT DEMON
          He left me. He left me.

                      NADYA
          Please stop-

                      FAT DEMON
          He left me. He left me!

The demon is growing more hysterical by the moment. Nadya
doesn't know what to do.

INT. AUDITORIUM - NIGHT

The dance has the crowd in full swing. Dawn is putting her
all into it.

Bridge gives her a big seductive smile. She looks at him
through lidded eyes, not giving him any clues.

INT. APARTMENT - NIGHT

The sobbing and the wailing mixes with the music.

                      NADYA
          Please stop it.

EXT. DOCKS - NIGHT

Samuel reloads his gun and starts firing again. The gunshots
are added to the wailing and the music.

INT. APARTMENT - NIGHT

The cacophony of all the sounds is almost tangible to Nadya.
She's growing desperate.

                      NADYA
          Stop it. Stop it.

Without thinking, she shoots her hands in front of her.


                                                           60.


                      NADYA
          Stop it!

Power BLASTS from her hands and hits the demon.

THE MUSIC STOPS ABRUPTLY

Nadya startles and stares at the miserable demon as it dies.

A wave of opaque energy shoots out of the dead demon. It
hits Nadya and she reverts to her usual self: WEARING WHAT
SHE WAS BEFORE SHE TRANSFORMED.

INT. AUDITORIUM - NIGHT

Everyone quickly stops dancing. Dawn's hair is back to being
brown and she wears her original outfit. She glances around,
embarrassed. Everyone else is the same.

There is a stunned, uncomfortable silence. Without anyone
saying a word, people shuffle out the exits.

Bridge, who now resembles an even slimier gigolo type teenage,
tries to save face by smoothing his hair. He looks up at
Dawn and gives a wink.

                      BRIDGE
          Hey, you wanna-

She glares at him like he's pondscum and heads off the stage.

He gets the hint and walks away in the opposite direction.

EXT. DOCKS - NIGHT

Samuel's gun disappears. There is no fog. Samuel falls on
his ass.

Worley and his lackeys are now regular people in regular
clothes, completely confused.

INT. GUEST HOUSE - NIGHT

MUSIC: ALL THIS AND MORE - ROCKETBOB

Jason has Devon against a wall, with her legs wrapped around
him. They are both still fully clothed. Things haven't gotten
that dire yet.

Abruptly, they pull away from each other's lips. They stare
at each other, breathing heavily.

The room has changed back to the cream disaster, complete
with twin beds and normal lighting.


                                                           61.


Neither have noticed. Again.

They start again. Less urgent. They have all night.

INT. APARTMENT - NIGHT

Nadya hasn't moved at all. She stares at the dead demon.

The tears haven't quite dried on its face.

OFF NADYA

                                            FADE OUT.

                          END SHOW



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