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                                      TEASER

                                                             FADE IN:

               INT. MORGAN RESIDENCE - FRONT YARD - AFTERNOON

               It's late. Almost sundown. 

               A shape moves across the drive way -- VI MORGAN, our
               protagonist. She wears her school uniform and carries a
               back pack. 

               INT. MORGAN RESIDENCE - FRONT HALL - MOMENTS LATER 

               The door opens and Vi enters. She shuts the door and shrugs
               off her bag. 

                                   VI
                             (calling)
                         I'm...

               Turning, she falters. CAROLINE MORGAN stands at the bottom
               of the stairs. 

                                   VI (CONT'D)
                             (quiet)
                         ... home. 

                                   CAROLINE
                         Vi, what have I always said is
                         the most important thing? 

                                   VI
                         Breakfast?

               Caroline frowns.

                                   VI (CONT'D)
                         You really should watch those
                         Arrested Development DVDs, Mum. 
                             (beat)
                         Most important thing -- family.
                         Duh.

               Vi moves past her into the...

               INT. MORGAN RESIDENCE - KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS

               And heads straight for the fridge. Caroline steps into the
               doorway. 

                                   CAROLINE
                         More specifically, dinner with
                         your family. Which you missed. 

               Still digging around in the fridge, Vi glances at her
               watch.

                                   VI
                         Mum, it's six o'clock.

               As she straightens up:

                                   VI (CONT'D)
                         Who eats dinner at -- 

               Caroline's right next to her. She snaps the fridge closed.
               Vi sighs. 

                                   VI (CONT'D)
                         It's a Friday night. I figured
                         you wouldn't mind if I stayed out
                         a little later. Anyway, I wasn't
                         doing anything fun if you're
                         worried about me still being
                         grounded. I was doing homework
                         with Shane.

                                   CAROLINE
                         Here's the thing, Vi. I called
                         Shane. Now, he tried to cover for
                         you as best he could but I'm a
                         mother -- more specifically,
                         Penny's mother -- and I know when
                         a teenage boy is lying to me. 

               Vi gulps. Busted. 

                                   CAROLINE (CONT'D)
                         Is is a boy?

                                   VI
                         No! But, I have one if that's
                         what you're referring to.
                             (off Caroline's blank
                              look)
                         You met him, remember? 

                                   CAROLINE
                         Vi, I think I would -- 

                                   VI
                         I wasn't doing anything wrong,
                         okay? I just... I don't want to
                         talk about it. 

               She steps past Caroline and exits the room. 

               INT. MORGAN RESIDENCE - FRONT HALL - CONTINUOUS

               Caroline, again, follows her. Vi heaves up her school bag
               and starts up the stairs. 

                                   CAROLINE
                         But you never want to talk, Vi. 

               Vi stops, halfway up. 

                                   CAROLINE (CONT'D)
                         You still haven't given me any
                         indication as to why you tore up
                         your father's book. I just... I
                         need you to open up to me. 

               There's a sad beat. 

                                   VI
                         You wouldn't understand. 

               She moves upstairs. After a moment, Vi's bedroom door is
               heard CLOSING. 

               Off Caroline's disappointment...

               INT. MORGAN RESIDENCE - PETER'S STUDY - LATER 

               PETER MORGAN sits at his computer while Caroline paces in
               front of him, frustrated.  

                                   CAROLINE
                         She's going to end up in prison,
                         Peter. Or dead. Again. And then
                         everybody's going to blame me.
                         They always blame the mother. Not
                         enough discipline, too many
                         violent movies, not enough
                         vitamins, too much sugar -- Ugh!

               She puts her hands over her face. Peter stands and comes
               around his desk. He hugs her. 

                                   PETER
                         She's a good girl. If anything,
                         it's my fault. She's only been
                         acting out for attention. Ever
                         since we moved, I just haven't
                         been there for her. 

               Caroline pulls back. Wipes her eyes. 

                                   CAROLINE
                         You really think that's it?

                                   PETER
                         That or she's a secret alcoholic. 

               Peter grins and Caroline whacks him in the chest. 

                                   CAROLINE
                         I just hope she's in a better
                         mood tomorrow. 

               Peter's comforting smile drops. 

                                   CAROLINE (CONT'D)
                             (off his look)
                         You do know what tomorrow is,
                         don't you?
                             (reproachful)
                         Peter!

               Peter winces. He slinks away from her, back to his desk. 

                                   CAROLINE (CONT'D)
                         You don't remember your own
                         daughter's birthday?

               Confusion crosses Peter's face -- which daughter?

                                   CAROLINE (CONT'D)
                         Vi's birthday!

               It clicks. 

                                   PETER
                         I knew that. 

                                   CAROLINE
                         We need to get her out of the
                         house to set up for the surprise
                         party. Maybe --

                                   PETER
                             (quickly; eager)
                         I can do it. 

                                   CAROLINE
                         What?

               Peter stands, excited. 

                                   PETER
                         Yeah, it'll be like a daddy
                         daughter day. Making up for all
                         that lack of attention. 

               Caroline pats his shoulder.

                                   CAROLINE
                         Well, good luck. You're going to
                         need it. 

               She exits. Peter's smile falters slightly. 

               INT. MORGAN RESIDENCE - VI'S ROOM - SAME

               Vi sits on her bed reading a text book. We COME AROUND the
               book to see something hidden inside. 

               A copy of Peter's manuscript. 

               Vi sadly closes the text book. She shuffles down, resting
               her head on the pillow, and rolls over. 

               She hugs the book to her chest and stares out of the
               window...

                                                       FADE TO BLACK.



                                   END OF TEASER
                                     ACT ONE

                                                             FADE IN:

               INT. MORGAN RESIDENCE – VI'S ROOM – MORNING

               ANGLE ON VI

               Lying motionless. In a deep sleep.

               Some sort of rolled multi-coloured paper tube edges into
               frame. It creeps closer until it's by her ear.

               Then, it unrolls with an obnoxious SHRIEK.

               ANGLE ON SCENE

               Vi jolts awake. Peter, grinning, sits on Vi's bed. He
               lowers the party noise maker from his lips.

                                   PETER
                         Happy Birthday, Vi-Pie.

               Vi takes a beat. A very long beat. Finally...

                                   VI
                         What?

               Peter jumps up.

                                   PETER
                         It's your seventeenth birthday,
                         kiddo.

               Vi ignores him.

                                   VI
                         What time is it?

                                   PETER
                         It's fun-time, sport.

                                   VI
                         Okay, stop with the nicknames.

                                   PETER
                         Sure thing, princess.

               Vi glares. She leans over to her bedside table and picks up
               her mobile phone. She checks the time.

               A beat. She lowers the phone -- horrified.

                                   VI
                         It's five o'clock in the morning.
                             (beat)
                         Are you insane?

                                   PETER
                         Well, we have to beat the line
                         don't we?

                                   VI
                         What line?

               Off this, cut to...

               INT. THE HAPPY VAMPIRE – DAY

               The place is empty except for Vi and Peter sitting in a
               booth by the window. They eat breakfast.

               Vi, still struggling to wake up, sips her juice. 

               Peter, sitting across from her, is taking bites of his
               scrambled eggs while sifting through a multitude of
               pamphlets and flyers.

                                   VI
                         So. This birthday thing...
                             (beat)
                         It's really gonna take all day?

                                   PETER
                         Yep. Just the two of us. Thought
                         we could really spend some
                         quality Vi and Peter time.

                                   VI
                         And we don't do enough of that at
                         home?

                                   PETER
                         Well, you're always off doing...
                         whatever it is that you do and
                         then there's me and my writing
                         which is going a lot slower
                         since...

               An awkward silence settles between them. Peter whips up a
               pamphlet.

                                   PETER (CONT'D)
                         How does the aquarium sound?

                                   VI
                         Dad...

                                   PETER
                             (another pamphlet)
                         Or the nature reserve. We could
                         go hiking!

                                   VI
                         Dad...

                                   PETER
                             (a flyer)
                         Ooh! The kite festival is in
                         town!

                                   VI
                         Dad!

               He stops. Looks at her nervously.

                                   VI (CONT'D)
                         Does this mean you forgive me?

               Peter smiles.

                                   PETER
                         Of course I forgive you, Vi-Pie.

               Vi doesn't look convinced. Peter's back to the pamphlets.

                                   PETER (CONT'D)
                         So, kite festival. Yes or no?

               Vi gulps down her juice.

               INT. THE COMPANY – RECEPTION – DAY

               With a CHIME, the elevator doors open and ALISTAIR BENSON
               strides into the room. He carries a briefcase.

               He smiles at GLENDA MORRISON who's shrugging off her
               cardigan behind the reception desk.

                                   BENSON
                         Morning, Glenda.

                                   GLENDA
                         Good morning, sir. Oh, I have to
                         tell you --

                                   BENSON
                         I just have to get settled. I'll
                         be back.

                                   GLENDA
                         But this is about --

               Benson smiles at her dismissivly and pushes open the door
               to his office.

               INT. THE COMPANY – BENSON'S OFFICE – CONTINUOUS

               Benson stops. There's somebody already inside.

               A HEAD OFFICE REPRESENTATIVE (male, mid-30s, well dressed)
               sits in Benson's chair.

               Benson sternly comes around the desk and places his
               briefcase on top.

                                   HEAD OFFICE REP
                             (studying briefcase)
                         Hmm, nice. Sturdy, well crafted,
                         excellent hand grip. Italian?

               Benson raises an eyebrow. The Head Office Rep stands. Holds
               out his hand.

                                   HEAD OFFICE REP (CONT'D)
                         I'm sorry, how rude of me. It's
                         an honour to meet you, Mr.
                         Benson. I'm from Head Office.

               Benson doesn't shake his hand.

                                   BENSON
                         My chair.

                                   HEAD OFFICE REP
                         Yes, of course.

               He steps aside. Motions to the chair.

                                   HEAD OFFICE REP (CONT'D)
                         Have a seat.

               Benson sits down, moving his briefcase to the floor, as the
               Head Office Rep comes around the desk.

                                   BENSON
                         Is there something I can do for
                         you, Mr...

                                   HEAD OFFICE REP
                         Peter Morgan. I was just curious
                         as to how his case was coming
                         along. Your reports, Mr. Benson,
                         have been woefully neglected.

               Benson clears his throat.

                                   BENSON
                         Cases like this are very, well,
                         delicate. And given that the
                         threat of a security leak has
                         been dealt with, I made an
                         executive decision not to proceed
                         with the investigation.

               There's a long, tense beat. The Head Office Rep smiles.

                                   HEAD OFFICE REP
                         That's all well and good, Mr.
                         Benson, but now I am making an
                         executive decision. Begin the
                         investigation or Head Office may
                         be forced to replace you with
                         someone who will.

               He lets this threat hang in the air for a moment. 

                                   HEAD OFFICE REP (CONT'D)
                         Have a nice day.

               He exits.

               Benson lets out a breath, suddenly seeming very small and
               powerless.

               INT. MORGAN RESIDENCE – LIVING ROOM – DAY

               Caroline bustles around the room, a washing basket under one
               arm. She haphazard flings clothes and other out-of-place
               objects into the basket.

                                   CAROLINE
                             (calling)
                         Penny! Bring in the vacuum
                         cleaner after you've finished!

               There's no response. Caroline pauses.

                                   CAROLINE (CONT'D)
                             (louder)
                         Penny!

                                   PENNY (O.S.)
                             (faint; exasperated)
                         Okay! God!

               There's a KNOCK at the front door.

               Sighing in frustration, Caroline walks into the front
               hall...

               INT. MORGAN RESIDENCE – FRONT HALL – MOMENTS LATER

               ... And opens the door to reveal SHANE EVANS. He stands on
               the front porch with a hopeful smile and a pair of movie
               vouchers.

                                   CAROLINE
                         Oh. Hello, Shane.

                                   SHANE
                         Hi, Mrs. Morgan. Is, um, is Vi
                         home?

                                   CAROLINE
                         She's not, actually.

               Shane's smile drops.

                                   SHANE
                         Oh, okay.

               Caroline eyes the movie vouchers.

                                   CAROLINE
                         Did you two have plans?

                                   SHANE
                         No. I just... I found these in my
                         room and they expire next week
                         and, well, it was either this or
                         going furniture shopping with my
                         mother. So...

                                   CAROLINE
                         Here you are.

                                   SHANE
                         Here I am.

               There's an awkward pause.

                                   CAROLINE
                         Vi's not here.

                                   SHANE
                         Oh, right. You said. I guess I'll
                         just...

               Shane turns to go.

                                   CAROLINE
                         It's her birthday today.

               Shane turns back, surprised.

                                   SHANE
                         Wait. What?

                                   CAROLINE
                         It's her --

                                   SHANE
                         Yeah. I... I heard but it's
                         just... she didn't say anything.

                                   CAROLINE
                         That's not surprising. She's
                         never been big on the tradition.

               Caroline thinks for a moment and then holds the door open.

                                   CAROLINE (CONT'D)
                         Would you like to come in?

               Shane gives her a grateful smile and moves forward.

               INT. MORGAN RESIDENCE – LIVING ROOM – DAY

               Caroline and Shane enter.

               CAM MORGAN is perched precariously on the back of the
               couch. He tapes some sheets of paper along the top of
               window frame -- each with a single letter. So far the
               banner reads, "H-A-P-P-Y".

                                   SHANE
                         Looks, uh, good.

                                   CAM
                         A little crude but I think it
                         gets the sentiment across.

               One of the P's falls down. 

               Shane nods to the vacuum cleaner by the door.

                                   SHANE
                         Need some help cleaning up?

                                   CAROLINE
                         Oh, good. She brought it in. Cam,
                         where's Penny?

                                   CAM
                         Figuring out what she's going to
                         wear tonight.

                                   CAROLINE
                             (sarcastic)
                         Wonderful.

               She sits down on the couch. This causes Cam to topple down
               beside her -- landing safely on the cushions.

                                   CAROLINE (CONT'D)
                         Some surprise party this is going
                         to be.

               Cam, once optimistic, seems to give up as well. He tosses
               the other sheets of paper onto the floor.

                                   SHANE
                         Well... I know what could spice
                         it up a little.

               Caroline looks up at him, hopeful.

                                   CAROLINE
                         Really? What?

                                   SHANE
                         How do you feel about a change of
                         venue?

               Off this, cut to...

               INT. WICKER RECORDS – MAIN FLOOR – DAY

               JIMMY EVANS stands behind the front counter, scanning CDs
               for a male CUSTOMER.

                                   JIMMY
                         No, no, no and no.

               Shane leans forward, throwing out his best attempt at
               "puppy eyes".

                                   SHANE
                         Please, Jimmy.

                                   JIMMY
                         Yeah, okay.

                                   SHANE
                         Really?

                                   JIMMY
                         No.

               He stops scanning and turns his full attention to Shane.

                                   JIMMY (CONT'D)
                         When have I ever given you the
                         impression that Wicker Records is
                         simply another set for the
                         teenage soap opera that has
                         become your life? I'm trying to
                         run a business here.

                                   CUSTOMER
                         Hey, can you just --

                                   SHANE
                         The party will start after you
                         close. We just need today to set
                         up.

                                   JIMMY
                         And how do you think the
                         customer's will take that? "Oh,
                         don't mind us. We're just setting
                         up for a party to which you are
                         not invited".

               Shane turns to the increasingly impatient Customer.

                                   SHANE
                         Will you feel left out?

                                   CUSTOMER
                         I just want my CDs.

                                   SHANE
                             (to Jimmy)
                         And I promise I'll clean up
                         after.

                                   JIMMY
                         I don't -- Gah. Shane. Seriously.
                         No.

                                   TABITHA (O.S.)
                         Oh, come on Jamison.

               TABITHA McMILLAN steps up to the counter. She wears an
               apron and picks at a plain scone.

                                   TABITHA (CONT'D)
                         Let the boy have his party.

               Jimmy turns to her. Thinks. He looks back at Shane. At
               Tabitha again. He sighs.

                                   JIMMY
                             (to Shane)
                         You are personally patting down
                         every guest before they leave. I
                         am not losing a months worth of
                         stock for this.

               He snatches the scone from Tabitha. Glares. Leaves. Shane
               turns to Tabitha.

                                   SHANE
                         I don't get it.

                                   TABITHA
                         Don't get what?

                                   SHANE
                         It's like you've got this weird
                         power over him. He even lets you
                         call him Jamison.

               Tabitha shrugs. 

                                   TABITHA
                         I think it's called "having
                         boobs".

               Shane raises his eyebrows as Tabitha moves away. A beat.

                                   CUSTOMER
                         You know, I think I'll just try
                         HMV.

               Leaving the CDs, the Customer moves for the exit. 

               He holds open the door for Caroline, Cam and PENNY MORGAN
               who enter. They each carry large bags from a party supply
               store.

               Shane turns to them.

                                   SHANE
                         Hey, I talked to my cousin. He
                         said it's cool to have the party
                         here.

                                   CAROLINE
                         Fantastic.
                             (looking around)
                         This place is great. Very hip.
                         Don't you think so, Cam?

               Cam lowers his bag and takes a look around. His face pales
               in fear.

                                   CAM
                         It's... great.
                             (beat; muttered)
                         Just great.

               He raises the bag of party supplies again, hiding his face.

               EXT. PARK – DAY

               Peter and Vi walk slowly along the path. Peter is trying to
               stay cheerful while Vi is less than enthusiastic.

               Peter points ahead of them.

                                   PETER
                         Look! The swings are free.

               Vi looks over to a small playground.

                                   PETER (CONT'D)
                         Wanna go?

               Vi takes a moment. Forces a smile.

                                   VI
                         Sure.

               Her mobile phone BEEPS. Vi pulls it out of her pocket. She
               checks the screen.

               ANGLE ON PHONE

               The message reads, "Meeting".

               BACK TO VI

                                   VI (CONT'D)
                             (to Peter)
                         You go ahead. 
                             (re: phone)
                         It's Shane. He wants me to call
                         him.

               Peter jogs ahead.

                                   PETER
                         Don't take too long!

               As Vi moves off the path, she dials a number. Someone on
               the other end picks up.

                                   VI
                             (into phone)
                         Jenna? It's Vi.

                                                       INTERCUT WITH:

               INT. THE COMPANY – CONTROL CENTRE – SAME

               JENNA COOKE, talking into an ear piece, moves around the
               room.

               She's busy -- checking files that EMPLOYEES hand her,
               signing forms and monitoring the huge wall sized screen of
               information.

                                   JENNA
                         Hey, Vi. What's going on?

                                   VI
                         I can't make the meeting. Can you
                         just give me my assignment over
                         the phone?

                                   JENNA
                         Well, I don't know. I mean,
                         Benson wants to talk to you.

                                   VI
                             (worried)
                         Oh, man.

                                   JENNA
                         It's probably nothing.

                                   VI
                         Nothing like "Hey, I changed my
                         mind about letting your dad live.
                         The assassins will be there in
                         five".

                                   JENNA
                         Violet...

                                   VI
                         Please, Jenna. Can't you just
                         hold him off for a little while?
                             (beat)
                         It's my birthday.

               Jenna sighs. Vi has won her over.

                                   JENNA
                         Fine.

               She flips through some pages on her clipboard. Stopping on
               one, she scans it. 

                                   JENNA (CONT'D)
                         You've got to find the "Garden of
                         Eden". Whatever that is. 

                                   VI
                         Got it. Garden of Eden. Thanks.

                                   JENNA
                         Oh and Vi? Happy --

               Vi flips her phone closed, not hearing her. 

                                   JENNA (CONT'D)
                         -- Birthday. 
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