tc2x07
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TEASER
FADE IN:
EXT. MORGAN RESIDENCE – FRONT LAWN – MORNING
It's slightly overcast but warm enough. A soft breeze blows
through the leaves of the tree in the front yard.
VI MORGAN sits on the broadest branch, her back to the
rough tree trunk.
With eyes closed, she nods along to the MUSIC coming from
her ipod. She's completely calm.
THWACK!
A small rock hits the side of her head. Vi's eyes fly open
and she tumbles sideways – startled.
She scrambles for a hold on the branch. Her fingers slip.
The ipod falls and then...
... She's upside down. Legs wrapped around the branch, arms
struggling to hold her shirt in place.
MALE VOICE (O.S.)
Uh... Sorry.
Frustrated, Vi blows her hair from her face.
From a few metres away, ANDREW FRIAR waves sheepishly.
ANDREW
Hi.
Vi glares.
VI
Oh, it's not a problem.
Andrew darts forward and helps her down. As Vi maneuvers
off the branch...
VI (CONT'D)
A near death experience is the
only way to start the day.
Her feet touch the ground and she fixes her hair as best
she can.
VI (CONT'D)
After a big breakfast, of course.
She looks to Andrew. Waits for him to speak. Andrew just
stares at her intently.
VI (CONT'D)
I'm not a witch, I swear.
ANDREW
(snapping out of it)
Huh?
VI
The rocks? With the throwing?
ANDREW
Oh. Uh. I was just... I called
but you didn't...
VI
Right.
A beat. A long, awkward beat.
VI (CONT'D)
I assume you're not looking for
me. Given the way you practically
ran screaming when I opened the
door last night.
Andrew grimaces – not sure how to start.
ANDREW
Well... Here's the thing...
(beat)
You really don't recognise me?
Vi shakes her head.
VI
Should I?
ANDREW
It's me. Andrew.
Taking a few steps back, Vi laughs nervously.
VI
Look, I don't know who you've
been stalking on MySpace but it's
not me.
ANDREW
Vi, come on --
VI
And, by the way, how do you know my
name?
Andrew's mouth gapes open.
ANDREW
I-I-Uh, it's... I mean --
Vi turns and walks quickly towards the front porch.
VI
Okay, this is starting to creep
me out. You need to go.
He starts after her.
ANDREW
Wait. Please.
Vi reaches the front door. As she opens it:
VI
Leave me alone!
She enters, SLAMMING the door behind her.
INT. MORGAN RESIDENCE – FRONT HALL – MORNING
Vi turns to peer out of the window beside the door.
Andrew's gone.
She takes a deep breath. Turns back.
VI
That was weird.
She thinks for a moment. Half smiles.
VI (CONT'D)
Cute. But weird.
She moves off.
EXT. MORGAN RESIDENCE – FRONT LAWN – MORNING
MOVING ALONG the rocky garden edging by the base of the
tree, we land on Vi's ipod – a huge crack running down the
front.
The MUSIC playing from the earpieces begins to FADE. The
screen shows the powering down message: "Goodbye".
It flickers and dies.
CUT TO BLACK.
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
INT. THE COMPANY – HOLDING CELL – DAY
An ANT feels its way across a grey cement floor. It reaches
a bread crumb and stops, inspecting it.
A huge blurred MASS lowers itself into frame behind the ant
and it's hoard. The mass sharpens.
It's DOC. Lying on the floor of his cell beside a lumpy
cot.
DOC
Hello there, little fella.
Whatcha found there? Come on,
don't be scared.
ALISTAIR BENSON stands outside the cell – separated from it
by shatter-proof glass.
BENSON
Now, Wilhelm. You've only been in
here for twelve hours. It's far
too early for that.
Doc nods and sits up. He glances over his shoulder at
Benson.
DOC
Very true.
He stands, dusting off his palms.
DOC (CONT'D)
I'll wait a few months before I
name him.
Doc nears Benson.
BENSON
You're expecting to be here that
long?
DOC
Aren't I? Because according to
you, I did a very naughty thing.
BENSON
And I'd like to know why.
Doc chuckles.
DOC
Getting straight to the point, I
see.
BENSON
I'm a very busy man. Thanks to
you.
Doc's eyes roam Benson's blank expression.
DOC
Pull up a chair.
Benson doesn't move. Doc shrugs. He seats himself on the
cot and, with some struggle, sits cross-legged.
DOC (CONT'D)
Now, let me see. Where do you
start with any good story? I'd
wager it would be at...
He holds his hand out to Benson, waiting for the response.
DOC (CONT'D)
The beginning. Very good, sir.
He clears his throat.
DOC (CONT'D)
Once upon a time --
BENSON
Get on with it, Wilhelm. I don't
have time for this.
Doc's smile drops.
DOC
It started with a walk. I left
the Company for the first time in
years. Maybe the first time since
I was hired. I just wandered for
awhile, I had no mission, no real
desire to go to any one specific
place. That's how I ended up at
the park. Sitting on a bench.
Next to one Peter Morgan.
BENSON
You didn't seek him out?
DOC
Now why would I do something like
that? You seem to think I did
this because I have some...
vendetta against the Company,
Benson, which, I can assure you,
I don't. This is about the
threads of the universe. They
weave themselves in ways we can't
even imagine.
BENSON
The universe led you to Peter
Morgan?
DOC
He was tired and broken and
spent. I could see almost
immediately that Peter was a man
of great potential. He already
had the words inside of him, he
just needed me to help him put
them together.
BENSON
You gave him the idea for the
book.
Doc nods.
DOC
We continued our meetings.
Whenever he got stuck on some
small detail. It seems strange to
you, Benson, but... he needed it.
He needed to become the man he
once was.
(beat)
Peter Morgan's connection was
broken.
A smile creeps over Doc's face.
DOC (CONT'D)
And I fixed it.
Off Doc's maniac grin, cut to:
INT. THE COMPANY – BENSON'S OFFICE – DAY
Andrew enters.
He ignores JENNA COOKE and SHANE EVANS, who sit in chairs
opposite Benson's desk.
He slumps to the ground, his back leaning against the side
of the desk - his feet to the wall.
Jenna starts to stand.
JENNA
Andrew? Are you...
Andrew kicks his foot forward – SMASHING it through the
wall. He makes no effort to remove it.
JENNA (CONT'D)
... Okay....
She sits back down and turns to Shane instead.
JENNA (CONT'D)
You want something to eat?
There's a buffet breakfast in
five minutes.
SHANE
I don't think I could ever eat
again.
Andrew SCOFFS.
ANDREW
Bloody teenagers. You're all so
goddamn overdramatic.
He YANKS his foot free.
The door BURSTS open and Benson strides inside. He SLAMS
the door closed behind him and, fuming, stalks around the
desk.
He sits down and clasps his hands together. A beat.
BENSON
So, how is everyone today?
JENNA
Uh...
BENSON
Reports? Updates? Progress?
Anyone?
Andrew stands.
ANDREW
She doesn't remember anything. I
tried again this morning.
SHANE
Maybe I could --
BENSON
I think trying to bring Vi back
is a lost cause, I'm afraid. She
made her choice.
JENNA
But, sir, this isn't just
something we can decide
ourselves. There are channels.
Head Office has to be informed.
BENSON
And they will be. But, right now,
we need to assess whether we can
continue without Violet Morgan.
ANDREW
Of course we can't. What about
all that balancing out the
universe crap? There'll be one
less Runner, meaning more
assignments for everybody else.
BENSON
Not with young Mr. Evans, here.
Somehow, the power that controls
the Company has decided that he
is important enough to bring into
our circle. And, judging from the
events of the past few days, it
seems he's the one getting Vi's
assignments now. He can take over
for her.
SHANE
Hang on, I didn't ask for this.
This isn't fair.
BENSON
Life isn't fair, Mr. Evans.
Sometime's you just have to
accept it.
Looking back down to his desk, his eyes gloss over the hole
in the wall. He does a double take.
BENSON (CONT'D)
Why is there a hole in my wall?
With a soft CLICK, the door closes. Andrew's slipped out.
INT. THE COMPANY – RECEPTION OFFICE – DAY
Andrew reaches the elevator. Jenna hurries out of Benson's
office and joins him. She looks concerned.
JENNA
Andrew, please don't do anything
stupid.
The elevator CHIMES and the doors slide open. Andrew steps
inside and turns to face her.
ANDREW
I think Vi's already covered
that.
Jenna moves a hand in between the doors, stopping them from
closing. She purses her lips.
A beat. Andrew sighs.
ANDREW (CONT'D)
I'm just going to get the memory
gizmo back. Can't have Little
Miss Forget-Me-Now running around
with Company property, can we?
JENNA
Then I think Shane should --
ANDREW
The kid's a mess. He hasn't
slept, he's just... I can handle
this, okay?
Jenna nods and steps back.
JENNA
Okay. But take Kou. And --
The doors slide closed. A beat.
JENNA (CONT'D)
(softly)
Be careful.
INT. MORGAN RESIDENCE – LIVING ROOM – DAY
MUSIC is playing. More specifically, it's Shania Twain's
"Man! I Feel Like A Woman!".
We are on the faces of CAROLINE MORGAN and PETER MORGAN as
they stand in the doorway. They watch something with
confusion and a little concern.
PETER
Should we do something?
CAROLINE
What's there to do?
Inside the living room, Vi dances wildly to the MUSIC VIDEO
playing on the TV. She holds a feather duster in one hand
and cleans as she SINGS ALONG.
CAROLINE (CONT'D)
This is... normal.
She looks to Peter.
CAROLINE (CONT'D)
Isn't it?
CAM MORGAN and PENNY MORGAN appear beside them. Following
the gaze of their parents, they turn to look at Vi.
PENNY
What's with the freak?
CAM
Is she alright?
PETER
She's fine. Just a little...
cabin fever.
He looks to Caroline, pleadingly.
CAROLINE
Maybe we should all go out for
lunch. De-stress a little.
PENNY
I think Vi's already got that
covered.
At this point, Vi turns to them – completely comfortable
with having an audience. She strikes a pose.
VI
(singing along)
Man! I feel like a woman!
Off the faces of her family, we cut to:
INT. ANDREW'S CAR (NOT MOVING) – DAY
Andrew and KOU YIMOU watch intently as, across the street,
the Morgan family exit the house and climb into their car –
Cam and Vi playfully fighting for the last window seat.
KOU
She looks happy.
Andrew ignores him. The Morgan's drive off.
ANDREW
Let's go.
He climbs out.
INT. MORGAN RESIDENCE – VI'S ROOM – DAY
Andrew enters first. He moves slowly, taking in the stillness
of the room.
Kou steps around him and begins searching swiftly. He is
careful to replace whatever he moves. Never leaving a trace
that he was there.
Andrew runs his fingers along the books on Vi's bookshelf.
Kou stops, studying him.
KOU
I can do this, Andrew. If you
want to wait outside.
ANDREW
No, I don't want to wait outside.
KOU
I know how hard this must be for
you.
ANDREW
Really? That's funny, because
it's really not all that hard.
She's a good kid. She deserves a
break from all this. It's fine.
KOU
She's not... she's not taking a
holiday, Andrew. Vi's not coming
back.
Andrew turns away.
ANDREW
(muttering)
I guess we'll see about that.
Kou shakes his head sadly and gets back to work. Andrew
reaches the window seat. He starts lifting the cushions -
throwing them onto the floor.
Underneath the last one is the memory wiping device. Andrew
picks it up. A piece of paper is rolled around it.
With shaking fingers, Andrew hesitantly unrolls the paper.
He glances at Kou who's searching the other side of the
room. His back is turned.
Andrew looks back to the paper. As he reads it, his eyes
slowly start to well with tears.
After a few moments, he hastily stuffs the note into his
pocket. Blinking back tears, he turns to Kou.
ANDREW (CONT'D)
Found it.
Andrew tosses the device to him and quickly fixes the
window seat cushions.
ANDREW (CONT'D)
Let's go.
He hurries out of the room. Kou takes a moment then slowly
follows.
MUSIC CUE: "Sweetness" by Jimmy Eat World
INT. WICKER RECORDS – MAIN FLOOR – DAY
The place is a little less crowded than usual. Probably
because of the complete disarray of the main floor.
BB and VINKLE set up the stage area, hefting display racks
off a raised platform.
VINKLE
BB! You're not doing it right!
BB
I'm lifting a big metal thing.
There's only one way to do it.
VINKLE
It's - - ow! -- on my - - ah! --
my foot!
Vinkle drops the shelf and it falls to the side. With a
huge CRASH, it hits the ground. CDs spiral in all
directions.
Vinkle hops away, shaking out his foot.
VINKLE (CONT'D)
My podiatrist said I'm not
supposed to put heavy things on
it!
Across the store, Shane enters. BB, ignoring Vinkle, spots
him.
BB
Dude, where've you been? We've
got a gig tonight, you know!
Behind Shane, HANNAH MARSHALL enters. BB grins. Vinkle
stops hopping around.
BB (CONT'D)
(re: Hannah)
But we forgive you, if she's back
for good.
Shane and Hannah share a smile.
SHANE
Yeah. I think she's back. Do you
think you're back?
HANNAH
I very definitely think so.
She grins. BB opens his arms and Hannah skips forward,
hugging him. She turns to Vinkle but he flinches away.
Hannah smirks and grabs him anyway.
GWEN (O.S.)
Shane?
Shane, somewhat startled, looks up. GWEN HART makes her way
down the stairs from the loft.
SHANE
Uh, hi, Gwen. Hey.
GWEN
What are you doing here?
SHANE
I sort of, well, my cousin –-
He turns, searching for Jimmy but he's nowhere to be seen.
SHANE (CONT'D)
-- Doesn't seem to realise my
band is trashing his store.
GWEN
The blonde guy? With glasses?
Shane nods.
GWEN (CONT'D)
He was ranting before and trying
to figure out what to do. I'm
pretty sure he landed on
"ignoring it and hoping it goes
away".
SHANE
Right. Yeah...
GWEN
I'm just picking up a CD for
Niko.
SHANE
So, you guys are still...
GWEN
We're still, yeah.
Over with BB and Vinkle, Hannah notices Gwen.
SHANE
Well, no, I just meant that you
guys should... come to the show.
My band. Tonight. Here. We're
playing a...
GWEN
Show?
SHANE
Exactly. And you should come. I
guess it's sort of... an apology.
For the other week.
Gwen thinks for a moment. Smiles.
GWEN
Yeah. That sounds like fun.
SHANE
It will be. Fun. Lots of it.
GWEN
Well, I'm just gonna... pay.
Shane leaps out of her way, waving out his arms towards the
front counter.
SHANE
Okay. You go pay and I'll just
be... over there. With my band
who you will see tonight.
GWEN
Tonight. Okay.
Shane, practically dying from awkwardness, moves away. As
he exits frame, he cringes in embarrassment.
INT. THE HAPPY VAMPIRE – DAY
Caroline, Peter, Cam and Penny are seated in a booth by the
window. They each have a macabre themed meal in front of
them but no one's very interested in eating at this point.
Vi approaches the table, tossing a handful of tomato sauce
packets onto it.
VI
I bring sauce.
She sits down, picks one back up and eyes it carefully.
VI (CONT'D)
Okay, I'm all for being detailed
but do they really have to shape
these like blood bags from the
hospital?
Looking up, she waits for a response. The rest of the
family stare at her with a mix of nervousness and
anticipation.
VI (CONT'D)
What is it? Do I have something
on my face?
CAROLINE
No, sweetie. We have to... tell
you something.
Vi's face drops.
VI
Oh God. Is Penny pregnant?
PENNY
What?!
VI
Because you are not turning my
room into a nursery.
Penny grabs a chip from Cam's tray and hurls it at Vi who
dodges easily.
PENNY
Skank!
VI
Well, obviously not if I'm not
the one --
PENNY
I found Dad's book, you freak!
It's getting published and we're
having the stupid launch party
tonight!
Silence. They stare at Vi. Waiting for the inevitable
meltdown. Vi blinks. She looks to Peter.
A beat.
Her face lights up.
VI
You're getting a book published?
Oh my God, Dad! That's awesome!
Peter, Caroline, Cam and Penny share stunned looks. This is
definitely not the reaction they were expecting.
INT. THE COMPANY – BENSON'S OFFICE – DAY
Benson looks asleep, sitting back in his chair.
His telephone RINGS and his hand moves only slightly to
pick up the receiver and lift it to his ear.
BENSON
(into phone)
Yes?
There's a long beat. Some RAPID UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEAKING
from the other end of the line is heard through the
silence.
Benson's eyes open.
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