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TEASER
FADE IN:
CLOSE ON CT SCAN
A cross-section of a brain, splotched with colour.
INT. THE COMPANY - BENSON'S OFFICE Ð DAY
ANDREW, sitting across from BENSON, squints at the scan.
ANDREW
So this is what the brain of an
omniscient super being looks like.
(beat)
It's pretty.
He passes it to VI. She doesn't even look at it, handing it
to JENNA. Her interest darts to the newspaper on the desk.
JENNA
Does Abigail know?
BENSON
No, not yet.
JENNA
Shouldn't we tell her? She's here
to clean up the Breaker mess and...
She lays the scan back on Benson's desk.
JENNA (CONT'D)
This is kind of messy.
BENSON
It's also complicated.
ANDREW
How? The Breakers forced the Power
into the body of some innocent
girl. If Head Office knows how to
fix this, everything could be back
to normal by the end of the day.
He looks questioningly to the others.
BENSON
I didn't know you cared so much
about your job, Andrew.
ANDREW
I... I don't. I mean, I'm still
getting paid, right? What do I care
if we let the world fall apart?
Vi flips a page of the newspaper. Bored, without looking up:
VI
And it sure seems to be falling
apart without us. Oh, look. Build-A
Bear is closing.
Benson stares at the scan for a long beat.
BENSON
I'll tell her today.
Off his reluctance, CUT TO:
INT. THE COMPANY - RECEPTION Ð DAY
Vi, Andrew and Jenna exit the office and disperse. Benson
collects a stack of phone messages from reception. He turns --
-- And freezes at the sight of MARCUS being escorted into the
room by two SECURITY GUARDS. His wrists are cuffed.
ABIGAIL appears from behind them. She sees Benson and smiles.
ABIGAIL
Alistair, I didn't know you were
tagging along.
BENSON
Tagging along?
ABIGAIL
On the transfer. I'm escorting Mr.
Pierson to Head Office for further
interrogation.
Her cheeriness falters at Benson's blank look.
ABIGAIL (CONT'D)
And you have no idea what I'm
talking about.
BENSON
I don't recall authorising this.
ABIGAIL
You didn't need to. It was my call.
She punches the elevator button and the doors slide open.
Eyebrows raised, she looks questioningly to Benson.
ABIGAIL (CONT'D)
Care to join us?
MARCUS
Yes, the more the merrier.
The Guards give Marcus a shove, corralling him into the
elevator. Abigail steps in after them. She holds the door.
ABIGAIL
Alistair?
A beat. Benson enters apprehensively.
ABIGAIL (CONT'D)
Excellent.
(big smile)
One big happy family.
The doors slide closed.
INT. ELEVATOR Ð DAY
Mind-numbingly cheerful ELEVATOR MUSAK hums from the speakers
as the group ride in silence. Abigail leans over to Benson.
ABIGAIL
How long has it been since you've
visited corporate?
BENSON
Not since they tried to fire me.
Not at all caught by the awkwardness, Abigail nods.
ABIGAIL
Well, I think I should warn you.
The elevator WHINES as it begins to slow. Abigail reaches
into her blazer pocket and produces an ID badge.
BENSON
Warn me about what?
ABIGAIL
They've made a few... changes.
A sharp CHIME. The doors open to reveal...
INT. HEAD OFFICE Ð LOBBY Ð CONTINUOUS
Security. Lots of it.
Set up in front of the bank of elevators is a high-tech and
well-staffed security area Ð walk-through metal detectors, X
ray machines and scanners.
The group emerges from the elevator.
BENSON
Just a few changes?
He is stunned.
CUT TO BLACK:
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
INT. THE COMPANY Ð CONTROL CENTRE Ð DAY
The banks of computers sit cold and dark. A few Employees
wander aimlessly, but there's no real work going on.
Jenna carries an empty box up the stairs to the upper
balcony. As she reaches her office, BONNIE steps out.
JENNA
Oh!
(smiles)
Bonnie, you scared me.
Bonnie just stares.
JENNA (CONT'D)
Were you looking for me?
Without a word, Bonnie glides past her and goes downstairs.
JENNA (CONT'D)
Guess not.
She shrugs and turns back to her office. Andrew swoops in
behind her and wraps his arms around her waist. She jumps.
JENNA (CONT'D)
Andrew! What are you doing?
ANDREW
You said you were going to pack
today. I'm here to help. So...
She turns to face him.
ANDREW (CONT'D)
Where do you want me, boss?
INT. THE COMPANY Ð JENNA'S OFFICE Ð LATER
The box, packed with knick-knacks and office supplies, is on
Jenna's cleared desk. Her brass nameplate is wedged in too.
The desk quivers, rattling the box.
JENNA (O.S.)
(giggles)
Andrew, stop! This isn't my office
anymore. Anybody could walk in.
BENEATH THE DESK
and hidden from prying eyes, lie Jenna and Andrew. They
canoodle sweetly, shoes off and clothes rumpled.
ANDREW
(devilish grin)
Anybody, huh?
Jenna rolls her eyes and attempts to sit up.
JENNA
I still have things to pack.
ANDREW
Like what?
He grabs her hand and kisses it.
JENNA
Like things. Office things. Post
its and paperclips and...
His kisses trail up her arm to her neck. He dares a smirk.
ANDREW
Whiskers on kittens?
Jenna's eyes flutter closed as Andrew continues to kiss and
nuzzle. She smiles lazily, losing herself.
JENNA
Mmm... Bright copper kettles and
warm woolen mittens...
She collapses back onto the carpet. Andrew leans over, his
mouth hovering over hers. She opens her eyes.
ANDREW
These are a few of my favourite --
He dives for a kiss, but Jenna rolls away. Andrew pulls back
and watches as she fiddles with something by the desk leg.
ANDREW (CONT'D)
Uh... Hello? Turning on the sexy
over here and, trust me, this is as
good as it's gonna get.
Jenna has forgotten their moment. Instead, she slides a torn
scrap of paper from beneath the leg of the desk. She sits up.
ANDREW (CONT'D)
You're cleaning?! Jenna!
JENNA
Shut up for a minute.
(beat; concerned)
It's an assignment. I think it's
been here for awhile.
Andrew chuckles and puckers his lips. Goes in for the kiss.
ANDREW
(sing-song)
Uh-oh. You gonna be in truh-ble.
Jenna grabs his face with one hand and squeezes his cheeks
firmly. She arcs one eyebrow, all trace of humour gone.
A beat. Andrew sighs. With his face still squished:
ANDREW (CONT'D)
Give it.
She releases him and hands over the assignment.
INT. MORGAN RESIDENCE - KITCHEN Ð DAY
In the post-breakfast clean up, PETER stacks the dishwasher.
INT. MORGAN RESIDENCE - FRONT HALL Ð DAY
CAROLINE digs her car keys out of her purse.
CAROLINE
(calls upstairs)
If you two aren't in the car in one
minute, I'm leaving without you!
She spots a pile of junk mail on the hall table. There's a
letter peeking out, already opened. Caroline grabs it.
CAROLINE (CONT'D)
(as she reads)
Peter? Do you know anything about
this thing at school?
Peter calls from the kitchen.
PETER (O.S.)
What thing?
CAROLINE
Some information night for Vi's
senior year. It's on Friday.
PETER (O.S.
Nope!
Caroline grits her teeth as she pulls open the front door.
CAROLINE
Vi! You better have a good
explanation for why you didn't tell
me about --
DAVID is on the doorstep, fist raised to knock.
CAROLINE (CONT'D)
David!
DAVID
Hi, Mrs. Morgan.
There's an awkward beat.
DAVID (CONT'D)
I'm here to pick up Vi?
CAROLINE
On a weekday morning?
Vi breezes past her to join David's side.
VI
For school, Mum. Not a date.
CAROLINE
I don't know about this, Vi.
VI
(irritated)
What's there to know? The school's
out of your way, anyway.
Caroline folds her arms.
VI (CONT'D)
Wait, you're seriously saying I
can't go?
DAVID
I'll, uh, wait in the car.
He starts to back up but Vi, still locking eyes with
Caroline, grabs his wrist.
VI
Mum?
A long beat. The corner of Caroline's mouth twitches.
CAROLINE
You're taking your brother.
VI
What?!
And CAM excitedly bursts through the doorway.
CAM
I call shot gun!
He takes off, heading to the car. Caroline barely holds back
her smile at Vi's shocked expression.
CAROLINE
Drive safe.
She goes back inside and closes the door.
INT. MORGAN RESIDENCE - LIVING ROOM Ð DAY
PENNY is in her pajamas, sprawled on the couch and eating
cereal straight from the box. She watches an infomercial.
As Caroline passes by the doorway:
PENNY
Teenagers, huh?
Caroline's triumph dissipates.
EXT. MORGAN RESIDENCE - FRONT LAWN Ð DAY
Vi walks quickly away from the house, still annoyed. David
catches up and takes her hand, bringing her to a stop.
DAVID
Hey.
VI
(reluctant smile)
Hey.
He leans down hesitantly and kisses her. They pull apart and
Vi can't hide her grin, deliriously happy. A car HONKS.
INT. MORGAN RESIDENCE - KITCHEN - DAY
Peter, at the sink, looks up at the sound. Through the front
window he sees --
EXT. MORGAN RESIDENCE - FRONT LAWN - DAY
-- Andrew pull up next to Vi and David.
ANDREW
'Sup, kiddies! Anybody want to go
on a field trip with Unkie Andrew?
VI
That's it right there. The grossest
thing you've ever said.
ANDREW
You can have a piece of candy.
He holds out the assignment. Vi takes it.
INT. MORGAN RESIDENCE - KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
An action which Peter sees.
CAROLINE (O.S.)
Peter!
PETER
Coming!
He gives one last glance to Vi, standing with the paper in
hand, and then walks out of the room.
EXT. MORGAN RESIDENCE - FRONT LAWN - CONTINUOUS
Vi looks over the assignment. Gives it a microsecond of
consideration, then:
VI
No.
(then)
David?
DAVID
Pass.
ANDREW
Pssh! You guys suck.
He holds out his hand. Vi is about to give the paper back
when another car HONKS. Andrew is blocking a nearby driveway.
ANDREW (CONT'D)
Okay, okay! God, does everyone hate
Andrew today?
He pulls his hand back into the car and, in the confusion,
misses the assignment. It drops to the ground, unnoticed.
Andrew glares back at Vi and David.
ANDREW (CONT'D)
Have fun sucking face.
He drives off, quite possibly breaking the suburban speed
limit. David and Vi watch him go, then David turns to her.
DAVID
So, school?
Vi groans. David laughs and, grabbing her hand, playfully
drags her to his car.
EXT. GARRETON ACADEMY Ð DAY
An announcement on the letter board out front reads "YEAR 12
PARENT INFORMATION NIGHT Ð FRIDAY".
INT. GARRETON ACADEMY - HALLWAY Ð DAY
Vi and SHANE shuffle through the mass of students. While
Shane is focused on his mobile phone, Vi natters on.
VI
I just think it's suspicious.
Benson always told me that if I
don't fix a connection, bad things
will happen. But I haven't had a
new assignment in weeks. Have a
look around. Is there chaos in the
streets? Is hellfire raining down?
No. It's not. And you know why?
SHANE
Balls.
VI
Uh... Not quite what I was going to
say but thanks for the input.
Finally looking up from the screen on his phone:
SHANE
Hannah wants me to ditch class
today and hang out with her.
VI
You think she's feeling lonely
because of all the time you've been
spending with Bonnie?
Shane frowns.
SHANE
I didn't until now.
(defensive)
And I'm not spending time with her.
It. Whatever Bonnie is.
His phone BUZZES. A new text. He checks it and sighs.
SHANE (CONT'D)
It's my senior year. Doesn't she
know how important that is?
BZZZZT! Another text.
VI
Apparently not.
They walk into a classroom.
INT. GARRETON ACADEMY - SCIENCE LAB Ð CONTINUOUS
Students noisily take their seats. Vi and Shane grab a bench
in the middle of the room.
Vi eyes Shane with his phone Ð his fingers fly over the key
pad as he replies to the text.
VI
You'd better put that thing away
before Mr. Di Salvo catches you.
You know he hates that.
Shane tucks his phone beneath his pencil case.
SHANE
No, he hates me. There's a
difference.
Speak of the Devil. MR. DI SALVO (40s) enters stormily. He is
a heavy set man, generally unpleasant in disposition. The
sort of guy who became a teacher because he hates kids.
He SLAMS down his briefcase, bringing the class to silence.
MR. DI SALVO
(off their shock)
What? After six years, you forgot
how this works? Books out.
The class hurries to do so.
MR. DI SALVO (CONT'D)
I've just spent the weekend going
over your quiz results.
SHANE
Will we get them back today?
MR. DI SALVO
You want to ask a question, Evans,
you put your hand up.
Shane begrudgingly raises his hand. Mr. Di Salvo ignores him,
instead taking out a stack of papers. Shane lowers his hand.
MR. DI SALVO (CONT'D)
From what I read, you all need a
refresher on the basics. So! Frog
dissections next week!
The class voice their disgust. The papers are distributed.
MR. DI SALVO (CONT'D)
I don't want to hear it! How are
you going to learn this stuff if
you don't get your hands dirty once
in a while?
Vi takes a sheet and turns it over. On the other side is a
full page PETA ad - "Stop Animal Cruelty in Classrooms!".
VI
Uh... Mr. Di Salvo?
She holds up the page. Mr. Di Salvo snatches it from her, his
face going a bright shade of red.
MR. DI SALVO
This isn't... Everybody throw those
out! Someone must've...
He goes back to his desk, grumbling under his breath, and
searches the drawers for the correct papers.
Shane nudges Vi and nods to the doorway.
Bonnie is outside. She wanders past, not seeing them.
VI
What is she doing here?
Sighing heavily, Shane raises his hand.
SHANE
Sir, can I have a bathroom pass?
Distracted by his search, Mr. Di Salvo waves him out.
INT. GARRETON ACADEMY - HALLWAY Ð CONTINUOUS
Shane emerges from the class and catches up to Bonnie in the
empty hall. He takes her arm, pulls her around to face him.
SHANE
You can't be here. This is my
school, Bonnie. Do you understand
what that is? School? It means no
mystical super beings allowed.
She just smiles and takes his hand.
SHANE (CONT'D)
What -- What are you doing?
Bonnie pulls him down the hallway, towards the exit. Shane
jerks his hand away and stumbles back.
SHANE (CONT'D)
I have class! I can't just --
Bonnie turns swiftly and walks away. Shane looks from her, to
his classroom. He calls, trying to keep his voice down:
SHANE (CONT'D)
Bonnie! You can't do this!
(beat)
Damnit.
He goes after her --
INT. GARRETON ACADEMY - SCIENCE LAB Ð CONTINUOUS
-- And Vi sees him jog past the open door.
Shane's phone BUZZES from beneath his pencil case. This time
it's a phone call from Hannah. A repeating HUM.
MR. DI SALVO
Okay, whose is that?
Everyone looks around excitedly. Mr. Di Salvo zeroes in on Vi
beside Shane's empty space. He starts to seethe.
MR. DI SALVO (CONT'D)
Morgan Ð that Shane's? That his
phone?
VI
Um... No, it's...
She grits her teeth a little, then swipes Shane's phone from
under his pencil case. She holds it up.
VI (CONT'D)
It's mine, Sir.
She attempts an apologetic smile.
EXT. MORGAN RESIDENCE Ð FRONT LAWN - DAY
Peter drags the garbage bins down to the curb. Something
crunches under his foot. A scrap of paper.
Peter picks it up. It's Andrew's assignment.
"Garreton Park, 10:43am". Peter looks at his watch.
INT. MORGAN RESIDENCE Ð FRONT HALL - DAY
Caroline walks down the stairs to find Peter pulling on his
jacket. He grabs his keys.
CAROLINE
Where are you going?
PETER
I promised to help Collins do some
filing around the office today.
CAROLINE
But it's your day off.
PETER
You know me, always willing to help
lighten the load.
He gives her a quick peck on the cheek and hurries out.
EXT. PARK - DAY
A charity event is underway. Volunteers man stalls, handing
out cups of water to tired cyclists.
Peter fights his way through the crowd and finds a quiet spot
by the bridge, an old stone structure arcing over a walkway.
He looks at his watch - "10:42" - and compares it to the
assignment sheet. One minute to go.
PETER
Come on...
He cranes his neck to see over the crowd.
A young girl - NELL (9) - climbs onto the guard ledge of the
old bridge. Peter sees her and begins to run.
PETER (CONT'D)
Hey! Get down from there!
Nell loses her balance and falls...
... But a hand grabs hers. It's Peter, holding on tightly as
Nell dangles fifteen feet above the ground.
PETER (CONT'D)
It's okay, I've got you.
Peter pulls Nell to safety. Back on the bridge, they catch
their breath. Nell is wide-eyed in shock.
WARNER (30s), a handsome man, tall and sturdy, pushes towards
them. He reaches Nell and pulls her into his arms.
WARNER
Nell, sweetie, are you okay?!
NELL
Yes, Dad. I'm fine.
She looks to Peter in awe.
NELL (CONT'D)
That man saved me.
Peter, still recovering, realises this himself. He smiles.
INT. GARRETON ACADEMY - ADMIN OFFICE - DAY
Vi enters, books under one arm, and joins the line for the
reception desk. BIANCA works the photocopier nearby.
BIANCA
What are you doing here?
Vi holds up a pink slip of paper. Bianca snorts.
BIANCA (CONT'D)
Good luck.
Vi responds with a questioning look. Bianca nods to the
Principal's office. The blinds are open, showing the back of
a black-haired teen as he is berated by PRINCIPAL KING (30s).
Principal King is a svelte, well-dressed man but he's all
about the show, the image - as shown by his current tirade.
VI
What's going on in there?
BIANCA
Goth kid stole a bunch of rats from
the science lab. Principal King
wants to "make an example" of him.
Principal King points the black-haired teen to the door. The
teen gets up, finally showing his strangely familiar face -
now marred by a lip piercing, studded collar and eyeliner.
As he barges out of the office, Vi gasps in recognition.
VI
Oh my God!
PRINCIPAL KING (O.S.)
Jesse!
The boy now known as JESSE (from 1x06) snaps back. Principal
King holds out a pink slip.
PRINCIPAL KING (CONT'D)
Detention. Two months.
(then)
Unless you'd care to tell me what
you did with them?
Jesse snarls, grabs the paper and exits. Vi stares after him.
VI
That's Jesse? Jesse Montague?
BIANCA
You know that thing?
VI
He was an assignment. I helped him.
(beat)
At least I thought I did.
Bianca gives the retreating Jesse a judgemental once over.
Smirking, she pats Vi's shoulder with insincere reassurance.
BIANCA
Good job, Morgan. You should get
employee of the month.
She moves off, leaving Vi with her troubled thoughts.
CUT TO BLACK:
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
FADE IN:
INT. WICKER RECORDS - DAY
The bell above the door JANGLES as Shane enters. He is
followed closely by Bonnie.
JIMMY sorts receipts at the register, his head down.
JIMMY
If you're looking for anything
Bieber related, get out - then, for
God's sake, don't breed.
SHANE
Have I ever told you that your
people skills need a little work?
Jimmy looks up, taking in Shane's school uniform. He groans.
JIMMY
Aw, crap. Did you graduate already?
SHANE
I cut school. Don't tell my mum.
JIMMY
Get ta sweeping and you've got
yourself a deal.
He hands Shane a broom, then moves his attention to Bonnie.
JIMMY (CONT'D)
Vi, you look different. Haircut?
Bonnie tries to take Shane's hand. He pulls it away.
SHANE
Can you stop doing that? Look, just
go and... browse or something.
(off her blank stare;
points)
That means go over there.
Bonnie moves off. Jimmy raises an eyebrow.
JIMMY
Being a bit of a jerk to your new
friend, aren't you?
SHANE
And you would know all about that.
A blank, unamused look from Jimmy.
JIMMY
Start sweeping from the back.
He leaves. Shane looks over at Bonnie. She stares eerily at a
couple who, upon noticing her, quickly exit. Shane sighs.
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