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TEASER
FADE IN.
EXT. THE CHARON - ROOFTOP - NIGHT
GABRIELLA raises a STAFF over her head to block a strike from
another staff.
She shrugs the blow off to the side and throws a return
strike to her unseen opponent. It's blocked (the sound comes
from off screen) and deflected downward.
She bends backwards, showing amazing flexibility, to duck a
swing from her opponent's staff. The staff sweeps low on the
return, popping her legs out from under her and knocking her
to her back.
CONNOR steps over her, cockily smirking. Gabriella winces in
pain as she sits up. Connor offers his hand and helps her
back to her feet.
CONNOR
You really need to stop with all
that Matrix, power yoga crap. None
of that stuff works in a real
fight.
Gabriella rubs her sore behind as she bends down to pick up
her staff.
GABRIELLA
(pained)
I wasn't aware this was a real
fight.
He smirks and starts to circle her, twirling his staff.
Gabriella sighs and falls into a step with him, maintaining a
few feet of distance as she starts to twirl her staff.
CONNOR
(looks down)
You're still crossing your feet too
far. Anyone with good timing could
just poke you and knock you on your
ass.
She just manages to parry an attack from him. He launches
into a slow, obviously well rehearsed combination that
Gabriella blocks while backing up.
He feints a high strike and spins forward, quickly closing
the distance between them.
Before she can turn to face him, he smacks her in the small
of her back with his staff, causing her to stumble forward.
CONNOR
(exasperated)
Look, if you're not going to take
this seriously-
He stops and looks off to his left. Gabriella spins to face
him and swings her staff, blasting him right in the jaw!
Connor spins around and drops to his knees, his staff falling
out of his hands.
He wipes a speck of blood from his busted lip with the back
of his hand.
GABRIELLA
(shocked)
Oh God, I'm sorry.
Connor spits out a fair amount of blood, still looking in the
same direction.
CONNOR
I'll be right back.
GABRIELLA
Oh, come on. It wasn't that hard.
Quit-
She stops as Connor breaks into a run, leaping off the roof
to another building!
GABRIELLA
(in awe)
-being a baby.
Connor doesn't break stride, sprinting across the roof and
leaping to another.
ZOOM IN on his ear. The faint sound of a woman SCREAMING is
heard.
ZOOM OUT as Connor jumps to another roof. He picks up his
speed as he leaps to:
EXT. CHURCH - ROOFTOP - CONTINUOUS
The roof of the large cathedral slants down at a sharp angle.
Connor plants his feet and slices down the roof like a
downhill skier, sending shingles flying up around him.
He reaches the edge of the roof and jumps to:
EXT. ALLEY - CONTINUOUS
Connor grabs the railing at the top of a fire escape.
ZOOM PAN down to the alley. A promiscuously dressed
PROSTITUTE is slowly backing away from a goth VAMPIRE. Her
hand is pressed to her neck.
They both look up at the sound of Connor hitting the fire
escape.
ZOOM IN on Connor as he drops down to the railing a level
below him. He continues to drop level by level until he
neatly lands between the two in the middle of the alley.
VAMPIRE
(blinks)
Where the hell did you come from?
CONNOR
I'm still trying to figure that
out.
He crosses his arms and looks back and forth between the
vampire and the prostitute.
CONNOR
(smirks)
So what's going on here?
PROSTITUTE
He bit me!
Connor looks to the vampire, speaking as if he were a teacher
talking to a small child.
CONNOR
(patronising)
Is that true?
VAMPIRE
Come on, dude. You know how it is.
Things get hot and heavy. That
blood starts bubbling and-
A disgusted Connor holds up his hand and looks away,
nonverbally begging him to stop.
CONNOR
(sighs)
So the question is what happens
now?
The prostitute can't believe that's even a question. She
points to the vampire, completely confused.
PROSTITUTE
What are you talking about? He's
a...a vampire?
CONNOR
(shrugs)
Yeah, so? Man's gotta eat just like
anyone else.
PROSTITUTE
You need to help me!
CONNOR
Why? He's not even remotely a match
for me and you're not exactly doing
the community a service.
PROSTITUTE
(blinks)
You gotta be joking.
CONNOR
What? I ran over here thinking an
innocent life was in danger and I
could be all noble. Instead, I get
Marilyn Manson about to chow down
on a whore. To be honest, I feel
like I wasted a trip.
The vampire nods, digging this train of thought.
VAMPIRE
I hear ya, bro. I mean, sometimes
it's like-
CONNOR
(sharp)
Shut up!
(to prostitute)
So, what's in it for me? If I dust
this guy, it's gotta be worth my
while.
He grins and flicks his eyebrows up and down. His request is
crystal clear.
PROSTITUTE
Uh, I don't do freebies. Rico
doesn't like it.
CONNOR
(laughing)
Rico?
VAMPIRE
Uh, hey. Are you gonna let me eat
her or not?
CONNOR
Hang on. Hang on. I'm negotiating
here.
(turns to the prostitute)
So what do you say?
The prostitute just stands there, not wanting to believe this
is happening. She doesn't respond.
Connor sighs and rolls his eyes. He turns to the vamp and
make the 'after you' sweeping arm gesture.
The vampire grins and quickly pounces on the prostitute, who
screams as she pushes his fangs away from her.
PROSTITUTE
(terrified)
Okay, okay! Anything, just-
Connor yanks the vampire off of her, spins him around, and
HEAVES him up into the air.
The vampire flies up and smashes into the underside of the
fire escape.
ON Connor's wrist as he flicks his hand, extending a STAKE
from his shirt sleeve.
He throws an uppercut with the same hand, staking the vampire
on its way back down.
The prostitute catches her breath as Connor dusts himself
off.
PROSTITUTE
Were you really going to let him
kill me?
CONNOR
I'll let you stew on that question.
(beat)
Later.
He turns to her and extends his hand in a mockingly gentleman
like gesture.
CONNOR
Shall we?
The prostitute reluctantly takes his hand and he leads her
off screen.
CONNOR (O.S.)
You do any tricks, like putting
your leg behind your head?
BLACK OUT.
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN.
EXT. MOTEL PARKING LOT - DAY
The sun rises over what could only be described as a flea bag
motel. The kind of place with more roaches and mice than
actual people for tenants.
INT. MOTEL ROOM - BEDROOM - NEXT
The curtains are drawn with over a sliver of morning sunlight
creeping through the dirty window.
The room itself is what you'd expect for a place like this.
Furniture looking like it's from the 1970s and a small 13
inch television on the scratched, dented dresser.
CUT TO an overhead shot of the bed. Connor is on his back,
asleep. The prostitute is asleep on his shoulder with her arm
draped across his bare chest. The ugly plaid sheets barely
cover their non PG-13 areas.
CUT TO a tight shot of Connor's watch, lying on the
nightstand next to the bed. Behind it, a blurry Connor stirs
and wakes up. He reaches out and picks up the watch,
switching the focus to him as he looks at the time.
He sighs and looks across the room to a lime green recliner
in the far corner where a shaded figure sits, his feet
propped up by the extended foot rest.
CONNOR
Enjoy the show?
The figure sits up and leans forward into the light. It's
ANGEL!
Or not. The arrogant expression. The glint of devilish
mischief in his eyes. This isn't Angel. It's ANGELUS.
ANGELUS
(smug)
Well, you tell me. I know you've
been in tight spots before, but
from my vantage point, you had an
open field to play with.
Connor sits up, not so gently knocking the prostitute's arm
off of him. She stirs and turns the other way, but doesn't
fully wake up.
CONNOR
(equally smug)
Man has his needs.
ANGELUS
Well, I hope you protected
yourself.
CONNOR
(deadly serious)
Don't.
Angelus gets up from the recliner and walks in front of the
bed. He leans against the dresser and crosses his arms.
ANGELUS
Well, what else am I supposed to
do? Gets boring hanging out in your
dreams night after night. Variety
is the spice of life, after all.
CONNOR
(through gritted teeth)
Then get out.
ANGELUS
Can't help that, sonny boy. That's
all on you. Did you really think
losing your soul wasn't an open
invitation for me to drop in for a
visit?
CONNOR
I didn't have a choice in that.
ANGELUS
But you've got a choice in this,
don't you? Noone told you to try to
get in my head.
CONNOR
Noone told you to get in mine,
yet...
(waves towards Angelus)
...here you are.
ANGELUS
At least you're getting the right
idea now. Those first few nights
were a little rough around the
edges. Didn't know you envisioned
me as such a monster.
(pauses)
Though, thinking about it now. I
guess I should be flattered.
CONNOR
Are you done yet? I'd like to wake
up now.
ANGELUS
Why so short this time around?
Normally we spend hours going-
(mock whining)
I'm not like you. I won't be like
you.
(serious)
Yes, you will. It's in the genes.
(mocking)
I'm not a monster. I'm not a
killer.
(fake cheery)
Sure ya are! Just give it time.
Soon enough, you'll be just like
your old man. You said it yourself.
(serious)
I'm your real father.
Connor's face and neck tighten as he struggles to keep his
composure. The prostitute is still asleep.
CONNOR
Stop it.
ANGELUS
(sighs)
Fine, fine. All this existential
back and forth works up an appetite
anyway. Time for breakfast.
Connor doesn't flinch as Angelus VAMPS OUT and pounces on the
prostitute! She tries to scream but he covers her mouth as he
sinks his fangs in.
She futilely tries to struggle, but Angelus doesn't give her
an inch. Her eyes meet Connor's as he just sits there, calmly
watching. His face unreadable.
Angelus slowly raises his head from her neck and looks Connor
right in the eyes. Her blood is all over his mouth and chin.
ANGELUS
Sure you don't want a bite?
FLASH CUT TO Connor startling as he wakes up, still in the
same place. He sits up, breathing heavily. The prostitute
stirs and wakes up a moment later.
She looks at Connor and smiles, slowly walking her fingers up
his chest.
PROSTITUTE
Hey, stud. Bad dreams?
Connor slaps her hand away. She picks her head up and rests
it on her hand.
PROSTITUTE
Well, now that you're up. Are
you...
She slips her hand under the sheets by Connor's legs.
PROSTITUTE
(leans up to kiss him)
Up?
Connor pulls away from her lips. He grabs her arm and yanks
it out, twisting it at a bad angle. She yelps in pain.
CONNOR
No kissing, remember?
He releases her arm and she cradles it with her other hand.
CONNOR
No telling how many hummers those
lips have seen and I don't mean the
car.
He reaches down to the ground by the bed and retrieves his
boxers, slipping them on under the sheets.
CONNOR
Besides, I feel the sudden urge to
get tested for syphilis.
He gets up from the bed and walks out of frame, leaving the
prostitute there glaring at him.
INT. G&C'S CONDO - KITCHEN - DAY
Dead silence in the room.
ON the microwave set atop the kitchen counter. A timer is
counting down, but the microwave itself isn't cooking
anything.
ON LESI, asleep in the middle of the floor.
Gabriella and KAIA sit at the table, both of them resting
their chins on the back of their hands.
A BEEPING startles them both out of hibernation. Kaia starts
to get up, but Gabriella grabs her wrist.
GABRIELLA
That's my cookies.
Gabriella gets up from her chair. She holds out her hand as
she walks over to the oven. A oven mitt FLOATS over and slips
over it.
Behind her, Kaia puts on another mitt. Gabriella opens the
oven and reaches into it, pulling out a tray of peanut butter
cookies. Kaia takes it from her and she dips back into the
oven for a second tray.
Kaia picks up a cookie and takes a bite. She immediately
frowns and spits it out into the mitt. Gabriella has her back
to her and doesn't see any of this.
ON the microwave as the timer reaches zero and DINGS.
Kaia drops the tray to the floor and dashes out of the room.
Gabriella looks at her, then down to the new mess on the
floor, and sighs.
INT. GABRIELLA'S BATHROOM - NEXT
Kaia slumps down on the toilet and bows her head. Gabriella
appears in the doorway, holding the other tray.
GABRIELLA
So...?
Kaia holds up a small white device that looks like a
thermometer.
KAIA
(downtrodden)
Pink.
GABRIELLA
Oh God.
A beat. Gabriella bites her bottom lip, suddenly looking a
bit hesistant.
GABRIELLA
And... you sure it's Pike's? I
mean, has there been anyone else?
KAIA
(nods)
I'm sure. There's... there's never
been anyone else.
Gabriella nods and leans against the doorway, unsure of what
to say. Kaia rubs the bridge of her nose with both hands,
trying to think.
KAIA
What am I gonna do? I can't deal
with a baby right now.
GABRIELLA
Well, you can start by telling
Pike.
KAIA
I can't just dump this in his lap.
Girl tells her ex she's pregnant
with his kid to get him back? It's
a classic ploy.
GABRIELLA
(confused)
It's not a ploy if you're actually
pregnant!
KAIA
I know, but...
(sighs)
You know, we've had coffee a few
times lately. Talks. Do I really
want to lay this bomb on him? I
mean, he might think I'm trying to
guilt trip him into getting back
with me.
Before Gabriella can answer:
CONNOR (O.S.)
Gabriella! You home?
KAIA
(getting up)
I...I have to go.
GABRIELLA
Kaia...
KAIA
No, Mom put me in charge of Colby's
math lessons and I have to go over
some new bylaws with the elders
before I pick Alicia up from campus
and...
GABRIELLA
(sharp)
Kaia!
Kaia stops rambling.
GABRIELLA
(awkward)
Uh... everything's gonna be okay.
The sentiment is so hollow and unconvincing that Gabriella
herself doesn't seem like she believes it.
KAIA
Easy for you to say.
(exhales)
I'll swing by before I pick up
Alicia and we'll get some coffee or
something.
(blinks)
Or maybe not. Should I be drinking
caffeine anymore?
(exhales again)
Later.
She zips out of the bathroom. After a moment, Gabriella
follows.
INT. G&C'S CONDO - LIVING ROOM - NEXT
Connor tosses his shoes into the broom closet as Kaia, now
with her purse slung over her arm, brushes right by him.
KAIA
(rushed)
Hey, Connor. Welcome back.
She's out the door before he can respond with:
CONNOR
(blinks)
Hey.
Gabriella emerges from her room and Connor nods back towards
the door. Lesi bounds out of the kitchen and starts doing
circles around Gabriella's legs.
CONNOR
(re: Kaia)
What's up with her? Fleas?
GABRIELLA
(shifty)
Uh, girly issues.
CONNOR
(nods and frowns)
Eww.
He heads for his own bedroom.
GABRIELLA
So what'd you get up to last night?
After the roof hopping, I mean.
CONNOR
(shrugs)
Ah, you know. Just screwing around.
(checks his watch)
I'm gonna be late for class. Only
got time for a quick shower and-
GABRIELLA
Hey, wait!
(holds up the tray)
Cookie?
Connor takes one and smiles his thanks. He takes the whole
thing in one bite and chews it.
Then spits it back out all over the floor, wiping his mouth.
CONNOR
(grossed out)
Ugh, that was terrible! What'd you
put in it?
Gabriella's face falls as Connor disappears into his room and
slams the door. She picks up a cookie and looks it over.
GABRIELLA
Can't be that bad.
She holds the cookie down to Lesi. Lesi sniffs it briefly
before WHIMPERING and walking away. Her tail's not wagging
anymore.
Gabriella just huffs.
INT. CSULA PSYCHOLOGY BUILDING - CLASSROOM - DAY
The darkened, stadium seating style classroom is mostly full.
PROFESSOR MICHELLE MARRUS stands at a podium with an image of
the human brain projected on a white screen against the
nearby wall, in mid lecture.
Connor sneaks in and manages to shut the door behind him
without making a single sound.
PROFESSOR MARRUS
(in mid sentence)
-years the somatogenic approach was
widely accepted, in recent years,
there's been more of a move towards
the-
(eyes fall on Connor)
Mr. Angel!
Connor freezes, his ass hovering over a seat he was about to
sit in.
PROFESSOR MARRUS
How nice of you to finally join us.
Connor stands up, scratching the back of his neck.
CONNOR
(dismissive)
Yeah, sorry. I had a late night.
PROFESSOR MARRUS
(stern)
Your social life is not my concern.
I just don't appreciate anyone
showing up late to my class.
She points with a laser pen to an empty seat in the front
row.
PROFESSOR MARRUS
There's a fine seat right here.
Connor's eyes look to where she's pointing and he frowns.
CONNOR
I'm good back here. My eyesight's
fine.
PROFESSOR MARRUS
You missed the first twenty minutes
of lecture.
Wouldn't do you any good to sleep
through the last thirty.
(beat)
I freely admit, I'm very boring.
Everyone chuckles. Connor lets out a long sigh and makes his
way to the front row of seats.
All of his fellow classmates stare him down with his
footsteps creaking on the steps being the only sound in the
room. Imagine the infamous college "walk of shame."
Connor finally takes his seat, surprised to find that it's
next to Kaia's little sister, ALICIA SINCAID. They frown when
they notice one another.
CONNOR
(whispering)
Small world.
ALICIA
(scoffs)
Too damn small.
Both of them turn back to Professor Marrus, who continues her
lecture, aiming her laser pointer back at the image of the
human brain.
PROFESSOR MARRUS
As I was saying, recently there's
been a move towards a more
psychogenic approach to
abnormality. Apparently, lobotomies
weren't getting the job done.
Another chuckle from the students. Connor's face says he
missed the joke.
The lights come back up and the projection screen recedes
into the ceiling.
PROFESSOR MARRUS
This course focuses more on
psychogenic ideologies. But forgot
about textbooks. This is more a
course in experimentation. I've
conducted countless experiments in
psychology over the years. In fact,
I've had a major one just recently
conclude. I'll present my findings
for discussion, we'll perform
experiments as a group in class,
and in short, this is a very hands
on course.
(beat)
And yet, still boring.
More chuckles. Connor just rolls his eyes. It wasn't funny
the first time.
TIME LAPSE to later in the class. Or rather, the end of
class, judging by the students packing up their belongings
and departing.
Connor slings his bookbag over his shoulder and heads for the
stairs when:
PROFESSOR MARRUS
Mr. Angel!
Connor turns around and slowly walks over to Professor
Marrus, who is also packing up her belongings.
PROFESSOR MARRUS
Were you serious about wanting to
take my course?
CONNOR
(confused)
What?
PROFESSOR MARRUS
Well, it's the first day of classes
and you stroll in late. If you're
not going to take this seriously, I
can easily rescind the overload I
personally approved for you.
Connor's face tightens, seemingly like he's biting his
tongue.
CONNOR
I won't be late again.
PROFESSOR MARRUS
I should hope not. This course
moves very fast and I'd hate to see
you get left behind.
(beat)
Good day, Mr. Angel.
Connor stalks off, his expression leaning towards the more
pissed off side of the Force. Getting punked doesn't sit
well.
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