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ACT TWO
FADE IN.
INT. WHITMAN APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - DAY
Betty comes back in, with an ironing board tucked under her
arm and an clothes iron in the other hand. Hank is just
putting the DVD from earlier back in its hiding place.
HANK
Oliver and his friend said they
would help.
BETTY
(relieved)
Oh, thank God.
Connor pulls a small notepad and pen from his back pocket,
handing both to Hank.
CONNOR
Write down the names of anyone you
think could be behind this.
Hank takes the items with a nod and starts his list.
PAN UP to the clock reading 2:00pm.
DISSOLVE to later, still on the clock. Now it reads 2:47pm.
PAN DOWN to Hank and Betty sitting on the couch, the former
finally putting his pen down.
HANK
Done.
Connor takes the notebook and starts reading the list
silently with Pike looking on. They share a wary look.
Then Connor flips the page and keeps reading. After taking
those names in, they share another look.
And Connor flips the page again.
CONNOR
Okay, I'll take the first twenty
and you take the last eighty.
PIKE
(to Hank)
Is there anyone in particular we
should check into first? That's a
lot of names.
Hank leans up over the couch and points to one name in
particular.
HANK
Adoni Ceraph. He runs a casino out
of the back of Mazzi's.
CONNOR
The Italian place out by the
airport?
Hank nods.
PIKE
Why him in particular?
Hank and Betty share a quick worried look. Pike groans and
crosses his arm.
PIKE
Look, you two. If you want us to
help, you need to tell us
everything.
BETTY
Adoni and Hank were childhood
friends. He was... my first husband
and it didn't end well.
CONNOR
That was what, a hundred years ago?
Why would he just start a pissing
contest now?
HANK
I... I don't know, but you asked
for a starting point. That's all I
got. Haven't seen him for years not
since the last time we got into it
over Betty.
Connor nods and puts the notebook in his back pocket.
CONNOR
Hank, let me borrow your phone.
Connor waves his phone in the air.
CONNOR
Battery's dead.
Hank nods and hands his cell to Connor. Connor steps into the
kitchen for a little privacy.
INT. PIKE'S BUILDING - HALLWAY - NEXT
Connor shuts the Whitmans' door behind him and starts down
the hall with Pike.
PIKE
Thought he was over this crap.
Connor hands Pike the list of names Hank wrote down.
CONNOR
Think you can check into Ceraph on
your own? I'm gonna stick with
Hank.
PIKE
You don't believe him either, do
you?
CONNOR
He mentioned something he had to do
tonight. The man just got shot at,
his wife's life been threatened, so
what's so important that he's still
willing to go out?
PIKE
I don't know. Okay, I'll take
Ceraph. Keep me posted on Hank.
CONNOR
Oh, one other thing.
He hands Pike a slip of paper.
PIKE
(curious)
What's this?
CONNOR
I checked Hank's phone. Those are
the numbers he got the threatening
voicemails and texts from. Can you
get them traced?
PIKE
Yeah, but why not just ask him for
all this?
They get to the elevator and Connor presses the call button.
CONNOR
They've been getting the letters
for a few months now. Yet the
voicemails and texts just started
coming in. Something's escalating.
PIKE
Maybe whoever he owes got fed up
with the waiting?
The elevator arrives and both of them step on. Pike presses a
button for the first floor.
CONNOR
(unsure)
Maybe. Still though, it feels off.
I can't put my finger on what. Yet.
Pike nods as the doors close.
INT. WILHELMINA'S CAR - DAY
Kaia, Gabriella, and Wilhelmina are parked across the street
from a small office building.
Gabriella's at the wheel now, her eyes narrowed and focused.
Kaia's sitting next to her with Wilhelmina in the back,
bundled up like there's a blizzard out instead of the
glistening LA sun.
KAIA
So we're just gonna sit and wait
for him to come out?
WILHELMINA
Not quite.
Wilhelmina pulls a small KNIFE from her purse and opens her
door, getting a shocked look from Kaia and Gabriella.
GABRIELLA
Will, what is that for? You're not
gonna-
WILHELMINA
This isn't for Myers.
She steps out and shuts the door, leaving Kaia and Gabriella
alone. They speak in low, hushed tones during this exchange.
KAIA
Gabriella? I think your friend's a
little unhinged.
Gabriella looks out the front windshield again.
GABRIELLA
(sighs)
She's just... worked up. This whole
thing's been hard. You wouldn't
understand.
KAIA
She looks like she's ready to kill
someone!
GABRIELLA
(icily)
Well geez, Kaia, wanna give her
some pointers then?
A beat. Kaia angrily looks away, offended by that reply.
GABRIELLA
(guilty)
I'm sorry. I didn't mean that.
KAIA
Connor's starting to rub off on
you.
Kaia looks back to Gabriella's guilty face and now her
expressions softens a bit.
OUTSIDE THE CAR
GABRIELLA (V.O.)
I know sometimes it's a burden, but
imagine if you woke up one day and
suddenly you're not a werewolf
anymore. How would you feel?
Wilhelmina is kneeling by the rear passenger tire, SLASHING
it with her knife. The air quickly drains out of it.
KAIA (V.O.)
(beat)
Weak.
BACK INSIDE THE CAR
Both ladies turns when they hear the hissing sound of the air
draining. Through the window, Wilhelmina gives them a thumbs
up. Warily, they both turn back around.
GABRIELLA
I've been doing magic since before
I could write my own name. It's a
part of me. Mentally, Emotionally.
Physically. But this guy...
violated me. Took a part of me
away.
(beat; stern)
And I want it back.
KAIA
Okay. I get it. And I'm gonna help.
Wilhelmina opens the door and climbs back inside.
WILHELMINA
We're all set. Just follow my lead,
whatever happens, okay? I know what
I'm doing.
Gabriella doesn't answer. After a moment, she points to the
office building.
GABRIELLA
We're on.
A tall, well groomed man in his late thirties steps out of
the office and shuts the door behind him. This is PATRICK
MYERS.
All of the girls get out of the car.
EXT. INSURANCE OFFICE - NEXT
Myers checks his watch as he briskly moves to a luxury sedan
parked on the street.
WILHELMINA (O.S.)
(frantic)
What are we going to do?
KAIA (O.S.)
(beat)
It's okay, Will!
Myers looks across the street and we follow his eyes to see
the girls in the middle of a heated discussion. The trunk of
Wilhelmina's car is up.
WILHELMINA
No, it isn't! That bastard ex of
mine did this.
Myers waves at them as he starts to cross the street.
MYERS
Excuse me, ladies. Is there a
problem?
The three ladies part ways and Gabriella makes a sweeping
gesture towards the tire Wilhelmina just slashed.
GABRIELLA
Her ex-husband just slashed her
damn tire!
Wilhelmina throws her hands up in frustration and moves away.
Kaia steps up to Myers.
KAIA
We, uh, were having lunch at that
cute little bistro down the street.
Came back to this.
Myers sighs and checks his watch.
MYERS
Do you have a spare?
WILHELMINA
(exasperated)
Yes, but no jack. Plus I can't
change a flat tire! None of us can.
Myers points back towards his car.
MYERS
Well, if you have a spare, I have a
jack and lug wrench in my car. I
can put it on for you.
Gabriella's eyes light up and she grins.
GABRIELLA
(grateful)
Oh my goodness, could you really? I
don't want to be a bother.
MYERS
No, it's no problem. I'll be right
back.
He sets his briefcase down and jogs back across the street to
his car.
FADE TO a few moments later. Myers has his jacket off now and
is just finishing up the tire replacement.
He dusts his hands and stands up.
MYERS
There ya go. All done.
Gabriella enthusiastically shakes his hand.
GABRIELLA
Thank you so much!
MYERS
(grinning)
It's no problem, really. You know,
my company has an excellent premium
that includes a free AAA package.
He picks up the spare and carries it over to Wilhelmina's
trunk. Kaia is standing on the other side of the car with her
arms crossed, not looking happy with this at all.
Unseen by all, Wilhelmina picks up the lug wrench laying by
the newly fitted tire.
GABRIELLA
Is it affordable?
Myers is loading the slashed tire into the trunk now.
MYERS
Oh yes. In fact, maybe I can cut
you a-
WHAM!
Wilhelmina drills Myers in the back of the head with the
wrench. Myers drops to his knees and looks back to
Wilhelmina.
GABRIELLA
Will, what the hell are you doing?
She winds up and clocks him in the jaw with the wrench,
knocking him out cold. She raises her arms for another blow,
but Kaia grabs her arm.
KAIA
(stern)
He's out! Not gonna be breaking any
spells if he's got a concussion
when he wakes up.
A fuming Wilhelmina silently concedes the point with a nod
and lowers the wrench.
GABRIELLA
What's the meaning of this? You
didn't say you were going to attack
him!
WILHELMINA
Help me get him in the trunk.
(off their looks)
Quick! Before someone sees us!
Together, all three women hoist Myers up and into
Wilhelmina's trunk, making sure they're not seen.
Wilhelmina searches Myers's pockets, digging out his car
keys.
WILHELMINA
Do you know a place we can take
him?
Gabriella snatches Wilhelmina's arm, yanking her away from
Myers.
GABRIELLA
Will, this is kidnapping! I didn't
sign up for this.
WILHELMINA
What'd you think, Gabriella? We'd
just stroll up and tell him
everything? Hope he comes along
quietly?
(beat; cold)
Now, do you know a place we can
take him? Somewhere isolated?
Gabriella briefly bows her head before looking to Kaia,
nonverbally asking her what to do.
KAIA
(disgusted)
I know a place. Just get his car
and follow us.
Wilhelmina nods and starts to cross the street. Kaia slams
the trunk closed.
SMASH CUT TO:
INT. MAZZI'S ITALIAN BISTRO - DINING ROOM - DAY
Pike weaves his way through the tables, heading for the
double doors leading into:
INT. MAZZI'S ITALIAN BISTRO - KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
Pike smacks his hands on the metal prep table, garnering the
attention of several cooks.
PIKE
Alright, keep up the good work,
guys! Let's push those tickets!
He looks around, spotting a burly BODYGUARD wearing
sunglasses guarding a door at the opposite end of the
kitchen.
Pike gives him a "what's up" nod as he walks over. The
bodyguard puts his hand on Pike's chest, stopping him from
entering the door.
PIKE
(sizing him up)
Hmm. That must be where they keep
the good stuff if a big guy like
you is watching the door.
BODYGUARD
Can I help you with something, sir?
PIKE
Yeah, I'm running late. Is it too
late to buy in?
The bodyguard curiously looks him over.
BODYGUARD
I don't know what you're talking
about, sir. I'm gonna have to ask
you to leave.
He rudely SHOVES Pike back.
Pike fires a CHOP to the bodyguard's throat, the attack
coming too fast to block. The bodyguard gags and grabs his
throat.
Pike grabs him by the collar and KNEES him in the groin,
doubling him over.
PIKE
And I'm going to have to not-so
politely decline.
He grabs the bodyguard by the back of his throat and slams
him face first into the sink counter.
The bodyguard slumps to the ground against the door. Pike
grabs a SKILLET, holds it front of the bodyguard's face, and
fires three knees into the skillet, driving the cast iron
into his face.
After that, he lets the bodyguard fall to his side and opens
the door into:
INT. MAZZI'S ITALIAN BISTRO - BACKROOM CASINO - CONTINUOUS
The small room is filled with cigarette and cigar smoke. Pike
COUGHS and waves the smoke out of his face.
There's several different tables set up. Blackjack, poker, a
roulette wheel, all the standard gambling fare.
PIKE
(yelling)
Hey!
All of the gamblers, some human and some demon, stop what
they're doing and look at the newcomer.
PIKE
I'm looking for Adoni Ceraph.
A bald, pale blue demon in a tuxedo steps forward from the
crowd. If not for the blue skin and fangs, he'd pass for
human in appearance. This is ADONI CERAPH.
CERAPH
I'm Ceraph. And you're in a lot of
trouble, young man.
Pike pulls a gun and aims it right at Ceraph, garnering GASPS
from all the customers in the room.
PIKE
(calling out)
Sorry, folks, but we're closing up
early. Have a good night.
Noone moves a muscle. Pike rolls his eyes.
PIKE
Uh, that means leave.
Everyone quickly gathers their belongings and scampers out,
leaving Pike and Ceraph alone.
PIKE
Now, let's talk about Hank.
CERAPH
Hank? Hank Whitman?
(nods)
What're you? His protection? A cop?
PIKE
Just a concerned friend. He's been
getting some pretty nasty
collections letters and seems to
think you're behind them.
Ceraph snorts and lights a cigar. He blows out a smoke circle
and chuckles to himself while straightening his tuxedo.
CERAPH
I run about six figures worth of
revenue a night through here, my
friend. What do I care about some
loser who always plays the cheap
tables?
PIKE
Wait. He's been here recently? He
said he hadn't seen you for years.
CERAPH
I tossed him out a couple of weeks
ago for counting cards at a
blackjack table. Told him if he
ever set foot in here again, it was
his ass.
Pike slowly lowers the gun.
PIKE
Does he owe you any money?
CERAPH
Of course he does. He's been a
regular for months, so I spotted
him a loan awhile back when he was
down. It was only a c-note though.
Hardly worth going through any
trouble for.
Pike looks utterly lost now.
PIKE
Why would he send me after you
though? Betty?
CERAPH
(shrugs)
That cheating bitch? No, I got over
that years ago and he knows it.
When he first came here, he
threatened to expose my little
sideshow here to the cops if I
didn't let him play.
Pike looks away, taking that in, trying to put it all
together.
PIKE
Why would he lie to me?
CERAPH
I wasn't very discreet about
tossing him. He's probably still
wiping the egg off of his face.
Pike sighs and starts to walk out.
PIKE
Might want to get your guy outside
to a hospital.
Pike slams the door behind him as he leaves.
CERAPH
(chuckling)
Douchebag.
FLASH CUT TO:
EXT. MAZZI'S ITALIAN BISTRO - MOMENTS LATER
Pike's about to mount his motorcycle when his phone rings. He
answers without checking the caller name.
PIKE
This is Pike.
(listens)
You got the name? Hang on a sec.
Pike reaches into his back pocket and pulls out Connor's
notepad.
PIKE
Okay, go ahead.
He listens and scribbles something down.
PIKE
Okay, got it. Hey, can you pull up
their call logs and check 'em
against the list of names I gave
you?
(beat; listens)
Yeah, thanks. I owe you big time. I
gotta go, dude.
He quickly hangs up and pauses for a moment, looking very
lost in thought now.
EXT. UNKNOWN HOME - DAY
A taxi pulls up in front of a very nice home that almost
resembles a small mansion. Hank steps out, pays his driver,
and starts up the long driveway to the entrance.
Behind him, a truck drives down the street with Connor on the
roof of the trailer! Connor jumps off, landing on the
sidewalk across from the estate.
He watches Hank get to the front door and knock. His phone
rings, eliciting a groan as he answers it.
CONNOR
Hey, Pike. Listen, I was right
about Hank. He left about an hour
after you did. We're over in Echo
Park.
(beat; listens)
Yeah, that's a smart move. Let me
know if that turns up anything.
I'll check in later.
Connor hangs up and looks back to the entrance, but Hank is
nowhere to be seen. His face tightens up and he crosses the
street.
INT. UNKNOWN HOME - UPSTAIRS BALCONY - NEXT
Hank is passing back and forth, sipping from a water bottle
and looking very anxious.
CONNOR (O.S.)
Could've sworn Pike told you to
stay put at home, Hank.
Hank whips his whole body around, searching for the sound of
the voice. Out of the completely shaded doorway behind him,
Connor emerges from the shadows.
CONNOR
So there better be a damn good
reason you're out and about.
Hank smiles nervously.
HANK
(on edge)
Connor. Uh, w... what are you doing
here?
CONNOR
(deadpan)
I followed you. Something about
your story didn't play right to me.
Hank looks around, like he's expecting someone. Connor slowly
starts advancing on him. Hank backs up to
HANK
(still on edge)
Why? Because I decided to go visit
a friend?
CONNOR
Because for someone who is having
his and his wife's lives
threatened, you sure don't seem too
concerned about being out where the
bad guys can get to you.
Hank looks around again.
HANK
Look, you need to get out of here,
okay?
CONNOR
(still advancing)
Oh, and there's the little matter
of Ceraph not being a threat to you
at all, really.
HANK
You really can't be here, okay?
In a flash, Connor closes the distance and has Hank pinned
against a wall, his elbow buried in Hank's neck.
CONNOR
So that makes two times you've
tried to lie to me today. And I've
got major trust issues already.
Hank is breathing heavily and raggedly.
HANK
Please, you don't understand.
That chilling, simmering anger tone in Connor is gone. Now
he's just flat out pissed.
CONNOR
Make me understand! You've got
about five seconds to start telling
me what the hell's going on or
you're not gonna have the ability
to say anything, period.
Hank groans and struggles, but Connor's got him firmly in
place.
HANK
(panting)
No, please.
CONNOR
Please what? I haven't even applied
any pressure yet.
Hank MOANS and his eyes roll up. Connor holds his ground, but
his expression belies his confusion.
HANK
(in a gravelly voice)
Oh, you such a pathetic little
pissant.
His voice sounds completely different now, deep and downright
frightening. Hank's eyes rolls back down, looking directly in
Connor's. They narrow.
HANK
And here I thought I'd be bored
today.
Hank swing his arms over and clubs his forearms down on top
of Connor's arms, knocking them away. Hank kicks Connor away.
Connor stares at Hank as if he's looking at a total stranger.
CONNOR
What the hell? Hank, what's gotten
into you?
Hank, showing deceptive speed, drills Connor with a right
cross right on the chin. He follows up with a left straight
and a right uppercut.
Connor reels, more from the surprise of the attack than
power of it, Hank grabs Connor by his shirt and yanks him
into a HEADBUTT that snaps Connor's head back.
HANK
(through clenched teeth)
Just FYI, buddy, my name's not
Hank.
Hank turns and throws Connor down a long flight of marble
stairs!
Connor tumbles all the way down to the bottom. Hank stands at
the top of the stairs with an arrogant smirk plastered on his
face.
At the bottom of the stairs, Connor painfully gets himself up
to one knee, wiping away a speck of BLOOD that's dripping
from his mouth.
CONNOR
I get it now. You're possessed.
He stands up and rolls his shoulders.
CONNOR
Guess that means I can take the kid
gloves off.
He sprints up the stairs. Hank pulls out a POCKET KNIFE and
flicks it open.
HANK
Come on, you little bitch. Let's do
this.
He draws his hand back to swing the knife when Connor's in
range. Connor jumps, springs off the stair railing, and FLIPS
over Hank's swing, landing in a squat just behind him.
Connor quickly leg sweeps Hank to the ground. Hank rolls to
his stomach and swipes the knife, slicing Connor across his
upper arm. They both get back to their feet, Connor clutching
his wound.
CONNOR
So what is your name then?
HANK
Doesn't matter.
Hank swipes at Connor with the knife in his left hand. Connor
steps into the attack and parries it at the wrist with his
left hand.
He spins to his right and snaps a back right elbow to Hank's
nose. The force of the blow gets Hank to drop the knife into
Connor's left hand.
Connor grabs Hank's right arm and tosses him over his
shoulder to the ground. Connor mounts him and presses the tip
of the knife to Hank's neck.
Hank's eyes are wide open in terror.
CONNOR
(cold)
Whoever you are. Whatever you are.
Get out of Hank before I have to
perform an emergency C-section.
HANK
(in his normal voice)
No! Please stop! Don't hurt me!
Connor looks totally lost again.
WOMAN (O.S.)
Connor, stop!
Connor turns around to see PROFESSOR MICHELLE MARRUS standing
behind him at the top of the staircase.
CONNOR
Professor Marrus?
He looks from his professor back to Hank, who still has the
same fearful expression.
BLACK OUT.
END OF ACT TWO
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