Episode Seven

NEXT SCENE AT THE BIO LAB. ED IS SETTING A BED UP IN HIS OFFICE, PUTTING A PILLOWCASE ON A PILLOW. KELLY PEEKS HER HEAD AROUND THE DOOR.

Ed: Hey.
Kelly: Hey.
Ed: Hanging in there?
Kelly: Sure.
Ed: Uh, I’ll have the results in a bit.

HE STANDS.

Ed: Just thought that you could use some sleep.
Kelly: Yeah, thanks.

KELLY GETS UNDER THE BLANKETS AS ED CLOSES THE BLINDS TO DARKEN THE ROOM. HE WALKS TO THE DOOR AND BACKS OUT OF IT.

Ed: Alright, well, I’ll check on you in a little bit.
Kelly: Okay.

ED CLOSES THE DOOR, THEN WALKS THROUGH THE LAB AREA. ATTWOOD ENTERS.

Ed: Hey, where you been?

ATTWOOD GLARES AND SHAKES HIS HEAD.

Ed: What’s going on?
Attwood: They took Sloan.
Ed: Who?
Attwood: Lewis.
Ed: Why didn’t you tell me? Wait, and what about Tom? I-I thought he was supposed to be looking after her!
Attwood: Tom and Ray are out looking for her now.
Ed: (stomping across the room) Where are they?!?
Attwood: Ed! Ed, everything is being done to find her! You have to stay here and help Kelly.

ED LOOKS TO HIS OFFICE AND PUTS HIS COAT DOWN.

Ed: Guess you’re right.
Attwood: (looking at a computer screen) What’s that?
Ed: A series of tests I’m running on Kelly. It’s her DNA.
Attwood: Why are you running that?
Ed: I can’t figure out what’s wrong with her. She has no known disease, her blood count’s good. It’s not AIDS, she’s not pregnant...
Attwood: Have you considered that maybe they infected her with a disease we’ve never encountered before? Something they invented?
Ed: Of course. You know, part of me is obsessed with finding what’s wrong, the other part’s afraid to know.
Attwood: Yeah.

ED WALKS TO THE SCREEN AND TYPES ON THE KEYBOARD. HE GIVES A CONFUSED LOOK.

Attwood: What is it?
Ed: Uh, I gotta run the test again, it can’t be right.
Attwood: What does it say?
Ed: Kelly’s DNA differential. She’s one-point-three.

CUT TO LATER, IN ATTWOOD’S OFFICE. ATTWOOD AND ED ARE BRAINSTORMING.

Attwood: Maybe she’s some bastardized form of the species we haven’t encountered yet.
Ed: No, I checked this girl’s medical records. She’s one of us. Or, she was.
Attwood: Then what are we talking about?
Ed: Walter, they’ve tampered with her DNA.
Attwood: But when?
Ed: Lynch must have done it when he had her in the cave. You know, she-she’s blanked out a lot that happened in there.
Attwood: But she was just with him ten, maybe twelve hours. It’s not possible.
Ed: For us.
Attwood: How?
Ed: Hundred ways. Uh, injection, some kind of implant, blood transfusion. Maybe Lynch raped her. I-I don’t know. My guess, Kelly was an experiment that failed. Next time, they could succeed.
Attwood: Then, they’d be able to alter anyone’s DNA. Yours. Mine.
Ed: (looking up) Sloan’s.

NEXT SCENE
RAY’S CAR, SPEEDING DOWN A DARK ROAD. TOM SITS IN THE PASSENGER SEAT.

Tom: I understand your hatred.
Ray: What? What are you talking about?
Tom: You saw the cave, saw Coulter’s body. You were beaten by Lynch. You were even shot. Of course you hate us. It’s understandable.
Ray: Maybe, but. How did you know that’s what I was feeling?









Tom: We just have a sense for emotions.
Ray: If you’re the new improved model, why do you want to kill us? Why can’t you live with us instead of trying to wipe us out? Isn’t that what the truly advanced species would do?
Tom: Maybe.

TOM LOOKS OVER AT RAY.

Tom: Yes.

RAY’S CELL PHONE RINGS. HE ANSWERS IT.

Ray: Peterson.....Yeah....Oh, my God.....Alright, I’ll be there.

HE HANGS UP.

Tom: What is it?
Ray: They found the men who tailed Lisa. Dead.
Tom: Where?
Ray: On Lewis’s doorstep.

NEXT SCENE
ATTWOOD GETS OUT OF HIS CAR, WHICH IS PARKED IN FRONT OF LEWIS’S HOUSE. HE WALKS OVER TO RAY AND TOM, WAITING NEXT TO RAY’S CAR.

Tom: Didn’t you bring your boss?
Attwood: I’ve cut her out of the loop on this. You’re certain they’re inside?
Ray: Well, Lewis and Lisa are. I’m not so sure about Sloan.
Tom: She’s there, believe me.
Attwood: What if we storm the place?
Tom: I’m telling you, she’s in there. She’ll just wind up dead.
Attwood: (raising his hands) Okay.

THE DOOR OPENS AND ALL THREE MEN TURN TO LOOK. LEWIS STEPS OUT ONTO THE PORCH AND CASUALLY LEANS HIS FOREARM AGAINST THE PORCH COLUMN.

Lewis: Gentlemen. What took you so long? Tom, would you like to see Dr. Parker now?
Tom: Let her go and I’ll come in.
Lewis: No, let’s try it this way. You come in, unarmed of course, and we’ll....take it from there.

TOM TURNS BACK TO LOOK AT RAY AND ATTWOOD, WHO APPROACH TOM. TOM PULLS HIS GUN FROM WHERE IT WAS TUCKED AT THE SMALL OF HIS BACK AND HANDS IT TO RAY.

Attwood: (whispering) He’ll kill you.

TOM SHAKES HIS HEAD AT ATTWOOD, THEN TURNS AND WALKS ACROSS THE FRONT LAWN.

Lewis: Peterson. Attwood. If you make any attempt to enter this house, I’ll know immediately, and I’ll kill them both.

RAY AND ATTWOOD LOOK AT EACH OTHER. TOM CLIMBS THE STAIRS AND WALKS THROUGH THE DOOR. LEWIS FOLLOWS HIM IN AND CLOSES IT BEHIND HIM. TOM LOOKS AROUND THE LIVING ROOM. LISA STANDS BEFORE HIM.

Tom: Where is she?
Lisa: Making herself beautiful.

LISA SUDDENLY SMACKS TOM IN THE CHEST AND PUSHES HIM TO THE FLOOR. SHE PATS HIM DOWN. ( I THINK SHE ENJOYED THAT A BIT MUCH.)

Lisa: (standing and looking at Lewis) Nothing.
Lewis: Would you like to see her now?

TOM GLARES UP AT HIM FROM THE FLOOR. LEWIS WALKS ACROSS THE ROOM AND LISA BENDS TO HELP TOM UP. TOM SMACKS HER HAND AWAY AND ROLLS TO HIS FEET. THEY WALK OVER TO A DOOR. LEWIS OPENS IT AND LISA PUSHES TOM INTO THE ROOM. HE SEES SLOAN ON THE FLOOR, STILL BOUND, WITH DUCT TAPE OVER HER MOUTH.

Tom: Cut her loose.
Lewis: Of course.

LEWIS HANDS A SWITCHBLADE TO LISA. LISA SLICES OFF SLOAN’S ROPES AND TOM GOES TO SLOAN, REMOVING HER GAG.

Tom: Are you alright?
Sloan: I’m okay.
Tom: C’mere. C’mere.

SLOAN MOVES INTO TOM’S EMBRACE AS THE ONE-POINT-SIXERS STAND WATCHING.

Lewis: What happened to you, Tom? I want to know.
Tom: Couldn’t fight ‘em anymore, Lewis. Couldn’t do the things I was asked to do.
Lewis: You turned out to be a coward.
Tom: No. A realist. About myself. About our so-called ‘struggle for survival’. We don’t have to fight it.
Lewis: Really. Why not?
Tom: Because we can co-exist. We have to. Your work is futile. It’s unnecessary.






Lewis: That at least should provide you some solace in your final moments.

LEWIS GRABS A GUN FROM HIS BELT.

Lewis: Which are now upon us.

HE TURNS TO LISA.

Lewis: Hold Dr. Parker.

LISA GIVES A MALEVOLENT GLARE AND BENDS DOWN TO SLOAN, PUSHING TOM OFF THE SCIENTIST AND THROWING HIM BACK AGAINST A WALL. SLOAN STRUGGLES WITH HER CAPTOR, TRYING TO GET LOOSE AND REACH TOM, TO NO AVAIL. TOM STANDS AND FACES LEWIS, WHO AIMS HIS GUN AT TOM.

Lewis: Would you like to say some...poignant farewell to one another?

SLOAN LOOKS UP AT LEWIS.

Sloan: Go to hell.

TOM LOOKS OVER HIS SHOULDER AT SLOAN.

Lewis: Last chance.

TOM TURNS AND KNEELS NEXT TO SLOAN, PUSHING LISA AWAY. HE GRABS SLOAN BY HER UPPER ARMS AND FACES HER TOWARDS HIM. SHE STARES INTO HIS (INCREDIBLY BEAUTIFUL BLUE) EYES AS HIS HAND RESTS AGAINST HER NECK. HE SOFTLY SAYS SOMETHING TO HER. SHE NODS HER OK. LEWIS IS WATCHING THEM, AS IS LISA. SLOAN AND TOM STARE INTENTLY INTO EACH OTHER’S EYES.

Sloan: (with conviction) Do it!
Lewis: Of course.

LEWIS COCKS THE GUN AND RAISES IT. HE FIRES, AND WE SEE LISA SLUMP ON THE FLOOR. SLOAN’S MOUTH DROPS IN SHOCK.

Tom: What are you doing?
Lewis: Don’t worry, you’ll be the first to know. Would you lie on your stomachs please? Facing the wall.

TOM AND SLOAN TURN AND LAY ON THEIR STOMACHS, FACES INCHES FROM ONE ANOTHER, STILL STARING INTO EACH OTHER’S EYES. WE HEAR THE GUN COCK AND THE SOUND OF THE DOOR CLOSING. TOM SPRINGS UP FROM THE FLOOR AND RACES TO THE DOOR, WHICH IS LOCKED. HE THROWS A SHOULDER INTO THE DOOR AND IT BANGS OPEN. (OOO! SO MANLY! REWIND THAT!) RAY AND ATTWOOD RUN THROUGH THE LIVING ROOM, GUNS DRAWN.

Tom: (to the men) We’re ok, but Lewis is gone.
Attwood: (entering the room Sloan is in) What happened here?

ATTWOOD HELPS SLOAN STAND.

Sloan: Lewis shot her.

RAY ENTERS THE ROOM AND LOOKS AT THE BLONDE WOMAN’S BODY.

Ray: Why?
Tom: I don’t know but you can be sure it’s part of his plan.
Ray: You mean escape?
Tom: No, it’s more than that.
Sloan: What makes you think this was part of Lewis’s plan?
Tom: Because he could’ve killed us. And he didn’t.
Ray: We’d better get out of here. We don’t want to be explaining this to the police.

RAY HUSTLES THEM ALL OUT OF THE ROOM.

NEXT SCENE
ED AND SLOAN ARE HAVING A PHONE CONVERSATION. ED IS IN THE LAB. SLOAN IS IN A RESTAURANT WITH TOM, SITTING AT A TABLE TALKING ON HER CELL PHONE.

Ed: ....I-I know but did they do anything to you? Injections, or...
Sloan: Nothing, really.
Ed: And you were conscious the whole time?
Sloan: Yes. Look, I’m just gonna, umm, catch my breath, and then I’ll be in later.
Ed: I wanna run some tests when you do.
Sloan: Have you told Kelly about the results of her test yet?
Ed: She’s just waking up now. Look, I’m just relieved that you’re okay.
Sloan: Pretty relieved myself. See you later.
Ed: Bye.

SLOAN HANGS UP HER PHONE. TOM IS STARING AT HER.

Tom: You alright?
Sloan: Um-hmm.

(OH MY. HE’S WEARING A NICE BLACK T-SHIRT UNDERNEATH A BLACK BUTTON-UP LONG SLEEVE SWEATER.) TOM TAKES SLOAN’S HAND IN HIS.

Sloan: I can’t stop shaking.
Tom: You will.
Sloan: Will I?

SHE LOOKS UP AT TOM.

Sloan: You saved my life last night.

SLOAN LIFTS HIS HAND AND KISSES IT, THEN RESTS HER FOREHEAD AGAINST IT FOR A MOMENT. TEARS WELL IN HER EYES AND SHE WIPES THEM AWAY.

Sloan: I’m sorry.

HE STROKES HER ARM.

Tom: It’s alright. It’s alright.
Sloan: I can’t help it. I just keep remembering being tied up like that. I couldn’t move. Just...waiting. I thought I was going crazy. And the way they looked at me. And the way he touched me.

SLOAN ABSENTLY TOUCHES HER LIPS AND IN HER MIND SHE HEARS LEWIS ASK,”Are you in love with him?”

Sloan: (breaking from her reverie) What is he up to?
Tom: He’s hard to predict. He’s careful to vary his pattern. His strategies are always...inventive....

SOMETHING ON THE TV ABOVE THE BAR CATCHES TOM’S ATTENTION, AND HE TURNS TO LOOK.

Tom: ...Never repetitive.
Sloan: So we just wait?
Tom: I don’t think we’ll have to wait too long.

SLOAN TURNS TO LOOK AT THE TV THAT IS HOLDING TOM’S ATTENTION. A REPORTER SITS, INTERVIEWING A GREY-HAIRED MAN.

Reporter: So you’re alleging that last night’s murder of Lisa Lahr was the work of a cult?

WE SEE THE MAN IS LEWIS.

Lewis: Yes, and they are a predatory and ruthless crew.
Reporter: And you first became aware of them when?
Lewis: (speaking with a Southern accent) I’m a clinical psychologist near Chattanooga, and I was approached by several families trying to reclaim loved ones who’d joined the cult.
Reporter: So you’re alleging that a member of this group was responsible for last night’s murder?
Lewis: Yes. He’s an enforcer, a hitman, who keeps cult members in line.
Reporter: How many murders is he responsible for?
Lewis: Twenty-six, including last night’s.
Reporter: Twenty-six?
Lewis: Yes, and he has an accomplice who travels with him, provides backup and, uh, plans their escapes.
Reporter: And you can identify this killer and his accomplice?
Lewis: Yes. Tom Daniels and Sloan Parker.

THEIR PICTURES FLASH ON THE SCREEN. THE ANCHORMAN THANKS THE REPORTER FOR THE INTERVIEW AS TOM AND SLOAN STARE AT ONE ANOTHER IN SHOCK.

Tom: Let’s get outta here.

THEY DISCRETELY LEAVE THE RESTAURANT. PATRONS LOOK UP AS THEY GO, PERHAPS RECOGNIZING THEM.

Part One

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