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Dawn: The Series 1x02 "Orientation"

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DAWN: The Series
1x02 “Orientation”

NOTE: The following text was originally posted at www.buffyforums.net

Written By kungfubear

Created By kungfubear & Skinless

Based on characters created by Joss Whedon

TEASER

INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

ANGLE ON: TV

A 60” LCD Wide-screen is mounted on the wall. On the screen, we see Daffy Duck being transformed into a four-legged, flower-headed creature (see “Duck Amuck”).

REVERSE ANGLE ON: GROUP

DAWN, WILLOW & KENNEDY are seated on a big, comfy couch. They’re all dressed in pajamas and staring at the cartoon, a bit awestruck.

KENNEDY
It’s so...anamorphic.

WILLOW
I’ve seen my share of demons, vampires and even a flaying, but there’s something about a five-foot tall Daffy that creeps me out.

BARRET enters from the kitchen, carrying a large bowl of popcorn. He sits down next to Dawn, placing the bowl in between them.

BARRET
Just be thankful it’s not in high definition.

DAWN
(mouthful of popcorn)
I think it’s cool.

BARRET
Ah, I knew there was a reason I bought all this crap. So, I hear Dawn’s going to her first college party.

DAWN
(sarcastic)
Hooray.

BARRET
That doesn’t sound good. If you’re dreading the experience, then why go?

DAWN
I promised this giant bunny I’d show up.

Confused, Barret looks to Willow for answers.

WILLOW
A pledge invited her. He was wearing a costume.

Barret nods even though it’s clear he doesn’t fully understand.

BARRET
Of course.

KENNEDY
Trust me Dawn, after life in Sunnydale, big social gatherings are about as exciting as a PBS telethon.

WILLOW
(wounded kitten)
Hey, I like PBS.

KENNEDY
And I like you, so it all works out.

BARRET
Look on the plus side, you might meet someone at the party.

WILLOW
Hey, yeah. That guy Chase seemed interested.

Dawn starts warming up to the idea.

DAWN
Maybe. I still need to see him without the floppy ears and the cotton tail, though.

BARRET
We’re still talking about the guy in the bunny suit, right?

DAWN
(smiling)
You know what? You guys are right. I should go out tomorrow and have fun. I mean, it’s just a kegger. It’s not like it’s gonna kill me.

CUT TO:

INT. PHI OMEGA GAMMA HOUSE - BASEMENT - NIGHT

ANGLE ON: FLOOR

We see a series of glyphs painted on the dirty floor of the basement. Circled around these symbols, we see a group of FRAT BROTHERS. Among this group, we see GLENN. We center on JACOB, 24. He’s short with wavy, blond hair.

JACOB
Welcome, Brothers. As you know, tomorrow night is our Annual Fish Tank Party.

A heavyset, buzz-cut Frat Guy cuts him off. This is Tug, 21.

TUG
Fiesta.

JACOB
Thank you, Tug. Good work on the flyers, by the way.

TUG smiles proudly.

JACOB (CONT’D)
This is also the last night of pledge week. Many of you will soon be branching out on your own, spreading the good word of our fraternity. While I do strongly advocate this form of networking, I’ve thought of a more efficient, local solution to strengthening our numbers.
(to Glenn)
Brother Glenn? The keg.

Glenn wheels in the massive keg we last saw in Chase’s possession. He places it in the center of the circle and removes the lid, revealing gallons of beer.

JACOB (CONT’D)
There are those who do not understand our cause, which is why we must take a more secretive approach to paying it forward, so to speak.

As Jacob is talking, Glenn is handing out knives to each and every one of the brothers. Once they’re all set, Glenn joins the circle as they all hold out their hands and proceed to cut into their palms.

JACOB (CONT’D)
Get your game faces on, boys.

With that, every member of the group goes Vamp Face on us.

JACOB (CONT’D)
Tomorrow night, we turn fish into sharks.

The brothers keep their hands out over the keg as blood begins to spill from their wounds.

JACOB (CONT’D)
Long live The Brotherhood.

THE BROTHERHOOD
(in unison)
Long live The Brotherhood!

OVERHEAD ON: THE KEG

We PUSH IN on the brew within the keg, as the blood and beer begin to mix.

BLACK OUT.

END OF TEASER

CUE MUSIC AND OPENING: “Tomorrow” by SR-71

ACT ONE

INT. KITCHEN - MORNING

ANGLE ON: REFRIGERATOR

Dawn opens the refrigerator, searching for some semblance of breakfast.

DAWN
Hey, has anybody seen my student ID? I can’t find it.

Kennedy and Willow are already seated at the table.

WILLOW
I don’t think you’re gonna find it in there, Dawn.

KENNEDY
Don’t be so sure. I got drunk once and left my keys in the dishwasher. They smelled like lemons for a month.

She spots a pizza box on the bottom shelf. She pulls it out and sets it on the table.

WILLOW
Pizza for breakfast?

KENNEDY
Correction. Cold pizza for breakfast.

DAWN
Hey, it’s got all the four basic food groups.

Dawn is about to open the box, but Barret stops her.

BARRET
I wouldn’t open that.

DAWN
Why, is it old and nasty?

BARRET
Well, you’re half right.

Cautiously, Dawn opens the box. A big smile broadens across her face.

DAWN
(excited)
Anchovies! Score!

WILLOW
(queasy)
I’m suddenly the very opposite of hungry.

DAWN
Oh come on, Willow. Anchovies are awesome.

WILLOW
Really, that’s okay. You go ahead and have an awesome time.

DAWN
Okay, more for me and Kennedy, then.

Kennedy pushes herself away from the table.

KENNEDY
Actually, that’s all you, Kiddo.

DAWN
(shrugs)
You don’t know what you’re missing.

BARRET
Regurgitation, I’d imagine.

WILLOW
Oh God, don’t say it!

Barret smiles. Dawn sits down and starts eating. So she doesn’t have to watch it, Willow uses the lid from the box to block her view.

KENNEDY
Uncle Barret, why do you have that in your fridge if you’ve no intention of eating it?

BARRET
I bring food home from work all the time, only it wasn’t until I got in last night that I realized why someone sent back an entire thin crust.

KENNEDY
Why were you working so late, anyway?

BARRET
My weekend regular didn’t show up for work.

WILLOW
Does that happen a lot?

BARRET
This is a college town. What do you think?

KENNEDY
Do you need an extra pair of hands? I’d be happy to pitch in for a while.

BARRET
Yeah, definitely.

DAWN
(to Kennedy)
You used to deliver pizza?

BARRET
Better than that, she used to make them.

Suddenly, the doorbell rings.

BARRET (CONT’D)
Hold on. The mail is here.

Barret exits.

DAWN
(to Kennedy)
Did you get to wear one of those floppy, Chef’s hats?

KENNEDY
(playful)
We had to flip a coin. Barret got the hat. I got the handlebar moustache.

Dawn closes the pizza box and stands up from the table.

DAWN
I have no idea what I’m gonna wear to this party tonight.

KENNEDY
Correct me if I’m wrong, but don’t you have an overflowing closet full of the latest Italian fashions, actually purchased in Italy?

DAWN
Yeah, but that says “Italian Dawn”. I’m looking for something that’s totally not me. Something out of left field.

WILLOW
(beaming)
I have an idea. Come with me.

She grabs Dawn by the wrist and starts pulling her away.

CUT TO:

INT. WILLOW & KENNEDY’S BEDROOM - LATER

CLOSE UP ON: DAWN & WILLOW

They’re both looking at something off screen. Willow looks a bit proud, while Dawn appears more taken aback than anything.

DAWN
What in the world are you doing with this in your wardrobe, or do I even want to know?

WILLOW
You said you wanted something out of left field. This goes all the way back to the parking lot.

WIDE ON: FULL LENGTH MIRROR

We get a full body view of Dawn in the mirror’s reflection. She’s wearing boots, a short, black leather skirt and a burgundy, long-sleeved, V-necked midriff-baring top. In fact, it’s the costume Buffy had forced Willow to wear back in “Halloween” (re: production code 5V06).

DAWN
Don’t you mean street corner?

WILLOW
Do you like it?

DAWN
(smiling)
It’s perfect! I love it! Do you think it’ll get me noticed?

WILLOW
I can almost guarantee you’ll be the center of attention.

CUT TO:

INT. PHI OMEGA GAMMA HOUSE - BASEMENT - LATER

ANGLE ON: FLOOR

The basement floor is bare for only a moment. The body of the Young Woman from Glenn’s room falls into frame. This was TINA, 21.

WIDE ON: BASEMENT

Glenn and Jacob are arguing. Tug is putting up decorations for the party. They’re still in Vamp Face.

JACOB
All you had to do was keep your appetite in check until tonight.

GLENN
So, I had a little taste. What’s the big deal?

JACOB
She’s been tainted! She’s useless to us now! I can’t believe you sometimes!

TUG
Uh, guys. You’re spreading a lot of bad energy around. This is supposed to be a party room, and I don’t know how I’m gonna pull that off if you keep--

Annoyed, Jacob forcefully gives Tug a bottle. He examines it and is suddenly very happy.

TUG (CONT’D)
(gasps)
Glitter Glue!

This seems to satisfy Tug as he goes back to his decorations.

JACOB
(to Glenn)
This is never going to work if you can’t learn to control yourself.

GLENN
Stop bitching, alright? Look where we are. A place like this is crawling with girls, and we can have our fill. It’s totally catered.

JACOB
Yes, but we only need one specific girl. Things aren’t like they used to be, or haven’t you noticed? The longer we wait, the harder it is to find a girl of pure blood.

TUG
Why don’t we just hit a convent or something?

GLENN
Tug, if you need a twenty, you don’t try to break into the Federal Reserve.

TUG
I don’t?

GLENN
Why go through the hassle when you could just pick someone’s pocket?

TUG
Oh, right.

GLENN
(to Jacob, re: Glue)
He’s not sniffing that stuff, is he?

JACOB
I’m more curious about you, right now. The sun is out, and we only have a handful of hours to find a replacement. How the hell could you be so careless?

Glenn has a knowing smirk on his face. Jacob catches it.

JACOB (CONT’D)
Unless, you weren’t being careless.

He looks down at Tina’s dead body and then back to Glenn.

JACOB (CONT’D)
(pointing)
You knew she was no good, didn’t you?
(smiles)
Tell me you can get a replacement.

Glenn slaps his hand on Jacob’s shoulder.

GLENN
Jacob, my friend, I won’t have to.

He hands Jacob a small card.

GLENN (CONT’D)
Our replacement will come to us.

CLOSE UP ON: ID CARD

We see that the object Jacob is now holding, is Dawn’s Student Identification Card, complete with her photo and home address.

BLACK OUT.

ACT TWO

INT. PHI OMEGA GAMMA HOUSE - NIGHT

HIGH ANGLE ON: DEN/LIVING ROOM

The Fish Tank Fiesta is in full swing. Much of the furniture has been cleared out to make room for the crowd. A makeshift stage has been set up in the corner, including a full bar off to the side. Guys are trying to pick up girls. Almost everyone is holding a drink. Those who don’t, are dancing to some generic, punk rock. We CRANE DOWN through the masses to find Dawn and Willow entering.

DAWN
So, we’re here. What now?

A beat. Willow looks around.

WILLOW
(pointing)
Oh, punch!

They make their way to a table where we see Tug, serving punch. He politely hands Willow a cup. He starts to pour one for Dawn. Willow takes a sip from her cup. She grimaces.

WILLOW (CONT’D)
(to Tug)
Ugh! What the hell is this?!

TUG
Cherry Hi-C...with a spark of Everclear.
(to Dawn)
Here, try it.

Happily, Dawn reaches out to take the cup. Willow quickly snatches it away.

WILLOW
No!
(to Tug)
She’s not 21, and that’s more than a spark, mister. It’s a raging inferno.

TUG
I’ve got green apple, too.

WILLOW
Really? What’s in that, Vodka?

TUG
Pretty much.

A beat.

WILLOW
Kitchen?

TUG
(pointing)
Through there.

INT. KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS

There’s almost no one in the kitchen. For a fraternity, this room is surprisingly clean. Dawn and Willow enter. They make a bee line for the refrigerator.

DAWN
What are we doing in here?

WILLOW
Looking for something to drink that won’t make us go blind.

Willow opens the fridge.

ANGLE ON: REFRIGERATOR

We see the shelves are packed with comical amounts of beer.

ANGLE ON: WILLOW AND DAWN

WILLOW (CONT’D)
(defeated)
I’d try the water faucet, but it’s probably wine.

From behind Dawn, CHASE steps into the frame, handing her a can of soda. He’s still wearing the bunny suit.

CHASE
It’s not wine, but with all the mystery minerals floating around in it, I don’t think you can legally call it water, either.
(to Willow)
Hey.

Chase also gives Willow a soda. He’s halfway through his own.

WILLOW
Hi.

CHASE
I’m glad you two could make it. Anymore of this crap by myself and I was gonna start laying Cadbury eggs for my own amusement.

WILLOW
Don’t you know anybody here?

CHASE
Sure, I know tons of people, that doesn’t exactly make us friends.

DAWN
How much longer do you have to wear that thing?

CHASE
(raising the roof)
Tonight’s my last night. After that, I’m a free man.

Dawn takes a drink of her soda.

DAWN
This is ice cold. Where did it come from?

CHASE
There’s a whole cooler full of them in the attic. Glenn’s got a secret stash of snacks and drinks up there. You wanna see?

DAWN
(worried)
That depends. He’s not up there right now, is he?

CHASE
Nope, I checked. The entire second floor is empty, which is rare considering it has an air hockey table.

DAWN
(to Willow)
Hey, Kennedy loves air hockey. You should totally go call and tell her all about it.

WILLOW
(taking the hint)
Oh, yeah. Good idea because hey, air hockey on the second floor, pretty snazzy.

DAWN
And don’t forget, you’ve got unlimited night time minutes on your phone.

WILLOW
Right, right. All those free minutes. It’d be a shame not to use ‘em. I mean--

Dawn senses it’s laying on a little thick now.

DAWN
Just go.

WILLOW
I’m gone.

Willow quickly exits, leaving Dawn and Chase alone in the kitchen. A beat.

CHASE
So, who’s Kennedy? Is that her sister?

Chase takes a drink of his soda.

DAWN
(wicked smile)
She’s her lover.

Chase abruptly chokes on his drink and goes into a coughing fit at this alarming news. Dawn grins, a little proud of herself.

CUT TO:

INT. MILANO’S PIZZA PALACE - NIGHT

CLOSE UP ON: PHONE

The phone is sitting on a counter, next to an open menu. The receiver has a few spots of flour on it from the dough. The phone rings. A hand comes into frame and picks it up. We WHIP PAN UP to see Kennedy. She’s wearing a red apron that’s more than a little dirty, and a goofy hat with a big, droopy foam rubber pizza slice on top.

KENNEDY
(into receiver)
Milano’s Pizza Palace?

INT. PHI OMEGA GAMMA HOUSE - CONTINUOUS

We see Willow over by the punch table, talking into her cell phone. Behind her, Tug is mixing drinks.

WILLOW
(into phone)
Hey, baby.

INTERCUT WILLOW/KENNEDY

KENNEDY
Hey, how’s the party?

WILLOW
It’s okay, so far. Dawn ran into that guy Chase. I think they’re really hitting it off. How’s work?

KENNEDY
It’s steady. What’s he like, anyway?

WILLOW
Well, he’s still wearing the costume, so he’s got conviction and determination. Also, not afraid to look vulnerable. He seems thoughtful and polite enough.

KENNEDY
That almost sounds like Xander.

WILLOW
If I found him an eye patch, he might be able to pull that off, only shorter.

From behind Kennedy, we hear Barret’s voice.

BARRET
(OS)
Order Up!

KENNEDY
Hey, business is picking back up. You want me to bring anything home for dinner?

WILLOW
Oh, do you have pasta?

KENNEDY
Sure, I can make some angel hair, if you want.

WILLOW
Sounds good. I’ll see you later tonight, okay?

KENNEDY
Okay. Bye, sweetie. I love you.

WILLOW
(smiling)
Love you, too.

Willow hangs up her phone. Just then, the music in the place dies down.

ANGLE ON: STAGE

We see QUINN, stepping up onto the stage. He’s wearing a suit and tie, a complete change from the last time we saw him. A microphone is in his hand. He speaks into it like some sort of circus ringmaster.

QUINN
(into microphone)
Good evening all you fine specimens out there. How is everyone tonight? Do you feel alive?!

The crowd cheers.

QUINN (CONT’D)
Come on, you can do better than that. I said, do you feel alive?!!!

The crowd cheers again, this time more passionately.

QUINN (CONT’D)
That’s what I like to hear! Now folks, this past week has been very rough on you, I’m sure. Registrations, parking permits, freshman orientations, hazing, all of that crap. Believe me when I tell you, the weeks ahead don’t get any prettier. So, in an effort to boost morale here tonight, the Phi Omega Gamma fraternity has asked me to give you a glimpse of something beautiful. Ladies and Gentlemen, what I’m here to bring you is not a quick fix, it is not an easy answer to your problems. Instead, I offer a simple pleasure, something that both men and women, can and will enjoy here tonight.

Quinn looks over the audience. Before he continues, his eyes are already locked onto Willow.

QUINN (CONT’D)
Folks, I’m a firm believer in audience participation. It is with that in mind that I ask for a volunteer to come up here and join me on this stage.

Many people raise their drinks, like children in a classroom raising their hands to be called upon.

QUINN (CONT’D)
Let’s see, who will it be?

A beat.

QUINN (CONT’D)
(pointing)
You!

A path clears in the crowd as everyone turns to look at Willow. She’s suddenly feeling very uncomfortable.

WILLOW
Who? Me?

Quinn makes a gesture with his finger for Willow to come forward.

WILLOW (CONT’D)
But, I didn’t raise my hand.

QUINN
Which is exactly why you should come up here. Come on folks, give her a hand.

The crowd cheers. Reluctantly, Willow makes her way up to the stage. Quinn covers the microphone and whispers to her.

QUINN (CONT’D)
There’s nothing to be afraid of.

WILLOW
You’re not gonna ask me to sing, are you?

QUINN
No. All I ask is that you have a seat in that chair.

Willow looks past Quinn just in time to see someone setting a chair on the stage. After a moment of hesitation, she sits down, placing her hands neatly in her lap.

QUINN (CONT’D)
(into microphone)
And now, Ladies and Gentlemen, please show your love and affection for the main attraction of the hour, Cat!

Quinn quickly leaves the stage. Hard core dance music begins to pound out from hidden speakers. Out from behind a curtain, CAT enters onto the stage. She’s wearing a glittered bikini, also looking drastically different from her first appearance. She proceeds to dance and gyrate in front of Willow. The crowd erupts with noise and applause. At one point, she gets so close to Willow, she could easily sit in her lap. Instead, she leans down and talks to Willow. The music is so loud, the crowd cannot hear them.

CAT
Hi there.

WILLOW
(nervous)
Hello again.

CAT
How’s your night going so far?

WILLOW
Well, it’s a bit shocking.

CAT
I hate to break it to you, but shocking isn’t the word for it.

Cat continues moving about, circling the chair seductively.

WILLOW
What do you mean?

CAT
Very soon, you, me and my friend Quinn over there are about to become the only living people in this room.

A beat. Willow’s not sure how to respond.

CAT (CONT’D)
I want you to listen to me very carefully.

CUT TO:

INT. ATTIC - LATER

The attic of this fraternity is set up like a spare bedroom. There’s a bed, a cooler, a mini-fridge, a stereo and a TV. Dawn and Chase enter.

DAWN
Oh, cool. So, this is like your own personal hideaway.

CHASE
Well, actually Glenn set the place up. But, after I become a member of the POG house, this room becomes officially mine. And here’s the best part.

With that, Chase flips a switch on the wall. A vast web of Christmas lights illuminate from the ceiling, giving the place a comforting glow. Dawn smiles at Chase’s obvious attempt to charm her. Smiling back, Chase produces a remote from seemingly out of nowhere and aims it at the stereo. A couple of button presses later and sensuous, down tempo music fills the air.

DAWN
(re: the remote)
Where did that come from?

CHASE
This suit has pockets, too.
(holding out his hand)
Would you care to dance?

Dawn takes Chase’s hand and the two begin to slow dance, barely a sliver of space between their bodies.

DAWN
I really didn’t want to come to this party.

CHASE
Believe me, I know the feeling. It’s not my idea of a good time, either. I’d much rather have a quiet evening alone.

EXTREME CLOSE UP: DAWN AND CHASE

Dawn stares at Chase for a moment.

DAWN
This is too weird.

CHASE
What’s that?

She reaches up, pulls the hood of his costume down and is finally getting a good look at him.

DAWN
That’s much better.

CHASE
I’ve been dressed like this for so long, I sometimes forget it’s there.

DAWN
Seems to me like it would be a distraction.

CHASE
Not really. At least, not when I’m distracted by something much more...interesting.

Their faces are mere inches apart. In an attempt to diminish some of the mounting tension, Dawn turns around, pressing her back up against Chase’s front.

DAWN
I still don’t get you. If you’re the quiet loner type, then why join a fraternity?

CHASE
There’s a difference between being alone, and being lonely. But, I guess it is kind of a double edged sword.

DAWN
How so?

CHASE
Well, on the one end, I thought joining a fraternity would help me to meet women. On the other hand, a guy in a bunny costume isn’t very popular with the ladies.

DAWN
Would you settle for at least one curious party?

Chase is basically whispering in Dawn’s ear at this point.

CHASE
Oh, time with you isn’t “settling” in my eyes.

Dawn turns back around. The two of them are face to face again.

CHASE (CONT’D)
I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for that to sound like such a line.

DAWN
It’s okay. I’m not stupid. Whether you believe it or not, you could get any girl you wanted up here. Instead, you asked me. And I said yes because I wanted to.

The two of them are getting closer.

CHASE
I didn’t mean to be so presumptuous. I have a tendency to take what I don’t deserve. I guess that makes me somewhat of a thief.

Dawn closes her eyes. Their noses meet.

DAWN
It isn’t stealing, if you have permission.

Suddenly, Dawn’s eyes snap open. She takes in a sharp breath as if she’s about to speak. Instead, her eyes close again and she passes out. Her body goes limp in Chase’s arms. We see behind Dawn’s back, in Chase’s left hand is a syringe.

CHASE
Good to know.

BLACK OUT.

ACT THREE

INT. PHI OMEGA GAMMA HOUSE - BASEMENT - LATER

DAWN’S POV: CHASE

Everything is blurry at first as Chase’s image slowly comes into focus.

CHASE
Oh good, you’re awake.

WIDE ON: BASEMENT

Dawn awakens to find herself in the basement with some of the frat brothers. She’s tied down to a chair. Jacob, Tug and Glenn are standing over by the keg.

DAWN
What’s going on? Where am I?

CHASE
You’re in the basement. I figured it only fitting since you’ve already seen the attic.

Dawn tries to struggle free of the ropes, but they’re too tight.

JACOB
Don’t bother wasting your energy. Tug here doesn’t know much, but he knows how to tie a girl up.

TUG
(smiling)
I was an eagle scout, until I ate my troop.

DAWN
(disgusted)
Who the hell are you people?

JACOB
I’m sorry. In all the illegal excitement, I guess we forgot to introduce ourselves. My name’s Jacob.
(points to Tug)
That’s Tug. You already know Glenn and his pledge, Little Bunny Fu Fu.

Jacob moves in close to Dawn. He gets his Vamp Face on.

JACOB (CONT’D)
So, in a way, that makes you a helpless field mouse.

CHASE
So, we’re good, right? Am I in?

DAWN
What?! You did this so you could get into a stupid frat?

CHASE
Come on, Jacob.

JACOB
(to Chase)
Well, I will admit you did come through for us.
(looks at Dawn)
The brothers and I are more than pleased.

Glenn holds up Dawn’s ID card.

GLENN
What about me? I’m the one who picked her pocket.

JACOB
(rolls his eyes)
Yes, Glenn. We’re all very impressed with your slight of hand. David Copperfield’s got nothing on you. Can we please stay focused here?

GLENN
I just like being appreciated is all.

JACOB
Chase appreciates you.
(to Chase)
Don’t you, Chase?

CHASE
Oh, you bet. Putting me through seven circles of hell, all while I get to wear such a fine outfit.

Jacob moves past Dawn and to the back wall. On the wall is a large tapestry with the university logo on it. Jacob snatches the tapestry down off the wall to reveal a wide display of various weapons. He takes down a large axe and offers it to Chase.

JACOB
Because of your loyalty and devotion these past two weeks, I think you’ve more than earned a place within the highest ranks of The Brotherhood.

Chase takes the axe into his grasp and holds it proudly as if he’s won some award.

JACOB (CONT’D)
Are you ready to perform this final task towards full membership?

Chase steps in front of Dawn, his axe held out before him. Dawn cringes, afraid of what’s coming.

CHASE
Definitely.

Without another word, Chase swings the axe around while turning to face Glenn, who had been standing behind him. The blade decapitates Glenn in a single, smooth motion, immediately turning him to dust. The ID card falls to the floor, next to a newly deposited pile of ashes.

CHASE (CONT’D)
Damn, that felt good!

JACOB
I’ll bet. Pretty good for someone who’s never swung an axe before.

Chase hands the axe back to Jacob.

CHASE
Thanks. Does this mean I get his room?

JACOB
Of course, you’ve earned it. Glenn’s been with our fraternity almost since its conception, and he’s never been able to bring us a single virgin sacrifice.

DAWN
(urgent)
Oh, I’m not a virgin!

Everyone in the room turns to look at Dawn, startled by her sudden outburst.

DAWN (CONT’D)
Yeah, I’m a total slut. Ask anyone. I mean seriously, would a virgin dress this way?

The guys look at each other and then back at Dawn.

JACOB/TUG/CHASE
(in unison)
Yeah.

DAWN
(desperate)
Well, I’m still a tramp. I guess that puts a damper on your use for me, so if you could just untie me--

CHASE
(brush off)
She’s lying. This girl’s definitely pure. I can totally smell it on her.

DAWN
(disgusted)
You can smell that?! That’s so gross!

Just then, we hear the simultaneous alarms from the wristwatches of each Brotherhood member.

JACOB
(looking at watch)
That will be last call for drinks upstairs. We should probably finish up.

The guys gather around the keg. They join hands and form a semi-circle. Chase stands by Dawn for a moment, watching the others.

CHASE
(laughs)
The only thing we’re missing are some hooded robes.

The Brothers begin chanting in an ancient language, quietly. Chase looks to Dawn for approval of his sense of humor. She’s not amused, but rather worried.

CHASE (CONT’D)
Hey, cheer up, Dawn. You’re about to be part of something really special.

DAWN
What are you talking about?

CHASE
I’m talking about the gift of eternal life. No more dying of old age. No more waiting in line to die because you’re at the bottom of a five mile donor list. No more dying of cancer and disease. Hell, no more dying, ever. The best part, it’s total equality. No discriminations. No special requirements. Everyone qualifies as a member. We’re gonna sire that entire room of folks upstairs, and we’re gonna do it from down here.

A beat.

CHASE (CONT’D)
Neat, huh?

DAWN
How?

CHASE
Normally, a true magician never reveals his secrets, but you’re gonna die soon, so I don’t see the harm in it. It’s an old trick, passed down through generations of the undead. Every person up there with a drink in their hand has tasted our blood and they don’t even know it. A few incantations and the proper ingredients mixed into the source, and you can spread the effect from person to person. All you need is a virgin’s blood. Vampires in the know used to do it all the time. But, with the world we live in today, finding a chaste and virtuous girl such as yourself is exceedingly difficult.

DAWN
(struggling)
No. You can’t do this. I won’t let you!

CHASE
I admire your persistence Dawn, but you’ve just gotta face it.

Chase holds up a vile of Dawn’s blood.

CHASE (CONT’D)
We are doing this.

A beat.

CHASE (CONT’D)
(smiling)
I told you. I’m a thief.

With that, Chase steps up to the keg. He pours the contents of the vile into the mixed brew. The liquid begins to turn from a frothy amber to a glowing red.

JUMP CUT TO:

INT. PHI OMEGA GAMMA HOUSE - CONTINUOUS

ANGLE ON: FLOOR

A cup drops to the floor, spilling the glowing beverage onto the carpet. We WHIP PAN UP to see a random student instantly turning into a vampire. All around, throughout the room, dozens of people are going Vamp Faced. The few designated drivers of the party who didn’t drink are being bitten. We CRANE PAST the crowd to the stage where we see Quinn, Cat and Willow. They’re bracing themselves for the fight that’s about to come.

QUINN
Now!

Cat starts lighting a few Molotov ****tails and throwing them into the crowd. The vampires who get hit with the bottles burst into flame. A spring-loaded, collapsible cross emerges from within the sleeves of Quinn’s jacket. The ends of each cross have been sharpened to fine points. He proceeds to stake and dust any vampires that get close enough to him. Meanwhile, Willow is producing self contained balls of fire and sending them into any approaching threat.
The three of them do a decent job of keeping their enemies at bay for some time, but they’re outnumbered. More vampires continue to rush the stage, forcing our heroes to move further back, trying to keep their distance.

INT. PHI OMEGA GAMMA HOUSE - BASEMENT - CONTINUOUS

Back with Dawn and the Brotherhood. Chase is listening to the screams and commotion coming from upstairs. He circles around Dawn like a shark before facing her again.

CHASE
(smiling)
You hear that, Dawn? That’s the sound of evolutionary progression, and it’s all because of you.

Chase’s features morph into a Vamp Face.

CHASE (CONT’D)
I just wanted you to know that before I killed you.

He lunges at Dawn and manages to sink his teeth into her neck. Dawn cries out from the pain.

CLOSE UP: CHASE

Chase starts to drink the life from Dawn, when suddenly, his eyes open in shock and he spontaneously turns to dust. A silence hangs in the air for a moment. The Brothers stare at Dawn, confused. She looks down at the dust on the floor, equally just as confused.

TUG
(dumbfounded)
Uh, Chase exploded, Jacob.

JACOB
(frozen)
Yes I see that, thank you, Tug.

The door to the basement busts open. Willow, Cat and Quinn enter.

TUG
Are they gonna kill us, Jacob?

JACOB
It looks that way.

Quinn aims both his crosses at the two befuddled vampires.

TUG
I hate college.

Quinn thumbs back a small release on each device, which sends the longer ends harpooning into Jacob and Tug, dusting them both. Cat quickly unties Dawn.

WILLOW
(hugging Dawn)
Are you okay?

DAWN
Yeah, I think so.

WILLOW
Did they hurt you?

Dawn shows Willow the bite marks on her neck.

DAWN
That guy Chase bit me.

WILLOW
(looking around)
Where is he? Did he get away?

Dawn says nothing.

WILLOW (CONT’D)
(concerned)
Dawn?

We hold on Dawn’s expression, her eyes trying to find answers to a thousand new questions.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. MILANO’S PIZZA PALACE - LATER

WIDE ESTABLISHING: RESTAURANT

The parking lot is empty, except for the Minivan. The lights for the sign are currently off. It’s late.

INT. MILANO’S PIZZA PALACE - CONTINUOUS

CLOSE UP: BANDAGE

Being applied to the wound on Dawn’s neck.

KENNEDY
(OS)
There we go. Good as new.

ANGLE ON: GROUP

Our gang is gathered inside the restaurant, by the register. While Kennedy patches Dawn up, Willow is at a small table eating a plate of pasta. Barret is sort of just hanging back. A broom is in his hands, having recently finished cleaning up for the night.

BARRET
(to Dawn)
I want to make sure I understand this right. You say he bit you and then basically went poof?

DAWN
Basically? Yeah.

WILLOW
I don’t think I’ve ever heard of anything like that happening before.

KENNEDY
Do you think Giles might, in one of his books, maybe?

WILLOW
It couldn’t hurt to ask. Besides, I know he’ll be real interested to hear this one.

DAWN
Willow? Can you make sure he doesn’t say anything to Buffy, not yet anyway?

WILLOW
If Buffy knew about this, I’d be in as much trouble as you. You’re all tied up in a basement being sacrificed and where was I? Blabbin’ away on the phone to my girlfriend and getting lap dances from stripper waitresses.

Dawn, Kennedy and Barret stare at Willow, who suddenly goes five shades of red.

WILLOW (CONT’D)
(small)
Didn’t I mention that part before?

DAWN/KENNEDY/BARRET
(in unison)
No.

Willow kind of shrinks back to the girl she was in high school for a moment and then concentrates very hard on her food.

WILLOW
This is really good pasta.

DAWN
It wasn’t your fault, Will. How was I supposed to know there would be vampires here?

BARRET
The nearest Hellmouth is in Cleveland, right? Maybe this is some kind of mystical convergence residue, except, not so much with the converging part.

DAWN
Sometimes I wonder if I attract this kind of thing.

WILLOW
You’ve gotta stop thinking like that. Xander thought the same thing about himself, but he doesn’t anymore, because he knows better now. You do, too.

DAWN
I know, and you’re right. But, what if my problem is I spent so much time figuring out who I am, that I forgot to think about what I am?

BARRET
Well, maybe that’s why we’re here, to help you figure that out.

DAWN
You really believe that?

BARRET
Well, what the hell else am I gonna do with myself? If my purpose in this world is to help you find yours, then that suits me just fine, Dawn.

DAWN
(smiling)
Thanks, you guys.

KENNEDY
Speaking of purpose, I can think of at least one we should all tackle together.

WILLOW
What’s that?

BARRET
Eating the loaf of cinnamon bread that came out of the oven about fifteen minutes ago.

They all freeze for a moment before racing towards the kitchen in the back. We don’t follow them. Instead, we CRANE DOWN onto the counter, by the register. Sitting on the counter is Dawn’s ID card. We PUSH IN on the name, Dawn Summers.

BLACK OUT.

EXECUTIVE PRODUCERS
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THE END.

DAWN: The Series 1x01 "First Light"

2009-01-11T18:21:59Z

DAWN: The Series
1x01 "First Light" (Pilot)

NOTE: The following text was originally posted at www.buffyforums.net

Written by kungfubear

Created by kungfubear & skinless

Based on characters created by Joss Whedon

TEASER

EXT. BACK ROAD - DAWN

We open on a faded, battered sign. It reads: WESTMONT CITY LIMITS. We PAN RIGHT to a narrow road, surrounded by vast amounts of forestation. The warm, amber color of the leaves tells us we’re well into the fall. The sun is rising in the distance.
An early model, dark blue Minivan comes barreling down the road at impractical speed.

WILLOW
(OS)
Should we be going this fast?

INT. MINIVAN - DAWN

Kennedy is driving the van, an almost Zen-like concentration on her face. Willow sits next to her, rigidly bracing herself for any sudden impact.

KENNEDY
Probably not, but it’s really fun.

WILLOW
Right, ‘cause concussions are always a blast. Please slow down?

Kennedy finally snaps out of her tunnel vision. She smiles at Willow as her foot relieves some pressure off the accelerator. Willow relaxes in her seat.

KENNEDY
I’m sorry, I just go mad with power when I’m behind the wheel of this thing. It’s a tank.

WILLOW
Sweetie, it’s a Minivan. I feel like a total Soccer Mom, and I’m not even driving.

KENNEDY
Maybe we should’ve gotten an SUV.

WILLOW
Why stop there, why not just get a Hummer and be done with it?

KENNEDY
(half-kidding)
You’re turning me on.

Willow smiles.

WILLOW
How much further?

KENNEDY
Well, we just left Westmont. We should make it into town within the hour. We can have breakfast.

WILLOW
Remind me to call Buffy before we eat.

KENNEDY
Are you nervous?

WILLOW
About what?

KENNEDY
All of it. The new home, new town, new responsibilities. I would be.

WILLOW
After all the traveling we’ve been doing, I welcome the routine of daily life. No magics, no monsters. If my biggest decision of the day is which fabric softener to use, I’ll be happy. Besides, it’s not like I’m completely alone here.

KENNEDY
What about your friends?

WILLOW
Giles always makes sure we keep in touch. Buffy may be on the other side of the world right now, but she’s always just a phone call away.

KENNEDY
Isn’t it like midnight over there by now?

WILLOW
It’s Buffy. She’ll be awake.

Kennedy makes a motion towards the back seat.

KENNEDY
I guess it doesn’t run in the family.

ANGLE ON: BACK OF VAN.

In the back of the Minivan, sleeping on the floor, we see Dawn. She’s mostly hidden by a sleeping bag. Poking out next to her is Mr. Gordo, the stuffed pig.

EXT. BACK ROAD - DAWN

The Minivan continues down the road, away from the camera. Way ahead in the distance, we see the city skyline of Chicago, Illinois.

BLACK OUT.

Cue Opening Credits & Music: "Tomorrow" by SR-71

ACT ONE

EXT. PARKING LOT - MORNING

The Minivan pulls into the parking lot of a small, greasy spoon-type diner. The lot is virtually empty, save for one other car. An old, maroon Volkswagen bug is parked at the far end, near the back of the building.
We PAN UP, look through the windshield and see Willow and Kennedy. Dawn, now awake pops up between them.

WILLOW
Maybe we shouldn’t eat here. Is it even open?

KENNEDY
The sign says it is.

Dawn squints her eyes, trying to read something.

DAWN
“Logan’s Diner”. Maybe they don’t allow anyone in over 30.

Kennedy gives Dawn a funny look.

DAWN (CONT’D)
(Embarrassed)
Which doesn’t apply to us, anyhow.

WILLOW
I’m starving. It doesn’t have the words “Double” or “Meat” in the title, so I say we check it out.

INT. LOGAN’S DINER - MORNING

The girls enter the Diner. The place has a very classic, 50’s look. The counter top is made of white marble and there’s a vintage jukebox in the corner, but it’s been modified to play compact discs, instead of records.
At the moment, there doesn’t appear to be anyone behind the bar.

KENNEDY
Empty. That’s never good.

She approaches the bar.

KENNEDY (CONT’D)
(loudly)
Hello?

Just then, a waitress emerges from the back room. She has short, red hair and green, cat-like eyes. She kind of looks like Natalie Portman in the film Closer. This is CATHRYN “CAT” KELLER, 21.

CAT
(surprised)
Wow. Customers. So, they do still exist.

A beat.

CAT (CONT’D)
You are customers, right?

KENNEDY
(uncertain)
Yes?

CAT
Thank God. My name’s Cathryn, or Cat, if you like.

Cat pulls out a pad and pencil from her apron.

CAT (CONT’D)
What can I get you?

Willow steps forward.

WILLOW
Pay phone?

CAT
(pointing)
Between the rest rooms.

WILLOW
Thanks.

Willow makes her way over to the phone. Dawn scans through a menu laying on the counter.

DAWN
(excited)
Waffles!

CAT
(playing along)
Topping?!

DAWN
Apple!

CAT
Drink?!

DAWN
Orange Juice!

CAT
Can do.
(to Kennedy)
And for you?

KENNEDY
Quick question. Do you have cheesecake?

CAT
Strawberry, cherry, or plain?

KENNEDY
(smiling, looking towards Willow)
Strawberry. And water.

CAT
(writing)
One water.

KENNEDY
My friend will have an omelette, hotcakes and tea, if you’ve got it.

CAT
(looks up)
Are you sure?

Kennedy looks over at Willow, affectionately.

KENNEDY
I’m sure.

CAT
OK. Back in a pinch.

As Cat heads back into the kitchen, Kennedy and Dawn sit down in one of the booths.

DAWN
So far, so good.

KENNEDY
I prefer to hold my judgement until after we get our food. Ever since the Grill & Bar incident back in Shermer, I trust no one.

DAWN
It wasn’t that bad.

KENNEDY
I’m telling you, my Porterhouse mooed at me.

Willow arrives and sits down next to Kennedy.

DAWN
(to Willow)
Was Buffy home?

WILLOW
No, but I did talk to Andrew for a bit. He said that Buffy’s been doing a lot more soul searching now that she’s not dating The Immortal.

DAWN
That’s Buffy for you. The suckier the guy, the harder she tries to find herself.

WILLOW
I just hope the next relationship she has, it’s with someone who won’t try to harvest her organs for his own personal demon horde. You know, a nice, normal guy.

DAWN
Speaking of, have you talked to Xander?

Willow shakes her head.

WILLOW
I haven’t checked my e-mail in at least a week. Last I heard, he mentioned something about looking Faith up in Hawaii. He’s hoping the eye patch will go over better in a more tropical setting.

KENNEDY
What about Mr. Giles?

WILLOW
Andrew said he’s making lots of progress in his therapy sessions with that Dana girl. Once we get settled in here, I’ll have more details.

Cat brings out their drinks and sets them down.

CAT
There you go. Your food will be ready shortly.

WILLOW
Thank You.

CAT
You bet.

She heads back to the kitchen again.

WILLOW
We got in town earlier than I expected.

KENNEDY
Don’t worry. My Uncle Barret sleeps like a coma patient, but he said he wants us to come by first thing.

DAWN
I still can’t believe he’s letting two total strangers into his house like that.

KENNEDY
He’s always been like that. Out of my family, he was the first one I came out to, and he also happened to be the most supportive. Besides, he’s a strong believer in the “friends of mine, friends of his” credo.

DAWN
I hope everyone here is just as friendly. It’ll be nice to live in a town without demons, vampires and all encompassing evil.

KENNEDY
Yeah, and have friends who don’t try to kill you.

Willow raises her drink in traditional, toasting fashion.

WILLOW
(smiling)
Ladies. To Normal!

Dawn and Kennedy follow suit and bring up their drinks as well.

KENNEDY & DAWN
To Normal!

Just as all their glasses CLINK together, we

CUT TO:

INT. CITY MORGUE - CONTINUOUS

EXTREME CLOSE UP ON: HEADPHONES

We hear the heavy, bass strumming sounds of Korn. We PULL BACK to reveal the headphones are worn by QUINN MARTIN, a young man of 26. Short, brown brush cut hair. His face has a youthful, open quality to it. His eyes are closed.

OVERHEAD ANGLE ON: QUINN

Leaning back in a chair, his feet propped up on a desk. From this view, we see that he is wearing a white, lab coat. This is juxtaposed by the rest of his casual attire, which owes more to the fashion sense of a skater. A Blink 182 shirt hangs loosely on his thin frame, joined by some wide-leg jeans and a pair of scuffed up Skechers.
We can also see that he is in a Morgue. Containment units for storing dead bodies checker board the walls. An autopsy table stands like a morbid centerpiece to this room.

ANGLE ON: DOUBLE DOORS

Opening up as a gurney is wheeled in by a tall, BLACK GUY. He’s dressed in a more official manner. A body bag rests on top of the gurney.

BLACK GUY
(tired)
Order up!

Quinn drops his feet to the floor and removes his headphones. The music blasts from the tiny speakers a bit too loudly. Quinn’s eyes are an icy blue, giving him a sad, haunted look that betrays his otherwise nonthreatening features.

QUINN
(deadpan)
Oh joy, another one. There must be a Living Impaired support group in town or something.

BLACK GUY
Looks like.
(re: the music)
Are you trying to deafen the both of us, or just yourself?

QUINN
Oh, sorry.

Quinn turns off his MP3 Player, gets up and moves over to the gurney. He unzips the body bag.

ANGLE ON: DEAD BODY

A TEEN BOY, maybe seventeen. Bleached hair and bags under his eyes. It’s obvious this one was a night owl.

QUINN (CONT’D)
Just like the others?

BLACK GUY
So far, only this one came from a Frat party. Been dead upstairs at least five hours, before anybody noticed. Campus security called it in.

QUINN
Let me guess. Drug overdose?

BLACK GUY
What else?

QUINN
Right. Will he be missed?

BLACK GUY
Doubtful. His Fraternity brothers said he was a new pledge. They threw a New Members party, one thing lead to another, the usual.

QUINN
Do we sweep it under the rug like normal?

BLACK GUY
That’s the plan.

QUINN
Okay, thanks. Are you heading home after this?

BLACK GUY
Yeah, I’m thinking about taking some vacation time. Get some distance from it, know what I mean?

QUINN
I do. In fact, it’s the best plan of action I’ve heard all week.

BLACK GUY
If you want, I can swing by Bob’s office before I go. Put in a good word?

QUINN
No, thanks. You should go ahead and take off before he changes his mind.

BLACK GUY
I see your point. Alright, man. Have a good one.

The Black Guy turns and exits.

QUINN
I’ll try.

Quinn stands there for a moment, staring down at the body. He lets out an aggravated sigh.

QUINN (CONT’D)
(to the corpse)
Sucks to be you, doesn’t it?

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. CITY MORGUE - LATER

Quinn is back at his desk. He’s filling out some paperwork on a clipboard. The headphones are back on, this time playing some softer, down-tempo Massive Attack.

WIDE ON: CORPSE

The dead body has been moved to the examination table and is now covered by a pale blue sheet. We stay WIDE on the body in the foreground, with Quinn, hard at work in the background.
Slowly, we see some subtle movement under the sheet.

LOW ANGLE ON: FLOOR

From under the table, we see the dead kid’s bare feet come into view and quietly touch the ground.

CLOSE UP ON: QUINN’S FACE
He seems oblivious to everything around him. The music pulses on while in the background, the apparently undead figure approaches from behind.

EXTREME CLOSE UP ON: PENCIL

Quinn continues to write when suddenly, he presses down too hard, causing the lead in the pencil to snap off.

MEDIUM ANGLE ON: QUINN & THE BODY

As the body steps into frame, his face bumpy in now famous Vamp Mode. Quinn, at the other end of this closing space, spins around in his chair to face the creature. In a telling, routine movement, he stands up and plunges the broken pencil straight into the kid’s chest.
The Vampire quickly bursts into a cloud of dust. Quinn stays in his attacking stance for a moment before straightening himself and examining the pencil.

QUINN
(to himself)
Damn.

A beat.

QUINN (CONT’D)
I lose more pencils that way.

Quinn tosses the small weapon onto his desk and exits through the double doors. We stay STATIC on the doors for a few beats. Then, Quinn reenters, carrying a small, red Dust Buster. He turns the device on and we TILT DOWN to the floor with him as he vacuums up the powdered remains.
Once that’s done, Quinn removes the vacuum bag. He picks up the clipboard from his desk and carries all three items out the door.
We STEADICAM behind him as he goes through the double doors, down a long, narrow hallway and down a flight of stairs. He stops at a door marked “Storage”. Beside the door is a keypad and a small, red light.
Quinn nonchalantly punches in a series of numbers. The Keypad BEEPS and the light turns green. He opens the door and heads inside.

INT. STORAGE ROOM - CONTINUOUS

We are now in a small room, very much like a Janitor’s Closet. This room doesn’t look like anything special. There are brooms, mops, dust pans, cleaning products and an entire wall of Dust Busters. There’s one empty space.
We watch Quinn retrieve a fresh bag from a drawer and replace it into the vacuum. He hangs the device back up onto the empty space on the wall. He removes the paper from the clipboard and wraps it around the bag full of Vampire Dust.

We TILT DOWN and notice Quinn standing on a large rug in the center of the room. He steps aside, squats down and folds the rug over to reveal a trap door, hidden in the floor. He then produces a key from his pocket and inserts it into a small padlock. After turning the key, the lock snaps open and Quinn lifts up the hatch, revealing another set of stairs.

INT. STORAGE ROOM “B” - CONTINUOUS

Quinn comes downstairs into what appears to be an even smaller room. He approaches a wall of safety deposit boxes. Using the same key, he opens one that isn’t labeled. He places the vacuum bag and the information into the box, closes it and then locks it back up.
Quinn uses a pen to label the box as “1709”. Once finished, he hurries back upstairs. Instead of following, we stay on the box and its curious set of numbers.
We then CRANE LEFT & UP to reveal that this room is in fact of massive size. As far as the eye can see, it consists of nothing but safety deposit boxes. Rows and rows of boxes.

BLACK OUT.

ACT TWO

EXT. BARRET’S HOUSE - LATER

The Minivan pulls up to a large, two-story house. This place is tucked away a bit, surrounded by heavy forestation. The look and feel of the house is warm and rustic like a cabin, but the design is definitely modern, not to mention expensive.
There are numerous expansions and add-ons. There’s a wooden patio deck up on the second floor and a car port off to the side, which is currently sheltering a Yamaha Scooter and a Mini Cooper that looks so new, you’d think it was built no more than five minutes ago.

DAWN
(OS)
Your Uncle has a Mini Cooper?!

KENNEDY
(OS)
Apparently. Must be new.

WILLOW
(OS)
And he does what, exactly?

KENNEDY
(OS)
Pizza Delivery.

INT. BARRET’S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS

The inside of this house is just as lavish and impressive. Leather furniture, hardwood floors, even a stone fireplace. Mounted proudly on the wall above it is an Elk’s head.
Dawn, Willow & Kennedy enter, bringing some luggage with them.

KENNEDY
(loudly)
Uncle Barret? We’re here!

WILLOW
(excited)
Oh, a fireplace! We can roast marshmallows!

KENNEDY
I think we should unpack, first.

DAWN
(re: elk’s head)
Cool, a Deer’s head.

BARRET
(OS)
Elk, actually.

The three girls turn, startled. We WHIP PAN to reveal UNCLE BARRET, 39. He’s leaning up against the door frame that leads into the kitchen. His overly casual look and attire completely clash with his impeccable surroundings. Messy hair, bathrobe and bunny slippers. He resembles a cross between Donal Logue and Johnny Depp from Secret Window. In short, he looks as though he snuck in.

KENNEDY
Barret!

The two of them hug.

BARRET
Did you have any trouble finding the place?

KENNEDY
Not at all.
(addressing the others)
This is my Uncle Barret. That’s Dawn.
Barret shakes her hand.

BARRET
Dawn.
(looking at Willow)
I guess that makes you Willow.

WILLOW
(nervous)
Hi.

They shake hands. Barret can tell Willow is a bit uneasy.

BARRET
Don’t worry, I didn’t kill it myself. It came with the house. As I understand it, the previous owner accidently hit it.

DAWN
With what? A bulldozer?

BARRET
Yes.

All three girls look at him in disbelief.

BARRET (CONT’D)
Or, so I’m told. Listen, I’m real glad you all came out here. Kennedy’s told me so much about you, I feel like I already know you. Do you guys like the place so far?

DAWN
Are you kidding? It’s amazing. I don’t mean to pry-- Well, actually I do, but how can you afford this place? Did you like, win the lottery or something?

BARRET
Pretty much.

Dawn and Willow are speechless. Kennedy smiles.

BARRET (CONT’D)
(to Kennedy)
You didn’t tell them?

KENNEDY
Nope. I thought it would be more fun this way.

DAWN
No way!

BARRET
You wanna see? Come on, I’ll show you.

INT. KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS

The kitchen is a gourmet chef’s wet dream come true. Checkered linoleum, stainless steel appliances, and there’s even an actual booth and table in the corner, the kind you would normally see in a chain restaurant.
The gang enters. Barret hops up and takes a seat on the counter. Next to him is a glass bowl of fresh apples. He takes one, polishes it and takes a bite. With his free hand, he points off screen, to his right.
Hanging on the wall, above the booth, is a large, framed Novelty Check.

WILLOW
Fifty Six Million?!

Barret smiles, sheepishly.

BARRET
You should know there’s a solid reason why I moved out here. When people found out about my good fortune, suddenly I had “friends and family” that never existed before then. Everybody wanted a piece, more than their fair share, in fact. Believe me, I’m all with the giving, but only to those who truly deserve it, like you guys.

DAWN
But you don’t even know us.

BARRET
I know Kennedy. She’s my family. Regrettably, she’s the only member of said family that didn’t automatically become entitled, like something was owed. One of three reasons why my brother and I aren’t on speaking terms.

DAWN
What are the other reasons?

WILLOW
Dawnie!

BARRET
No, it’s okay. I’m not quite ready to share that much, so I’ll save it, if that’s cool. For now, I just want you guys to know that since Kennedy here is my family, that means you two are family by association. I gotta rebuild. Now that Sunnydale is a pile of sinky-sand, I’m sure you can relate.

DAWN
Yeah, I totally get it. My sister wants me to go to the University here. She says I should go where I can actually learn something, instead of how to say “Where’s the party?” In Italian. I don’t even know if I’m college material.

BARRET
Well, Kennedy tells me her girl Willow here is quite the brain.

Willow blushes.

BARRET (CONT’D)
Besides, I did the college thing for a while. Half of it is based on notes and lecture. Keep that in mind and it’s a cakewalk.

DAWN
What’s the other half?

BARRET
Parties, often with actual cake.

A beat. Barret hops down off the counter.

BARRET (CONT’D)
So, how about we get the rest of your bags and then I can finish showing you around?

DAWN
You mean there’s more?

Barret begins to lead the girls out of the kitchen.

BARRET
Much more. You haven’t seen the game room, yet. Say, Dawn? How good are you at air hockey?

CUT TO:

INT. UPSTAIRS BEDROOM - EVENING

ANGLE ON: PEZ WITCH

Standing upright like a trophy on a dresser. On either side of it, we see two framed photos. One is of Oz. The other is of Tara. In the center, just in front of the pez dispenser is a short, wide candle. The flame burns, bright.
We PULL BACK to reveal Willow sitting on the bed, meditating. The room is sparse, but somehow still feels very inviting and lived in. A few boxes are stacked in the corner. Kennedy enters.

KENNEDY
Hey.

Willow opens her eyes and smiles.

WILLOW
Hey.

KENNEDY
Settling in okay?

WILLOW
Better than okay. The energy here is really good. It almost feels like Sunnydale, without the suck.

KENNEDY
It wasn’t all bad. If it weren’t for the impending doom and apocalypse, we never would’ve met.

WILLOW
Most couples meet-cute at clubs or parties. We met-cute on a Hellmouth.

Kennedy smiles and joins Willow on the bed.

WILLOW (CONT’D)
How’s Dawn adapting?

KENNEDY
Like a duck to water. I think she’s still giddy from finding out her bedroom has its own shower. I’m waiting for the moment when Barret shows her the jacuzzi out back.

WILLOW
Do you think we did the right thing by bringing her here, away from Buffy, I mean?

KENNEDY
Let’s not forget whose idea this was in the first place. I think Buffy’s just glad Dawn’s not out getting kidnapped by the sunlight impaired. And the best part is, no more mystical convergences. She finally has a chance at a normal life. That goes for all of us.

WILLOW
I am glad we’re here, together. It’s almost like it was with--

KENNEDY
With Tara?

WILLOW
I’m sorry. I didn’t mean--

Kennedy gives Willow a reassuring kiss.

KENNEDY
Willow, it’s okay. I like when you talk about her, and Oz. For better or worse, those people make up part of who you are, and I love who you are. I’m only sorry I didn’t get to meet either of them. They sound like good people, infidelity excluded.

DAWN
(OS)
AHHH!!!

Startled, Willow and Kennedy both turn their attention to the door.

DAWN (CONT’D)
(OS)
A jacuzzi!!!

Relieved, Willow and Kennedy share a smile.

CUT TO:

INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT

Dawn is at the counter, scooping ice cream into two frosted, glass mugs.

DAWN
This place is so amazing! It has everything.

Barret comes in from outside of the frame. He sets down two glass bottles of root beer. They proceed to make floats.

BARRET
Correction. Now it has everything.

DAWN
What else could you possibly need?

BARRET
Friends. What good is being rich if you’re not truly wealthy?

DAWN
Don’t you have friends, or did, before, I mean?

BARRET
Well, the occasional acquaintance here and there, but not really. I mostly keep to myself. It’s not especially by choice, mind you. It just kind of turned out that way. What about you?

DAWN
I had some friends in high school, but they all took off right around the time Sunnydale took a swan dive underground.

BARRET
Do you think you’d still be friends, if things were different?

DAWN
I don’t know. Maybe. Mostly people thought I was just really weird.

BARRET
Weird? How come?

DAWN
Beats me. Buffy always said I was just misunderstood, which coming from her means almost nothing.

BARRET
Well, people are afraid of what they don’t understand. Not many of us have a Slayer for a big sister.

Dawn freezes.

DAWN
How do you know--

BARRET
You can blame Kennedy and her sharing nature for that one. I was the first person she officially came out to. She tells me everything.

DAWN
So, you know the real story behind Sunnydale and my family?

BARRET
Pretty much. I’ve at least gotten the Cliff Notes version on more than one occasion.

DAWN
And it doesn’t freak you out?

BARRET
Well, I will admit it is extraordinary. I know Kennedy was never one to just make up stories. Plus, given what she’s told me, I’m perfectly content with taking her word for it. I’m just glad she came away from it in one piece.

DAWN
Lucky for her, Willow likes to share, too.

BARRET
Lucky for all of you, from what I’ve heard. That’s a pretty powerful thing your friend did, turning all the potentials into slayers.

DAWN
Yeah, but some of us weren’t so lucky.

BARRET
That’s right, I heard a friend of yours lost an eye.

DAWN
Well, he didn’t lose it, so much as it literally got poked out. And don’t even get me started on the high body count.

BARRET
That bad, huh?

DAWN
If I went through everyone, we’d be here all night.
(counting)
Jonathan, Tara, Anya, even my own sister once or twice.

A beat.

DAWN (CONT’D)
(reserved)
My Mom.

BARRET
(warmth)
At the risk of sounding like a walking cliche, she’s in a better place. If you want to honor the memory of your mother, the best thing you can do is just keep being Dawn. I’m a pretty good judge of character. I wouldn’t have opened my home to you guys without recognizing the good nature you carry with you. In my opinion, that’s a pretty high compliment to your Mom and your Sister.

Dawn smiles. Barret puts a straw in her float and slides the drink over to her.

BARRET (CONT’D)
Besides, somebody’s gotta help me eat all this ice cream.

CUT TO:

INT. UPSTAIRS BEDROOM - LATER

We see Dawn unpacking some things and getting ready for bed. The only available light source in this room is coming from a lamp on the night stand, by the bed. Willow pokes her head in the doorway.

WILLOW
Hey.

DAWN
Hey.

WILLOW
We’ve got a long day ahead of us tomorrow. You might wanna turn in early.

DAWN
Way ahead of you,
(looking around)
But I can’t seem to find--

Willow reveals a framed photograph of Joyce she had been hiding behind her back. She hands it to Dawn.

WILLOW
It got mixed in with some of the kitchen stuff, which may not have been a complete accident.

A beat.

WILLOW (CONT’D)
Good night, Dawnie.

DAWN
Good night, Willow.

Willow exits. Dawn sits there for a moment, staring at the photograph with warm affection. She sets it up on the night stand so it’s facing her as she gets under the covers.

DAWN (CONT’D)
(to herself)
Good night, Mom.

With that, Dawn turns off the lamp and goes to sleep, leaving us with almost no light. We stay on this image of Dawn, eyes closed, safe and secure. Then, a moment later, a mild glow seems to fall on her face. A hand enters the frame, caressing Dawn’s cheek. Dawn continues to sleep, undisturbed.
We PAN UP to reveal JOYCE SUMMERS (deceased), in all her ethereal, angelic beauty. She stands by the bed, watching over Dawn with that same warm affection.

JOYCE
(to herself)
Good night, sweetheart.

BLACK OUT.

ACT THREE

EXT. UNIVERSITY OF NORTH ILLINOIS - DAY

ANGLE ON: CLOCK TOWER

The clock reads 1:13. We PAN DOWN to reveal Willow and Dawn, sitting on a bench. They appear to be finishing up some sort of fast food lunch. Dawn has an uncomfortable look on her face.

DAWN
(sickly)
Ugh. I think my food is a part of me now. It’s never leaving.

WILLOW
I warned you about that Chili Dog.

Willow starts to gather up their trash and toss it in a near by garbage bin.

DAWN
It looked so good in the picture. I was lied to. Stupid golden cow.

WILLOW
Next time, I get to pick where we eat.

DAWN
That’s too bad, because I’m never eating again.
(Tetsuo impression)
“We are Chili Dog. We are one.”

WILLOW
Hey, at least Orientation is going well.

DAWN
(smiling)
Yeah. Who knew there was a class for bowling?

WILLOW
This place is so massive. I’m sure if you can name it, there’s probably a class for it.

DAWN
What’s left on the list?

Willow scans a small booklet in her hand.

WILLOW
Uh, just the dorms.

INT. FULTON HALL - DAY

Willow and Dawn make their way down one of the many narrow hallways of the Fulton Dormitory. The place is a zoo. Dozens of students shuffle about, most of them appearing lost. Two large guys are carrying an equally massive, steel keg. They’re just about the only two people who seem to know exactly where they’re going.

DAWN
So, this is my Dorm.

Willow scans her booklet.

WILLOW
It says here that Fulton Hall is one of the oldest buildings on campus. It was constructed in the late forties, and was partially renovated in 1993, due to an electrical fire.

DAWN
I guess there’s a reason they don’t make ‘em like they use to.

MALE VOICE
(OS)
Actually, that brochure is wrong.

Willow and Dawn turn to meet CHASE, 19. He’s got a bit of a baby face and unassuming, blue eyes. He’s kind of like Farmer Ted, save for the fact that he’s wearing a giant bunny costume. A stack of flyers are in his hand.

CHASE
It was a pledge prank that started the fire. Of course, UNI’s not gonna come right out and broadcast that kind of info.

The two girls stare at him for a moment before Dawn finally leans over to whisper at Willow.

DAWN
(whispering)
Is that a--

WILLOW
(whispering)
Giant Bunny Rabbit. You see him, too?
(to Chase)
If your name is either Frank, or Harvey--

CHASE
It’s neither.

A beat.

CHASE (CONT’D)
I mean, my name is Chase.

DAWN
Chase The Bunny. That’s funny. I’m Dawn, and this is
Willow.

CHASE
Hi. I don’t normally dress this way. I’m pledging.

WILLOW
Oh, what fraternity?

CHASE
Phi Omega Gamma.
(handing Dawn a flyer)
This is for you.

Dawn scans the flyer.
DAWN
“Fish Tank Fiesta”?

CHASE
Yeah, it’s a special party for freshmen. The Frat puts one together every year during orientation. Sort of a big welcoming committee for all the new faces.

DAWN
So, what, you’re supposed to go around campus in that bunny suit, passing out flyers?

CHASE
(embarrassed)
Not exactly. I’m supposed to go around campus in this hot-as-hell, humiliating bunny suit, passing out flyers to pretty young women.

Dawn smiles at him. He blushes.

MALE VOICE
(OS)
PLEDGE FU-FU!

Chase suddenly goes rigid, standing at attention. A tall, handsome fellow approaches. He has a wholesome, Riley Finn quality about him, but the swagger and ****y stride of Spike. This is GLENN, 22.

CHASE
(soldier)
Yes, Brother Glenn!

GLENN
You pass out flyers to freshmen. You do not make moon eyes at them, is that understood?!

CHASE
Yes, Brother Glenn!

Glenn turns his attention to Dawn and Willow. His voice and demeanor take a complete turn. He is now charming and polite.

GLENN
I’m awfully sorry about that. Was Pledge Fu-Fu bothering you?

DAWN
Uh, I think his name is Chase.

Glenn gives Chase a stern look.

GLENN
For the rest of his life, it is. This week however, his full name is Little Bunny Fu-Fu.
(to Chase)
What’s the matter, Pledge? Did you forget that bunnies can’t talk?

Chase says nothing. He’s frozen, unsure of what to do or say.

GLENN (CONT’D)
Well?

CHASE
Uh--

DAWN
It was my fault.

Glenn faces Dawn again. Behind his back, Chase is making all kinds of faces and gestures at him. Willow is watching from behind Dawn, trying desperately not to crack up.

DAWN (CONT’D)
Yeah, I asked him for the time and we sort of got to talking.

GLENN
I could almost buy that, if he were actually wearing a watch.

A beat. Glenn whips back around quickly, but fails to catch Chase in the act.

GLENN (CONT’D)
You know, this kind of insubordination is disrespectful to not just me, but the entire Phi Omega Gamma brotherhood. We may just have to let you go, Pledge.

Chase hangs his head in shame. His floppy bunny ears droop down in a comical manner.

GLENN (CONT’D)
(turning to Dawn)
However, I’m willing to overlook this whole incident. That is, if you give me your word that you’ll come to our party this weekend, Miss--

DAWN
(annoyed)
Summers.

A beat.

GLENN
You wouldn’t want Little Bunny Fu-Fu to get down on his knees and beg, would you?

Over Glenn’s shoulder, we see Chase reluctantly dropping to his knees. Dawn finally caves.

DAWN
Okay, fine. I’ll go.

GLENN
Thank you, Miss Summers. On behalf of The Brothers and I, we look forward to seeing you there.
(to Chase)
As you were, Pledge.

Glenn walks off. It’s only until he’s out of sight that Chase finally stands up.

DAWN
Well, I know where I’m not gonna be this Saturday.

CHASE
(worried)
You mean you’re not going?

DAWN
Would you?

CHASE
I kind of have to.

DAWN
No, you really don’t.

WILLOW
Yeah, what’s so great about those guys?

CHASE
Nothing, really. Think of it as buying protection from The Mob by becoming a member.

WILLOW
(scoffs)
Men can be such, boys sometimes.

CHASE
(to Dawn)
Seriously though, you have to be there. You don’t even have to stick around, just make an appearance long enough for Glenn to spot you, and then bail. Glenn’s pulled that act on three other girls today. I’m fine, honest. I’ll be even better if you’re at the party.

Chase puts his paws up like a begging dog.

CHASE (CONT’D)
Come on, help a bunny out?

Dawn smiles.

DAWN
(defeated)
What time?

CHASE
(joyful)
It’s all in the flyer. Thank you so much. I gotta run. I’ll see you Saturday. Bring your friend.

DAWN
Wait! There’s one more thing.

CHASE
What?

DAWN
Where’s the Residential Advisor?

CUT TO:

INT. RESIDENTIAL ADVISOR’S OFFICE - DAY

ANGLE ON: DESK

The desk is relatively neat and organized. On the far corner, there are two trays. One is marked “IN”, the other says, “OUT”. The Out tray contains a neatly folded pair of pastel colored pants, a book of the Atkins Diet, a System Of A Down album and a picture of Tom Cruise. The In tray contains a “Vote For Pedro” T-shirt, a book of the South Beach Diet, a Gwen Stefani album and a picture of Dane Cook.
We PAN UP to see a tall, attractive blond girl, balancing a book on her head. This is APRYL MADDUX, 22. She looks deep in concentration.

ANGLE ON: DOOR

The door is open. Dawn steps into the doorway. She peers in and sees Apryl. After a moment of hesitation, she enters the office and approaches the desk.

DAWN
Uh, hi. Are you the R.A.?

APRYL
(holding up a finger)
Just a sec.

A DING sounds from somewhere off screen. Apryl removes the book off her head and puts it down on her desk. She’s suddenly bubbly and smiling.

APRYL (CONT’D)
(proud)
Three minutes! I beat my record!

A beat.

APRYL (CONT’D)
Can I help you?

DAWN
I’m looking for the R.A.

APRYL
You found me. I’m Apryl.

They shake hands.

DAWN
Dawn Summers. I almost gave up. Chase told me where to find you.

APRYL
Who?

DAWN
The white rabbit?

APRYL
Oh, him. Let me guess, P.O.G.?

DAWN
Yeah. Is it always like this, or just during pledge week?

APRYL
Please, pledge week is the only time this place actually feels like college. You’d be amazed at just how bizarre it can get around here.

DAWN
Oh, I don’t know about that. I’m from Sunnydale.

APRYL
(beaming)
You’re kidding!

DAWN
Believe me, I wish I was.

Without saying a word, Apryl makes a mad dash behind her desk and starts digging through a bottom drawer. A moment later, she comes back up with an old yearbook in her hands. She shows it to Dawn. The front cover proudly displays the Sunnydale High logo. Dawn takes the book and starts skimming through it.

DAWN (CONT’D)
You went to Sunnydale? Wait, how old is this book?

APRYL
May of ‘96. My parents dragged me out here that summer because a bunch of kids were turning up missing, or something.

Dawn looks up from her reading material, trying to figure out if she heard Apryl’s verbal mistake correctly.

APRYL (CONT’D)
I came all the way up here just to be home-schooled for the next three years. But, it all worked out. My Dad moved up the ladder pretty quick at the firm, which meant lots more money. Plus, he got me this job.

DAWN
How is it?

APRYL
(thinking)
It’s a lot like baby sitting. There’s a curfew, lots of studying, occasional vomiting. The only big difference is the number of people I’m responsible for.

DAWN
They’re older, too.

APRYL
Only on the outside. I mean really, how many grown ups do you know who dress up like a giant bunny?

CLOSE UP ON: DAWN

We hold on Dawn’s face, pondering the question.

FLASH CUT TO:

EXT. SIDEWALK - NIGHT [FLASHBACK]

We see Anya, from “Fear, Itself” (re: production code 4ABB04), wearing a furry, white bunny suit. A mixture of boredom and discomfort is on her face.

FLASH CUT TO:

INT. RESIDENTIAL ADVISOR’S OFFICE - DAY [PRESENT]

We’re back where we should be. Dawn says nothing.

APRYL
I’m sorry, what was it you wanted again?

DAWN
Oh, I have no clue where my dorm room is, except that it’s on this floor...I think.

APRYL
Don’t worry, I’m almost certain that’s what I’m here for. I can help you find it.
(stretching out hand)
I know this place like the back of my hand.

The moment those words leave her lips, Apryl notices something on her hand that she’s never seen before. She examines it for a beat, but quickly discards it as nothing important. Dawn puts the yearbook down on the desk, leaving it open to a random page. The two girls continue chatting as they leave the office.
We stay in here for a moment and PAN DOWN to the exposed page of the yearbook. We PUSH IN on various signatures and quotes. There’s a small one at the bottom corner of the page that reads, “Thanks for noticing me. Marcie Ross.” Right smack in the center of the page, bold and colorful reads the declaration, “YOU’RE SO MONEY! LOVE, QUEEN C.”

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. PHI OMEGA GAMMA FRATERNITY HOUSE - NIGHT

The lights all appear to be off, but there’s loud, abrasive punk rock blasting from inside. Chase, still sporting his bunny suit walks up to the house. He’s wheeling a massive keg in front of himself. He knocks on the door. The force of his tapping pushes the door open. Cautiously, he steps inside.

INT. PHI OMEGA GAMMA FRATERNITY HOUSE - CONTINUOUS

Entering the cavernous living room, Chase finds it oddly deserted. He quickly makes his way over to the stereo in the corner, shutting off the intrusive music.

CHASE
(calling out)
Hello?

A faint rustling from somewhere upstairs gets Chase’s attention. We CRANE UP behind him as he ascends up the steps.

INT. SECOND FLOOR HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS

Once he reaches the top of the stairs, Chase waits and listens for more sounds. Hearing nothing, he begins to take a left down the hall. An abrupt THUD startles him and provokes him to change his course.
Now heading right, he follows down to the door at the end of the hallway. Hesitant, he slowly puts his ear to the door. From the other side, he hears what is obviously the playful giggle of a YOUNG WOMAN. He rolls his eyes. Annoyed, Chase knocks on the door. It opens, slightly. Glenn pokes his head out.

GLENN
Oh, you’re back. Why did you kill my tunes?

CHASE
The door was open. I thought something happened.

GLENN
Something is happening. I’m getting my freak on, and you’re ruining it. What do you want, Pledge?

CHASE
Where is everybody?

GLENN
(antsy)
Well, I can’t speak for everybody, but the Brothers are all out, picking up girls. I’m sure that college brain of yours can figure out, I decided to stay here; Order in.

A beat.

GLENN (CONT’D)
Did you get the keg?

CHASE
Yes, sir.

GLENN
Good, so go fill it up already.

CHASE
Um, Brother Glenn?

GLENN
What?!

CHASE
Do you require my services for anything else?

GLENN
No. My Father had the sex talk with me when I was twelve, so I’m good. Thanks.

Chase turns to leave.

GLENN (CONT’D)
Oh, and Pledge?

Chase faces Glenn, once more.

GLENN (CONT’D)
Unless someone’s dying or dead, don’t bother me again.

CHASE
Yes, sir.

With that, Glenn shuts the door in Chase’s face. Chase stands there a moment, stewing. A deep sigh of frustration, and then he proceeds to head back downstairs.

CUT TO:

INT. GLENN’S ROOM - CONTINUOUS

The decor of Glenn’s room is typical jock. Sports memorabilia, trophies, etc. In fact, when Glenn crawls into bed, he’s right beside a YOUNG WOMAN who is wearing a long, hockey jersey. They kiss and snuggle for a moment.

GLENN
So, where were we?

YOUNG WOMAN
(smiling)
You were about to tell me your name.

GLENN
No, I wasn’t.

YOUNG WOMAN
Come on. I told you my name.

GLENN
Yeah, but it’s not like I asked.

YOUNG WOMAN
Please? You can make something up if you want to, I don’t care.

GLENN
Okay, uh...Glenn.

YOUNG WOMAN
Is that your real name?

GLENN
(smiling)
I thought you said it didn’t matter.

YOUNG WOMAN
No, I said I don’t care, and I don’t. But it still matters.

CLOSE UP ON: YOUNG WOMAN
She rolls over onto her other side. She’s now facing away from Glenn. We’re so close on her face, we don’t see Glenn.

GLENN
(OS)
Okay then. How do I know you’re not lying about your name?

YOUNG WOMAN
You wanna see my ID?

GLENN
No, it’s okay. I trust you.

YOUNG WOMAN
You trust me, but not enough to tell me your name?

GLENN
I just told you my name.

YOUNG WOMAN
No way you can actually be a “Glenn”.

GLENN
What, you don’t think I look like a “Glenn”.

YOUNG WOMAN
I just meant that because you may look like a “Glenn”, doesn’t mean you are.

GLENN
What makes you say that?

YOUNG WOMAN
Appearances can be deceiving, that’s all.

We PAN RIGHT to catch just the beginnings of Glenn’s lips and nose, entering the frame. He lets a breath go out from his nostrils and stimulate the little hairs on the back of the Young Woman’s neck. When we PAN even further, getting Glenn’s profile into view, we see that he suddenly has Vamp Face!

GLENN
You’ve got that right.

BLACK OUT.

EXECUTIVE PRODUCERS
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THE END.

Expodo-Blog!

2008-07-01T07:32:15Z

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