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from Season three episode number one YET UNAIRED. Please DO NOT copy
HOUSE – NIGHT
Molly! You look Fabulous!
INT. PHILLIPS’ HOME ENTRY – HOPE SPRINGS, COLORADO – NIGHT
Molly has just
opened the front door to greet her old friend Lisa, standing beside her
Lisa, come in, come in! Oh, it’s so great to see you! It’s
he’s finding us an apartment in Eastern Pakistan. Or possibly a tent.
Molly laughs and bends slightly, expecting Annie.
Well where’s that daughter of yours?
I haven’t seen her since—
[thay-lin], 15, bursts in. She’s hip-looking but not trendy/expensive,
high-energy, all smiles—a person who takes over a room just by walking
in. She’s not the little girl Molly was prepared for.
Molly straightens up and Annie gives her a big hug:
Molly! Okay, I totally owe you an apology for the last time I was
Here, but I was
just a kid then and I was all into Techno and French rap, but since then
I’ve listened to all your old records and I think it’s so cool
you’ve got a new one coming out, you are my hero—well, you and the
U.S. Women’s soccer team—but next to them, you’re the greatest.
I like this
INT. LIVING ROOM – A SHORT TIME LATER
Clu, Carey, Ned, Irene, Lisa and Annie and Fi (sitting near each other)
are having a buffet-style dinner, plates on laps.
Ned enters from the dining room, carrying his plate.
How’s the chicken, everyone?
Bell. The mole [mo-lady]
sauce is the best I’ve had outside Mexico.
It’s not too
spice for you?
Ever eaten habanero [ah-baan-err-o] peppers?
habaneros. They’re the
hottest in the world! But . . . you eat them?
Until I cry.
I like this
Is there any
You are no
longer my son.
Excellent, can I
have his stereo?
Get in line.
So, how do you
guys pick where to live?
World Hunger Foundation chooses for us.
We’re off to
Pakistan next because they want us to test
a new type of
In college, we
all wanted to save the world—you guys really do it.
What was your
Peru. I don’t
know why, I was really little when we lived there, but Of all the places
. . . it still feels like home—
an uncomfortable subject. Molly
Sweetheart, we don’t need to bore our friends by talking about
Every single trip we’ve taken—
Yes, you do! You’ve lives in South America.
Last year we went
. . . to Buffalo.
I liked Buffalo.
stands and aims for the Dining Room.
Mind if I have some more mole, Mr. Bell?
Be my guest, sweetheart.
Think I’ll have some, too.
The girls both
head for the dining room. . .
DINING ROOM – CONTINUOUS
I could live on Mexican Food.
Annie’s distracted by something out the window.
ANNIE’S POV: A
LIGHT DANCES JUST OUTSIDE THE GLASS . . . THE ONE WE’VE SEEN BEFORE
EACH APPEARANCE OF THE WILL O’ THE WISP.
Hey, look at that!!
toward the window.
That’s the biggest firefly I’ve ever seen.
Fi frowns and
goes to the window. Annie eagerly exits to the living room.
Mom, come check out this huge bug!
(Quietly, to the light)
What do you want?
sky-writes (like you ‘d do with a lit sparkler) a reply: the word
“YOU.” Then it zips
away with a GIGGLE.
finally pulls Lisa to the dining room window.
The light is gone.
Oh, he flew away.
He’ll be back.
INT. KITCHEN –
LATER THAT EVENING
and Lisa are fixing coffee and cake.
So, what happened in Peru?
What do you mean?
mentioned it at dinner, you looked like you’d just eaten a hot pepper.
Annie was so
young, and the jungle is so big. .
. She gave us a scare, that’s all.
What kind of
You guys know
what it’s like, traveling with kids.
We might have
some idea, yeah.
Molly’s looking at Lisa curiously . . .
At that moment, Fi and Annie race past, on their way upstairs.
Whoa, where are you two going?
If we move fast enough, the guys will be stuck with the dishes.
Her idea. I like this girl.
Laughing, Fi and Annie dash upstairs.
so many new places because of our work.
But I sometimes wonder if we’re being selfish by dragging her
I don’t think
anyone drags Annie anywhere. She
seems to go exactly where she wants.
Sounds like her
more like you, actually. Her
whole life is music. She
writes songs. . . dreams them, she says.
Maybe I’m biased, but she’s a fascinating kids.
Ha she had any
No, it just . .
seems to come naturally to her. She
can pick up almost any instrument and play it.
Irene picks up a tray of coffee and cake to carry toward the
What does she charge? We could use someone like that.
exiting with the tray. Lisa,
smiling, watches her go, then takes a steadying breath, looks at Molly,
and forges a head:
Funny . . . that’s something I . . . wanted to talk about.
You know, Kevin
and I want to encourage Annie, but where we’re going it’ll be hard
to keep up her schooling, let alone any opportunity to develop her
music, with friends, with real musicians . . .
Molly’s face says she’s not quite sure where Lisa’s going.
We were wondering; we were hoping . . .
(scrunches her eyes shut; quickly)
That maybe if
you had the time and space and energy you’d take
Annie under your
wing for the school year.
Lisa finally dares to open her eyes.
Molly’s looking right at her, a warm smile
Growing on her lips.
She just needs a normal family for a while.
Our family usually has four wheels under us.
Believe me, she’s comfortable on the road.
Molly moves close to Lisa . . .
Lisa, way back
when Rick and I were struggling, you were always there for us. When Jack was sick and we had a gig, you were there. When Fi
was born, you were there. Always
you, Lisa. Always there.
Just . . . give it some thought?
Lisa exhales, regroups, relieved this is behind her.
I still can’t believe how much Fi’s grown. How’s she been?
Let’s just say, sometimes she’s a big too much like her
As Molly absentmindedly plays with her thumb-ring—
BEDROOM – NEXT MORNING
Annie is sitting on Fi’s bed, picking at Fi’s Dad’s guitar. She closes her eyes
And hums a tune
to herself as she plays a short section, over and over. Fi enters.
I hope you don’t mind, I—
No, it’s okay, it was my Dad’s.
Sounded nice. What is it?
Oh—not sure. I think I’m still writing it.
I don’t always
know right away. Sometimes
I have to wait for the notes to come, maybe from a bird, or the sounds
of cars on a freeway or –
Okay, I can tell
by your look that you now think I’m hugely weird.
me—you would have to be way weirder to get that look from me. I think
it’s really cool.
Clu peeks into the room.
I heard you playing. You
sound amazing. I was moved.
As Fi and Annie
exchange amused smiles, Jack steps into the doorway, bike helmet under
Clu, what’s the hold-up?
Annie and I were discussing music.
Let me guess. He was moved.
Annie tries to
hide her smile. Clu frowns
I was. And I was thinking, since I’m heading back to college in
Few days and won’t be around for awhile, maybe I should take
This opportunity to help Annie with her song, and Fi could go
with you instead.
bailing on me.
an artist thing, you wouldn’t understand.
Plus, I have a sore
since Clu is injured, mind if I go riding with you? I love
mountain biking. Clu, maybe
we could talk later--?
You can use
Clu’s bike. I’ll adjust the seat.
Jack grins and heads out. Clu chases after him—
That was very cold, man.
It’s an exercise thing. You wouldn’t understand.
(re: the guys)
Welcome to my life.
You want to come riding with us? –
Fi is about to
reply when she notices, at her window: THE WISP LIGHT –dancing just
No. I had plans to see someone.
Okay. See you
starts out, her back to the room. Suddenly, the wisp-light zips through
the window straight for Annie, before Fi can warn her.
But the light BOUNCES off Annie’s head, RICOCHETS around the
room, then slams into FI’s open laptop, where it remains, GLOWING from
Fi walks up to
her, looking her in the eyes.
What? Is there something on my face?
You’re okay. You’re
. . you.
Is something wrong?
Um, no, I just—you can use my bike helmet. It’s in the
Fi hurries over to her computer.
The screen glows with the Wisp light.
The light speaks, PULSATING as it talks to her (with a computer
– generated brogue):
You’ve got a wee bit of mail.
Okay, why are
you here, what just happened, and why didn’t you take over Annie’s
protected, off limits, forbidden. I hate when that happens . . . people
like her should come with warning labels.
What do you
mean, people like her?
Good to be back. Reminds me of the spirit world—no walls,
instant access to millions of souls . . . although your modems a wee bit
slow. Perhaps I’ll get a
website, you know, as a vacation home.
Get out my
Come now, is
that how you greet an old friend?
time we talked, you left me and my Mom in a burning warehouse.
Don’t be a
baby. You got out fine.
I have power
over you. If I speak your
one true name, you have to go away
Well then, save
your family’s lives without my help.
Goodbye, Little Duck . .
The lights starts to fade out
. . .
Wait! Okay, okay.
Time is short, only you can save them.
Do you still have the book of Celtic magic?
From my Aunt’s
theater company? Yeah.
But I’m not
. . . hurt. You don’t trust me.
Gee, I wonder
why, given that history has shown you to be a big fat liar.
I am not fat.
reading any magic spells until you tell me what is going on?
you have a gift. Aye, and you’ve used it to see wonderful things. But
there are spirits on this side who are angry with your intrusions into
That’s what my
father told me . . .
When you open a
door, it doesn’t just means you can go in—it also means things can
Get the book,
He’s right. Fi
opens her closet and pulls the magic book with the dragon on the cover.
(from “Strangeling”) down from a high shelf.
Now, open to the sixth chapter, fifth page, first incantation,
Read. Do you see?
Fi opens the
book. She has a thought:
No. There’s something else going on. Like, why this spell?
Why not this one, or this one, or this one?
She points to
other lines in the book. On
the third one, the wisp HISSES angrily.
This is not a game!
this one, huh? Why not? Is
this the one that sends you away forever? Am I right?
The Wisp just HISSES again.
You know what? Let’s give this one a try.
“Spirits fly, tear down the wall
. . .
all are lost, for changed are all.”
No, you foolish girl!
Consider this payback.
No, no . . . !
His LIGHT FADES
from the screen, returning to computer to normal. Fi smiles at the
Am I good, or what?
Fi closes the
laptop. She then closes the
magic book and starts back to her desk with it. Clu enters.
Fi! Huge favor. If I
use your bike, I can catch Jack and Annie.
What about your sore knee?
Sometimes you gotta play hurt.
He notices Fi
reaching up to put the book back in her closet Clu takes it from her.
Here, let me.
Hey—is this that book from your Aunt’s theater? From the play
with the witches and stuff?
Woah, bad luck.
The name of the
play. Remember? It’s bad
luck to say it out loud.
I think we’ll
Suddenly, the book begins to GLOW in Clu’s hands.
Uh, or not—
The GLOW starts to move up Clu’s arms.
Oh, no. Clu, drop the book!
I can’t! What’s happening?
Oh, man, this feels seriously weird—
is a BLINDING FLASH of light. Clu
and the book DISAPPEAR,
leaving behind a
floating BALL OF LIGHT.
The ball hovers
in front of Fi. She’s
petrified. Suddenly, the
light HURTLES OUT of her window and SPOTS INTO MANY TINY LIGHTS, which
SCATTER in every direction. Off
END OF ACT ONE