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Fade in. Having given up their quest for the evening Nic, Pete, Cleggy, Guy and Kara decide to go clubbing. Pete drives them in his car down Charing Cross Road, looking for a club open on a Wednesday night.
Nic scans the streets and sees a tall goth standing on a street corner handing out flyers to random passers-by. | |
| Nic: | There's a goth over there. |
| Cleggy: | Maybe he'll know something to do. |
| Guy: | No. He's just flyering for something. |
| Nic: | There aren't any goth clubs around here. Where did he come from? |
The goth stops handing out flyers and hurries down the street away from them. | |
| Cleggy: | He sure is leaving in a big hurry. If he gets away, we'll never find something to do. |
| Nic: | Not if I can help it. Pete, speed up. |
Pete speeds up the car, approaching the purple-haired man. | |
| Guy: | It'd be as well to let him go. He's too far away. |
| Nic: | Not for long... |
Pete quickly parks the car, and the lot of them rush out onto the street to catch up with the lone goth as he heads towards a building. | |
| Cleggy: | Look at him. He's headed for that small church. |
| Nic: | I think we can reach him before he gets there... |
A large queue can be seen trailing out of the church. It begins to be obvious that it's not what it appears to be. | |
| Guy: | That's no church! It's a night club! |
| Nic: | It's too big to be a night club. |
| Cleggy: | I have a very bad feeling about this. |
| Nic: | Yeah, I think you're right. Let's turn around. Pete, give me your car keys. |
They start to turn around, but there are too many people nearby. The crowd is pushing them towards the club. Faint traces of old Phil Collins can be heard coming from inside. | |
| Cleggy: | Why are we still moving towards it? |
| Nic: | We're caught in a crowd! It's pulling us in! |
| Cleggy: | But there's gotta be something you can do! |
| Nic: | There's nothin' I can do about it, kid. I'm shoving as hard as I can. We're going to have to go in. But they're not going to get me to dance without a fight! |
Guy puts a hand on his shoulder. | |
| Guy: | You can't fight. But there are alternatives to dancing. |
Fade out
Fade in to the VIP lounge in the Limelight. Simon Price sits at the bar sipping a neat vodka. His mobile phone rings.
| Voice: | (over the phone) We've found some goths wandering around downstairs. One of them matches the description of the goth girl who ran away from that radio station in Virginia. |
| Price: | They must be trying to return the stolen singles to Shawnee. She may yet be of some use to us. |
Cut to the main hallway of the Limelight. Price approaches a bouncer.
| Price: | Did you find any goths? |
| Bouncer: | There's no goths in here, sir. It may have been a rumour. Someone mistaking one of Dave's flyer team, maybe. |
| Price: | Send some guys around. I want every part of this club checked. |
| Bouncer: | Yes, sir. |
| Price: | (mumbling) I smell vanilla... something I haven't smelled since... |
Price turns quickly and exits the room. | |
| Bouncer: | Get me a bunch of Price's men here on the double. I want every part of this club checked! |
Dissolve to the women's toilet, the stalls slowly open to reveal Nic, Pete, Cleggy, Guy and Kara.
| Cleggy: | Boy, it's lucky we found the loo in time. |
| Nic: | It's a useful talent. Though, I never thought I'd be hiding myself in it. This is ridiculous. Even if we could get past the bouncers, I think I dropped Pete's car keys. |
| Guy: | Leave that to me! |
| Nic: | Damn goth. I knew that you were going to say that! |
| Guy: | Who's the more gothic...the goth or the goth who follows him? |
Nic shakes his head, muttering to himself. Pete agrees. | |
Cut to hallway outside the toilets. Two of Price's men are looking around checking out the crowd. One speaks to the other.
| Suit: | The toilets are all yours. If you find any goths, tell me immediately. All right, let's go. |
The Suit enters the female lavatory and a loud crashing sound is followed by a voice calling to the guard below. | |
| Nic's voice: | Hey down there, could you give me a hand in here? |
The Suit enters the toilet and a few muffled thuds and giggles are heard. | |
Cut back to toilet. The boys are tying up and gagging the Suits.
| Cleggy: | (locking the door) You know, between his giggling and your hitting everyone in sight, it's a wonder the whole club doesn't know we're here. |
| Nic: | Bring them on! I prefer a straight fight to all this sneaking around. |
Nic and Cleggy put on the Suits' suits. They lock the men in a stall while Kara searches around near the big mirror. | |
| Kara: | Hey, I found an ethernet outlet. |
| Nic: | In the women's toilet? That's odd. |
| Guy: | Plug in. You should be able to view the entire club intranet. |
Kara plugs the laptop into the computer socket and starts searching for useful information. After a few moments, she finds something. | |
| Kara: | I found an email from someone who says he found some car keys. (To Pete) By the description they sound like yours. I'll try to find the precise location of the Lost and Found. |
Kara types a bit and finally map appears on the laptop's monitor. | |
| Kara: | The Lost and Found is in the cloakroom in the main hallway. |
Guy studies the map on the monitor. | |
| Guy: | I don't think you can help. I must go alone. |
| Nic: | Whatever you say. I've done more than I bargained for on this trip already. |
| Cleggy: | I want to go with you. |
| Guy: | Be patient, Cleggy. Stay and watch over the laptop. |
| Cleggy: | But they can... |
| Guy: | The singles must be kept safe. Your destiny lies along a different path than mine. |
Guy adjusts the flask of vodka on his belt and silently steps out of the toilet, then disappears down a hallway. Pete locks the door and mumbles something to Nic who shakes his head in agreement. Nic looks at Cleggy. | |
| Nic: | Where did you dig up that freak? |
| Cleggy: | Hey. Guy is a great man. |
| Nic: | Yeah, great at getting us into trouble. |
| Cleggy: | I didn't hear you give any ideas... |
| Nic: | Well, anything would be better than just hiding in the little girl's room for him to pick us up... |
| Cleggy: | Who do you think... |
Suddenly the laptop begins to whistle and beep a blue streak. Cleggy goes over to it. | |
| Cleggy: | What is it? |
| Kara: | I'm afraid I'm not quite sure. I've managed to find a local email which mentions Shawnee. I think she's supposed to be at this club tonight. |
| Cleggy: | The UVA DJ? She's here? |
| Nic: | DJ? What's going on? |
| Kara: | In the VIP lounge. I'm afraid they're taking her to court. |
| Cleggy: | Oh, no! We've got to do something. |
| Nic: | What are you talking about? |
| Cleggy: | The laptop belongs to her. She's the one in the message. We've got to help her. |
| Nic: | Now, look, don't get any funny ideas. Java-G wants us to wait right here. |
| Cleggy: | But he didn't know she was here. Look, will you just find a way into the VIP lounge. |
| Nic: | I'm not going anywhere. |
| Cleggy: | They're going to sue her. Look, a few minutes ago you said you didn't want to just wait here to be found. Now all you want to do is stay. |
| Nic: | Marching into the VIP area is not what I had in mind. |
| Cleggy: | But they're going to sue her! |
| Nic: | Better her than me... |
| Cleggy: | She's cute. |
| Pete: | Hmmm?! |
| Nic: | Cute? |
| Cleggy: | Yes. Cute. Charming. Listen, if you were to rescue her, the reward would be... |
| Nic: | What? |
| Cleggy: | Well... Use your imagination. |
| Nic: | I don't know, I can imagine quite a bit! |
| Cleggy: | You'll get it! |
| Nic: | I better! |
| Cleggy: | You will... |
| Nic: | All right, kid. But you'd better be right about this. |
Nic looks at Pete, who gives him a knowing look. | |
| Cleggy: | All right. |
| Nic: | What's your plan? |
| Cleggy: | Uh...Kara, hand me that necktie there will you? |
Cleggy moves toward Pete with the striped tie. | |
| Cleggy: | Okay. Now, I'm going to put this on you. |
| Pete: | (moving away) OI! No! |
| Cleggy: | Okay.... Nic, you put this on him. |
Cleggy sheepishly hands the tie to Nic. | |
| Nic: | Don't worry, Pete. I think I know what he has in mind. |
Pete has a worried and frightened look on his face as Nic binds his neck with the burgundy and black tie | |
| Kara: | Um, Cleggy! ah...what should I do if I'm discovered here? |
| Cleggy: | Hide in a stall. |
| Nic: | (tossing Kara his mobile) Phone us and we'll think of something. |
| Kara: | That isn't very reassuring. |
Cleggy and Nic put on their smart jackets and head up the stairs of the club, passing a huge queue of women waiting outside the toilet. | |
Next scene: Nic, Pete, and Cleggy try to look inconspicuous in their suits as they approach the VIP lounge. Trendies, casuals, and a few alternative types wander around ignoring the trio. Only a few give the tall Quarrier a curious glance. A bloke in a suit guards the entrance to the VIP area. Nic whispers to Cleggy under his breath.
| Nic: | This is not going to work. |
| Cleggy: | Why didn't you say so before? |
| Nic: | I did say so before! |
| Suit: | Where are you taking this...thing? |
Pete mumbles a bit at the remark but Nic nudges him to shut up. | |
| Cleggy: | He's a pop star. Noel Gallager. |
Pete gives Cleggy an evil look. | |
| Suit: | Noel Gallager. I wasn't notified. I'll check the list. |
The suit looks at his clipboard and begins to shuffle through the papers. Cleggy and Nic survey the situation. Nic winks at Pete and shrugs to Cleggy. Suddenly Pete throws up his hands and lets out a shout. | |
| Pete: | Wa-hey! Izzat the DJ booth? Can't catch me! Weeeee! |
Pete runs past the startled bouncer onto the balcony | |
| Nic: | Look out! He's drunk! |
| Cleggy: | He's going to make a mess. |
| Nic: | Go get him! |
The bloke in the suit is momentarily dumbfounded, before he starts to chase after Pete. Nic takes his place at the doorway, while Cleggy heads off into the VIP lounge. A large bouncer from downstairs starts walks up halfway towards Nic. | |
| Nic: | (shouting down the stairs) Everything's under control. Situation normal. |
| Bouncer's voice: | What happened? |
| Nic: | (getting nervous) Uh...one of the guests was kinda drunk. But, uh, everything's perfectly all right now. We're fine. We're all fine up here, now, thank you. How are you? |
| Bouncer's voice: | I'm coming up. |
| Nic: | Uh, uh, no. The guest sort of threw up all over the place. Give me a few minutes to clean it up. Big mess...really gross. |
| Bouncer's voice: | Who is this? |
The bouncer starts to walk up the stairs as Nic tosses the clipboard down the stairs, tripping the bouncer, who falls into a heap at the bottom. | |
| Nic: | Boring conversation anyway. (yelling down the hall) Cleggy! We're going to have company! |
Scene cuts to the VIP lounge. Cleggy is scanning the tables for Shawnee. He finds her, alone at a table which is piled with many legal looking documents. Cleggy is stunned by her presence and stands staring at her with his mouth hanging open. She sits there reading the papers, but when she feels his eyes on her, she looks up to see him
| Shawnee: | Aren't you a little young for a corporate lawyer? |
Cleggy unbuttons the shirt exposing his Alien Sex Fiend T-shirt | |
| Cleggy: | What? Oh...the suit. I'm Andy Clegg. I'm here to rescue you. |
| Shawnee: | You're who? |
| Cleggy: | I'm here to rescue you. I've got your laptop. I'm here with Guy Hammond. |
| Shawnee: | Guy Hammond! Where is he? |
| Cleggy: | Come on! |
Fade out