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Cut to a private back room at the Limelight. Simon Price paces the room as the publisher of Melody Maker sits at a table at the far end of the room.
| Price: | He is here... |
| Publisher: | Java-G Hammond! What makes you think so? |
| Price: | The smell of vanilla. The last time I smelled it was in the presence of goths. |
| Publisher: | Surely he must have a real job by now. |
| Price: | Don't underestimate the stubbornness of goths. |
| Publisher: | Goths are extinct, their music has gone out of fashion. You, my friend, are all that's left of their subculture. |
The publisher's mobile phone starts to ring | |
| Publisher: | Yes. |
| Voice: | We have a problem. Shawnee is no longer in the VIP lounge. |
| Publisher: | What! Tell all the bouncers! |
| Price: | Java-G is here. Some goths are with him. |
| Publisher: | If you're right, he must not be allowed to escape. |
| Price: | Escape is not his plan. I must face him alone. |
Cut to balcony. Pete, Nic, Cleggy and Shawnee have managed to meet up on the balcony, overlooking the main dance floor. A few large bouncers slowly approach from the other end of the balcony, forcing the patrons out of their way as they do so.
| Nic: | (backing into a corner) Can't get out that way. |
| Shawnee: | Looks like you managed to lose our only escape route. |
| Nic: | (sarcastically) Maybe you'd like it back in the lounge, Your Highness. |
Cleggy takes out his mobile and makes a phone call as the rest throw empty cheap plastic pint glasses at the bouncers. | |
| Cleggy: | Kara! Kara! |
| Kara's Voice: | (over the phone) Yea, Hi. |
| Cleggy: | We've been cut off! Are there any other ways off the top balcony? ...What was that? I didn't hear you! |
Cut to women's toilet. Kara paces back and forth as she looks at the map on the laptop. Kara yells into the small phone.
| Kara: | I said, the main staircase seems to be the only way in or out; there's no other map information on the local site. |
Someone begins banging on the door | |
| Voice: | Open up in there! |
| Kara: | Oh, no! |
Cut back to the balcony.
| Cleggy: | There isn't any other way out. |
| Nic: | I can't hold them off forever! Now what? |
| Shawnee: | This is some rescue. When you came in here, didn't you have a plan for getting out? |
| Nic: | (pointing to Cleggy) He's the brains, sweetheart. |
Cleggy manages a sheepish grin and shrugs his shoulders. Shawnee grabs a chair and smashes off the grill to an air vent next to Nic, almost hitting him. | |
| Nic: | What the hell are you doing? |
| Shawnee: | Somebody has to save our skins. Into the air duct, goth-boy. |
She jumps through the narrow opening as Nic and Pete look on in amazement | |
| Pete: | Um... Errr... |
| Nic: | Get in there you big scruffy oaf! I don't care what you think! |
Nic gives him a kick and the Quarrier disappears into the tiny opening. Cleggy and Nic start throwing plastic pint glasses as they work their way toward the opening. | |
| Nic: | Wonderful girl! Either I'm going to kill her or I'm beginning to like her. Get in there! |
Cleggy jumps into the darkness. Nic throws one more glass then dives into the duct himself and is gone. | |
Next scene: the crypt. Nic tumbles into a large dark room crowded with casuals. Personal Jesus is blaring over the speakers. Cleggy is already downing a half-empty pint he found.
| Nic: | (sarcastically) Oh! The air duct was a really wonderful idea. What incredible music they're playing! Let's get out of here. I hate Depeche Mode! |
| Cleggy: | No! wait! |
Nic picks up an empty cup and throws it at the DJ booth. He misses and it bounces back at them. They all duck as the cup flies by. | |
| Shawnee: | Relax! You're going to get us all caught. |
| Nic: | Absolutely, Your Worship. Look, I had everything under control until you led us down here. You know, it's not going to take them long to figure out what happened to us. |
| Shawnee: | It could be worse... |
A loud, slurred, squeaky female voice is suddenly heard over the crowd | |
| Voice: | Hey, you in the black. Yer cute. |
Pete lets out a wimper and begins to back away. Cleggy downs the rest of his drink in one. Nic stands his ground and looks around warily. | |
| Nic: | It's worse. |
| Cleggy: | There's something odd in here! |
| Nic: | That's your imagination. |
| Cleggy: | Something just groped my leg! Look! Did you see that? |
| Nic: | What? |
| Cleggy: | Help! |
Suddenly Cleggy is yanked into the mass of dancing people. | |
| Nic: | Cleggy! Cleggy! Cleggy! |
Nic tries to get to Cleggy. Cleggy emerges from the dance floor, gasping for air. A blond girl dressed entirely in inappropriately tight fluorescent colours is wrapped around him. | |
| Shawnee: | Cleggy! |
Shawnee holds out a rubber spider toward him. | |
| Shawnee: | Cleggy, Cleggy, grab a hold of this. |
Cleggy tries, but he can't reach the spider. | |
| Cleggy: | Throw it, will you! I can't reach it! |
| Nic: | Where? |
| Cleggy: | Anywhere! Oh!! |
Shawnee throws the spider towards Cleggy as he is pulled back onto the dance floor. | |
| Nic: | Cleggy! Cleggy! |
Suddenly a high pitched squeal is heard as a fashion victim runs out the other side of the crowd. Cleggy suddenly stumbles off the dance floor, panting and gasping for air. | |
| Shawnee: | There he is! |
Cleggy grabs the nearest unattended drink and takes a huge swig from it. | |
| Cleggy: | (wiping his mouth with his sleeve) Well, let's get moving! |
Pete begins mumbling and heads to the bar. | |
| Nic: | (to Pete) Where are you going? Come here, you big lush! |
| Pete: | No! |
| Nic: | Pete! Come here. |
| Shawnee: | (to Nic) Listen. I don't know who you are, or where you came from, but from now on, you do as I tell you. Okay? |
Nic is stunned at the presence in the command of the young goth. | |
| Nic: | Look, Your Worshipfulness, let's get one thing straight! I take orders from one person! Me! |
| Shawnee: | It's a wonder you're still alive. |
Nic watches her start away. He turns to Cleggy. | |
| Nic: | No hairspray is worth this. |
They follow her, pushing their way through the crowded dance floor. | |