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.


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