(We open in Micky and Lauren's bathroom. Mike is asleep in the bathtub, his head resting on a plastic pillow, one foot hanging over the side. He's tossing and turning, mumbling in his sleep. The screen becomes wavy. We fade out on the restless Mike and fade in on the stage of the Royale Theater. Mike stumbles on stage, trying to feel his way around in the dim light.)
Mike: Damn it! Where am I? (Throws his arms out in front of him) Would someone turn on a blasted light?
*A single light suddenly turns on and shines down from the catwalks.*
Mike: (Looks around) Hey, I think I know this place...
Micky's Voice: It does look familiar, doesn't it, Mike?
Mike: Micky? (Turns around) Where are you?
Micky's Voice: In front...or is it in back of you? *laughs* I'm easily confused.
Mike: (Scratches his head) Tell me about it. What am I doin' here?
Micky: *appears in front of Mike* What are any of us doing here?
Mike: (Frowns) What are YOU doin' here?
Micky: I thought we were trying to figure out what YOU'RE doing here?
Mike: Mick, cut it out! What's WITH you? Have you been hangin' out at Laurel Canyon again? Lauren will kill you!
Micky: *grins* She won't even know. *moves closer to Mike; conspiratorialy* Emma's here.
Mike: (Eyes widen) What? Where? I have to find her! She's hurtin' bad!
Micky: She's here, but *shrugs* you can't leave the stage.
Mike: Like hell I can't! Where IS she? (He grabs Micky by the lapels) Tell me!
Micky: *grins* I TOLD you! You can't leave the stage. She's not on stage.
Mike: (Shakes Micky) Then where IS she?
Micky: On the stage...or not...
Mike: Where? Micky, come on! You know I'm worried!
*The sound of hand clapping becomes evident as Alex walks on stage.*
Mike: (Lets Micky go and turns to Alex) But...but...Micky took you out!
Alex: *smirks* I wasn't ready to leave yet. *walks up next to Micky and helps him smooth out his shirt* Look at this, you rumpled him all up!
Mike: I'm gonna do a lot more than that to him if he doesn't tell me where my wife is!
Alex: How can he tell you if he doesn't know where she is?
Micky: I told you all I know. She's here, but she isn't on the stage.
Mike: (Turns to Alex) Where is she? I have to find her! She's gonna have our baby soon!
Alex: You don't think I know that? Sheesh, why do you think we nabbed her in the first place?
Mike: Where is she?
Micky: He's no fun like this.
Alex: You're right. Well... *looks to Micky* there appears to be two of us... *turns to Mike* and one of you.
Mike: (Pulls back) Don't you EVEN think of playin' around with me now. I've gotta find Em!
Micky: Mike, what part of "you can't leave the stage" don't you understand?
Mike: (Clenches his fist) The part that won't let me find my wife, who could give birth any minute!
Alex: *smirks* I think he should try to leave the stage. You? *glances at Micky*
Micky: *nods* Yeah, I think he should try it.
Mike: Like hell I will. (He concentrates...but nothing happens) Wha...what's wrong? (He tries again, with the same result) Damn it! (He walks towards the edge of the stage...and smacks into something invisible) Ow! (He rubs his nose) That hurt! (He feels his way around the unseen barrier) What in the... (He finally returns to the two Mickys) What did you do to me? I have to find Em!
Micky: We TOLD you!
Alex: Invisible wall. *smirks* You're trapped, White Knight.
Mike: Let me go! I have to get to her!
Micky: Mike, I think you need to calm down. *starts toward Mike*
Mike: Oh, no. No way. (He starts to pull back towards the wings)
*Alex appears behind Mike. Mike backs into him.*
Micky: You're surrounded, Mike.
Alex: *wraps his arms around Mike* Gotcha!
Mike: No! (He struggles fiercely in Alex's arms) Alex, let me go to Em! She's really hurtin'. I can help her!
Alex: I would if I cared, but I don't. *pauses* Micky, would you like the first opportunity?
Micky: *grins* I was hoping you'd let me go first!
Mike: Micky, what's gotten into you? You haven't acted like this since the first time Sheila had you!
Micky: Let’s just call it the new me, shall we? *stops right in front of Mike* I can see fear in your eyes, Mike. You're worried because you can't control this situation. You don't know what we...I'm gonna do.
Mike: Micky, please. You're not like this - like them. Like him. Don't do this.
Micky: *rolls his eyes* Please. I can do whatever I want. *suddenly punches Mike in the gut* How was that, Mike? Did you like that?
Mike: (Doubles over) M...Mick...don't...
Alex: *holds Mike upright* I don't think he's afraid enough of you yet, brother.
Micky: *shakes his head* I don't think so, either. Let’s see...
Mike: Micky, don't listen to him!
Micky: What? *aims a kick to Mike's crotch*
*Alex hefts Mike to keep him somewhat upright.*
Mike: (Screams, but then adds) Mick, you're my friend. We've been friends for years. Why do this now?
Micky: *shrugs* Why not? *slaps Mike HARD across his face*
Alex: *to Mike* Micky's no longer your friend. He's MY brother.
Mike: (Winces at the slap, then) Like HELL he is. (Turns to Micky) Mick...
*Micky slaps Mike again, just as hard.*
Mike: Micky, come on! How could you let him do this? I thought you killed him!
Alex: Micky isn't letting me do anything. I'm just assisting.
Mike: Micky, all I want is to see my wife. That's all I ask.
Micky: Can't help you, there, Mike.
*Micky slaps Mike twice, then punches him in the gut again.*
Mike: (Gasps) Micky...don't...
Micky: *grabs the front of Mike's shirt* Don't what? Come on, Mike, let me hear you beg!
Mike: Won't beg...
Micky: I wanna hear it! *knees Mike hard in the crotch this time*
Mike: Mick...stop...won't beg...
*Alex lets go of Mike, letting him slump to the floor. He steps away and folds his arms, merely watching. Micky steps up to Mike, his feet near Mike's head. He picks up one foot and settles it on the side of Mike's head.*
Mike: M...Mick...please...Em...Lauren...what about Lauren...an' Em...
*Micky takes his foot away from Mike's head and gives him a swift kick to his chest.*
(Mike's breath comes out in one large whoosh. He collapses on the ground, heaving and sobbing.)
Mike: Em...you gotta let me get to her...turn me into a wolf, anythin', don' care, 'long as I can get to her...
Micky: No.
*Alex smirks, proud of what he's seeing.*
Mike: Micky, PLEASE!
Micky: No.
*Micky pelts Mike with several kicks to his chest and stomach.*
(Mike winds up on the ground, barely moving, heaving and sobbing.)
Mike: Mick...why...
Alex: *kneels down by Mike's head--the screen starts becoming wavy* Mike...we're going to look for Emma...
*We fade out on the stage and fade back into the bathroom where Mike continues to toss and turn in the tub.*
Micky: *kneels at the side of the tub, shaking Mike's shoulder* Mike, wake up! We're going to look for Emma! Wake up, man!
Mike: Wha... (Mike shoots up...and his foot accidentally hits the cold water faucet as he does so) Yiiii!
Micky: *backs off instinctively* Mike! Be careful! *quickly reaches for the faucet and turns it off* Man, Mike...
Mike: (Puts his head in his hand) My god, what a nightmare! (Looks at Micky; tries to pull back in the tub, but only slips and slides further) Don't touch me! I'm sore enough as it is!
Micky: Huh? I was only shaking your arm... *frowns; he's still weary from HIS nightmare* Mike, I just wanna help you out of the tub, that's all!
Mike: I had the WORST dream last night. (Lets Micky help him out of the tub) You an' Alex, that clone Sheila made, were there, and you were beatin' the shit outta me. You told me Em was in the theater, but you wouldn't let me leave the stage.
Micky: Well... I think I had one just as bad. *pauses* Me and Alex? I killed Alex. Why would I do those things to you?
Mike: I don't know. I guess I still have some shit I haven't worked out from the time Sheila had her hands on you and you had ME.
Micky: *frowns* I'm sorry, Mike. Ummm, I really think I need to tell you about MY nightmare, though. Bad timing and everything, but...
Mike: (Sighs) Go ahead, Mick.
Micky: We've gotta find Davy. I think Sheila might've just seduced him.
Mike: (Growls) Shit. And he's never...done that...before. As far as I know, anyway. (Looks at Micky) Mick...
Micky: *gives Mike a wary look* Yeah, Mike?
Mike: Dave hasn't gotten Daph that far yet, has he?
*Micky shakes his head, slowly.*
Micky: That's why I came to wake you up. Lauren & I thought it best to not wait any longer. :P
Mike: All right. I'm glad you did. I don't think I could have put up with that nightmare much longer. (He looks at Micky) Let's go save your best friend and my wife.
Micky: *nods* And hopefully give BOTH of us some better dreams.
*We fade out on the guys leaving the bathroom to prepare for the rescue mission.*