Everyone ready to find out what the devils and demons are up to?

Mike: No.

Peter: If we want to save everyone at the club...

Micky: I am!

Davy: Me, too.

(We open a bit later. Peter, Micky, and Lauren walk over to the main club building. This time, they're joined by Mike and Emma.)

Peter: Thanks for coming over, guys.

Mike: Why are we here again?

Peter: We believe the Devils and the Demons may be banding together to set a trap for us.

Mike: Here? A country club?

Emma: What better place to gather souls...and energy? There's tons of energy from sporty people playing games, and lots of disaffected rich souls roaming around.

Micky: Exactly. It's practically a buffet for them!

Mike: (Mutters) Yeah, and these people are just like them. Buncha rich snots.

Emma: Mike, that's not entirely true. There's some very nice people here, too.

Mike: Please, Em. All we ever see here are snotty idiots.

Micky: There's a few good ones around...

(They arrive at the restaurant. Davy and Daphne are dancing and singing to "Cuddly Toy" as they enter.)

Peter: I wonder if Al's still here? He was really helpful.

Mike: Al?

Peter: The manager and head chef of this restaurant. He was a great source of information before, and really nice.

Micky: And really run down.

Peter: (As they sit down at a table) Stella's already started to pick and choose from the kitchen staff, and he's short-handed.

Mike: Poor guy. I wouldn't wish Stella on a cockroach.

Micky: No kidding.

Lauren: *Glances around the busier dining room* At least there seems to be some waiters and waitresses now.

Mike: The dinner shift must have arrived.

(Davy and Daphne finish the song on the stage, then bow for the applauding crowd and hurry into the kitchen. They're replaced by a pianist playing instrumental jazz songs.)

Micky: *chuckles* Boy, look at them run!

Mike: I guess they're on duty now. I hope they've learned somethin' good.

Emma: They must have heard something by now, especially if people have been disappearing.

*Davy comes back out of the kitchen, headed for his friends. He smiles when he reaches the table.*

Davy: Hey, mates. Feeding Micky again?

Micky: Hey...

Mike: If they want to eat, that's on them. Em n' I ate already. I'm just havin' coffee and a Danish.

Emma: I'll have iced tea and a cranberry-orange muffin.

Peter: More of that organic lemonade?

Lauren: Iced tea, lemon, no sugar.

Micky: I'll have the roast turkey sandwich. Could I get the stuffing ON the sandwich?

Davy: I'm sure they can do that, Mick.

Emma: No sugar in my iced tea, either.

Mike: So...heard anythin' interestin'? Any gossip?

Peter: More specifically, have you heard anything about the Devils and the Demons? They seem to be banding together on this one. The manager said there were people disappearing from the kitchen.

Davy: *Nods, finishing jotting down the orders* Yeah, Al did mention that. I've noticed a handful of people missing. It's starting to getting really scarce back there. Al's helping out the cooks right now.

Mike: You think the missing people might have been victims of the demons or the devils or both?

Davy: It's likely. There's just too many people suddenly gone to be coincidence.

Mike: Sounds like they're slipping up again.

Emma: I wonder where they're taking all those missing people? We're not near Belavarg's mansion or Sheila's penthouse, and we're definitely nowhere close to Arizona.

Davy: I don't know.

Mike: We're gonna need to find out, so we can figure out what to do next and if we can rescue those missing people.

Emma: Or if the cops need to be called.

Peter: Maybe we could ask around and see if anyone else has noticed anything unusual. Play some games, do some activities indoors.

Davy: Daph and I will keep our eyes peeled.

Mike: I'd be careful back there, if I were you. If they're targeting the kitchen, they might try somethin' on you two.

Davy: We'll be careful.

Emma: (Nods) You'd better go back to the kitchen, before someone gets suspicious.

Davy: I’ll be back with your food and drinks shortly. *Heads back to the kitchen*

(The camera follows Davy to the kitchen. Daphne comes in on his heels with another order. Al bustles around the stove, working on meats. Two young men chop vegetables. Another washes dishes. A third pulls two cake pans out of a second oven.)

Davy: (Goes to Al) Here you go, mate. Nothin' big. Me pals ain't really hungry, except for Micky, who is ALWAYS hungry. He'll probably be one of your best customers.

Al: *Sees Micky's order and shakes his head* And the one that'll drive me nuts. Why does he want stuffing on the sandwich? It's bread on bread!

Davy: Mate, I've been best friends with him for over almost a decade now, and I STILL don't entirely understand how he thinks.

Al: I won't even try. *Sighs* As much as this pains me, this is what he wants. *Works on the sandwich* How does the rest of the house look?

Davy: Not bad. It's still kind of early for the dinner crowd. Just a few older couples.

Al: I'm just worried that we won't have enough help to take care of everyone in a timely manner. We'll be fine as long as it doesn't get too busy.

Davy: I wonder what made all of those people disappear like that? They didn't even call out!

Al: That's the most baffling part.

Davy: Al, did you ever hear of some place where people go who are special? You know, VIP passengers and all that. Somewhere that's not opened to regular blokes like you and me. Where do the really high rollers go?

Al: *Pauses, thinking...and considering* I did a catering job. There is somewhere they go to hang out. Part of the deal, though, was that I'm not supposed to tell anyone.

Davy: You can tell me, Al. I won't pass it around.

Al: There's a small complex underneath the main building. Everything's there. It's like a mini version of the club's buildings.

Davy: Ahh. So that's where the owner and his cronies hang out...and anyone they want to invite?

Al: Apparently.

Davy: I guess they wouldn't be invitin' ordinary kitchen workers down there.

Al: Especially when I sorta overheard two of them arguing over whether to let me down there.

Davy: Who did you see down there anyway, besides your boss?

Al: Lots of ritzy-looking people. Men, women, even younger people, probably around your age. Every single one of whom gave me looks that probably should've turned to stone.

Davy: Ouch.

Al: *Slight smirk* Did I forget to mention I was wearing a Hawaiian shirt when I went?

Davy: Maybe you blinded them.

Al: *Shrugs* I like the shirts, what can I say.

Davy: Al, do you mind if I take a quick break? I need to use the bathroom.

Al: *Shakes his head* No, go ahead. I'll be here, cooking and despising your friend for doing this to me.

Davy: Don't mind Micky. He just likes to make life hard for those who cook for him.

Al: My sympathies to his wife, then.

Davy: I'll tell her that.

(Davy goes over to Daphne, who gives orders to the guys chopping vegetables.)

Davy: Luv, could you bring the others their drinks? I think I may be onto something.

Daphne: Sure! What're you onto?

Davy: I finally found out where Belavarg and the others might be keepin' those missin' people.

Daphne: Really?

Davy: (Nods) You've got to tell the others. They have some sort of underground suite for the VIPs.

Daphne: Underground? Wow. Do you know where?

Davy: I heard it was under the main building. I'm going to go see if I can get down there.

Daphne: *Kisses his cheek* Good luck getting in there.

Davy: (Grins) Thanks, luv. (He peers out, then pulls back in, grinning) Well, I do believe I see Alex and Zelda. Looks like they're talking with a couple of bus boys.

Daphne: You're kidding? *Shakes her head* Sounds like we may end up bussing, too.

Davy: I'm going to follow them. Imagine myself to where they go.

Daphne: *Nods* Okay. I'll let the others know when I go out.

Davy: Right, luv. I'll call you when I get there.

(Davy makes his way out of the kitchen. He follows Alex, Zelda, and the bus boys back out to the paths around the main buildings...but ducks into the men's locker room building instead. He concentrates. There's a blue light. When it subsides, he's standing at the bottom of a series of gray stone steps, in front of a plain gray metal door.)

Davy: This must be it. (He opens the door and peers in...and his eyes widen. Belavarg has one of the bus boys strapped to a chair. Stella runs one of her boas over his feet. Zelda duct-tapes his mouth shut. Alex prepares something in a needle.)

Davy: My god! What are they doing? (He tip-toes in, closing the door very softly. He jumps between two bookcases, watching them.)

Stella: Oooh, this one's fun!

Zelda: Kinda cute, too.

Stella: (As the young man moans) I think he's ready now.

Davy: (Growls) No! I can't let them do this! (He pulls his communicator out of his pocket. He fumbles with it for a few minutes...and drops it. He snatches it back and opens it quickly.) Daph! Daphne!

Stella: (Looks up) What was that? Did something fall?

Alex: *Glances behind him* I know I heard something. *Heads over into the general direction of Davy's hiding spot*

Davy: Shit! Daph, I think they're onto me. I'm gonna try imaginin' outta here... (But before he can, a hand takes hold of his...and his communicator)

Alex: Not so fast, Lord. *Smirks and brings his other hand down, revealing he'd picked up a candlestick holder. He hits the side of Davy's head with it, knocking him out* Sorry about that, mate.

Stella: What in the... (She and Zelda join Alex) Hey, it's one of those Guardian boys!

Alex: *Patronizingly* Very good, Stella! I'm afraid I'm all out of prizes, though.

*Zelda chuckles.*

Stella: (Makes a face) I'm not a two-year-old, you know. (She yanks Davy by the hair) What are we going to do with him?

Alex: Shall we take him to the sauna?

Stella: (Smirks) That should keep him out of our hair until we can round up the others.

Belavarg: An excellent idea.

Stella: (Hands Belavarg Davy's communicator) And we'll need to get rid of this. He was trying to call the others on it. That would be giving up the game too soon. We still have the tournament coming.

(Davy groans as Belavarg sweeps him easily into his arms.)

Stella: Don't harm him TOO badly. He's cute. I wouldn't mind keeping him for personal use.

Belavarg: There will be no harm done.

Stella: Good. (She goes back to the bus boy) We can give this one back to the kitchen unharmed. He was just bait. Not bad, though.

(Alex concentrates. There's a black light around the bus boy. When it subsides, he's gone.)

Stella: And all the others went back before we came down here. They weren't really very interesting.

Zelda: I'm thinking we've pretty much sucked the kitchen dry.

Alex: Damn. I was really enjoying snitching food, too.

Stella: (Brightens) That tournament's coming up in a couple of days, though. There will be PLENTY of people that are just filled with energy in the locker rooms and the upstairs spas!

Stella: (Takes Alex's arm) Let's go upstairs and see who's signing up for the tournament!

Alex: *smirks* Gladly.

*Zelda folds her arms and raises an eyebrow, not happy with Stella latching onto Alex.*

(Zelda grabs his other arm. We fade out with the trio going out the door and up the stairs...and Belavarg carrying the unconscious Davy through a door and into another room...)