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

Mike: What they hell's goin' on?

Micky: Huh?

(Peter just groans.)

Davy: I don't think I want to know...

(We open in Stella's bedroom. Peter lays in her bed, a small smile on his face. Stella rolls off her bed and walks over to her vanity, though we only see her naked body from behind, and then only the upper half of her back. She pulls a silky robe over her shoulders, goes to her vanity, and brushes her hair. She looks over her shoulder at the sleeping Peter with an evil smile on her face.)

*There's a knock at the door.*

Belavarg: *From behind the door* My dear, are you decent?

Stella: (Smirks) If you mean am I covered, yes.

Belavarg: *Opens the door and leans in* Damn. I'm too late.

Stella: Just a little bit.

Belavarg: How did you do with him?

Stella: Quite well. He's very good. No wonder his wife is pregnant.

Belavarg: *smirks* Excellent. I do hope we have as good luck getting the others.

Stella: I hope so. They all have such wonderful energy. It's really strange, not like normal human energy at all. (Nods at Peter) He's still an innocent at heart, that one. His energy was so radiant, so pure...

Belavarg: So perfect to lure in the others.

Stella: Look at me! (Shows him a delicate hand) I feel ten years younger. He has the purest energy of any being I've ever encountered.

Belavarg: *Takes her hand and kisses it* I can see that, my dear. You look absolutely radiant!

Stella: Thank you. How did you get him to come with you?

Belavarg: I promised him some help with his troubles. He didn't require much coaxing.

Stella: Another (smirks) recruit for Dark Star?

Belavarg: *Nods* Yes.

Stella: So, what did you have in mind to give him? I've already drained his energy and confused his mind a bit.

Belavarg: I've already started on him. I added a little something to his first iced tea. I just need to administer more shortly, and he'll be all set.

Stella: That's great! (She looks at Peter) He might be useful to us. If he lures in his friends and their wives, he could lure others in his profession as well.

(Peter's eyes begin to flutter open as Belavarg goes to his side, followed by Stella.)

Peter: (Groggily) Who...who are you?

Belavarg: Your new boss.

Peter: My...boss?

Belavarg: Yes.

*Belavarg chuckles as his demon form comes forth.*

Peter: (As he sits up) I take that back. WHAT are you? (He groans, holding his head in his hands) Oooh, my head. I feel terrible. So very, very tired...

Belavarg: You've been drained of most of your energy.

Peter: Drained? But...why...

Stella: To keep me young, silly!

Belavarg: Absolutely. We thrive on energy.

Peter: (Head in hands) I repeat my first question. WHAT are you?

Stella: I'm a witch.

Belavarg: And I am a demon.

Peter: What do you want with me?

Belavarg: You and your friends at our disposal.

Peter: My...friends?

Stella: (She goes to Peter and leans over him, stroking his hair) We need your expertise.

Peter: (Snorts) I'm not sure I really have any. I can't play music anymore, and no one seems to want me to teach, either.

Belavarg: However, what I sense from you, says that you have a great expertise.

Peter: Maybe your senses are off.

belavarg: My senses are never off.

Peter: What...else...do you sense about me?

Belavarg: You have a great power inside you.

Peter: I'm not so sure about that, either.

Belavarg: You seem to lack of confidence.

Peter: Considering the way things are going right now, that's not surprising.

Belavarg: You still have that great power inside of you. It's just been locked away.

Peter: How do I open it?

Belavarg: *Produces a vial* With this.

Peter: What is that?

Belavarg: A chemical I created that brings out one's hidden, and even not-so-hidden, powers.

Peter: I don't know. I've had chemicals like that before...

Belavarg: *Pours the vial into another glass of iced tea* Try it. *Holds out the glass to Peter*

Peter: (Sighs) All right. Here it goes. (He lifts the glass) Down the hatch. (He drinks it...and nearly chokes, doubling over and dropping the empty glass on the bed. When he stops coughing and looks up, there's a strange, dark look in his eyes. He smirks at Belavarg.)

Stella: (Looks at Belavarg) What did you do?

Belavarg: Finished the process of bringing him to our side.

Peter: I feel a lot stronger now. Thank you.

Belavarg: You're quite welcome.

Peter: Damn it! Damn that Knight! He tried to seal away my powers! All he did was confuse me. Why does he have to be so chivalrous?

Belavarg: *Smirks* Perhaps you'd like a little revenge on the Knight?

Peter: It'll be my pleasure. He was angry and scared because the powers Sheila gave me were greater than his.

Belavarg: If you bring the Knight to us, you will have all the revenge you wish.

Peter: Any idea of how to do that? The Knight is clever and strong...and he has those wolf senses of his. He can smell any kind of danger.

Belavarg: I will go with you. I have a knack for talking to people.

Peter: (Chuckles) So I've noticed. (Looks at his watch) Oh god! Is that the time? Is it really that late? My wife will be freaking out!

Belavarg: I'm afraid it is.

Peter: Valerie's going to kill me!

(Peter starts getting up from the bed, but Belavarg puts his clawed hand on his shoulder.)

Belavarg: Don't worry about your wife. She's aware you'll be late. Let’s take care of the Knight.

Peter: (Nods, narrowing his eyes) Right. Then I'll get my wife and son. I want them back.

Belavarg: Exactly.

Peter: Let's go. (He's about to jump out of the bed when he looks under the covers and blushes) But, um, could I have my clothes back first?

(Stella giggles.)

*Belavarg merely smirks, rolling his eyes.*

Peter: (As he reaches for his pants) I know where to get him, too. He'll probably be working on company business at the room we rent above the Club Caprice.

Belavarg: Then lets go meet him.

(Fade out on Peter as he rounds up the rest of his clothes...and on Belavarg's evil smile.)

(Fade in on the parking lot outside of the Club Caprice. Mike's heading for the MonkeeMobile. He carries a large folder under one arm.)

Peter: (He and Belavarg appear in a dark blue light) There he is, just like I thought he'd be. Probably on his way to lunch.

Belavarg: Would you like to try by yourself first? You can always signal me when needed.

Peter: Yes, please. It'll be less off-putting to Michael if it's just me.

(Peter approaches Mike as he pulls out the keys to the MonkeeMobile.)

Peter: Michael!

Mike: (Eyes widen) Pete? Is that you? Where have you been? Valerie's frantic! She's been lookin' all over for you! She felt like someone was corruptin' her soul, an' she was really, really tired.

Peter: *Sighs* I told her where I'd be. She's been forgetting a lot lately. *Pauses* I wanted to see if we could talk a bit, without an audience.

Mike: (Frowns) Well, all right. What do you wanna talk about? I'm sorry 'bout yesterday, if that's what you mean. I should have watched that damn mouth of mine.

Peter: That is part of it, but we do need to figure some things out, too.

Mike: Have you come up with an idea to get the company goin'? I sure could use one.

Peter: Not yet, but I thought if we just talked through some things, we’ll be able to figure something out.

Mike: Maybe. (Frowns) Pete, are you ok? You were really kinda upset yesterday.

Peter: I'm fine, Michael, now. I've had time to think, though what you said yesterday did bother me.

Mike: Well, I'm sorry about that, Pete. Why don't we go somewhere for lunch? (He nods at the MonkeeMobile) We could talk with Ursula. She's usually a pretty good help.

Peter: Well, yes, she does, but I really think this is something you and I need to work out.

Mike: (Sniffs) You know, Pete, there's somethin' funny 'bout you. I ain't smelled this on you in a long time. (Gets closer) It ain't a nice smell, either. Damn, it's familiar...

Peter: *Backs off* Michael, don't sniff me. You know that bothers me.

Mike: Pete, where have you been? Really. I smell that same smell I caught on you a couple of months ago. (Sniffs again) God, my nose is goin' CRAZY! There's somethin' wrong here!

Peter: Michael, your nose is paranoid.

Mike: Pete, my nose ain't steered me wrong yet. There's somethin' wrong with you. What is it that you want to work out with me?

Peter: Why do you and I have to argue over absolutely everything all the time?

Mike: Because you want to mess around and I want to get things done.

(Mike continues sniffing around Peter, his frown deepening.)

Peter: No, it's because neither of us is willing to compromise with the other. We need to work on changing that.

Mike: (Looks up) Yeah...if you're willin'. I still don't think you're really you right now. I ain't smellin' you. Not the you that I know.

Peter: If I wasn't me...wouldn't I have done something to you by now?

Mike: Not if you were tryin' to make me come with you. I've been through this lurin' bit before, remember?

Peter: Fine. We'll stay here.

Mike: (He pulls back towards the car) I'm not so sure I wanna stay anywhere with you. Pete, I smell danger.

(Mike reaches into his pocket for his communicator, but Peter grabs his hand.)

Mike: Pete, what are you doin'?

Peter: I wouldn't do that, Michael.

Mike: Pete, I know what I smell now. I smell the same whiff of evil on you that I did in the summer...when you attacked me. I don't know what the devils are up to, but I ain't gonna let you do it to me again.

(Mike takes Peter's arms.)

Mike: Pete, I want you to come with me. Val can help you. I ain't gonna let you attack me again.

*Belavarg appears right behind Mike.*

Mike: (Looks over his shoulder; eyes widen in shock) YOU! (He lets Peter go and turns to face Belavarg.) It's you. That demon who stole my sword and tried to zap the energy outta Mick. I don't know why, but you musta done this to Peter.

Peter: No, Michael. He just released my powers, which you sealed when we rejoined your sword.

Mike: (Turns to Peter) He released your EVIL powers! Pete, this ain't you!

Peter: You'd be surprised. (He looks up at the demon) Master, there's only one way we'll subdue him now.

Mike: (Pulls back) Oh no. You ain't doin' THAT... (But he bumps into Belavarg)

Belavarg: Am I intruding?

Mike: (Whirls around to Belavarg, not noticing Peter's hands reach for him) Yes. What did you do to Pete?

Peter: Hold onto him, Master! I'll calm him!

Mike: What? No!

(But Belavarg grabs his arms before he can run. Peter rubs his fingers across the back of Mike's neck, where the spine meets the neck. His eyes widen and become softer, and he whimpers. Peter continues to rub his neck. Mike whimpers like a puppy, then lets out a long sigh, his knees shaking.)

*Belavarg smirks, still holding onto Mike.*

Peter: That's the easiest way to calm his nerves. Micky told me about that. (He continues to stroke Mike's neck. Mike howls like a puppy, his eyes wide and soft.) It confuses him, brings out the wolf in him. (Chuckles as Mike nuzzles Belavarg's chest) And makes him very affectionate.

Belavarg: Excellent, Peter. You've done very well.

Peter: Thank you. Shall we bring him back to your studios?

Mike: (Whimpering) No...Pete, please...

Belavarg: Yes, let’s.

Mike: Pete...

(Peter ignores Mike's pleas. There's a dark blue light around all three. When it subsides, Mike's folder sits on Ursula's front seat in the otherwise empty parking lot as we fade out.)