Everyone ready to find out what this guy wants?

Mike: What do you mean?

Peter: If he hurts Michael...

Micky: I don't like this at all.

Davy: Me either, mates.

(We open right back where we started, with the other Monkees listening in on the other side of the door.)

Peter: I don't like this. There's something seriously wrong here. The bad vibes are off the charts. He seems friendly enough, but there's just something about him...

Micky: Well, if he is truly bad news, we'll find out soon enough.

Peter: (Sighs) Right. (The boys lean back against their glasses as the camera pans back around to Belavarg and Mike. Mike is still fidgeting in his chair.)

Mike: Sir, you're makin' a real interestin' offer, but I've really gotta take it up with the other members of the company first...

Belavarg: In time. How about some coffee?

Mike: Yeah. I'd like that.

Peter: (Mutters on the other side) Is he crazy? He doesn't know this man, and he's going to accept coffee from him?

Micky: Have you ever heard Mike turn away coffee?

Mike: (The camera pans back to him and Belavarg; he sips the coffee Bela hands him) This is real good. You buy one of those fancy gourmet brews? (Sips it more; his eyes get a bit dull) Good brew. Nice. Tastes sort of...sweet... (He smiles) Good stuff... (Holds out his coffee cup) Want more.

Belavarg: Certainly, Mr. Nesmith! *takes the cup to get more*

Mike: (Takes the cup) Thanks. (He gulps it faster this time) I really like it. I like it a lot. (His eyes are getting more and more dull; they're just pools of blackness now) I think it's great.

Mike: So...what did you wanna ask me about again? (He rubs his head) I forget.

Belavarg: I simply wanted to ask for your signature on this contract.

Mike: Uh, yeah. This here contract... (He picks it up...and leans against his chair) I feel dizzy...

*Belavarg walks around and holds Mike's shoulders, keeping him upright and unmoving.*

Mike: Wha...huh? What are you doin'?

Belavarg: You said you felt dizzy. I didn't want you to fall off the chair.

Mike: Uh, thanks. (He tries to shake his head to clear it) Man, I'm feelin' weird. (He looks up at Belavarg; his eyes are totally blank) I'm willing to listen. I'll hear anything you say.

Belavarg: *As he begins to rub Mike's shoulder* Just sign that nice little contract in front of you. *occasionally touches a certain spot of Mike's neck*

Mike: (Whimpers) Ooohhhh.... (Howls; then) I...I will. I'll sign the contract. I'll do what you say. Give me the pen.

Peter: (The camera pans back to the Monkees, who all stare at each other in shock) Did Mike just howl?

Davy: Sure sounded like it.

Peter: We have to get in there. Micky, how angry are you?

Micky: *Eyes narrow* What've you got in mind, Pete?

Peter: For you to break down the door. (Smiles) Or maybe you could imagine it open...

*Micky doesn't answer. He moves as far back as he can and slams into the door, taking it rather neatly off its hinges.*

Peter: That worked. (The trio charge in...just in time to see Mike sign his name to the contract. Mike closes his eyes when he finishes. Belavarg is still rubbing his neck.)

Peter: Get your hands off his head!

Belavarg: You're too late, boys.

Micky: *Growls* I'll give you too late!

Peter: Michael, take it back! Get rid of it!

Mike: (Shakes his head) Huh? Wha...what's goin' on? (Looks over his shoulder) Guys?

Peter: Michael, we're getting out of here. I knew this was a bad idea. (He frowns) There's something about this man that I don't trust.

Belavarg: Unfortunately, the contract is legally binding. Mr. Nesmith cannot break it. If he does, you'll be seeing my lawyers.

Mike: I signed the contract. (He looks at the paper, then at Belavarg) I signed it for Mr. Lensher.

Peter: (Narrows his eyes) If anything has happened to Mr. Nesmith or Magnetic South Media, you'll be hearing from OUR lawyers, including my wife's.

Belavarg: I assure you there is nothing wrong with Mr. Nesmith.

Mike: Ain't nothin' wrong wit' me... (But his head falls to the side even as he says these words, and his eyes close)

Peter: (He goes to Mike's arm) Micky, help me get him to his feet. (He looks up at Belavarg) Rest assured, sir, this isn't over. We'll figure out a way to get out of this contract.

*Micky takes up the opposite side of Mike.*

Belavarg: That's quite unfortunate.

Peter: What do you want with us, anyway?

Belavarg: I'm not allowed to contract talent?

Peter: Let me read that contract. I've been taken in by enough people with contracts that literally stole your soul.

Belavarg: *Hands over the contract* Be my guest.

Peter: (Reads it) This all seems normal... (squints) Hmm. What's this part on the bottom in the small print? (Reads a bit further...)

Belavarg: *Takes the contract away* Standard legalese.

Peter: (Frowns again, but then) Well, it all seems legal. (Turns to Micky and Davy) Let's get Michael home. He seems a bit woozy. I guess he's excited.

Micky: Let’s get out of here.

Peter: Right. (They help Mike out the door. Cut to the MonkeeMobile. Peter and Micky help Mike into the second set of seats.)

Peter: Micky, you drive. We need to get to the Caves and talk about this. Something bad happened back there. Mr. Lensher's aura is dark. Very dark. Evil-dark. (Narrows his eyes) Demon-dark. Not like the devils, but there's only one other creature I've seen with an aura like that...

Micky: *Nods* I'm on it.

Ursula: (As Peter gets in next to Micky and Davy jumps in next to the groaning Mike) Boys, what happened? What's wrong with Mike? He looks pale and dazed.

Peter: He was drugged...and calmed. We'll explain on the way.

(Micky peels out in the MonkeeMobile. Cut from the back of the bright red GTO to Belavarg's office. He smirks and picks up the phone.)

Belavarg: Midge, I'll be taking off the rest of the day at home. I just made a big energy score, not to mention finding some old enemies of mine while I was at it.

(He puts down the phone and steeples his fingers again...as his face seems to contract into the familiar face of the demon Belavarg.)

(Fade out on Belavarg's evil laughter. Fade in on the familiar front shot of the castle from "Monstrous Monkee Mash" and "Monkee See, Monkee Die." The camera then cuts to a huge old room that looks a bit like the set of Sheila's room from the Arizona Complex...but the red and black decorations have been replaced by green, blue, and purple velvet. The furniture is heavy old European antiques, including a massive mirror. A young woman lays on the bed, just lounging in a green silk robe that covers just enough of her to keep the ratings down. She has long, lustrous black hair and almond-shaped violet eyes. She looks over her shoulder and smirks at the young man who is tied to an ornate chair. He has long blond hair and is naked from the waist up...and frightened out of his wits.)

Midge: (Looks over her shoulder at the man; light Eastern European accent, maybe Romanian or Hungarian) Now, what we do to you? I have many potions, many spells. Perhaps I use family book, that was passed down over six centuries. Or I wait for my lover. (Sighs) So MANY choices!

(The young man wriggles and tries to scream, but his mouth is taped shut.)

*Belavarg enters, smirking. He pats the young man’s head.*

Midge: Hello, darling. How was work? The rest of your day, that is. (Sighs) Before you got that energy you were talking about...

Belavarg: I met with Miss Staffer and we came to an agreement. She is now on-board.

Midge: Wonderful! I knew she'd go along with it. She is hungry for money, I have heard.

Belavarg: Extremely.

Midge: This is good, no? She will be willing partner and do what we say.

(The young man whimpers as Belavarg goes over to a table filled with chemicals and what looks like a pile of very dusty old books.)

Midge: (Nods at him) That is one of my pets from Romania. He is one of the prettier ones. Good energy. (Smirks) As good as energy you got tonight?

Belavarg: I believe so, yes.

Midge: Who are these enemies of your that give you such energy? (She goes to the young man and sits in his lap as Belavarg watches. She presses her lips against his before he can protest. We see a strange greenish light around them as she runs her hands over him, stroking his crotch area and chest. He gasps...and then goes limp, seemingly turning a very strange shade of green. His body seems to wrinkle even as she kisses him, and his hair goes limp and falls out in clumps.)

(Belavarg turns around with a potion and watches, smirking.)

Midge: (She stands and returns to the bed) He no bad. A very pretty one. You may use him now.

*Belavarg gives the man the potion.*

(The man chokes and coughs, sputtering. His head knocks back. There's a poof of green smoke around him as we see his body seem to wrinkle and dry out before us. When the smoke is gone, we see one of the green, dried-out zombie-creatures. She removes the tape around his wrists and ankles.)

Midge: Be good boy, and go fetch us lunch. (He does so. She turns to Belavarg) Your potions are getting better. (She sighs) He had phenomenal energy! (Leans against him) Now, you say you have more energy for your little Midgie?

Belavarg: Indeed I do. The young men I told you of that have been a constant thorn in my side lately. I am working on one of them currently.

Midge: You'll do that for me?

Belavarg: Of course.

(Midge sighs and leans against Belavarg as we fade out on the two.)