INT. POLICE STATION-NIGHT
DARYLL is leading a handcuffed man through the main processing area of the Police Station.
MAN: You can't keep me here. I know my rights.
DARYLL: (annoyed) That's good to know. So do I.
MAN: When do I get my phone call?
Daryll approaches a uniformed Officer.
DARYLL: Hey. Can you take him down to the lock up.
OFFICER: Sure thing. You headed out for the night Detective Morris?
DARYLL: Hopefully. As soon as I finish the paperwork on this guy.
AS the officer leads the handcuffed man away---
OFFICER: Have a good night Detective. See ya tomorrow.
DARYLL: Later.
Daryll turns and starts to head back through the processing area when he notices two uniformed officers (Nicks and McBride) leading a young man in, in handcuffs. Daryll does a double take and notices that the young man is Chris.
DARYLL: (to himself) Oh, this is not good.
The male officer, Nicks, unlocks Chris's handcuffs and frees one of his hands. He sits him down on a neaby bench and handcuffs him to the seat, while the young female officer (MCBRIDE) hurries off.
NICKS: (to Chris) Now sit there and be quiet. PLEASE--- for two seconds! And no slipping out of those handcuffs again. (shaking his head) I still don't know how you keep doing that.
Daryll heads towards them and notices that the right side of Chris's face is bruised and his lip is cut. Despite that, Chris seems to be in an unusually good mood as he addresses Officer Nicks.
CHRIS: Oh come on! Don't be grumpy officer. I was just having a little fun.
NICKS: Well fun time is over. OK? It's time to be serious.
Chris rolls his eyes and laughs. Officer Nicks shakes his head-clearly losing his patience.
Daryll hurries over to them.
DARYLL: Chris!
Chris turns and Daryll can see that his eyes are bloodshot and glassy and he wreaks of alcohol. He's clearly drunk.
CHRIS: Daryll! Wassup!
NICKS: You know this kid Detective Morris?
CHRIS: Of course he does! That's uncle Daryll!
Chris starts to laugh again and falls over sideways on the seat. Daryll is not amused. Although everyone else in the room appears to be as they are all now watching Chris make a fool of himself.
NICKS: Uncle Daryll?
Daryll open his mouth to respond but Chris beats him to it. Sitting himself back up in his seat, he explains---
CHRIS: Well, obviously he's not my REAL uncle. That's just what I call him. Or used to call him. (he crosses his index and middle fingers and waves them at Nicks) He and my parents are like this!
DARYLL: Chris! Shhh!!
NICKS: Oh good. You know his parents?
DARYLL tries to think quickly. Yeah, he knows his parents but he can't exactly tell this officer that this 20- something year old kids mother is 30 year old Piper Halliwell.
DARYLL: No! I mean---Yes---I mean, I did. They're dead. Tragic car accident- died years ago.
CHRIS: (laughing again) Oh, THEY'RE dead.
Daryll flashes Chris a warning look.
DARYLL: Chris. Shut up!
NICKS: Oh, that's too bad. We've been trying to figure out who he is all night. He has no ID on him and he won't tell us where he lives.
DARYLL: Oh, well he's staying with his---Umm---Cousins. The Halliwells.
CHRIS: Cousins! Right! Why didn't I think of that?
DARYLL: Chris! (to Nicks) What did he do?
NICKS: We picked him up at the Dive Bar. Brought him in for drunk and disorderly.
CHRIS: Great Club! Not crazy about their oldies music though.
He wrinkles his nose in disgust.
NICKS: (confused) They don't play Oldies music at the Dive Bar.
CHRIS: (matter of factly) Well it's oldies where I come from.
Daryll tries to jump in quickly to change the subject.
DARYLL: Chris. What happened to your face?
NICKS: He got his ass kicked. That's what!
CHRIS: No, that's not true---
Chris tries to stand up to protest, but he has forgotten that one hand is still cuffed to the chair and he nearly pulls his arm out of the socket. He falls back hard into the chair and starts to pout.
CHRIS: Ouch!
NICKS: (laughing at him) Yeah, watch those handcuffs buddy.
CHRIS: Yeah! Yeah! Anyway, what was I saying--- Oh right! I did not get my ass kicked! In fact, I was doing just fine until those two big guys tackled me from behind. (to Daryll) They only out weighed me by about 150 lbs.
NICKS: They're called Bouncers and they did you a favor. Those other guys wanted to kill you.
CHRIS: Oh, they were just jealous because I'm cute. (to Daryll) Their girlfriends said so.
NICKS: Now you can see why he was getting his ass kicked.
DARYLL: Uh huh. Chris. You didn't ---Umm---You know.
He holds up his hands and shakes his fingers-hoping Chris will understand that he is referring to "using magic".
Chris just laughs.
CHRIS: Yeah right! Like that would be fair. Not to mention---it's against the rules. Come on Daryll. What would the elders say?
NICKS: Elders? Rules? What is he talking about?
DARYLL: Oh---Umm---Chris has a blackbelt in Karate. Yeah! His hands are lethal weapons so he's not allowed to use his Power---powerful abilities to fight people unless it's a life or death situation.
NICKS: Oh.
OFFICER McBride returns carrying a bottle of water and an ice pack.
MCBRIDE: Here hun. I brought you a bottle of water and an ice pack for that cheek. It's getting pretty swollen.
CHRIS: (taking the items) Aren't you a sweety.
Daryll had to smile. He couldn't help it. Even drunk, this kid had the ability to charm just about every women he met.
NICKS: (to McBride) We're in luck. (pointing a his thumb at Daryll) Morris here knows the kid.
MCBRIDE: Oh good.
She smiles sympathetically at Chris before continuing---
MCBRIDE: I really didn't want to have to throw him into lock up.
Chris leans forward and smiles at her.
CHRIS: You're pretty. Are you single?
Daryll slaps Chris on the arm. Charming or not, this was getting ridiculous.
DARYLL: Would you stop! I swear to God Chris, when I get you out of here you are dead! Do you hear me?
McBride laughs.
MCBRIDE: Oh, don't be too hard on him. He's actually been quite entertaining. He's really is a happy drunk. And he seems harmless enough.
NICKS: If you don't mind detective--- We'll just release him to you and let you bring him home?
DARYLL: Yes, thank you. That would be great.
As Nicks starts to remove Chris's handcuffs---
MCBRIDE: You may want to have him checked out at the ER. The bouncers said those guys were pummeling him pretty good. He may have some cracked ribs.
CHRIS: Oh that's OK. My dad will heal me when I get home.
Daryll's eyes grow wide with panic. He cannot believe Chris just said that.
NICKS: I thought you said his dad was dead?
CHRIS: Oh, he is.
Daryll grabs Chris by his collar and drags him to his feet.
DARYLL: OK, Time to go! (to the officers) Thank you guys so much for your help.
He grabs Chris's arm and squeezes him tightly.
CHRIS: Ow! Daryll! That hurts!
DARYLL: Really? Good!
AS he drags a staggering Chris away---
DARYLL: Are you out of your mind!?! What were you thinking? You know, I really did not need this tonight! Just wait till I get you home young man!
Officer Nicks and McBride just laugh as Morris leads Chris away, scolding him like a child as he goes.
MCBRIDE: You know, I'm kinda gonna to miss him. He WAS entertaining.
NICKS: Yeah, not to mention cute-right?
MCBRIDE: Oh please! He's a baby!
NICKS: (knowingly) Right!
To Be Continued
NOTE: Sorry for the short chapters, that's all I have time to do.
DARYLL is leading a handcuffed man through the main processing area of the Police Station.
MAN: You can't keep me here. I know my rights.
DARYLL: (annoyed) That's good to know. So do I.
MAN: When do I get my phone call?
Daryll approaches a uniformed Officer.
DARYLL: Hey. Can you take him down to the lock up.
OFFICER: Sure thing. You headed out for the night Detective Morris?
DARYLL: Hopefully. As soon as I finish the paperwork on this guy.
AS the officer leads the handcuffed man away---
OFFICER: Have a good night Detective. See ya tomorrow.
DARYLL: Later.
Daryll turns and starts to head back through the processing area when he notices two uniformed officers (Nicks and McBride) leading a young man in, in handcuffs. Daryll does a double take and notices that the young man is Chris.
DARYLL: (to himself) Oh, this is not good.
The male officer, Nicks, unlocks Chris's handcuffs and frees one of his hands. He sits him down on a neaby bench and handcuffs him to the seat, while the young female officer (MCBRIDE) hurries off.
NICKS: (to Chris) Now sit there and be quiet. PLEASE--- for two seconds! And no slipping out of those handcuffs again. (shaking his head) I still don't know how you keep doing that.
Daryll heads towards them and notices that the right side of Chris's face is bruised and his lip is cut. Despite that, Chris seems to be in an unusually good mood as he addresses Officer Nicks.
CHRIS: Oh come on! Don't be grumpy officer. I was just having a little fun.
NICKS: Well fun time is over. OK? It's time to be serious.
Chris rolls his eyes and laughs. Officer Nicks shakes his head-clearly losing his patience.
Daryll hurries over to them.
DARYLL: Chris!
Chris turns and Daryll can see that his eyes are bloodshot and glassy and he wreaks of alcohol. He's clearly drunk.
CHRIS: Daryll! Wassup!
NICKS: You know this kid Detective Morris?
CHRIS: Of course he does! That's uncle Daryll!
Chris starts to laugh again and falls over sideways on the seat. Daryll is not amused. Although everyone else in the room appears to be as they are all now watching Chris make a fool of himself.
NICKS: Uncle Daryll?
Daryll open his mouth to respond but Chris beats him to it. Sitting himself back up in his seat, he explains---
CHRIS: Well, obviously he's not my REAL uncle. That's just what I call him. Or used to call him. (he crosses his index and middle fingers and waves them at Nicks) He and my parents are like this!
DARYLL: Chris! Shhh!!
NICKS: Oh good. You know his parents?
DARYLL tries to think quickly. Yeah, he knows his parents but he can't exactly tell this officer that this 20- something year old kids mother is 30 year old Piper Halliwell.
DARYLL: No! I mean---Yes---I mean, I did. They're dead. Tragic car accident- died years ago.
CHRIS: (laughing again) Oh, THEY'RE dead.
Daryll flashes Chris a warning look.
DARYLL: Chris. Shut up!
NICKS: Oh, that's too bad. We've been trying to figure out who he is all night. He has no ID on him and he won't tell us where he lives.
DARYLL: Oh, well he's staying with his---Umm---Cousins. The Halliwells.
CHRIS: Cousins! Right! Why didn't I think of that?
DARYLL: Chris! (to Nicks) What did he do?
NICKS: We picked him up at the Dive Bar. Brought him in for drunk and disorderly.
CHRIS: Great Club! Not crazy about their oldies music though.
He wrinkles his nose in disgust.
NICKS: (confused) They don't play Oldies music at the Dive Bar.
CHRIS: (matter of factly) Well it's oldies where I come from.
Daryll tries to jump in quickly to change the subject.
DARYLL: Chris. What happened to your face?
NICKS: He got his ass kicked. That's what!
CHRIS: No, that's not true---
Chris tries to stand up to protest, but he has forgotten that one hand is still cuffed to the chair and he nearly pulls his arm out of the socket. He falls back hard into the chair and starts to pout.
CHRIS: Ouch!
NICKS: (laughing at him) Yeah, watch those handcuffs buddy.
CHRIS: Yeah! Yeah! Anyway, what was I saying--- Oh right! I did not get my ass kicked! In fact, I was doing just fine until those two big guys tackled me from behind. (to Daryll) They only out weighed me by about 150 lbs.
NICKS: They're called Bouncers and they did you a favor. Those other guys wanted to kill you.
CHRIS: Oh, they were just jealous because I'm cute. (to Daryll) Their girlfriends said so.
NICKS: Now you can see why he was getting his ass kicked.
DARYLL: Uh huh. Chris. You didn't ---Umm---You know.
He holds up his hands and shakes his fingers-hoping Chris will understand that he is referring to "using magic".
Chris just laughs.
CHRIS: Yeah right! Like that would be fair. Not to mention---it's against the rules. Come on Daryll. What would the elders say?
NICKS: Elders? Rules? What is he talking about?
DARYLL: Oh---Umm---Chris has a blackbelt in Karate. Yeah! His hands are lethal weapons so he's not allowed to use his Power---powerful abilities to fight people unless it's a life or death situation.
NICKS: Oh.
OFFICER McBride returns carrying a bottle of water and an ice pack.
MCBRIDE: Here hun. I brought you a bottle of water and an ice pack for that cheek. It's getting pretty swollen.
CHRIS: (taking the items) Aren't you a sweety.
Daryll had to smile. He couldn't help it. Even drunk, this kid had the ability to charm just about every women he met.
NICKS: (to McBride) We're in luck. (pointing a his thumb at Daryll) Morris here knows the kid.
MCBRIDE: Oh good.
She smiles sympathetically at Chris before continuing---
MCBRIDE: I really didn't want to have to throw him into lock up.
Chris leans forward and smiles at her.
CHRIS: You're pretty. Are you single?
Daryll slaps Chris on the arm. Charming or not, this was getting ridiculous.
DARYLL: Would you stop! I swear to God Chris, when I get you out of here you are dead! Do you hear me?
McBride laughs.
MCBRIDE: Oh, don't be too hard on him. He's actually been quite entertaining. He's really is a happy drunk. And he seems harmless enough.
NICKS: If you don't mind detective--- We'll just release him to you and let you bring him home?
DARYLL: Yes, thank you. That would be great.
As Nicks starts to remove Chris's handcuffs---
MCBRIDE: You may want to have him checked out at the ER. The bouncers said those guys were pummeling him pretty good. He may have some cracked ribs.
CHRIS: Oh that's OK. My dad will heal me when I get home.
Daryll's eyes grow wide with panic. He cannot believe Chris just said that.
NICKS: I thought you said his dad was dead?
CHRIS: Oh, he is.
Daryll grabs Chris by his collar and drags him to his feet.
DARYLL: OK, Time to go! (to the officers) Thank you guys so much for your help.
He grabs Chris's arm and squeezes him tightly.
CHRIS: Ow! Daryll! That hurts!
DARYLL: Really? Good!
AS he drags a staggering Chris away---
DARYLL: Are you out of your mind!?! What were you thinking? You know, I really did not need this tonight! Just wait till I get you home young man!
Officer Nicks and McBride just laugh as Morris leads Chris away, scolding him like a child as he goes.
MCBRIDE: You know, I'm kinda gonna to miss him. He WAS entertaining.
NICKS: Yeah, not to mention cute-right?
MCBRIDE: Oh please! He's a baby!
NICKS: (knowingly) Right!
To Be Continued
NOTE: Sorry for the short chapters, that's all I have time to do.
