Act IV
Open on Jeremy sitting at his desk. He has a huge grin on his face and is typing excitedly. He hears the door opening behind him and spins around. Whistler, Camilla, and Doyle traipse through the door.
Camilla (to secretary): I'm back from my assignment, Frida.
Jeremy (on his feet, ushering them over to his desk): Whistler! Cam! Where've you guys been? You won't believe what's happened to me! (Noticing Doyle) Who're you?
Doyle: The name's Doyle. I'm applying for a job here.
Jeremy: Oh, sweet. Anyway, (suddenly melodramatic) I've got to tell you Cam, it'll never work between us, baby. I'm sorry, but my heart belongs to another.
Camilla: Jeremy . . .
Whistler: Not again! It hasn't even been a month since the last one. Where's that fabled immortal patience?
Jeremy: This time it's different, I swear! She really is the girl of my dreams. And the best part: it's a long-term assignment.
Camilla wearily sits down. Whistler hops onto Jeremy's desk, and Doyle leans against a neighboring desk.
Camilla: Great. As if we didn't already have enough crap to deal with, now we've got a lovesick puppy on our hands too.
Jeremy (suddenly worried, sits down): What are you talking about? What happened?
Camilla (wearily): Well, Doyle here had a vision. About my latest assignment, which I was supposed to take him on anyway. So he saw that there was going to be trouble.
Frank (O.S.): Camilla!
She turns to face him. He's pale and fidgety, more so than usual.
Camilla: Frank? What is it?
Frank: Upper Management, uh, wants to t-talk to you. I-I think they're angry, Camilla. It's about the job you just went on. Something about c-civilians and c-casualties and a big h-hullabaloo.
She sighs and stands, running her hands anxiously over her clothing and hair.
Camilla: Once more unto the breach.
As she walks off, Frank calls after her.
Frank: Good luck! (Muttering) I think I need a break. See you guys later.
He scurries out of the office.
Jeremy: Okay, would one of you please explain what's going on?
Cut to Camilla in the phone booth.
Camilla: Yes, I do realize it's supposed to be secretive. . . . Yes, I am sure that only the demons were hurt. . . . No, that was self-defense! . . . Why would they attack us? I don't know; I didn't get a chance to . . . I'm sorry. . . . Yes, I will do my best to keep things under control when I go back. . . . Thank you.
Cut to Camilla rejoining Jeremy, Whistler, and Doyle. Jeremy stands as she arrives.
Jeremy: Are you alright? What did they say?
Camilla: I'm fine. They let me off with a warning. These guys filled you in?
Jeremy: Yeah. I can't believe those bastards!
He turns and angrily kicks his desk. Camilla raises an eyebrow at this behavior.
Doyle: For a balance demon, you're awfully unbalanced.
Camilla: Has Charles made an appearance?
Whistler: Not yet. Somehow I'm sure we'll be seeing more of him. And we all know he's not exactly alone in his beliefs.
Camilla: This turn of events does not make dealing with them every day any easier. (To Doyle) You'll have to put up with them too if you get the job.
Doyle: Speaking of which, well, did I? How will I know?
Whistler (shrugging): They haven't called me in yet. Maybe they're about to. Or maybe they've been listening and watching and judging all along, just to make us all paranoid.
Doyle: This is crazy. What do I do until I find out? There an immortal motel around here somewhere?
Whistler: Well, like Frank mentioned earlier, you don't really need to sleep every night anymore. Besides, the night is young.
Jeremy: Yeah, how about we hold a little impromptu celebration? Give Doyle a proper welcome to the afterlife.
The camera begins to zoom out as they continue talking and laughing. Cut to the exterior of the building. A grey car comes screeching to a halt in one of the parking spaces. The door opens and out steps Charles. He slams the door and stomps over to Whistler's black car. Charles kicks it angrily. The car alarm goes off. He slumps despondently on the curb.
Charles: That went well.
End show
Here ends the first episode of the Management. Thanks to all those who read. Please feel free to leave me a little review (positive, negative, mixed, whatever).
