Episode 1
The Beginning
An old tenement house in Santa Santana.
The camera shows a window. The Creator is sitting in front of his desk. There is a bottle of vodka on his desk. An animation program with four drawn characters can be seen on his computer screen. The Creator takes a sip from the vodka bottle, he sets it on the desk with a bang.
TC: Done for today...
He stands up from the desk, turns the monitor off and leaves the room. The screen is blinking rapidly. Some voices can be heard.
C: Should we do it?
T: But what?
M: Are we getting out or?
P: It's about time.
Penn is the first to leave. Long, dark hair and metal clothing.
P: Come on, out you go!
Three more characters leave the monitor: Milton, Chet and Tito, the last of which trips and falls.
M: Get up!
Milton helps Tito up. Tito dusts himself off.
C: What do we do now?
P: We leave.
Penn tries to open the door - it's closed.
P: Dang.
Footsteps can be heard behind the door.
M: Go hide!
Milton hides behind the curtains. Tito and Penn hide behind the door, Chet crawls under the desk. The Creator opens the door. He glances around and leaves, leaving the door open. Penn peeks out from behind the door, carefully leading everyone out.
The main door.
Penn and Milton walk from the left. There is a key in the door. Milton approaches the door.
P: Easy now, we don't want to wake him.
A happy giggle can be heard from the living room. Tito and Chet are looking at the Creator, the latter is curled up in a ball on the bed. Milton leads them away. Penn is trying to open the door, but he can't.
M: Tune it down, you'll wake him up, you bloody tosser!
TC: Hey!
The Creator catches the guys in the act. They look him dead in the eyes. Chet carefully opens the door, everyone walks out slowly. Chet follows closely. He returns to close the door.
TC: I may be drunk, but I'm not an idiot!
The Creator puts his hand to the forehead in disbelief.
TC: I'm never drinking that cheap moonshine again, I swear I'll kick that seller where the moon doesn't shine...
The Creator snorts with laughter, and walks away muttering under his breath.
In the streets.
The guys are walking along a street.
T: B'ys, what are we doing?
P: We're looking for info.
M: Where are you going to look for info? We're right at the arse end of nowhere!
P: Why won't you stop whining for a few seconds? Come on, go.
M: Why don't YOU stop, you muppet?
C: 'Nough of that! I see the town hall.
Chet points at an old town hall. There is an information point by the town hall.
T: Look, b'ys! The info sign!
Tito attempts to read the sign.
T: A... F... Fat... To... To... rent! A fat torrent!
C: A flat to rent. Lemme take a look.
M: Who's renting?
C: Some gal by the name of Maddie Shaw.
M: How much?
P: Don't know.
Penn takes his phone out.
P: Let's call her up.
Penn dials Madison's number, while the rest look around.
P: Yes, hi. Is this Maddie on the other side?
Ma: Yes, it's me.
P: Yes, we're calling about that flat. We're interested in your offer.
Ma: Sure thing, how many of you are there?
P: There's four of us, me and my buddies. Hopefully that won't be a problem, right?
Ma: Not a problem. I'm sure that two rooms and the living room will be enough. My sister said she wouldn't mind housing one of you.
Chet cuts in.
C: Is she nice?
P: Piss off! Dumbass...
Ma: I think you'll like each other. Angie's a bit shy, but loves good company.
P: Okay, thanks. We'll be there in 20 mins.
Ma: See you there.
Penn hangs up.
P: Come on! No time to screw around, guys.
The guys set off.
Some 15 minutes later.
Penn laughs.
P: "Is she nice?", Chet, that's not the way you do that! You're out of depth, man.
C: As if you knew any better. You're the one that out of depth! You know nothin' 'bout relationships, you're so shallow!
P: Have you every got to know anyone? I think not, at least I have the game.
Chet snorts.
C: Whatever you say, buddy.
P: I do, period.
C: What's your dang problem? Why do you think I don't stand a chance, huh?
P: You really wanna know? First of all, who even uses those pick-up likes from that one Neil Strauss book? Second of all, take care of yourself, man! Shave that nasty beard, stop dressing like a hipster, it's not that hard! Third of all-
T: B'ys, we've run the building!
M: Go back.
Milton approaches the entry phone.
M: Number 6, was it?
Milton rings the number 6 flat up. A neighbor of Madison answers.
JR: There you are, boy. What took you so long? I hope you brought some lube for us.
Milton hangs up with disgust.
M: What ruddy bellends live in here?! Goddamn pansies.
C: Call 5, Milt!
Milton rings number 5 up.
T: Have we got any?
P: Huh?
T: For that guy other side of the phone!
Penn rolls his eyes.
M: Ms. Maddie, that's us. The guys you were talking to?
The doors open.
Ma: Come on in.
The guys enter the building.
Madison's flat.
A knock on the door. The young woman is only wearing a towel.
Ma: One second, you guys!
Madison opens the door.
Ma: You're quite quick.
Chet's eyes grow big.
P: Better early, than never, right? I'm Penn, by the way.
Penn shakes Madison's hand.
P: And my friends: Tito, Chet, Milton. Can we come in?
Ma: Sure thing, why wait outside?
Paul, Tito and Milton enter the flat. Milton takes Chet inside by his arm.
M: Chop chop!
The living room.
Ma: Just give me a few minutes. Settle down, don't worry about a thing.
Madison returns to the bathroom. Chet whispers.
C: Have you seen 'em?
M: See what?
C: You know, them...
Chet pounds his chest.
C: Tatas?
P: Since when did you learn to speak Spanish?
C: Oh... it's just the fact that there's a big number of Spanish folks. I just want to acclimatize, aight?
Penn and Tito snicker.
P: Whatever you say, José de México.
M: Be careful, soon you'll grow a moustache and be dancing with maracas.
Tito's stomach growls.
T: B'ys, I'm hungry...
M: Grab something from the fridge then!
Tito enters the kitchen. He returns two seconds later, scared to bits.
P: What's the matter? You saw the grim reaper or what?
T: Worse... a vampire!
The rest of the guys peek into the kitchen.
M: This isn't a vampire, must be that sister of hers.
Penn smiles slightly.
C: Told ya!
Penn gestures angrily at Chet.
P: You want some of this?
C: Easy there, macho man. Go talk to her.
Chet looks up at Tito.
C: Tito?
T: Forget it, I'm not going back!
C: Then stay there, no problem for me!
The kitchen.
Angie is sitting on a chair, earphones in her ears. Penn approaches calmly.
P: What's up? You must be Angie.
Angie lifts her up, smiles a bit.
A: Hi, new flatty?
P: I'm Penn. What are you listening to?
A: Type O Negative. It's a right belter!
P: Sure they are. But honestly? I prefer metal. Alt metal, aka divorced dad rock.
Chet calls for Penn.
C: Whaddup, buttercup? Getting on well already?
P: Screw you! Go watch your junk, dude!
Penn sighs.
P: That audacity of his...
A: Could you hold him away from me?
P: Might try, no promises.
The living room.
The guys are sitting on the couch. Tito is playing on his handheld console, Chet and Milton are looking for something to watch.
M: Nothing interesting here, such shite.
Chet points at the TV all of a sudden.
C: Oh look, there's the Top Gear!
M: Anything more interesting?
C: Love Island?
M: Anything EVEN MORE interesting?
C: The Falsetos?
Milton stops for a second. He nods his head.
M: Let me grab a drink, don't fiddle with the tele.
Milton leaves. Chet keeps switching channels. He stumbles across adult entertainment, there is a woman wearing a bikini on the screen.
C: Hehe, my beloved...
Chet is kissing the air. Penn and Angie enter the room.
P: Tito! Not in front of the kids!
Tito is sitting on the couch. No signs of Chet.
P: What the hell are you doing? You want us to get kicked out on the very first night?!
T: That wasn't me, it was Chet!
P: Very funny, he's not even there.
T: He's behind the couch, look!
Tito pats Chet's head. Chet gets out with a stupid smile.
P: For crying out loud, what a bunch of idiots. Can't leave you alone for five minutes...
Milton returns from the kitchen, passes by Penn and Angie.
M: I told you not to fiddle with the tele, wanker!
Milton attempts to take the remote from Chet, they scuffle.
C: Get off of me!
Chet and Milton fall over and knock the camera over. It falls, the screen breaks.
M: What a splendid way to start the show! Nice going, you bloody blokes...
The Creator's living room.
The Creator is on the couch.
TC: Poor me... What am I gonna do now? I have no idea. My only creations... have escaped!
He lifts himself from the couch.
TC: I know what I'm gonna do.
Montage, heavy metal music in the background. The Creator puts on a military jacket. He puts on some combat boots. Standing in front of the mirror, he tries to spray himself with cologne. Several droplets get in his eyes, the music cuts.
TC: Damn it, my fucking eyes!
He packs several items into his backpack before closing it. He takes out a nerf gun. The music cuts again.
TC: Wait, did I load this?
He checks the weapon.
TC: Fiddlesticks, I didn't.
The Creator returns for foam bullets.
TC: There they are.
End of montage, The Creator stands in front of the mirror.
TC: Well, young man? Today is the day. The day you set off for an incredibly dangerous adventure. My main goal - find the guys. Right face!
The Creator turns to his right, exhales loudly.
TC: March.
He leaves his flat.
The living room.
Madison is chatting with the guys.
Ma: She's such a sweetheart, you would not believe! She was always there for me, we've spent the entire high school at one desk!
P: If only I had anyone like that... No one ever gave a shit about me. Well, save for the guys.
A: People are pure fake. They always thought I'm a skeerie.
Penn smiles.
P: I'm not thinking that way.
Ma: Who'd fancy some toast?
Everyone raises their hands.
T: I'll help!
Tito and Madison leave the living room. Milton frowns, Chet playfully elbows him.
C: What's it with you? Why the long face?
M: You do that one more time, I'll shove that hand where the moon doesn't shine, you hear me?
C: Gee, okay.
The kitchen.
Everyone is eating dinner. The Sun is slowly setting.
P: Okay, but honestly? I kind of like it here. Feels more livid.
C: And the good food.
A: Look at Tito, he's full on eating that scram! See him go!
Tito is eating toast fast.
Ma: He's enjoying them, really!
Everyone laughs. Angie yawns.
A: I'm feeling fair wabbit, anybody else?
P: I could hit the sack about now. Can I sleep in your room? I'll just crash on the floor.
A: Don't be a dafty, we're sleeping in one bed.
Penn pinches his arm.
P: I ain't dreaming...
A: You're not, numpty! Come right on in!
Angie's bedroom.
She leads Penn to the room. There is a black and red blanket with a skull pattern.
P: Hehe, so sweet.
A: Pure dead sweet!
Penn crashes on the bed.
A: You want to listen to some music? I've got that Breaking Benjamin album, so I have!
P: Sure, why not?
Angie takes a CD player out of her closet.
P: Old school girl, ain't you?
A: Aye.
The living room.
Chet and Milton are sleeping on the couch. Tito is on the armchair nearby. Chet turns in his sleep and spoons Milton. He mutters something in his sleep. Milton opens his eyes wide and slaps Chet.
M: Get away from me arse!
The camera flies out of the window. A quick glance on the sleeping guys. The Moon is high in the sky.
Moon: Good night, sleep tight! Don't let the bedbugs bite! Now go to sleep, will you?
Multiple stars are visible in the sky. Fade to black.
End of episode 1.