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goodtobequeen) wrote2013-04-18 01:33 am
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7x20 The Girl with the Dungeons and Dragons Tattoo
[Charlie is plugging in an external harddrive to her computer at work--it's Frank's. As she starts to hack it, it sends an automated message to Sam and Dean, letting them know the information on it is compromised.]
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[Five Hours Earlier]
[Charlie pulls up to work at RRE on her yellow scooter. She swaps her helmet for headphones as she enters the building. She swipes her ID card nonchalantly, bobbing along to her music as she heads for the elevator. She presses the button for the 4th floor. As soon as the door closes, she looks around to make sure she's alone, then starts dancing. When the elevator reaches her floor, she's composed again, though her hair is a little disheveled. She heads to her cubicle. Her desk is covered in geeky paraphernalia, mostly prints and figures. She sits down and glances at her Hermione figurine, then gets to work.]
[or so it seems. She's actually hacking into a website called "theusconservatives.org", featuring the candidates "Gabriel Correa" (VP) and "John McCarthy". She's transferring some of their funds to a group called "Animal Lovers and Lovers of the Planet".]
[As she types, her neighbor slides his chair over to her cubicle.]
HARRY: How'd it go last night?
[Charlie turns her head and gives him a secretive smile.]
HARRY: Charlie, it's a moral imperative you let me live vicariously through you.
CHARLIE: Pictures or it didn't happen, right?
[she hands him her phone and goes back to what she's doing, sending the website 10k.]
HARRY: You hooked up at a charity benefit?
CHARLIE: if you can't score at a reproductive rights function, then you simply cannot score.
HARRY: [looks at her computer screen] Wait, is that legal?
CHARLIE: we were two consenting adults.
HARRY: No, that. [points] Why do you insist on breaking the law on company property...
CHARLIE: Hmm...faster internet connection here.
HARRY: well, if Pete finds out, he's gonna fire you. Or get you arrested.
CHARLIE: Teddy Bear Pete? Please. You know, I've been doing this for like...a month. I can cover my tracks, Harry. Trust me.
PETE?: Charlie. My office. Now.
HARRY: ...I love you.
CHARLIE: I know.
[she follows Pete to his office, and comes face to face with Dick Roman. She ditches her smile pretty quickly.]
DICK: Charlie Bradbury. Here. Sit.
[she nods and obeys, looking stunned.]
DICK: Charlie, I've been running things for a while. Feels like since before the dawn of man. I always had a vision, and now I'm close to realizing that dream. I don't wanna brag, but the world is my dinner plate. And I don't want anything to jeopardize that, definitely not the actions of one tiny little person.
CHARLIE: Sir--Sir, I can fix this, please don't fire me.
DICK: What's the talking about?
PETE: I--I--
DICK: Is that about hacking those Super PACs? Cause that was adorable. Tell me, how does a high school dropout become one of the brightest minds of Roman, Inc.?
CHARLIE: Um, honestly? Historically I've had this problem with, with authority--no offense--so I realized that the only way I could get away with being me was to be as indispensable as possible.
[she looks like she's pretty sure she's going to be terminated. Literally or figuratively?]
CHARLIE: Sorry.
DICK: you're kinda completing me right now, Charlie.
[she makes a face.]
DICK: you have that spark, that thing that makes humans so special--
[she makes another face at "humans."
DICK: Not everyone has it, you know. Those people, they can be replaced. But people like you are impossible to copy.
CHARLIE: C-copy?
DICK: take the compliment.
[Charlie nods. Dick picks up Frank's harddrive from the desk.]
DICK: This belonged to one Frank Devereaux. Thought he could bring down the whole company. He was wrong. Let's keep him wrong. It's encrypted, or whatever you crazy kids say these days. [he hands it to Charlie, who looks at it closely.] Break it open and bring it to me.
CHARLIE: [hastily] Yeah, I'm on it. A-and thank you.
DICK: you're welcome. [Charlie smiles and he smiles back.] You have three days or you're fired.
[the smile goes just as fast as the other one.]
DICK: Good talk! [he rubs his hands together and leaves.]
CHARLIE: [looks at Pete.] Is this real life? [he shakes his head in disbelief.]
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[cut to Charlie holding the harddrive, followed by Harry back to her cubicle.]
CHARLIE: Dick Roman gave me an assignment.
HARRY: is that...good?
CHARLIE: it means the Eye of Sauron is on me.
HARRY: w-well, if you need anything, I'll be back in the Shire.
[he leaves, and Charlie sits down. She plugs the harddrive in just like in the intro sequence. She looks at her Hermione figurine.]
CHARLIE: all right, H, it's just you and me now.
[she starts hacking the drive, getting error after error as she tries to find the password.]
COMPUTER: [robotic voice] HOW. ABOUT. A. NICE. GAME. OF. CHESS.
CHARLIE: Wait a second. Seriously? Wargames?
[she types the password "joshua". The phrase "GREETINGS PROFESSOR FALKEN." appear on the screen.]
CHARLIE: Shall we play a game, bitches? That was hardly the Chamber of Secrets, right? [she fistbumps Hermione.] Boo-yah.
[then her screen flickers and starts showing static.
COMPUTER: SHALL. WE. PLAY. A. GAME?
FRANK'S VOICE: Nice try, Zero Charisma. [the words appear on the screen as well. Charlie looks disappointed, and sighs, glancing at H.]
CHARLIE: and back to square one.
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[cut back to the main building, it's early morning, and Charlie appears to be asleep at her desk. Harry comes up behind her.]
HARRY: Did you go home last night?
[Charlie starts awake and shakes her head.]
HARRY: I'll get us some coffee. I assume you want some crack in yours.
CHARLIE: [forlornly] Yes please.
[she stares at her screen, which is running a program that's attacking Frank's firewall directly. All of a sudden, it beeps and reads ACCESS GRANTED.]
CHARLIE: Finally. [she sits up, taking a look at her discovery.]
[a few folders pop up: titled MARCH OF DIMES (?), CLONES, KNOWN FACTS, MONSTERS...]
CHARLIE: who is this d-bag.
[RICHARD ROMAN ENTERPRISES. She stares at it.]
CHARLIE: don't do it. Roman said to bring it right to him...
[she stares at H, then nods slightly.]
CHARLIE: you're right, H. You're always right. [she opens the folder. It's data on Roman, his business ventures: and Leviathans. She zeros in on the last bit.]
CHARLIE: the frak's a Leviathan? Strong as all get out,
FRANK'S VOICE/VOICEOVER: The thing to know about Leviathan is that these monsters are as old as time. Borax...decapitation is the key...then put that head in a box...these are the Superman of monsters...send it to the moon if you can...they can shapeshift--top boss is Mister Dick Roman. He runs the show.
[Charlie keeps reading.]
FRANK: cut one, you see black goo. We're through the looking glass. Blood is black, and black is blood. Don't turn your back, get out of the building, get out of the country.
[Charlie closes it. She gets up and checks Pete's office, which is empty. Harry brings her coffee.]
HARRY: how goes it?
CHARLIE: pretty sure I spent the last 24 hours hacking into a loony bin. [Harry laughs.] Where's Pete?
HARRY: uhh, probably snuck down to the garage for a smoky treat.
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[Charlie goes down to the garage to witness Dick having Pete killed and replaced by Daryl (?). She spooks and runs home. She starts packing a bag in preparation to leave, when her phone goes off. She answers it with false cheer.]
CHARLIE: Hey, Pete! Sorry I left without telling you. No, I just wasn't feeling well, it's a....lady thing. I will be in first thing. Gotta go! Cramps!
[she starts packing again, then stops, turning and noticing her Darth Vader bobblehead is moving. She runs for the door, but Dean appears, closing it.]
DEAN: it's all right, I'm not gonna hurt you.
CHARLIE: get away from me, you-- [she pauses, then grabs her replica Sting.] Shapeshifter!
SAM: [comes up behind her.] We're not shapeshifters.
[Charlie yelps and hits him with the sword, which breaks. She stares at it in disbelief.]
SAM: Geez!
[Dean grabs the sword from her, and she starts panicking.]
DEAN: look, we're not Leviathans, okay. You want us to prove it? You know what Borax does to 'em?
CHARLIE: yeah...
DEAN: Sam. [he pours it over Sam's hand, then his own.] Huh? Your turn. [he hands her the bottle. She splashes it on her hand.] Good.
CHARLIE: who the hell are you guys.
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CHARLIE: So you're saying--you guys are monster hunters. So...there are other monsters? [she doesn't sound happy about this. Dean starts to speak, but she cuts him off.] Stop. Nevermind. Just--shh. Okay. I get how you tracked the drive. Straight GPS. But--it's still at the office. How did you find me.
[Sam clears his throat and opens Charlie's laptop, showing a video of her.]
CHARLIE: Ahh! Son of a gun jacked my webcam??
DEAN: Welcome to Frank.
CHARLIE: it's creepy, but I'll give it to him. [she looks at Dean, who nods.] So you're telling me, everything he had on his drive is true.
DEAN: that and...more.
SAM: wait. How long did it take you to crack into Frank's drive?
CHARLIE: [shrugs] A day or so.
SAM: is there anything you can't hack into?
CHARLIE: not yet.
SAM: how about Dick Roman's email.
CHARLIE: why would I--oh. He's one of them.
SAM: no. he's their leader.
CHARLIE: so what's the endgame? Steal our resources, make us some slaves?
DEAN: planetwide Value Meal. We're the meat.
CHARLIE: [laughs] you can't be--....serious. ...Okay! All right. Let's do this. What am I looking for.
DEAN: well, for starters: anything about archaeological dig sites.
CHARLIE: like Indiana Jones stuff?
DEAN: well, all we know is that Dick has been digging all over the world, and we need to know what he's looking for.
CHARLIE: you know, I was having a really good week. I met someone, downloaded the new Robyn album, everything was coming up me. ...oh, crap.
SAM: look. We get it sucks.
CHARLIE: no, it's not that. This. Dick's email isn't on the company server. It's on a private one. In his office.
DEAN: Meaning?
CHARLIE: you can't get in it unless you have his phone or you're at his desk.
DEAN: so you're saying that if we're inside Dick's office, then we can hack into his email.
CHARLIE: you can't, only someone like-- [she pauses. Looks at both of them.] But I sure as hell ain't doing it. I am doing my job, and th...what are the chances I see everything on that drive and Dick lets me live anyway?
SAM: I think you know.
CHARLIE: so...I erase the drive first, protect me and you, then I go back to my old life, right? ...what.
DEAN: it's not that easy. You're on Dick's radar. Which means you don't have an old life anymore.
CHARLIE: ...I'm gonna die. I should've taken that job at Google.
SAM: look, Charlie...it's okay if you can't do it. I mean, you didn't volunteer for this.
CHARLIE: totally. Exactly. [she's tearing up. she taps her fingers on the table.] But now I volunteer.
SAM: What?
CHARLIE: I gotta go back in anyways, to wipe Frank's drive, might as well break into Dick's office too.
SAM: are you sure?
CHARLIE: no! But these things are gonna eat everyone I know. What kinda douchebag stands by for that. However! I have never broken into anything in real life before. So...plan?
DEAN: you got a bluetooth?
CHARLIE: yup.
DEAN: the security system, can you get into that?
CHARLIE: I can reroute any surveillance cameras we need.
DEAN: All right, let's start with that.
SAM: Do you have a keycard to get into the building?
CHARLIE: uh, yeah, I can't duplicate it, but [inaudible. Cut to Bobby's ghost watching them.]
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(apparently Charlie tells Sam that if it takes longer than 15 minutes to hack Dick's desktop, she deserves to be eaten.)
[Charlie is standing outside the building singing to herself. (Walking on Sunshine, the song she danced to in the elevator) Dean contacts her on the headset.]
DEAN: Charlie. It's Dean. Are you singing?
CHARLIE: I sing when I'm nervous. Don't judge me.
DEAN: Judgment-free zone. Listen, uh, check the side pocket in your bag.
CHARLIE: oh. [she takes out the flask and takes a swig.] Thank you. Good idea.
DEAN: Yeah, no problem. Look, that's, uh...kind of a family heirloom. It's a good luck charm, okay, so don't lose it.
CHARLIE: Copy that. Okay. Let's do this. [she doesn't move]
DEAN: uh, Charlie? [he repeats himself after a moment.]
CHARLIE: I'm having a hard time moving.
DEAN: you can do this.
CHARLIE: [she stammers] I, I'm, I'm not--a spy! No, I can't do it. [she repeats this three times.]
SAM: Charlie, hey, it's Sam.
CHARLIE: I'm sorry, Sam, I'm sorry, I j-just--
SAM: it's okay, uh, listen. Who's your favorite Harry Potter character?
CHARLIE: uh. [a pause] Hermione.
SAM: Hermione. Well, uh, did Hermione run when Sirius Black was in trouble? Or when Voldemort attacked Hogwarts?
DEAN: Seriously?
SAM: Sh.
CHARLIE: No, of course not.
SAM: what did she do.
CHARLIE: She--kicked ass! She actually saves Harry in practically every book. And then, she ends up with the wrong--
SAM: Uhh, stay on track. Okay, so she kicked ass, right? So then what are you gonna do?
CHARLIE: [long pause] I'm gonna kick it in the ass.
SAM: good girl.
[Charlie turns and enters the building. She passes the security guard nervously and gets to the elevator, gets off at the fourth floor, then changes the magnetic strip on her card. The brothers loop the security cameras so the guard won't see her go up further. She takes the elevator to the eleventh floor.]
CHARLIE: I'm in. I always wanted to say that.
DEAN: you're on the clock. move.
[Bobby is next to her, but she can't see him. She gets off, but spots a security guard and hides.]
CHARLIE: Hey. There's a bigass guard up here blocking the door. What do I do.
DEAN: just wait him out.
CHARLIE: he's not going anywhere.
DEAN: okay, uh, you work there every day. Do you know the guy?
CHARLIE: I guess. I mean, I've seen him, I never talked to him.
DEAN: okay, when you've seen him. Does he look at you, or does he just kind of slide his eyes by?
CHARLIE: umm, eye contact? I dunno...he always kinda smiles a bit...I don't really th--
DEAN: good. What you're gonna do is you're gonna walk right up to him, and you're gonna flirt your way past.
CHARLIE: [exasperated sigh] I can't. He's not my type.
DEAN: you're gonna have to play through that.
CHARLIE: as in, he's not a girl.
DEAN: oh. Oh. Pretend he has boobs.
CHARLIE: ...worse.
DEAN: well I don't know, uhh..do you have any tattoos. Give him a little sneak peek there. All tattoos are sexy.
CHARLIE: mine is Princess Leia in a slave bikini straddling a 20-sided die. I was drunk, it was ComicCon.
DEAN: we've all been there. Okay. I'm gonna walk you through this.
[Charlie takes a deep breath and opens the door.]
DEAN: start with a smile. Relax, Charlie. You just got home, and Scarlett Johansson's waiting for you.
GUARD: Can I help you, miss?
CHARLIE: hey, ...Bill. Charlie from IT.
GUARD: oh. Burning the midnight oil, huh.
CHARLIE: just like you. I mean, when you're not at the gym. What do you do, work out with all your free time?
GUARD: I try to get to the gym at least three days a week. Just trying to get back to my fighting weight.
CHARLIE: [repeating after Dean] it shows, you look amazing. You ever do anything else with your free time? Like, take a girl out for a drink?
[Sam laughs, and Dean tells him to stop. Charlie accidentally repeats that, too, and the guard looks at her strangely. She tries to recover.]
CHARLIE: you don't know that bar, Stop Laughing Sammy? That place is bringing sexy back. You should see--stop talking, Charlie. [she parrots Dean again, then stops.] Right--so. Um. You were saying. About. Going out? Drinks? [she plays with her hair nervously.]
GUARD: um, yeah. Yeah, that would be great.
CHARLIE: cool. Pencil that in. Hey, can I ask you a favor? The ladies' room downstairs is nasty. Can I use the exec washroom to powder my nose?
GUARD: ...yeah...yeah, why not. Um, it's right down the hall, it's the first door on the right.
[Charlie winks at him and heads off, making a face once she's out of sight.]
CHARLIE: I feel dirty.
DEAN: you and me both, sister.
CHARLIE: the eagle is landing, radio silence.
DEAN: let us know when you're out.
[Charlie jacks the computer. With gloves on, carefully.]
CHARLIE: your password is "w1nn1ng" with two 1s? Fail.
[she starts loading the data onto the flash drive, but the guard comes to check on her. Bobby locks the door telekinetically so he won't find her. It takes him a while to get in, and by the time he does she's found a distraction. she pretends to be leaving the office bathroom.]
CHARLIE: hey, you.
GUARD: What are you doing in here?
CHARLIE: you said first door on the left, right?
GUARD: No, I said first door on the right.
CHARLIE: Silly me, I am always forgetting things. Do you know what else I forgot to do? [she turns to take a pen from the desk. realizing the download isn't done, she stalls for time.] give you my phone number.
[she writes it on his hand]
GUARD: we really shouldn't be in here, Mr. Roman doesn't like people in his office.
CHARLIE: I'm sure. Have you seen his bathroom? [she grabs the flash drive while he's distracted.] Gotta go, call me.
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[Charlie heads down to her cubicle to wipe the drive, taking a swig from the flask for courage.]
CHARLIE: Hey guys? Sending you all the flagged dig files now.
SAM: Charlie, you are a genius.
CHARLIE: I know, it's a problem. ["Pete" comes in.] Dammit. Hey Pete! Guess we're both on deadline, huh.
"PETE": How's it going?
CHARLIE: Good, good. I'll give you a full progress report in a few hours.
"PETE": get that deadline, all right? [he reaches out and grasps her arm. Charlie looks at him nervously.] Well, holler if you need anything. [Charlie gives him a thumbs up.]
CHARLIE: hey guys, you still there?
DEAN: yeah, what the hell was that.
CHARLIE: Oh, just my manager, the monster.
DEAN: Leave.
CHARLIE: I can't, I gotta act normal. I told him I was working. Let's just finish this. Are you seeing this?
SAM: it looks like Dick stopped digging days ago.
CHARLIE: why?
DEAN: guess he found what he was looking for. Can you check?
CHARLIE: way ahead of you. I got travel reports, expenses. Here we go. Something in a suitcase left Iran last week. Spent the last 72 hours in armored cars and private planes. Whatever it is, it's coming here. For Dick. Tonight. So...what...what the hell is it?
DEAN: I don't know, but whatever it is, he wants it bad, so we gotta grab it. End of story.
CHARLIE: well, it's landing at a private airport near here...crap. Right about now. The courier said to pick it up.
DEAN: what's the exact landing time.
CHARLIE: 42 minutes. Can you make it?
DEAN: we can try. All right, Charlie, one more favor and then get the hell out of there.
CHARLIE: what do you need.
DEAN: more time.
CHARLIE: then let's get you some. [she sends Dick a fake email.] Travel department is emailing Dick. Suitcase still en route, got diverted by weather, will be thirty minutes late. I'll finish mopping you guys off the drive, and get the hell outta Dodge.
DEAN: Call us when you're clear.
CHARLIE: text you from the border, bro.
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[Charlie is getting ready to leave when Dick appears behind her, startling her.]
DICK: Hey, Charlie. I was hoping I'd find you here.
CHARLIE: Um. Hey, Mr. Roman.
DICK: Please. Dick. Pete, we're good here. Why don't you go grab a bite. Show me what you found.
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DICK: so there's nothing about my company. How about a Sam, or a Dean.
CHARLIE: I'm sorry, who?
DICK: Sam and Dean Winchester. Give it a little peek, wouldja.
[as Charlie obeys, Bobby is behind them, furious at the sight of Dick.]
DICK: is it me or did it just drop ten degrees in here.
CHARLIE: it's a bit nippy, yeah.
DICK: I'll have maintenance check the AC, I can't have you cold, now can I?
CHARLIE: nothing about those Winchesters.
DICK: if items were deleted from the drive would you be able to tell?
CHARLIE: not if they were deleted properly.
DICK: oh, they're crafty. Have all the data sent to me.
CHARLIE: of course.
DICK: so really, how did you do it?
CHARLIE: uh, do what.
DICK: you broke the unbreakable. What's the thought process. Walk me through it and ix-nay the jargon.
CHARLIE: Um. Nothing's unbreakable, really. Nothing's safe if you poke at it long enough.
DICK: nothing's safe, I like that. But that isn't what I'm asking, Charlie. Your spark, it's one in a million. Believe me, but when you've got it, you invent guns and iPads and viruses and holy crap you can be crafty, what is that, Charlie? Because I can feed every fact in your brain to someone else, and they still wouldn't be able to be you.
CHARLIE: I guess you can't clone me.
DICK: don't think that doesn't piss me off. [is phone rings.] Yes. Fantastic. bring it up to my office, I'll be right there. I think we're on to something here. Stay here, will ya? I'll be back in two shakes.
[of course, as soon as he's gone Charlie makes a run for it. meanwhile, the bomb the Winchesters planted explodes, and Dick orders the building to lock down before Charlie can make it to the main entrance. Dick and "Pete" are coming for her, and Bobby loses it, trying to break the doors, then throwing "Pete" off-balance and charging at Dick. He knocks him against the wall as the Winchesters break in. Charlie's arm is broken, but she still comes to her senses first.]
CHARLIE: Dean, he's one of them! [referring to "Pete", who gets swiftly doused with Borax. Sam decks the security guard and picks Charlie up.]
DICK: that would explain it. You're hanging with the wrong crowd, kiddo.
[Dick moves to attack them, but Bobby interrupts again, throwing him against a wall. Momentarily, he becomes visible, and Sam and Dean realize what's happening.]
DICK: all right, enough. Show yourself. Let's do this like real monsters. Ahahaha! you gotta do that again. That tickled.
SAM: Dean, come on, come on!
[they run for it, make a getaway in their car. Charlie is in the back seat, in shock.]
DEAN: Charlie, talk to us. You okay?
CHARLIE: no? Why didn't you kill him?
SAM: because we can't, yet. But we will.
CHARLIE: the really evil ones always need a special sword. ...oh. okay. I'm gonna...pass out now.
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[cut to the three at the bus terminal, Charlie sporting a sling.]
CHARLIE: I left your dumb flask on the backseat, by the way. Worst good luck charm ever.
DEAN: [hands her her bag] There you go.
CHARLIE: thanks.
SAM: so listen, um...we can't thank you enough.
CHARLIE: actually, you can. Never contact me again. Like, ever. Deal?
[they shake.]
SAM: Deal.
DEAN: keep your head down out there, okay.
CHARLIE: this isn't the first time I've disappeared. You think my name is really Charlie Bradbury? Please. So...good luck saving the world. Peace out, bitches.
DEAN: she's kind of like the little sister I never wanted.