EXT: SOMEWHERE IN WALES, NOVEMBER
Travis stands around on an icy planet, in arctic clothing, his face unprotected.
Off-screen, the vampire crew member from Episode 8 is escorted out of the building for refusing to change in the female changing room, and replaced by a new actress.
She puts on the black S&M suit and approaches Travis.
‘Sir, we have located their position.’
‘One. But he often turns his back so we should be able to subdue him.’
‘Good. Go and do that.’
‘What about you, Sir?’
‘I’m going back to the set canteen. Call me when you’re ready.’
The vamp turns to leave, pauses then rotates back.
‘What is it?’
‘I don’t want to speak out of place, Sir, but…’
‘You think my plan is convoluted.’
‘You’re afraid that I’m becoming one note…always relying on traps instead of being more offensive.’
‘It’s not that, Sir. I just don’t understand why we can’t shoot Blake when he comes to the cave.’
‘It will be explained in later dialogue.’
‘Yes, I’ve read the script. But why don’t we make a Blake robot and send that back to the Liberator? Then we can either catch or kill the real one when he comes here.’
Travis rubs his eyepatch, glances at the director.
‘Rant…’ mouths the director.
Travis nods. ‘Blake…I despise him, I will kill him, I will talk about him in my sleep…I will have him pushed into new galaxies and kill him there too…call his house at weird hours, label him a peasant, threaten his perm…’ Continue reading