"Pilot": 10-05-08

INT. RAYNES KITCHEN - MORNING

Thad is seated at the table. He is reading through a magazine of some kind. Scott enters the scene. He notices Thad at the table, but says nothing. He grabs a mug from the counter, checks it to make sure it is clean, and then walks over to the coffee maker.

He reacts with relief when he realizes the coffee is fresh and pours a cup. He sips at it carefully and then begins to rummage for something to eat.

THAD
(without looking)
You're up late.

SCOTT
Late for what?

THAD
Just late . . . for you.

SCOTT
(shrugs)
Overslept. Rough night.

THAD
Must have been some nightmares.

Scott freezes for a moment.

SCOTT
Why do you say that?

THAD
(finally looks at Scott)
I could hear you.

Scott looks away quickly.

There is a lengthy awkward pause. Scott starts to rummage around for something to eat.

THAD
(evenly)
I'd be the last one to give you advice about women, Scott.

SCOTT
(faint laugh)
No you wouldn't.

THAD
(clearly not amused)
Okay. Then advice about this woman.

Thad's expression reflects sharper emotions than his words convey.

SCOTT
(calm, but sharply)
What the hell do you have against her anyway? (stares at Thad) You can't stand that I've found someone who actually makes me happy.

THAD
For now.

SCOTT
What do you mean?

THAD
You know what I mean. You just don't want to admit it.

SCOTT
(with suppressed anger)
Admit what?

THAD
Fine. Act stupid if you want. I'm not the one who's going to get hurt.

Scott looks like he wants to argue, but decides to keep silent.

THAD (CONT'D)
I don't know what she tells you after she's screwed you, but in the end, you're going to lose.

Scott's eyes narrow as he stares at Thad.

THAD (CONT'D)
You can't tell me that you really believe that when it comes time that she'll choose you over her crew?

Scott stares at Thad for a moment and then down toward the ground, his expression trying to mask his swirling emotions.

DISSOLVE TO:

"Pilot": 10-04-08

INT. RAYNES LIBRARY – NIGHT

A few hours have passed. Scott is mildly intoxicated, but not really drunk. Devereux appears to be in slightly better shape. Scott's expression and body language seems much more relaxed than it did earlier.

SCOTT
(yawns)
I really should get some sleep.

DEVEREUX
(smiles)
Good idea. I'll walk with you.

Scott rises and turns off the light. There is enough reflected light from outside to see by.

Scott and Devereux walk the short distance down the hallway to Scott's suite. Devereux turns to leave.

SCOTT
Good night, Christine.

DEVEREUX
Good night, Scott.

Devereux smiles and turns away.

SCOTT
Christine?

DEVEREUX
(frowns)
Yes?

When Scott does not answer, she steps back toward him.

SCOTT
(barely audible)
I . . .

Scott leans forward and kisses Devereux.

Devereux reacts stiffly for a moment.

DEVEREUX
(quietly, gently)
Scott . . .

Scott reaches up, running a hand through her hair.

SCOTT
Hasn't anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?

Devereux remains still, not at all certain how to respond. While she hesitates, Scott kisses her again.

After a moment, Devereux relaxes into it, participating fully.

DEVEREUX
(whispers)
Scott . . .

They kiss again, moving through the open doorway. For a moment, they are silhouetted in the doorway.

The door closes slowly.

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INT. SCOTT'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

There is no lighting in the room. Everything is shown in shadows and reflected light as they undress each other.

It is not clear who pushes who onto the bed . . .

DISSOLVE TO:

"Pilot": 10-03-08

INT. RAYNES LIBRARY – NIGHT

Establishing shot of library. Only a single lamp illuminates a large chair where Scott sits. He holds a book on his lap and there is a half-finished drink on the small table at his side.

Devereux moves into frame. She is shadowed, but there is enough light to let us know it is her. She is moving quietly, but not so softly that she might startle Scott.

DEVEREUX
(half-humorously, half-seriously)
Do you always drink alone?

SCOTT
(smiles)
Only when I can't sleep. (beat) Everyone else still working?

DEVEREUX
Only Hope. (smiles) Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever seen her sleep.

SCOTT
(with a faint smile)
You would know.

Devereux returns his smile. She studies him for a moment.

DEVEREUX
(softly)
Nightmares?

Scott stares at her for a moment, saying nothing. He closes the book in his lap.

SCOTT
(quietly)
Sometimes.

Devereux quietly pulls one of the other chairs, placing it facing him. She sits down.

DEVEREUX
(gently)
I know.

SCOTT
(studies her)
You know everything, don't you? (swallows) Everything that happened?

Devereux nods, keeping her eyes on Scott's face.

Scott looks away, picks up the drink, but only toys with it.

SCOTT (CONT'D)
I guess the future's a better place?

DEVEREUX
(faint smile)
You might be surprised.

Her expression grows distant for a moment as memories come to her.

SCOTT
Let me guess, you can't tell me without changing the future.

DEVEREUX
(looks at Scott)
It's not something I talk about anyway.

Scott takes a drink.

SCOTT
That bad?

DEVEREUX
(nods)
That bad. (looks at Scott) Special Ops. I was a Lieutenant on a search and rescue mission that went bad--very bad.

SCOTT
Did they blame you?

DEVEREUX
(shakes her head slowly)
No. But the inquiry afterward wasn't pretty.

SCOTT
But you still ended up in command of a ship . . .

DEVEREUX
(chuckles softly)
The Emerald Flight isn't exactly the flagship of the fleet.

Scott stares at Devereux, wondering if he has managed to say something wrong.

SCOTT
Seems like a good crew, though.

DEVEREUX
(smiles)
The best.

They share a quiet moment of companionable silence. The quiet becomes awkward.

SCOTT
(rising)
So much for manners. (taps his glass) Would you like one?

DEVEREUX
(smiles)
Please.

Scott removes a bottle from a nearby cabinet, along with a glass. He drops a few ice cubes into the glass and then pours the drink.

SCOTT
It's not the best stuff. (hands her the drink) But it's several notches above the stuff we used to sneak into the dorm.

Scott returns to the chair.

SCOTT (CONT'D)
(raises his glass)
To good crews . . .

Devereux raises her glass in kind and then takes a quick sip. Her expression displays mild surprise that the drink is not as bad as she was expecting.

SCOTT (CONT'D)
(smiles)
Sorry. We seem to be out of little pink umbrellas.

Devereux chuckles. She takes another drink and then leans forward slightly.

DEVEREUX
(softly, gently)
Scott . . . tell me about it.

Scott looks at her carefully.

SCOTT
Professional curiosity?

DEVEREUX
Personal.

Medium reaction shot of Scott.

SCOTT
(hesitantly)
You know the story.

DEVEREUX
I know the official version. I want to hear yours.

SCOTT
(swallows, takes a drink)
It's pretty much as reported. We walked into an ambush. (grimaces) I should have known better . . .

DISSOLVE TO:

"Pilot": 10-02-08

INT. HALLWAY – NIGHT

Scott opens a closet and starts pulling out sets of mismatched blankets and sheets.

THAD (O.S.)
What? You're not just having her share your room?

Scott turns and glares at Thad.

SCOTT
What the hell is your problem? (breathes) I know you don't trust them, but you're acting all . . . all . . . weird.

Thad stares at Scott for a moment before answering.

THAD
Okay. Yeah. I'm pissed off.

SCOTT
(nods)
I've got that. What I don't understand is why.

THAD
I told you before.

Scott looks hard at Thad for a moment.

SCOTT
It's more than that.

Thad meets Scott's look for only a moment before looking away.

THAD
(slightly defiant)
I don't want to see you get hurt, okay?

Scott looks at Thad for a long moment. His expression is unreadable. He is not angry.

SCOTT
(quietly, tightly)
I'm a big boy, bro. I'll manage.

THAD
(softly)
Yeah.

Scott holds out some of the sheets to Thad. Thad looks at Scott's eyes for a moment and then down at the offered sheets.

THAD (CONT'D)
They'd better do their own laundry.

SCOTT
Would you settle for them doing the dishes?

THAD
(nods with a small smile)
Sure. But they'd better not break anything.

SCOTT
(chuckles)
No promises.

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INT. RAYNES COMMON ROOM – NIGHT

The two couches have been opened and partially prepared for sleeping.

Thad, Janusae, and Elizabeth are in various places in the background. Scott and Devereux are standing close, talking.

SCOTT
I think that's everything. (nods toward hallway) There's a shower in that bathroom there. Towels are underneath the sink.

DEVEREUX
(smiles)
Thank you.

Scott smiles at her awkwardly.

SCOTT
I guess I'll head off then. I'll see you (laughs softly) later.

DEVEREUX
(nods, smiling gently)
I'm going to check on Hope first. (beat) Good night, Scott.

SCOTT
Good night.

Scott exits the common area. Thad follows him, but not before taking a quick, concerned glance behind him.

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"Pilot": 10-01-08

INT. RAYNES WORKSHOP

Montage of scenes showing Scott, Devereux, Elizabeth, Janusae, and Hope working on various parts of the prototype drive. Thad contributes as well, but mostly works alone.

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INT. RAYNES WORKSHOP

Elizabeth is helping Scott work on a component. Her coordination seems slightly clumsy. Scott appears slightly unfocused as well.

Elizabeth drops the tool she is using. She appears more tired than angry. She reaches for the fallen tool, but Scott retrieves it for her.

SCOTT
(smiles)
Here. Take a break.

Elizabeth glances toward Devereux. Devereux looks back toward Scott. A faint smile crosses his lips.

SCOTT (CONT'D)
I don't know about anyone else, but I'm starving.

Thad stands and stretches.

THAD
Me too. Kind of late to make anything. (checks clock) And I think almost everything is closed.

There is a brief pause.

SCOTT
What about the stuff Lady P sent over?

THAD
(brightens)
Brownies for dinner? I'm there.

Scott gives Thad a mock glare.

Devereux gives a quiet laugh.

DEVEREUX
I'll help.

SCOTT
(smiles)
Sure.

Thad watches Scott and Devereux leave the workshop with an uneasy look.

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INT. RAYNES KITCHEN – NIGHT

Scott is pulling things out of the refrigerator. Devereux takes items from him and places them on the counter. She seems mildly perplexed by the kitchen appliances and gadgets around her.

Scott pauses, still holding the door to refrigerator open.

SCOTT
What about Hope? Does she eat--what?

DEVEREUX
(frowns and smiles)
She'll be fine. She'll have something . . . later.

SCOTT
(playfully)
She doesn't eat mice or something like that, does she?

DEVEREUX
(half-seriously)
Not exactly.

Scott looks quizzically at Devereux, but lets it pass. He retrieves something else from the inside of the refrigerator.

SCOTT
(nods toward oven)
Want to set that to three fifty for the lasagna?

Devereux follows Scott's look. She peers at the controls on the oven for a moment before Scott realizes that she has no idea how to do it. He laughs gently.

SCOTT (CONT'D)
Too primitive?

DEVEREUX
(smiles)
Too complicated.

SCOTT
I suppose you don't have to cook food in your century?

DEVEREUX
We do, but not on the ship. It's mostly self-heating packs.

SCOTT
How . . . convenient.

Scott reaches past Devereux and sets the oven the for the desired temperature.

DEVEREUX
(laughs)
Boring, actually. Every variety of the same food tastes pretty much the same. (beat) Something homemade is a very rare treat.

SCOTT
Maybe Lady P can send something back with you.

DEVEREUX
(slight smile)
Maybe.

Scott spreads some items on the counter.

SCOTT
I guess we can start with cheese and crackers as an appetizer. (grimaces slightly) I didn't exactly shop with a dinner party in mind.

DEVEREUX
It's okay. (smiles at Scott) This I think I can handle.

Devereux reaches for a knife and a block of cheese.

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INT. RAYNES KITCHEN – NIGHT

Scott, Thad, Devereux, Elizabeth, and Janusae are standing around the kitchen area munching on cheese, crackers, and bread. Thad stands slightly away from the others, Janusae keeps glancing toward him. Thad notices, but tries to ignore it.

There is the faint murmur of conversation. The mood seems genial, but it is also evident from postures and gestures that everyone is tired, on the edge of giddiness.

The timer sounds from the oven.

SCOTT
I've got it.

Scott moves toward the oven under the watchful eyes of both Devereux and Thad.
Scott removes the lasagna from the oven, smiling appreciatively.

SCOTT (CONT'D)
Thank god for Lady P.

Scott places the tray on the counter.

SCOTT (CONT'D)
Seats, plates, silverware. You know the drill.

Everyone files past Scott, picking up a plate and silverware. Janusae slows the line slightly by carefully studying each of her pieces. Elizabeth nudges her gently. Devereux barely suppresses a smile. Thad looks on with mild annoyance.

After a few moments of minor chaos, everyone is seated on the table with a filled plate. The mood seems generally upbeat, even with an undercurrent of everyone being tired.

ELIZABETH
Definitely not reprocessed food.

DEVEREUX
(laughs quietly)
Definitely not.

SCOTT
Reprocessed? As in . . . (shudders)

DEVEREUX
(nods)
You get used to it. (smiles) And you don't think about it--much. There's not a supply depot in every star system after all.

Scott laughs, and then he stares at her with a faraway, thoughtful expression. Devereux tries not to notice.

DEVEREUX (CONT'D)
I think we made some good progress today. Don't you think so, Thad?

Thad appears started that Devereux would address him directly. He shrugs in response.

THAD
Some.

Devereux frowns at Thad's response. Near her, Scott unsuccessfully tries to stifle a yawn. Devereux notices and give him a quick smile.

DEVEREUX
It has been a long day. (beat) We might be better off to get some sleep and start fresh again in the morning.

SCOTT
(waves vaguely)
I'll be fine. (smiles) We just need some coffee.

DEVEREUX
(smiles)
Maybe, but we need sleep more.

Scott laughs softly and then nods slightly.

SCOTT
You guys--ladies--can crash here on the couch. They both fold out.

Scott seems slightly awkward as he makes this offer. Thad stares at him with disguised irritation. Devereux notices and looks ready to refuse Scott's offer.

ELIZABETH
It is late, Captain.

Janusae looks on eagerly.

DEVEREUX
If you're sure it's all right.

Scott senses Thad's expression, but ignores it.

SCOTT
It is. (beat) Of course, we can't match Lady P for breakfast.

DEVEREUX
(laughs)
I think we can manage. (beat) As long as there's coffee . . .

SCOTT
That we have. (rises) Let me find some sheets and stuff.

Scott exits the kitchen. Thad follows him.

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