EXT. PARKING LOT. DAY.
Peter sat on the hood of his car and waited, idly flipping through the script in his hands, glancing up between pages whenever a car pulled into the lot. He had parked off in the corner of the studio parking lot but had a good view of the entrance so he could watch each vehicle as it pulled in. Quite a few people had already arrived. A lot of them had headed over to the Homestead set, a few he recognized as his now co-workers on Crocodiles in Space.
With his first day on set to look forward to, he still hadn’t read through the entire script. He had tried…well, at any rate he told Matt he had tried, but he certainly hadn’t tried very hard. He glanced up as a convertible sped into the lot and parked on the far side from him. He recognized Evelyn Martin as she stepped out of the car and pushed her sunglasses onto the top of her head.
Ever the drama queen, he commented wryly to himself. As she walked around the rear of her car she seemed to glance in his direction. He could almost have sworn she nodded a greeting.
Evelyn Martin… she seemed like a life time ago. He tried to search his memory for the last time he had spoken to her. What was the name of that film they’d done together? He sighed and shook his head mentally. It wasn’t important. But it did have to be better than this shlock, he thought dryly as he turned his attention back to the script.
Captain Karl Wraith uses the flame thrower to keep the crocodiles at bay as Simon arms the bomb. Keeping under the reach of the flames a crocodile manages to crawl up to Karl and grabs the flame thrower between its teeth, pulling it out of Karl’s hands.
Karl punches the crocodile, just before a second one manages to hit Karl with its tail, sending him to the floor.
Karl fumbles for his gun but before he can move blaster shots hit the crocodile. Simon is standing, blaster drawn. He pulls Karl to his feet and the two make for the exit. As they reach the hallway Karl slams the door shut behind them and hits the lock.
Simon hands him the detonator.
Let’s blow these crocs out of here!
INT. HANGER. CONTINOUS.
A huge explosive fireball consumes the hanger, engulfing everything.
INT. HALLWAY. CONTINOUS.
As the explosion dies away Karl and Simon exchange glances and then look through the door’s window into the hanger. There’s a large gaping hole in one side of the room letting out into deep space. The crocodiles have been blown through it. They float motionless in space for moment. Simon and Karl share a look of triumphant and then…
The crocodiles slowly start to move, swimming through space, back towards the hanger deck.
They seem to be in denial of your plan Captain.
“Oh brother….” Peter groaned. “Just when I think it can’t get any worse, they throw in a Nile pun.”
He heard a car pull in and he glanced up. He let out a sigh of relief and smiled. He tossed the script aside and stood up. He took a deep breath, quickly ran through the conversation he had prepared in his head and then walked across the lot towards the parking space the car had pulled into. He reached it just as Holly got out of the driver’s seat.
“Peter,” she smiled up at him. “Hey. First day of work for you isn’t it?”
“Yes. Very important. Someone has to fight those evil space-travel-inclined crocodiles.”
“Well I’m glad it’s been entrusted to reliable hands,” said Holly.
Peter smiled at her and then remembering the plan he had laid out for the conversation changed the subject. “How was the party this weekend?”
“Oh,” Holly seemed to blush a little, but he couldn’t be sure. “It was fun. I had a very nice time.” There was something about her answer that Peter didn’t quite like but he couldn’t figure out exactly what it was.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t go with you,” he continued.
“That’s okay. Don’t worry about it. I did ended up going alone but I had a really nice time, it wasn’t a problem.”
“Still, I would have liked to have gone with you.” Peter cleared his throat and pressed on. “Anyways, I was wondering if you’d like to go for a cup of coffee later today?”
“Yes. I thought maybe sometime in the afternoon, when we both have a break. There’s a coffeehouse on the lot you know. About ten minutes’ walk from here. It’d be nice to just talk…in some place that isn’t a parking lot or an alley.”
Holly laughed. “I’d really like that. I think my schedule has a break around three.”
“Why don’t I meet you here at three then?”
“Okay. I look forward to it.”
Peter nodded, and then Holly glanced at her watch and excused herself, leaving him to watch as she walked off. He should have gone to the party with her, he had been blaming himself for that all weekend. He should have taken the chance, and spent the time in her company. But he had coffee… and well, so far so good. It was a start.