Red Right Hand: I'M IN THE LAB
*He is not a secret agent. Not at all.

 

I'M IN THE LAB

You would think that between staffing season meetings and the upfronts news and the cancellation of Marvel's best super-hero comic, I'd have something to post about.

Nah. I'm busy. I'm working on shit.

Why aren't you - you know - working on shit?


  • FRANK
  • Hi, this is Frank over at St. Claire’s. Is Walter Bishop there?
  • INTERCUT:
  • INT. WALTER’S LAB - NIGHT
  • ASTRID’s doing some filework. The lab is dark, except for the glow of her flatscreen monitor. Handset lodged in the crook of her neck. Too busy to stop working.
  • ASTRID
  • No, I’m afraid he’s not in right now. Is there anything wrong?
  • FRANK
  • So he’s not dead or nothing?
  • ASTRID
  • No. Of course not.
  • FRANK
  • When was the last time you saw him?
  • ASTRID
  • A few hours ago.
  • FRANK
  • So he could be? He could be dead now?
  • Okay, now she'll stop working.
  • ASTRID
  • What’s going on?
  • FRANK
  • I think I thought I saw his ghost or something.
  • Off Astrid; weirded and worried.


By the way, Glee. Dug it. Feel a little dirty about that.
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