Stroke of Twelve Episode One
(Lilian Duuvan is standing outside of a house, writing on a clipboard. A woman is sobbing in the doorway. An officer, Fredrik Graves, walks by.)
Lilian: Talk to me, Graves.
Fredrik: It looks to me like the motive was money. Our prime suspect is the brother.
Lilian: Alright, get the brother down to the station for questioning.
(Toby is watching in his bedroom. He’s set up binoculars and some kind of listening device.)
Toby: (Amused and frustrated) The brother? Really? How stupid can you get?
(He stuffs a bunch of photographs into a bag and runs out of the room. Toby’s mother, Gwen, is watching the news, agast. She notices Toby run by.)
Gwen: Toby? Where are you going?
Toby: Just to the police station, I’ll be back before midnight!
Gwen: Tobias, absolutely not! There was a murder in our neighborhood! Go back to bed this instant!
Toby: Okay, see you later, love you, buh bye! (He’s outside in a flash, hopping onto his bike.)
Toby: (scoffing, amused) The brother.
(Scene change. He pulls up to the station and stumbles off his bike. An officer on break outside snickers at him, but Toby doesn’t notice. He runs inside. Lilian is behind a desk.)
Toby: Officer Duuvan.
Lilian: Hello? Oh, I’m sorry. We’re not doing tours right now. We’ve got some pretty danger-
(Toby interjects, pulling out pictures and laying them on the desk)
Toby: You’re wrong about Derec Green’s murderer. It’s not his brother. It’s the mailman, Jebidiah Thorup. Derec put him out of work seven months ago when -
(Now Lilian interrupts)
Lilian: So you’re the Tomson kid. They said I’d hear from you sooner or later. Apparently most of my department is afraid to be rude to a kid, but I’m not. We’re busy, and I’m only going to say this once. Buzz off.
Toby: But, I’ve got all the evidence right here.
Lilian: Leave detective work to the grown-ups, kid.
(Scene change. Carly Kilroe is driving in a city setting, stuck in awful traffic. Isabelle is sitting in the front seat, on her phone. Frey is in the back, starting to draw something on a sketchbook.)
Carly: Come on, people! Move! The light’s green for crying out loud.
Frey: (Sarcastic, dry) Wow, Mom. Maybe you need to honk more. Loud noises will totally dissolve the traffic. I wonder why no one’s thought of it before?
Carly: (Composing herself) I know it’s different, but we’re going to have to get used to it. There just wasn’t any more work for me in Ruralsburg.
Frey: I get it, but, seriously. Does the phrase ‘happy medium’ mean nothing? Can’t you join a police force in a suburb, maybe?
Carly: New Yorkadelphia has the highest crime rate in America, Frey. It’s perfect. (Suddenly noticing a car in front of her) Turn signals, people! Turn signals! I’m a registered cop!
(Scene change. Carly is on the phone in the background.)
Carly: Yeah, we just got here. We’re dealing with the sleeping bags now. Yep. I’m going to the station in the morning and the kids are going to start school.
(The family is in a small house, filled with boxes. Belle is unpacking stuff. Frey sits in a corner and works on her drawing. Belle tosses a sleeping bag at Frey.)
Belle: Come on, Frey. Help out. It’s almost midnight and we’re going to have to wake up early tomorrow.
(Camera zooms in on Frey's sketchbook. On it is a demon rising above the city, which is crumbling and burning. Scene change. Nigel sits in a padded room, eyes closed. Clocks can be heard in the background. Suddenly everything goes silent and his eyes open.)
Nigel: (Ominous, almost afraid, almost excited) It’s beginning.
(To be continued! Credits)