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FADE IN:
9 EXT. CITY STREET. NIGHT. 9
Twist is buying herself a hot dog from a street vendor while
Chris stands a few feet away. Twist wanders over, wafting the
hot dog under Chris' nose with a grin.
CHRIS
(waves it away)
Yes, very clever. You still like to
eat. Consider me impressed.
TWIST
And you know the best thing? These
have tasted better ever since I got
turned. Must be one of those
'enhanced vampire senses' things I
hear so much about!
CHRIS
When you're quite through
shovelling that processed rubbish
down your neck, we have some actual
work.
TWIST
Clue me in, Clouseau.
CHRIS
Our plan for tomorrow night is
going to involve engaging a large
number of hostile targets. And for
that, we're going to need a little
support from the rights kinds of
people.
TWIST
Rolling out the big guns, huh?
CHRIS
Exactly. And there are several
places in this city to find them,
if you know where to look. Consider
this your next lesson - how to get
the things you need.
10 INT. NAOMI'S COFFEE HOUSE. NIGHT. 10
We're in a small, old style coffee house, its warm
furnishings far removed from the average Starbucks.
Behind the counter set against one wall is NAOMI, the owner,
busy at the cappuccino machine.
TWIST
A coffee shop? What are we gonna
do, scald our victims to death?
CHRIS
Rule number seventeen in an
increasingly lengthy list: things
are rarely what they seem.
Chris walks up to the counter - up close we see Naomi is a
slim, pretty woman in her early thirties, with long, wavy
dark hair. She turns round, a full cup of coffee in her
hands, and smiles broadly when she sees Chris.
NAOMI
Hey, stranger!
CHRIS
Hello, Naomi. Sorry I haven't been
round in a while.
NAOMI
Oh, I know how it is, always off
fighting monsters and saving
damsels, that kind of thing, right?
CHRIS
Something like that. Naomi, I'd
like you to meet Twist.
Chris ushers Twist forward, and Naomi wipes her hands clean
before offering one to Twist.
NAOMI
Hi!
TWIST
Um, hey.
CHRIS
Twist is, for want of a better
word, my new partner. We met about
a week ago, I've just been showing
her the ropes.
Twist shakes Naomi's hand, but frowns as she realises Naomi
isn't letting go. Naomi's expression changes, her brow
creasing with concentration, and Twist throws a worried look
to Chris. He just nods back.
CHRIS (cont'd)
It's alright, Twist. Naomi's a
reader, let her do her thing.
NAOMI
So much… so much pain! Trapped
inside… they wouldn't let you
leave… made you watch them die
again and again…
Naomi GASPS and breaks away, pressing a hand to her head as
she catches her breath. Twist backs away, spooked.
TWIST
Alright, what the hell was that all
about, Madame JuJu?
NAOMI
Whoo! Sorry… You've got a lot of
stuff up in that noggin of yours,
Twist, that's for sure! Chris,
you're certainly going to have your
hands full with this one…
CHRIS
Way ahead of you. What did you see?
NAOMI
Well, your new friend here's seen a
lot of pain and suffering for
somebody so young. She spent a long
time in a very dark, very evil
place…
TWIST
(sarcastic)
Yeah, but once I left school,
things got much better…
NAOMI
But there was something else… I
couldn't tell you what exactly, but
this girl's got a lot ahead of her.
Naomi takes Twist's hands in her own with a benign smile.
NAOMI (cont'd)
You take good care of him for me,
sweetheart. There's a lot of good
in you, I can feel it.
TWIST
Uh… okay.
Naomi lets Twist go and wipes away a tear from her eye,
chuckling as she starts readying another coffee.
NAOMI
Heh, sorry! I always get a little
teary when I read someone like
that.
CHRIS
We'd best get moving, we've got a
few places to hit this evening.
NAOMI
No problem. See you soon!
Chris turns to leave, but Naomi calls back out to him.
NAOMI (cont'd)
Oh, Chris! Here.
She hands over the two coffees, sealed in cardboard cups.
NAOMI (cont'd)
It's getting cold, you two could
use these. On the house, same as
always.
Chris nods and smiles his thanks, and they exit. Naomi
watches them with a smile.
11 EXT. CITY STREET. NIGHT. 11
Chris sips his coffee as they take a turn down towards a
quiet industrial estate.
TWIST
Right. Just going to go on the
record and say that was very
definitely A Spooky Thing. Who the
hell was that chick anyway? Some
kind of crazy coffee-making
psychic?
CHRIS
Pretty much, yes. Readers like
Naomi can see a little into a
person's past, present and future
when they touch them. I could have
taken her an article of your
clothing, but the reading is always
better in person.
Twist blinks as she tries to take all this in, and then takes
a sip of coffee, reacting as she drinks it.
TWIST
Damn, this is good! What'd she put
in this, crack?
CHRIS
Special ingredient. Naomi has a
witch working in her kitchens, puts
a shot of magical goodness into
every cup.
TWIST
You know, I really think I've been
missing out all these years… so
what's up next?
CHRIS
We find you a weapon of choice.
12 INT. FERRY - DECK. NIGHT. 12
We pan across the deck of the ship as it sails through the
evening - but this time, the deck is empty. Empty at first,
for as we pan, we start to see dead, twisted bodies littering
the deck. The unfortunate crew of the ship have fallen foul
of the Smoker's men, and are now just so much dead weight.
13 INT. FERRY - CABIN. NIGHT. 13
A bulky demon, comically wearing the Captain's hat perched
awkwardly on his head, mans the rudder, the actual captain
being slumped dead across the console.
SMOKER (O.S.)
And you couldn't have held your
appetites in for another hour until
we reached the harbour?
(beat)
Never mind. Just do your best to
keep the ship running and hope I
don't have to come down there
looking for you.
There is the sound of a phone receiver slamming down, before
the Smoker steps into the foreground, his back to us and a
hooded cloak obscuring him from view.
SMOKER (cont'd)
You just can't find the help these
days… and even when you do, they
have a tendency to eat each other!
(to demon)
And will you take off that
ridiculous hat! Who do you think
you are, Captain Ahab?
The Smoker snatches the hat away and stomps off screen.
14 INT. MALL - SPORTS STORE. NIGHT. 14
We're looking into a spacious sporting goods store, dark just
like the rest of the closed mall outside. There is a loud
THUNK and a display tips over, spilling footballs all across
the floor.
TWIST
Ouch! Stupid display board…
The display RATTLES as it is kicked.
CHRIS
Twist! Honestly, I've never met a
clumsy vampire before now but
you're doing your best to make up
for it…
TWIST
Well, maybe if the lights were on,
I could see what I was doing!
CLICK. The lights come up, and we see the inside of the store
properly. Chris and Twist are standing in the middle of the
baseball section, with a wall lined with dozens of bats
before us. Twist looks up at the lights.
TWIST (cont'd)
How'd you do that?
CHRIS
Magic. Okay, Twist, this is the
last thing to do tonight. Find the
one you want and then we're out of
here.
TWIST
Isn't this kind of like stealing?
CHRIS
It's actually a lot like stealing.
The two share a grin as Twist steps up to the display, and
'Weapon of Choice' by Fatboy Slim starts to play.
Twist rubs her hands together and walks along the display,
finally settling on a sleek black bat. She lifts it up and
kneels, holding it in the air reverently.
TWIST
There she is… Excalibur!
CHRIS
Is that the one you want?
Twist stands, taking a few practice swings to try it out.
TWIST
Think so… can we have a field test?
CHRIS
Be my guest. This store's owned by
a local crook, so any collateral
damage earns you extra brownie
points.
With a grin, Twist gleefully starts smashing up every display
in sight - video walls, sports gear, the works.
15 INT. FERRY - HOLD. NIGHT. 15
We're walking down a set of steps inside the bowels of the
ship, passing a few other human grunts before coming to a
pressure door. Hands, one holding a cigar, reach out and turn
the circular door handle, shoving it open.
16 INT. FERRY - ROOM. NIGHT. 16
A terrified family huddle together as the Smoker shines a
torch towards them. There is a father, his wife and two kids,
arms around each other, shaking in fear. The father raises
his arm to shield his eyes from the light. All of the family
show signs of rough treatment.
FATHER
What do you want?!? Why are you
keeping us here?
SMOKER
Could you keep it down? There are
other terrified, kidnapped families
down here, I don't want you making
them any more scared!
(beat)
Although, it would be quite funny…
FATHER
You're going to have to get through
me before you lay one scaly damn
finger on my kids!
SMOKER
(beat)
Suit yourself.
BLAM! The Father's eyes widen, and with a gulp he keels over
backwards, a red gunshot wound on his chest. His wife and
kids start screaming as the Smoker laughs.
SMOKER (cont'd)
What sweet music they make, these
creatures of the light… Ta ta!
The door is closed again, leaving us in the darkness with
only the cries of the rest of the family for company.
17 EXT. CITY STREET. NIGHT. 17
Twist, jet black baseball bat over her shoulder, price tag
still hanging from it, walks alongside Chris as the two pass
a sign that reads 'Docks.'
TWIST
(in TV commercial voice)
DeMarini 2005 DXVXW wooden baseball
bats are maple/hickory composite
for unmatched feel and durability.
This minus 2 drop bat is BESR
certified, and has a 2.5/8 inch pro
maple barrel and a composite
handle. And more importantly, it
matches my outfit!
CHRIS
Glad to see you know your bats!
TWIST
Me and this bat are going to have
some good times. I can feel it in
my bones. Speaking of which, when
do I get to break some? Are we
going to set up this ambush of
yours at last?
CHRIS
Yes, we are. If Benjamin was right,
Malkuth should be arriving at the
docks on board the ferry
'Routledge' in about twenty
minutes. Which gives us time to get
into position.
TWIST
Tell me more about this Malkuth
guy, then. I swear I've heard that
name before. Didn't you two-
CHRIS
Twist. Remember how you said you
were never going to tell me what
happened to you in that Private
Hell Chamber?
TWIST
Yeah, so?
CHRIS
Same logic applies here. Malkuth
has to be stopped, and that's all
you need to know.
TWIST
Cryptic, aren't we? Why don't you
try talking in riddles or rhyming
couplets too, really bump up the
'man of mystery' angle for me?
Jeez, you're like Bowie in
'Labyrinth,' although mercifully
minus the tights…
Chris doesn't answer, he just keeps walking on. Twist slows
down and sighs.
TWIST (cont'd)
Okay, I'll keep quiet. But the
first thing we do after this is
find somebody to give you a sense
of humour!
CHRIS (O.S.)
I had one once - didn't much care
for it.
18 EXT. DOCKS. NIGHT. 18
We're looking at three long, black cars waiting by the edge
of the dockside warehouses as a fourth pulls up. The rear
door opens and Forbes steps out, scanning the area. Several
more black-suited men stand around, armed with both guns and
swords. Forbes approaches the closest suit.
FORBES
Is he here yet?
SUIT #1
Not yet, sir. Another fifteen
minutes. We've got his ship on
radar, it's on final approach.
FORBES
Good. Is everyone in place?
SUIT #1
All teams are in position.
Forbes nods, grinning, and gets back into his car.
19 EXT. DOCKS - APPROACH. NIGHT. 19
We zoom across to the far side of the harbour and pick up
Chris and Twist, scurrying along behind cover. Chris looks
out towards Forbes' collection of cars and grins.
CHRIS
I knew old Forbes couldn't resist
an opportunity like this one…
TWIST
Isn't that the guy who killed
Benji?
CHRIS
Yes. Forbes is the head of one of
many rival crime families fighting
for control of this area. He's had
a beef with Malkuth for many years,
and Forbes probably thinks he can
get the drop on Malkuth tonight and
take care of the problem…
TWIST
I'm sensing a 'but' screaming into
play right about now…
CHRIS
But… they don't know we're here.
Chris gets up and heads towards the cars. Twist follows.
Chris climbs to the roof of one of the warehouses, moving
swiftly across it and pausing at the roof edge. He heaves at
a drainpipe and pulls it away, guiding it forward until it
lands neatly on top of a building opposite.
Chris balances on it and then slides down it, landing on the
opposite roof and beckoning for Twist to follow.
She's less certain but still makes it, landing with more of a
thump next to Chris. With a raised finger to urge her to be
quiet, he carries on.
Chris drops down silently between two buildings, ducking down
as a machine-gun toting suit walks past. Keeping to the
shadows, Chris silently stalks up behind the suit and grabs
him, one hand over his mouth as he drags him back out of
sight.
Twist pops her head round a moment later, and when Chris
reappears she starts forward, crouched down low.
20 EXT. DOCKS. NIGHT. 20
Twist is up close to Forbes' crew of cars now, and stays low,
out of sight, as the cars turn their lights off and the suits
hide themselves.
A distant FOGHORN blows as we see the huge black shape of the
ferry drifting towards us. Chris joins Twist, eyes on the
ship. They whisper.
TWIST
That's our boy incoming, right?
CHRIS
Yes. Stay hidden, we'll let Forbes
do the hard work for us. I don't
know what Malkuth's bringing with
him in terms of support, so we'll
let these goons soak up the fire.
TWIST
You're all heart, you know that?
CHRIS
They'd have done the same to us.
We pull back from those two and focus on the approaching
ship. It draws ever closer to the edge of the docks, slowing
down, but it's soon obvious that it isn't going to make a
conventional landing.
With a loud CRUNCH of splintering wood and metal, the brow of
the ship ploughs into the edge of the dock, using the harbour
itself as a brake, grinding to a halt in a cloud of dust.
All is silent for a moment, and we see Forbes' men start to
move into position, guns and weapons ready, when we hear an
engine REV, and then with a CREAK the bay doors at the front
of the ship start to open, pushing more timber out of the way
as it descends.
A handful of Forbes' men step out into the lights cast from
the ship, wondering where the engine noise is coming from,
when a pair of headlights FLARE out from inside the cargo
hold, and with another REV, a large truck blasts out from the
ship and onto the docks, scattering the suits and knocking a
handful down as it barrels out towards the exit.
The suits recover and open fire on the 18-wheeler, but with a
defiant blast of its air horn it drives on, SMASHING through
the exit gates in a shower of sparks.
Chris leaps to his feet and starts running, dragging Twist
with him.
TWIST
What the-
CHRIS
Come on! We have to catch that
truck!
They both duck as bullets ZING past them, Chris yanking Twist
out of the way as he heads for the roads nearby.
21 EXT. STREET. NIGHT. 21
Twist watches helplessly as the truck steams away up towards
the city centre, shouts from Forbes' remaining men echoing
round the docks behind them
TWIST
How are we gonna catch up with a
truck, exactly?
Chris races up to a parked Ford and smashes the driver's side
window, leaping inside and opening the other door for Twist.
He presses his hand to the steering wheel as she clambers
inside, and after a flash of purple light, the engine starts.
TWIST
Man, MacGyver would've killed for
that trick…
CHRIS
Hold on!
Chris drops it into gear and accelerates out of frame.
CUT TO BLACK:
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
22 EXT. CITY STREET. NIGHT. 22
We're looking at a busy intersection, cars waiting patiently
at the lights as other traffic filters past…
And then with another BLAST from the horn, the moment is
shattered as the truck cannons into frame, SMASHING cars out
of its way and ploughing onwards, leaving smoking wrecks in
its wake.
Moments later, the stolen car with Chris and Twist weaves
through the stricken vehicles, in hot pursuit.
23 INT. STOLEN CAR. NIGHT. 23
Chris grits his teeth and drives, dodging the traffic which
blurs past us as he accelerates towards the tanker ahead.
Twist is holding on for dear life.
TWIST
Give it some faster, pussycat!
CHRIS
Twist! I'm concentrating!
TWIST
Oh, come on. Tell me there isn't
some small part of you loving every
second of this!
Chris glances across at Twist, then sighs and nods.
TWIST (cont'd)
Man, I wish I had one of those
little Starsky & Hutch lights to
stick on the roof! So what do we do
when we catch it?
CHRIS
I'm still working on that part. Any
suggestions would be greatly
appreciated, as long as they don't
involve us both getting squashed!
TWIST
(thinks)
You ever see 'Speed'?
Chris throws her a puzzled look, as we:
24 INT. 18-WHEELER - RIG. NIGHT. 24
The same demon last seen steering the cargo ship is driving,
one hand sounding the air horn every few moments. He's
grinning broadly, clearly loving this, although the two GOONS
packed in there with him are less sure, growing more scared
by the second.
GOON #2
(points)
Look out!
There is a CRUNCH and the distant blare of car horns as the
rig shudders, but the Driver just laughs.
DRIVER
'Scuse me!
25 EXT. STREET. NIGHT. 25
Chris' car pulls up to the rear of the truck's container,
still dodging the odd car as Twist climbs out through the
passenger window. Chris pulls the car closer to the back of
the truck, and Twist reaches out for a ladder running up the
container.
Her fingers stretch out for it, and she grabs hold - just as
Chris is forced to SWERVE to avoid a slow-moving car, and
Twist is wrenched from the car, hanging by one hand from the
ladder.
She flails for a second before getting her other hand onto
the ladder, clambering up and onto the ledge next to the door
hinges. She sighs with relief.
Chris' car pulls closer and he leans out of the window,
tearing off the headrest of his seat and using it to wedge
the accelerator down.
The car hits the back of the truck with a CRUNCH, and in a
second Chris is out, running across the bonnet and hopping
onto the ledge opposite Twist. She gives him a thumbs up.
The car starts to drift away, finally slamming head-on into a
city bus coming the other way and EXPLODING. They watch as it
crashes back to earth, scattering traffic all around.
TWIST
(shouts over noise)
Let's hope their insurance covers
Acts Of Chris, huh?
CHRIS
Get the door controls!
Twist looks down, and grabs the yellow control box that opens
the container doors.
CHRIS (cont'd)
Unlock it, and then on three, we go
in, okay?
TWIST
Okay!
(beat)
Wait! On three, or just after
three?
CHRIS
(flustered)
Twist!
TWIST
Okay, okay! I got it! On three!
She hits one of the buttons, and with a CLICK the bolts
locking the doors slide out of place. Chris reaches across
and grabs the door handle, as does Twist.
CHRIS
Pull, then duck, let it swing open,
then get inside! We can get to the
driver through the container!
Ready?
TWIST
Let's do it! One… two… three!
As one, they turn the door handles, duck as the tall doors
swing open, then leap up and inside.
26 INT. 18-WHEELER - CONTAINER. NIGHT. 26
The doors swing closed again, plunging the container into
darkness.
TWIST
Chris?
CHRIS
Yes?
TWIST
Uh… I don't think we're alone.
The internal lights flicker on, and in a moment we see that
the inside of the container is jammed full of the demons we
saw on the ship earlier, as well as several of the monsters -
clinging to the walls and ceiling where there isn't room, all
grinning at the two intruders.
CHRIS
Hmm. This could get tricky…
Chris slowly draws his sword, and Twist, after a few
concerned glances around, readies her bat.
Both freeze at the sound of somebody clapping, insultingly
slowly, and we pan round to see the Smoker, features covered
by his hood, stepping forward out of the crowd of monsters
and demons.
SMOKER
Bravo, bravo! The death-defying
leap onto the truck, the heroic
stance against impossible odds…
why, Chris, if I hadn't spent so
long trying to kill you, I'd
actually be quite impressed. As it
is, I'm just feeling an incredible
lack of surprise. I mean, this is a
trap, but still…
Chris tenses up at the voice, and at last we see its owner -
the Smoker draws back his hood to reveal himself. This is
MALKUTH, bone white skin and an almost skeletal appearance,
two noticeable fangs and a fat cigar between his lips. He
cackles, his men joining in.
TWIST
Uh-oh… you two have 'history'
together, don't you?
MALKUTH
Another sidekick, Chris? Don't you
ever learn?
CHRIS
(to Twist)
Yes, I'm afraid we do.
TWIST
Is this going to happen a lot?
CHRIS
More than likely.
MALKUTH
You haven't told her about you and
me, have you?
TWIST
Well, I did ask, but he-
CHRIS
(stern)
Twist. Not now.
MALKUTH
There'll be plenty of time for us
to all sit down and have a nice
chat later.
(beat)
Oh, actually, no, there won't. We
have to tear you both to pieces
now. Sorry.
(to assembled demons)
Take care of them. Messily.
As the demons start to advance, Chris and Twist back up, when
Twist suddenly GASPS and we zoom rapidly up to her eye as she
gets a FLASHBACK:
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