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                                       ACT TWO

                                                               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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