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TEASER
FADE IN:
1 INT. SANGUINE CLUB - MAIN ROOM. NIGHT. 1
INSERT OVER - Sanguine Night Club, Hollywood.
As Marilyn Manson's 'mOBSCENE' kicks in, we're looking down
on the main dance floor of a packed goth night club, as the
music pounds out of the extensive speaker system either side
of the main stage. There are two mezzanine floors, and the
main floor is absolutely rammed with dancing clubbers.
The stage holds the huge speakers and a DJ booth, flanked by
two sets of dancers either side. Lights flash in time with
the beat, and the whole place looks like it's somewhere you'd
want to be.
2 INT. SANGUINE CLUB - UPSTAIRS OFFICE. NIGHT. 2
We pull back and through a tinted glass window overlooking
the dancefloor, to find ourselves in a minimalist office -
lots of wall scrolls with I Ching symbols, a bonsai tree, and
a few tidy shelves with large, dusty books on them.
Standing by the door are DUDLEY and TYLER, two bodyguards,
both wearing smart suits, hands folded.
DUDLEY
(irritated)
I hate this music…
TYLER
You serious? This is a killer
album!
DUDLEY
I know, but… don't you get sick of
hearing the same stuff over and
over?
Dudley glances across at Tyler, who is nodding his head along
with the music. Dudley rolls his eyes.
We move away from the two bodyguards and towards the back of
the office, towards a heavy looking iron door.
3 INT. SANGUINE CLUB - BACK ROOM. NIGHT. 3
We're moving along a darkened corridor, lit by the occasional
light fitting, before we turn a corner into a large open
room, lined on all sides by a library-sized section of
bookshelves, stretching off into the darkness.
Before us is BANNISTER, an elderly man dressed in simple,
plain clothes, kneeling on the floor in the centre of a large
pentagram. Candles mark out each point as he sits, head back
and eyes closed, humming under his breath.
Behind him stands GLOVER, a thin, nervous looking man holding
a wooden tray covered with sticks of incense and piles of
coloured powder.
Dudley and Tyler walk into the room and take up positions
either side of the corridor entrance, and we see Bannister
open one eye and nod acknowledgement to them.
He clicks his fingers, leaving his palm outstretched as
Glover jolts into action, sprinkling a handful of copper
coloured powder into his hand. Bannister quickly spreads the
powder out before him, and with a FLARE it ignites as it
touches the marked lines of the pentagram.
The entire pentagram glows a deep red for a moment, before
fading back to black except for one point, opposite
Bannister.
He opens his eyes and sees the glowing point and smiles.
BANNISTER
Good. He has arrived.
4 EXT. HOLLYWOOD BUS STATION. NIGHT. 4
And here's our dynamic duo, clambering down from a Greyhound
bus and into the bus station. TWIST is wearing an 'I Love
Hollywood' t-shirt and looking pleased as punch to be in the
movie capital of America.
CHRIS hands her two bags and hefts up his own, larger bag.
Twist waits for him and then walks into the main station.
5 INT. HOLLYWOOD BUS STATION - INSIDE. NIGHT. 5
The duo make their way through the few people inside the
station, Twist pulling her leather jacket close against the
cold and shivering.
TWIST
Brr! What's the beef with our visit
to the Hollywood Hills then?
CHRIS
We're here to find this man.
He reaches into his coat and hands her a photo.
It's a surveillance style black and white photo of Bannister,
accompanied by his two bodyguards.
TWIST
What, Colonel Sanders?
Chris throws her a look, then walks off screen.
TWIST (cont'd)
What? Oh, come on! That was funny!
Neither of them notice the badly disguised man in shades,
raincoat and hat watching them carefully from the far side of
the station, before we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
6 INT. TAXI. NIGHT. 6
Sitting in the back seat as it darts through the evening
traffic, Chris and Twist continue their conversation.
CHRIS
His name's Bannister, a well known
local healer and librarian of
sorts, apparently keeps a well
stocked store of occult books that
would put the DuGarde Bibliotheque
to shame.
TWIST
The Bibbly-o-what?
CHRIS
A French archive of ancient texts.
TWIST
(sarcastic)
Oh, yeah, that one.
CHRIS
I had to head over this way anyway
to meet up with a blacksmith who's
holding some swords for me, so I
thought we'd pay Bannister a visit
while we were here.
TWIST
Mmm, great, another road trip that
ends with me falling asleep
watching hotel TV while you stay up
all night reading very old books,
written on human skin in blood, or
something.
CHRIS
No, that'd be the Necronomicon from
the 'Evil Dead' films. You really
must try to stop watching so many
of those things!
TWIST
Meh, same diff.
A blast of music from the cab makes Chris look up.
TAXI DRIVER (O.S.)
Where to now then, sir?
Chris leans forward into view as the Indian taxi driver
continues to dodge through the night's traffic.
CHRIS
Well, this is where I hoped you
could help me out, we're looking
for a nightclub somewhere in town,
but we're not sure where.
TAXI DRIVER
Plenty of clubs round here, do you
have a name? Or perhaps a
particular style of music which you
are liking?
CHRIS
I think it's a gothic place, the
name of it has something to do with
blood.
TAXI DRIVER
(laughs)
Again, that could be many places! I
take you to nearest and you ask
there, see if they can help!
CHRIS
That'd be great, thanks.
Chris sits back down and notices that Twist is throwing a
less-than-impressed look his way. He frowns, then raises his
arms to say 'what?'
TWIST
You've done it again, haven't you?
CHRIS
Done what?
TWIST
Dragged me out into yet another
stop off on your seemingly never
ending road trip, to find a guy you
don't know in a place you've never
been. Again!
CHRIS
That's why our life is such a big
adventure! Thought you enjoyed it…
TWIST
If 'adventure' means you spend half
your time not knowing where the
hell you're going, then yeah,
that's us!
Twist stares gloomily out the window for a second before
Chris leans forward to speak to the driver again.
CHRIS
Change of plan. Drop us off at the
nearest bar, I think my lady friend
needs a little liquid refreshment.
TAXI DRIVER
No problem, boss!
Chris staggers and lands on the back seat as the taxi lurches
to the left, parking by the side of the road.
TAXI DRIVER (O.S.) (cont'd)
Nearest place to get drinks! Is
very good, tell them Punjit sent
you.
Chris presses some bills into the driver's hand.
7 EXT. HOLLYWOOD STREET - RONSTADT BAR. NIGHT. 7
Twist steps out of the taxi and pops open the boot to get her
bags. Chris joins her on the pavement as the taxi screeches
away back into the traffic. A series of car horns sound off
screen.
CHRIS
Come on, you, let's get you fed and
watered. I owe you one for the
trip, I know you wanted to try and
catch that concert in Seattle.
TWIST
Hmph. It's gonna take a lot of
owing to make up for me missing
Static-X again, mister!
8 INT. RONSTADT BAR - BOOTH. NIGHT. 8
We're looking down at a now empty plate as Twist pushes it
away from her. Three empty beer glasses sit on the table
before her as she leans back in her seat.
Chris has been scribbling in his notebook, jotting down
numbers from the phone book on the table beside him, and
looks up with a grin as Twist tries to drain the last few
drops from each of the glasses.
CHRIS
Is that better?
TWIST
Much. The only thing that could
possibly top this is a nice warm
mug of the red stuff…
Chris shakes his head.
TWIST (cont'd)
(sighs)
And I know that isn't on the menu.
CHRIS
Sorry. I'm trying to get you on the
patches till you quit.
She pokes her tongue out at him as Chris turns the notebook
round for her to look at.
TWIST
Leads?
CHRIS
It's definitely one of those three
places. All local, all looking like
they cater for the goth element of
the city and all in the right area.
TWIST
(smiles hopefully)
Cool, are we going out clubbing?
CHRIS
Strictly reconnaissance this time,
I'm afraid.
Twist pouts, but Chris picks up on it for once.
CHRIS (cont'd)
But, if you wanted to let your hair
down later… I'm sure we could work
something out.
TWIST
Woo! Party time for the Twister!
CHRIS
I've already got us a hotel nearby
so I say we book in to that, get
ready to go out and then make our
way to these three places.
TWIST
Are you going to be getting all
dressed up?
CHRIS
I hadn't thought about it. Why?
TWIST
You are so British sometimes… look,
if we're going to be going
incognito at three thumpin' goth
discos, we need to be able to blend
in, right?
CHRIS
Right…
TWIST
And the best way to blend in is to
go all Dances With Wolves and dress
like the natives, correct?
CHRIS
Correct.
TWIST
So! What kind of thing are you
going to wear?
CHRIS
Er…
A long beat as Chris realises he hasn't put any thought into
this - his plan was just to show up and ask questions! Twist
grins and pats him on the hand.
TWIST
Relax and let Auntie Twist be your
style guru for the evening, okay?
Chris doesn't look so sure, but he knows that Twist's got the
advantage on him this time.
9 EXT. OUTSIDE SANGUINE CLUB. NIGHT. 9
We're at worm's eye level, looking over towards the outside
of the club - a large building wedged in between two run down
office blocks and lit by the variety of neon lit late night
burger bars and pizza joints all round.
The club is fronted by a large stylised skeletal head, red
vortex lights in its eye sockets and the main entrance built
into its gaping mouth. A long line of clubbers wait outside,
coats pulled tight against the chill evening wind.
A pair of chunky black PVC boots step into frame, followed by
two more less extravagant looking boots. We pan slowly up to
reveal Chris and Twist in their undercover outfits.
A frontal shot to show off what they're wearing - Chris looks
uncomfortable in a pair of black trousers with chunky pads, a
black top with a stylised white frequency image on it, with
his long coat over the top of it. Twist is dressed to the
nines; fishnet stockings, PVC skirt, corset top with red
ribbons and sparkling eye makeup.
CHRIS
This is ridiculous… why do we need
to get this dressed up? Couldn't I
have just worn something dark and
wandered around out of sight?
TWIST
(rolls eyes)
Don't be stupid, we need to make an
impression or we won't get noticed
by the guys we're looking for!
Easiest way to find someone is to
make them find you. Right?
They start to walk across the street towards the club.
CHRIS
I still say this is a bad idea…
TWIST
You always do. Now be quiet and let
me do the talking. Another round of
my legendary doorplay is about to
kick off, and if you watch
carefully you might learn
something.
The pair approach the large, bulky doorman, who looks over at
them as they walk up, obviously cutting in front of about
fifty people.
She smiles broadly at him, fangs on display.
10 INT. SANGUINE CLUB - MAIN FLOOR. NIGHT. 10
Chris and Twist walk inside as 'Circuitry' by Front Line
Assembly plays over the club's PA. Blue neon strips overhead
bathe everything in a pale blue glow, lighting up teeth and
Twist's eyes.
TWIST
See? Piece of cake!
CHRIS
Twist, not wanting to put a downer
on your achievement, but the only
way I could replicate what you just
did would be to transfer myself
into the body of a twenty year old
girl!
TWIST
(sly grin)
Don't say you never thought about
it…
CHRIS
Let's just get to work, shall we?
You start by that bar, and I'll
take this one. We'll work round
back to each other. Bannister
probably owns this place, so he'll
be here somewhere.
She nods, already starting to unconsciously bop from foot to
foot along with the music. Chris looks like he's in his worst
nightmare as the two split up.
We follow Twist as she makes her way through the crowds of
similarly dressed clubbers to the bar, the only bright thing
in the gloom of the club. Occasional flashes of light from
the main stage illuminate the scene.
She leans across the bar, snapping her fingers and calling
the barman. He's a heavily pierced teenager called NICK.
NICK
Yeah, what can I get you?
TWIST
Two double vodkas!
He nods and returns a moment later with the two shot glasses.
Without pausing, she grabs them from his hands, knocks both
back, belches and then leans forward again.
TWIST (cont'd)
Perfect. Now you can tell me
something.
NICK
Oh yeah?
TWIST
I'm looking for the owner, guy
called Bannister. Know him?
NICK
Old Man Bannister, yeah. Lives
upstairs. Private man, though,
doesn't like visitors.
TWIST
(pouts)
Not even little old me?
NICK
(grins)
I'm sure he'd make exceptions…
TWIST
Damn straight! Where can I find
him?
NICK
Ah, dunno. I never even know when
he's here, try asking around.
TWIST
Groovy. Thanks, kid.
She pats him on the cheek and moves away from the bar,
leaving Nick with a soppy grin on his face until another
customer calls him over.
11 INT. SANGUINE CLUB - SIDE ROOM - LATER. 11
The side room of the club is less hectic, with much quieter,
mellower music. Chris is propped against the bar looking
relaxed, talking to an elegant looking goth girl with long
scarlet hair extensions and a shiny PVC dress.
CHRIS
No, I had no idea that the whole
rubber thing was so popular…
doesn't it chafe sometimes?
Twist suddenly jogs into frame, a little flushed but looking
pretty happy. She nudges Chris and he turns to see her, and
when he turns back the pretty goth girl has moved away. He
sighs and turns back.
TWIST
Any luck?
CHRIS
Sort of. I'm sure I've seen a few
vampires and demons lurking around
here, but then again it could just
be people's piercings and makeup. I
really can't tell. What about you?
Twist waves the bar girl over as she speaks, pointing to the
empty bottle in her hands and indicating for another.
TWIST
You must be doing it all wrong!
I've found out from a few people
that our Mr. Bannister is indeed in
the building, he has his own
private suite upstairs.
CHRIS
I wonder why he chose a place like
this as his base?
The bar girl brings Twist a bottle over, and she sips it
through a straw as she checks her watch. She mutters under
her breath and drains the bottle in one gulp.
TWIST
(belches)
Damn, gotta run!
CHRIS
Run? Where to?
TWIST
I'm on in two minutes!
CHRIS
You've lost me. On where?
TWIST
Oh, right. Well, you see, there was
this guy, and he was looking round
and asking people if they wanted to
be dancers, and he spotted me and
said 'oh, man! you have got to get
up there!' And so I said 'well, I'm
kinda busy, but just for a few
songs, alright,' and he says-
CHRIS
(interrupts)
I assume there is a point to this
story, besides you rushing off
while we're supposed to be working?
TWIST
Course there is! You dare doubt my
incredible talents?
CHRIS
I can see most of your 'incredible
talents,' and I'm pretty sure
that's how you ended up being
recruited…
TWIST
Just using the gifts I was given!
So, I ask this guy, I'm here
looking to speak to Bannister, and
he says, yeah, cool, I'll sort
something out.
Twist waits, hopping from foot to foot excitedly as she sips
at her drink, waiting for Chris to answer.
CHRIS
(sighs)
Well done. I think.
TWIST
Thanks! I gotta go dance now. Come
and watch!
CHRIS
I'm quite comfortable here at the
moment, actually.
Twist frowns and Chris rolls his eyes, knowing he can't say
no to her.
CHRIS (cont'd)
Fine. See you out there.
Twist beams at him and hops away, and Chris knocks back the
rest of his drink and follows a few moments later.
We stay looking at the bar as Chris walks off screen, to pick
up Dudley standing silently at the end of the bar, watching
Chris and Twist very carefully.
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
FADE IN:
12 EXT. HOLLYWOOD STREET. NIGHT. 12
It's after the night out at the disco now, and Chris and
Twist are heading back to the hotel. Chris has his coat
wrapped around him and is walking along the road, while Twist
follows, humming and dancing as she trots along.
TWIST
(sings)
Da da dah… she's the greatest
dancer…
CHRIS
Am I going to get this all the way
back to the hotel?
TWIST
(smiles; nods)
Yup!
CHRIS
(sarcastic)
Oh good, just checking.
Twist catches up to him and throws an arm round him.
TWIST
Aw, come on, you don't mean to tell
me you didn't enjoy yourself even a
teeny tiny little bit?
Chris looks at her for a long beat.
CHRIS
I refuse to answer that, on the
grounds that it may incriminate me
for many, mny years.
TWIST
Ha!
CHRIS
I lost sight of you after your
little dancing queen routine, did
you manage to speak to Bannister at
all?
TWIST
Sort of, I got the DJ to arrange a
meeting between us tomorrow night.
CHRIS
You did?
TWIST
Yeah, if we get back there around
midnight, then you can go see him
and I can fulfil my part of the
bargain.
CHRIS
Uh-oh… What was that exactly?
TWIST
Well… you know how I like to mix a
lot of my own music, right?
CHRIS
The eight million home made mp3s on
my laptop all shout 'yes' to that.
TWIST
Well, I was talking to the DJ about
it, and he said why don't I do a
little set, maybe forty minutes or
so, while you're upstairs seeing
the old man…
Chris raises an eyebrow but Twist is clearly looking forward
to being the queen of the decks.
CHRIS
You're really enjoying all this,
aren't you?
TWIST
Hell, yeah! This is the most fun
I've had since that bar fight last
week.
The duo walk off screen.
13 INT. SANGUINE CLUB - DJ BOOTH. NIGHT. 13
The music is thumping - 'Slow' by Professional Murder Music
this time - the crowd are dancing, it's business as usual.
We're walking up to the DJ booth from behind, seeing the
current DJ, BENJI, hunched over the decks and nodding along
with the beat. Benji turns as we join him.
Twist steps into the small booth, a rectangular area walled
off to soundproof it, with two sets of record decks in front
and several shiny cases of CDs to the right.
Benji passes Twist a pair of headphones, which she puts on,
the biggest grin of her life on her face.
14 INT. SANGUINE CLUB - MAIN FLOOR. NIGHT. 14
Chris is waiting by a plain door marked 'Staff Only,' looking
around through the blue tint of the lights overhead at the
crowded club. He smirks as he sees Twist step up to the DJ
booth, before someone clears their throat behind him and he
turns round.
Tyler has opened the door leading to the stairway beyond.
TYLER
Mr. Bannister will see you now.
He turns and heads back up the stairs and Chris follows.
15 INT. SANGUINE CLUB - STAIRWAY. NIGHT. 15
We're at the top of the narrow staircase, looking down at
Tyler and Chris as they head up towards us.
TYLER
So what brings you to the hills,
Mr. Berkeley?
CHRIS
I heard that Bannister was a good
chap to see if I was in the mood
for a spot of light reading.
TYLER
Heh, hope you brought your glasses,
you're gonna need them!
They reach the top of the staircase and Tyler holds open a
door to the left for Chris to head through.
16 INT. SANGUINE CLUB - UPSTAIRS OFFICE. NIGHT. 16
Chris steps into the neat office we saw earlier, and Dudley
is standing guard by the door as he comes in. Chris nods and
smiles but the surly guard just grunts.
BANNISTER (O.S.)
Ah, there he is!
The old man walks over from one corner of the room, where he
was sat on a large wicker chair watching the TV, and heads
for Chris with welcoming arms wide open.
A little taken aback by this show of hospitality, he accepts
the warm hug from Bannister with a confused look.
CHRIS
Uh, hello there… I don't believe
we've met?
BANNISTER
No, no we haven't, Christopher, but
I know all about you. You and your
friend out there.
Chris turns to look out through the tinted windows
overlooking the stage, where we can see the DJ booth
illuminated by the bright flashing lights all around it.
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