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15 EXT. BLACK VAN. NIGHT. 15
LOS AMIGOS are firing away until Chris leaps over the car,
appearing in front of them. He rolls to his feet, and stares
them
down. They turn to stare at him, bewildered. Then they turn
their guns on him.
CHRIS
It'll only slow you down.
LOS AMIGO #1
Being here is slowing you down,
vampire!
CHRIS
You know?
LOS AMIGO #2
Keen senses kinda give it away.
Plus, you do have that whole gothic
angle. Makes it obvious.
CHRIS
(beat)
It does?
Sensing an opening, Chris leaps at LOS AMIGO #1, kicking the
gun to the floor, and nailing him with a right to the jaw.
LOS AMIGO #2 leaps at Chris, swinging his gun like it was a
baseball bat.
Chris easily ducks, and uses LOS AMIGO #2's momentum to slam
him rib-first into the side of the van. LOS AMIGO #1 grabs
his gun, and aims at Chris.
Twist vaults into frame, nailing LOS AMIGO #1 in the back
with a stake. He slumps to his knees and pitches into the
asphalt.
Twist throws the stake to Chris. He twirls it between his
fingers and slams it down into the chest of LOS AMIGO #2, who
gasps, then blinks as he realises he's still alive. Chris
glares down at him, and the vampire glares right back.
LOS AMIGO #2
(through gritted teeth)
What do you want?
CHRIS
To know where your pals are.
LOS AMIGO #2
That'd betray the code.
Chris presses the stake in a little deeper.
LOS AMIGO #2 (cont'd)
Okay, okay! They're at the Houston
Bank.
CHRIS
Cheers.
Chris stakes LOS AMIGO #2 then turns to Twist.
CHRIS (cont'd)
Looks like we have another item to
add to our rapidly growing
checklist.
TWIST
(fake enthusiasm)
Well, yee-fricken-haw.
16 INT. 'CLAIRVOYANCE FOR YOU' MAGIC SHOP. NIGHT. 16
We see the owner, ANGIE. In her mid twenties, very human
looking, despite having a large green clot at the top of her
head. As we join her, she backs against the shop window,
petrified. Approaching her are four bikers. From the looks of
things, it appears that they do this a lot.
BIKER #1
Time to pay up, witch!
TWIST (O.S.)
Actually… I don't think so.
17 EXT. SIDEWALK. NIGHT. 17
Through the window flies Biker #1. He lands on his head,
knocked unconscious. Inside we hear fighting.
Shortly thereafter the others three Bikers join their fallen
comrade. Each is in varying degrees of consciousness. Those
who can run for cover.
18 INT. CLAIRVOYANCE FOR YOU. NIGHT. 18
Chris & Twist stand in the middle of the store, Chris holding
Angie's hands, who has seen better days.
ANGIE
(smiling)
Thank you, both of you!
Angie and Chris hug.
CHRIS
It's good to see you again, Angie.
ANGIE
Ditto. Not a moment too soon,
either!
Chris eyes the store as Twist closes the door and bolts it
shut, then drags two large dressers full of trinkets for sale
in front of the missing windows.
CHRIS
What happened here?
Angie shoots him a 'do I really have to explain' look.
CHRIS (cont'd)
Sorry. My intuition sometimes
leaves a lot to be desired.
ANGIE
Try being a half-breed!
(off his look)
I'm kidding.
Chris smirks. Twist stares at them, sensing that these two
have known each other a long time.
TWIST
Okay… I'm feeling a little left
out.
ANGIE
Oh. Do you want to be a half-breed?
(stares at her)
Your future hasn't been written in
stone yet… but most Vampires who
escape from Hell have some kind of
prophecy attached to them.
TWIST
What?
ANGIE
(blinks; recovers)
Sorry – when I see someone with as
much energy surrounding them as
you, my sixth sense tends to go on
autopilot! Come on, we'll have a
seat in the back and I'll see if I
can fill you two in on what's going
on round here.
Angie motions for them to follow through to a back room.
19 INT. BACK ROOM. NIGHT. 19
Chris & Twist sit down. Angie stands in front of them,
creating the right atmosphere before she begins.
ANGIE
It was a few weeks ago that I first
felt it, I got a strange vision
that something was off. I saw an
evil face, heard maniacal laughter,
and then there was nothing.
I stored it in my memory and forgot
about it, but then a split-second
before the power was cut, I felt a
magic of some kind fall upon the
sky. I doubled over in pain, and
then every single piece of power
over town went out. Hence the
looting and general disorder.
CHRIS
Hmm…
Chris pulls out his laptop.
TWIST
Oh, great, because with everything
electrical switched off we could
really use an expensive doorstop!
CHRIS
This laptop is enchanted, it runs
off its own internal power and is
also shielded against any magical
interference. Theoretically it
should be able to help us find out
what exactly is going on.
As Chris searches through his files, Twist turns to Angie.
TWIST
So… what was that about a prophecy?
You sort of went all Twilight Zone
and said something about 'futures
not written in stone.'
ANGIE
(smiles)
You have a part to play in events
that have yet to happen.
TWIST
Yeah… could you be more specific?
(quickly)
I'm not kidding. That's too
cryptic.
ANGIE
(beat; distant)
They need your help. You must lead
them.
Twist backs off - scared.
TWIST
Chris?
Chris yells 'eureka' at that moment. Angie walks over to him,
acting normal. Twist stares at the pair of them, trying to
process data that doesn't make much sense.
TWIST (cont'd)
What?
CHRIS
I've found the cause of the power
cut.
(spins laptop around)
It's some kind of energy coming
from a television satellite. The
Control Centre is just a few miles
out of town. If we hurry, we can
get there before events really
begin to get out of control.
TWIST
What about those vampire bank
robbers?
CHRIS
We'll have to deal with them later.
Let's go!
20 EXT. CAR PARK. NIGHT. 20
Chris kicks through the gate.
TWIST
Are you sure this is a good idea?
CHRIS
Sometimes the end has to justify
the means.
He walks through. Twist is about to follow when blinks,
cocking her head as though hearing something in the distance.
She turns to look back towards the city limits, and double
takes as she sees what looks like an orange HAZE hovering
above the city, drifting upwards like smoke.
CHRIS (O.S.) (cont'd)
Twist?
She turns back to him, looking confused, trying to work out
what to say next.
TWIST
Uh, I was just thinking that… that
someone should maybe stay back in
the city… in case, you know…
anything happens.
Chris frowns but then nods in agreement.
CHRIS
Alright, very conscienscious of
you. I'll take the base, you go and
patrol the city. Make sure that you
contact the local rebel Vampire
cell, see if they can help out. I'm
going to go and, ah, borrow
someone's car to get there quicker.
TWIST
(smiles)
Ever the law-abiding citizen, eh?
Chris smirks. They go their separate ways.
21 EXT. HIGHWAY. NIGHT. 21
Through the open road speeds a black Jaguar XTS.
22 INT. JAGUAR XTS (MOVING). NIGHT. 22
Chris makes no attempt to hide his jubilation.
23 EXT. CONTROL CENTRE. NIGHT. 23
It's a huge building, a few miles away from any of the city
centre buildings and within sight of the nearby highway. It
is mostly dark, but a few upstairs windows have noticeable
lights on, standing out a mile in the blackout around them.
With an off screen SCREECH of tires, and the sound of a high
performance engine hitting top speed, we see the Jaguar SLAM
through the gates outside the centre, blasting them open in a
shower of sparks.
Chris hits the brakes and swerves to a perfect stop just in
front of the Control Centre. He gets out, looking rather
pleased with his manouvre, patting the Jag's hood
appreciatively.
The building dwarfs Chris as he scans it, spotting the
lights. Checking his katana slung inside his coat, he heads
inside.
24 INT. MAIN HALLWAY. NIGHT. 24
There's a hard kick at the metal door. It doesn't budge.
A beat, then the door BURSTS off its hinges, flying across
the hallway before slamming into the far wall. Chris walks
through the door, smiling.
CHRIS
Perk of the job!
25 INT. VARIOUS HALLWAYS. NIGHT. 25
Chris walks through the building. It's eerily quiet, filled
with the sense of impending danger.
26 INT. MAIN CONTROL ROOM. NIGHT. 26
Chris walks through and looks around the room, his face
turning pale as he sees what's inside.
In the room are dead bodies. Every single one of them has
been killed in a brutal, sickeningly disturbing fashion.
There is blood everywhere.
Chris' hand grips the sword tightly before we hear distant
LAUGHTER, and Chris' head snaps round. It can only belong to
one insidious creature.
CHRIS
(coldly)
Malkuth.
Chris walks further into the control room, following the
laughter, and spots a wall of video screens all playing the
same image.
Malkuth appears. He looks particularly pleased with himself.
MALKUTH
I hope this is you, Chris, because
if it isn't, then I'm going to have
to kill some more of my employees.
They always tend to touch things
that aren't theirs! Anyway, Chris,
you're probably here because you
want to know what is going on. More
importantly, you want to be the
hero as per usual. We both know you
aren't, but that's for another
time.
Chris looks round the rest of the room, taking in the rest of
the murdered staff and bloodstains.
MALKUTH (cont'd)
I used the satellite to block out
the power in the town. An idea I
got from The Simpsons believe it or
not. That Mr. Burns cracks me up!
Houston is down, and the rest will
follow. The dead bodies were
employees who wanted to go to the
press.
(beat)
Well… that's about it. Oh!
I also plan to send every single
one of my contacts - whether they
be Demon, Vampire, or Werewolf - to
the city, where they will kill,
maim, and generally maul every
single person in their path. And
because you care about them, this
will include Twist.
(beat)
Chris - why couldn't you let this
go? By the time you get back to
town, it'll be too late. Ah well!
Can't win them all!
Malkuth breaks into roaring laughter as Chris grits his teeth
and tears out of the room.
A beat after Chris leaves, then Malkuth stops laughing and
turns round to address someone behind him.
MALKUTH (cont'd)
Are we done?
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
27 EXT. STREET. NIGHT. 27
Twist wanders down another blacked out Houston street, but
this time the place is pretty well lit - there are a few
fires burning in shop fronts, and gangs of cackling street
punks and teenagers run gleefully up and down the streets,
boxes lifted from raided shops in their arms. Twist watches
them run around and grins.
TWIST
Heh, looks like fun…
She passes a line of abandoned cars, locked up and alarmed
but several have still been broken into, their car horns and
alarms bleating like lost sheep as Twist walks on.
28 EXT. ALLEYWAY. NIGHT. 28
Twist turns into an alleyway between two old buildings, and
steps around the spilled bags of rubbish from the overflowing
dumpsters nearby as she makes her way up to a door set into
the wall. She checks Spice's black book of rebel cell
addresses, then looks back up at the door.
It has a slot at eye level and she reaches up to bang on it,
but she notices something and pushes one finger against the
door.
29 INT. REBEL VAMPIRE CELL. NIGHT. 29
Looking from inside the darkness of the base as the door
swings open, illuminating Twist in the frame. She looks
concerned.
TWIST
Uh-oh… not good!
She steps forward and into the darkness, her eyes glittering
as she scans for signs of activity.
TWIST (cont'd)
Hello? Anyone home?
We can hear muffled sounds of scuffling feet and shouts,
coming from up ahead. Twist comes into view as we near some
lights on up ahead, and Twist heads for the direction of the
noises.
30 INT. REBEL CELL - MAIN ROOM. NIGHT. 30
Twist steps into a large room and gasps as she sees what's
going on - there are about twenty vampires in the room, half
all in black clothing and half in the usual eclectic mix of
vampire fashions, all in a free-for-all battles that the
black-clad vamps seem to be winning.
Several high-powered torches are filling the room with light,
and Twist glances round, trying to pick a target. She decides
to get the room's attention by putting two fingers into her
mouth and whistling as loud as she can. As one, the mob stop
their scuffle and turn to face her.
She puts her hands on her hips.
TWIST
Alright! Are you guys in black the
bad guys?
The vamps look at each other, not sure what to say.
VAMP #1
Uh… yeah.
TWIST
Oh, good.
And in one fluid motion, she reaches into her jacket, draws a
stake and throws it through the air. It thuds into the vamp's
chest, and the melee kicks off again as Twist races into the
fray, landing two punches on one of the bad vampires as the
rebels around her throw confused looks at this newcomer.
31 EXT. CAR PARK. NIGHT. 31
Chris races outside and over to the stolen Jaguar, throwing
his sword onto the back seat.
32 INT. REBEL CELL - MAIN ROOM. NIGHT. 32
A bad vampire dusts in front of us as a broken off chair leg
is driven into his chest by Twist, who is looking a little
battered and breathless, but otherwise okay.
Next to her, one of the rebels grapples with one of the bad
vampires, and with a little helpful kick from Twist the bad
vamp hits the floor, where Twist passes the rebel her stake
and he uses it to dust the vamp.
Twist looks round the room - there are seven of the rebel
vampires left standing, pinning the remaining two bad
vampires to the floor. The rebel cell leader, a tall, gaunt
looking guy with long, dreadlocked brown hair called JEZ
walks over.
JEZ
I guess this is the part where we
thank you, or something…
TWIST
Eh, no big, I do this all the time.
JEZ
Well, thanks anyway. I'm Jez.
He holds out his hand, and Twist wipes the sweat off hers
onto her jacket before she shakes it, smiling up at him.
TWIST
I'm Twist. You can call me 'The
Equaliser.'
JEZ
I'll call you anything you like
after that little show! Where the
heck did you learn to fight like
that?
TWIST
I have every Jackie Chan video.
Ever.
Jez chuckles and picks up an upturned chair for her to sit
on. Twist sits down, getting her breath back as the two bad
vampires are tied up and shoved into one corner, one rebel
standing guard over them. Two more of the rebels walk over,
twin brothers ANT and JAMES, both skinny with long blonde
hair.
ANT
So who's the new girl?
JEZ
Her name's Twist. She's here for…
Actually, why are you here?
JAMES
Not that we're not glad to see you!
Twist looks up at the vampires in front of her. It's not hard
to see why the rebel vamps aren't doing so well - they're all
young and not amazingly tough-looking, and if she hadn't
shown up they'd probably all be dead by now.
TWIST
I'm in town with my partner, Chris,
we were here for-
ANT
(interrupts)
Hey, hold up… Chris? Not Chris
Berkeley?
TWIST
Yeah, that's him, why?
JAMES
Wow! Chris is here? Now?
TWIST
(raises an eyebrow)
Why do I get the feeling I'm not
going to like this…
JEZ
Chris is like a fricken hero round
here! We've been following his work
for years, keeping track of what
he's been doing and hoping we could
meet him one day and see if he
could help us out at all.
Twist looks round at the vamps incredulously.
TWIST
And nobody's ever heard of his
fearless sister-in-arms? The
vampire chick with the mad style
kung fu skills?
Twist looks hopefully up at them but their blank faces say it
all. She pouts and sighs.
TWIST (cont'd)
Great… I'm the sidekick!
JEZ
Huh?
TWIST
Never mind. You guys are the local
rebel vampires, right?
Ant and James nod and smile proudly, while Jez reaches into
his combat trousers pocket for a pack of cigarettes, lighting
one up as he speaks.
JEZ
That's us. Although the word
'rebel' makes us sound like we're a
bunch of wannabe Cuban guerrillas
or something!
Twist looks over his shoulder at the large stencilled image
of Che Guevara on the wall behind him and smirks. Jez looks
over at it and laughs.
JEZ (cont'd)
Alright, you got me.
He offers Twist a cigarette but she shakes her head.
TWIST
No thanks, I'm trying to cut down.
Takes years off your life, you
know.
JAMES
Is everything still blacked out up
top?
TWIST
Yeah, we think somebody cast a
spell over the city, tapping the
power out of a TV satellite up in
orbit, and blacked out power for
miles around. Why, we don't know,
but I think the little Royal Rumble
you guys were just enjoying would
suggest somebody's planning a
shopping trip round Houston, and
they're not just looking to score a
few new DVD players!
JEZ
So what do we do?
JAMES
Yeah, there ain't many of us down
here, but we can call in
reinforcements if we have to.
TWIST
How many, exactly?
ANT
Uh, about twelve guys, I think.
JAMES
And those boys down at the
Roadhouse too.
ANT
Oh yeah, so that makes… sixteen.
Twist frowns and looks round - the base is a mess but there
are a few weapons on display. She's got potentially sixteen
guys to whip into shape against whatever's brewing out there.
She turns back to face them all.
TWIST
Okay boys, listen up. This is the
plan…
33 INT. JAGUAR XTS. NIGHT. 33
Chris races along, flicking through radio stations as we look
over his shoulder from the back seat towards the darkened
buildings of central Houston up ahead. There's nothing but
static on every channel, so he reaches into his jacket and
gets out his phone.
The screen still says 'No Signal.' He curses and throws the
phone onto the passenger seat.
CHRIS
Twist, you'd better not be in
trouble…
Chris notices something and looks up through the windscreen
at it.
34 EXT. HIGHWAY - OUTSIDE HOUSTON. NIGHT. 34
The Jaguar slows to a stop as it pulls into frame, and Chris
steps out and stares up at the sky. We pull back to see what
he sees - the glittering purple cloud, falling like early
morning mist over the city, gathered in the air above it.
Lines of cars are driving out of the city - he's the only
person still trying to get in!
POLICE RADIO (V.O.)
(filtered)
All units respond, repeat, all
units respond, outbreaks of
disturbance throughout the city,
all units stay on your set patrol
areas and do what you can to break
things up.
35 EXT. HOUSTON STREET. NIGHT. 35
We pick up two police cars parked in the middle of the
street, their siren lights flashing and illuminating the
surrounding buildings as the middle-aged black cop in the
first car, ERNIE, tries to answer the station on his radio.
He stands outside his car, looking round while he talks as
the nervous looking young officer from the second car, LEWIS,
glances round the streets, waving his handgun around as we
see occasional gangs of looters running past in the
background.
ERNIE
Lewis, stop waving that damn thing
around like it's a flashlight or
something! One wrong squeeze and
you'll be explaining to my wife why
I got shot in the back…
(into radio)
Station, this is units 34, come in,
over.
Nothing but static. Ernie sighs and tosses the radio handset
back into his squad car.
ERNIE (cont'd)
Still nothin' on the radio. Looks
like we're all cut off out here, we
can hear the switchboard but they
can't hear us!
LEWIS
(looking up)
Hey, look at that…
Ernie looks up at what Lewis is pointing at.
We see the purple mist overhead, swirling in the breeze.
ERNIE
Now what in the hell is that?
LEWIS
Maybe it's a toxic cloud or
something? You know, like a fire at
the chem plant.
ERNIE
Lewis, you've watched 'Superman'
too many damn times! Now get
yourself together and we'll start
rounding up these-
He pauses. We can hear the sound of many, many marching feet,
and Ernie and Lewis turn to look at something off camera.
We watch lots and lots of pairs of feet, some in boots and
shoes and some not, stomping along the road. We can see that
not all the feet are human-sized - large, taloned claws and
hooves tread alongside the regular feet.
We're looking at the heads of the approaching crowd now -
dozens and dozens of them, all manner of fiend - vampires,
demons, other kinds of beasts and creatures, all heading
towards the city in disarray ahead and looking ready to take
it to pieces.
Leading the troop is our least favourite person MALKUTH, the
tall demon marching proudly forward at the head of his
private army, his long coat flowing out behind him in the
wind. His phone rings, and he answers it.
MALKUTH
(casually)
Hello?
(beat)
Oh, excellent. Yes, we're about to
create that diversion, so you two
go right ahead and get what I
asked. Thanks muchly.
(beat)
You robbed another bank already?
Well, that's all well and good, but
do try not to get caught, if you
can at all help it…
Malkuth tucks his phone away, a satisfied grin on his lips.
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