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TEASER
FADE IN:
1 INT. OFFICE BLOCK. NIGHT. 1
To the techno of 'Goddess On The Floor' by Harry, we fade up
to look at a typically plain cubicle-style office floor,
empty after hours. The moonlight outside shines in through
the thick glass panels running round the floor, and it looks
like a still, peaceful night…
As CHRIS runs into frame, sprinting for all he's worth across
the floor. The lights of the tall buildings outside flit past
as we follow him, his eyes fixed ahead.
Looking back at Chris from the window he is dashing towards,
we see him draw a handgun and aim it at the door, FIRING
several times in rapid succession to crack the thick glass
before he hits it. Chris continues running towards us, not
slowing down.
2 EXT. OUTSIDE OFFICE BLOCK. NIGHT. 2
Chris hits the glass, and literally dives through it, the
glass SHATTERING outwards as he drives out into the night
sky. Chris freefalls for a few seconds before we pick up a
black shape moving through the night below him.
As Chris falls closer to it, his arms up to control his
descent, we can see that it is some kind of winged MONSTER,
flapping its huge, leathery wings as it travels through the
air, not seeing Chris descending on it.
Chris plummets into the creature, slamming into its back and
knocking both of them out of the sky. The monster turns with
a SCREECH, trying to get a better grip on Chris, whose sword
is out, flashing in the moonlight from side to side as he
tries to deflect the creature's claws.
The two figures are spiralling downwards, the monster unable
to fly as it fights off Chris, heading straight for a large,
flat rooftop below.
3 EXT. ROOFTOP. NIGHT. 3
Kicking free of the monster at the last moment, the creature
SLAMS into the concrete rooftop, kicking up a cloud of dust
and leaving a huge crater in the surface. Chris lands neatly
in the foreground, unharmed, and turns to walk back towards
the wounded beast.
Badly wounded from its fall, the bat-like monster stirs
weakly as Chris' shadow falls over it, its mighty wings
broken and bloody marks all over its body. Chris kneels down
next to its head and sighs.
CHRIS
Why couldn't you just have stopped
when I asked?
(beat)
We didn't have to end it like this.
Chris draws his sword, ready to finish the demon off. He
raises it, and the demon tenses.
CHRIS (cont'd)
May you find the peace in the next
world that you could not in this
one.
He slams the sword down, off screen. There is a last gurgle
from the creature before its breathing stops, and with a
heavy look in his eyes Chris removes his sword.
CHRIS (cont'd)
Looks like we're all slaves to our
instincts…
He wipes away some blood from a cut over his eye as a door
leading from the top floor to the roof swings open, and TWIST
and DANYAEL emerge. The duo make their way over, looking down
at the now very dead winged monster, Danyael carrying a large
digital camera.
TWIST
(whistles)
Man, he still looks just as nasty
when he's dead!
DANYAEL
Rather you than me, Chris.
Chris doesn't speak as he turns and walks away. Danyael
throws a puzzled look at Twist, who just rolls her eyes as if
to say 'he's always like this.' Danyael starts taking photos
of the beast as Twist walks back over toward Chris.
Twist taps him on the shoulder, but Chris doesn't turn round,
staring out across the city below.
TWIST
There wasn't anything you could
have done. He'd made his choice.
CHRIS
He wasn't a killer until those
idiots decided to burn his home to
the ground, although I suppose it
was too much to expect off people
who call themselves 'vigilantes.'
TWIST
Way of the world, Chris. Einstein
once said he only believed in two
things, that the universe was
infinite and that humans will
always be stupid. But he still
wasn't certain about the universe.
She lays a sympathetic hand on his shoulder, and Chris turns
round with a nod. They both look back towards Danyael.
Still taking photos and scribbling in a notebook, cigarette
dangling out of his mouth as Chris and Twist stand in the
foreground watching.
CHRIS
At least our newest recruit seems
to be taking to the job quite well.
TWIST
I think it's what you'd call a
'defence mechanism,' Chris. Most
people need to do something like
that when they see their girlfriend
and all their friends killed right
in front of them! And anyway, we're
made of tough stuff, us vamps, what
did you expect?
CHRIS
Oh, I don't know… certainly not
anyone else like you.
Twist turns to him, offended, but Chris just smirks at her
and walks back to Danyael.
4 INT. VAMPIRE NEST. NIGHT. 4
We're inside a typically squalid vampire nest, sweeping
along through it past laughing vampires, one feeding on a
struggling young girl before we reach the desk of INNES,
tinkering with a large radio transmitter unit in front of
him. It starts to BLEEP suddenly, and a printer buzzes as it
produces a memo, which Innes tears away and leans back into
the main room to announce it to the others.
INNES
Here it is, word from up top.
He reads it, then reads it again and grins.
VAMP #1
Well? What's it say?
INNES
(beat)
'Bring the noise.'
A cheer from the vampires, who have clearly just heard
exactly what they wanted to hear.
BLACK OUT:
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
5 INT. GARAGE. AFTERNOON. 5
Close up on a jet black van door as it slams shut. We pull
back to take in a sturdy looking Ford, looking none more
black all over, especially the windows, heavily tinted.
Chris and Danyael are studying the van as JOE, a mechanic
complete with greasy overalls, watches them, grinning. Chris
starts to make a circuit of the van, running his hand across
its lines.
JOE
Well?
DANYAEL
Great job, man. I mean… wow.
JOE
(to Chris)
How about you? I mean, you're the
one paying for this thing.
CHRIS
(beat; grins)
It's perfect.
Chris walks over to Joe and shakes his hand warmly, despite
the grease.
CHRIS (cont'd)
You've done an excellent job there,
my friend. I take it those windows
are how we specified?
JOE
(taps windscreen)
You couldn't get better protection
if they were enchanted. You could
drive through the centre of the sun
in this baby, and you'd struggle to
break into a sweat!
DANYAEL
Sweet work, man, very sweet work
indeed.
JOE
Hey, stuff like this don't come
cheap, but your buddy there seems
to have the cash to cover my
expenses!
Chris nods and grins at Joe.
CHRIS
It'll all be taken care of as we
discussed.
(to Danyael)
Well, it seems you're already handy
at knowing the right people,
Danyael, and now thanks to you we
have our own personally tailored
transport!
DANYAEL
One condition, though.
(beat)
I get first pick of CD for the
trip.
CHRIS
(sighs)
It was almost perfect…
6 INT. BLACK FORD. AFTERNOON. 6
Chris drives the Ford as Twist rides shotgun and Danyael sits
in the back, the two of them singing along at the tops of
their voices to 'In The Shadows' by The Rasmus. Chris looks
like it's already been a long, long day.
CHRIS
(shouts)
Do we have to have it on quite so
loud?
Danyael and Twist exchange a bemused look, laugh and carry on
singing as Chris shakes his head and gets back to his
driving.
7 EXT. FREEWAY. AFTERNOON. 7
The Ford is cruising along a quiet mid-afternoon freeway
towards another big city centre up ahead, and we pass a large
handy sign that reads 'Welcome To Minnesota.'
8 EXT. CORDEN'S HOUSE. AFTERNOON. 8
Parked carefully in the shade of the quiet townhouse, the
Ford sits as we see Chris, Danyael and Twist waiting on the
doorstep of the house. Chris knocks again.
TWIST
Huh, nobody home. And after we came
all this way!
CHRIS
That's odd…
DANYAEL
What is?
CHRIS
Listen.
A beat, and then we hear it too - the sound of a whistling
kettle boiling over.
CHRIS (cont'd)
If they're out, how come the
kettle's managed to boil by itself?
TWIST
Oo, does this mean we get to force
entry now?
(to Danyael)
I'm good at this.
CHRIS
I'm afraid it looks that way!
Twist, if you'd do the honours?
Twist steps up to the doorframe and rests her ear against it
for a moment, as though considering something. Then, she
takes a step back, and with one strong KICK knocks the door
open. With a beam at Chris, she steps back.
TWIST
Alright, I've done my bit. Now it's
your play, half-breed boy.
Chris nods and walks into the house.
9 INT. CORDEN'S HOUSE. AFTERNOON. 9
The place is deserted, and whoever left did so in a hurry -
the home is cosy, all natural fibres. Wind chimes tingle
quietly out back, and not only is the kettle boiling, but the
washing machine and TV are also both on.
TWIST
Well?
CHRIS
Doesn't appear to be any signs of a
struggle… we'd better comb the
house for any clues.
TWIST
Great. Another day, another
kidnapped witch… this was meant to
be a simple locate and retrieve
mission, and now it's turned into
kidnapping!
DANYAEL
Any ideas?
CHRIS
Except that, like most witches,
Corden most likely has a taste for
tie-dye shirts and chunky wool knit
jumpers, judging by the décor in
here, no. What we could do with is-
VOICE (O.S.)
Hey!!
Twist turns - the voice came from behind them, outside. Chris
walks up to the doorframe to see.
DARRYL, an angry-looking middle-aged man, long dreadlocked
hair and cheesecloth clothing in muted colours. He's holding
a paper shopping bag but his free hand is balling up into a
fist against the intruders.
DARRYL
What the hell are you people doing
in my house?
CHRIS
Ah, you must be Darryl.
DARRYL
(suspicious)
Who wants to know?
Darryl steps up to the doorframe as Twist and Danyael step
either side. Chris holds out his hand.
CHRIS
Christopher Berkeley. These are my
associates, Twist and Danyael.
DARRYL
(ignores hand; still
suspicious)
Very nice. Now what do you want?
CHRIS
Well, I'm here on behalf of a Mr.
Galston, he's requested-
Chris doesn't finish his sentence as Darryl shoves past him.
Chris pauses for a beat, then nods to Twist that he'll handle
things as he steps back inside.
DARRYL
(calling round house)
Corden? Corden! Where are you?
CHRIS
I'm afraid she isn't here.
Darryl spins round and lunges at Chris, grabbing him by the
shirt collars. Chris doesn't fight back.
DARRYL
Where is she? And what's that damn
old man gotten his flunkies to do
this time?
CHRIS
I don't know, we've only just
arrived ourselves. Perhaps we can
help?
Darryl stares at Chris, but Chris' honest eyes tell him that
this is the truth, and Darryl slowly lets go of him. Chris
smoothes out his shirt.
CHRIS (cont'd)
Thank you. As I was saying, we've
only just arrived, and there was no
sign of Miss Lewis when we entered.
DARRYL
How did you get in, anyway? The
door's always locked!
TWIST
Ah, that was me. Sorry.
Darryl glares at Twist, waving meekly from the doorway.
CHRIS
Would you mind my associates
joining me so we can all talk?
DARRYL
(beat)
Okay. Come on in.
Twist and Danyael gratefully nip inside, out of the way of
the advancing sun's rays. The two vampires start looking
round the house as Darryl leans back against the sink,
rubbing his face wearily.
CHRIS
I'm guessing this isn't the first
time the two of you have
encountered a little trouble?
DARRYL
Ever since he found out Corden was
a witch, he hasn't left us alone.
She works for him, you know.
Mr. Galston. Over at that big, oh
so expensive office block with his
other slaves.
CHRIS
Then you probably know why I'm
here.
DARRYL
Yeah, I know. Galston's dying, and
he thinks Corden can help him.
Well, both of us have told him and
any of the heavies he's sent round
here, she can't do anything.
CHRIS
I'm afraid that's not up to me.
I've been hired to head over here,
ask Miss Lewis to accompany us back
to Galston's offices, and then
escort her back afterwards, no
matter what the outcome of the
meeting was.
DARRYL
Huh. Some meeting. He'd probably
chain her up till she found a way
to heal him. There ain't no cure
for what that guy's got.
CHRIS
Which is…?
DARRYL
A disease of the soul.
Chris throws Darryl a puzzled look but is interrupted by
Danyael walking into frame, holding the house phone.
DANYAEL
Hey, shall I make a few calls? I'll
see if I can find the local rebel
boys and girls, they may be able to
lend a hand.
CHRIS
Yes, good idea. Will you be alright
to go meet with them while Twist
and I will head back to Galston's
place and see what's going on? I
doubt Galston had anything to do
with this, it doesn't make sense to
kidnap someone you've just arranged
to have picked up!
Danyael nods and settles down with the phone as Darryl
reaches out and grabs his jacket.
DARRYL
I'm coming with you.
CHRIS
I'm afraid not. If Corden tries to
call back here, you'd better stay
so we don't miss her.
Chris and Twist start to head for the door as Darryl throws
up his arms in protest.
DARRYL
And what am I supposed to do if she
doesn't call?
CHRIS
(beat)
Wait for us to bring her back.
They leave, Darryl muttering under his breath as Danyael
starts talking to someone on the phone in the b.g.
10 INT. BLACK FORD. AFTERNOON. 10
As if proving itself, the sunlight shining in through the
Ford windows isn't affecting Twist, who reclines happily in
the passenger seat.
TWIST
Aah… I was starting to forget what
sunbathing felt like!
CHRIS
I think it's safe to say you don't
really have the complexion for it…
TWIST
Heh, yeah, although there was this
one time, when I-
A loud, high pitched WHINE suddenly fills the air, and the
duo grimace at the painful sound. Chris pulls the van over,
but the sound fades away as suddenly as it arrived.
TWIST (cont'd)
Ow! And 'ow!' again! What the heck
was that?
CHRIS
I have no idea! Some kind of signal
interference, maybe?
TWIST
Well, the radio's working fine,
listen…
She turns up the local news broadcast as Chris looks round,
out through the windows, scanning the area, looking for
anything that could have made the noise.
CHRIS
I can't see anything that could
have produced a sound like that.
Make a note of where we are, I'll
come back and check it out when we
have time. Let's keep moving for
now.
Chris starts the van and drives away again, Twist still
rattling a finger inside her ear.
11 EXT. OUTSIDE REBEL CELL. AFTERNOON. 11
Tucked away down a back alley, and shielded from the sun by a
network of drapes strung overhead between the adjacent
buildings, Danyael finds the entrance to the Minnesota rebel
vampire cell, and knocks a few times on the doorway.
He waits, knocks a few more times, then tries the door
handle. It swings open, and he tenses, knowing straight away
something is wrong. He paces very carefully inside.
12 INT. REBEL CELL. AFTERNOON. 12
We can hear television sets and a radio playing as Danyael
creeps into the base, along a short set of steps leading down
and then round a corner into the main room. He freezes as he
takes the sight in.
About a dozen VAMPIRES, all dressed in vaguely uniform
combinations of jeans, combats, t-shirts and jackets, lie
sprawled about the place, some lying on the floor, some
slumped in chairs, one face first against a table against the
back wall of the room.
The TV set and radio fight to fill the otherwise silent room
as Danyael makes his way into the middle of it. He kneels by
the nearest vamp.
DANYAEL
Hello? Hey! Hey, wake up!
Danyael stands, gently laying the vamp back down, looking as
confused as heck.
DANYAEL (cont'd)
What happened?
The scraping of the main entrance door opening again makes
him jolt, and as we hear the sound of voices drifting into
the room, Danyael quickly looks around for somewhere to hide,
darting off screen as we stay watching the way in.
A group of about nine tough-looking VAMPIRES walk in, stakes
and axes in hand as they survey the K.O.'d rebels, laughing
victoriously.
Watching from inside a small wardrobe at the back of the
room, we see what Danyael sees as one of the vamps roughly
drags the nearest rebel to his feet.
The rebel is still unresponsive, and so with a snarl the
vampire STAKES him, and drops his body back to the floor. The
vamp turns to his comrades.
VAMP
Hey, the boss was right! They're
all out cold! Go get 'em, boys!
With a whoop, the vamps split up, systematically staking
every single rebel in the room in moments.
We can see Danyael's eyes peeking out from inside the
wardrobe, wide with fear as he watches the carnage.
A vamp hauls up a young female vamp, the last one in the
room, and raises his stake to take care of her when a hand
grabs his arm firmly, keeping it raised.
We pan left to see BLAKE, and this is the top dog vampire in
these parts. Tall, well built and sporting a bald head with a
goatee, looking like a Hell's Angel gone wrong, he shakes his
head and takes the stake out of the other vamp's hands.
BLAKE
Now, the boss never said we
couldn't have a little fun with
these losers first, did he?
A beat before the vamp catches on what Blake means, then with
a cackle he throws the female vamp over his shoulder and
starts to leave.
With a grin, Blake surveys the room as the rest of the vamps
file out, grabbing two bottles of spirits lying on the floor
and dousing the room liberally with them, before pausing in
the doorway to light up a flare.
As we watch, Blake throws the flare into the middle of the
room, where it catches on the old sofa and bursts into
flames, before he turns and leaves, letting the room burn.
We can see Danyael's terrified eyes looking out at us as the
flames taking over the room start to lick into view.
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
FADE IN:
13 EXT. OUTSIDE GLASTON INDUSTRIES. EARLY EVENING. 13
Chris walks down the long set of steps from the glass
frontage of the Glaston Industries building, throwing up his
arms to Twist, waiting on the bonnet of the Ford.
TWIST
Well?
CHRIS
Nobody there knew where he was! I
spent five minutes listening to the
receptionist calling every
department in the damn building, no
sign of the chap at all. Whatever
our employer Mr. Glaston is up to,
we won't find out for a while yet.
TWIST
Man… remind me to thank your buddy
Aaron for setting us up with this!
CHRIS
(pats bonnet of Ford)
To be fair, we did need the money
for this thing, so we just need to
solve this little mystery and move
on!
Twist doesn't look too convinced as Chris gets into the van.
She hops down off the bonnet and slips into the passenger
seat.
14 EXT. ALLEYWAY ENTRANCE. EARLY EVENING. 14
The black Ford pulls into frame and Chris and Twist step out,
the sun having set safely behind the larger buildings in the
background. They head down towards the alley we watched
Danyael enter earlier.
CHRIS
Well, this is the main rebel base
round here, according to Danyael.
Let's hope he's made us a few new
friends here.
TWIST
We should name her, you know.
CHRIS
Name who?
15 EXT. ALLEYWAY. NIGHT. 15
Walking down the alley, the drapes fluttering in the breeze
overhead.
TWIST
You know, the van. She needs a cool
name. We can't just call it 'the
van,' can we?
CHRIS
Alright then, how about… Kate?
TWIST
Kate?!?
CHRIS
Yes, after Kate Beckinsale. Lovely
girl. British, too.
TWIST
(hits him on the arm)
No stupid, something like-
CHRIS
Danyael?
Chris spots something and dashes off screen, leaving Twist to
wonder what he was on about.
TWIST
That's stupid, who'd call a van…
(beat; sees it too)
Danyael?!?
Sitting huddled up against the opposite wall of the alley as
smoke pours out of the entrance to the rebel cell is Danyael,
soot all over his skin and several burns showing on him as
well. Chris is already with him, trying to get a response out
of him as Twist skitters over.
CHRIS
Danyael, can you hear me?
(to Twist)
He's in shock, looks like he's been
badly burned.
Chris walks up to the doorway but backs away, coughing from
the sheer amount of smoke pouring out of it. He stands nearby
while Twist tries to get something from Danyael, who is
staring straight ahead, hugging his knees tightly and
trembling.
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