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TEASER
FADE IN:
1 INT. HOTEL ROOM. NIGHT. 1
We fade up to the hotel room Chris just smashed his way out
of, and the gravely wounded JULIE lying on the carpet,
bleeding out.
All is still as we watch, just some faint background noise
from the rest of the hotel - guests chattering, distant TVs,
the sounds of the freeway traffic outside. Julie tries to get
up but can't - she's too weak from having Chris take a gulp
of her blood moments earlier.
We stay on the almost silent scene for a few more torturous
beats until we hear two voices outside drawing closer, soon
identified as TWIST and DANYAEL.
TWIST (O.S.)
I'm telling you, Spook, those two
have got some major league chemical
attraction going on.
DANYAEL (O.S.)
You think?
TWIST (O.S.)
Oh, absolutely. I have an
infallible radar for these things
because-
(beat)
Why is the door off its hinges?
A pause, then we hear the two vampires race up to the door.
Twist is first through the wrecked doorframe, her eyes
falling first on the now-empty bed where Chris was secured,
and then down to Julie on the floor.
TWIST (cont'd)
Oh, crap, Julie!!
She darts forward and is down by Julie in a moment, as
Danyael follows her inside, taking in the scene. Twist lifts
Julie up, trying to rouse her.
TWIST (cont'd)
(panicked)
Julie… Julie! Julie, can you hear-
She sees the two ugly fang marks on Julie's neck.
Twist pales as she realises what's happened. Danyael is
looking round the room in the background, poking his head
into the bathroom before walking back over to Twist.
DANYAEL
There's no sign of Chris anywhere,
what's happened?
TWIST
(trying to stay calm)
I don't know, I… she's been bitten,
but… how could…
DANYAEL
(sharply)
Twist! Stay focused. We need to get
her to a hospital, before-
Julie starts to convulse in Twist's arms, and as the two
horrified vampires watch, Julie VOMITS up a chunk of what
looks like brown sludge, but which crackles as it hits the
carpet, fizzing as though it were acidic. The vamps exchange
a look.
DANYAEL (cont'd)
What the hell was that?
TWIST
I don't know, she must have been…
A thought hits Twist, and she carefully hands Julie across to
Danyael, before springing to her feet and grabbing Julie's
bag.
She kneels back down next to Danyael, emptying the bag out
onto the floor next to her with a shake. She starts sifting
through the neatly organised packets, bags and books inside
as Danyael watches.
DANYAEL
What are you doing? Raiding her
handbag? She's bleeding out here!
TWIST
I'm looking for… A-ha!
Twist holds up a small amethyst attached to a chain, like the
one Julie used on Chris earlier. She holds it over Julie,
still shaking slightly.
The amethyst turns jet black and starts to hiss, and Twist
quickly tosses it away before it can shatter again. Danyael
looks at her, not understanding.
DANYAEL
Okay, I'm just gonna say 'huh'?
TWIST
Magical check. She's been poisoned
by something as well as the damage
from the bite. A hospital isn't
going to save her.
A beat as something else hits Twist.
DANYAEL
(off her look)
What now?
TWIST
What if… what if Chris did this?
DANYAEL
Why would he do that?
TWIST
Maybe we didn't get all that evil
voodoo crap out of him, and when
Julie came back here, she must let
him loose and… oh, God, Danyael!
DANYAEL
I'll take care of her. One of the
vamps here works nights at the
local blood bank, I'll get her a
top up and see if I can stop the
bleeding.
TWIST
Do you know first aid?
DANYAEL
I know enough. You go find Chris,
we're gonna need his help to get
that stuff out of Julie here.
TWIST
Right.
She stands, a determined look on her face as Danyael tears
off a strip of his shirt sleeve and starts to pad it against
Julie's neck.
TWIST (cont'd)
You take care of her. I'll go find
Chris. Something tells me he isn't
gonna be hard to find…
2 EXT. CHICAGO ROOFTOP. NIGHT. 2
We're looking out across the moonlit Chicago skyline as CHRIS
bounds into view, scampering along on all fours like an
animal.
He pauses, squatting at the edge of the rooftop, and gazes
out over the bright lights of the city blocks stretching out
for miles below as a helicopter buzzes past in the distance.
Looking back at Chris, his features looking almost feral as
he pants from the exertion of running, licking his lips in
anticipation of the millions of potential meals wandering the
streets below him.
We pull back a little as he HISSES, then springs forward, off
camera.
BLACK OUT:
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
3 INT. HOTEL - CORRIDOR. NIGHT. 3
Twist dashes along the corridor, skittering around a cleaning
lady pushing a trolley out from one room, leaping over an
empty ice bucket and champagne bottle in her path and finally
coming to a stop at a window at the far end, smashed open.
Bloody handprints can be seen on the paintwork, and Twist
pauses to sniff them.
TWIST
(saddened)
Oh, Chris, honey… What did you go
and do?
VOICE (O.S.)
Hey!!
Twist turns round.
An angry looking cleaner, MARIE, is standing in the corridor,
glaring down at Twist.
MARIE
And just what do you think you're
doing? What did you do to… what
have you done to that window?
TWIST
What? I- No, I didn't-
MARIE
Alright, that's it, I've had enough
of you disrespectful youngsters
tearing this place apart…
She reaches for the walkie-talkie on her belt and opens a
channel with a crackle of static.
MARIE (cont'd)
Security, this is Marie Gaines on
the twelfth floor, we've got
another vandal, so could you get-
CRUNCH! A hand snaps into frame and grabs the walkie-talkie
from Marie's hand, deforming it from the strength of the
grip. We pull back to see Twist, as she lifts the offending
article to her mouth and bites into it.
With a pop and a brief spark, the walkie-talkie breathes its
last, and Twist drops it onto the floor. Twist glares down at
the now terrified Marie.
TWIST
Hey, here's an idea, you facist
beyatch - get back to work and stay
the hell out of my way!
Twist turns and stomps away, back towards the window.
TWIST (cont'd)
Freakin' jobsworth…
Reaching the window, she clambers outside and rattles up the
fire escape out of view. We stay on Marie, shaking.
4 EXT. CHICAGO - CITY STREET. NIGHT. 4
We're looking down along a quiet city street - a few shop
fronts, a bar, a handful of people wandering up and down and
light traffic - before we scan up a little to pick up Chris,
scampering along the rooftops about ten feet above street
level, looking down at the people below.
Blurry and distorted, Chris snaps his head from side to side,
looking for his next victim. He lands on a single young
woman, smartly dressed, walking along and talking on her
mobile phone.
No older than seventeen but trying to dress in her mid
twenties, the girl totters along on her heels as she yaks
into her phone.
GIRL
Yaw, so I said to him, like, why
you gotta keep putting on me like
that? You know, I said, if I wanted
a relationship, then I'd have to-
With a YELP, she is grabbed and pulled into a narrow alleyway
she passes. It happens in a flash, nobody else walking along
the street has chance to notice.
There are no sounds of a struggle as we stay on the street
for a few moments.
5 INT. CHICAGO REBEL CELL. NIGHT. 5
Danyael jogs along, Julie in his arms and wrapped in the
bedsheet from the hotel, as Danyael manoeuvres into the local
rebel cell hideout. He's flanked by SOOZ, a red-dreadlocked
girl, and LEWIS, a fairly normal looking guy with short brown
hair.
SOOZ
What happened to her? She a vamp
victim?
DANYAEL
Sort of. She was attacked by a… by
a friend of ours.
They lay Julie carefully down on a couch which Lewis sweeps
clear of magazines.
LEWIS
A 'friend' of yours?
DANYAEL
Yeah, it's… it's complicated.
Julie lurches forward again and vomits up another mouthful of
the brown sludge, which Sooz leaps back from in horror as it
crackles away on the floor by her feet. She throws an
incredulous look up at Danyael, who sighs.
DANYAEL (cont'd)
Very complicated…
6 INT. EMPTY TRAIN CAR. NIGHT. 6
MALKUTH is lying on the floor of the disused old carriage,
lit by the floodlights above the railway depot a few hundred
yards away, as NIENHAUS, the demon conjuror, peers out
through the windows.
MALKUTH
He's coming… he's getting closer…
NIENHAUS
Can you sense the half-breed?
MALKUTH
Yes… but… but it's different. It's
not like how it normally is, he… he
is different.
Nienhaus raises an eyebrow and turns to one of the remaining
hooded FLUNKIES standing close by.
NIENHAUS
Go and find him. I believe he will
want to come here, you should not
need to fight him.
The flunky gulps, obviously not believing things could be
that easy, before nodding once and disappearing out of the
train car. Nienhaus turns back to Malkuth, who is groaning
and scratching at his chest.
MALKUTH
It burns… something in here burns!
NIENHAUS
You are interwoven now. The half
breed has removed a part of you,
but replaced it with a part of
himself.
Malkuth reaches out and grabs Nienhaus by his collars,
pulling the emotionless demon down to his eye level.
MALKUTH
Find him!!
NIENHAUS
As I said, he will find you, else-
MALKUTH
Or else what? And don't give me any
of your warlock cryptic mumbo jumbo
either!
NIENHAUS
(beat)
Or else you will both perish.
Before the sun rises.
Malkuth slumps back, looking defeated.
7 EXT. CHICAGO – ALLEY. NIGHT. 7
Chris is standing over the girl we just saw him grab, who has
almost fainted with shock, hanging limply in the one arm he
holds her with. He's already taken a bite out of her, as we
can see from the marks on her neck and blood trailing down
Chris' chin.
He pants heavily but she's too weak to even shout out, and he
starts to lean in to finish her off, when:
8 EXT. BIRMINGHAM - STREET. NIGHT. 8
A flashback to Chris' first kill, back in 1973, the nurse
dead weight in his arms as Chris gazes down at her, before
reaching one trembling hand to his face, feeling his fangs
for the first time.
9 EXT. CHICAGO – ALLEY. NIGHT. 9
The similarity of the two moments hits Chris, and with the
same trembling hand, he traces his fangs. With an almost
disgusted growl, he drops the young girl to the floor and
scampers off into the shadows at the other end of the alley.
We stay on the girl for a few moments, before her eyes
flutter and she sits up slowly, pressing a hand to her
injured neck with a wince of pain.
10 INT. CHICAGO REBEL CELL. NIGHT. 10
Sooz is holding a bucket in front of Julie as she heaves
again, throwing desperate looks back at an increasingly
frantic Danyael and Lewis. Julie's neck wound has been
bandaged, but she's still obviously full of poison.
SOOZ
Don't just stand there, do
something!
DANYAEL
I don't know… I don't know what to
do! The bites I can patch up, God
knows I've done it enough times,
but this…
(beat)
The only guy who could help is the
one who may have done this to her.
LEWIS
That Chris guy, right? The one
currently MIA?
DANYAEL
Yeah, we need to-
A phone rings, and Lewis steps to one side to answer it.
LEWIS
Hello? Yeah, it's Lewis, what's up?
(beat)
Really? Where?
(beat)
Got it. Thanks.
He hangs up and turns to Danyael.
LEWIS
Vamp attack downtown, a couple of
blocks away from here. Could be
your missing leader.
DANYAEL
(nods)
Yeah, could be.
Danyael reaches into his pocket for his own mobile phone,
calling Twist on it.
11 EXT. CHICAGO – STREET. NIGHT. 11
Twist is jogging along a quiet city centre street, past rows
of closed shops and empty bars, a look of extreme worry on
her face. She pauses to answer her phone.
TWIST
Speak.
(beat; listens)
Check. Thanks, Danny boy.
She pockets the phone and dashes off camera.
12 EXT. CHICAGO – STREET NEAR ALLEY. NIGHT. 12
We're looking at the entrance to the alley Chris almost
killed the girl in, pulling back as red and blue flashing
lights illuminate the scene to see an ambulance and patrol
car, with the shivering girl, neck bandaged, wrapped in a
blanket and being attended to by two paramedics as a police
officer cordons off the scene.
Pull back further to pick up Twist, watching the events and
trying to work out where Chris would have headed to.
TWIST
Well, at least he didn't kill her!
That's something...
Twist heads off to work her way round to the back of the
alley and continue the hunt.
13 EXT. CHICAGO – ROOFTOP. NIGHT. 13
On another roof, this time overlooking a crowded section of
the freeway, Chris stands, coat billowing in the wind. His
vamp face is still firmly in place, but he seems unsure of
what to do next.
He suddenly flicks his head to the side, as though hearing a
distant call, and after a beat he hops down off the
building's edge, out of sight.
14 EXT. CHICAGO – WALKWAY. NIGHT. 14
Landing with consummate grace on a pedestrian walkway that
passes over the freeway, Chris pauses, hunched on all fours,
before leaping to his feet and running over the walkway.
15 EXT. CHICAGO – PARK. NIGHT. 15
We see one of Malkuth's flunkies, watching from behind a tree
as Chris scampers over the walkway, pauses, checks left and
right and then starts to jog across the road towards the park
entrance. He gulps and tries to hide even more.
FLUNKY
(scared)
Oh gods… oh gods… that wizard had
better have been right…
The flunky waits a few more moments, then steps out from
behind the tree. He holds his arms up as Chris screeches to a
halt about ten feet away.
The flunky tries to hide his nerves as Chris watches him,
squatting down again and cocking his head to one side, like a
curious dog.
FLUNKY (cont'd)
My master awaits! He senses your
pain and wants you to join him so
that you may both be cured.
A long beat. Chris doesn't move, and starts to sniff the air.
The flunky, by now sweating heavily, tries again.
FLUNKY (cont'd)
Follow me, and I will take you to
him! That way, we can all…
The flunky pauses as Chris GROWLS like a wolf and starts
padding forward towards him. The flunky starts to edge
backwards, fearing for his life.
FLUNKY (cont'd)
Uh… good doggie?
With another growl, Chris leaps forward and pounces, knocking
the flunky down and taking them both off camera.
We hear the flunky scream and struggle for a few moments
before there is a loud SNAP, followed by Chris standing
again, his face and hands dripping with blood which he
gratefully licks away.
He suddenly stops mid lick, head snapping to the right, and
starts his running again, disappearing off screen.
16 INT. EMPTY TRAIN CAR. NIGHT. 16
Malkuth is now lying flat on one of the tables in the train
car, shirt open and mottled grey skin on display as Nienhaus,
eyes closed, hums a chant and waves his hands through the air
above Malkuth. Malkuth is sweating and obviously in some
discomfort.
MALKUTH
Well?
NIENHAUS
(blank)
You do not have much time.
MALKUTH
What can I do to get him here
faster?
NIENHAUS
Try to reach out to him. He is
already trying to find you, but he
is sensing the piece of himself
that is now mixed with you. This is
causing him to take longer to find
you. If you try to call out to him,
he may be able to hear you.
MALKUTH
Okay, fine, get me a megaphone and
a big enough amplifier and I'll see
what I can do…
Malkuth's sarcasm bounces right off the almost Vulcan-like
coldness of Nienhaus, who just stares down at him.
NIENHAUS
Use your mind. He will hear you.
Malkuth sighs, closes his eyes and tries to concentrate. We
start to close towards him as his breathing slows.
17 EXT. CHICAGO – STREET. NIGHT. 17
We're looking out through Chris' eyes as he races down the
empty street, the headlights of passing cars glaring
brightly, our vision distorted as though we're looking
through the a rain-soaked car windshield. Chris' breathing
can be heard, panting as he runs.
MALKUTH (V.O.)
Chris? Can you hear me?
We see Chris now, who stops and stands bolt upright, looking
around for the source of the voice he just heard.
MALKUTH (V.O.) (cont'd)
Well, what do you know, you can!
Follow my voice, Chris.
Chris sets off again, changing direction and heading off
towards a road signposted 'Station.'
18 EXT. CHICAGO – WALKWAY. NIGHT. 18
Twist drops down into view, hot on Chris' tail. Pausing to
sniff the air to check for his scent, she sets off again,
running as fast as she can.
19 INT. CHICAGO REBEL CELL. NIGHT. 19
Julie is looking more stable, but very, very pale, wrapped in
a thick blanket and curled up tightly on the sofa. She's
still not fully conscious, and seems to be burning up as Sooz
mops her brow with an old towel.
Sooz presses a hand to Julie's head and frowns, looking over
to where Danyael is still pacing around in the background,
checking his phone every few moments.
DANYAEL
Well? How is she?
SOOZ
I'm no doctor, Dan, but I can
safely say she's sick. This girl
needs help, fast. I can't get her
to swallow any painkillers, or even
drink some water, she's still
pretty much unconscious and
vomiting on reflex.
DANYAEL
Damn it!
SOOZ
Who is she, anyway? She's not a
vampire, that much I can tell.
DANYAEL
She's a friend. A doctor. Chris
called her in to try and help cure
himself, he thought he'd been
cursed or poisoned or something,
but whatever she thought she'd done
looks like it didn't work.
SOOZ
(thinks)
Chris… Chris… that'd be Chris
Berkeley, right? The vampire
looking for the cure?
DANYAEL
Yeah, that's him.
SOOZ
Wow. Always thought he was just an
urban legend.
(beat)
You know, like vampires.
She grins, and manages to get one back out of Danyael as
Lewis walks back into the room, phone in hand which he hangs
up and puts back on a tabletop.
LEWIS
Right, I've got some more of our
people out looking around, we
should get some news back on Chris
soon. If he's out there, we'll find
him.
DANYAEL
Thanks, man. I know we just barged
in here and demanded help, but-
LEWIS
Think nothing of it, you and Chris
are kind of heroes to us lot
anyway! Don't know much about that
girl you mentioned, though. Tryst,
was it?
DANAYEL
Twist.
LEWIS
Yeah, her. Who is she?
DANYAEL
(beat; off Julie)
Her best chance.
As Danyael gazes down at the failing health of Julie, we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
FADE IN:
20 EXT. CHICAGO – PARK. NIGHT. 20
We fade up on Twist, walking through the park where Chris
attacked the flunky, scanning left to right for any tracks.
We look up from the ground towards Twist as she appears from
behind the treeline several feet away, with the feet of the
dead flunky on the left of the screen.
Twist spots the body and hurries over. She grimaces as she
gets closer – whatever's left of him obviously isn't
something she wanted to look at. She calls Danyael.
TWIST
Danyael, hey. I've found a victim.
It's a fresh kill, he must be
close.
(beat)
No, not a civilian. Looks like one
of Malkuth's boys, if the tattoo
and K-Mart value robes are anything
to go by. I think I've got a trail,
I'll call you if I spot him.
She hangs up and jogs off screen to the left.
21 INT. EMPTY TRAIN CAR. NIGHT. 21
Malkuth is still lying on the table, eyes closed as he tries
to communicate with Chris, a grin on his face.
NIENHAUS
Have you contacted him?
MALKUTH
Yes, but… heh, this is very
peculiar.
NIENHAUS
Peculiar?
MALKUTH
Yes, it's as though… I can control
him. He appears to be operating on
some sort of almost animal instinct
level, so… so it's easy for me to
make him open to suggestion… it's
almost like playing a game!
NIENHAUS
Do not play games with him, just
bring him here.
MALKUTH
Oh, I am. But first…
22 EXT. CHICAGO – TRUCKERS CAFÉ. NIGHT. 22
We're inside a quiet truck stop, 18-wheelers and their cabs
parked up outside and a handful of tired looking truckers
sipping mugs of coffee.
Chris breaks the calm by SMASHING through the glass window
next to the entrance, sending the patrons scattering for
cover with a yell as shards of glass burst towards them.
Roaring with rage, Chris wrenches tables up out of the ground
and flips them over, hefting up one of the cheap plastic
chairs and hurling it towards the counter.
The chair slams into the wall next to the radio, smashing it
into pieces and cutting the music off dead.
Still howling, Chris tears the place apart, grabbing a
terrified trucker and sinking his fangs into his neck for a
moment before throwing him to the floor. Yelling in pain, the
trucker presses a hand to his neck and tries to push himself
away across the floor.
Looking through Chris' eyes, but with the same distorted
effect as before, we hear Malkuth speaking to him.
MALKUTH (V.O.)
(relishing the moment)
Now go for the waitress…
Chris turns slowly to face the waitress, cowering against the
back wall, her hand feeling out for something to defend
herself with and finding a silver tray, which she swats out
at Chris with as he draws nearer.
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