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36 INT. EMPTY TRAIN CAR. NIGHT. 36
Malkuth paces up and down before a line of four FLUNKIES,
each armed with a longsword, chests puffed out proudly as
their master nods his head, pleased.
MALKUTH
Excellent. And you're sure you know
where this rebel cell hideout is
located?
FLUNKY #1
Absolutely, master. I saw the
vampire girl Twist take Chris there
myself. There only seemed to be
three others in there, they'll be
no match for us.
MALKUTH
Perfect. Now, what I want you to-
There is a FLASH of brilliant white light, and Malkuth is
blown off his feet and sent flying through the air, landing
with a CRASH further down the car.
The light fades, and as Nienhaus and the flunkies pick
themselves back up, one of the notices their fallen leader
and races over to him.
Flat on his back and out cold, he doesn't respond as the
flunky tries to revive him.
FLUNKY #2
Master? Master! Can you hear me?
Malkuth's eyes flick open, and there is a BANG as he fires
his pistol. The flunky's eyes go wide, and he slumps, dead,
to the floor as Malkuth sits up, looking somewhat
disorientated, his smoking pistol in one hand.
MALKUTH
(dazed)
Yes, yes, I can hear you… and ssh!
Not so loud…
The other flunkies and Nienhaus walk over, stepping over the
body of their fallen comrade as two of them help Malkuth to
his feet. He still seems disorientated.
FLUNKY #1
Master, what happened? And why did
you kill Brother Arglok?
MALKUTH
He was shouting. I hate that. And I
feel… I feel fine, actually.
(to Nienhaus)
I think… I think they reversed the
spell! Can they do that?
As if to reply, the clear urn filled with the red and white
essences of the spell, sitting on one of the tables at the
rear of the carriage, EXPLODES, and with a howl of magics,
the swirls of energy fade away.
Nienhaus turns back to Malkuth.
NIENHAUS
Yes, it would appear they can. I'm
afraid the spell is no longer
infecting the half-breed. However…
Malkuth places a hand to his chest and sighs gratefully.
MALKUTH
However, this means I'm back to
normal again, right? My black
little heart is as it should be?
NIENHAUS
Yes.
MALKUTH
Great.
And with that, Malkuth SHOOTS Nienhaus in the head again. The
demon keels over and hits the floor with a THUD.
FLUNKY #2
But… but why, master?
MALKUTH
Drammalow warlocks can only do that
regenerating trick once. And I
didn't want to pay him. He
irritated me.
(beat)
Go! All of you, go, I need some
time to get my breath back.
With nods, the flunkies disperse, stepping over the second
dead body now lying in the carriage.
MALKUTH (cont'd)
(to Flunkies)
And bring me some more wine! I feel
like celebrating and getting
stinking drunk at the same time…
Malkuth sighs happily as the last flunky leaves the car.
MALKUTH (cont'd)
Well, Chris, that didn't go exactly
according to plan, but I hope
you're having as rewarding a night
as I am!
37 INT. BLACK FORD. NIGHT. 37
Screaming at top speed through the night traffic, Danyael at
the wheel and Chris riding shotgun, slumped in the seat and
still looking far from healthy.
Twist is in the rear with Julie lying across her lap, the
doctor lying still and not appearing to be breathing.
TWIST
I don't get it, can't you just zap
her with some of those healing
spells you spent so many years
working on? I thought you were good
at this sort of thing?
CHRIS
I can't, I'm still too weak. And
anyway, even if I did have the
energy, I've got no way of knowing
that what I did wouldn't hurt her
more. She needs actual medical
attention, and fast!
(to Danyael)
Step on it!
Danyael nods and revs the engine some more, swerving from
side to side as he streaks through the traffic.
As we pull close to her pale face, we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT THREE
ACT FOUR
FADE IN:
38 INT. COOK COUNTY – E.R. NIGHT. 38
Danyael races through the sliding doors leading into the
waiting area, Julie in his arms as Twist helps Chris along
behind him, one arm helping Chris stay upright.
There are a few scattered patients lounging around on the
chairs, typical small hours of the morning casualty patients,
and a few night staff in attendance who leap to attention as
Danyael charges up to the reception desk.
DANYAEL
Help us, please! She's not
breathing, we think she's been
poisoned!
The NURSE on duty gets up and opens the security doors that
lead into the ER proper with one look at Julie. A JUNIOR
DOCTOR hurries over as Danyael rushes into the ER and towards
an empty gurney standing against one wall.
JUNIOR DOC
What's the story?
NURSE
Middle-aged female, just brought in
by this guy here.
(notices Chris and Twist)
Hey, is your friend okay?
CHRIS
I'm fine… just a little out of
steam at the moment.
Twist helps Chris into a chair and then dashes over to Julie
as the Junior Doc listens at her chest with his stethoscope.
He nods to Nurse.
JUNIOR DOC
Weak pulse, very shallow breathing.
Get a tox screen, stat. You say she
may have been poisoned?
DANYAEL
(evasive)
Yeah, we're, uh, not sure what
happened. We left her alone for a
few hours and found her like this.
JUNIOR DOC
(shines pocket light in
Julie's eyes)
Are you sure she hasn't taken an
O.D. of anything? What's her name?
TWIST
Julie. Julie Kingston. She works
here, right?
The Junior Doc looks at the Nurse, who pales as she finally
recognises Julie.
NURSE
Oh, God… Julie! Can you hear me?
JUNIOR DOC
She may be in toxic shock, we need
to get her bloods tested and see
what kinds of crap she's got in her
system.
The Doc and Nurse start to wheel Julie's gurney off towards
the emergency room. Danyael starts to follow but the Nurse
holds up a hand to keep him back as they roll the gurney into
the E.R.
NURSE
Stay in the waiting area, please,
sir, I'll send someone down to let
you know how she's doing.
Danyael watches helplessly as they push Julie's gurney
through the swing doors leading into the E.R.
We get one last shot of Julie's face before the doors swing
shut, obscuring her from view. We dissolve to:
39 INT. COOK COUNTY – WAITING ROOM. NIGHT. 39
It's some time later, and Danyael is pacing up and down at
the back of the room, all the rows of seats now empty, as
Twist tries and fails to get something out of the vending
machine. She slots in a quarter and after a beat slams her
palm against the machine.
TWIST
Hey… hey! Snickers bar, damn it!
She hits it again, and raises her hand for a third time
before Danyael grabs her hand, looking angry.
DANYAEL
For the love of confectionery,
Twist, give it a rest!
She glares back at him for a moment before the anger passes,
and she bows her head and nods.
TWIST
Okay, okay, you're right. I'm
sorry.
She glances across to where Chris is sitting, leaning forward
with his head in his hands. The vending machine 'pings' once
behind Twist, and she ducks down out of shot, standing up a
moment later with a happy grin and a Snickers bar in hand
before she goes and sits by Chris.
TWIST (cont'd)
Hey, chief. You okay?
CHRIS
This is all my fault.
TWIST
What? No, don't be stupid.
(beat)
I mean, it is your fault and all,
but what I'm trying to say, in my
own frequently insensitive and
often sarcastic way is, don't feel
bad about it. You couldn't help it.
CHRIS
I should have been stronger. I
should have done more to fight
whatever it was that took a hold of
me.
TWIST
Look, I think you did about as good
as you could have done! You managed
not to kill a whole town's worth of
people in one night, I think we can
mark that up as A Good Thing.
(beat)
Snickers?
Chris looks up at her for a beat, then shakes his head and
stands, pacing over towards the ambulance bay doors.
Outside, we can see one lone ambulance waiting in the parking
bay, with the driver enjoying a quick cigarette break as he
leans against the cabin. Chris rests one arm against the
door, looking thoughtfully outside.
CHRIS
It's a quiet night tonight. You
know, when I used to work here,
we'd always pray for night shifts
like this. You could always bet
that just as you were settling in
for a midnight to 8 a.m.
rotation, you'd get a multi-vehicle
pile-up on the freeway, and they'd
start bringing the victims in
quicker than you could treat them.
Chris isn't casting a reflection in the glass of the bay
doors, and neither does Twist as she steps up to stand behind
him, chewing her chocolate bar.
CHRIS (cont'd)
We'd get people spraying blood back
out of their bodies quicker than we
could put it in, all the time there
was nothing but more pain and
death…
TWIST
Why the heck did you get a job
here, then? I mean, isn't a
hospital, full of various degrees
of bloody, dying patients, not
exactly a smart place for, you
know…
(whispers)
… a vampire?
CHRIS
Believe me, Twist, nothing gets you
off a nasty blood habit quicker
than working in an emergency room,
with gallons of the stuff all over
the place on some nights. Perhaps I
was trying to test myself, I don't
know. All I know is that I was
determined
not to let my condition get in the
way of what I wanted to do.
TWIST
Which was?
CHRIS
Helping people. I'd lost sight of
that somewhat before you came
along. All I'd started to care
about was finding the cure for what
I was, and all the years of hard
work I'd put in trying to follow my
calling were starting to go to
waste…
TWIST
Hey, watch it, boss, this is
starting to sound worryingly like a
motivational speech!
Chris turns to face her and grins, and she grins back.
TWIST (cont'd)
I swear, if you start singing 'Kum
By Yah,' you're on the floor again.
CHRIS
Relax. I just hope Julie's alright.
Chris reaches into his jacket and retrieves his wallet,
opening it and frowning.
CHRIS (cont'd)
That's funny, I could have sworn I
had a five dollar note in here
still…
Twist throws a look back round to Danyael, who stifles a
chuckle. Twist turns back to Chris and shrugs, trying to look
as innocent as possible.
NURSE (O.S.)
Mr. Berkeley?
The Nurse from earlier is standing at the security door
entrance to the E.R. ward and waves Chris over. She talks
quietly as Chris walks up to her.
NURSE (cont'd)
I'm afraid I have some bad news.
CHRIS
(closes eyes)
Oh, no…
NURSE
We haven't been able to identify
yet whatever it was that was in
Miss Kingston's system, but even
though there are only residual
traces of it now on the tox
screens, there's been severe
internal damage. It's like…
CHRIS
What?
NURSE
This is going to sound crazy, but
nobody here has ever seen anything
like it. It's as though something
was eating away at her from the
inside out, almost like she
swallowed a gallon of concentrated
acid.
CHRIS
(sighs; beat)
So what's her condition?
NURSE
I'm sorry, Mr. Berkeley, but
there's nothing we can do for her.
We've stabilised her, but it's only
a matter of time before her entire
system goes into shock again and
shuts itself down.
The Nurse lays a tender hand on Chris' arm as his face droops
and his eyes close, fighting back the tears.
CHRIS
(quietly)
Can I… can I see her?
NURSE
Just give me a moment.
The Nurse heads back over to reception to get Julie's file as
Twist and Danyael walk over. Chris is silent, shaking
slightly as he fights to contain his distress.
TWIST
So what's up, doc?
DANYAEL
(shakes head)
I cannot believe you just said
that…
TWIST
What? Oh, you're trying to tell me
you're not a child of the Looney
Tunes like me?
DANYAEL
I- what does that have to do with
anything?
TWIST
A-ha! I knew it. It's the hair.
Dead giveaway. Excuse the pun.
CHRIS
(quietly)
She's dying.
TWIST
Hmm? Say what?
CHRIS
She's dying.
TWIST
(beat; quietly)
Oh.
DANYAEL
Man… I'm sorry.
CHRIS
The infection did too much damage
to her body, it's just a matter of
time before it gives up.
(beat)
I killed her.
TWIST
Hey!
(hits Chris on the arm)
Do not think that. This is
Malkuth's fault, not yours, you
can't blame-
But Chris is already walking away, tears rolling down his
face. He walks straight past the two vampires and out into
the ambulance bay.
DANYAEL
Should we go after him?
Danyael starts to walk, but Twist stops him.
TWIST
No, leave him.
NURSE
Um, excuse me?
Twist turns to see the Nurse waiting, chart in hand as she
looks around for Chris.
NURSE (cont'd)
Where did he go?
TWIST
(beat)
He, uh… he needed some air.
40 EXT. COOK COUNTY – AMBULANCE BAY. NIGHT. 40
As 'Bother' by Stone Sour starts to play, Chris is stood
outside in the bay, sheltered between two tall buildings
either side, a light rain falling as he looks up to the night
sky, his fists balling up.
He SCREAMS at the top of his lungs up at the moon, his voice
failing after a few moments, and he collapses to his knees,
his hands wrapped round his head, sobbing into the pavement.
The AMBULANCE DRIVER steps over and leans down.
DRIVER
Hey, pal, you alright?
Chris suddenly snaps up, and the Driver jumps back, startled.
Chris shakes his head slowly.
CHRIS
No. No, I'm really not.
DRIVER
You, uh, want me to fetch anyone?
CHRIS
No. She's not going to die.
A beat as the Driver starts to understand what's happening.
DRIVER
(sympathetic)
People die here every day, buddy.
That's just the way it is.
Chris stands and turns his head back towards the hospital.
CHRIS
Not tonight.
41 INT. COOK COUNTY – E.R. WARD. NIGHT. 41
We're looking across the main ward, rows of curtained off
beds bathed in the subdued overhead lights. Heart monitors
beep softly, breathing apparatus clicks and wheezes, and
there is the occasional cough or groan of pain as we look
down the rows of beds.
With a SNAP, the security locks on one of the windows are
wrenched open, and as the window pane slides up, a rain
soaked Chris clambers inside. He looks up and down the ward
for Julie's bed.
Asleep in her bed, raised half-upright, with an IV drip in
one arm, a breathing tube in her nose and a heart monitor
beeping slowly by the side of her bed. Her skin is starting
to turn an almost grey colour, and it's clear she doesn't
have much time left.
A shadow falls across her as someone pulls aside the curtain
surrounding her.
Chris looks down at her. The tears are welling up in his eyes
again, but he closes his eyes and lets them roll down his
cheeks, trying to regain his composure. He reaches out a hand
and holds it over her chest.
A soft yellow GLOW starts to appear from beneath Chris' hand,
and thin slivers of yellow light start to spread out, running
across Julie's torso as though they were liquid. Chris' hand
starts to shake and he frowns, eyes squeezed shut as he
maintains the supreme effort.
CHRIS
(softly)
Don't die on me, Julie. Please…
The glow intensifies, and Chris starts to breathe heavily as
the spell begins to drain what little energy he has left. The
yellow trails of energy are cascading from his hand down onto
Julie, soaking into her skin and fading away. Fade to black,
then back up:
42 INT. COOK COUNTY – WAITING ROOM. NIGHT. 42
Twist is at a complete loss as she wonders where Chris could
be. The bay doors hiss open behind her, and as she turns
round Chris staggers into the waiting room, collapsing to his
knees.
Twist leaps out of her seat and grabs him, and he throws an
arm around her as she starts to help him to his feet.
TWIST
Where did you go? Danyael's out
looking for you, we thought you'd-
CHRIS
(wheezing)
It's alright… just let me sit down…
She helps him into a seat and he takes a deep breath, as the
Nurse rejoins the scene.
NURSE (O.S.)
Ah, there you are!
She looks oddly relieved, checking her chart again and
shaking her head, before grinning and looking back.
NURSE (cont'd)
I'm not sure how, but… I think
you'd better come with me.
43 INT. COOK COUNTY – E.R. WARD. NIGHT. 43
Looking down on Julie in her bed, asleep and suddenly much
healthier – colour in her cheeks and a regular heartbeat. The
Nurse smiles down at her, and then turns to Twist and
Danyael, standing by the bed.
NURSE
I can't explain how it happened,
but she's starting to recover. We
must have overestimated the amount
of organ damage – it's like her
body just decided it wasn't ready
to quit, and started to fight back
and heal itself. If I didn't know
better, I'd say it was a miracle!
By rights, she should be dead.
TWIST
(grins)
We hear that a lot. Right, Chris?
She turns – Chris is gone. Danyael looks round.
DANYAEL
Huh, he was right behind me…
TWIST
(calling out)
Chris? Chris! Chris, where are you?
44 INT. HOTEL ROOM. NIGHT. 44
Back in the hotel suite the group were using, Twist is
checking through the heap of bags on the floor.
TWIST
All his stuff's gone. His clothes,
his weapons, everything. Where the
hell did he go?
DANYAEL (O.S.)
Hey, Twist, come take a look at
this.
Twist gets up and walks over to Danyael, who is sitting on
the bed where Chris was restrained earlier, holding two small
white envelopes. One reads 'Twist & Danyael,' the other
'Julie.'
With a concerned look to Danyael, Twist opens the first
envelope. Inside is a sheet of paper, which she reads.
CHRIS (V.O.)
Dear Twist and Danyael, I'm sorry
to carry on like his, but I have to
go. I know you'd probably say I was
overreacting, but you have to
understand how much Julie means to
me, and how close we all came to
losing her tonight.
No matter what involvement Malkuth
had in all of this, the fact
remains I both lost control of
myself, and I very nearly killed
innocent people, and that I nearly
took the life of one of my dearest
friends as well. I think it's best
for everyone if I spend some time
alone. I've left you and Danyael
some money and my contact book, you
should be able to find plenty of
work to do while I'm gone. I can't
say how long it'll be for.
Twist sits on the bed, shocked at what she's reading.
CHRIS (V.O.) (cont'd)
The other letter is for Julie, I'd
appreciate you passing it on when
she comes to at last. All it really
says is that I'm sorry for what I
did, and that I won't get her
involved in my problems any more.
Please don't try to find me, I need
to do this, for all our sakes.
DANYAEL
Well? What'd he say?
TWIST
(disbelief)
He's… he's taken off! He said he
can't handle almost killing Julie,
or how close he came to killing
other people while he was under the
influence of that spell, so he's
disappeared…
(beat; seethes)
God, that is so fricken British!!
What is it with Brits and their
damn guilt complex?
DANYAEL
What are we going to do?
Twist glances at Danyael – it would seem that she's now in
charge. She thinks for a moment, then stands.
TWIST
We're gonna find him.
Off Twist's determined look, we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF SHOW
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