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TEASER
FADE IN:
1 EXT. STREET – MORNING 1
TWIST walks down the street. She passes a few HOMELESS GUYS
listening to a portable television.
WEATHERMAN
Just to clarify a mistake that I
made, and such events do occur
loyal listeners, the sun is
scheduled to rise earlier than
usual this morning. Usually the
longest day in the year is in July,
but this certainly hasn't been a
typical year. Now, back to Devin
with sports.
A shadow falls across one of the Homeless Guys, and he looks
up just in time to notice the STAKE in his gut.
He slumps to the ground and the other Homeless Guys Vamp out
as Twist re-enters frame. She trades punches with both of
them, quickly gaining the advantage.
She rolls past a punch, and grabs her stake, stabbing the
second Homeless Vampire with it.
The Third Homeless Vampire charges at Twist, but she grabs
one arm and spins him round, slamming him to the floor. She
SLAMS her stake down towards his chest, but he moves, ducks a
punch, and knocks her down with a forearm.
Twist dodges a spinning kick before grabbing the Homeless
Vampire by the collar of his dirty clothes, and THROWING him
headfirst through the window to Video-Shack.
Lying, dazed, in a shower of broken glass, he can't move in
time to avoid Twist quickly STAKING him.
Twist brushes some glass specks off her jacket and grins.
TWIST
Aah! Morning exercise. Can't beat
it!
Twist walks along the street, entering The News Hut.
2 INT. NEWS HUT – MORNING 2
Modern News Agent. Soft drinks are in fridges, liquor is on
the shelves, dirty magazines are in sight, and overpriced
food is everywhere. Twist approaches the counter. RASHIDI
(25, Indian, bearded) is behind it, reading the latest issue
of SFX.
TWIST
Hey there.
Rashidi briefly looks up, but just as quickly looks back down
at the magazine. Twist blinks, having expected a warmer
response.
TWIST (cont'd)
Uh, I'm a friend of Chris?
RASHIDI
I know many Chris's, young lady.
TWIST
I'm sure you do - but not many of
them have sharp teeth.
RASHIDI
(grins; puts down
magazine)
Not many of them have teeth at all.
What can I do for you?
TWIST
I've come to purchase some goods.
Rashidi gestures to the fully-stacked shop shelves.
RASHIDI
We have lots of goods.
TWIST
The kind I'm looking for aren't on
the shelves.
RASHIDI
(nods)
Give me a second.
Rashidi walks from behind the counter and moves over to the
door. After checking that no one is going to enter, he shuts
it, making sure to double-lock it quickly.
The blinds are pulled down, and the entire store is rendered
into near-darkness. With a CLICK, the auxiliary lights are
turned on. They cast an ominous hue over the shop as Rashidi
stands behind the counter.
He presses a button underneath, and the entire shape of the
shop changes before our eyes.
All the shelves and merchandise the average customer would
see disappears, and in its place comes the most extensive
collection of weaponry not owned by a major government or a
terrorist faction.
Twist looks around, displaying the wide-eyed exuberance of a
young child at Christmas. Pistols, shotguns, bazookas,
grenades, Holy Water, supersoakers, crossbows, vials of acid,
stakes, swords, daggers, heck, they even have a Dissimulator
Gun. Twist can't keep it in.
TWIST
Wow! This is kinda like 'Men In
Black'... only with a stronger
background smell of curry.
RASHIDI
(smirks)
I had a feeling you'd feel that
way!
Twist runs her hands over some of the weapons, eyeing them
with a cheeky grin. She lifts up a silver-plated rifle
weapon, checking its weight and swinging it round to aim at
imaginary enemies.
TWIST
Dare I ask how you got your grubby
little hands on any of this stuff?
RASHIDI
The war never ends, Miss Twist.
It's best to keep prepared.
TWIST
And here was me thinking Chris was
hi-tech just 'cause he had a swish
laptop...
RASHIDI
How do you think he stays hi-tech?
(beat)
We go way back. Around the time he
first became a vampire, in fact. I
helped him out a little, once I
knew I could trust him.
(while putting weapons in
a sports bag)
He's a good guy. He'll be loyal to
you no matter what. That's one of
his problems, in fact, he can be
too trusting.
TWIST
What about you?
RASHIDI
Me? I'm too distrustful.
He throws the bag to Twist. She catches it, bowing slightly
under the weight of everything inside.
TWIST
How much?
RASHIDI
I'll waive the usual fee on one
condition. Tell Chris 'it's
coming,' he'll know the rest.
TWIST
One thing I've learned in this
business - there's always something
coming. Thanks for the goodies,
amigo, I'll pass that message on
for ya.
Rashidi opens up the door, and lets Twist out. When she
leaves, he flips a switch and turns the shop back to its
usual state.
3 EXT. STREET – MORNING 3
Twist walks along the street. In the sky above, the sun
rises, a little higher than expected.
A ray of sunlight starts to burn Twist's exposed neck. She
doesn't notice at first until she sniffs the air and smells
smoke.
TWIST
Whoo, something smells off round
here...
(it hits)
Oh, crap!
Twist races along the street, luckily able to avoid any other
burns. As she dives into an alley:
4 EXT. ALLEY - MORNING 4
Twist stands in shadow, rubbing her neck, still red from the
burn.
The sunlight at the end of the alley cuts Twist off. There's
no possible escape. She glances round a few times, looking
for a way out, when a car pulls up at the end of the alley,
with a dim looking blonde girl at the wheel.
'Walking On Sunshine' by Katrina & The Waves blasts out the
girl's car stereo, and after a beat Twist realises what the
song is. She slaps her forehead loudly at the irony of it
all, then looks up at the sunny sky before we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
5 EXT. ALLEY - MORNING 5
Twist paces back and forth. The sounds of the city echo
distinctly in the distance, and we can see the sunlight
cutting her off from either end of the alleyway.
TWIST
Think Twist, think! There's got to
be a way out of this one...
The sun sizzles in the clear sky as Twist continues to pace.
She's trying to think, but the ideas aren't presenting
themselves. Then she stops, slowly smiles and snaps her
fingers.
TWIST (cont'd)
Gouranga!
Twist grabs a phone out of her stylish overcoat pocket.
TWIST (cont'd)
(dials number)
Let's hope Chris is in a chatty
mood...
6 INT. MOTEL ROOM - MORNING 6
Blinds cover the windows, blocking out sunlight. Chris's
phone is on a table. It rings repeatedly but no-one makes an
attempt to answer it.
Off screen, we can hear feet hopping back and forth and the
odd 'thwack' of a punch landing.
CHRIS and DANYAEL are engaging in a little sparring - not so
much boxing, more kung-fu maneuvers. Both are wearing work
out clothes.
Chris backs away, blocking Danyael's kicks and punches - he's
showing a lot of promise. Chris ducks a spinning-kick, and
locks his arms around Danyael's neck.
He tightens the grip and after a beat, Danyael taps Chris on
the shoulder. He promptly releases the hold and the two step
apart, catching their breath.
CHRIS
Excellent, you're getting much
better.
DANYAEL
Slowly but surely, right?
CHRIS
Lesson number seventy-nine, never
rely on anything that has an
element of risk. Every move must be
timed to perfection.
(hears phone)
Excuse me.
Chris picks up the phone.
CHRIS (cont'd)
(into phone)
Hello, Twist.
7 EXT. ALLEY - MORNING 7
Twist smiles with relief.
TWIST
(into phone)
Ah, glad you finally decided to
answer! Where were you?
CHRIS
I was just teaching Danyael some
moves. He's getting much better,
and I think he-
TWIST
(sarcastic)
Wow, that sounds good, I'll make
sure not to bother you with the
whole mortal danger angle I'm
working.
CHRIS
(turning serious)
'Mortal danger'? What do you mean?
Is everything alright?
TWIST
It turns out I didn't read the
newspaper this morning, and that
I've gone and landed myself in an
actionable position.
CHRIS
(exasperated)
What?
TWIST
I'm trapped in an alley. Just as
the sun gets his big old hat on.
CHRIS
Oh! That isn't good.
TWIST
You're telling me!
CHRIS
Is it shaded at all? Can you make a
break for it?
Twist looks forward.
The street is lit perfectly, which - natch - is a problem for
your average Vampire.
TWIST
No. Too risky.
(beat)
I don't play nice with the sun. We
have issues.
CHRIS
(solemn)
Yes, I know..
TWIST
What should I do?
8 INT. MOTEL ROOM 8
Chris is about to answer when with a BEEP, the connection to
Twist is lost.
CHRIS
Huh? That's strange...
He looks down at the phone and rattles it a few times.
9 EXT. ALLEY - MORNING 9
Twist frowns, shaking her phone and shouting into it.
TWIST
Hello? Hello!
Twist looks down at the phone - the screen reads 'Battery
Empty.'
TWIST (cont'd)
Stupid, mass-produced, Taiwanese
knock-off piece of crap!
She stares at the edge of the alley as she pockets the phone.
A look of uncertainty slowly creeps over her.
10 INT. MOTEL ROOM 10
Chris eyes his phone. Something's up. Danyael practices kicks
and punches, he's pretty quick.
DANYAEL
Watch out, creatures of the
night...
He pulls his fist back.
DANYAEL (cont'd)
... the ass-kicking DJ is in town!
He looks at Chris, sees his strange expression.
DANYAEL (cont'd)
What's wrong?
CHRIS
Twist's in trouble.
DANYAEL
So what else is new?
Chris just motions towards the sunlight outside with his
head, and the penny drops.
CHRIS
You do realise what time of day it
is, don't you?
DANYAEL
Aw, man... What are we gonna do?
Chris doesn't answer, he just looks out towards the windows.
His lack of answer makes Danyael even less comfortable.
11 EXT. ALLEY. MORNING. 11
Twist looks around for something she can use to get out of
the alley safely. There's a dumpster, several cardboard
boxes, a manhole, a fire escape overhead and a few windows
further up the wall of the building next to her.
The sunlight hasn't made it across the whole wall yet, but
she'll need to move fast.
TWIST
Okay, girl, time to take some
action pills and get moving!
She takes a few steps back and aims for a run up at the
bottom of the fire escape ladder. She takes a deep breath,
then jogs forward, jumping up at the last moment, arms
outstretched.
Her hands miss the lowest rung of the ladder by inches..
.. and Twist sails through the air, landing in a heap on top
of a pile of damp wooden crates a few feet away.
As she rolls off, her left wrist falls under a stray sunbeam,
and with a howl and a HISS of burning skin, she jumps up to
her feet.
Rubbing her sore wrist with a frown, she looks up at the
bottom of the ladder again, before realising a much simpler
method.
She shoves the dumpster to beneath the ladder, and then with
a quick hop she's on top of that and climbing the ladder.
She's halfway up when she remembers something and looks back
down into the alley.
With a groan, she slides back down the ladder and onto the
dumpster, scooping up the bag and starting her ascent again.
She gets to the first floor landing of the fire escape, but
as she swings up to get her feet on the metal stairway, she
fumbles the bag, which spills open on the stairs with a
series of echoing CLANGS.
Twist quickly scoops up the guns, stakes, axes and swords,
but as she stands, we see a middle-aged MAN staring out at
her from a window next to the stairway, a horrified look on
his face.
Twist looks in at him, then down at her hand - she's still
holding an axe in one hand. She tries her best, most innocent
smile.
TWIST (cont'd)
Good job I picked this up! Wouldn't
want any kids playing with it,
cutting their legs off or anything,
or...
She stutters to a halt. The man isn't buying it, already
dialing '911' into the phone in his hand. Twist scowls at him
as she tucks the axe away.
TWIST (cont'd)
Well, shucks. Thanks for the vote
of confidence!
Twist jumps up to the next floor and continues to scale the
steps up the side of the building as the man watches her from
the safety of his window.
12 EXT. ROOFTOP. MORNING. 12
Twist makes it up as far as the top of the roof of the
building, which is thankfully dotted with pockets of shade
from the smokestacks and other small structures poking out
across its surface.
The sun is still high overhead, unfortunately, so Twist's
immediate route out of the shade cast by the building
opposite only extends a few feet forward. Twist scans around
for something to help, before spotting something off screen
with a smirk.
A row of sheets and shirts hang from a clothesline before us,
fluttering in the morning breeze.
As we watch, a sword blade slowly pokes into frame, trying to
unhook one of the sheets from the line. The sword gets one of
the clothes pegs, but as it makes a lunge for the sheet, it
misses and the sheet drops down towards the street below, out
of view.
Tongue out as she concentrates, we see that she's tied the
sword hilt to the end of a long wooden stick, broken roughly
off from the frame of a service door next to her, and is
trying to use it to grab one of the sheets.
She tries again, and with a little gasp of victory reels the
sword back in from out of frame - a sheet is draped over it,
which she grabs and drapes over her head.
Turning and looking out across the roof, she sees the dash
she'll have to make to the first bit of cover, and she bites
her lip - not an attractive prospect.
Struck with the moment, she grins sardonically and wraps the
drape around her head, Mother Teresa style, and puts her
hands together in prayer.
TWIST
Bless me, Father, for though I am
doubtlessly a sinner in thine eyes,
albeit a fantastically attractive
one, I've got too much work to do
to die out here on this rooftop,
so... make sure I don't. Amen.
Gritting her teeth, she takes one step back then makes a dash
for cover, bag of weapons tucked under her arm.
Huffing as she runs, the sunlight overhead glinting through
the drape over her head, we hear Twist starting to sizzle as
the nearest smokestack draws closer.
With a gasp, she makes it to the shadows again, and whips off
the drape which is smoking, frantically patting her head and
shoulders in case they're burning too. Twist sighs and leans
back against the stack, looking out across the rest of the
roof.
The far side of the roof is safely in the shade - but it
seems like an awfully long way away, with plenty of open
ground and sunlight in between.
Twist sags against the wall, already looking exhausted.
13 INT. SHOPPING MALL 13
Three TEENAGERS are hanging in the Food Court. They stand by
a fountain, sipping sodas and laughing after hearing some
truly crude jokes. They're dressed like your average teen
rockers - plenty of black.
Watching them are two men, ROBERTS (33, balding) and HARRIS
(34, big). Though it isn't immediately obvious, both are cops
- undercover cops to be precise.
ROBERTS
What do you think?
HARRIS
Let's go.
They walk over to the Teenagers. The teens tense up as the
two guys approach, obviously sensing the cop vibes coming
from them.
ROBERTS
Can you kids read?
The Teenagers look at one another, when one steps forward, in
Roberts's face.
TEENAGER #1
Yeah. Can you?
They laugh. Roberts and Harris exchange a knowing look.
ROBERTS
Funny.
HARRIS
The sign says 'No Loitering.'
A polite and often-ignored sign stuck to one of the food
court's columns says: No Loitering.
TEENAGER #2
(rolls eyes)
Come on, man! We're just chilling
out, it's too good a day to get
heated up about anything.
Roberts steps forward, gets in the Teen's face.
ROBERTS
Guess what? I don't care.
Teen #3 gets in Roberts's face.
TEEN #3
Hey, back off!
Harris and Roberts grab the Teen and SLAM him down onto the
concrete. His nose breaks on impact. He yells in pain as his
horrified friends watch on.
Roberts smirks and draws his badge, flashing it to the rest
of the teens. With worried glances back to their fallen
friend, the teens beat a hasty retreat.
14 INT. POLICE CAR (MOVING) 14
Teen #3 sits in the back. He clutches his broken nose,
bleeding all over the seats. A small little chain-link
partition separates him from Roberts & Harris. Harris drives
as Roberts smokes. Their radio crackles.
DISPATCH
225 & 326 come in, over.
Roberts picks up the radio.
ROBERTS
(into radio)
Dispatch, this is 225. Over.
DISPATCH
225, we have reports of a woman in
your area who appears to be in
possession of a bag full of
unaccounted weapons. Last sighted
in the alley behind the News Hut.
ROBERTS
(into radio)
Dispatch, we are on our way.
He puts the radio down.
The two cops share a grin, before Roberts cocks his .45 and
Harris guns the car's engine, accelerating towards their
destination.
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
FADE IN:
15 EXT. ROOFTOP - MORNING 15
The sounds of the city are still buzzing as Twist dashes into
frame, the blanket over head smoking as she makes it to the
next smokestack along.
Pausing to catch her breath and pat away any stray bits of
fire again, she readies herself for another run when a pigeon
lands on top of the smokestack. It peers down at her, cooing,
and Twist smirks back up at it.
TWIST
It's alright for you, you can just
fly away and get out of here!
What's a girl like me supposed to
do?
The pigeon cocks its head from side to side a few times
before two more join it. Twist psyches herself up for the
next dash, but as she takes her first step out of the
shadows, the pigeons reach down as one and grab hold of the
blanket. Twist jerks backwards and glares up at them.
TWIST (cont'd)
Hey! Scat, you flying vermin...
She tugs at the blanket but the birds hold it fast, quickly
joined by several more. With a growing cacophony of cooing,
the birds succeed in wrenching the drape out of her hands,
and with a flutter of wings they take to the air with it,
landing a few short feet away - directly out in the sun.
Twist stares at them, dumbfounded, as they settle down on the
blanket, making themselves comfortable.
TWIST (cont'd)
Of all the... Ooh! If I could walk
out there, why, you scumbags'd be
picking each other's heads from out
of your asses!
Twist looks back across to the next bit of cover. It's a
raised service door leading to the top floor of the building,
several feet away.
Twist estimates her chances, checking between the door and
the sun a few times as she weighs up the odds.
TWIST (cont'd)
I can make that. Sure I can! Just a
few feet... in broad daylight. No
problem.
(less confident)
No problem...
She tenses - and then runs. She gets a few feet out into the
open when gouts of flame start to spark up all over her arms,
and so with a yell she JUMPS - and sails into the shade
again.
She hits the deck and rolls on the floor to quickly put the
small fires out, yelping with pain. When they're all out, she
lies on the floor, panting.
TWIST (cont'd)
I don't suppose anyone ordered a
vampire well done, did they?
She looks up and sees a ladder leading down to the other side
of the building.
16 EXT. ANOTHER ALLEY. MORNING. 16
The bag of weapons drops into frame, followed by Twist as she
hops off the bottom of the fire escape ladder leading down to
street level, and slumps to the floor next to a set of large
recycling bins.
She looks weary as we pan left and catch sight of a cop car
crawling to a stop at the end of the alley.
17 INT. POLICE CAR. MORNING. 17
Roberts & Harris stare out of the window. They see Twist
sitting on the floor further down the alley.
ROBERTS
Blonde female, early twenties...
HARRIS
... complete with sports bag.
ROBERTS
That's our suspect. Huh, looks like
a hooker.
(off look)
What? Goths can't be hookers? And
to top it off...
(cocks gun)
She's a vampire.
HARRIS
How do you know?
ROBERTS
Tip-off. Same call that put us over
here in the first place. You know
what to do, right?
He exits the car. Harris looks round the inside of the car,
grabs a small wooden pencil and follows him a moment later.
18 EXT. ALLEY - MORNING 18
Twist looks up and sees them approach. She sees the gun in
Roberts's hand, and the pencil in Harris's hand. She leaps
up, holding the bag protectively.
TWIST
What? I knew the police were tough
round here, but can't a girl and
her bag sit in an alley for five
minutes without you guys trying to
bust me?
HARRIS
Co-operate with us, please, ma'am.
ROBERTS
'Ma'am'? Harris, stop playing by
the damn rules. Call that thing
what it is.
TWIST
Excuse me?
ROBERTS
I know exactly what you are...
vampire. And the only things I want
to see here are you dropping that
bag and your undead ass burn under
the sunlight.
TWIST
Oo, scary. Look at me shaking.
Kinda sucks that you'll have to
walk away having accomplished
neither of those things.
Roberts aims his gun at her, but Twist just sighs.
TWIST (cont'd)
That'll only slow me down, stupid!
Roberts SHOOTS Twist in the shoulder. She yells in pain,
dropping the bag as she clutches her shoulder.
ROBERTS
Yeah, that's kinda the point.
Harris approaches with the pencil. Twist backs off, wary but
starting to grin again as she looks down at the pencil,
dwarfed by Harris' chunky hand.
TWIST
Overcompensating for something, are
we?
Harris scowls and lunges forward. She moves, and pulls her
knee up so it SLAMS into his groin. He falls to the floor
with a grunt, holding his crotch.
Roberts goes to fire again, but Twist is off like a flash.
She doesn't blink as she SMASHES through a locked door and
quickly enters it.
Roberts grabs Harris up. The two men pursue Twist through the
door.
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