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19 INT. SHOPPING MALL - SERVICE ENTRANCE. MORNING. 19
Twist dashes along a plain corridor, frantically trying every
door on the way, but finding that every one is locked.
Roberts shouts as he rounds a corner in pursuit, and Twist
starts to dash onwards, towards a pair of glass doors leading
into the rest of the mall.
20 INT. SHOPPING MALL. MORNING. 20
Twist looks around her, trying to find somewhere to get away
from the cops, and she groans as she scans the floor.
The roof of the mall is made up of large window panes,
allowing all the sunlight above to filter down into the rest
of the mall.
She starts forward, carefully hopping from side to side to
stay in the shadows cast by the window frames, making slow
progress until Roberts bursts through the glass doors and
aims his gun at her again.
ROBERTS
Freeze! Everybody get down, escaped
suspect on the run!
Twist looks round as terrified early morning shoppers throw
themselves to the ground all around her. She looks to either
side - sunlight all around. She flaps her hands in
frustration.
TWIST
Oh, give me a break!!
Roberts takes one step forward, but Twist JUMPS to the side,
part of her hair bursting into flames as she lands in shadow
a few feet away.
She starts running for the doors leading outside, but Roberts
FIRES at her, and she ducks and jinks to one side as the
bullet shatters a shop window just next to her.
She heads for the doors again, but a Japanese tourist stands
in her way, oblivious to the danger and excitedly readying
his camera to catch some footage of the US police force in
action. Twist looks back over to Roberts.
Roberts is raising his gun to fire again.
She realises the tourist is going to get shot if he doesn't
move, so she lunges and throws herself in front of him.
There is a BANG off screen, and an instant later a bullet
PUNCHES into Twist's forearm, missing the tourist's head by
inches thanks to Twist's save.
Twist and the tourist crash to the floor, and she gets up,
wincing and clutching her arm.
TOURIST
Ah, arigato!
TWIST
Yeah, don't mention it...
Twist shoves through the mall doors and races off outside,
sticking to the cover of the awning outside the building.
Roberts and Harris enter frame, not paying any attention to
the tourist as they barge through the doors in pursuit.
21 INT. NEWS HAT. MORNING. 21
The door opens and Chris and Danyael enter. The entire place
is in carnage - newspapers cover the floor, the shelves are
wrecked, glass is everywhere, and there is a stream of blood
from the counter to the soft drink fridge. Chris throws
Danyael a concerned look before calling out for the
shopkeeper.
CHRIS
Rashidi?
They hear a slam O.S. Before they can react, Rashidi walks in
from the back. His face is bloody, his body bruised.
RASHIDI
Thank you, now, shall we...
Rashidi starts to faint away, but Chris lunges for him and
grabs him, and he and Danyael lead him over to a chair behind
the counter. Danyael looks around for something to clean up
Rashidi's cuts.
CHRIS
What happened?
RASHIDI
Vampires!
DANYAEL
(sceptical)
This early?
CHRIS
Why would they attack you?
RASHIDI
My secret apparently got out, it's
now officially hunting season on
me. The undead don't take kindly to
those who fight the good fight.
Chris nods, knowingly.
DANYAEL
Why would they attack you here
though? Why not attack you during
the night? Daytime is a risky
prospect for us vamps, last time I
checked.
RASHIDI
Whoever said vampires used reason?
DANYAEL
(double takes)
Excuse me?
RASHIDI
I think I was pretty clear.
Danyael steps forward, pissed, Rashidi just glares coldly
back at him. Obviously there's no love lost between the
shopkeeper and the underworld he deals with every day.
DANYAEL
Maybe I want to hear it again?
Rashidi stares down Danyael. He's weak, but not too weak to
get in a vampire's face.
RASHIDI
Vampires are slime. Filth. There's
no humanity left in any of them.
And yes, I know you're a vampire.
Backs up my point. Your entire race
is filled with pieces of trash,
whose sole purpose is to rape, and
to plunder, and to corrupt.
Danyael shakes with anger, and Chris picks up on this and
steps between the two of them.
CHRIS
(sternly)
Both of you, cool it. Rashidi, you
know better than to talk to friends
of mine like that.
RASHIDI
(still glaring at Danyael)
Last time I checked, Mr. Chris, you
didn't have any friends.
CHRIS
Things change.
Chris turns to Danyael, who is still glowing with wounded
pride. He pushes Danyael gently back a step.
CHRIS (cont'd)
Danyael, go take a look round the
shop, see if you can find us some
bottled water so I can finish
cleaning Rashidi's wounds.
Danyael can tell he's being sent away to cool off, so with
one last dark look at Rashidi, he slopes off. Chris waits
until he's out of earshot then leans in close.
CHRIS (cont'd)
(quietly)
I told you before, don't pigeon
hole all of us, Rashidi. Not
everything is what it initially
appears.
Rashidi nods grudgingly. Chris passes him a bunched up wad of
kitchen roll which Rashidi presses to a cut on his head.
CHRIS (cont'd)
Now. Where is Twist?
RASHIDI
You mean she never came back to
either of you?
Chris suddenly looks worried - very worried.
22 EXT. CITY STREET. MORNING. 22
Twist jogs down the street, keeping close to the side of the
mall, looking for a way across the street. The sun is
overhead now, not giving her many shadows to play with.
She comes to the end of the wall and finds her way blocked
off by the sun. Frantically looking for a way out, we hear
Roberts and Harris bustle out of the mall doors behind her.
At that moment, a large truck rolls down the street towards
us, casting a long shadow across the road. Twist grins and
hops out into the road, running alongside the truck and
staying inside its shadow.
It shifts gear and starts to accelerate, starting to leave
her behind. Twist bangs her fist against its cargo hold.
TWIST
Hey! Hey! Slow down, I'm not built
for sprinting!
As Twist weaves between the other cars on the road, trying to
stay alongside the truck, we see Roberts take aim from across
the street, and Twist ducks as another SHOT rings out,
pinging off the truck next to her.
Ducking reflexively as he hears the shot, the truck driver
curses and swings his truck to the side, starting to lose
control as the truck begins to skid.
Twist dodges to the side as the truck starts to slide away
from her, one eye on the sunlight gleaming over the top of
the rig, when she hears a SCREAM. Her head whips round.
Frozen in place in the middle of the road as the truck skids
towards her, a nine-year old GIRL watches the two-ton rig
close in on her with big deer-in-the-headlights eyes. Her
MOTHER, several feet away, is the one screaming.
She dashes forwards towards the girl, ignoring another bullet
that flies her way.
Looking from just behind the girl as the truck cabin looms
above us, there doesn't seem to be any way out - until Twist
heroically flies into frame, scooping the girl up without
stopping and racing off screen, missing the truck by a breath
as the rig slams grille-first into the screen.
She starts to smoke again as she runs across the street,
through the sunlight, to the refuge of a café across the
street, taking cover beneath the canopy over its tables.
Twist, the sports bag still slung under one arm, lets the
girl go as her mother runs into frame, bundling up her
daughter with a grateful sob.
MOTHER
Oh, thank you, thank you!
TWIST
(out of breath)
No big, just doing what I do.
ROBERTS (O.S.)
Freeze! Stop that woman!
TWIST
Oops, time to go!
(to girl)
See you later, honey. And look both
ways next time!
With one look over her shoulder, where we can see Roberts
sliding across a car bonnet as traffic backs up around the
stricken truck, Twist dashes off screen again.
The mother watches her go, not knowing what to say as Roberts
and Harris run past, still in hot pursuit.
23 INT. NEWS HAT. MORNING. 23
Chris and Danyael are getting ready to head back out in
search of Twist, readying weapons just in case. Neither
notices Rashidi reach under the counter.
He grabs a crossbow duct taped to the bottom, and raises it
to level it at Chris. Chris freezes, tapping Danyael on the
arm to alert him.
CHRIS
Rashidi? What are you doing?
RASHIDI
Sorry Chris. Just logistics.
Rashidi fires. Danyael pushes Chris to the side, and the
crossbow PIERCES Danyael's shoulder. Danyael shouts in pain
and stumbles back as Chris leaps at Rashidi, but Rashidi
reloads quick and SHOOTS Chris through the neck.
He gasps in pain and falls to the floor. Rashidi lays the
crossbow down and steps round the counter, looking down at
the two stricken vampires beneath him.
RASHIDI (cont'd)
I'm afraid I forgot to mention that
these are poisonous crossbows.
They'll kill humans, but sadly
they'll only knock out vampires.
Rashidi licks some blood off his palm as Chris struggles to
rise. Danyael is already out cold.
RASHIDI (cont'd)
Ketchup. Surprisingly effective.
Rashidi laughs, picks up a phone and dials 911.
RASHIDI (cont'd)
(into phone)
Hello, police? I'd like to report a
break-in... just tell them Rashidi
has some more trouble-makers
rounded up. They'll understand.
On his insidious grin we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
24 EXT. STREET. MORNING. 24
Twist runs along, a broadsheet newspaper held over her head
as a makeshift blanket, not helping much against the sunlight
that hits her as she sprints along, dodging past shoppers and
pedestrians as she tries to stay under cover.
She veers left, and runs towards us down a covered promenade,
throwing the paper away. She's still smoking slightly,
attracting some odd looks as Roberts and Harris round the
corner after her.
Twist reaches out and snatches an umbrella from a young woman
she passes, popping it up over her head and darting out into
the road again.
With several honks of car horns, Twist dodges between cars as
they screech to a halt around her, making it to the other
side of the street safely thanks to the umbrella.
Folding the umbrella away, she dives into a lingerie store
nearby, and after a few beats Roberts and Harris jog into
frame, Harris huffing as he tries to catch his breath.
HARRIS
Aw, tell me we're not going in
there?
ROBERTS
Damn right. Vampire freaks think
they can run free round my town?
(reloads gun)
Not while I'm still breathing. Come
on, Harris.
Roberts steps inside the shop, and with a reluctant gulp
Harris follows him in.
25 INT. LA SENZA STORE. MORNING. 25
With whispered comments floating around between the ladies
inside, Roberts stalks through the inside of the lingerie
store, his eyes snaking round as he searches for Twist.
He flashes his badge at the girl behind the till as Harris
tries not to look at any of the displays.
ROBERTS
Police, ma'am. We're following a
suspect who just snuck in here,
blonde Caucasian female about five
eight in height.
TILL GIRL
Uh, she just ran through here, I
think she went out back...
The till girl points, and with a nod Roberts walks off.
Harris has become entranced by one of the posters until
Roberts barks back to him.
ROBERTS (O.S.)
Harris! Get over here!
Harris jogs off screen.
Roberts has his gun ready, one hand on the service door
handle, before wrenching it open, aiming his gun inside. He
steps in slowly, followed by Harris, who pulls the door shut
behind them.
The till girl watches the cops disappear from view, as
Twist's head pokes up from behind the counter. She sighs with
relief and pats the till girl on the shoulder.
TWIST
Thanks, sweetheart.
TILL GIRL
Uh, sure, I think... haven't I just
committed a felony?
TWIST
Hey, I haven't done anything,
remember? Those guys just think I
have, and they're not in the mood
to stop and listen. I've gotta
split, try and stall them if you
can, okay?
TILL GIRL
(uncertain)
Well... alright.
TWIST
(big smile)
Molto buono!
Twist sneaks off towards the shop entrance, pausing on her
way, checking round to make sure nobody can see her, then
snatching up a fancy-looking bra from one of the displays.
She pushes open the door and steps outside, unfolding the
umbrella as she leaves.
26 INT. NEWS HAT. MORNING. 26
Rashidi is still talking on the phone, but Chris and Danyael
have been tied up back-to-back now.
His crossbow lies within easy reach, but both of our guys are
slumped and out for the count.
RASHIDI
Relax, I've still got everything
under control! These two won't
cause a problem. Everything is
going to ahead as planned. Just
make damn sure you actually manage
to contact that vampire. Okay.
Goodbye.
Rashidi hangs up as Chris starts to cough up some blood, and
Rashidi looks down at him with a smirk.
RASHIDI (cont'd)
Ah, good, alive at last!
(beat)
Technically speaking.
Rashidi kneels down as Chris starts to lift his head up.
RASHIDI (cont'd)
I suppose you want to know 'why'?
(no response)
It's simple. Logistics, as I said.
In this day and age, it doesn't
really pay to be good any more. Too
many constraints, too many rules
you have to follow.
(beat)
No. It pays to be grey. Not good,
not evil, but a kind of beige. I'm
not sure really what the exact
colour is, I never really liked art
at school.
(wistfully)
Maybe red. I do kinda have a thing
for red. Blood, like you're
coughing up... red-headed girls
always make me turn twice. There
were three of them once...
(dismisses gesture)
... don't worry, you'll get the
gist sooner or later.
DANYAEL
(weakly)
Hey!
Rashidi stands as Chris' head slumps down again.
DANYAEL (cont'd)
I'm... talking... to you...
Rashidi walks over to Danyael. He's barely conscious,
fighting the effects of the poison.
RASHIDI
Recovering as well, good for you!
DANYAEL
(through gritted teeth)
If you touch... one hair... on her
head... I'll make damn sure... you
die a slow, painful death, you back
stabbing-
RASHIDI
Is that so?
(kneels by Danyael)
Truth is, I don't know where your
friend Twist is. Can't say I really
care. She doesn't factor into the
plan.
DANYAEL
Plan?
RASHIDI
(smirks)
Oops. I said too much.
He CRACKS the crossbow down onto Danyael's head. The force of
the blow knocks him out instantly, and he slumps down.
RASHIDI (cont'd)
But what is a Master Plan that you
keep to yourself?
He laughs and walks back over to the counter, laying the
crossbow down again, grabbing a Pepsi from the fridge cabinet
behind him and taking a gulp from it.
27 INT. EMPTY SHOP. MORNING. 27
Twist sits cross-legged on top of the counter inside what
appears to be an army surplus clothing store as she dials in
a number on the store phone.
The steel shutters over the windows are down, but a few of
the internal shop lights are on.
Twist looks across to a dummy standing nearby and grabs a US
Marines cap from one of the displays, wearing it lopsided as
she drums her fingers on the counter, waiting for the call to
connect.
28 INT. NEWS HAT. MORNING. 28
We hear Chris' mobile RING, but he and Danyael are both still
out cold. Rashidi walks back into the room, looking for the
sound, and kneels down by Chris, locating the phone in his
jacket pocket. He takes it out and answers it.
RASHIDI
Hello?
TWIST
(filtered; through phone)
Chris? You're not Chris, who the
hell is this?
RASHIDI
(smirks)
I'm afraid Mr. Berkeley can't come
to the phone right now.
29 INT. EMPTY SHOP. MORNING. 29
Twist hops down off the counter, looking alarmed.
TWIST
Rashidi? Is that you? Since when
did you start sounding like a bad
guy? And where's Chris?
RASHIDI
(filtered; through phone)
It would take me a long time to
explain my reasoning all over
again, Miss Twist, so let's just
say I had an epiphany a while ago
about my direction in life, and I'm
making my first positive steps
towards it.
Twist paces up and down the shop, getting more and more
concerned as Rashidi speaks.
TWIST
You rotten baumgartner, you sold
him out!
RASHIDI
It's just business, Twist, just
business.
TWIST
(seething)
I'm gonna take you apart in
alphabetical order when I get my
hands on you, you stinking-
Twist is disturbed by the loud SCREECH of metal grinding
against metal outside, and looks up to see what's happening.
The first steel shutter over the shop's windows suddenly
lifts up, sending a beam of bright sunlight into the store.
Twist yelps and hops backwards out of the way, throwing the
phone away and looking round frantically for a way out.
The second shutter creaks up, leaving Twist even less room to
move in, but as she turns she sees a large display board next
to the counter.
With a grunt and a heave, she tips it over, running alongside
it and using it as a mobile sunguard as the third and final
shutter is raised, flooding the shop with light.
Twist drops into a roll as the display hits the floor, making
it to safety on the other side of the shop. Catching her
breath, as she readies her umbrella again.
TWIST (cont'd)
This is already turning into a very
long day...
Twist tries the shop's front door and opens it.
30 EXT. OUTSIDE EMPTY SHOP. MORNING. 30
Stepping out onto the pavement to a surprised look from the
teenager opening the shutters to open up the shop, Twist
stays in the shade cast by the building and pops up the
umbrella. She notices the teenager and flashes him a smile.
TWIST
Sorry about that, just needed to
make a call. Ciao!
She heads off down the street, with the teenager blankly
watching her go.
31 EXT. CITY STREET. MORNING. 31
Twist walks to a junction in the road, the only path she can
take being through the shadow of a building cast over the
road straight ahead. She checks both ways then starts to walk
forward.
A Porsche is racing towards the junction, and as we see Twist
walk into frame, the driver slams on his brakes and starts to
skid to a halt.
She tenses as the Porsche bolts towards her, realising that
if it hits her she'll be thrown straight out into the
sunlight.
She waits until it's inches away from her, then deftly JUMPS
up onto its bonnet, skipping across its roof and landing on
the road again as the car finally slows to a halt several
feet away from her.
As the car's driver jumps out and shouts over to her, she
starts running again.
32 INT. POLICE CRUISER. MORNING. 32
Roberts and Harris are back in their patrol car, searching
the streets for any sign of Twist. Harris is clutching a La
Senza bag, much to Roberts' annoyance.
HARRIS
(off bag)
Cheryl's gonna love this, she's
always trying to get me to go into
that place, but I always wuss out,
because it's all, you know, so,
well, girly and everything so I-
ROBERTS
(interrupts)
Harris, gotta stop you there.
(beat)
No reason, just gotta stop you.
Roberts reaches for the CB radio as Harris pouts.
ROBERTS (cont'd)
Dispatch, this is 225, over.
DISPATCH
(filtered; through radio)
Dispatch, over.
ROBERTS
Any leads on that suspect we've
been tracking? We lost sight of her
downtown and were hoping somebody
else had spotted her.
DISPATCH
Afraid not, 225, but we had a call
for you from a Rashidi Deepak,
proprietor of the News Hat kiosk
over on 4th and Rosenberg, he says
he's captured two intruders and
wants you to swing by and pick 'em
up.
ROBERTS
We're kind of on the trail at the
moment, can't somebody else go?
DISPATCH
He asked specifically for you,
Officer Roberts. He said it was a
special case.
Roberts pauses, and he and Harris exchange a look.
ROBERTS
Copy that, Dispatch, we're on our
way. 225 out.
Roberts replaces the CB receiver and accelerates away.
33 EXT. OUTSIDE NEWS HAT. MORNING. 33
Roberts' police cruiser is parked up next to a second,
unmarked car outside the shop, and as we watch Chris &
Danyael are hauled out the shop doors, blankets wrapped over
their heads.
Chris is squashed down into the back seat by Roberts, but
Danyael kicks up a bit more of a fuss as Harris tries to
shove him in, twisting to avoid the sunlight creeping across
the scene.
DANYAEL
Hey, careful, man, I burn easy!
HARRIS
Keep it quiet, freak. Get in there!
Rashidi watches from the doorway, still sporting the crossbow
as CURRY (45, no nonsense), the Police Chief, appears next to
him. He momentarily eyes the crossbow, but quickly dismisses
it.
CURRY
Good work Rashidi, nice to have two
wanted criminals in custody.
RASHIDI
Criminals?
CURRY
As far as I'm concerned, all of
these vampires are criminals the
moment they stop being human
beings.
Rashidi chuckles as Curry steps towards the cruiser.
RASHIDI
So what will you do with them?
CURRY
We'll question them, maybe beat
them a bit, and then send them
packing from town. They ever come
back, we'll do the same as we did
the last bunch of nightcrawlers we
caught sneaking around.
Chain them to the statue of our
benevolent governor, and let the
sun do the dirty work for us.
RASHIDI
Try to go easy on Chris, though,
would you? I know we're not exactly
friends any more, but he's done me
a few favours in the past.
CURRY
Okay, fine, we'll just run them out
of here under cover of darkness.
You happy?
RASHIDI
Very. Oh, and there's one more of
them too, a girl. Blonde. Pretty.
But armed with a bag full of my
merchandise.
CURRY
That's kind of sloppy, Rashidi,
why'd you let her leave with that
kind of firepower?
RASHIDI
Well, I was hoping she'd lead me to
Chris and his pale friend in there,
but as you can see they came to me
instead. You'll be able to find her
with this.
He tosses a small black box to Curry.
Curry holds up the box - a small GPS map of the city is
displayed on its screen, with a flashing red dot in the
centre. Curry pockets the box and nods.
RASHIDI (cont'd)
There's a tracking device hidden in
the bag. That'll lead you straight
to her.
They nod their goodbyes, and Curry steps towards his unmarked
car as Roberts' cruiser drives away.
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