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TEASER
FADE IN:
1 INT. TYPSY'S BAR. NIGHT. 1
We fade up on an inner city bar, but we can quickly tell that
this isn't exactly 'Cheers.' The place is full of VAMPIRES,
smoking, drinking, playing pool, arguing over the jukebox,
which plays 'Roll Over Beethoven' by Chuck Berry, but all
with a relaxed air.
The vamps are dressed like art students - plenty of sweaters
and baggy jeans - and so when a posse of BIKERS push open the
bar doors and step inside, the contrast is immediate.
BIKER #1
Well, hey, look what we have here!
BIKER #2
Alright, youngsters, clear out, we
got some serious drinkin' to do and
we don't plan on sharin' with
anyone.
The vamps exchange looks, then burst out laughing. A tall,
dark-haired vamp called HECTOR steps up to the lead biker,
eye to eye.
HECTOR
Maybe you missed the sign outside.
This is a reserved bar, we don't
allow your kinds of guys in here.
Now it's the biker's turn to exchange looks and erupt into
laughter. The lead biker lashes out and grabs Hector by his
collar, lifting him off the ground and into the air. The arty
vamps stand - trouble is brewing.
BIKER #1
You must not have heard me first
time, little man. We came to drink,
not pick fights with dropouts like
you! So come on now, move it.
We can see Hector reaching out with his free hand, but the
biker doesn't, and he can't move in time when Hector grabs up
a pool cue from the nearby table, ramming it into the biker's
chest.
The biker staggers backwards, dropping Hector and staring
stupidly down at the wood sticking out of his chest, before
collapsing to the ground.
His comrades snarl, and in moments we see that the bikers are
all also VAMPIRES, breaking out brass knuckles and other
weapons and advancing into the bar.
VAMP #2
You guys picked the wrong party to
crash this time…
BIKER #2
We'll see about that when I walk
outta here wearin' your skull as a
belt buckle, kid!
The two sides charge into one another, fists flying as the
bar descends into chaos. The bartender ducks out of sight as
a biker is hurled against the back wall.
A vampire is pinned down to the pool table by two bikers and
staked through the heart by a third, howling in pain and
slumping to the ground.
Chairs are smashed across backs, glass shatters as a biker is
kicked through a booth wall, and the fight is pretty evenly
matched until there is an almighty EXPLOSION, the back wall
of the bar shattering outwards as both sides are thrown to
the floor.
Three new VAMPIRES step through the smoking hole in the wall,
scanning the devastated bar as the bikers and vampires pick
themselves up, coughing.
The first, CLINTON MARX, is dressed in camoflague gear and
looks like the classic twenty-first century survivalist,
dreadlocks and stubble to match.
The second is BRIAN RAMSAY, thin and pale with neat brown
hair, but a smirk plastered across his features as he steps
through the rubble.
Last out is SHENOCH, a shorter female vampire with long, dark
hair and a wicked glint in her eyes.
Marx walks up to a vampire and lifts him up by his throat,
sneering at his struggles.
MARX
Like a worm on a hook…
SNAP! With one twist of his hand, Marx snaps the rebel's neck
and drops him to the ground.
The two opposing vampire factions back away from the
newcomers.
RAMSAY
Listen up, all of you! You're all
about to take part in a new science
experiment. You excited?
SHENOCH
I don't think they're feeling it…
RAMSAY
Come on! Let me get a 'hell, yeah!'
from you!
Silence. The nervous looking rebels are backed up, while the
bikers are just waiting for their moment to attack. The two
tall vampires look at each other, then shrug.
MARX
Screw it. Let's just kill 'em.
We push forwards, towards the hole in the wall, as the two
tall vampires split up, heading off screen for each side of
the room. There is a chorus of SHOUTS as they start to tear
through the other vampires, with the CRUNCH of bones
breaking.
A figure starts to appear through the smoke in the hole, and
as the sounds of the fight inside the room die down, the
figure steps forward, to reveal:
MALKUTH, grinning from ear to misshapen ear. The half demon
steps through into the remains of the bar as his vampire
soldiers step into frame and kneel down respectfully. They're
all splattered with blood but it isn't their own - in fact,
they don't have a mark on them.
MARX (cont'd)
We have completed our mission.
SHENOCH
The test was a success.
We pull back as Malkuth scans the room - the dismembered
bodies of the rebels and bikers are strewn across the floor,
not an undead soul left untouched.
MALKUTH
Sterling work, boys. And girl.
You've made an old monster very
proud.
Malkuth walks into the bar, almost slipping over on a patch
of blood on the floor, but making it to the bar counter.
He leans down and lights a match off the unshaven cheek of
one of the dead biker vampires, using it to light up a fat
cigar.
He takes a deep drag on the cigar, then hops up onto one of
the remaining bar stools.
MALKUTH (cont'd)
Right then! Who wants a drink?
As Malkuth grins broadly at his new recruits, we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
2 INT. TRAIN COMPARTMENT. AFTERNOON. 2
We're walking down the aisle, passing the assembled commuters
before reaching the far end. As we pass into the next
carriage, we see that it's dark - every curtain and blind is
drawn - and also empty, save for CHRIS, TWIST and DANYAEL
round a table at the back.
Twist has a flannel pressed to her forehead and seems to be
in some pain as Chris opens a bottle of water and pushes it
over to her.
CHRIS
Drink up, you, vampires still get
dehydrated. Maybe that's why you've
got such a bad migraine?
TWIST
(grimaces)
The pain…
DANYAEL
Have you taken anything?
TWIST
I've taken everything!
She sits up and blinks her bleary eyes at the boys.
TWIST (cont'd)
Do you have any heroin? I'll settle
for a crack pipe - just something
to take the edge of the red hot
razors of doom grinding through my
head…
She slumps forward again as Chris chuckles.
CHRIS
I'll see if I can rustle up a
potion or something when we get to
Chicago, how about that?
Twist, head still buried in her arms, gives a single thumbs
up. We push in closer as Chris and Danyael carry on talking
off screen.
DANYAEL (O.S.)
Who's in Chicago, then?
CHRIS (O.S.)
Some old friends who've asked me to
help them investigate something.
DANYAEL (O.S.)
You have a lot of 'old friends,'
don't you?
CHRIS (O.S.)
I seem to discover more every day!
We push right up to Twist, as though we're about to barge
right into her sore head…
And then in a series of FLASHES and SMASH CUTS we're thrown
into a chaotic array of images, freeze frames surrounded by
flares of red, yellow and white light as though we're trapped
inside a living Pollock painting.
It's hard to see what's unfolding before us, but we get a
vague idea of two tall figures attacking several smaller
ones. Screams and sounds of fighting echo all around us.
And we're back inside the train car as Twist sits up with a
GASP, short of breath and gripping the edge of the table as
she calms herself. She looks across and sees Chris and
Danyael staring at her, concerned.
TWIST
(laughs it off)
Whoo! That was a bad one…
CHRIS
(suspicious)
Twist, are you sure this is just a
migraine?
TWIST
Sure. It's just a really, really,
really bad one.
Chris raises an eyebrow - but lets it pass for now.
The train starts to slow down as we see passengers in the
next car standing and gathering their bags. Chris nods to
Danyael and stands, reaching up for his bag.
DANYAEL
How did we get the whole carriage
to ourselves, anyway?
CHRIS
I bought every seat.
DANYAEL
Oh.
(beat)
Wait, with what money? Last time I
checked, we were broke!
CHRIS
(grins)
Who says I paid for them?
Chris stands and grabs his bag, heading off screen. Danyael
sighs and gets Twist's bag down for her.
DANYAEL
He's going to get locked up one
day, then what'll we do?
TWIST
Same thing we do every night,
Spooky.
Twist gets up and follows Chris off screen.
3 EXT. STATION PLATFORM. AFTERNOON. 3
Chris steps off the train, slipping on his hat against the
afternoon sun. He motions for Twist to follow.
CHRIS
Watch yourself, plenty of direct
sunlight round here.
TWIST
Oh, good, because that makes me
feel better…
Twist and Danyael dodge any stray rays of light and head into
the cover of the station terminal.
We stay on the platform for a moment as a tall MAN steps into
frame, watching the trio carefully.
4 EXT. CITY STREET. EARLY EVENING. 4
A yellow taxicab pulls to a stop and Chris' team get out.
Twist looks around as the cab drives away - they're in one
corner of a shopping centre, but every building around is
closed for the night.
Twist huffs as Chris roots through his bag for something.
TWIST
Congratulations, Chris, you've
managed to not only bring me to a
mall, which is a bad idea in
itself, but you've also managed to
get us here when everything's
closed!
Danyael lights a cigarette and offers one to Twist. She takes
it, much to Chris' surprise.
CHRIS
And when did you start smoking?
TWIST
(matter-of-fact)
It helps with the headaches. Go on,
I believe you were about to tell me
what in the Sam Hill we're doing
out here. Well, after the
inevitable lecture on smoking, at
which point I remind you that I'm
dead, and therefore can do whatever
the heck I want to my body!
Chris frowns at her, then turns and walks up to the service
entrance of a large drugstore. He scans the doorway, rubbing
a hand over the plaster until he locates and flips up a
hidden panel.
CHRIS
Stay close, we need to hop in quick
once this opens.
TWIST
We're breaking into a drugstore?
Aaw, that's sweet! Just to get me
some Panadol?
CHRIS
Not exactly…
Chris checks the paper again and types in a set of numbers on
the keypad. Nothing happens.
TWIST
Your intelligence really is all on
paper, isn't it?
Chris holds up a finger for her to wait, and with a loud
CLICK and HISS, the service door slides open, revealing a set
of stairs leading down. Chris motions for Twist to head down
first with a smirk.
CHRIS
You could always try showing a
little more faith in me, you know!
TWIST
Yeah, and look where that gets us
nine times out of ten!
Chris follows the two vamps down the stairs, and we watch the
door close behind them.
5 INT. DARK STAIRCASE. EARLY EVENING. 5
The trio walk down in the gloom, their vampiric eyes glinting
in the dim light.
TWIST
Chris?
CHRIS
Yes?
TWIST
This is another fine mess you've
gotten us into, isn't it?
CHRIS
Oh, hush, you always say-
They all freeze as a loud THUNK echoes up the stairs towards
them, accompanied by the sound of grinding metal, as though a
drawbridge is opening.
TWIST
(more urgent)
Chris…
CHRIS
Don't panic, it's alright. Just
keep walking.
As light starts to flood into the staircase, we cut to:
6 INT. UNDERGROUND LAB. EARLY EVENING. 6
Twist walks out from a doorway, beneath a large grate which
has raised to allow access, into a spacious and well-lit
walkway with larger halls branching off below and to either
side, sectioned off by large glass panels.
Like a kid in a candy store, Twist races up to the glass,
looking down into the halls below.
TWIST
What the…
Looking over her shoulder and down, we appear to be on the
set of a Bond movie - several white-coated lab technicians
are walking between tables, displays and dioramas, with
explosions, gunfire, knives, swords and axes flying around,
chopping up a variety of human and monster models and
dummies.
Twist and Danyael try to take in the scenes below, their
attention zipping between a dozen different sights at once.
TWIST (cont'd)
Since when were you a part of Q
Division?
DANYAEL
Heh, check out that one!
We spot what Danyael's pointing at - a female, masked lab
tech with long, red hair is roasting a pair of vampire models
with a large flamethrower.
Chris grins and steps back, looking along the walkway to a
control room at one end, whose doors slide open.
OSBOURNE, a man with long, straggly grey hair and glasses
walks out towards them, smiling warmly as he sees Chris.
Chris meets him halfway, the two shaking hands and laughing.
OSBOURNE
(enthusiastic)
Chris Berkeley, as I live and
breathe! How the heck are you?
CHRIS
(smiles)
I'm good, David, how are things?
OSBOURNE
Oh, you know. Catching demons,
chopping them up, making better
weapons to kill 'em with. Same as
usual. Who're your friends?
CHRIS
This is my partner Twist McFadden,
and our new recruit Danyael Norton.
OSBOURNE
The vampire radio guy? You're a
long way from Atlanta, aren't you?
DANYAEL
Uh, yeah, long story.
TWIST
So, what is it you guys do down
here?
(beat)
Apart from all that stuff you just
explained, I mean.
OSBOURNE
You mean, 'why have I asked you
three out here?'
TWIST
That was next on my list.
CHRIS
Trouble down below?
OSBOURNE
Down below, up above - to
paraphrase one of my favourite
movies, they're coming out of the
god damned walls! We've got major
fiend infestations encroaching on
city limits, increased trad vampire
activity and reports of a pair of
powerful creatures wiping out
anything in their way, human or
otherwise.
Osbourne starts to lead them back into the control room.
7 INT. CONTROL ROOM. EVENING. 7
The booth overlooks the entire underground area, which arcs
in a wide circle around us, splitting into many smaller
chambers and test ranges. The booth is filled with expensive
looking consoles and panels, with a few more techs at various
stations.
Osbourne heads over to a map of Chicago and a whiteboard on
one wall, using a marker to highlight several areas.
OSBOURNE
As far as we can tell, the attacks
are following some kind of pattern,
and there appears to be three
separate trails, all making their
way towards this point.
He taps on a cluster of buildings. Chris peers at it.
CHRIS
Are they looking for something?
OSBOURNE
That's what I wanted your help
with. Our security teams are good,
but they're not going to be much of
a match against this many vamps, or
gosh knows what else is down there.
We needed someone with your…
expertise.
TWIST
Well, now you've got three times
the expertise!
Twist grins and looks at Danyael, but he doesn't look too
thrilled by the idea.
TWIST (cont'd)
Well, two and a bit, anyway…
CHRIS
We'll head out later on. I want to
see what you've been up to since I
was last here first!
OSBOURNE
(broad grin)
Oh, you're gonna love this…
TWIST
(nudges Danyael)
Great, another geek, just like
Chris…
They follow Osbourne into:
8 INT. ANIMATRONICS LAB. EVENING. 8
Osbourne leads the team into a large, open plan workshop,
full of small workman's devices and looking like the SFX
department of a sci-fi movie.
Moulds of demonic creatures in various stages of completion
hang on the walls and sit on the tables, with technicians
adding paint and fur, as well as installing electronics.
Welding away at one large contraption is HANNAH DECADWAY, the
chief of this section. A petite girl with strawberry blonde
hair pinned behind her safety goggles, she's lit up by the
sparks flying from her work.
Osbourne taps her on the shoulder and she turns round,
smiling as she takes off her goggles and thick gloves.
DECADWAY
Oh, hey, boss! I've almost got this
guy finished now, we'll be good for
the second field test in a few
hours.
OSBOURNE
This is Hannah DeCadway, she's our
animatronics expert. Hannah, this
is Chris Berkeley, he's here to
help with out rodent problem.
CHRIS
Animatronics?
DECADWAY
Well, I cover disguises too, but I
work on decoys, mainly, both for
use in the field, so we can spy
inside lairs and stuff like that,
and for training purposes. I make
the critters so that Dave's boys
can practice blowing them away!
Right?
OSBOURNE
We poached Hannah from Jim Henson's
people a few years ago!
Osbourne moves away and Hannah gets back to work. Chris
glances round, looking for Twist.
TWIST (O.S.)
Boo!
Chris turns round - and jumps back as Twist GROWLS at him,
wearing the head of a demon decoy. Chris sighs and shakes his
head as Twist giggles.
TWIST (cont'd)
Aww, did I scare ya?
Chris walks away as Twist shrugs off the headpiece.
9 INT. ELECTRONICS LAB. EVENING. 9
We're inside a darker area now, lined with half-finished
electronic devices with wires, cables, panels and circuit
boards spilling from the desks and shelves on the wall.
A tall black man, TERENCE CHESTERTON, is staring intently at
a computer screen as he rapidly types into it.
OSBOURNE
Terry? You free?
CHESTERTON
(still typing)
Just… a… second… there!
He turns round, warm and jovial as he stands.
OSBOURNE
Chris, this is my electronics
supervisor, Terence Chesterton.
CHESTERTON
Ah, Berkeley! The semi vampire guy,
right? I've heard a lot about you!
OSBOURNE
Terry deals with anything that
needs batteries, always working on
some new tricks and traps for our
work.
Osbourne moves on as Twist reaches a curious hand towards one
pile of circuit boards.
We cut to Chris as there is a loud off screen CRASH, the
sound of lots of things falling to the floor.
Chris turns round and sees Twist, trying to look innocent as
she stands knee deep in electronics.
TWIST
(feigned innocence)
What?
OSBOURNE
Uh… let's move on, shall we?
They follow him through to:
10 INT. WEAPONS LAB. EVENING. 10
We walk on the other side of a firing range as Osbourne and
the others put on ear protection - except Danyael - and walk
towards the centre of the room. Sporadic bursts of gunfire
echo around the room.
We draw up behind the last booth to see a striking woman with
long, red hair, the masked lab tech we saw earlier, loading a
large assault rifle.
OSBOURNE
And this is Susan Kay, my weapons
expert. Susan's got combat
experience in flashpoints round the
world, but prefers development work
nowadays!
SUSAN
(nods to group)
Hello.
Straight faced, Susan hefts up the rifle and OPENS FIRE,
unleashing a barrage of deafening noise. She stops and lowers
the weapon, pressing a control to bring her range target
within reach.
OSBOURNE
That's all for the tour for now,
let's get you briefed and tooled
up.
Kay opens fire again, and Osbourne glances curiously at
Danyael, who isn't wearing any headphones. Danyael blinks as
though nothing is wrong.
11 INT. LAB - CORRIDOR. EVENING. 11
The team step outside the firing range.
CHRIS
You've certainly taken this place
up a notch since I was last here!
There was only really you and that
Leonard chap here before - what
happened to him, by the way?
Osbourne hesitates - but then smiles as he spots someone over
Chris' shoulder.
OSBOURNE
(quickly)
Ah, there she is! One last person
to introduce. A new recruit, she
only joined us a few months ago but
is already heading our Occult
Research department. I believe you
know her?
Chris turns - and we see DR. JULIE KINGSTON again, smirking
as she walks up to Chris, dressed in a white labcoat like the
other techs.
JULIE
(wry smile)
Well, well, well. Will wonders
never cease? Come back to take
another bite, have we?
Off Chris' surprised look, we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
FADE IN:
12 INT. SECURITY DEPARTMENT. NIGHT. 12
A sub-machine gun is loaded up close in frame, and as we pull
back, we take in eight COMMANDOS, the security team Osbourne
mentioned earlier. Dressed in black combat suits and body
armour, squad leader HILL salutes to Julie as she carries on
talking to Chris.
The squad's room is small, opening out into a sewer access
tunnel at one end, and leading onto a ramp and a waiting
troop carrier outside. Racks of weapons and equipment line
the walls.
JULIE
So then, David asks me if I wanted
to stick around a while longer, I
said yes… and 'a while' ended up
being another few months! That's me
up to speed, what about you?
CHRIS
Oh, you know me, Jules. I lead a
quiet life. Not much to-
TWIST (O.S.)
Whaddya mean, I can't have any
grenades?!?
CHRIS
(sighs)
Excuse me.
Chris stands and walks off screen. Julie smiles as she
watches him, before an orderly hands her a clipboard to check
over.
Twist is pouting as she puts back the grenade belt she'd
tried to pick up, standing by PAGE and ROBBINS, two more of
the commandos.
PAGE
Your little lady here's got a lot
of spirit, Mr. Berkeley!
CHRIS
(eyes Twist)
Yes, she certainly has that…
TWIST
Chris, will you tell these guys I
can handle myself in a fight?
They're not letting me on that cool
carrier thing, or have any guns!
Chris patiently takes the assault rifle out of Twist's hands
and passes it to Robbins.
CHRIS
I appreciate your concern,
gentlemen, but Twist and I have
been through plenty together, we're
more than capable of looking after
ourselves.
ROBBINS
That may be, but you're the only
person I have clearance to allow on
this mission. Your two vampire
friends will have to stay here.
The two commandos move away as Twist pouts at Chris.
TWIST
Oh yeah, way to stick up for me!
Boy, I'd sure hate to see you
actually chew someone out, because
it looked to me like you just
wussed out of that one…
CHRIS
Twist, please. This is just early
recon, if there's any combat to be
done you know I'd rather have you
around, but I really think you and
Danyael can serve me better here.
TWIST
Doing what exactly? Getting fitted
for lab coats?
CHRIS
Do what you do best. Be nosey.
Snoop around. A lot's changed with
this place since I was last here,
and I want you two to find out why.
Can you manage that?
Twist pouts some more, then looks genuinely concerned,
leaning in closer to whisper.
TWIST
Seriously, Chris, I've got a bad
feeling about this. I think
something's going to happen out
there, and I don't want you all
alone when it hits.
CHRIS
(curious)
Do you know something I don't?
TWIST
I just…
(sighs)
It's probably nothing. Just my
Spidey Sense acting up again.
CHRIS
I'll be fine. I'll be back in a
jiffy, I promise.
Chris follows the waiting Robbins and Julie into the troop
carrier. Danyael slinks over as the carrier's engine starts
and it drives off screen.
DANYAEL
So what do we do now?
TWIST
Chris said 'snoop.' So, we snoop.
DANYAEL
Cool.
Twist heads off screen, and Danyael follows.
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