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10 INT. DARKENED CORRIDOR. NIGHT. 10
Their eyes glittering in the gloom, Danyael and Chris hustle
towards us. They pause, looking all around.
DANYAEL
Where are we?
CHRIS
I didn't exactly bring a map with
me, Danyael!
DANYAEL
Yeah, I know that, but do we at
least know if we're-
MALKUTH (O.S.)
Safe?
The overhead lights flicker into life - revealing Malkuth,
standing on the other side of the large, empty room Chris and
Danyael have found their way into.
Malkuth is flanked by his chief vampire lieutenants, the
dreadlocked MARX, the ever-grinning RAMSAY and the sinister,
feral SHENOCH, her eyes greedily sizing up our two heroes.
Chris straightens up, knowing he's not getting out of this
without a fight, as Danyael looks more terrified than ever.
Malkuth steps forward, fat cigar hanging from his lips as he
grins at Chris.
MALKUTH (cont'd)
I'm afraid you're a long way from
being safe yet, Chris. A long way
indeed.
And from Malkuth's wicked smile, we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
FADE IN:
11 EXT. HIGHER PLACE - OVERGROWN GARDEN. DAY. 11
Peter walks towards a large wooden shed, surrounded on all
sides by grass, plants and weeds that have grown to dizzying
heights, almost hiding the stained woodwork of the shed
itself.
Twist follows a few steps behind, looking all round as she
soaks up the environment.
TWIST
Let me get something straight about
this 'higher place' I'm supposed to
be in.
Peter reaches the padlocked door of the shed and takes a ring
of keys from his pocket, jangling them as he searches for the
one he needs.
PETER
Go ahead.
TWIST
Why does it look like the Gorgs'
back yard? I mean, what's with all
the garden stuff, are all you
guardian spirits just really bad
gardeners or something?
Peter chuckles as he finds the right key and removes the
padlock.
PETER
Aesthetics. The ones in charge have
a way they like doing things, so we
just follow along with that. See
that house?
Peter points, and Twist follows his gaze.
Standing about half a mile away, on top of a small hill, is a
large, stately-looking home, one half Addams Family mansion,
one half Hogwarts School, a mixture of Gothic stone towers
and battlements and wooden, old-fashioned extensions and
panels. The house looks like it's been added to many times
over the years, each improvement by a totally different
designer.
PETER (cont'd)
That's base camp.
TWIST
That's where you guys all live?
Peter nods as he opens the shed door and motions for Twist to
head inside.
PETER
We can see the whole plane from in
there, helps us keep an eye on
things.
Still bewildered by the whole experience, Twist tears her
gaze away from the house and walks towards the open shed
door, casting a hesitant glance at Peter before stepping
inside.
12 INT. HIGHER PLACE - WORKSHOP. DAY. 12
Twist blinks in surprise as she steps into what should be a
small garden shed, but what is actually a large, stone-clad
room filled with every kind of mystical artefact you could
name.
Totem poles, tribal masks, a few bubbling cauldrons, cobweb
covered bookcases, several tall mirrors and a myriad of other
objects fill the space, and Twist walks into the middle of
the room, looking up, down and all around, totally overawed.
Peter steps in and shuts the door behind him, walking past a
large fireplace set into one wall - the fireplace obediently
springs to life as he passes.
PETER
This is my workshop. It's my job to
keep an eye on what's going on
downstairs, and this is where I do
it.
TWIST
(awed)
What is all this stuff?
PETER
Different things need different
ways of looking in on them! It's
different for every culture, place
and religious orientation down
there.
Twist notices a computer and monitor sitting on top of a desk
in one corner of the room, looking very much out of place in
amongst the other, more traditional items.
TWIST
(points)
So what's that for, your porn stash
or something?
PETER
(grins)
Do you have any idea how much
information passes through the
Internet every day? Took me a long
time to make the others see that,
but without that thing I'd barely
have a clue what was going on any
more!
Twist looks around again, then shuts her eyes and shakes her
head as she tries to gather her thoughts.
TWIST
Okay, stop. Refresh my memory,
because I'm still a little fuzzy on
the whole concept of whatever the
frick I'm meant to be doing up
here. What's going on?
PETER
We're going to read your fortune!
Peter walks up to Twist, raising one hand to reveal a fanned
out deck of Tarot cards. He grins.
PETER (cont'd)
Pick a card.
Twist stares back at him for a beat, before we cut to:
13 INT. LARGE ROOM. NIGHT. 13
Chris looks round the large room he and Danyael are trapped
in - there's an office suite on a second level at the rear of
the room, and a set of loading bay doors beneath that - but
between Chris and freedom stand Malkuth and his three super
vampires.
MALKUTH
Gave my boys quite the runaround
down in the tunnels, Chris!
Honestly thought we'd get you at
last a few times.
CHRIS
Happy to disappoint you.
Malkuth grins, stepping closer to Chris.
MALKUTH
Of course, now I get to finish you
off myself, which is just that
extra degree more satisfying.
A door opens behind them, and Danyael looks round to see the
vampires who were chasing them earlier make their way into
the room.
A walkway leads up to the second mezzanine level overhead,
and three of the vamps start up that, covering all of Chris'
exits.
CHRIS
So what's the plan, here, Malkuth?
We fight to the death, then if I
manage to beat you, your boys and
girls here step in to finish me
off?
MALKUTH
Actually, I was thinking of
starting with the trusted 'reveal
secret plans' technique. It seems,
oh, I don't know, fitting somehow.
DANYAEL
Uh, don't you normally save that
speech for when you know we're not
going to live much longer?
Malkuth chuckles, and Chris continues glancing round the
room, keeping his options open.
MALKUTH
Your combat-shy friend's on to
something there, Chris! Normally,
yes, the villain reveals his grand
scheme because he's oh-so-sure that
the hero won't live long enough to
do anything about it. Classic
mistake.
Malkuth drops his cigar on the ground, grinding it down with
his boot.
MALKUTH (cont'd)
In our case, the plan's already so
far in motion that it won't make a
blind bit of difference if you get
out of here or not!
(grins)
It pays to plan ahead.
CHRIS
Funny, I always thought your
predictability was your downfall.
MALKUTH
Not this time, my dear boy! Marx
here and his comrades are just the
first wave of what I've got
planned. I've got hundreds of
vampires like him, just waiting in
the shadows, ready for my command.
(evil grin)
There are forces who'll pay a lot
of money to have an army like that
at their disposal.
CHRIS
(wry smile)
And so, after all the posturing, it
comes down to money.
MALKUTH
(shrugs)
Well, money, and the large sections
of North America that my business
partners have promised me, once
they take over this dead planet one
city at a time.
Chris stares coolly back at Malkuth, the two old adversaries
mentally preparing themselves for the duel.
Unseen by any of them, a small ventilation grille in one wall
POPS open slightly, and a hand reaches round to slowly and
carefully unfasten another screw.
The grille is in a far corner of the room, up on the second
level with part of the mezzanine walkway beneath it, and
luckily plenty of cover from barrels, boxes and crates lying
around as Julie peers out from behind it.
She looks down across the room, her heart sinking as she sees
the mess that Chris is in.
We move back to Chris and Malkuth as Marx walks over to them,
holding out a large, wickedly barbed sword for Malkuth.
MARX
Here you go, boss.
MALKUTH
Thank you, Clinton.
Marx steps back, respectfully, and as Malkuth takes a few
practice swings, he nods his head towards the vampire.
MALKUTH (cont'd)
See that? Loyalty. Absolute,
unquestionable.
I bet you'd kill to have some
people like that on your team,
wouldn't you! You'd last longer
without dead weight like Boneless
Boy there slowing you down.
Malkuth sneers at Danyael, who does his best to throw a
tough, defiant look back at him. Sadly, this just makes
Malkuth and the other vampires laugh.
Danyael looks to Chris, hoping that he's got some kind of
plan, and Chris' eyes flick very briefly to the far corner of
the room - he's spotted Julie.
CHRIS
Well then, looks like we'd better
get on with all this. I'm sure we
both have places we'd rather be.
Chris steps forward, raising his sword, and Malkuth grins,
loosening up and taking a few more practice swings with his
sword.
Up in the gantry, Julie squeezes her way out of the air vent
she'd found her way into, ducking down low to make sure none
of the nearby vampires spot her.
She scans the room, trying to work out some kind of a plan,
as we cut to:
14 INT. HIGHER PLACE - WORKSHOP. DAY. 14
Twist watches Peter at work - he's wiping down the full
length mirrors, stoking the fires beneath the cauldrons and
arranging a variety of ouija boards, sitting on top of a
long, wooden table.
In her hand she holds a Tarot card, but it's face is away
from us.
TWIST
(impatient)
Is this going to take long? I don't
want to take my eyes off Chris for
any longer than I have to, whether
you say you can get me back just
when I left or not!
PETER
Patience, Twist.
Twist HUFFS loudly and starts to wander round the room,
reaching an inquisitive hand out towards a shelf, holding
what looks like an array of dead creatures in jars of
formaldehyde.
Luckily, Peter CLAPS his hands before she has the chance to
knock anything over.
PETER (cont'd)
Ready! Come on, over here.
Twist walks towards him, seeing that he's cleared a space at
the table for her to sit. She draws back one of the high
backed chairs and sits, glancing at the clutter either side
of her as Peter takes a seat opposite.
He places the rest of the Tarot cards on the table between
them, and Twist raises a puzzled eyebrow at him.
TWIST
Hey, look, I appreciate that you
must get kinda starved for company
up here, but card games aren't
really my thing.
(beat)
I've got my Game Boy...
PETER
It's just to help me illustrate my
points. Here.
He flips over two cards - the Magician and the Emperor.
PETER (cont'd)
This is you, the Magician. The
Emperor is Chris. The Magician
stands for a powerful person,
someone who has control over
worldly events, while the Emperor
stands for organisation and
leadership.
TWIST
(sceptical)
Right...
PETER
You have the ability to see things
that haven't happened yet - but
they're not always the things that
are necessarily going to happen.
Part of your gift is the power to
influence events through this
knowledge.
TWIST
(not following)
Give me an example.
PETER
Say you had a vision that made it
look like Chris was going to get
shot and hurt if he went into a
building. Would you stop him?
TWIST
(quickly)
'Course.
PETER
There you go. You had the
information, and you used it to
influence events. But what if Chris
was meant to go into that building?
What if, by keeping him away, you
influenced some other event that
had much worse consequences?
TWIST
(catching up)
Oh, I get it - kind of like the
Butterfly Effect?
PETER
Exactly.
He turns the Magician card upside down.
PETER (cont'd)
If you use the information given to
you in the wrong way, then you
start to create new situations, and
they will affect those around you.
For example...
Peter lays down two more cards - the Fool and the Empress.
PETER (cont'd)
Danyael and Julie. The Fool stands
for innocence and optimism, the
Empress for a strong woman, the
equal of the Emperor in many ways.
Peter turns all four cards the wrong way up.
PETER (cont'd)
Now, because you stopped Chris from
being hurt, you've caused something
else to happen, and that affects
the choices that all the others can
make. Events that shouldn't have
happened start to come around, and
your paths all take a new turn.
Twist looks up at Peter, frowning.
TWIST
Alright, now try that sentence
again with added sense.
Peter sees he's not making his points as clear as they could
be, and he scoops the cards away.
PETER
Alright. Show me the card you
picked out a minute ago.
Twist drops the card in her hand on the table - it's
Strength. Peter lays three more cards above and below it.
PETER (cont'd)
Strength is all about triumph over
the negative, showing courage in
the face of adversity. If you make
the right choices, good things will
come of it.
Peter flips the top three cards over - they are the Sun, the
Star and the Lovers.
PETER (cont'd)
But if you take you and your
friends down the wrong path, then
you'll bring about a whole new set
of events.
Peter reverses the Strength card, and flips over the three
cards below it. These are Death, the Devil and the Tower.
Twist studies the display before her for a moment, before
nodding and looking back up at Peter.
TWIST
Alright, I think I get this. You're
trying to say that I've got to make
sure I make all the right calls
from here on out, because if I
don't, I could end up causing a
whole heap of problems. Right?
PETER
(grins)
Pretty much. That's about as much
detail as I can give you - you need
to understand that your gift has
more power than you think, and it
will only increase with time. After
all, with great power-
TWIST
(interrupts)
Yeah, spare me the motivational
speech, Uncle Ben. Let's segue into
when the hell did I get picked to
be the girl with all the answers?
Peter leans back in his chair, hands behind his head.
PETER
That, Twist, is a little more
complicated.
As Twist rolls her eyes, we cut back to:
15 INT. LARGE ROOM. NIGHT. 15
Malkuth circles Chris, their eyes locked on each other. The
vampires spread across the room watch expectantly, eager to
see a good fight kick off.
'Medusa's Path' by Prodigy begins to play.
CHRIS
Let Danyael go.
MALKUTH
Why should I do that? My boys'll
need someone to take their
frustrations out on when I'm done
with you!
CHRIS
He's not a warrior. This isn't his
fight, this is just between you and
me.
Malkuth glances at Danyael for a moment, then shakes his
head. Danyael pales, and Chris narrows his eyes.
CHRIS (cont'd)
Don't do this, Malkuth. Let him go,
you owe me that much at least.
MALKUTH
No deal. You dragged him into your
mess, so if he gets killed again
because of you, I want it to rest
solely on your conscience.
(smirks)
I'm a bastard like that.
Malkuth takes a step back, ready to start his attack, and
Chris tenses.
On the walkway overhead, Julie stealthily pads towards two
vampires, standing and watching the unfolding scene below
them intently. Julie has Kay's modified handgun in one hand,
and one of her grenades in the other.
The vamps don't hear her coming, their attention too focused
on Chris and Malkuth.
Back with the two opponents in question, Malkuth allows
himself a small smile, then LUNGES forward with his sword.
Chris SHOVES Danyael out of the way and blocks Malkuth's
sword, a shower of sparks flying as the two blades meet.
Malkuth tries to push Chris back, but the two fighters are
too evenly matched, their faces inches apart as they try to
gain an advantage.
Up above, one of the two vampires watching chuckles to
himself, nudging his comrade.
VAMP #5
Twenty bucks says Malkuth kills him
in two minutes.
VAMP #6
Pfft! Please. Fifty bucks says he
does it in one.
VAMP #5
Deal.
The two vamps start to shake hands, but as they reach for
each other, Julie raises her gun and FIRES.
The whole room's attention snaps up to the walkway as the
first salvo of bullets rip into the two vampires.
Julie fires again and again, putting half a dozen bullets in
each vampire, who jerk spasmodically as the shells hit.
Chris and Malkuth exchange a glance - and now it's Chris'
turn to grin.
CHRIS
Rule number one, Malkuth. If you
don't have a backup, then you don't
have a plan!
Julie races to the edge of the walkway as the two vamps start
to literally burn up next to her, WAILING as their bodies
disintegrate around them.
Julie quickly hurls her grenade out into the centre of the
room, yelling down to Chris.
JULIE
Fire in the hole!!
Chris is already moving, grabbing Danyael and throwing him to
the ground, as the grenade EXPLODES, sending hot fragments of
shrapnel in every direction and blasting away a chunk of the
walkway nearby.
As the vampires are sent reeling from the blast wave of the
grenade, and a bright FLARE of white light fills the room, we
quickly:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
16 INT. LARGE ROOM. NIGHT. 16
Straight back into the action, as the assembled vampires are
blown off their feet by the force of the grenade.
Malkuth lands flat on his back, reeling, but Chris is already
on his feet and running, Danyael right behind him.
Up on the walkway, Julie dashes towards the nearest flight of
stairs, pausing to blast one of the vampires as he recovers
and makes a snarling lunge towards her.
The vampire is thrown backwards, SCREAMING as his chest
bursts into flames, and Julie gets to the ground floor,
catching Chris up as the reunited trio make it to the bay
doors.
Chris spots a thick chain operating a pulley that raises the
doors, and with one powerful swing of his katana, he SLICES
through the chain.
The bay doors roll up with a CLATTER, and Chris shoves Julie
and Danyael forward as the trio start running again.
Marx helps Malkuth to his feet as the surviving vampires all
jump down to the floor of the room.
MALKUTH
(furious)
Get after them!!
Marx leads on with Ramsay and Shenoch right behind him, the
remaining vamps falling in behind the lead trio as they race
through the bay doors.
Malkuth stands, seething with anger as he dusts himself down.
MALKUTH (cont'd)
(sinister)
That's right, Chris, keep
running... That's all you'll ever
be able to do against me.
With a final imperious glare, Malkuth turns round, walking
off screen as we cut to:
17 EXT. CHICAGO - CITY STREET. NIGHT. 17
Chris, Danyael and Julie race away from the sewer plant
processing building behind them, through an industrial
district and towards the bright lights of the city centre up
ahead.
Behind them, Marx yells out a fierce war cry as the pack of
vampires he leads chases down Chris and the others.
Back with Chris as Danyael throws a panicked look over his
shoulder.
DANYAEL
Should we split up?
JULIE
That didn't do us any favours last
time!
CHRIS
Stick together! Keep moving. Julie,
call for some backup!
JULIE
There isn't any! Those vampires
killed the rest of the security
team, we're all that's left!
Chris' dark look says it all - they're in trouble.
CHRIS
Which is the quickest way back to
the lab?
JULIE
Follow me!
Julie veers away, down a side street, and Chris and Danyael
follow her.
18 EXT. CHICAGO - BACK STREETS. NIGHT. 18
Julie leads the trio down a narrow alleyway, turning into a
wider path that leads past some inner city apartment blocks
and their gardens.
Julie places one hand on a tall fence and tries to vault over
it, but when she fails and starts to fall back, Chris is
there to push her up and over.
Chris leaps the fence in one bound, but Danyael struggles a
bit more to clamber over.
CHRIS
Where are we going now?
JULIE
Short cut, come on!
Julie runs across the flat, plain garden, past a washing line
and some rain-soaked garden furniture, up to a small gate
leading alongside the apartments.
As the trio disappear through the gate, Marx BURSTS straight
through the fence, splintering the wood in all directions. He
points towards the gate.
MARX
That way!
As the vampire continue their pursuit, we cut to:
19 INT. HIGHER PLACE - WORKSHOP. DAY. 19
Peter now unfurls a large roll of parchment on the table in
front of Twist. It's a pencil sketch of some kind of epic
battle scene, with two huge opposing forces clashing over a
battlefield that looks like it's in the middle of an
earthquake, with great chunks of the ground rising up into
the air.
Twist scans over the scene as Peter weighs down each end so
it stays flat.
In the centre of the battle, standing on top of a raised
pillar of rock, are three figures. The first two, highlighted
by a blaze of light all around them, are locking swords, deep
in combat.
The third lies on the ground between the two of them,
seemingly out of the fight.
Twist looks up at Peter, curious.
TWIST
Very pretty, reminds me of a Saxon
album cover I saw once. What's the
skizz with it?
PETER
This, as far as we can tell, is
very, very important.
Twist looks back down at the scroll again.
TWIST
Uh-huh. You have no clue what this
is, do you?
PETER
(sighs)
I'm afraid not. That's part of the
deal with what we are - we can see
some way into the future, down
paths where events have already
determined what the future will
bring, but this...
(scratches head)
This, we've drawn a blank on.
TWIST
Well, and this is strictly an
amateur, non-guardian
thingummiewhatsit opinion, to me,
it looks like two huge armies
kicking each other's asses, and
these two dudes here look like
they're fighting over this third
guy right here.
(looks up)
Do you know anything about what
this is at all? And what does it
have to do with me?
PETER
This was drawn over seven hundred
years ago. According to legend, the
artist, a monk living in Europe by
the name of Vidente, was burned at
the stake for heresy. He claimed
this was the end of the world, that
these images came to him in a
dream, and he was told to record
them so that one day, when the time
came, those who could affect the
outcome of the battle could learn
from it.
TWIST
(smirks)
Guess he really wanted to get into
that art school, huh?
PETER
(rolls eyes)
As best as we can tell, given what
we know, you, Chris and Malkuth may
all be in this battle.
TWIST
(impressed)
Really? Woah. So, are we these
three people in the middle here?
PETER
I don't know. Maybe. I'm showing
you this now so that you know about
it, maybe you'll see something in
the near future that'll help us
figure out what it is.
TWIST
I'm hearing a lot of 'maybes'
coming from your side of the table.
Not exactly confidence inspiring,
given that you've been describing
yourself as an all-seeing, all
knowing guardian angel of mankind!
PETER
(shrugs)
Nobody's perfect. Whatever events
lead to this battle, they haven't
happened yet. Small elements of it
may have been set in motion
already, but as of yet, there's
nothing concrete that allows us to
see to this point.
Peter rolls the scroll back up and Twist leans back in her
chair, thoughtful.
TWIST
Are you asking me to keep an eye
out for any clues, then?
PETER
You were given your gift for a
reason, Twist. I think that battle
has a lot to do with it.
TWIST
So who gave me my 'gift' exactly?
Oh, and while you're here, tell
whoever it was that put nerve
shattering migraines in with the
deal to go and kiss my ass, because
that part sucks.
Peter grins and stands, motioning for Twist to stand too.
PETER
Everything happens for a reason.
You think it's a coincidence that
Chris screwed up that spell and
pulled you out of Hell?
Twist opens her mouth to reply, but hesitates - suddenly, a
lot of things are starting to make sense to her.
PETER (cont'd)
You've been working with Chris for
a while now. When have you ever
seen him get a spell wrong, even
when he's got a dozen bad guys
breathing down his neck?
TWIST
(mind racing)
You...
you made him cast that spell wrong
on purpose? He was meant to get me
back?
Peter doesn't answer, he just smiles wryly at Twist and
starts to walk away. After a beat, she regains her senses and
shouts after him.
TWIST (cont'd)
Hey! Don't just walk away from me,
you tree-hugging hippy freak! Tell
me! Why was I brought back? Why me?
Peter turns to Twist as he opens the door of the workshop.
PETER
You'll find out in time. I've told
you all you need to know for now.
It's time I sent you back. I'll put
you back at the actual time, too,
that's the best point given what's
happening down there.
Twist angrily marches towards Peter, but he doesn't look
particularly worried.
TWIST
Now you listen to me, baumgartner,
we're about to witness an inverse
relationship between the number of
stab wounds I inflict on you and
the number of answers you start
giving me, so cut the crap and-
Peter raises his hand, and the scene rapidly WHITES OUT to:
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