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TEASER
FADE IN:
1 EXT. NEW YORK - CITY STREETS. NIGHT. 1
Down in the centre of the Big Apple, things are in a state of
chaos - emergency services do what they can to hold back huge
crowds of people, all staring and pointing up towards the
roof of the huge tower building we're outside.
We pull back, taking in the fact that a heavy storm is
lashing the area with wind and rain, and we pick up a local
TV news crew, the rain-soaked reporter, MELISSA, having to
yell towards the camera to be heard over the noise.
MELISSA
You're live on TCIN with Melissa
Rooney in downtown New York, where
some kind of massive electrical
disturbance is wreaking havoc with
the city!
She turns to an equally drenched police officer, CHIEF
AUSTIN, standing next to her, who turns away from looking up
at the building.
MELISSA (cont'd)
With me is police Chief Austin -
Chief, what exactly is it we're
seeing here?
CHIEF AUSTIN
(also shouting)
We can't say right now, we think it
may be some kind of build up on the
power lines, maybe even a severe
case of ball lightning, but what we
do know is that we need to find
some way to divert it before it
shuts down the whole city!
MELISSA
Thank you, Chief.
(to camera)
Emergency crews are cordoning off
two entire blocks all round the
affected building, but as the
disturbance continues to rage out
of control, one question remains -
who's going to fix this problem?
Live for TCIN, this is Melissa
Rooney.
We cut from Melissa over to:
2 INT. TV NEWS STUDIO. NIGHT. 2
Back in the cosy, insulated news studio with the female
anchorwoman BELINDA.
BELINDA
Well, that certainly looks like a
pretty tense situation down there,
let's hope the fire crews can sort
that out, otherwise this could be
an awfully short broadcast this
evening! So, our main story again.
Belinda continues to speak as we're shown footage of the
disturbance itself - a huge, violently CRACKLING ball of dark
purple energy, looking like a million bolts of lightning all
bundled together.
The energy is hovering above the roof of a tall tower
building in the heart of the city, the storm crashing all
around it.
BELINDA (V.O.) (cont'd)
Central New York is in chaos
tonight, as an unexplained
meteorological disturbance
continues to intensify. The large
electrical field is affecting power
lines and communication for several
square miles, and citizens are
being advised to stay in their
homes and await further
instructions.
The report is suddenly CUT OFF, the picture flicking to black
as though someone has just switched their TV off.
3 INT. LIMO. NIGHT. 3
And as we find ourselves inside a spacious, luxurious
limousine, pulling back from a new blank TV screen, we
realise that's exactly what has happened.
The sound of heavy rainfall outside washes over the car, but
none of this affects the occupant of the limo - MALKUTH.
Smoking his customary fat cigar, the half demon lounges on
the black leather seats, having changed into what look like
ceremonial black and grey hooded robes from when we saw him
last.
He glances up as the partition to the driver rolls down.
CHAUFFEUR
We'll be at our destination in a
few minutes, sir.
MALKUTH
Excellent. Any news on whether
Chris and his goons are on to us?
CHAUFFEUR
None yet, sir.
MALKUTH
Well, he's bound to be. Much as I
admire the man's determination, I
just know he's going to try and
spoil things for us this evening.
CHAUFFEUR
But we're not about to let that
happen, are we, sir?
MALKUTH
(grins)
No, we're most certainly not. What
about the other aspect of our plan?
CHAUFFEUR
Everything is in place, and we're
running precisely to schedule.
MALKUTH
Perfect. If there's one thing I
know people appreciate in a grand
scheme such as this, it's a sense
of punctuality!
CHAUFFEUR
Absolutely, sir.
MALKUTH
Alright, that's all. Get back to
work, driver.
The partition rolls back up again, and with a satisfied
smile, Malkuth nudges open the minibar by his feet,
retrieving a small bottle of whiskey and opening it.
He raises the glass as if proposing a toast.
MALKUTH (cont'd)
To Chris. May he always keep me on
my toes.
As Malkuth knocks the drink back, we cut to:
4 INT. OFFICE BLOCK - BASEMENT. NIGHT. 4
We're inside a plain, nondescript basement, employee car
parking visible off to the left as we walk forward, passing
grey foundation pillars as we head towards a large, clunky
machine controlling the air conditioning of the building.
We walk right up to the machine as it whirs away merrily to
itself, looking down and round to the back of it.
Tucked away, out of sight, is a small metal box, and as we
push in closer on the box, we can make out a red LED display
on its surface - it's a timer!
And the timer is ticking down - there's less than one hour
remaining!
As we take a beat to register this, we then:
BLACK OUT:
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
5 INT. BLACK VAN. NIGHT. 5
We're speeding through the night, the wipers on against the
heavy rain outside as the bright lights of central New York
speed towards us through the windshield.
Driving the van, his face a mask of concentration, is CHRIS,
and beside him in the passenger seat sits TWIST, nervously
twirling a finger round her long, curly hair.
In the back of the van, surrounded by bulky-looking equipment
boxes, are DANYAEL and the chief members of demon-hunting
research agency Osbourne, Inc. - grey-haired OSBOURNE, tall,
black CHESTERTON, the cool redhead KAY, cheerful blonde
DECADWAY and finally JULIE, a shared look of tension on all
their faces as they sit in silence.
Twist turns round in the front seat to address them all.
TWIST
Come on, guys, somebody say
something! We can't sit here in
silence all the way to New York!
DANYAEL
What are we supposed to say? 'Hey,
is anyone else looking forward to
meeting certain doom?'
TWIST
(rolls eyes)
Yeah, because that helps.
KAY
We're just focusing on the job at
hand, Twist. All the reports that
we've been getting are telling us
that something major is about to go
down, and we need to be prepared
for anything.
TWIST
What are we expecting? The Stay
Puft Marshmallow Man?
CHESTERTON
The energy readings our contacts
here have been pulling off that
disturbance are astronomical.
Whatever it is, it's incredibly
dangerous, and we have to make sure
we're ready to defuse the situation
if we have to.
TWIST
Yeah, see, I'm gonna leave the
whole 'defuse' part to you guys, so
me, Chris and Danyael can
concentrate on the bit where we
kick some people's asses and save
the day.
CHRIS
(flatly)
Twist. Keep it down.
Twist glares at Chris and opens her mouth to reply - but
thinks better of it, sitting sulkily back in her seat and
pouting. She stares out through the window for a beat.
TWIST
Are we there yet?
CHRIS
(sighs)
I was wondering when you were going
to say that...
TWIST
Well? Are we?
CHRIS
Almost. Whatever Malkuth is
planning here, he won't be working
alone. We'll need to split up when
we get there and get to the bottom
of things.
OSBOURNE
Do you have any ideas so far?
Chris glances at Osbourne - Chris doesn't look happy with the
fact that he seems to have become the leader of this mission,
but he knows they all have work to do now.
CHRIS
I imagine I'll think of something
later.
Chris goes back to his driving, and Twist watches him - she
knows this is something serious by now.
She goes back to looking out through the window, thinking
about what could be in store, before we cut to:
6 EXT. CITY STREET. NIGHT. 6
A few streets away from the crowd outside the tower building
at the centre of the storm, Malkuth's limo rolls to a stop.
The driver exits and walks round to the back, holding the
door open and handing Malkuth an umbrella as he steps out
into the rain.
CHAUFFEUR
(motions)
This way, sir.
The driver heads towards a large, bland building next to
them, and with a glance up towards the top of the affected
tower building, Malkuth grins and steps inside.
7 INT. EMPTY BUILDING. CONTINUOUS. 7
Shaking off some stray water from his robes, Malkuth walks
into a large, empty room that looks like it used to be an
office of some kind.
In the middle of the room is a large crowd of vampires and a
few demons, all standing by various pieces of bizarre-looking
equipment.
In the centre of the room are the four members of KARMA, the
four half-demon sisters shivering as they're kept under guard
by the oppressive forms of CLINTON MARX and SHENOCH,
Malkuth's two lead genetically-modified 'super' vampires.
Malkuth strides towards Marx, who straightens out, standing
smartly to attention.
MALKUTH
Status report, Clinton?
MARX
Everything's in place, sir. The
energy field is building according
to our predictions, the hostages
are ready to be moved into
position, and we've still had no
word that Chris or any of his team
are in the area.
MALKUTH
Good, good.
Malkuth looks over to Karma - made up of LUCIA, TAMZIN, GRACE
and VIOLET - and grins his wicked smile at them.
MALKUTH (cont'd)
Good evening, ladies. Ready for
your final performance?
TAMZIN
Screw you! We're not doing anything
for you, you monster! You'll have
to kill us!
MALKUTH
Well, technically speaking, I do
need you to be alive for what I'm
planning, but if you wanted to make
an early exit, I'm sure your
remaining sisters wouldn't mind a
little extra effort...
The girls exchange fearful glances, before Tamzin bites her
lip and forces herself to stay quiet.
MALKUTH (cont'd)
That's better.
Malkuth steps back to address his motley crew.
MALKUTH (cont'd)
Alright, everyone! We're about to
enter the final phase of the plan.
This is what we've spent the past
few months working towards, so I
want a hundred per cent effort from
all of you tonight. As I'm sure you
know, there's a good chance
Christopher Berkeley and his
flunkies will make an appearance,
so I'm going to offer ten thousand
dollars to any one of you who
brings me the head of one of his
friends!
There is a MURMUR of approval from the assembled bad guys.
MALKUTH (cont'd)
No-one is to touch Chris, however.
He's all mine.
Malkuth turns to Marx again.
MALKUTH (cont'd)
If you'd be so kind, Clinton?
MARX
All right, everybody, move out!
Malkuth watches happily as the various pieces of equipment
are carried or wheeled away.
Marx and Shenoch herd the Karma girls off screen, and from
their complaints and struggles, we cut to:
8 EXT. CITY STREET. NIGHT. 8
Chris slides the van door closed with a SLAM, and turns to
face the team before him. Everyone except Twist and Danyael
carries a equipment case.
CHRIS
Right then, seeing as you all seem
to have unanimously put me in
charge, I suppose I'd better give
out some orders.
OSBOURNE
(grins)
I know I trust you, Chris!
CHRIS
(nods)
Thanks. Danyael, Twist, you two go
and round up every rebel vampire
you can and start sending them over
to the tower that's at the heart of
all this. Something tells me we're
going to need an awful lot of
manpower.
DANYAEL
No problem.
TWIST
Aye, aye, cap'n.
CHRIS
David, like you told me, you and
your team each have things you need
to be doing, but I'd like Julie and
Terence to go and start warning the
emergency services they need to
evacuate more people.
JULIE
How do you suggest we do that?
CHRIS
Best to pose as the Environmental
Agency, see if you can convince
whoever's in charge that the energy
field is a health risk. I don't
think it'll be too much of a
stretch for them to believe you.
CHESTERTON
Sounds like a plan to me.
JULIE
What about you?
Chris looks over to the right - the light given off by the
energy field can be seen a few blocks away.
CHRIS
I'm going to find Malkuth.
(turns to others)
Is everyone clear?
The team all nod, and as Chris starts to walk off in the
direction of the tower, the others split up and head in
several different directions.
Twist pauses, watching the departing Chris.
DANYAEL
Twist? Come on, we need to get
moving.
TWIST
Yeah, just a minute.
She jogs up to Chris, placing a hand on his arm.
TWIST (cont'd)
Chris, wait.
He turns round, their eyes locking for a long beat.
TWIST (cont'd)
I just-
CHRIS
You should get going, you and
Danyael have a lot to do.
TWIST
I know, I just... I wanted to make
sure I wished you good luck.
CHRIS
(grins)
Save it for someone who believes in
the stuff.
Chris reaches up and removes his fedora, placing it on top of
Twist's head.
CHRIS (cont'd)
Get that back to me in one piece
when all this is over. Deal?
TWIST
(smiles)
Deal.
Chris nods, then turns and walks away again. Twist watches
him for another beat before hurrying back over to Danyael.
DANYAEL
(smirks)
Nice hat.
TWIST
(smirks back)
Thanks.
As the duo dash off screen, we cut to:
9 EXT. OUTSIDE TOWER. NIGHT. 9
Back with the crowds outside the windswept tower building,
the ball of energy overhead still spitting out small arcs of
lightning as it hovers.
Chief Austin is talking to two more officers, trying to clear
a crowd out of the way as a fire crew makes their way over,
when a shadow falls across him.
Austin turns round to see Marx, the dreadlocked vampire
grinning down at him.
CHIEF AUSTIN
Who the hell are you? This isn't a
civilian area, get back behind the
lines! You can't-
CRUNCH! Marx PUNCHES Austin in the gut, lifting him off his
feet and sending him slamming to the ground.
There is a collective SCREAM of fear from the crowd as
Shenoch and a pack of vampires race into frame, tackling the
police officers stationed around.
It's a vicious, one-sided fight as Shenoch chomps down on
several unfortunate cops, her chin soon red with blood.
The crowds scatter, running frantically away from the
vampires as Malkuth strides calmly into frame, looking with
pride around at the fallen cops and panicking citizens.
MALKUTH
(proudly)
Aah, makes you feel good to be a
bad guy, doesn't it? Come on,
everyone! We've got work to do.
With no-one left to oppose him, Malkuth heads towards the
entrance to the tower, the rest of the vamps falling into
step behind him.
Malkuth shouts over his shoulder to Marx.
MALKUTH (cont'd)
Did you take care of the other
possible interruptions?
MARX
There's one last rebel base near
here to take care of, then they're
all out of business.
MALKUTH
Good! Get to it!
Marx nods, and as he and Shenoch turn and jog off screen,
away from the building, we cut to:
10 EXT. ALLEYWAY. NIGHT. 10
Danyael and Twist head down a cluttered side street, a series
of doorways set into one wall as Twist reads off the
addresses.
DANYAEL
How can you remember all these
addresses, anyway?
TWIST
Photographic memory.
(stops)
This is it.
They're outside a plain door, that's simply marked
'Deliveries.'
Twist reaches out to knock on the door, but as she touches
it, it swings gently open. She and Danyael exchange a worried
look - this can't be good.
She cautiously steps inside, into:
11 INT. REBEL VAMP BASE - ENTRANCE. NIGHT. 11
The door opens into a short corridor with a thick, iron door
at one end - the door is hanging from its hinges, looking
like it was literally torn open.
Twist reaches for her baseball bat, slung across her back,
while Danyael just GULPS nervously and follows her.
TWIST
(calls out)
Is there anyone here?
The duo advance towards the broken door, and on into:
12 INT. REBEL VAMP BASE. NIGHT. 12
They step into what used to be a well-furnished, cosy room
that looked like the living room of a large house, but what
now resembles a literal bomb site.
Twist sags as she sees the bodies of at least eight vampires
strewn around the room, some staked and others simply torn to
pieces.
The room has been turned upside down - if there was anybody
here who could have helped, they're long gone.
Danyael starts to sift through the wreckage.
TWIST
What are you doing?
DANYAEL
Looking for clues.
TWIST
Clues to what? I think it's pretty
clear what happened here, Sherlock -
Malkuth's vamps got here before us.
We need to pack up quick, and-
CRANE (O.S.)
Get out of here, in case they come
back.
Twist spins round, bat raised, but relaxes as she recognises
the person standing in the doorway - this is CRANE, an
attractive rebel vampire girl with tresses of long, black
hair. We last met Crane back in Burnsborough, in the events
of 'Harvest.'
She looks like she's been in the wars, cuts and bruises
marking her skin as she steps into the room.
TWIST
Crane, right? One of the rebels
from Burnsborough?
CRANE
(nods)
Yeah, that's me. After my cell got
trashed, I moved out here to hook
up with some old friends.
TWIST
(indicates bodies)
And I'm guessing this is what's
left of said 'old friends,' right?
Crane nods, suddenly starting to tear up - but Danyael is
already there, wrapping a comforting arm around the young
vampire as she starts to SOB.
Twist manages to look sympathetic, scanning the remains of
the room for anything that could be useful.
TWIST (cont'd)
Well, we're not gonna find any help
here. There's one last place we can
try, then we're gonna have to go
find Chris and the others.
Danyael nods, leading the still crying Crane towards the
door. Twist casts one last, sorrowful look over the room
before she closes the door, and we cut to:
13 EXT. OUTSIDE TOWER. NIGHT. 13
We're looking down on the now deserted scene outside the
tower block. The rain is its heaviest here, pelting the
police cars and barricades as Chris steps into frame.
He looks around, picking out the bodies of the fallen police
officers, and also the now deceased Melissa and her
cameraman, slumped on the floor by their news van.
Chris looks up, towards the roof of the building.
The energy ball is still hovering there, and as he watches is
seems to grow a tiny bit larger.
Chris looks back towards the entrance to the building, katana
in hand, and as we pull back to take in all of the scene, he
strides slowly forward, his footsteps and the rainfall the
only sounds in the scene.
As he reaches the door, we cut to:
14 EXT. CITY STREET. NIGHT. 14
Danyael, Twist and the recovered Crane rush on, making tracks
for the next rebel base.
CRANE
I was out when they got hit, seeing
if I could spy on what was
happening over at that tower. As
far as I can tell, there were only
two vamps who showed up.
TWIST
That'll be Marx and Shenoch, then.
CRANE
Who?
TWIST
Super vampires. Malkuth's been
cross breeding vampires with demon
DNA to create his own genetically
modified brand of bloodsucker.
They're mean bastards, too - Spook
and I ran into 'em in Chicago.
CRANE
What happened?
TWIST
Well, there used to be three. Chris
got one of 'em, so they're not
indestructible.
DANYAEL
They're just very, very tough.
Twist shoots Danyael an angry glare - that wasn't a helpful
comment!
Crane points towards a shop front across the street, what
looks like an electronics store, its shutters down for the
night.
CRANE
That's the other base. It's
upstairs, above the shop they own.
Twist rattles the shutters, but they're locked down tight.
TWIST
Any ideas?
MARX (O.S.)
Maybe you're not knocking loud
enough?
The trio spin round - and there are Marx and Shenoch, Marx
grinning as he cracks his knuckles, while Shenoch, crouched
down low, HISSES at them.
TWIST
Oh, kaiju...
MARX
The boss said you losers might show
up. Guess we'd better do him a
favour and take care of you, right,
Shenoch?
SHENOCH
(points to Twist)
I want the blonde one.
TWIST
(grits teeth)
Oh, you've got me, baumgartner!
Twist steps forward, beckoning Shenoch to come get her.
TWIST (cont'd)
I'm gonna get Ides of March on your
ass, you freak!
Shenoch CACKLES, and as Danyael and Crane try to look fierce
against the slowly advancing Marx, we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT ONE
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