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TEASER
FADE IN:
1 EXT. NEW YORK CITY - NIGHT. 1
Aerial shot of the fine metropolis of New York City, tall
towers glittering as they reflect the moonlight overhead, the
streets below filled with row upon row of car headlights.
2 EXT. CITY STREET - NIGHT - NIGHT. 2
Looking down on a street corner, with a few youthful gang
members chatting and laughing as they sit on the steps of an
apartment building, a YOUNG WOMAN, slim with long blonde
hair, walks into frame, two fully loaded grocery bags in her
arms.
One of the gang members half heartedly heckles her, but she
just grins and keeps walking - she obviously knows this
neighbourhood well, and knows she's safe.
She carries on along the street, swerving as two giggling
young kids race past her, and stops outside the steps of
another apartment block.
Making her way up the steps, she fumbles in her jacket pocket
for her keys, but is having no luck until a middle aged WOMAN
steps into frame.
WOMAN
Having trouble, Karen?
The Young Woman, KAREN, looks relieved as she sees the other
woman, and gestures to the grocery bags.
KAREN
That time of the week, Maggie, you
know how it is.
MAGGIE reaches over with her keys and unlocks the door,
holding it open so Karen can step inside.
3 INT. APARTMENT BLOCK - LOBBY - CONTINUOUS. 3
Karen uses her boot to keep the door open for Maggie, and the
two women start to climb the staircase ahead of them.
MAGGIE
(off groceries)
You alright with those?
KAREN
Oh, yeah, the hard part was getting
through the door, you know. All
plain sailing from he-
Karen TRIPS and almost falls face first onto the stairs, but
Maggie is quick to catch her. She chuckles as Karen collects
herself.
MAGGIE
(tongue in cheek)
Yeah, I can see you're doing fine.
Karen chuckles as the two of them reach the first floor.
4 INT. APARTMENT BLOCK - FIRST FLOOR LANDING - CONTINUOUS. 4
Maggie turns one way, and Karen turns another.
MAGGIE
Have a good night, Karen, see you
later.
KAREN
Yeah, you too, Maggie.
We stay with Karen as she walks along the landing, passing
the numbered doors on her way to the last one in the
corridor. The complex seems quiet and respectable - not
exactly upper class, but comfortable enough.
Karen fiddles with her keys again, this time managing to get
the door open and step inside her apartment.
5 INT. KAREN'S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS. 5
Karen nudges the door closed, and we can hear a cat MEOW from
off screen as she heads for the open plan kitchenette.
KAREN
Alright, kitty, hang on...
She dumps the bags down - and JUMPS a mile when she sees
somebody standing in her kitchen!
There's a MAN there, his hands clasped before him and his
head down, a dark, intense look about him. He's dressed in a
plain black suit.
MAN
You're normally home by now, Karen,
what kept you?
Karen looks very tense all of a sudden - whoever this man is,
he obviously unnerves her.
KAREN
(hesitant)
I was, uh, shopping.
She waves her hand towards the grocery bags as her cat,
KITTY, leaps up onto the kitchen counter and starts sniffing
around them.
Karen reaches over and scoops up the cat, keeping her
distance from the man before her.
KAREN (cont'd)
So what do you want?
MAN
Oh, you know why I'm here.
The man looks up at last, and Karen takes a step back as a
slow grin spreads across his features.
6 EXT. OUTSIDE APARTMENT - NIGHT. 6
We cut outside, pulling away from the building as we see the
kitchen window framed before us.
There are the sounds of a struggle from inside the apartment -
the cat HISSES, something SMASHES. And we hear Karen SHOUT as
though fighting for her life - then she SCREAMS!
There is silence for a moment.
Then, a substantial amount of BLOOD suddenly SPATTERS across
the window!
We stay on the blood for a moment as it starts to slowly drip
down from the window, before we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
7 EXT. CITY STREET - NIGHT. 7
We're looking at Chris' black van, parked up by the roadside,
on the outskirts of one of New York's outlying districts.
We start to push in on the van, and as we do we hear voices
talking, muffled as though coming from inside the van.
TWIST (O.S.)
Well, I'm not the one who forgot
something!
JULIE (O.S.)
Oh, that's ridiculous, you can't-
TWIST (O.S.)
(interrupts)
I can and I will! Chris! Tell her
she's wrong and I'm right.
CHRIS (O.S.)
(wearily)
I will do no such thing.
TWIST (O.S.)
But-
CHRIS (O.S.)
But nothing! Fact is, we're back in
New York, no matter whose fault it
is, and that's the last I want to
hear of it. Alright?
There's a beat of silence. We're right next to the van now.
TWIST (O.S.)
Danyael, stick up for me!
DANYAEL (O.S.)
What? Hey, don't drag me into this,
I like it here.
CHRIS (O.S.)
This is getting us nowhere...
With a SCRAPE of metal on metal, the van's side door is
suddenly pulled back, to reveal our protagonists spread
across the van's interior - CHRIS, TWIST, DANYAEL and JULIE.
Chris looks like this has already been a long night, and
Julie and Twist both wear sulky expressions, making it look
like the row we just heard has been raging for some time.
Danyael, by contrast, is sitting in one corner of the rear of
the van, happily playing away on Twist's GameBoy Advance and
minding his own business.
Chris steps out and into the street, closing his eyes and
taking a deep breath of the night air.
TWIST
So?
He sighs - there goes the quiet moment. He turns back to her.
CHRIS
So what?
TWIST
Are we gonna find this thing and
move on, or what?
Chris turns to Julie, who rolls her eyes and HUFFS.
JULIE
Alright, fine. Let me make a call
back to the safe house, see if
somebody can find my laptop, then
I'll arrange to pick it up and we
can be on our way again.
Julie clambers out of the van, Twist making a show of not
looking at her, and with a last look at Chris she walks off
screen. Chris waits a few beats for her to go before he turns
and glares at Twist.
CHRIS
What the bloody hell was that all
about?
TWIST
(defensive)
What? She started it.
CHRIS
That's no reason to-
TWIST
Oh, well, excuse me if we can't all
be perfect like Julie! You don't
see me leaving laptops full of
sensitive fricken information at
every truck stop we pull into, do
you?
CHRIS
(sighs)
That's not what happened and you
know it.
Twist turns to Danyael, waving a hand to try and get his
attention.
TWIST
Hey!
He doesn't look up, concentrating on his game.
DANYAEL
What?
TWIST
I've yet to hear you back me up on
this. Will you tell Chris?
Danyael still doesn't look up - so with an irritated sigh,
Twist reaches over and hits the 'off' button. Danyael blinks
in surprise, then lets out a defeated sigh and tucks the
GameBoy away.
DANYAEL
Alright. What?
TWIST
Tell Chris I had every right to get
pissed at Julie, after we'd been on
the road for three days before
Julie realised she'd lost her
computer, and we had to turn round
and drive three days back again
just so she could get it.
Danyael takes a beat, then looks across at Chris.
DANYAEL
(hesitant)
Well, she does kind of have a
point...
Chris narrows his eyes, and while Danyael shrinks away a
little, Twist pokes her tongue out triumphantly at Chris.
TWIST
Nyah.
CHRIS
That's still no excuse for calling
her a... what was it?
TWIST
A cross-eyed, number crunching
barnyard rodent.
CHRIS
(beat)
What the hell does that even mean?
TWIST
I don't know! I was angry, wasn't
I? Jeez,if I stopped to think about
the meaning behind everything that
came out of my mouth, I'd never get
round to saying anything!
CHRIS
(under his breath)
And wouldn't that be a change...
TWIST
Hey! I heard that!
(points at Danyael)
He's the one with bad hearing,
remember?
DANYAEL
(looks up)
What was that?
Chris shakes his head and sits down on the edge of the van's
interior, running a hand through his hair.
He hears Twist rummaging through her bag behind him, and
turns to see her emptying its contents all over the floor.
CHRIS
What are you doing?
TWIST
Looking for my phone... aha!
She lifts it up, settling down and starting to tap away at it
- leaving her mess all over the van's floor. Chris knows
there's no point asking her to clear it up, and with a
resigned look he climbs back into the van.
CHRIS
So who do you know to call in New
York?
TWIST
Plenty of people, stupid, I was at
university here for two years,
remember? And besides, if Julie's
gonna be gone a while, I may as
well find a way to amuse myself.
Danyael takes that as a cue to reach for his GameBoy Advance
again, but as soon as he flips the screen up, Twist reaches
over and flips it down without looking.
TWIST (cont'd)
Stay focused, Spook. This 'fun' I
find might need two people.
Danyael gets the hint and fishes out a pack of cigarettes,
lighting one up and offering another to Twist.
Chris grimaces as she lights up, making a big deal out of
wafting the smoke out of the van.
CHRIS
Do you have to do that in here?
TWIST
It keeps me relaxed.
(off phone)
Oh, hey, here we go!
She hits 'Call' and puts the phone to her ear as Chris checks
his watch.
CHRIS
Isn't it a little late to call
people up at random?
TWIST
Come on, Chris, you've known me for
a year and my spontaneity still
surprises you?
CHRIS
(mutters)
Irritates, more like...
Twist's phone BEEPS as her call is answered.
KAREN
(filtered; through phone)
He- hello?
TWIST
(perky)
Karen? Hey! It's Twist, Twist
McFadden. How ya doin'?
KAREN
Twist? What, from university?
TWIST
(grins)
As if you could forget! That's me.
How the Britney are ya, Kay?
KAREN
Uh...
Twist taps some of her cigarette ash onto the floor of the
van, prompting an annoyed glare from Chris, as we cut to:
8 INT. KAREN'S APARTMENT - NIGHT. 8
Karen is standing in the living room area, the phone in one
hand - and a knife in the other. Both the knife and Karen are
splashed with blood, and she trembles slightly.
KAREN
Honestly? Not so good.
Karen looks down to the floor, and we pull back and pan down
as she continues speaking.
KAREN (cont'd)
Are you in the area or something?
TWIST
(filtered; through phone)
Yeah, I'm a few blocks from your
old place. You still live there?
KAREN
Uh, yeah, yeah I do.
TWIST
Are you alright? You sound a little
wiggy.
We keep pulling back - and finally see the dead body of the
Man we saw earlier, face down on the floor before Karen,
crimson blood pooled around him.
KAREN
Huh? Oh, I'm... actually, things
have gone a little weird over here.
TWIST
Oh. Well, anything I can do to
help? I'm kinda bored.
Karen looks back up, her mind racing.
KAREN
That all depends... can you come
over?
TWIST
Yeah, sure, I'll be there in five.
KAREN
O- okay. Bye.
Mechanically, Karen hangs the phone up, looking at the knife
in her hands as though she didn't realise she was still
holding it, before we cut back to:
9 EXT. CITY STREET/VAN - NIGHT. 9
Twist and Danyael are standing outside the van now, Twist
pulling on her jacket.
CHRIS
Karen's not going to suspect
anything about you, is she? I mean,
does she know you're a-
TWIST
Vampire? No idea. When Boyce turned
me and I left town, I made sure I
left notes for my friends, telling
them I was off on an extended
holiday or something. Far as she
knows, I've spent the last five
years backpacking round Argentina
or something.
CHRIS
You're not going far, are you?
TWIST
Nah, just a few blocks that way.
Call me if you need me, alright?
Danyael spots Julie approaching, and nudges Twist to get her
attention as she walks back into frame.
CHRIS
Any luck?
JULIE
Yeah, turns out I'd left it in that
room I was staying at in the safe
house. The guy I spoke to said
there was a game of 'Half-Life'
still running on there, though.
Julie looks at Twist, who tries and fails to look away
innocently.
JULIE (cont'd)
So, anyway, he said he's gonna grab
it and come meet us somewhere. He
suggested this bar on the next
block, says he's already late to
meet some friends so would we mind
meeting him there?
CHRIS
Not at all.
Chris steps out of the van and slides the door shut, reaching
for the keys and activating the alarm system.
CHRIS (cont'd)
(to Twist)
Don't be gone all night, we're just
going to grab Julie's computer and
then we're out of here.
TWIST
(salutes)
I'll keep my fun to an absolute
minimum, cap'n. Just the way you
like it.
Chris smirks, then he and Julie head off one way and Twist
and Danyael go the other.
We cut across to the other side of the street, looking at the
van as the two pairs head off in either direction - and a
FIGURE steps into frame, watching them intently. We've only
got a shoulder and the edge of their head to go on, too quick
to catch any detail before we cut to:
10 EXT. ZEROMANCE CLUB - NIGHT. 10
Looking down on a popular nightspot, the queue of fidgeting
goths and rockers outside combining with the loud, aggressive
music blasting from within to give us an idea of what kind of
place this is.
Julie and Chris walk into frame, both of them grimacing as
they take in the clientele and the music.
JULIE
Oh, God...
CHRIS
I'm beginning to think Twist should
have done this, this is very
definitely her sort of thing.
Julie retrieves her cell phone again as Chris catches several
people in the queue looking him up and down.
JULIE
The guy I spoke to at the safe
house was called Aaron, said to let
him know when we were here and he'd
get us inside.
Julie starts to make a call, as a dressed up couple walk
past, all PVC and piercings, and Chris raises an eyebrow.
JULIE (cont'd)
(into phone)
Aaron? Yeah, it's Julie! You want
to come let us in? Thanks.
She snaps her phone shut and tucks it away, as another group
of people walk past, chuckling to themselves as they look
Chris up and down.
JULIE (cont'd)
(smirks)
Looks like you've found your
'scene' at last.
CHRIS
Bloody kids, they see someone
wearing black and they instantly
assume he's into Slayer...
AARON (O.S.)
Julie?
They look round as AARON waves to them from the entrance to
the club. He's dressed for the occasion, wearing a black top
with a neon logo, his black hair tall and spiked.
AARON (cont'd)
Hey, come on inside.
Aaron nods to the bouncers, who step aside and motion for
Chris and Julie to step inside. There is a chorus of
disapprovement from the waiting queue, and Chris calls over
to them.
CHRIS
Sorry, folks, age before beauty!
VOICE FROM QUEUE
Yeah, looks like you got plenty of
that!
The queue LAUGHS, and with a dark look Chris steps inside.
11 INT. ZEROMANCE CLUB - NIGHT. 11
The inside of the large nightclub is filled with people like
the ones waiting outside, only the music in here is several
hundred decibels louder. Flashing lights flicker across the
dance floor, and the place is rammed full of punters swaying
to the pounding beat of 'I Feel Loved' by Depeche Mode.
Aaron leads Chris and the very out of place looking Julie to
one of the tables set against one wall, where several of
Aaron's friends are sitting and drinking.
A laptop computer sits on top of the table, and Aaron scoops
it up, turning and handing it to Julie.
AARON
Here ya go.
JULIE
Thanks. Say, isn't all this a
little...
AARON
What, a little unlike someone who
works for Osbourne's company? Yeah,
I guess it is, but everyone has
their own way of blowing off steam,
right?
Chris glances round at the club's occupants.
CHRIS
They certainly do.
AARON
Anyway, sorry for making you guys
come all the way out here, but I
promised my friends I'd be out
tonight. After what happened the
other week, I think I've got an
excuse for wanting to get out and
let my hair down.
JULIE
Don't worry, I'm with you on that
one. We'd better be going, but
thanks a lot for this.
She taps the laptop, and Aaron shrugs.
AARON
No problem. You sure you and Mr.
Berkeley don't want to stay for a
drink? It's on me.
JULIE
Oh, that'd be-
CHRIS
(interrupts)
Normally, we'd love to, but we are
running a little behind schedule,
as I'm sure you can appreciate.
AARON
No big. Have fun.
Aaron and Julie shake hands, before Chris leads Julie back
towards the exit.
JULIE
Come on, Chris, we're inside for
free, and this place isn't that
bad...
A set of smoke generators over the dance floor blast into
life to an appreciative CHEER from the crowd, and Julie can't
help but chuckle at Chris' sour expression.
JULIE (cont'd)
You know what? Forget I said it.
CHRIS
(rubs eyes)
Sorry, it's just that I've been
driving for almost a week straight
now, and I think I just need to lie
down somewhere.
(looks round)
Preferably, somewhere without its
own PA and a hundred sweaty bodies
leaping around.
JULIE
Point taken. Let's get back to the
van and find a motel or something.
Julie starts to walk on again, but as Chris turns to follow
he pauses, frowning, and looks across the club.
On the other side of the dance floor, the crowd parts for
just a second, and we get a brief glimpse of a young woman
staring back at him - she's tall and slim, with black
dreadlocked hair and dark makeup.
Chris blinks - and the crowd moves to obscure her from view
again. Julie turns round and notices Chris has stopped, then
registers the dark look on his face.
JULIE (cont'd)
Chris? What is it?
Chris doesn't answer, but starts towards the dance floor.
JULIE (cont'd)
(confused)
Chris?
Chris starts to push his way through the dance floor, using
his enhanced strength to shove the gyrating bodies of the
dancing clubbers out of his way, his eyes locked on the last
place he saw the mysterious young woman.
Julie does her best to follow, but the going is slower for
her as she tries to safely keep hold of her laptop.
Chris reaches the other side of the dance floor and looks
around, but the woman is nowhere in sight as Julie finally
fights her way through to join him.
JULIE (cont'd)
(breathless)
Alright, you'd better tell me we
just did that for a reason, 'cause
otherwise-
CHRIS
(serious)
I thought I saw someone.
JULIE
You 'thought' you saw someone? Who?
VOICE (O.S.)
Me, actually.
Chris spins round - and walking towards him is the YOUNG
WOMAN he glimpsed a moment ago. She's dressed to match the
club, in a knee length black dress and shiny PVC corset, and
there's a wry smile on her face as she steps closer.
YOUNG WOMAN
Hello again, Chris. Long time.
Chris narrows his eyes and stares back at her, as Julie looks
from Chris to the woman, waiting for an introduction.
JULIE
Uh, Chris? Are you going to
introduce me to your friend here?
Chris finally turns to look at Julie, then looks back to the
woman, who raises her eyebrows and smirks.
YOUNG WOMAN
Yeah, Chris, why don't you tell her
who I am?
Chris waits another long beat before answering.
CHRIS
Julie, this is Vivian Taylor.
(beat)
My first partner.
Julie looks in surprise back to Vivian, and from Vivian's
grin, we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT ONE
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