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                                       ACT TWO

                                                               FADE IN:

        12     INT. KAREN'S APARTMENT - NIGHT.                         12

               Looking at the front door as there is a KNOCK at it, and a
               cleaned up Karen steps into frame. She's still clearly shaken
               by whatever happened, but she takes a moment to compose
               herself before she opens the door.

               Twist grins at her old friend, Danyael hanging back in the
               corridor outside.

                                   TWIST
                         Karen! Ciao, darling.

               Twist leans forward and kisses Karen on both cheeks, Italian
               style, but her smile fades as she takes in Karen's worried
               expression.

                                   TWIST (cont'd)
                         Kay? What's up?

                                   KAREN
                         Uh, you'd better... you'd better
                         come in.

               Twist glances over her shoulder at Danyael, then notices
               Karen is eyeing him warily.

                                   TWIST
                         Oh, Danyael's cool. He's with me.
                             (beat)
                         Not with me, with me, he just
                         follows me around. Kinda like a
                         lost puppy.

                                   DANYAEL
                             (offended)
                         Hey!

               Twist smirks at him, then steps into Karen's apartment,
               followed by Danyael.

               Twist scans the interior, nodding, as Karen closes and locks
               the door behind them.

                                   TWIST
                         Nice. Always knew you'd land on
                         your feet after we graduated, but I
                         never figured you'd end up with
                         a...

               Twist's eyes fall on the dead body on the carpet at last.

                                   TWIST (cont'd)
                         ... body.
                             (to Karen)
                         Why is there a body?

               Wringing her hands, Karen walks over, joining Twist as she
               stares down in shock at the dead man.

                                   KAREN
                         Twist, I... I'm in trouble.

                                   TWIST
                         Gee, ya think?

                                   DANYAEL
                         What happened?

                                   KAREN
                         He- well, me and him, we- I mean,
                         it just happened so-

                                   TWIST
                         Alright, alright, Stutter Girl, we
                         get the picture. Did this guy break
                         in and attack you or something?

                                   KAREN
                             (beat; nods)
                         Yeah, yeah, I came home after work
                         and found him in here, and when I
                         tried to defend myself, I...

               Danyael crouches by the body, spotting the bloody knife and
               taking one of his gloves from his jacket to carefully lift it
               without leaving a fingerprint.

                                   DANYAEL
                         Looks like you defended yourself
                         pretty well.

               Danyael uses his other glove to lift the man's body up a
               little, looking surprised as he takes in the multiple stab
               wounds on the man's chest.

                                   DANYAEL (cont'd)
                         Really well...

                                   TWIST
                         Okay, damage control. Did you call
                         the police yet?

                                   KAREN
                         What? Oh, uh, no.

                                   TWIST
                         Well... don't you think you should?

                                   KAREN
                             (snaps)
                         I don't know, Twist, still kind of
                         in shock here!

                                   TWIST
                         Okay, chill. Dan and I are used to
                         this sort of thing, we'll deal with
                         this.

               Twist joins Danyael by the body, as a confused looking Karen
               steps over.

                                   KAREN
                         'This sort of thing'? But how? I
                         mean, I thought you were still out
                         of the country?

               Twist and Danyael exchange a look, before they both stand.

                                   TWIST
                         Ah, yeah, about that, see...
                             (beat; sighs)
                         Screw it. I lied. Doesn't matter
                         what I was doing, point is, I know
                         how to help.
                             (to Danyael)
                         You want to put a call out for some
                         help? See if you can get some
                         people in to clear this mess up.

               Danyael nods, taking his phone and stepping towards the
               kitchen as Twist places her hands on Karen's shoulders.

                                   KAREN
                         'People'? What 'people'? Who is he
                         going to-

                                   TWIST
                         Never mind. Now, I want you to tell
                         me exactly what happened.

               Karen glances down at the body, then back at Twist, still
               clearly on edge, before we cut over to:

        13     EXT. ZEROMANCE CLUB/BACK ALLEY - NIGHT.                 13

               Vivian leans against a side wall near a back entrance to the
               club, down a narrow, cramped alley. The music playing inside
               the club can still be heard, muffled, through the walls, and
               Chris watches Vivian carefully as Julie sits on a doorstep
               set into another entrance in the alley.

                                   VIVIAN
                         So where do you want me to start?

                                   CHRIS
                         The beginning.

                                   VIVIAN
                         Yikes. Okay, well, when my mom and
                         dad were in their twenties, my dad
                         got this mischievous look in his
                         eyes one day, and-

                                   CHRIS
                         Vivian, please. This is no time for
                         games.

               Vivian chuckles, and Julie raises a hand to get their
               attention.

                                   JULIE
                         I have a question, before she
                         starts her story.

                                   VIVIAN
                         What's up, doc?

                                   JULIE
                         Okay, where did you two-
                             (beat)
                         Wait, how did you know I was a
                         doctor?

                                   VIVIAN
                             (shrugs)
                         Figured anybody dressed like you
                         going into a club like this had to
                         a professional of some sort, and
                         you just strike me as the medical
                         type. Must be the hair.

               Thrown, Julie looks up at Chris.

                                   CHRIS
                             (to Julie)
                         Ignore her. She gets a kick out of
                         winding people up.

                                   VIVIAN
                         Hey, I learned from the best.

                                   CHRIS
                         And how could I forget.

               Vivian reaches into the front of her corset - and draws out a
               crumpled pack of cigarettes and a lighter, sparking one up
               and holding the pack out to Julie.

                                   VIVIAN
                         Want one?

                                   JULIE
                         Uh, no thanks.

               Vivian shrugs and takes a deep drag, blowing the smoke back
               out before turning her attention back to Chris.

                                   VIVIAN
                         Okay, we'll skip the background for
                         later. I guess you want to know
                         what I've been doing since the last
                         time we saw each other, right?

                                   CHRIS
                         Sounds like as good a place as any
                         to start.
                             (to Julie)
                         Vivian and I didn't exactly part on
                         the best of terms.

                                   VIVIAN
                             (scoffs)
                         Now that's an understatement...

                                   CHRIS
                             (eyes her)
                         We had a... disagreement about
                         something, but that's not important
                         right now. Let's just say, last
                         time I saw Vivian, it was from a
                         prone position on the floor as she
                         walked away from me, having just
                         sunk a knife into my chest.

                                   VIVIAN
                             (wry smile)
                         You were asking for it.

               Chris doesn't reply, and this suggests there's some truth in
               Vivian's words. Julie watches them both, extremely curious.

                                   VIVIAN (cont'd)
                         Since that falling out we had, I
                         decided to stick around NYC for a
                         while. I figured you'd be doing
                         your usual nomad routine and be
                         heading off soon as you pulled that
                         knife out of yourself, so I figured
                         I'd bed down, see what I could do
                         for myself round here.

                                   JULIE
                         Wait, clear something up for me.
                         Chris called you his 'first
                         partner' when we were in there -
                         you mean she's like Twist?

                                   VIVIAN
                             (intrigued)
                         Who's Twist? Got yourself a new
                         groupie now, Chris?

                                   CHRIS
                         Never you mind. Carry on.

                                   VIVIAN
                         Well, seeing as how you and I had
                         spent a few years ignoring every
                         cry for help that came our way
                         while you dragged me from one ass
                         backward part of the world to the
                         next, looking for your elusive
                         'cure,' I saw our break up as a
                         chance to start over, to do some of
                         the things I never got a chance to
                         when I was with you.

                                   CHRIS
                         Such as?

                                   VIVIAN
                         Stopping the bad guys, helping the
                         innocent, saving the day. You know,
                         all the stuff you always claimed
                         you were too busy to do. Got my own
                         little posse now, too, a bunch of
                         like-minded vigilantes who help me
                         keep the streets round here as safe
                         as we can. I reckon I've got a lot
                         of lost souls to make up for,
                         people who asked for help back in
                         the day that I ignored. 
                             (beat)
                         Because of you.

               Julie looks at Chris, and the dark expression he wears tells
               her this is a story he'd rather she didn't hear.

                                   VIVIAN (cont'd)
                         So that's pretty much what I've
                         done over the last...
                             (counts)
                         ... six years. Whew, has it really
                         been that long? Feels like it was
                         just yesterday I tried to kill you.

               Chris doesn't appreciate her humour, and motions for Julie to
               stand and join him.

                                   CHRIS
                         Julie, let's go, I've heard enough.

               Julie stands and walks towards Chris, but Vivian pushes
               herself off the wall and heads towards him, suddenly looking
               serious.

                                   VIVIAN
                         No, Chris... wait. Please, hear me
                         out.

                                   CHRIS
                         Any why should I do that?

               Vivian sighs and lowers her head.

                                   VIVIAN
                         Because I could use your help with
                         something.

               Julie throws a surprised look at Chris, as we cut back to:

        14     INT. KAREN'S APARTMENT - NIGHT.                         14

               The body is covered by a bedsheet now, as Karen sits on the
               sofa, Twist handing her a mug of coffee. Danyael walks back
               over from the kitchen, tucking his phone away.

                                   TWIST
                         Well? Is Tonto gonna come pronto or
                         what?

                                   DANYAEL
                         There isn't much left in the way of
                         rebel vam-
                             (catches himself; glances
                              at Karen)
                         Uh, 'help' still left in NYC at the
                         moment, after what happened a few
                         months back. You know.

                                   TWIST
                         Yeah, kinda hard to forget, what
                         with all the dead bodies and all.

               Karen throws a shocked look up at Twist, but she ignores it
               as Danyael continues.

                                   DANYAEL
                         The local guys have regrouped a bit
                         since then, though, they're sending
                         a couple of people over to help
                         clean up the mess.

                                   TWIST
                         Alright, good work, Spook.

               Twist sits down next to Karen, who now looks thoroughly
               bewildered.

                                   KAREN
                         Twist? What's going on? What the
                         hell are you mixed up in? Are you
                         in a gang or something?

                                   TWIST
                         That's not important. What matters
                         is getting you somewhere safe so
                         you can tell me what happened. 
                             (off body)
                         This'll be taken care of when we
                         get back.

               Karen opens her mouth to protest, but Twist stands and takes
               one of her hands, pulling her to her feet.

                                   TWIST (cont'd)
                         You know anywhere quiet we can go?

                                   KAREN
                         Uh, y-yeah, yeah.

                                   TWIST
                         Then let's go.
                             (to Danyael)
                         D'you wanna wait here until the
                         boys show up?

                                   DANYAEL
                             (nods)
                         Sounds good. You two girls go catch
                         up and stuff.

               Twist turns back to Karen and smiles.

                                   TWIST
                         See? I always told you I've got
                         your back if you ever needed me.

               Karen finally manages a relieved smile, and we cut back to:

        15     INT. ZEROMANCE CLUB - NIGHT.                            15

               Back inside the club, but over in a quieter corner where the
               music is less deafening and there are more lights, Vivian,
               Chris and Julie sit round a small table.

                                   VIVIAN
                         There's a new pack of vampires in
                         town, they moved in after all that
                         stuff at the Edgar Building a few
                         months back.
                             (raises eyebrow)
                         Which, by the way, had you written
                         all over it - was that anything to
                         do with you?

                                   CHRIS
                         I may have been involved, yes, but
                         that's all I'm going to say on the
                         subject.

                                   VIVIAN
                             (shrugs)
                         Suit yourself. Anyway, these new
                         vamps, they're pretty tough.
                         Taller, stronger than usual, twice
                         as mean and three times as ugly.
                         They've been taking my crew down
                         one member at a time, and things
                         are getting pretty bad. It's kinda
                         hard to try and police the streets
                         when your own people are getting
                         picked off.

                                   CHRIS
                         So what do you want me to do about
                         it?

                                   VIVIAN
                         And there it is again. 'Me,' not
                         'us.'
                             (off Julie)
                         Isn't she part of your team now?

               Chris looks at Julie, who throws him a look right back -
               that's a very good question!

                                   CHRIS
                         Tell me what you want me to do
                         first, and I'll see if I can help.

                                   VIVIAN
                         It's nothing major, I could just
                         use some added manpower to help
                         take these things down before they
                         get too big a stranglehold on my
                         turf. You in? Some good old
                         fashioned slice and dice action,
                         just like the good old days?

               Chris considers her offer, then after a long beat slowly nods
               his head. Vivian grins and takes a sip of her cocktail.

                                   VIVIAN (cont'd)
                         You sure have changed, Chris!
                             (to Julie)
                         Back when we were a team, if
                         anybody ever asked Chris for help
                         like that, he'd say something
                         suitably cold like 'it's none of my
                         concern,' then turn and walk off
                         like nothing had happened.
                             (to Chris)
                         What made you grow a heart all of a
                         sudden, Chris?

               Vivian's eyes fall on Julie, who shifts uncomfortably.

                                   VIVIAN (cont'd)
                         Or should I say... who?

                                   CHRIS
                             (stern)
                         Vivian.

                                   VIVIAN
                         Alright, jeez! You're still as
                         stuck up and British as ever, I
                         see. You know, if it wasn't for us
                         Americans, you Brits would still be
                         busy saluting Mein Fuhrer today.

                                   CHRIS
                         National stereotyping aside, where
                         can we find these new vampires of
                         yours? We're in something of a
                         hurry.

                                   VIVIAN
                         Ah, well, y'see, that's the great
                         thing. They're right over there.

               Chris frowns, but Vivian nods towards something off screen,
               and Chris and Julie slowly and discretely turn round.

               Up on the balcony overlooking the dance floor are three surly
               looking men, all dressed in thick jackets and clothing,
               swigging bottles of beer and sizing up the clubbers below.

                                   VIVIAN (cont'd)
                         You see 'em?

                                   CHRIS
                             (nods)
                         Three of them, first level.
                             (turns to Vivian)
                         Plan of action?

                                   VIVIAN
                             (pretends to think)
                         Kill 'em?

                                   CHRIS
                         Be serious, Vivian.

                                   VIVIAN
                             (smirks)
                         Kill 'em real good.

                                   CHRIS
                             (cross)
                         There are innocent people in here,
                         we can't just go blazing in and-

                                   VOICE (O.S.)
                         Hey, Taylor!

               The trio look up - and three more large, beefed up men are
               standing a few feet away from their table, glaring down at
               the trio and not looking happy to see them.

                                   FIRST GUY
                         Thought I told you not to show your
                         face round here again?

                                   VIVIAN
                         Well, shucks, Nick, I guess I'm
                         just kinda hard of hearing
                         sometimes. Must be all this loud
                         music I listen to.

                                   FIRST GUY
                             (off Chris and Julie)
                         And who the hell are these two?

                                   VIVIAN
                         Friends from out of town.

               Chris gets out of his seat and stands before Nick, staring
               him down quite easily.

                                   CHRIS
                         Is there a problem?

                                   NICK
                         That depends. One vampire in my
                         club is bad enough, but two? That's
                         just asking for an ass kicking.

               Julie blinks and snaps round to look at Vivian.

                                   JULIE
                         You're a...

                                   VIVIAN
                         Vampire, yeah. Long story. Duck.

                                   JULIE
                             (frowns)
                         What?

               Vivian suddenly RIPS their table out of the floor and THROWS
               it towards Nick and his two accomplices, sending them
               crashing to the floor.

               There are SCREAMS as frightened clubbers quickly bail out and
               clear a space for the impending fight, and Chris glares at
               Vivian as she hops to his side.

                                   CHRIS
                         This is no place for a fight,
                         Vivian!

                                   VIVIAN
                         What's the matter, old man? You
                         lost your sense of adventure?

               One of the men starts to get up, and Vivian quickly KICKS him
               in the face, her adrenaline surging.

                                   VIVIAN (cont'd)
                         We're just getting to the fun part.

               The other two men jump to their feet, and as their snarling
               faces rush towards us, we:

                                                             BLACK OUT:



                                   END OF ACT TWO
                                      ACT THREE

                                                               FADE IN:

        16     EXT. EMPTY OFFICE BLOCK - NIGHT.                        16

               Fade up on a tall office block, its lights off and its doors
               closed for the night, as a trio of police cruisers speed
               past, their sirens WAILING and their flashing lights
               highlighting the scene.

        17     INT. FIFTH FLOOR OFFICE SUITE - NIGHT.                  17

               A wide, open plan suite, full of plain cubicles, looking down
               on the street below as we pull back, the entire floor wrapped
               in darkness.

               There's a tell, well built man standing, arms crossed behind
               his back, as he watches the squad cars race past below - this
               is CONNELY.

                                   CONNELY
                             (softly)
                         It's been a long night for both of
                         us, I know. But it'll all be over
                         soon.

               Pull back further to get a better shot of Connelly as a
               POLICE HELICOPTER buzzes past the office block, its
               searchlight swinging to and fro across the streets.

               Connely is of average height, with a thin, wiry build and
               short, spiked hair. He turns to address someone off camera,
               and we see that his shirt is open, and his body is
               crisscrossed with deep, ritual scars and marks.

                                   CONNELY (cont'd)
                         I can only apologise for the
                         discomfort I have put you through
                         this evening.

               Sitting on a chair, her arms and legs bound to it with thick
               rope, is VIVIAN. She's scared out of her wits, trying to hold
               in the sobs of fear but not doing a great job, her mascara
               streaking her face, her cheeks wet with tears.

               Connely turns and starts to walk casually towards her, a half
               smile on his face as Vivian shivers with fear.

               TITLE OVER - Brooklyn, 1993.

               Vivian's breathing speeds up as Connely approaches her, but
               he stops next to one of the nondescript cubicle desks a few
               feet away.

               Shining in the moonlight on its surface are two KNIVES, long,
               almost surgical blades that are already spotted with blood.
               Connely lifts one of the blades up and admires it in the dim
               moonlight, and Vivian WHIMPERS.

                                   CONNELY (cont'd)
                         When I use this to slice you from
                         belly to chin, and read the
                         messages that have been left for me
                         in your entrails, then we'll both
                         know.
                             (smiles)
                         You'll understand at last that you
                         were put here for a purpose.

               He walks over to her, and she can't help but SOB in terror as
               he stands inches away from her, gently pressing the smooth
               knife blade against her cheek.

                                   CONNELY (cont'd)
                         You were sent to earth to bring me
                         a message, a message hidden deep
                         inside this fleshy body of yours,
                         that will tell me what I have to do
                         next. For that, I thank you.

               Connely tenderly strokes the trembling Vivian's hair.

        18     EXT. EMPTY OFFICE BLOCK - NIGHT.                        18

               Back outside the office block, looking up towards it from
               street level as the police helicopter sweeps past again -
               before CHRIS steps into frame.

               He looks the same as he does now - same hair, beard and
               clothes - and the intense look burning in his eyes tells us
               he's got a job to do.

               He waits until the helicopter has moved away a little, before
               striding across the street, his long leather coat flapping in
               the breeze behind him.

        19     INT. FIFTH FLOOR OFFICE SUITE - NIGHT.                  19

               Connely is removing his shirt, his back to Vivian as her eyes
               flick left and right, looking for some way out.

               She starts to slowly push her wheeled chair across the
               carpeted office floor, but she doesn't get far before Connely
               calls over to her, not looking round.

                                   CONNELY
                         You'd never make it.

               She stops, defeated, and the newly stripped to the waist
               Connely steps over, his scars on proud display along with his
               impressively toned body.

                                   CONNELY (cont'd)
                         What good is a message, if the
                         person meant to read it doesn't get
                         to see it? You're a strange one,
                         Vivian.

                                   VIVIAN
                             (pleading)
                         Please, just let me go, I haven't
                         done anything, I-

               Vivian SHRIEKS as Connely suddenly grabs her hair, yanking
               her head back and pressing the knife against her throat.

                                   CONNELY
                         That's the point! You have to be
                         pure! If you're not clean, then I
                         can't see anything, and when I cut
                         you open, all I'll see is-

                                   CHRIS (O.S.)
                         Blood.

               Connely freezes, then slowly looks up. Chris is standing
               boldly in the middle of the suite, his katana drawn and
               ready, staring down Connely.

                                   CHRIS (cont'd)
                         That's what all this is really
                         about, isn't it, Connely?

               Connely GRUNTS in annoyance and punts Vivian out of the way,
               her chair bashing into a nearby desk.

                                   CHRIS (cont'd)
                         You kidnap these girls, torture
                         them until you consider them
                         'clean' enough for you, and then
                         what? Gut them? Slice them open,
                         stare into them and look for your
                         'messages'? We both know you've
                         never seen any messages.

                                   CONNELY
                             (cold)
                         Shut up.

                                   CHRIS
                         Oh, you keep hoping that one day
                         you'll see one, that your faith
                         will be rewarded and all the people
                         you've left dead will have been for
                         a reason, the day you look inside
                         your latest victim and see some
                         words from the divine, blazing out
                         at you in all their glory...

                                   CONNELY
                         I said shut up!

                                   CHRIS
                         But all you ever see is blood.

               Chris is now just a few feet away. Connely is hunching down,
               breathing hard, ready to spring, while Chris is still almost
               casual.

                                   CHRIS (cont'd)
                         Nobody's going to send you any
                         messages, Connely. Truth is, nobody
                         cares.

                                   CONNELY
                             (furious)
                         Shut up! You don't know! You'll
                         never understand!!

               He LEAPS to the attack, swinging his knife as he and Chris
               spar, Chris' katana deflecting Connely's attacks. Chris
               circles him, easily the better swordsman. 

                                   CHRIS
                             (off Vivian)
                         So who's this one? Another likely
                         contender?

                                   CONNELY
                         Why do you care? I thought you
                         didn't give a crap about the
                         victims. It's all about the mission
                         with you, Chris!

                                   CHRIS
                         I don't. But an awful lot of people
                         want you dead, Connely, and one of
                         them has something I want. So, we
                         made a deal - I bring him your
                         head, he gives me what I want.

               The police helicopter is back, and this time its searchlight
               shines right across the suite.

               Chris is temporarily distracted - and Connely takes the
               opportunity to LUNGE for Vivian, pulling her in front of him
               and holding the knife to her throat.

                                   CONNELY
                         You don't understand!
                             (getting emotional)
                         Nobody understands! I know they'll
                         come! I know they're waiting for
                         me, I just have to find them!

               Chris sizes up the situation, glancing at Vivian who stares
               back at him with wide, petrified eyes.

                                   CHRIS
                         Let her go, Connely. She's no part
                         of this.

               The helicopter is still hovering outside, and a voice shouts
               out through its loudspeaker:

                                   COP
                             (filtered)
                         Attention, this is the NYPD!
                         Connely, we have the building
                         surrounded! Release the girl and
                         stand down!

                                   CHRIS
                             (grins)
                         Looks like you're out of time.

               Connely glances over his shoulder at the helicopter, then
               back to Chris, before we cut back to:
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