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14 EXT. ROADSIDE - LATER 14
It's a few hours later on, and looking into the back of the
black van shows Twist securely tied up inside her sleeping
bag, still unconscious.
Chris is staring in on her, sporting plenty of injuries from
the day's excitement as Julie joins him.
JULIE
Danyael's on the phone, sorting
things out with the gas station
staff. They've said they won't tell
the police anything as a way of
saying 'thanks' for stopping that
truck from ploughing into the gas
pumps.
CHRIS
(darkly)
How considerate.
JULIE
Still leaves us with a big problem,
though.
CHRIS
I know.
JULIE
We need to get her some help,
Chris.
CHRIS
I wasn't planning on leaving her
like this!
JULIE
I know that, I just mean if this is
something like the hex on you last
year, then we've got to do
everything we can to fix it before
it gets too far.
Chris is still staring at Twist as Julie lays a hand on his
arm, getting his attention at last.
JULIE (cont'd)
We need to go back to Parker.
Chris stares at her, then turns back to Twist - and nods.
Julie heads off screen, leaving Chris to his vigil. After a
beat, he reaches out and slides the van door shut, and as it
closes, we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
FADE IN:
15 INT. PARKER'S LAB - GARAGE - NIGHT 15
Chris' van bounces down the access ramp and speeds across the
underground parking lot of Parker's Lab, passing rows of
smart, clean executive cars on its way to a doorway set into
a pillar in the middle of the floor.
PARKER is waiting there, hands behind his back, two of his
white-coated lab techs by his side and a stretcher between
them.
The van pulls to a stop in front of them, and Parker nods a
greeting as Chris and Julie step out, heading over.
PARKER
Chris. It's unfortunate that we
have to meet again so soon,
especially under these
circumstances.
CHRIS
I'm far from overjoyed about things
myself.
PARKER
May I see her?
Chris heads back to the van, sliding the side door open.
Twist is still out, tied up and wrapped in her sleeping bag,
a nervous-looking Danyael sitting dutifully by her side.
Parker waves his two assistants over, taking a small penlight
from his pocket and lowering Twist's eyelids, peering inside.
PARKER (cont'd)
When did the symptoms start?
CHRIS
Earlier today.
PARKER
Were there any warning signs?
DANYAEL
(shakes head)
One minute, she's fine, just
feeling a little light-headed, the
next...
PARKER
The next she's throwing people
through windows and trying to drive
cargo trucks into gas stations.
A beat. Parker leans back, stroking his beard thoughtfully.
PARKER (cont'd)
There isn't much I can say out
here, we'll have to get her inside.
CHRIS
Do whatever you have to.
Parker nods to the two assistants, who reach into the van and
carefully lift Twist up and onto the stretcher.
They carry her out of the van as Danyael follows, shutting
the door behind him, and the group follow the two assistants
back towards the doorway.
CHRIS (cont'd)
I think we both know what caused
this.
PARKER
(nods)
Exposure to the bornium, aye. I was
hoping Twist would be spared some
of the side effects, but-
Julie steps in front of Parker, angrily shoving him to a
stop.
JULIE
Wait a minute - you knew this could
happen?
Chris also turns on Parker, and as Danyael cuts him off the
doctor realises he'd better come up with an explanation, and
fast!
PARKER
Now, everybody calm down! I didn't
exactly get chance to reel off a
list of 'do's' and 'don'ts' to your
young colleague before she went
racing into that chamber, did I?
CHRIS
(serious)
If anything happens to her, I'll-
PARKER
You'll need my help to stop
anything from happening to her.
JULIE
What 'side effects'? What are we
talking about here?
PARKER
A high level of bornium exposure,
especially to somebody not wearing
a full body hazmat suit, would
introduce all manner of toxins into
the system. As the body tried to
fight them off, it'd lead to
paranoid delusions, panic attacks,
schizophrenia...
Danyael looks ashen, and Chris glances at the sleeping Twist
before turning angrily back to Parker.
CHRIS
Why didn't you tell us any of this
when we left?
PARKER
Would you have wanted to hear it? I
didn't want you to become paranoid
yourselves that anything could
happen to her, when for all I knew
she was going to be fine! The
effects of bornium poisoning
typically present within minutes,
and after several hours Twist had
shown no signs of any ill effects.
Parker marches over to the doorway and holds it open,
exposing the corridor beyond.
PARKER (cont'd)
Now are we going to stand out here
arguing about this, or are you
going to let me and my team get to
work on finding a solution to this
problem?
Julie and Danyael look to Chris, and after a moment of
glaring at Parker he slowly nods his head.
Parker gestures for the assistants to go on ahead, and they
file through the doors. As the others follow, we cut to:
16 INT. LAB - WARD - LATER 16
A clean, sterile hospital ward, with a long row of mostly
empty beds and several arrays of bulky, complex-looking
monitoring equipment.
Twist is in the last bed on the row, dressed in hospital
scrubs and wrapped up tightly in the bedclothes.
She stirs, her eyelids fluttering as she comes to, and she
starts to sit up - but finds her wrists have been cuffed to
the bed.
TWIST
(confused)
O-kay...
She looks up as a pair of swing doors open and in walks
Chris, Danyael and Parker.
TWIST (cont'd)
Any of you lovely boys feel like
telling me what the Backstreet Boys
is going on around here?
CHRIS
Twist! You're awake!
TWIST
Yeah, and I'm also tied to a
fricken bed, so can we skip the
introductions and get straight to
the 'how,' please?
Danyael pulls up a chair next to her.
TWIST (cont'd)
Couldn't wait to get me on my own,
huh, Spook? I always knew there was
something freaky about you, but...
(off manacles)
Guess it's always the quiet ones.
Danyael COUGHS and looks away, embarrassed, as Chris and
Parker step to the bedside.
TWIST (cont'd)
(to Chris)
What happened to your face?
Chris is still sporting a gash along one cheek and several
other bruises.
CHRIS
You did.
TWIST
Huh?
DANYAEL
There was... an incident.
TWIST
Anything like that incident last
year when Chris went all 'Species'
on us?
CHRIS
I'm afraid so.
TWIST
Crap. Well, for what's it's worth,
I'm sorry for whatever it was I did
to that pretty face of yours.
PARKER
While my staff and I thank you
whole-heartedly for your efforts in
stopping the potential chemical
explosion the other day, lass...
TWIST
... I've managed to poison myself,
haven't I?
PARKER
(nods)
Essentially, yes.
CHRIS
What's the last thing you remember?
TWIST
I remember... sitting in the van
with Danyael... then I was in some
kind of warehouse... it's all kind
of blurry.
Twist frowns, running her tongue round the inside of her
mouth.
TWIST (cont'd)
Why does my mouth taste like
gravel?
DANYAEL
Chris had to throw you out of the
cabin of a truck you'd stolen. It
wasn't a neat landing.
TWIST
He did what?!?
CHRIS
You're sure you can't remember
anything?
TWIST
I think I'd remember something like
that! What the hell else did I do?
Danyael rolls up one sleeve of his top - exposing several
cuts along his arm. Twist winces.
TWIST (cont'd)
Point taken.
CHRIS
It appears your exposure to the
chemicals in the lab accident have
triggered some... unusual
psychological symptoms. Until we
can work out a remedy, this is the
safest place for you.
Twist slumps back in the bed, defeated.
TWIST
Great.
(beat)
Do I at least get a TV?
DANYAEL
I'm staying with you, don't worry.
TWIST
Well, gee, Danyael, that's sweet
and all, but no offence - you don't
provide fifty channels of daytime
entertainment.
PARKER
I'll see what I can arrange for
you.
TWIST
Thanks. And don't worry - I won't
consider this a reward for my bad
behaviour or anything.
She smirks at Parker, as Chris pats her on the arm and then
leads Parker away, out of earshot.
CHRIS
She certainly seems back to
normal...
PARKER
... but that's no guarantee that
she's over this. It's almost
impossible to predict the effects
of toxins and poisons on a vampire,
Chris, so what we're seeing may
well be the first case of its kind.
CHRIS
Let's make sure it's the last.
The two men head off screen, and into:
17 INT. LAB - PARKER'S OFFICE - NEXT 17
Julie is sitting at Parker's desk, her glasses on as she taps
away at his desktop computer. She looks up as Chris and
Parker head inside.
JULIE
I've made a little progress, but
not much - your Lab's databases
aren't exactly stuffed with old
examples of this kind of thing.
PARKER
Believe me, I'm aware of the
problem.
CHRIS
Isn't there anything else we can
try?
PARKER
Well, I was thinking about this
earlier and I do have a
suggestion...
CHRIS
Go on.
PARKER
You encountered the healer Charles
Bannister on your travels, I
believe?
CHRIS
(narrows eyes)
How do you know about that?
PARKER
I have excellent researchers. So is
that correct?
CHRIS
It is. I imagine you also know he's
dead.
PARKER
And a tragic loss he was. He was a
brilliant man, both for his
abilities, and for his-
CHRIS
(impatient)
Look, is this leading somewhere?
PARKER
(beat)
I was going to say 'and also for
his extensive collection of occult
literature on the art of healing
magics and potions.'
Julie and Chris swap glances as Parker continues.
PARKER (cont'd)
Bannister had one of the most
comprehensive collections of works
on the subject of healing in the
globe. If there's an answer to be
found, that's the first place I'd
look.
CHRIS
I'm afraid that isn't something we
can get easy access to. His library
is in other hands now, and I have
no idea where it is or even if it's
still available to us.
PARKER
Didn't you take anything away from
your visit? Some notes, perhaps
some copies or any of the actual
texts themselves?
Chris hesitates, as though reluctant to share his secrets.
CHRIS
I can get access to a few texts...
but I'm not sure they'll be of any
help.
PARKER
It's the best lead we have at the
moment. Can I task you with
fetching what you have?
CHRIS
Alright.
JULIE
I'll stay here, see what I can come
up with.
PARKER
Actually, Julie, I have a task for
you as well, if you feel up to it.
Surprised, Julie sits up and removes her glasses.
PARKER (cont'd)
There are several potions that one
of my girls think will help hold
off the onset of any more episodes
for young Twist. I'm sending out a
team to do some shopping, and I'd
appreciate you joining them.
JULIE
Me?
PARKER
You're considered something of an
expert in your field, Julie, much
as you try to hide it! I'm sure the
team could benefit from a woman of
your experience.
Julie looks flattered, standing with a smile.
JULIE
Okay, just tell me what to do.
Chris doesn't look too happy about this, and as Parker starts
explaining his plans to them both, we cut to:
18 INT. LAB - WARD - NEXT 18
An assistant is placing an old portable TV down on Twist's
bedside table, and as they leave Danyael gets to work on
plugging it in.
Twist watches him as he fusses round the back of it, trying
to find a plug socket.
TWIST
Danyael?
DANYAEL
Mm-hmm?
TWIST
Can I... can I ask you something?
DANYAEL
'Course.
TWIST
What would you do if anything
happened to me?
Danyael straightens up, looking oddly at her.
DANYAEL
What kind of a question is that?
TWIST
Don't change the subject.
DANYAEL
I'm not, it's just-
TWIST
What would you do if anything
happened to me?
Danyael pauses, then sits down, choosing his words carefully.
DANYAEL
I'd be sad.
TWIST
'Sad'?
DANYAEL
Alright, I'd be... I'd be
devastated.
TWIST
You would?
DANYAEL
Of course I would! You're like...
TWIST
Like what?
Danyael SIGHS - this is proving to be a hard thing for him to
articulate.
DANYAEL
You mean a lot to me. You know you
do. I don't think I'd be able to
stand the thought of you not being
around any more.
Twist is watching him carefully, and Danyael shifts.
DANYAEL (cont'd)
Why the sudden interest?
TWIST
(beat)
I just wanted to know.
She falls quiet, and Danyael takes the hint that the
conversation is over. He gets back to setting up the TV, a
little unsettled by her question, and we cut to:
19 INT. EMPTY STORE ROOM - NIGHT 19
A darkened store room, lined with tall shelves and filled to
the brim with boxes and packages of all shapes and sizes.
Streetlamp light filters in through the dirty windows.
A side door opens and two of Parker's security team step in,
torches strapped to their gun barrels sweeping across the
deserted store room.
They're followed by Julie and three lab assistants, each
member of the team sporting an earpiece radio mic. One
assistant is a nerdy male, the other a sharply-featured
blonde girl.
JULIE
So are there a lot of places like
this?
ASSISTANT #1
All over. This area's full of magic
users, and most of them pay to keep
their supplies in bulk, in
warehouses and storage facilities
like this one.
JULIE
Which we're now breaking into.
ASSISTANT #1
(beat)
Yes.
SECURITY #1
Hurry it up, people. We've got four
minutes before the next night
patrol swings by.
Julie and the assistants descend on the shelves, using their
flashlights to read off labels and helping themselves to the
supplies on offer. They pack their takings into knapsacks,
ticking items off on a checklist.
The second security guard listens at the door, gesturing
urgently to get the room's attention.
SECURITY #2
Someone's coming.
SECURITY #1
Alright, everybody stand back and
wait for the all clear.
The two guards get to the door, wait a beat then push it
open, slipping silently out into the corridor beyond, their
guns at the ready.
Julie waits in the silence that follows, the two assistants
suddenly looking quite tense.
JULIE
Hey, don't worry. I'm sure it's
nothing to-
GUNFIRE! Several bursts of gunshots ring out, making Julie
and the two assistants flinch - and then there are two
SCREAMS.
ASSISTANT #2
(panicking)
Oh, God...
Julie quickly draws her large handgun from her bag, to a
shocked look from the nerdy assistant, and she heads for the
door, listening at it.
ASSISTANT #1
What's-
JULIE
Ssh!
She listens again - and hears approaching FOOTSTEPS. She
hurries away from the door, loading her gun.
JULIE (cont'd)
Alright, both of you get back and
be ready to run. We don't know
what's out there, but it could be-
BANG! The store room's doors are kicked open - and two beefy
VAMPIRES step through into the room, grinning eagerly. Both
are spattered with blood - and it's not their own.
VAMP #1
Ah... there you are!
VAMP #2
Smelt you guys a mile off.
VAMP #1
You know, someone should explain to
you people that hiding is a highly
overrated activity.
Julie trains her gun on the vampires as they advance on her
group, cracking their knuckles and licking their lips, and as
the two assistants shiver behind her, terrified, we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
20 INT. EMPTY STORE ROOM - NIGHT 20
Julie backs up, keeping herself and her gun between the two
petrified assistants and the vampires.
They continue to advance, fanning out and forcing her to
flick her gun between them both.
JULIE
Stay behind me!
The first vampire grins as he PUSHES one of the nearest racks
of shelves over, spilling boxes of ingredients across the
floor.
VAMP #1
Yeah, stay behind her! That way you
can watch while we kill her first!
VAMP #2
And remember, it's all about the
anticipation.
Julie quickly glances to her side - there's a fire exit door
within reach. Vamp #2 catches her looking and moves to
intercept.
VAMP #2 (cont'd)
Ah, ah. We can't have you guys
skipping out on us now!
VAMP #1
The night's still young, after all!
Julie hesitates, quickly forming a plan...
JULIE
Go!!
She SHOVES the two assistants towards the fire door, then
OPENS FIRE on Vamp #2.
He dives back out of the way as a hail of Julie's explosive
tipped bullets rake across the shelves.
Vamp #1 leaps across with lightning speed, tackling the nerdy
assistant to the ground.
ASSISTANT #1
(desperate)
N-no!! Help me!
Vamp #1 grins - and sinks his fangs into the assistant's
neck. His colleague watches on in horror - before Julie
barges into her.
JULIE
Run!!
Julie KICKS open the fire door and pushes the female
assistant outside, turning just as Vamp #2 DIVES towards her.
She gets off a few shots, one of them scything through his
shoulder, and with a YELL of pain he drops to the floor.
21 INT. STORAGE FACILITY - CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS 21
Julie SLAMS the door shut after her, before she and the
assistant race down a long, dark corridor as fast as they
can.
Vamp #1, his lips red with the unfortunate male assistant's
blood, BARGES the door open, and the vampire duo give chase
to the girls as they run on.
Julie looks over her shoulder and sees the vampires gaining
on them, and as she looks frantically for an exit, we cut to:
22 EXT. DOORWAY - NIGHT 22
Chris waits by a small wooden door set into a brick wall -
seemingly by itself. He RAPS his knuckles against the door,
waiting as someone shuffles around on the other side.
VOICE (O.S.)
(through door)
Just a second!
The owner of the voice trips on something and there is a
muffled CRASH, followed by a string of curses.
These continue as the door opens to reveal VASSER, a short,
scruffy man with thick glasses, scrappy grey hair and several
day's worth of stubble. He blinks blearily up at Chris.
VASSER
Yeah?
CHRIS
Are you Vasser?
VASSER
No, I'm King Charles the Fifth. Who
are you?
CHRIS
Chris Berkeley. Your network's
holding a few packages for me.
Vasser looks Chris up and down, then shuts the door again.
Chris waits a few beats, then Vasser opens the door, this
time with a clipboard in his hand, reading off it.
VASSER
Berkeley... Berkeley... aha! Here
we are. Yeah, come on in.
Vasser steps back and opens the door fully, allowing Chris to
step past him and into:
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