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TEASER
FADE IN:
1 INT. BLACK VAN - NIGHT 1
CHRIS is at the wheel, his eyes frantically scanning the
rainswept streets as JULIE does the same from the passenger
seat.
DANYAEL is in the rear of the van, talking rapidly into his
phone and scribbling notes on a small pad.
DANYAEL
(into phone)
No, no, that's fine.
(listens)
Yeah, you've got my number, right?
Cool. Alright, speak soon.
He hangs up, shuffling closer to the front two seats.
DANYAEL (cont'd)
That's every rebel contact I've got
in the area, all of them either
haven't seen her or are out
looking.
CHRIS
We need more eyes out there.
DANYAEL
Hey, I've pulled in every name I've
got, alright?
CHRIS
It's not enough. She could be
anywhere, and we-
DANYAEL
(snaps)
Don't you think I know that?
JULIE
Boys!
Her stern tone gets their attention.
JULIE (cont'd)
Are we going to fight about this,
or keep looking?
CHRIS
That isn't really helping, Julie.
JULIE
Neither is snapping our heads off
every time we try to say something!
Look, we're getting nowhere just
driving around like this, even with
all of Danyael's friends out there
on the streets too.
CHRIS
So what do you suggest?
JULIE
(frustrated)
I don't know! I'm trying to think
of something, but all I do know is
that we have no leads, no direction
and no clue at the moment, and
unless we figure out what to try,
that isn't about to change!
Chris stares back at her, then abruptly pulls the van over to
the side of the road.
Chris unfastens his seatbelt and reaches under his seat for
his katana, as a puzzled Julie and Danyael look on.
DANYAEL
What are you doing?
CHRIS
Trying something else.
He opens the door and ducks out into the rain. Julie and
Danyael swap a confused look - then hear Chris clamber up
onto the roof of the van!
2 EXT. STREET/VAN - CONTINUOUS 2
Jumping out of the van themselves, the duo look up to see
Chris standing on top of the van's roof, his katana in his
hand and his eyes closed.
The heavy rain is washing over him but he doesn't seem to
notice, tilting his head back.
JULIE
Chris? What the hell are you doing?
He doesn't answer, but as Julie opens her mouth to speak
again, Chris suddenly raises his katana to point it towards
the night sky...
... and with a bright FLASH of yellow light, three small
BALLS of energy burst from the tip of the sword!
Julie and Danyael watch as they streak upwards into the sky
at terrific speed, before they split formation and zip off,
each heading out in a different direction.
Chris hops back down off the roof and heads back for the
van's driver's side door.
DANYAEL
What did you do?
CHRIS
I sent out a few beacons. It's
something I tried once before when
Twist and I were separated in a
Brazilian jungle - once one of them
located her, she knew to follow it
all the way back to me.
JULIE
You think it'll work now?
Chris doesn't answer as he climbs back into the van.
3 INT. BLACK VAN - NEXT 3
Chris starts the van up as Julie and Danyael take their
seats, but he's only just pulled back onto the busy road when
Danyael's phone RINGS.
DANYAEL
Hello?
(long beat)
Twist?
Chris SLAMS the brakes on, almost pitching Julie out of her
seat, and he turns and SNATCHES the phone from Danyael.
CHRIS
(into phone)
Twist? Where are you?
TWIST
(filtered; through phone)
Chris... help me...
CHRIS
We're coming, Twist. We've got
people looking for you, just tell
me whatever you can about where you
are.
TWIST
(quiet)
I don't know, I... I'm scared...
CHRIS
Don't be. I've sent out some
beacons, so keep an eye out for
them. Just like the last time,
remember?
TWIST
Chris... I... I've got to tell you
something...
CHRIS
Anything, just first tell me what
you see around you, so I can-
TWIST
(snaps)
This is important!
CHRIS
(beat)
Go on.
TWIST
Well, it's like this... I...
There's the sound of a quick scuffle as someone else takes
over the call on Twist's side.
VIVIAN
(filtered; through phone)
I can't listen to her beat around
the bush like this any longer.
Chris... she doesn't want to go out
with you any more.
CHRIS
(shocked)
Vivian?
Julie and Danyael react in horror as Vivian continues.
VIVIAN
Yes, that's right. Me. Twist and I
have got a long list of things we
need to do, so we're gonna have to
get on our way. She just wanted to
check in and let you know she won't
be home after curfew tonight.
Vivian SNICKERS, and Chris' expression turns to one of barely
controlled fury.
CHRIS
If you've hurt one single-
TWIST
(interrupts)
Relax, boss man! I'm fine. In fact,
I feel better than I have for
years. It's amazing what a near
death experience will do for a
girl's moral compass.
VIVIAN
Yeah, so... it's real sweet of all
the effort you're going to looking
for her, but my advice is don't
bother.
TWIST
Yeah. Thanks for everything, Chris,
but, you know... you always knew I
was going to fly the nest some day.
There's a round of cackling LAUGHTER from the two girls,
before the line goes dead.
An ashen Chris slowly lowers the phone, with Julie and
Danyael on tenterhooks as they wait for an explanation.
JULIE
What's going on?
Chris closes his eyes and lowers his head.
JULIE (cont'd)
Chris?
He doesn't answer for a long beat - then he SNAPS his head
back up, his eyes suddenly full of fire and determination. He
RAMS the van into gear and it lurches away, a chorus of angry
honks coming from the traffic around them.
DANYAEL
Chris, dude! Why is Vivian calling
us? What's happened to Twist?
JULIE
Chris, answer us!
Chris doesn't even look at them, his knuckles turning white
as he grips the steering wheel even tighter, and as his foot
floors the gas pedal, we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
4 EXT. SERVICE STATION - NIGHT 4
The waterlogged forecourt of an off-freeway service station.
There's a few cars waiting at the gas pumps but nobody is
about.
5 INT. SERVICE STATION - KIOSK - NEXT 5
The kiosk itself is similarly deserted - all the lights are
on but nobody is home. There's no attendant behind the
counter, no customers and the only sound comes from a tinny
radio sitting behind the desk, playing some scratchy country
record.
The radio plays on for a few beats - until a blood-stained
HAND reaches into frame, turning the frequency dial until the
country is replaced by 'Psychobitches Outta Hell' by the
Horrorpops.
VIVIAN (O.S.)
That's better.
A tall woman steps into frame - VIVIAN TAYLOR. She's
spattered with blood but seems indifferent to it, as she
selects a fresh packet of cigarettes from the shelves behind
the counter, picking up a lighter on the way.
She lights the cigarette and turns to address someone off
screen, blowing smoke into the air.
VIVIAN (cont'd)
You sure you don't want one?
TWIST (O.S.)
Actually, yeah. Hit me.
TWIST steps over, also spattered with other people's blood,
and Vivian lights a second cigarette and passes it to her.
VIVIAN
You hungry yet?
TWIST
Sure. I'm thinking of starting on
that pick 'n' mix counter over
there.
VIVIAN
There's still a few live ones out
back if you-
TWIST
(quickly)
No.
VIVIAN
(rolls eyes)
Come on, girl! Live a little!
(beat)
Figuratively speaking. It's not
like you didn't help me take care
of the clients in here...
Vivian waves her hand across the kiosk - and several BODIES
come into view. The attendant, his neck a mess of ugly red
wounds, is slumped against the wall next to a selection of
male and female motorists.
VIVIAN (cont'd)
... so I think you've earned
yourself a little bonus.
TWIST
Hey, roughing people up? No
problem. That I can do. And while
I'm still getting my sea legs I'm
gonna sit back and let you do the
killing for now But... it's just...
VIVIAN
I get it. Been too long since you
drank the real thing, hasn't it?
TWIST
It feels like it, yeah.
VIVIAN
This isn't an 'AA' meeting, Twist.
Nobody's going to report you if you
have a little taste.
Twist's eyes are drawn to the fresh blood glistening on the
neck of the attendant.
For a moment, she stares hungrily at it... but she tears her
eyes away, snapping them shut.
TWIST
Can't I just ease myself back into
this?
VIVIAN
(sighs)
Sure, fine. Whatever.
Vivian slides over the counter and marches over to the fallen
attendant.
VIVIAN (cont'd)
But I'm not letting a good meal go
to waste.
She drags the heavy body to its feet, and with a last smirk
at Twist sinks her FANGS into the attendant's neck.
Twist watches as Vivian gulps greedily from her victim,
obviously struggling to stop herself from joining in - but
the sound of Vivian drinking seems to be getting louder, more
deafening, until we cut to:
6 INT. MERCEDES - NEXT 6
Vivian and Twist climb into an M-class Mercedes, Twist
admiring the expensively-upholstered interior.
TWIST
Nice.
VIVIAN
Makes a change from slumming it in
that crusty old van, doesn't it?
TWIST
(grins)
Sure does. You get the keys?
Vivian dangles them from her finger with a smile.
VIVIAN
There was this sweet old guy in
there who just begged me to take
them.
TWIST
Oh, I remember him. He was the one
you gutted with the garden shears,
right?
VIVIAN
And who would have thought the old
man had so much blood in him?
They share a laugh. Vivian starts the car and Twist finds the
same song on the radio as they were just listening to.
VIVIAN (cont'd)
You ready?
TWIST
I'm ready. And...
VIVIAN
And what?
TWIST
Thanks. You know. For all your
help.
VIVIAN
What else was I going to do? I
couldn't just leave you out in the
street, frightened and alone now,
could I?
TWIST
I know, it's just... look, the last
year and a half may still feel like
a horrible nightmare, but I want
you to know I really do appreciate
you taking me in like this.
VIVIAN
(grins)
What are friends for? Now crank
that radio up. We've got a long
drive ahead of us.
Twist obliges, as we cut to:
7 EXT. SERVICE STATION - NEXT 7
With a SCREECH of tire rubber, Vivian doughnuts the Mercedes
once round the forecourt before SCREAMING back towards the
freeway exit.
The Mercedes bounces down the off ramp and rejoins the flow
of traffic at high speed, as we cut to:
8 INT. STREET/OLD BUILDING - NIGHT 8
The van is parked by a row of ramshackle buildings, with
Chris pacing next to it as Julie looks on. Danyael is talking
to RIFF, a scruffy-looking local vampire.
Danyael has a map in his hands, and Riff is pointing to areas
of it as they speak.
RIFF
So my boys and girls have covered,
like, a ten mile radius from here.
So far, zip.
DANYAEL
Is there anywhere you might have
missed? I'm thinking of hiding
places, you know, somewhere that
someone who wanted to disappear
would likely find their way to.
RIFF
If she's here, we'll find her, man,
I promise, all I'm saying is that
it's looking more and more like
she's not anywhere round here any
more.
CHRIS
That's not good enough.
The two vampires look over - Chris is still pacing, and Julie
looks suitably worn out by his impatience.
JULIE
They're doing what they can, Chris.
CHRIS
I don't think they realise how
important she is to us!
RIFF
Don't worry, man, I do!
CHRIS
Sorry to disagree with you, 'man,'
but I don't think you or your
people are looking hard enough.
RIFF
(getting angry)
Hey, we don't have to do this, you
know! It's a favour for Danyael!
He's helped us out before now so
we're doin' the same for him.
(stabs a finger at Chris)
You, I don't know, so you, I don't
owe a damn thing.
Chris steps menacingly towards Riff, but Julie gets between
them both, holding Chris back.
JULIE
(sharp; to Chris)
Back off!
(to Riff)
We know you're going out of your
way to help, and we do really
appreciate it. We wouldn't have
asked if it wasn't serious.
Riff glowers at Chris, but finally sighs and nods, taking the
map from Danyael and folding it up.
RIFF
I'll call you if we find anything.
DANYAEL
Thanks, man.
They shake hands, and Riff leaves. Once he's turned a corner,
Danyael turns angrily to Chris.
DANYAEL (cont'd)
What the hell was that?!?
CHRIS
We're wasting our time with this,
Danyael! Twist isn't going to be
found by a dozen vampires taking an
evening stroll around the city! She-
Danyael GROWLS and charges at Chris, SLAMMING him against the
side of the van. Chris is too stunned to react.
DANYAEL
(furious)
She's alone, and scared, and in the
company of one of our biggest
enemies right now, and all you can
do is bitch at the people trying to
help us find her!
Chris SHOVES Danyael away from him, the two facing off as
Julie desperately tries to pry them apart.
JULIE
How is this helping?
DANYAEL
Ask your boyfriend!
JULIE
My what?
CHRIS
Danyael, you are a long way out of
line.
DANYAEL
Yeah? Big fricken whoop! The only
woman I've cared about since...
(beat; closes eyes)
Twist's in big trouble. I get that
you're freaking out about this -
and we all are, in case you hadn't
noticed - but getting in everyone's
face is just going to make it
harder to find her again. Now, you
want to act like an asshole, fine.
You can look for her yourself. But
as for me...
He steps back, straightening out his jacket.
DANYAEL (cont'd)
... I'm gonna go find my girl.
He turns and walks away.
JULIE
Danyael, wait! Danyael!
He doesn't turn round, and Julie whips back to face Chris.
JULIE (cont'd)
What is the matter with you?!?
CHRIS
He'll be back.
JULIE
That's not the point! How are we
supposed to be a search party when
there's only two of us?
CHRIS
(irritated)
I'm open to suggestions!
JULIE
Fine, I've got one. We go back to
Parker.
CHRIS
No.
JULIE
What?
CHRIS
I said no!
Chris opens the van's door, but Julie SLAMS it shut again,
her face like thunder.
JULIE
Why?
CHRIS
I don't need to give you a reason
for everything I do!
JULIE
Normally? No. And normally I don't
even want to hear a reason, but
this time, I do. Why the hell don't
you want to get Parker to help?
CHRIS
Because I don't trust him! This
mess is all his fault to start
with!
JULIE
He offered to help, doesn't that
count for anything?
CHRIS
Not in my book.
JULIE
Well, screw your book! Unless you
can find me a better plan in the
next ten seconds, I'm gonna knock
you on your ass, take this van and
drive it right back to his Lab to
get some more people on this.
CHRIS
(darkly)
Don't.
JULIE
Oh, what? You're gonna put me down
if I try anything? Huh?
Julie's too mad to care right now - she gets in Chris' face,
almost daring him to fight her.
JULIE (cont'd)
Come on! You want to lash out at
someone, go ahead! Take it out on
me!
CHRIS
That's not going to happen.
JULIE
Then get in the damn van and start
driving!
They stay staring each other out for a few beats, until:
DANYAEL (O.S.)
Guys!
They break the stare to see Danyael racing back towards them,
his phone pressed to his ear.
DANAYEL
Someone spotted her!
Chris and Julie swap a glance as we cut to:
9 INT. MERCEDES - NIGHT 9
The stolen car speeds down the road, the top down now the
rain has stopped. Twist is sitting up in the passenger seat,
smiling as she lets her long hair trail out in the wind.
VIVIAN
Having fun?
Twist sits back down in her seat, her hair blown out of shape
by the wind. She tugs at it to try and get it back to normal,
but descends into giggles as she only makes it worse.
TWIST
I bet Bridget Jones never has this
trouble...
Vivian uses the Merc's cigarette lighter to get another smoke
going, taking a drag and passing it to Twist.
TWIST (cont'd)
So where are we headed, anyway?
VIVIAN
We've got a job to run in
Indianapolis.
TWIST
Oo, sweet! Is it gonna involve
racing cars?
VIVIAN
No.
TWIST
(deflated)
Oh.
VIVIAN
But it does involve killing a whole
lot of people.
TWIST
(perks up)
Groovy.
VIVIAN
My employer's made a request to me -
they want me to take care of three
mystical beings who live out there.
Apparently, they're putting some
kind of lockdown on the magical
output my client needs, so all we
have to do is eliminate the
problem.
TWIST
Sounds like a whole heap of fun so
far.
VIVIAN
You sure you're up to this?
TWIST
Why wouldn't I be?
VIVIAN
Not wanting to sound too critical,
honey, but you did get a little
squeamish back at that gas station.
The things you've told me you did
back in your day, I'd have thought
cleaning up a few civilians would
be small potatoes for you!
TWIST
It was... I mean, it is.
VIVIAN
So the gas station thing was...
TWIST
A blip. It all started coming back
to me just before you found me, all
the stuff from the good old days...
I'm getting a little anxious to
turn back the clock and start over.
VIVIAN
So in other words...
TWIST
The bitch is back.
Twist grins, hands the cigarette back to Vivian, and as they
speed on we cut to:
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