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TEASER
FADE IN:
1 EXT. VALLEY - NIGHT 1
Looking down across a dark, quiet valley town, with the
glittering lights of the small town standing out against the
gloom all around.
But are those SCREAMS we can hear?
2 EXT. TOWN LIMITS - NEXT 2
Closer to the town, and those aren't the streetlights - those
are FLAMES. The town is quite remote but large enough to
manage a small airfield, a train station and a cluster of
large buildings - but the whole city is in flames!
The WAILS of emergency service sirens filter up towards us as
we push in closer, the flashing red and blue lights of fire
trucks, ambulances and police cars tearing around the
streets.
3 EXT. TOWN CENTRE - NEXT 3
In the middle of the large town square, it's like we've been
thrown straight into a disaster movie - a tall memorial
monument rises before us, but all around that, every building
large or small is ablaze, with crowds of panicking citizens
racing across the streets.
Fire crews battle valiantly against the flames, but their
jets of water aren't having any effect on the flames licking
up at the night sky and devouring everything in their path.
And then, with a tremendous ROAR and a CRASH, a colossal
SKORPIONE stumbles into frame, its huge, insectoid carapace
slamming awkwardly into the monument and reducing it to
rubble.
Its long, jet black tail sweeps round, SPEARING into a fire
truck - and lifting it up into the air!
Terrified citizens scatter, running for their lives as the
hulking monster casually TOSSES the fire truck away, letting
out another HOWL as the truck slams into another burning
building - and EXPLODES!
Staying with the townsfolk as they run from the creature,
they all suddenly skid to a halt, backing up and forming a
solid mass of bodies, scared out of their wits...
... and facing a grinning VIVIAN, who stands at the head of
an equally huge pack of snarling VAMPIRES.
VIVIAN
(to vampires)
Alright, everyone... lunch time!
You catch it, you eat it!
The vampires CHARGE to populace, and although the panicking
citizens try to run for cover, the vampires are on them in
seconds, fangs sinking into necks to a chorus of agonised
CRIES for help.
4 EXT. ROOFTOP - NEXT 4
On top of a wide, flat roof overlooking the city, a tall
figure wrapped in a long, scarlet coat watches the chaos
below, SMOKE puffing from a cigar between his lips.
The monstrous ROARS of the Skorpione can be heard as
something else EXPLODES, and the streets leading into the
residential areas are quickly swarmed by vampires, running
towards the modest homes and CHEERING with glee.
A second figure joins the first on the rooftop, but the tall
man doesn't turn round.
VIVIAN (O.S.)
What are you doing waiting all the
way up here? You're missing a hell
of a night down there!
The man turns - and it's MANON. He grins as Vivian comes to
stand beside him, the duo looking out across the chaos of the
town below.
Vivian is spattered with several other people's blood, and
looks out of breath - but she can't take that smile off her
face. She's having a great time.
MANON
I prefer not to get my 'ands dirty
unless it becomes unavoidable.
VIVIAN
Oh, right. I'll be sure to remember
that next time you want somebody
killed.
She grins at him, and Manon chuckles, taking another drag off
his cigar before passing it to her.
VIVIAN (cont'd)
So why this place? I mean, there's
plenty of bigger towns we could've
hit on the way back to Boston,
right?
MANON
Small steps. Your army needs to
feed, and my creatures need to let
off a little steam so that they
will sleep through the next
transportation phase.
VIVIAN
You always this organised with your
plans for world domination?
MANON
It is my first time. I am still
learning.
Vivian passes the cigar back, stretches her arms lazily and
exhales.
VIVIAN
Well, I gotta get back to the mouth
of madness down there. People to
kill, stuff to blow up - you know
how it is.
MANON
I do. Tell your vampires we will
leave 'ere within the 'our, so make
sure nobody is left alive by then.
VIVIAN
Somehow, I'm not seeing that being
a problem. Later.
She spins on her heel and marches away, eager to get back to
the slaughter below, and as Manon takes another slow drag on
his cigar, closing his eyes and letting the sounds of
destruction below wash over him, we DISSOLVE TO:
5 EXT. ROOFTOP - NEXT MORNING 5
The town below is in ruins. No building is left standing or
untouched by fire, and bodies litter the streets.
Another tall figure, this one wrapped in a dark duster coat,
strides into frame, looking out across the wastes below.
DIEGO (O.S.)
There is nobody left, senor
Sanctus.
The man turns - this is SANCTUS, and his heavy expression
tells the whole story as DIEGO walks into frame to join him.
DIEGO (cont'd)
Whoever was not killed in the fire
became food for the vampires.
SANCTUS
And it looks like Manon has managed
to summon another of those
skorpione creatures.
DIEGO
Si. Either that or a mobile
wrecking ball with claws.
Sanctus inhales deeply, scanning the desolation with a
troubled brow.
SANCTUS
How does he keep staying one step
ahead of us?
DIEGO
If I knew that, I would make sure
it didn't happen again.
Sanctus stares out for another beat, then turns and walks
away from the roof.
SANCTUS
Let's keep moving. I'm not going to
let him do this to another town.
As Sanctus marches purposefully towards us, away from the
edge, we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
6 INT. PARKER'S LAB - GUEST ROOM - MORNING 6
An alarm clock BEEPS insistently until a hand reaches into
frame, trying to knock it off but only succeeding in SWATTING
the clock from the bedside table.
With a GROAN, the bed-haired form of DANYAEL emerges from
under the covers, blinking blearily and rubbing his eyes.
DANYAEL
Whatever happened to being
nocturnal? I was good at that...
Danyael takes a moment to come round, then throws back the
covers, forcing a cut to:
7 INT. LAB - CORRIDOR - NEXT 7
Dressed and washed, ut not necessarily any more awake,
Danyael strolls down the plain white corridor, nodding a
greeting to two white lab-coated technicians he passes.
He comes to a pair of glass doors leading into another
section of the lab, and pushes them open to step into:
8 INT. LAB - OCCULT RESEARCH DEPT. - NEXT 8
Danyael makes a few more greetings as he approaches JULIE,
who is standing before an archive terminal and scrolling
through many slides of old newspaper pages.
DANYAEL
Morning.
She turns, blinks, then looks at her watch.
JULIE
Crap.
DANYAEL
Up all night again?
JULIE
Looks that way.
DANYAEL
So you've picked up plenty of bad
habits from hanging round us lot,
huh?
Julie manages a grin, then heads back over to another lab
table, this one covered with glass boxes, each one holding a
small stone tablet.
DANYAEL (cont'd)
Any word from Chris yet?
JULIE
Nothing. You know I'm trying not to
worry, but...
DANYAEL
Yeah, I know. I haven't seen Twist
all night either, so I'm in the
same kind of holding pattern.
Julie SIGHS, rubbing her eyes.
JULIE
Why do we let them do this to us?
DANYAEL
Because nobody else is patient
enough to worry about them the way
we do. Secretly, they couldn't live
without it.
Julie nods, YAWNING and blinking blearily.
JULIE
I never worked out why your body
only feels tired when it knows it
hasn't slept. Why is that?
DANYAEL
Asking the wrong guy. I'm a vampire
who's trained himself to sleep at
night, so I feel tired, like, all
the time.
JULIE
You and me both, Danny, you and me
both.
DANYAEL
Is it worth checking on Parker and
seeing if he's heard anything?
JULIE
I tried that, but all I got was his
PA telling me he was down in one of
the research labs and wasn't to be
disturbed.
Danyael frowns, glancing round the lab and then leaning in
closer to Julie.
DANYAEL
Can we do anything to check up on
Chris without Parker knowing?
JULIE
I could try looking on the
intranet, see if anything's been
logged.
DANYAEL
Okay, do that. I'm gonna go look
for Twist again.
JULIE
I'm sure she's fine. Chances are
she's just found a snack machine
and a pocket full of quarters, and
isn't moving until she's tried
everything in there!
Danyael manages half a grin, but his anxious expression is
well justified as we cut to:
9 INT. SPECIAL PROJECTS DEPT. - NEXT 9
TWIST is strapped face down onto a long table, with a huge
piece of sinister-looking lab equipment positioned over her.
She thrashes and struggles, but she's restrained at the
wrists and ankles, her head leaning out over the edge of the
table.
Observing her are DR. PARKER and PROFESSOR LEESE, along with
several other technicians and lab assistants.
TWIST
Get me out of here! You hear me?
PARKER
It's hard not to hear you, lass,
you haven't stopped screaming the
place down since we brought you in
here!
TWIST
Yeah, well, kidnapping and
torture'll do that to a girl!
She struggles again, but she's secured too tightly. Parker
allows himself a chuckle at her expense.
TWIST (cont'd)
Oh, that's right. Laugh it up,
fuzzball! The second I get out of
here, I'm gonna turn your balls
into a-
PARKER
(to assistant)
Start her up.
TWIST
Start what up? Hey!
A technician taps at the control panel of the bulky, crane
like device over Twist, and with a series of WHIRRS and
CLICKS it lights up and starts to come to life.
Twist tries to turn her head to get a better look, but
luckily for her she can't see a slender robotic arm extend
from the nose of the device - and a rotating DRILL BIT slide
out from the top of that!
TWIST (cont'd)
What the hell is that?!?
LEESE
Our latest experimentation device.
We used it quite successfully on
Miss Duncan several times.
Twist pales - remembering the scars Lizzie showed her when
they were last together. She grits her teeth as the drill bit
is lowered closer to the back of her neck.
TWIST
Alright, you monkey-screwing
science class reject bunch of
baumgartners, listen up! If you
don't let me out of this thing
right now, they're gonna have to
invent new words for the size of
the pieces I'm gonna tear you into,
so you'd better-
PARKER
Oh, spare me the tough talk, Twist.
It's not becoming in a woman of
your body weight.
Twist seethes, still fighting to get free as the drill bit
pauses, inches above her neck.
Parker crouches down next to her, a malevolent glint in his
eyes as he grins at her.
PARKER (cont'd)
There's a lot of secrets wrapped up
in that pretty little peroxide
stained head of yours, lass, and I
intend to find out what they are.
TWIST
Why don't you let me up so I can
show you exactly what I'm thinking
of right now?
PARKER
I'd rather let your imagination
stay strapped down, if it's all the
same with you.
Parker stands, nodding to the technician who begins making
final adjustments on the lab machine.
PARKER (cont'd)
Lots of people tell me you're a
very important person, Twist. I
want to know why.
TWIST
It's the curse of being so
gorgeous. And it gives me an excuse
to stick my fist up your-
PARKER
(to technician)
Let's begin now, shall we? Before
her language earns us all an 'X'
rating!
The technician nods, and as he hits final button, the drill
bit starts to push down towards Twist's head again, aiming
directly for the base of her skull.
TWIST
What are you doing? No! Stop! Wait!
Wait!!
The drill bit starts to CUT into her, and as Twist SCREAMS we
cut back to:
10 INT. LAB - CORRIDOR - NEXT 10
Danyael heads down another part of the lab complex, frowning.
DANYAEL
Damn it, Twist... where are you?
He comes to a perfectly smooth door in the wall - no handle,
no window and no identification. He runs his hands over the
panel, but if there's a way through he's not going to find
it. He steps back, rubbing his chin.
Two security guards walk past, and he does his best to look
casual, waiting until they're gone before pressing his ear to
the door panel.
He rolls his eyes and steps back - with his hearing, that
wasn't the best idea.
He studies the door for another few moments and then starts
to head back down the corridor.
LIZZIE (O.S.)
(whispers)
Psst! Danyael!
He turns - LIZZIE is waving to him, having opened a fire door
just enough for him to see her.
DANYAEL
Lizzie?
LIZZIE
Come here, quick!
DANYAEL
What for?
LIZZIE
I know where Twist is, but we have
to hurry!
DANYAEL
(narrows eyes)
How do I know I can trust you?
Lizzie HUFFS, then lifts her palm up towards Danyael - and to
his alarm, he's DRAGGED towards her by an invisible force!
When he's close enough, she grabs him and pulls him out of
sight with a YELP, shutting the fire door just before another
set of security guards turn into the corridor.
11 INT. LAB - STAIRWELL - NEXT 11
A startled Danyael can only stare in amazement as Lizzie
quickly jogs down the staircase to a lower level. She pauses,
turning to see he isn't following her.
LIZZIE
What are you waiting for? Come on!
DANYAEL
But- how did you-
LIZZIE
I got tired of waiting for you to
make your mind up. Now do you want
to help me save Twist or not?
That gets his attention. He hurries over to her, catching her
up as she continues to patter down the stairs.
DANYAEL
(urgent)
'Save' her? From what? Is she in
trouble?
LIZZIE
She's already in a lot of trouble,
but if we don't get to her fast
it's going to get a whole lot
worse.
DANYAEL
Why? Lizzie? Hey!
He GRABS her arm to stop her, but as she flicks her head
round, Danyael finds himself SHOVED off his feet by invisible
hands once again. Lizzie quickly steps over to help him up.
LIZZIE
Don't grab me like that!
DANYAEL
What the hell-
LIZZIE
Defence mechanism. Can't really
turn it off.
She turns away, but he grabs her arm again - lighter this
time - and she turns back to him.
DANYAEL
(firm)
What's happened to Twist?
LIZZIE
Parker's got her down in the
Special Projects lab.
DANYAEL
Is that bad?
LIZZIE
(impatient)
Yes, it's bad, it's really god damn
bad! So come on!
This time, she grabs his arm and hurries back down the
stairs, dragging him after her as we cut to:
12 INT. LAB - BASEMENT CORRIDOR - NEXT 12
The staircase leads out into a long, curved underground
tunnel, with neon strip lighting and various heating and
electrical pipes criss-crossing the ceiling.
Lizzie hurries down the corridor, her eyes flicking from side
to side as she checks the numbers framed above the doorways
they pass on the way.
DANYAEL
What's the 'Special Projects' lab?
What are they doing to Twist?
LIZZIE
Trust me, you're better off not
knowing.
DANYAEL
Lizzie!
With an annoyed HUFF, she stops and turns to face him.
LIZZIE
Alright, here's how it is. Dr.
Parker? Bad guy. Very bad guy.
Twist? Girl with psychic powers.
DANYAEL
She... what?
LIZZIE
Parker wants to cut her open to see
how she works, and the sooner you
stop asking me questions, the
quicker I can find her so that
doesn't happen!
She starts off again, with a now very confused Danyael having
to jog to catch her back up.
DANYAEL
Twist... Twist has... what?
LIZZIE
I'd rather let her explain it when
we find her.
DANYAEL
But-
She pauses, raising her hand to shut him up - someone's
coming. She glances towards a locked door to their left.
LIZZIE
In here.
DANYAEL
But it's...
Lizzie focuses her gaze on the lock - and it POPS open with a
loud CLICK.
DANYAEL (cont'd)
... locked.
Lizzie pushes the door open and shoves Danyael inside,
closing it just as a squad of six heavily-armed TROOPS walk
past - a marked step up in security from the patrols in the
Lab upstairs.
After they're gone, the door opens a little, and once she's
sure it's clear again Lizzie steps back out, with a shocked
Danyael following her, his gaze locked on the contents of the
room he's leaving.
DANYAEL (cont'd)
What... what was...
LIZZIE
Don't ask. The less you know, the
better.
They move on, Lizzie finally coming to a stop outside a room
labelled only with the number '2579.'
LIZZIE (cont'd)
This is it. Get ready.
DANYAEL
For what?
Lizzie turns to the door, raises her hand - and with a loud
CRUNCH, the door is blasted straight off its hinges!
DANYAEL (cont'd)
(stunned)
Woah...
LIZZIE
Go!
She grabs him and pulls him through, into:
13 INT. LAB - ROOM 2579 - NEXT 13
The duo burst into one of the Special Projects rooms - but
all that's waiting for them is a tall, muscular black man in
a grey uniform, flanked by six more troops sporting
submachine-guns.
The troops train their guns on the duo in unison, and the
black man allows himself a smug grin.
BLACK MAN
Sorry, Miss Duncan. We've moved
things around a little since you
were last here.
LIZZIE
(curses)
Crap.
BLACK MAN
(to troops)
Kill them.
To the backing of SpineShank's 'Asthamtic,' The troops OPEN
FIRE, but Lizzie and Danyael are already moving - the room is
filled with monitors, lab equipment and operating tables,
providing plenty of cover as the duo duck behind a large
console to avoid the hail of gunfire.
Danyael looks round for something to use as a weapon,
shielding his face as monitors SHATTER above him, showering
him with glass.
DANYAEL
Now what?
LIZZIE
They must have known I was gonna
come down here for her!
DANYAEL
You think?!?
LIZZIE
Distract them!
DANYAEL
With what? My face?
LIZZIE
Just think of something!
Danyael frantically reaches up, grabbing one of the bullet
ridden monitors and HURLING it back towards the troops.
The gunfire lets up for half a moment, but that's all the
time Lizzie needs as she streaks out from behind the console.
The troops track her with more bullets, but she's fast enough
to run around the room and get behind more cover, bursting
out and POUNCING at the closest trooper.
There's a BLAZE of white energy and the soldier is thrown off
his feet, crashing into his colleague and knocking them both
down.
BLACK MAN
What are you idiots doing? Shoot
her!
Lizzie darts over to the next trooper, and in a blur of
movement she grabs his gun, shoving the barrel down to point
at his feet - just as he FIRES.
The man's boot EXPLODES as he blasts it, and his CRY of pain
is cut off as Lizzie SLAMS her forearm into his throat.
She SHOVES him back as two more troopers rush her, and with
balletic accuracy she ducks one clumsy blow, pirouetting and
spinning her boot into one man's face with a loud CRACK.
She DUCKS impossibly quickly under another burst of GUNFIRE,
racing over to the shooter and landing several PUNCHES in
rapid succession, wrenching his gun out of his hands and
SLAMMING the butt into his nose.
He drops, and she just turns in time to THROW the gun into
the face of the last trooper, zapping over to him and
flooring him with a ROUNDHOUSE KICK to his chest.
She reaches for his hip and draws his handgun out of his
holster as he falls, spinning round on the spot...
... and coming face to face with the burly black man, his own
gun drawn and pointed right at her. Lizzie's liberated gun is
aimed right at his neck, and his points at hers.
BLACK MAN (cont'd)
Impressive stuff, Lizzie. Looks
like you haven't spent the last few
weeks just hiding from us!
LIZZIE
I'm a fast learner.
A beat as they psyche each other out.
BLACK MAN
So it looks like we have something
of a standoff.
LIZZIE
Naah, we don't.
He frowns - and then with a SMASH, Danyael slams a chunk of
ruined lab equipment across the back of his head!
The man groans and drops to his knees, and Lizzie quickly
pulls his gun from his hand, grabbing him by the collar of
his uniform.
LIZZIE (cont'd)
Where is she?
BLACK MAN
I'm not about to-
CRACK! She PUNCHES him smack on the bridge of his nose,
breaking it in a spray of blood.
LIZZIE
Where. Is. She?
BLACK MAN
What are you going to do, Lizzie?
Kill me?
A beat - then Lizzie steps back, pushes her gun into the
man's forehead - and FIRES.
A shocked Danyael watches his body slump to the floor, then
he looks to Lizzie as she casually tosses her gun away.
LIZZIE
Since you asked me so nicely...
DANYAEL
Are you out of your mind?
LIZZIE
Wake up, Danyael! They tried to
kill us first!
DANYAEL
I don't care! You don't shoot an
unarmed man in the face, Lizzie!
That's just-
There's a soft FWIPP - and a small DART hits Lizzie in the
neck! Her eyes roll back into her head and she CRASHES to the
floor, and before Danyael can react:
PARKER (O.S.)
Rude?
He spins round - PARKER is in the doorway, lowering a small
tranquiliser gun, and he's flanked by plenty more security
guards and troopers. Danyael knows he's got nowhere to go,
grimly raising his hands.
DANYAEL
What have you done to Twist?
PARKER
Oh, I'm only just getting started
with her, lad. But you'll make a
nice distraction.
He motions to the troopers, and as they march over to grab
Danyael, handcuffing his arms behind his back, he throws one
last defiant look at Parker before we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT ONE
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