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FADE IN:
14 EXT. ISLAND - SHORE - DAY 14
Back on the small island that has claimed the life of
everyone who's tried to reach it - everyone except CHRIS, who
crouches just at the edge of the surf, holding a piece of
debris from one of the many shipwrecks littered along the
shore.
He turns the piece of wreckage over in his hands a few times,
then with a resigned sigh tosses it back into the water.
GIRL (O.S.)
You've been doing that for a long
time now.
He turns round - the mysterious GIRL he met on the island is
watching him from the cover of the trees nearby, keeping out
of the sun up in the overcast sky, a shawl round her
shoulders.
CHRIS
That's because there hasn't been
much I've found to use yet. I've
got everything I need except a
decent hull.
GIRL
Would you like me to help?
CHRIS
No, I'm afraid I'm fresh out of
cunning plans right now.
He looks down the shore - the shell of the powerboat he
arrived on has reached the shore close by, and still looks
serviceable - apart from the huge hole punched through the
hull, that is.
CHRIS (cont'd)
If I could find something to seal
up that hole that I thought would
hold out, then I'm sure I could
fashion some kind of makeshift raft
for us, but as it is...
GIRL
Nothing will help.
CHRIS
No.
She lowers her head as Chris gets back to work, searching
through the flotsam for anything he can salvage.
GIRL
Would staying here be so bad?
He turns to her - she isn't looking at him, staring instead
out across the beach.
GIRL (cont'd)
No-one has come in so long, and
now... now I have you.
CHRIS
(cautious)
I'm flattered, but really, we
should be getting off here and back
to civilisation.
GIRL
Why?
CHRIS
I only ever saw one episode of
'Gilligan's Island,' and it looked
like being a long way from any
definition of 'fun' I know of.
He turns back to her - and reacts with surprise as he sees a
TEAR roll down her cheek. He stares at her for a moment, not
sure of what to do, before heading over to her.
CHRIS (cont'd)
Are you... are you alright?
GIRL
(nods)
Fine.
She SNIFFS and wipes the tear away, and Chris closes his eyes
and sighs, knowing he's hurt her feelings.
CHRIS
I didn't mean to imply that I want
to get away from you, I just-
GIRL
No, I know. Take me back to your
home. Away from here. I understand.
CHRIS
It's for the best. After the...
accidents that have happened here,
the next people to find you might
not be as open-minded as I am.
GIRL
Would they hurt me?
CHRIS
Possibly.
She pulls her shawl around her shoulders and SHIVERS.
CHRIS (cont'd)
Which is why I need to get us away
from here.
She nods, and he heads back to the beach, getting back to
investigating the wreckage.
He searches for a few moments before he hears the Girl start
to SING over to his left, and he turns to watch her.
Her eyes closed, she half sings, half hums a wordless melody,
reaching out to lay a hand against the ruined hull of his
powerboat.
However, as she continues to sing, something unexpected
starts to happen - the hull starts to RATTLE, vibrating
quickly and disturbing the sand around it.
Chris blinks in surprise, getting to his feet and looking on
as the girl continues to sing.
The hull continues to shake - and then, with a chorus of
CREAKS and GROANS, the broken chunks of hull start to BEND
back in on themselves - sealing the hole!
Chris is stunned as the girl's song comes to a close, and as
the hull stops shaking, she removes her hand from it and
smiles to herself - the hole in the hull is completely closed
off. She runs a hand across the hull, satisfied.
CHRIS (cont'd)
(stunned)
How did you-
GIRL
It's what I can do. I sing to
things, and they listen to me.
Chris walks over and inspects the hull, rapping his fist
against it - it's solid.
CHRIS
That's incredible...
GIRL
Did it work?
CHRIS
Yes, of course it...
He trails off, looking to the girl with a frown.
CHRIS (cont'd)
Can't you see it?
The girl only smiles, turning and starting to walk away from
him - and as something dawns on Chris, he turns to watch her
leave with a thoughtful expression as we cut back to:
15 INT. LAB - INTERROGATION ROOM - DAY 15
SLAP! Danyael's bruised face reels from a fresh, stinging
blow across his cheek, and as he shakes his head to recover,
he glares back up at his attacker.
He's tied to a chair in the same small room Twist learned of
Parker's true intentions in, with the still-sleeping Lizzie
tied up alongside him.
Striding around the two chairs is a well-built man with ex
military written all over him - this is MELLISH, all close
cropped hair and chiselled jaw.
DANYAEL
Okay, okay, you're obviously new to
all this, so maybe I should explain
a few things to you.
Mellish doesn't answer, continuing to pace in a circle around
the two captives.
DANYAEL (cont'd)
See, you've got the two prisoners
tied up, that's all good. You've
done the preliminary roughing up,
that's good too. Thing is, you're
forgetting something.
Mellish stops before Danyael, arms folded.
MELLISH
And that is?
DANYAEL
(grins)
Vampire strength.
Danyael HEAVES at the ropes tying him down - but all he
manages to do is unbalance his chair, and with a CRASH it
tips over to the floor.
Mellish chuckles as he pulls Danyael's chair upright,
SMACKING Danyael across the back of the head for good
measure.
MELLISH
(mutters)
Chump...
Danyael seethes for a moment before the door to the plain
grey room opens, and Parker steps in, followed by another lab
assistant with a syringe in her hand.
PARKER
Sorry to keep you both. Things to
do, you know how it is.
DANYAEL
Oh, you'd better not be here when I
get out of this cha-
CRACK! Mellish PUNCHES Danyael right across the jaw.
PARKER
(beat; to Mellish)
Thank you.
The lab assistant heads over to Lizzie, inserting the syringe
into her neck and injecting her with the golden substance
inside. She steps back as Lizzie GROANS and starts to stir,
raising her head and blinking against the harsh lighting.
PARKER (cont'd)
Awake at last, Miss Duncan?
LIZZIE
(groggy)
What... what did you...
PARKER
A little insurance policy. You see,
one of the benefits of all that
admittedly painful testing we did
on you was the remarkably effective
antiserum I just had administered
to you. It'll block your
telekinetic abilities for several
hours, so there's no chance of you
getting up and running out on our
wee discussion here.
DANYAEL
Are you gonna tell me what's going
on here? I mean, I think I've
worked out by now that you're the
quarterback for Team Evil, but I'm
still trying to get my head round
the 'why.'
Parker bends over to look the seated Danyael dead in the eye.
PARKER
(cold)
Because creatures like you are
nothing but trash.
He straightens, pacing back and forth before the captives.
PARKER (cont'd)
You're a disease, you vampires.
Nothing more. You infect a human
organism and mutate it into some
kind of base animal, fit to live
only off the life of others. Your
kind have no right being on this
planet, and the sooner I find a way
to wipe you all out, the better.
DANYAEL
So why not just kill me?
PARKER
Because, for whatever reason, the
self-proclaimed vampire
'underground' looks up to you, lad.
Lots of the test subjects I've
taken apart in my labs have
mentioned your name, and now I
finally have the pleasure of your
undivided attention, I'm going to
make sure I find a use for you.
Lizzie's head lolls to one side - she's clearly still knocked
for six from the effects of the tranquiliser.
DANYAEL
What, you think I'm going to work
for you? Forget it!
PARKER
Oh, you're going to work for me, my
boy, and what's more, you're going
to like it.
Parker leans in close again.
PARKER (cont'd)
I can cut your girlfriend up into
so many pieces, the next Ice Age
would roll over the world before
you were able to put her back
together again.
Danyael shoots daggers at Parker, who chuckles.
PARKER (cont'd)
So what's going to happen is this:
you agree to help me locate as many
of these 'rebel' vampires as you
can so that I can exterminate them,
and in return I'll let Twist live.
DANYAEL
No way.
PARKER
(surprised)
You'd sacrifice her for your own
pride?
DANYAEL
No, I just have absolutely no
reason at all to trust you. You're
just gonna have to kill me.
Parker stares back at him, then nods, turning to Mellish.
PARKER
See if you can't persuade him to
reconsider my kind offer.
(to Danyael)
I'll be back in an hour to see if
you've changed your mind.
DANYAEL
Don't waste your time.
Parker heads for the door, but stops as Danyael calls out:
DANYAEL (cont'd)
Hey, Parker?
He turns, and Danyael grins broadly.
DANYAEL (cont'd)
I'm gonna laugh when Twist rips
your throat out, you sick sonofa-
POW! Mellish drives his elbow into Danyael's gut, and with a
final smirk Parker shuts the door and leaves as the beating
starts up again, and we cut to:
16 INT. ISLAND - CAVE - DAY 16
Chris heads back into the cave the girl calls home, finding
her over by the small fire. He takes a seat next to her,
joining her in staring into the flames for a moment.
CHRIS
Have you always been blind?
She nods, keeping her eyes on the fire.
GIRL
For all I can remember.
CHRIS
How far back is that?
GIRL
I do not know.
She pauses, then turns to Chris, reaching a hand out to touch
his own.
GIRL (cont'd)
Can I... ask you something?
CHRIS
What?
GIRL
Don't have a name. Never have. The
men who took me, brought me in
their ship and were lost when we
came here, they... they only ever
called me 'the target.'
CHRIS
What 'men'?
The girl stands quickly and moves away from him, clearly
reliving a distressing memory.
GIRL
Don't want to remember. Hurt me.
Put me in a small place, dark and
smelling of death.
She SHIVERS again as Chris comes to stand behind her.
CHRIS
It's alright. That doesn't sound
like a memory you're too keen on
recalling, so we'll save it for
another time.
(beat)
Are you asking me to give you a
name?
The girl turns to him, managing to smile again.
GIRL
Would you?
CHRIS
Well, I... I don't know, I've
never... I mean...
She presses her hands against his chest, her big blue eyes
staring in his direction.
GIRL
(softly)
Please...
Chris frowns - this isn't exactly the kind of thing he's good
at - but then a thought strikes him.
CHRIS
Alright, how about... 'Siren'?
GIRL
With a 'y'? It would look better.
CHRIS
(beat)
Okay... why not.
The newly christened SYREN beams, the kind of smile that
could melt a man's heart - but Chris takes his chance to take
a step back.
CHRIS (cont'd)
I take it you're happy with that.
SYREN
(nods)
Good name. Different.
CHRIS
After what I saw you do on the
beach, it struck me as quite
appropriate.
SYREN
It is perfect. Thank you.
CHRIS
So... is that what you were talking
about? When you said you just
'sang' and things... happened?
SYREN
Don't know why, don't know how.
Just always been able to do it.
CHRIS
Well, I for one am glad you can,
because I think you just managed to
make us a raft.
SYREN
Then... then we can go? Back to
your home?
CHRIS
Hopefully, yes.
With a short LAUGH of joy, she sweeps past him and dashes out
of the cave, leaving Chris behind - and his look darkens.
CHRIS (cont'd)
(mutters)
What the bloody hell have you
gotten yourself mixed up in this
time, Christopher?
As he starts to follow Syren out, we cut back to:
17 INT. LAB - INTERROGATION ROOM - DAY 17
Danyael HOWLS in pain as Mellish drags a bloody KNIFE back
out of his chest, with more cuts on Danyael's skin showing
this has been going on for some time.
Mellish casually checks his watch as the exhausted Danyael
slumps forward in his chair.
MELLISH
Well, would you look at that. I'm
ahead of schedule - I've still got
thirty-seven whole minutes to keep
this up!
Mellish moves over to the still-groggy Lizzie, grabbing her
hair and lifting her head up.
MELLISH (cont'd)
Reckon I should give you a rest and
start on the lady now?
DANYAEL
No!
Mellish chuckles and drops Lizzie's head.
DANYAEL (cont'd)
No. Leave her. Whatever you're
going to do, do it to me.
MELLISH
You're a brave little piece of vamp
trash, aren't you?
Danyael SPITS out a mouthful of blood before replying.
DANYAEL
People who know me would probably
use the word 'stupid,' but it's
whatever works for you.
Mellish grins - but the grin starts to fade as he grips his
knife tightly again, grabbing Danyael's hair and forcing his
head back.
Mellish presses the knife against Danyael's throat, digging
the blade into his milk white skin.
MELLISH
Always wondered what'd happen if I
cut a vamp's throat... would you
bleed to death or just sit there
and... gurgle?
LIZZIE
(slurred)
You know something?
Mellish glances at Lizzie, who is managing to raise her head
with some effort and look at him.
LIZZIE (cont'd)
I just realised something... pretty
cool, actually.
MELLISH
And what would that be?
Lizzie blinks, trying to keep her focus on Mellish.
LIZZIE
That even when I'm shot full of
tranquiliser... I can still... do
this.
SNAP! Mellish's arm suddenly BREAKS halfway along his
forearm, and with a CRY of pain he drops his knife.
LIZZIE (cont'd)
And this...
Mellish is THROWN against the wall, his limbs splayed out as
though some invisible force is pressing him into the plaster.
LIZZIE (cont'd)
And even this...
Mellish starts to CHOKE, trying to bring a hand round to his
throat but finding the force holding him down is too strong.
DANYAEL
(wary)
Lizzie...
He turns to her, but her face is twisting with anger, her
concentration all on Mellish as the bones in his neck start
to CRACK under the pressure.
DANYAEL (cont'd)
Lizzie! That's enough! Let him
down!
Danyael manages to swing his foot out far enough to KICK her,
breaking her concentration - and Mellish drops to the floor.
Danyael looks over to Mellish - his eyes are bulging and his
chest is still. He's dead. Danyael lowers his head.
DANYAEL (cont'd)
You didn't have to kill him.
LIZZIE
Yeah, I did. Hold on...
Lizzie frowns - and the ropes binding her fall away.
LIZZIE (cont'd)
There!
She suddenly SLUMPS forward, collapsing onto the floor.
DANYAEL
Hey! Lizzie! Lizzie, come on, wake
up! You have to get me out too!
LIZZIE
(scowls; clutches head)
Alright, stop yelling...
Lizzie looks to Danyael - and his bonds drop away too. He
gets up, a little unsteady after the beating he took, but he
manages to scoop Lizzie up, throwing her over his shoulder
and heading for the door.
It's locked, but a quick search of Mellish's body turns up
the keys, and Danyael opens the door to stare out into the
corridor beyond.
LIZZIE (cont'd)
Now what?
DANYAEL
Now, we find Twist and Julie and we
get the hell out of this place,
before anything else goes wrong.
LIZZIE
(nods)
Good plan...
Danyael takes a breath, then hustles out of the door, and as
he SLAMS it after him, we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
18 EXT. ISLAND - SHORE - DAY 18
Chris stands on what has now become a makeshift raft - the
hull from his boat has a short mast fixed to its centre,
salvaged from the remains on the beach, and a tattered sail
hangs from that. It's taken him a few hours, but it's as good
as finished now.
Chris tosses two pairs of oars into the raft for good
measure, then stands back to inspect his work. Syren is
standing under the cover of the trees, watching him.
SYREN
Is it done?
CHRIS
We haven't got to travel very far,
so this should do the trick. I'm
still not sure why you didn't try
to do this yourself before now,
though, especially with the powers
you demonstrated for me!
SYREN
(guilty)
I was... scared.
CHRIS
Scared of what?
SYREN
More men. Others, like the ones who
took me. They could be waiting,
looking for me to try and leave.
Safer to stay here, where they
can't find me. Bring somebody here
to be with me instead.
CHRIS
While I admire your caution, that's
no way to live your life.
SYREN
It was working.
Chris half-smiles and heads over to her.
CHRIS
We're ready to go.
SYREN
What should I bring? I mean... I
don't have much.
CHRIS
It didn't look like you had a great
deal to your name, but I think we
can safely load a few bags onto
that raft without worrying about it
sinking.
SYREN
What do you think I will need?
CHRIS
Some clothes, any belongings you
like to have around, that kind of
thing. I'm sure I can get you
anything else you might need when
we get back to the mainland.
He starts to walk past her, heading for her cave, but she
reaches out and grabs his arm to stop him.
SYREN
You won't... you wouldn't hand me
back to them, would you?
CHRIS
I don't even know who 'they' are,
Syren, so the answer is 'no.'
SYREN
Promise? Promise not to take me
back to anybody?
A beat - Chris looks into her baby blues and tries to decide
if he should tell her about Parker or not.
CHRIS
I promise.
Oh, he's going to the special Hell.
19 INT. LAB - OCCULT RESEARCH DEPT. - DAY 19
Julie is alone in her office, staring at her computer
terminal as she runs through some lab reports.
She hears a TAPPING coming from somewhere in the room, and
starts to look round for the source of the noise.
DANYAEL O.S.)
Julie! Up here!
Julie frowns, then starts to look up - and sees Danyael
looking down on her from behind the air vent in the ceiling.
JULIE
Danyael? Why are you in my ceiling?
DANYAEL
Long story. Is it safe to come out?
JULIE
Uh... yeah, I guess.
Danyael's face pops back, then with a series of CLICKS, the
air vent cover falls open, hanging from the ceiling as
Danyael clumsily lowers himself into the office.
Julie watches him, trying to figure out what's going on as
Danyael lands with his customary lack of grace.
JULIE (cont'd)
Alright, I'm intrigued.
DANYAEL
Get down!
Danyael quickly pulls Julie down behind her desk, out of
sight, and she notices his battered appearance at last.
JULIE
What happened to you?
DANYAEL
We can't stay here. It isn't safe.
JULIE
What isn't safe?
DANYAEL
Just trust me! Parker's a bad guy.
A very bad guy. And he's got Twist.
JULIE
(frowns)
What? That doesn't... what do you
mean, he's 'got' Twist?
Danyael pokes his head up, scanning the office and the empty
department outside before ducking back down.
DANYAEL
Lizzie explained it all to me, the
two of us were-
JULIE
(surprised)
Lizzie? As in Lizzie Duncan?
DANYAEL
(glares)
'Were tortured by one of Parker's
goons,' is what I was about to say!
JULIE
(beat)
Oh.
DANYAEL
We have to find out where they're
keeping Twist, and then get the
hell out of Dodge before anybody
notices we're gone. I reckon we've
got about...
(checks watch)
... twenty minutes before Parker
comes back and finds we've escaped
that cosy little interrogation room
he was keeping us in.
JULIE
(incredulous)
'Interrogation room'? Danny, this
all seems kind of...
DANYAEL
Don't you believe me? Look at my
face, Jules!
(points)
Actual cuts and bruises!
JULIE
I know, I know, it's just... well,
I've heard plenty of things about
Lizzie since I started here. I
don't think you can trust her.
DANYAEL
Yeah, I used to think that too,
'till she saved my life just before
this psycho with a bowie knife
could slit my throat to see what
happened.
JULIE
(beat)
Maybe we should find Twist now.
DANYAEL
Yeah, good idea!
Julie thinks for a beat, then as a plan hits her she takes
out her cell phone, turning to Danyael.
JULIE
Alright, stay here, I'll see what I
can do. And if anybody comes into
the office, hide!
She gets up and hurries out of frame, and as Danyael takes a
moment to catch his breath, we cut to:
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