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[previous | bottom] ACT TWO
FADE IN:
9 INT. SAFE HOUSE - ROOM - NIGHT 9
TITLE OVER - Osbourne Inc. Safe House, New York, April 2005.
Chris sits on a small chair in what appears to be a waiting
room, somewhere deep inside Osbourne's NYC base of
operations. His head in his hands, and he's still dripping
wet. He looks pretty close to the edge.
A hand holding a steaming mug reaches into frame, and Chris
looks up to see Sanctus offering it to him.
CHRIS
I don't drink coffee.
SANCTUS
Good job it's not coffee, then.
A beat - Chris looks into the mug. It's BLOOD.
CHRIS
No, thanks.
SANCTUS
Come on, Christopher, we both know
it'll help with your-
CHRIS
(snaps)
I said no!
Chris jumps to his feet, SLAPPING the mug out of Sanctus'
hand and getting right in his face.
CHRIS (CONT'D)
Is this your idea of a peace
offering? I haven't seen you since
you turned me into this, and you
try to turn back the clock by
offering me a bloody drink?!?
Sanctus stares back impassively, and after a moment Chris
sags back into the chair. Sanctus sits beside him.
SANCTUS
I'm sorry we had to reunite under
such circumstances, old friend.
CHRIS
Stop calling me that.
SANCTUS
Isn't it true?
CHRIS
'Old,' yes. 'Friend,' no.
SANCTUS
Not wishing to sound egotistical,
but without my assistance you and
all your team wouldn't have made it
back in one piece!
CHRIS
I'll be sure to pass your sentiment
on to Twist. If she ever wakes up.
Sanctus starts to reply, but Chris gets up and heads for the
door, pausing as he opens it.
CHRIS (CONT'D)
Thanks for turning up tonight.
(beat)
Now go.
Chris exits, and as Sanctus leans back in his chair, sighing
heavily, we cut back to:
EXT. CITY STREET - LATER
The team are gathered near the black van, looking over as
Diego heads across to them.
DIEGO
Okay, the van is full. The rest of
the gear, you will have to carry.
Sanctus detects certain personal good-byes need to be said,
and nudges Diego.
SANCTUS
Come, Diego. We'll be in the van.
They head out of frame, as Chris faces Syren, and Twist turns
to face Danyael. Both look a little awkward. Neither are
fully looking at one another.
DANYAEL
Boy, do we suck at good-byes.
TWIST
(chuckles)
You noticed that, too?
He smiles, and sees Twist lean over and pick up her newest
version of 'Duggan,' her trusty baseball bat.
TWIST (CONT'D)
I thought you should borrow this.
(quickly)
Just until I get back. On loan.
Chances are, you're gonna run into
a lot more danger than me and Kiri
Te Kanawa over there.
DANYAEL
(surprised)
You're sure?
She holds the bat up with both her hands and Danyael holds
it, but also clasps her hands at the same time.
Twist looks at him. It's a long, lingering look, in which
they convey much that they're not yet ready to say with
words.
As this lingers, we move to where Chris stands with Syren
nearby.
CHRIS
I know Twist can come across as a
little... abrasive, at times, but
she knows what she's doing. You
should listen to her, and follow
her lead. She won't let you down.
SYREN
I will. Promise.
Syren proceeds to lean in and give Chris a peck on the cheek,
which takes him totally by surprise. He never expected that,
and he almost blushes.
CHRIS
(coughs nervously)
Well, uh... I think it's time we
were going. Danyael?
Danyael and Twist are still looking at each other, locked in
that moment. But his call has shaken Danyael out of it. Twist
soon follows, letting go of the bat. Danyael almost drops it
as he quickly turns to Chris.
CHRIS (CONT'D)
Time to go.
Danyael nods, looks at Twist and begins to head out, smiling
a goodbye to Syren as he goes, which she returns with a wave.
Twist approaches Chris.
CHRIS (CONT'D)
Now, listen, go easy on her,
alright? You understand me?
TWIST
Course I understand you, you're not
Chinese.
Chris nods and hesitates. Twist stares back, arms folded.
TWIST (CONT'D)
I hope you're not expecting a hug.
CHRIS
Some form of 'good-bye' would be a
start.
TWIST
Bye.
Twist spins on her heel and marches away before Chris can
reply. He shakes his head - he's screwed up here, and he
knows it.
Twist rejoins Syren, who seems quite buoyed with enthusiasm,
but Twist's sour expression suggests she feels the opposite.
TWIST (CONT'D)
(dry)
I guess now we can get the party
started, huh?
Off Twist's sigh at Syren's beaming smile, we cut to:
10 EXT. THE ROSARY - NIGHT 10
Open with a view of the wharf side Rosary restaurant and
club, a very classy joint, behind of which drapes the
skyscraper-filled skyline.
Upper-class clientele are heading in and out, a middle-aged
COUPLE talking together quietly and intimately.
They pass Twist and Syren, who stop a few yards from the
entrance and observe the place before them.
Syren is decked out in an evening dress, while Twist wears a
trouser suit that doesn't suit her, as well as a head scarf
and dark glasses to cover up her burn scars. She has that
whole Sophia Loren thing going on.
SYREN
(happily)
This place sounds wonderful. So
many voices, and music...
TWIST
Hey, we're not here for a nice
evening out full of food, wine and
sophistication.
SYREN
Yeah, I understand. Tonight we're
working girls.
TWIST
No! We're not-
(beat; shakes her head)
Listen, little lady, all you need
to know is that while this may
technically be your gig, I'm the
one wearing the pants.
(looks at her suit)
Literally, in this case. In other
words, do as you're told by moi or
else. Capish?
SYREN
(nods)
I know. Chris and I had a
conversation before he left.
TWIST
(affronted)
Really? And exactly how many
'little conversations' do you and
Mr. Berkeley have together?
Syren looks a little bemused by her questioning.
TWIST (CONT'D)
(sighs; shakes her head)
Never mind. C'mon, we've got work
to do.
Twist heads straight for the restaurant door, Syren following
while taking in everything around her with interest.
11 INT. FOYER - THE ROSARY - NEXT 11
A waiting foyer preceeds the entrance, containing
prospective, well-dressed DINERS waiting for tables in the
expansive restaurant to become free.
Jazz music from a band on a stage toward the back of the
dining area wafts over as Twist strides in with Syren in tow,
walking right up to the MAITRE'D's pedestal. The Maitre'd, a
thin middle-aged man, regards them with curiosity.
TWIST
Evening, my good man. Table for
two, if you'd be so good.
MAITRE'D
Do you have a reservation, Ms?..
TWIST
The name's... Bristow. Sydney
Bristow. And, no, I don't have a
reservation. But that's probably
because I'm not here to eat.
MAITRE'D
I'm afraid I don't un-
Twist pulls Syren next to her, which cuts the man off.
TWIST
I'm here to give your big boss, the
owner of this establishment, an
early Christmas present. This here
beautiful creature is exactly what
he needs to liven this place up.
And I'm her manager... ess.
The Maitre'd looks at Syren with curiosity, and she just
smiles with a touch of innocence.
TWIST (CONT'D)
So, are you gonna get the big guy
down here to hear the goods, or is
he gonna spend the rest of his life
wondering what he missed out on?
MAITRE'D
Ladies, I'm sorry, but without a
reservation, I'm afraid you're
going to have to-
He is cut off when the phone on his pedestal next to him
begins ringing, which he answers.
MAITRE'D (CONT'D)
Yes, sir?...
As he talks, Twist turns and looks at Syren.
SYREN
I don't understand. Why didn't you
tell him your real name?
TWIST
It's called 'going undercover,'
toots. And besides, can you think
of a better alias?
Twist chuckles at her own pun, but Syren clearly has very
little idea what Twist is on about. They both turn to see the
Maitre'd is now looking sheepish.
MAITRE'D
(into phone)
Yes... yes, sir... right away...
thank you, sir.
He puts the phone down, and with a little difficulty he
addresses the girls cordially.
MAITRE'D (CONT'D)
(forced pleasntry)
Table for two. Right this way,
ladies, if you'll follow me.
TWIST
(to Syren)
This management thing is too easy.
I'm in the wrong profession!
The Maitre'd begins heading off into the restaurant and Twist
and Syren follow, as we cut to:
12 EXT. HILLSIDE - COUNTRYSIDE - NIGHT 12
From a high vantage point in a series of verdant hills deep
in the countryside, binoculars are looking down on an
excavation site.
The binoculars scan through and show at least a dozen
WORKERS, most armed with weapons, working on some kind of
excavated structure in the ground.
DANYAEL (O.S.)
I see around a dozen men. All
armed. Looks like the excavation's
coming along pretty well.
Danyael is holding the binoculars and looking down, with the
others standing near the parked van.
DANYAEL (CONT'D)
They may even have dug out the
entrance to the temple already. And
that's bad, right?
DIEGO
If the entrance has been excavated,
Manon's forces may already have
gained access to the interior.
SANCTUS
And begun to activate the portal
inside.
Beat. Silence.
DANYAEL
Well, that's a whole lot of no
good.
SANCTUS
If a portal has been opened, we
need to shut it down before
anything gets a chance to come
through.
Chris nods, and touches the katana hilt strapped to his back.
CHRIS
Then let's get down there, and get
on with it.
Without hesitation, Chris strides off down the hillside
towards the dig, about a quarter of a mile away.
Diego follows next, with Danyael next, making sure the
baseball bat is firmly on his person. Sanctus takes up the
rear and follows, a look of concern about what they may face
on his mind.
13 INT. DINING AREA - THE ROSARY - NIGHT 13
In the centre of the restaurant, at one of the plushest
dining tables by the stage, Twist and Syren are now sitting
and eating.
However, while Syren is dining with absolute social and
cultural finesse, fitting every inch in the upmarket place,
Twist isn't.
Some of the surrounding DINERS can't help but notice as Twist
scoffs at her cordon bleu meal, sometimes with fingers, like
it's a bag of potato chips.
TWIST
(looking at the jazz
quartet playing on stage)
Jeez, the music in this place is
like a department store! Just how
many autumn leaves to we have to
wade through before we can get
something to dance with?
Twist doesn't expect an answer from Syren, but it's at that
point, she sees her staring at her.
TWIST (CONT'D)
What's with the Stare-o-thon,
Mariah? And anyway, I thought you
were meant to be blind?
SYREN
Sorry, I... couldn't help it. I
like you.
TWIST
(suspicious)
Hey, listen, I don't know what
Spook or Zorro or any of the other
guys might have told you about me,
but I am definitely not... Willow
inclined. Are we crystal?
Syren doesn't respond and Twist clearly realises she doesn't
get it. She rolls her eyes.
TWIST (CONT'D)
Look, you-
SYREN
I like Chris, too.
TWIST
Oh, that's a relief! For a minute
there, I thought you were going to
go all KD Lang on me.
SYREN
He's a really cool guy. Chris.
Twist chuckles a little at how Syren says it. Doesn't seem
natural, especially in her clipped tones with the way she's
dressed.
TWIST
I guess he can be... 'cool,' yeah.
On occasion.
SYREN
I owe him so much. I'm not sure I
can ever repay him for what he's
done for me.
TWIST
All he did was give you a boat ride
off an island! It's not like he
dragged you out the depths of Hell
or anything!
(beat; shakes her head)
Anybody'd think you were in love
with him.
Syren looks away towards the jazz quartet and doesn't answer,
looking a little awkward. Twist observes her with a measure
of curiosity and concern when she doesn't immediately deny
the claim.
The slightly awkward beat is broken suddenly as we hear
someone politely cough over Twist's shoulder. It gets hers
and Syren's attention.
WOLSLEY (O.S.)
Good evening, ladies. Would you be
enjoying your meal?
Standing over them is MARCUS WOLSLEY, the handsome,
fortysomething Rosary owner they've come to see. He's
impeccably attired and quite dashing.
Twist clearly fancies him a little and stands, raising her
sunglasses onto her forehead, and batting her eyes with a
smile as she holds out her hand.
WOLSLEY (CONT'D)
Marcus Wolsley. Owner of this
establishment. And you must be Miss
Bristow.
(kisses her hand)
I assume you're a Miss?
TWIST
Well, if I wasn't, I am now.
She smirks flirtatiously and Wolsley smiles, slowly releasing
her hand after lingering a hold on it.
WOLSLEY
May I join you, ladies?
TWIST
It'll take my mind off the music.
Does your band know any Megadeth?
Wolsley smiles, holding out Twist's chair for her to sit and
she takes the gallantry, quite enjoying it.
WOLSLEY
I understand you came here to show
me something. My Maitre'd described
you as... rather persistent.
TWIST
That's my middle name, Mr. Wolsley.
Sydney Persistent Bristow.
WOLSLEY
Please, call me Marcus.
TWIST
(smiles)
Marcus. I'm here to deliver you a
talent the likes of which you've
never before seen.
(points at Syren)
I know she doesn't look like much,
but trust me. Next Big Thing,
sitting right there.
Wolsley looks at Syren properly for the first time - he is
clearly quite taken by her beauty at first glance. She just
smiles innocently at him.
WOLSLEY
You sing?
SYREN
(nods)
Yes. It is what I do.
Wolsley nods, a little taken by her words.
TWIST
Ye-ah. It's also much in demand.
I've got more than one entrepeneur
like yourself, Marcus, interested
in this budding, uh... siren, but I
thought it was only fair to come to
the best joint in town first and
give her the chance to start at the
very top.
(beat; smiles)
With you.
Though not a stupid man, Wolsley enjoys the flattery in her
patter and smiles at Twist, who is full of confidence, while
Syren seems a little nervous.
WOLSLEY
Very well. You've convinced me
enough to give...
(to Syren)
I'm sorry, I didn't catch your
name.
SYREN
Syren.
WOLSLEY
(nods; considers the name)
To give Syren here a demonstration
of her talents. Why don't you both
come up to my office after you
finish your meal?
TWIST
Why bother finishing? Food's great,
an' all, but we really want to get
down to business. So, shall we?
WOLSLEY
Follow me.
He begins heading off out the dining area and Twist follows,
but soon sees Syren is still sitting watching the jazz
quartet, so quickly goes back, grabs her and begins dragging
her away as we cut to:
14 EXT. TEMPLE EXCAVATION SITE - NIGHT 14
The fairly large dig site contains large excavation equipment
amidst plenty of dig tents, marked with Skorpione emblems.
In the distance, we see armed GUARDS patrolling with
automatic weapons. One now appears in frame, patrolling
around one of the tents near the temple entrance.
Suddenly, he is grabbed from behind, and his neck is SNAPPED
quickly by Diego, with Sanctus near behind.
The guard falls limp, and as Sanctus grabs his weapon, Diego
kneels and sees the man is sporting the same Skorpione emblem
on his arm as on the tents. He looks up at Sanctus, who nods.
SANCTUS
The same as the cult who opened the
portal in Canada. Skorpione
worshippers.
DIEGO
If ever we were in doubt that this
is the work of Manon...
Sanctus nods and both he and Diego look across the dig and
see the two guards in the far distance suddenly react to
something near them.
Before they can take any action, however, one is GUTTED by
Chris using his katana and the other KNOCKED OUT as Danyael
swings 'Duggan' around his face hard.
Taking cover near the temple wall with Danyael, Chris gives a
sign across the dig towards Diego and Sanctus, who returns
the same sign.
SANCTUS
We're clear. Let's go.
Sanctus leads the way as he and Diego begin emerging from
cover, Chris and Danyael doing the same.
From opposite sides, the four edge across the dig quietly and
carefully, watching out for enemies, until they finally
convene at the temple entrance.
CHRIS
Is the perimeter secured?
SANCTUS
Yes. There were far fewer hostiles
than we expected.
CHRIS
That's what worries me.
While Chris keeps looking around the dig, sensing something
amiss, the others look at the partially uncovered temple
entrance before them.
DIEGO
Walking in there could be certain
death. Manon's forces may be
waiting inside, ready to pounce
once we enter.
DANYAEL
(beat)
Yeah... I was in the mood for some
Indy-style tomb raidering, but now
this whole 'certain death' angle's
not really working for me...
CHRIS
We didn't come this far to quit.
Fearlessly, Chris leads the way and heads into the temple.
Danyael is the last one to enter, and he doesn't look all
that keen about potential 'certain death' as we cut to:
15 INT. SKORPIONE TEMPLE - NEXT 15
The temple was clearly once a huge construction, as it towers
in a very ancient gothic style, even though half of it is
still buried.
Chris holds his katana ready as he leads them through, Diego
close by with his sword. They are illuminated by Sanctus and
Danyael, holding torchlights.
DANYAEL
Who used to live here? The Hulk?
SANCTUS
The ancient incarnation of
Skorpione, at their smallest, were
as big as the creature you
encountered in Canada.
DANYAEL
'Smallest'?
SANCTUS
That was nothing compared to the
kind of fiend that undoubtedly once
rested in temples like these. It
would be like comparing a mouse to
a buffalo.
DANYAEL
Which, oddly, I've never done.
They continue walking, stalking through a towering corridor
filled with ancient hieroglyphs.
DANYAEL (CONT'D)
Looks like this place is as dead as
the dig site.
DIEGO
So it would seem.
CHRIS
(shakes his head)
Something's not right.
DANYAEL
Ah, come on, we've-
He stops dead as the four of them begin to see a flashing
LIGHT, coupled with a pulsating beacon noise coming from a
nearby chamber.
Carefully, the boys step into the chamber and find the source
of it to be a large PORTAL, which is well and truly open.
DANYAEL (CONT'D)
Okay, fine, something's not right.
DIEGO
I thought this place was deserted?
CHRIS
I never thought that.
SANCTUS
Someone opened this portal.
Suddenly, all stop dead as they hear a huge, echoing and very
unearthly HOWL. It's impossible to tell where it came from,
or how far away it is. All turn on their heels, looking
around as they hear the howl, until it slowly dies away.
DANYAEL
I'm gonna go with something. And am
I the only one who doesn't think
that sound came from the portal?
CHRIS
(realises)
Something has already come through.
As they look up at the portal, uncertain as to what to do
next, behind Danyael, we see the SHADOW of an enormous
creature on the dimly lit wall which cannot be all that far
away, as we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
16 INT. WOLSLEY'S OFFICE - THE ROSARY - NIGHT 16
The expansive office overlooks the wharf, a beautiful view,
with the glistening city behind as Wolsley sits at his desk.
Sitting on the opposite side of him is Twist, who has
something of a smug smile on her face as she views how
captivated Wolsley is.
What's captivating him is Syren. She stands across the room
facing them, singing the song 'Parting Gift' by Fiona Apple,
with absolute perfection.
Twist sees Wolsley enchanted by her voice as Syren comes to
the end of the song and slowly finishes, ending on a
beautiful note.
A beat of silence, as Twist sees Wolsley begin shaking his
head in amazement, while Syren looks a little melancholy
after her song.
TWIST
So, Marcus, are you suitably
impressed?
Not even registering Twist barely anymore, Wolsley gets up
from his seat and walks over to Syren, his face full of
emotion.
WOLSLEY
Dear lady, you have the sweetest,
most enchanting voice I have ever
before heard.
SYREN
(smiles)
Thank you.
TWIST
(coughs theatrically)
So, I take it then our girl here is
good enough to-
WOLSLEY
(to Syren)
When can you start?
Syren looks over towards Twist, needing her assistance.
TWIST
No time like the present. She can
be on that stage in half an hour.
Once you kick off Ray Charles and
his big ba-
WOLSLEY
(again, only to Syren)
What can you sing?
He is staring at her with utter adoration, but Syren doesn't
really register it. She is full of naive honesty and
obliviousness. Twist, though, looks a little peeved she's now
being totally ignored.
SYREN
Well, I-
TWIST
This girl's a regular cabaret act,
she can sing anything.
(gives Syren a pointed
look)
And she will.
Wolsley nods and smiles broadly.
WOLSLEY
Wonderful. Consider yourself hired.
Syren smiles and as Wolsley heads over towards his drinks
cabinet, she beams at Twist, but looks a little confused at
Twist's irritation.
WOLSLEY (CONT'D)
Let me get you both a drink.
TWIST
I'll have a vodka. Set the kid here
up with a Coca-Cola.
WOLSLEY
(smiles)
I think we can do better than that.
He pours a vodka for Twist, but pours himself and Syren
something else. He walks over and hands Syren a glass, which
she politely takes.
WOLSLEY (CONT'D)
The finest of fine Cuban rum. A
vintage. I can't think of a better
occasion than now to use it.
Wolsley raises his glass for a toast at Syren, and she smiles
and slightly sips the drink, Wolsley watching her with
intensity.
The ignored Twist, behind, sarcastically raises her glass and
sinks the vodka in one.
TWIST
Let me tell you, we never got free
drinks at the last place we
visited. That Manon was a real
piece of work!
Upon hearing the name, Wolsley turns toward her quickly, his
expression darkening.
WOLSLEY
Did you say... Manon?
TWIST
(nods; casual)
Yeah. Really slimy French guy.
Owned a club down in New Orleans we
tried our hand at a couple of
times, before we really became
serious. The only talent of Syren's
that Manon showed any interest in
was the horizontal kind, if you
catch my drift.
WOLSLEY
(nods, looks disgusted)
That doesn't surprise me. Manon
never appreciated true beauty, or
talent.
(beat)
About as much as he never
appreciated loyalty.
TWIST
You know the guy? How unfortunate
for you.
WOLSLEY
(slight smile)
Indeed.
(beat)
Let me get you ladies another
drink.
He heads over toward his drinks cabinet again, clearly
growing to like the girls even more after the brief
conversation.
While his back is turned, Syren and Twist exchange a slight
smile of recognition that things seem to be going exactly to
plan, as we cut to:
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