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        14     INT. OWEN'S PICKUP - CONTINUOUS                         14

               Shuffling across on the seat, Twist makes herself comfortable
               as Owen pulls away, not batting an eyelid at her dishevelled
               appearance.

                                   OWEN
                         Name's Owen, by the way.

                                   TWIST
                         Hey, Owen. I'm Twist.

                                   OWEN
                         So, whereabouts you headed?

               Twist thinks, then pats her jacket pockets down until she
               produces a slip of paper, passing it to Owen.

                                   TWIST
                         There. I'm meeting some fr-
                             (catches herself)
                         I just need to get back there.

                                   OWEN
                         Okay. Your wish is my command.

               Owen drives on, and Twist allows herself a moment to relax.
               Owen glances across at her, looking her up and down.

                                   OWEN (cont'd)
                         You been in a fight or something?

                                   TWIST
                             (grins)
                         Something like that.

                                   OWEN
                         What's with the baseball bat?

                                   TWIST
                         The fight isn't finished.

                                   OWEN
                         You don't strike me as the kind of
                         girl who'd get her hands dirty like
                         that.

                                   TWIST
                         Well, to be fair, you have just met
                         me.

                                   OWEN
                             (chuckles)
                         I guess so.

               They drive on in silence for a few moments.

                                   OWEN (cont'd)
                         This fight you're heading for, it
                         got a name?

               Twist looks across at him, then with a thoughtful expression
               reaches forward and snatches up a small fruit knife from the
               dashboard, sitting next to a half-eaten apple.

               Owen raises an eyebrow as she starts to etch something into
               her bat, lifting it up to the light and examining it with a
               wry grin.

                                   OWEN (cont'd)
                         Well?

               Twist looks at him, then back at the bat - and she's carved
               the name 'MANON' into it.

                                   TWIST
                         You like the French, Owen?

                                   OWEN
                         Can't say as I do. Can't like any
                         nation that lets its capital city
                         get so darned dirty.

               Twist's gaze is fixed on the name on her bat.

                                   TWIST
                             (grins)
                         Me either, partner. Me either.

               As Twist narrows her eyes, steely determination starting to
               creep across her features, we:

                                                             BLACK OUT:



                                   END OF ACT ONE
                                       ACT TWO

               FADE IN:

        15     INT. HOSPITAL WARD - NIGHT                              15

               Doctors and nurses wander past as we look in on a peaceful
               wing of the local hospital, a gentle buzz of background noise
               joining the steady beeps of various monitors and equipment.

               A nurse finishes checking a chart at the foot of a patient's
               bed, replacing it and moving off screen to reveal JULIE
               asleep in the bed.

               She's cut and bruised and sports a few bandages, but is
               sleeping peacefully and doesn't appear to be in a serious
               condition.

               She stirs, her head shifting from side to side as her eyelids
               flutter open, and she blinks in disorientation for a few
               moments as she finishes coming round.

               She starts to sit up, but winces as she pulls something,
               carefully pressing a hand to three different places on her
               stomach.

               A little dizzy, she scans the ward around her but there's no
               staff currently in sight, just other patients.

               Her eyes fall on another figure sleeping in the next bed
               along - it's SYREN. She seems better off than Julie, with far
               fewer visible injuries.

               Julie checks round again, then carefully swings her legs
               round out of the bed, pausing to draw an IV drip out of her
               forearm and flick off the heart rate monitor before removing
               the pads on her chest.

               She hobbles over to Syren, gently shaking her in an attempt
               to rouse her.

                                   JULIE
                         Syren? Syren! Come on, wake up,
                         Syren, we've got to get out of
                         here...

               Syren murmurs something and shifts round, her eyes slowly
               opening. Her face wrinkles with confusion as a sea of strange
               sounds washes over her.

                                   SYREN
                         Who's there? Where am I?

                                   JULIE
                             (soothing)
                         Ssh. It's alright, honey. You're
                         with me. We're safe.

                                   SYREN
                         Julie?

               Syren turns to her, reaching a hand out, and Julie presses it
               to her cheek with a smile.

                                   JULIE
                         The one and only.

                                   SYREN
                         Where are we?

                                   JULIE
                         St. Elizabeth's, probably. That
                         doesn't matter - we have to get out
                         of here and find out what happened
                         to the others. Can you move around?

               Syren starts to sit up, nodding as she quickly pats her arms
               and legs to check she isn't injured anywhere.

                                   SYREN
                         I don't remember what happened. One
                         minute we were at the graveyard
                         fighting, and then...

                                   JULIE
                         You got suckerpunched. It happens.

                                   SYREN
                             (not following)
                         Sucker... punched?

                                   JULIE
                         I'll explain it later. Come on,
                         we'd better get you gone before the
                         staff here figure out you're not
                         exactly a hundred per cent human.

               Julie starts to help Syren out of the bed, pausing as she
               hears VOICES approaching them. Julie quickly helps Syren back
               into the bed, whispering to her:

                                   JULIE (cont'd)
                         Stay here. I'll be right back.

               Syren nods, and Julie dashes back to her own bed, quickly
               tucking herself back into it. Syren feigns sleep as two
               nurses stroll past her, before she opens her eyes again,
               listening for Julie.

        16     INT. HOSPITAL - CORRIDOR - NEXT                         16

               The door to the ward CREAKS open as Julie peers out, checking
               that the coast is clear.
               She's still in her hospital gown, but spots a door marked
               'Staff Only' before her and dashes over, trying the handle
               and finding it unlocked.

        17     INT. HOSPITAL WARD - NEXT                               17

               Syren is still pretending to be asleep, but as a shadow falls
               across her she stirs and looks up again.

                                   SYREN
                             (whispers)
                         Julie?

               Julie leans forward - she's now dressed in a plain white
               porter's uniform, badly-fitting but tucked in enough to hide
               it. She takes Syren's hand and helps her to sit up.

                                   JULIE
                         Just play along. We're going to go
                         for a little ride, and after that
                         we're home free. You okay?

                                   SYREN
                         Yes. I just want to know that
                         everyone else is alright.

                                   JULIE
                         Yeah, me too, honey. Me too.

               Julie looks round as Syren stands, and we cut to:

        18     INT. HOSPITAL - RECEPTION - NIGHT                       18

               The Hispanic night shift receptionist, MARGOLITA, is busy
               with two phone calls at once as Julie rounds a corner into
               view, pushing along a wheelchair-bound Syren as she heads for
               the exit.

               They're most of the way to the main entrance when Margolita
               calls out to them:

                                   MARGOLITA
                         Hey, wait!

               Julie freezes, tensing up as Margolita hurries over to them.
               She tries to look casual as she turns round.

                                   JULIE
                         Uh... yeah?

                                   MARGOLITA
                             (off Syren)
                         Are you taking her outside?

                                   JULIE
                         Yeah, just a, you know, transfer.
                         We're waiting for our ride.

                                   MARGOLITA
                             (eyes her)
                         What happened to you?

               Julie realises she's still showing her cuts and bruises.

                                   JULIE
                         Oh, these? Violent patient earlier
                         tonight. Got a few swings in before
                         security showed up. You know how it
                         is.

                                   MARGOLITA 
                         Uh-huh.
                             (beat)
                         Stay here.

               Margolita heads back to her desk, and an anxious Julie's eyes
               dart towards the entrance, judging how fast she can get
               there.

               She looks up as Margolita walks back over - and blinks in
               surprise as she's handed a thick blanket.

                                   MARGOLITA (cont'd)
                         You'd better make sure you wrap her
                         up if you're going out there,
                         there's a hell of a storm kicking
                         up!

                                   JULIE
                         Right! Yes. I will. Thanks.

               Margolita smiles and heads back t the desk as the phones keep
               on RINGING, and a relieved Julie drapes the blanket over
               Syren.

                                   SYREN
                         Is everything alright?

                                   JULIE
                         Soon as I figure out how we get
                         from here back to the safe house,
                         yeah, everything's going to be just
                         fine.

               As Julie starts to push Syren towards the automatic front
               doors, pondering how the heck she's going to find transport,
               we cut back to:

        19     INT. SAFE HOUSE - NIGHT                                 19

               Twist pushes open the door to the main room of the safe
               house, bat slung over her shoulder.

                                   TWIST
                             (calls out)
                         Honey, I'm home!

               She looks round the room, empty except for a few scattered
               weapons and the heaps of research material on the table.

                                   TWIST (cont'd)
                         Oh wait, I forgot. I'm not married.

               She takes a breath, then heads for the assorted weapons,
               sifting through the swords, axes and other items on offer,
               before shaking her head and turning back to her bat.

                                   TWIST (cont'd)
                         Stick with the classics, huh,
                         Duggan?

               She glances across at the table, her eyes drawn to a few maps
               lying next to each other.

               Red dots and lines pepper all the maps, but the lines all
               seem to converge at one point, helpfully marked by a large
               red circle and a question mark.

               Twist studies the map, working out the location, before
               taking one final look round the room and making her way
               towards the exit.

        20     EXT. STREET - NEXT                                      20

               Just outside the safe house, which is an innocuous building
               surrounded by cheap apartment blocks, and AMBULANCE pulls to
               a stop - with Julie at the wheel! A broken driver's side
               window and missing plastic round the steering column suggests
               how she got her hands on it.

               Julie looks up, checking she's got the right place, as Syren
               runs her hands over the vehicle's dashboard and interior.

                                   SYREN
                         Are you sure we won't get into
                         trouble for taking this, Julie?

                                   JULIE
                         I'm sure. And I'm also sure that
                         the two paramedics I knocked out to
                         get this will forgive me in the
                         next life... assuming we somehow
                         stop Manon from destroying the
                         world tonight, anyway.

               Julie opens her door and steps out, heading round to open
               Syren's door and helping her down onto the street. The wind
               and rain are still at full force, making the girls dash for
               the front door.

               As the girls approach the entrance, they don't bother looking
               up to the roof - where Twist is just climbing out from an
               access door, jogging across the rooftop and neatly JUMPING
               across to the next building, already on her way back out!

        21     INT. SAFE HOUSE - NIGHT                                 21

               Julie and Syren enter the small room, Julie helping Syren
               down onto the sofa before heading for the research materials,
               sifting rapidly through the books and notes.

                                   SYREN
                         What are you looking for?

                                   JULIE
                         Anything that'll help!

               Julie casts her eye over the maps, making a mental note of
               the highlighted location again before the girls hear a door
               OPEN somewhere off screen.

               Julie glances at Syren, who rises from the sofa as Julie
               scans the room for a weapon, grabbing a nearby axe.

               They hear footsteps approaching the door, and Julie tenses
               up, ready to face whoever walks through the door...

               ... and DANYAEL walks into the room! He's looking somewhat
               worse for wear, but as takes another drag from his cigarette
               it's clear he isn't in too much pain.

                                   DANYAEL
                             (looks up)
                         Julie?

                                   JULIE
                             (relieved)
                         Danyael! Thank God...

               She races forward and throws her arms round him, and Danyael
               grins, patting her on the back. Syren steps over, reaching
               out a hand, and Danyael squeezes it.

                                   DANYAEL
                         Hey, girls. Miss me?

                                   JULIE
                         Are you okay? Where were you? Is
                         Chris with you? We saw the news, we
                         thought you were... well, I tried
                         calling you soon as we saw what had
                         happened, and you didn't answer, so
                         we thought...

                                   SYREN
                         We thought you were both dead.

                                   DANYAEL
                         Yeah, sorry about that. Kinda hard
                         to answer your phone when you're
                         digging your way out of a collapsed
                         building, you know?

                                   JULIE
                         Where's Chris? Is he hurt?

                                   DANYAEL
                         I don't know. We got split up, I
                         haven't seen him.

                                   JULIE
                         Oh, no...

                                   DANYAEL
                         Relax, I'm sure he's fine. You know
                         Chris, he's like Jason Vorhees or
                         something. Always with the sequels.

                                   JULIE
                         Danyael, I... I don't think he's
                         okay.

                                   DANYAEL
                         What? Why not?

               There's a beat as Julie glances round at the TV and video
               player on the other side of the room.

                                   JULIE
                         There's something you need to see.

               Danyael's expression darkens, and we cut to:

        22     EXT. DOCKS - NIGHT                                      22

               Down by Manon's cruise liner, with two GUARDS patrolling one
               end of the pier it's moored to, shivering in the freezing
               rain. They pause, looking up as a FLASH of lightning and a
               RUMBLE of thunder rolls across the stormy sky. Linkin Park's
               '1stp Klosr' accompanies the scene.

                                   GUARD #1
                         Remind me again how we got saddled
                         with border patrol?

                                   GUARD #2
                         I think it was about the time you
                         remarked on what a, quote unquote,
                         'fine piece of tail' the bosses
                         girlfriend was.

                                   GUARD #1
                         Well, she is!

                                   GUARD #2
                         Yeah, but you don't say that when
                         she's around, do you? She's a
                         vampire, dumbass! Better hearing!

               Guard #2 turns away from his colleague - this argument has
               clearly been going for some time.

               As Guard #1 wraps his arms round himself to stay warm, #2
               tries to light up a cigarette - but sees something streak
               past in the shadows.

               He spins round, raising his rifle and leaving the cigarette
               on his lips.

                                   GUARD #2 (cont'd)
                         What was that?

                                   GUARD #1
                         What was what?

                                   GUARD #2
                         Don't say that! Did you see
                         something or not?

                                   GUARD #1
                         I can barely see you in this rain,
                         and you're standing a few feet aw-

               BOOM! #1 suddenly EXPLODES in a blaze of fire, blasting #2
               off his feet!

               As the shocked guard pushes himself back up, and the flaming
               body of his partner pitches forward into the water, a
               terrifying sight marches towards him.

               Chris. 

               FIREBALL ready in one hand, his blood red eyes burning with
               fury.

                                   GUARD #2
                         Hey... hey! Wait! Don't-

               The guard is cut off as Chris HURLS the second fireball, and
               with an agonised SCREAM the guard is enveloped in flames.

               Chris doesn't drop a step as he walks past the burning
               corpse, his eyes fixed on a walkway up ahead leading into the
               liner as we cut to:

        23     EXT. ROOFTOPS - NIGHT                                   23

               Back with Twist as she makes her way across town, wiping the
               rainwater from her face as she focuses on her destination.
               Hopping neatly across the various rooftops, JUMPING gaps and
               clambering ladders to stay on the highest level, she pauses
               as her target comes into view.

               The docks are some way off, but the bulk of Manon's liner is
               clearly silhouetted against the backdrop of the city lights.

               Twist narrows her eyes, and with renewed determination
               doubles her pace, LEAPING across from one rooftop to the next
               and running from the landing as we cut to:

        24     INT. LINER - CORRIDOR - NEXT                            24

               Chris storms boldly down a wide corridor, flanked by bulkhead
               doors on both sides.

               Three more guards round the corner up ahead, and there's a
               beat as they stare at him with surprise.

               They then click into attack mode, going for their weapons,
               but Chris is already on them, his fists and feet blurring as
               he CHOPS one down, KICKS a second into the wall and RAKES his
               hand across the throat of the next.

               The guard drops to the floor in a spray of blood, and Chris
               reaches down to liberate the plain sword hanging from the
               guard's belt.

               Turning the weapon over in his hands, he looks back up and
               carries on, stepping over the bodies and into:

        25     INT. LINER - CANTEEN - NEXT                             25

               A wide, open area filled with long tables and an empty
               serving station at one end of the room. 

               The room is full of about two dozen more guards, who all cut
               their chatter and turn as Chris walks in.

               A beat.

                                   CHRIS
                         I'm looking for Manon.

               Several guards quickly jump to action, levelling their rifles
               at him and moving to surround him. Chris stands, calmly
               waiting for them to stop moving.

                                   GUARD #3
                         Don't move!

                                   GUARD #4
                         You try anything, and we'll-

               SLICE! Chris' sword moves faster than the guards can
               comprehend, and #4's head rolls neatly from his shoulders as
               he drops to the floor.

                                   CHRIS
                         I really don't have time for th-

                                   GUARD #3
                         Fire!!

               The room descends into mayhem as rifles BLAZE with gunfire,
               but Chris is already on the move - he SAILS over the heads of
               the guards to land on one of the tables, KICKING two
               opponents to the floor and neatly BACKFLIPPING as the barrage
               of gunfire tracks him across the room.

                                   GUARD #3 (cont'd)
                         Don't let him get away!

               More guards move in to attack him, some drawing swords
               instead of their guns, and Chris meets them head on - he
               CHOPS his sword across one guard's chest, and as he CRIES OUT
               and falls back, his still-firing gun rakes bullets across the
               ceiling.

               The overhead lighting EXPLODES in a shower of sparks,
               plunging the room into flickers of darkness, punctuated by
               muzzle flashes from the firing weapons.

               Chris darts from side to side, cutting down more guards and
               filling the room with SCREAMS.

               He grabs one table and SHOVES it up into the air, using it as
               battering ram and flooring another group of attackers, before
               vaulting off the upturned table and launching himself into
               the firing guards.

               One by one, his sword blade glints in the strobing light as
               he slices the men down, and in moments every guard lies dead
               at his feet.

               Chris turns - more guards are piling in through the far door,
               alerted by the noise, and Chris wastes no time in drawing up
               a huge ball of blazing red energy in his fist.

                                   GUARD #5
                         There he is!

               More GUNFIRE, but Chris stands his ground, turning and
               throwing the energy dead at the new guards.

               We follow it to its target, and as the horrified faces of the
               guards rush towards us, we quickly cut to:

        26     EXT. DOCKS - NIGHT                                      26

               Dropping down from the roof of a small building and into
               view, Twist looks up as a section of the liner DETONATES,
               exploding outwards and hurling the bodies of dead guards out
               into the night like rag dolls.

                                   TWIST
                         I knew it...

               Her confidence restored, she runs for the access ramp as we
               cut back to:

        27     INT. LINER - CHAMBER - NIGHT                            27

               Four guards back into view, FIRING frantically at something
               off screen, but this doesn't stop Chris who marches on, not
               seeming to notice the bullets tearing into his body.

               He spins round, his sword knocking one rifle up into its
               owner's face, before he PUNCHES one guard hard enough to
               shatter his helmet's visor, turning on his heel and KICKING
               one guard across the large chamber he now finds himself in.

               The final guard's weapon clicks to empty and he turns and
               runs, but Chris quickly takes aim and THROWS his sword.

               It spears into the guard's back, and with a YELL he clatters
               to the floor, falling still with a final WHEEZE.

               Chris walks forward, already covered with wounds but not
               looking like slowing down any time soon, WRENCHING his sword
               back out of the guard.

               He looks up - and his jaw drops at the horrifying sight laid
               out before him.

               He's in a smaller cargo area, but instead of supply crates
               and boxes, the room is filled with human-sized COCOONS.

               Looking like huge insect egg sacs, dozens of the grotesque
               objects are suspended from the ceiling, dripping with slime
               and swaying gently with the liner's motions.

               Lightning FLASHES through windows up ahead, and Chris sees
               many, many more plastered to the walls. There's got to be
               well over a hundred of the things in here.

               Chris walks towards one, his mission forgotten for a moment
               as natural curiosity takes over. He lifts his sword and
               SLICES down the nearest sac, standing back as something
               humanoid is disgorged from within in a glop of yellow slime.

               It's a young WOMAN.

               Naked and shivering, she's curled up in the foetal position,
               and Chris drops to one knee, laying a hand on her shoulder.

                                   CHRIS
                         Can... can you hear me?

               She lifts her head, eyes trying to focus as she whispers one
               word with a ragged voice:

                                   WOMAN
                         H-h-help... me...

               Chris sighs, closing his eyes and standing. He looks up at
               the horde of other cocoons. There's nothing he can do here,
               and he knows it. He looks back down at the woman.

                                   CHRIS
                             (softly)
                         I'm sorry.

               She stares up at him with wide, questioning eyes as he lifts
               his sword, ready to put her out of her misery...

                                   WOLSLEY (O.S.)
                         Now that's certainly not the Chris
                         I know about!

               Chris spins round - Wolsley has entered the chamber, flanked
               by a pack of snarling VAMPIRES.

                                   WOLSLEY (cont'd)
                         There was a time you'd risk
                         anything just to save one innocent
                         life, Christopher. Of course, there
                         was also a time you'd just walk
                         away, but you've had a lot of good
                         influences on your conscience since
                         then, haven't you?

               Chris glances back at the cocoons, and Wolsley grins as he
               pushes the guilt home.

                                   WOLSLEY (cont'd)
                         It must be true what's been said
                         about you, then. Your priorities
                         have changed.

                                   CHRIS
                         Why don't you come a little closer,
                         Marcus? You'll find that's not all
                         that's changed.

               Wolsley steps forward, the vampires following as Chris
               conjures up a fresh globe of energy in his hand, and we:

                                                             BLACK OUT:



                                   END OF ACT TWO
                                      ACT THREE

               FADE IN:

        28     INT. LINER - CABIN - NIGHT                              28

               As the liner is rocked by a muffled BOOM, Vivian rushes out
               of her room to see several squads of Skorpione guards rushing
               down the corridor, and as she tries to figure out what's
               going on another EXPLOSION shakes the entire boat.

                                   VIVIAN
                         Hey! Stop! Wait a second!

               Nobody listens to her, so with a grunt of annoyance she
               CLOTHESLINES one of the passing guards, dragging the stunned
               soldier up from the floor.

                                   VIVIAN (cont'd)
                         And now that I have your
                         attention...

                                   MANON (O.S.)
                         Vivian! Leave 'im.

               She looks up to see Manon heading towards her, pulling on a
               long, scarlet jacket, his huge sword strapped across his
               back. She registers his dark expression and drops the guard.

                                   VIVIAN
                         They're here, aren't they?

                                   MANON
                         Someone is 'ere, oui. I 'ave yet to
                         find out who.

               He starts to step past her, but she cuts him off, placing a
               hand against his chest.

                                   VIVIAN
                         Let me handle this.

               He eyes her, but she flashes him a grin - fangs bared.

                                   VIVIAN (cont'd)
                         Come on, lover. You know I'm your
                         girl.

               A beat - and Manon grins, nodding.

                                   MANON
                         Alright. I will be in the main
                         chamber, preparing for the ritual.
                         Do not let me down.

               He leans forward and gives her a quick kiss, before turning
               and striding back down the corridor.

               A smirking Vivian pops back into her room, re-emerging with
               Chris' katana. She makes a few experimental sweeps through
               the air with it.

                                   VIVIAN
                             (impressed)
                         Oh, yeah...

               The liner SHUDDERS again, the lights flickering, and Vivian
               snaps out of it, hurrying down the corridor as we rejoin:
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