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TEASER
FADE IN:
1 INT. RUN-DOWN BUILDING - NIGHT 1
Pan across a filthy, rubbish-strewn floor, tracking a RAT as
it scurries across the floorboards.
Pale, sickly yellow light seeps into the room, and outside
the sound of a light fall of RAIN filters inside.
The rat pauses to nibble at a discarded food wrapper, the
faint SCRUNCH as it chews the only sound to be heard.
SPLAT! A heavy BOOT stamps down into frame and squishes the
unfortunate rodent.
Someone MUTTERS from off screen at the mess that caused,
scraping the boot sole along the floor for a moment.
Pan across a little further as the boots start to walk on -
and then with a heavy THUD, a BODY is dropped into frame.
It's a young girl, dark-haired and pretty, BLOOD trickling
from two puncture wounds in her neck - but she's still
breathing.
The boots move away from her, leaving her shivering on the
floor as more VOICES can be heard.
VOICE #1
The hell is that?
VOICE #2
Uh, I dunno. What time is it?
VOICE #3
After ten.
VOICE #2
Then I guess that makes her
'supper.'
There's a chorus of CHUCKLES before one pair of boots struts
back over to the terrified girl. She looks up as a shadow
falls over her...
... and into the leering features of a VAMPIRE, unshaven and
in need of a good meal or three.
VAMPIRE #1
Evening, precious.
GIRL
P-please... don't... don't hurt
me...
VAMPIRE #1
(rolls eyes)
Oh, right, 'cause that'll make me
not want to eat you.
The girl's eyes bulge and she lets out an involuntary SOB,
which gets a LAUGH from the vampire.
He stands, affording us a good look around the room at last -
sparsely furnished, full of scavenged furniture and
appliances.
The Vamp calls over to his two colleagues - both scrawny,
street-level thugs like he is.
VAMPIRE #1 (cont'd)
So how're we gonna do this? Cut her
into three pieces, take an arm or
leg each, what?
VAMPIRE #2
We could start by just-
Something CREAKS overhead, and the three vamps snap to
silence, looking up to the ceiling.
VAMPIRE #3
What was-
VAMPIRE #2
Ssh!
VAMPIRE #3
'Ssh'? The hell good will that do?
That's a louder sound than the one
I just made!
VAMPIRE #1
Will you two can it?
The first vampire raises a hand for silence as he stalks
slowly forward, his eyes fixed on the patchwork ceiling.
VAMPIRE #1 (cont'd)
There's someone up there...
The other two vamps exchange glances, then start to spread
out, ready for the intruder.
The lead Vamp points to one section of the ceiling, and his
comrades nod as they get into position to attack.
They hear a CREAK again, right where the Vamp is pointing,
and the trio brace themselves...
And with a CRASH, part of the ceiling on the other side of
the room EXPLODES outwards as something smashes through!
The vamps spin round, but in the cloud of dust and plaster
that's been kicked up, they're too slow to react as a dark
shape BLURS towards them.
SNIKT! Vamp #2 staggers back, hands going to his throat - and
as his horrified colleagues watch, his head lolls backwards,
the neck sheared clean through!
VAMPIRE #3
What the- Anton!
Vamp #2's body hits the deck with a THUD, and as #3 turns
round, trying to get his bearings on the fast moving
attacker, all he gets is a glimpse of someone in a long,
black coat and fedora, before there's a solid THUNK.
Pull back as he stares down at his chest - a STAKE has been
punched cleanly into his heart.
VAMPIRE #3 (cont'd)
Oh...
He sinks to his knees then CRASHES face first to the ground.
Vampire #1 quickly drags the Girl to her feet, alert as he
snaps his head round the dim room.
VAMPIRE #1
Don't move, or she dies!
The girl is still SOBBING, and the Vamp shakes her and barks
for her to shut up.
This takes his attention away for a moment, and he doesn't
see the figure rising from the shadows behind him...
The Vamp's senses twig at last, but as he starts to turn it's
already too late...
SHINK! There's a flash of silver as something SLICES
lengthways down the vamp's body.
He stays perfectly still for a long beat. The shaking Girl
cautiously opens one eye, then takes one tentative step
forward...
... and the Vamp's two dissected halves separate and fall to
the floor with a wet THUMP.
The Girl SHRIEKS as she hops away from the grisly scene - and
bumps straight into her mystery saviour!
She SCREAMS, her nerves stretched to their limit, but the
figure grabs her with two firm, pale-skinned hands.
FIGURE
(soothing)
It's alright. You're safe now.
The Girl's still halfway between crazy and petrified, but
with one smooth movement, the figure releases her, reaches up
and sweeps away its fedora.
Long curls of peroxide BLONDE HAIR tumble into view, and the
Girl's look turns to one of surprise as she sees her unlikely
rescuer at last.
It's TWIST. She offers the Girl a grin as she ruffles a hand
through her hair.
TWIST
Sorry about the hat. Keeping up
appearances, you know?
A beat. Twist realises the Girl's not going to answer.
TWIST (cont'd)
O-kay... well, off you go.
Another beat. Twist's eyes flick left and right - is she
missing something?
TWIST (cont'd)
(slowly)
You may go.
GIRL
A-a-am I... am I...
TWIST
Safe? Yeah. Free to go? Also yeah.
Starting to annoy me a little?
Yeah.
The Girl gets the message at last, spinning on her heel and
tearing out of the room as fast as she can. Twist calls after
her:
TWIST (cont'd)
And get that bite checked out,
okay?
She mutters as she stoops to retrieve her fedora.
TWIST (cont'd)
Kids...
Blowing some dust off the hat, she flips it neatly round and
up onto her head, casting glances down at the fallen vampires
before heading for the exit.
TWIST (V.O.) (cont'd)
I guess you'd be proud of me if you
could see me now.
The light spilling into the room glints off Twist's weapon -
and it's the unmistakable blade of Chris' KATANA.
TWIST (V.O.) (cont'd)
Okay. So I'm not scoring many
points for fashion, but results are
what count, right?
Twist pauses in the doorway to survey the scene one last
time. She nods, satisfied.
TWIST (V.O.) (cont'd)
Besides, if we're not doing all
this, who else is gonna save the
world?
Twist leaves the room, letting the door close behind her with
a SLAM as we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
2 INT. VAN - NIGHT 2
Up close with Twist as she noodles away on her mp3 player,
brow creased in concentration.
She's inside the van, which has been refitted a little since
we last saw it - maps are fixed to the walls covered with
dots, crosses and other symbols, better seats have been set
up in the rear, and there's a sling of webbing across the
ceiling for luggage and weapons.
The van is rocking a little, in motion as we pan slowly
across from Twist's position at the rear.
TWIST (V.O.)
I realised the other day that I've
been talking for a few weeks now
and I haven't said much about what
anyone else is up to. Well. Trust
me to rectify this oversight.
JULIE is next up, curled up on one of the seats with a
blanket draped over her, trying to snatch a little sleep.
TWIST (V.O.) (cont'd)
Julie's kind of taken over since
you... you know. Nobody complains
much - I'm not the leadering kind,
after all, and she's easily as
smart as you are. Smarter,
actually.
(beat)
She says she'll think about losing
you when she allows herself time to
think, but we've all heard her
crying when she thinks nobody's
around to listen. I'm sure not
about to bring it up with her,
though, and I doubt the others are
either.
We pan past Julie to find SYREN and DIEGO - Diego is reading
from a magazine to Syren, who idly plaits her hair as she
listens. She chuckles occasionally at whatever he's telling
her. Her clothing is a lot more contemporary this time round.
TWIST (V.O.) (cont'd)
Syren? Well, our resident diva's
started earning her keep. Once she
figured out how quickly she could
pick up pretty much any song she's
ever heard, she started gigging.
Yep, you heard correctly.
When we roll into a town that needs
a singer for the night, she steps
up and earns us some cash to go
into fuel and snacks for the next
trip. I think her opinion on the
'you' situation is that you're
coming back one day. End of story.
Nobody's got the strength to argue
with her on that one.
Diego peers at the magazine, baffled by what he's attempting
to read, but Syren taps him eagerly on the shoulder to start
again, and with a resigned sigh he continues.
TWIST (V.O.) (cont'd)
Since Sanctus left to carry on
looking for you, Diego opted to
stay behind and help out. It's good
to have a fighter like him around.
Especially one who's kind of easy
on the eye.
(chuckles)
Okay, okay, but you know what I
mean. He's a good guy. I think he
sees gaps in our skill set that
popped up when you went, so he's
doing his best to fill them.
Panning past those two we arrive at the front, and driving
the van is DANYAEL, his eyes on the road as he drives on
through the rain outside.
TWIST (V.O.) (cont'd)
And then there's my boy Spook.
Diego's been teaching him some more
moves, carrying on where you and
him left off, and I have to say
he's getting pretty good at it.
Beyond that, he's the same old
Danyael. Knows everybody, keeps us
connected and doesn't mind doing
most of the driving.
(beat)
I guess that's everything.
Danyael calls back into the van:
DANYAEL
There's a truck stop in a few
miles. Shall I pull over?
Julie stirs from her chair and answers:
JULIE
(sleepy)
Yeah. Just for some food. And
coffee.
Danyael nods, eyes back on the road as we look out through
the rainswept windshield, and as a sign rolls towards us
indicating that the truck stop is at the next exit ramp, we
CUT TO:
3 INT. TRUCK STOP - DINER - NIGHT 3
The team are sat round a table inside the almost deserted
diner. Tinny music plays from the in-house stereo as the
tired-looking troops study the menu.
After a few unsuccessful attempts to find anything
appetising, Diego passes the menu to Twist.
DIEGO
I think I will settle for coffee.
DANYAEL
Again?
DIEGO
Is that a problem?
DANYAEL
Just, you know, I haven't seen you
really eat since... we met,
actually.
DIEGO
(shrugs)
I don't get hungry.
DANYAEL
Yeah, neither do I, but I have a
pretty good excuse. What's yours?
TWIST
Boys!
(snaps fingers)
Hot food and beverages, stat.
DANYAEL
You haven't said what you want yet.
TWIST
Oh, you know me. Get me...
something. It's not like I'm fussy.
Danyael stands, and Diego rises to follow him as they head
over to the counter.
Twist glances across to Syren and sees she has her eyes
closed, humming along to the music.
Shaking her head, Twist turns towards Julie, who's dropping
off to sleep again, giving her a gentle nudge.
TWIST (cont'd)
Jules?
She starts as she wakes up, rubbing her eyes.
JULIE
Bathroom?
Twist points, and Julie rises to head over. Twist glances
round the diner, empty save for a few lonely truckers, and
sighs as she puts the menu back down.
SYREN
I like this song.
TWIST
You like every song.
SYREN
Yes, but I really like this one.
Twist concentrates - and realises she's hearing 'I Will
Always Love You.' Syren starts to hum again, but a sharp
nudge from Twist stops her.
TWIST
Nu-uh. Not ever.
Syren tries to pout, but it's clearly not an expression she's
familiar with.
SYREN
I think I also need to visit the
bathroom. Will you show me the way?
Twist lets out an exaggerated sigh, then stands and helps
Syren up, the two girls heading into:
4 INT. TRUCK STOP - BATHROOM - NEXT 4
Twist pushes the door open and guides Syren inside, wrinkling
her nose at the grubby bathroom.
TWIST
Jeez. You know, sometimes, it's a
good job you're blind.
SYREN
Why?
TWIST
Just trust me. And please tell me
you can find your way to the
cubicle and back by yourself?
Syren smiles as she places a hand against the wall.
SYREN
I can find the way from here. Thank
you.
TWIST
Alright. I'll be outside.
Twist departs, and Syren navigates over to the stalls,
pushing open the nearest door - but then she pauses, frowning
and looking round.
SYREN
Julie?
Cut over to see Julie, standing before one of the basins
round a corner, out of sight of the door. She shuts her eyes -
caught red-handed.
JULIE
Yeah, it's me.
SYREN
Sorry. I could tell it was you. I
recognised your breathing.
Julie starts to ask how she knew that, but thinks better of
it. As Syren heads over, Julie quickly tucks a small bottle
of PILLS back up her sleeve.
SYREN (cont'd)
Is everything alright?
Julie quickly wipes her reddened eyes dry.
JULIE
Fine. I'm just, uh... I've probably
got some coffee waiting.
She quickly steps past Syren and leaves, back into:
5 INT. TRUCK STOP - DINER - NEXT 5
As she approaches the table, Julie sees that Danyael and
Diego have taken a stack of local newspapers from a stand by
the counter, and currently have them spread across the table.
She slides into her seat, gratefully grabbing the nearest mug
of hot coffee as Twist munches lazily on an unidentifiable
selection of meat and fries.
JULIE
(off papers)
Are these the latest editions?
DANYAEL
Looks like. Figured we may as well
do this now before we hit town.
Julie nods, taking a paper Twist passes to her as Twist's
voice-over resumes:
TWIST (V.O.)
This is how we find our way these
days. The tried and tested 'Men In
Black' technique.
The foursome start leafing through the papers, marking any
stories of interest.
TWIST (V.O.) (cont'd)
Before we roll into a new town, we
check out the press and look for
reports of anything weird going on.
You know the kinds of things -
murders, disappearances, sightings
of freaky stuff - the usual. This
means we're always busy and on the
move which helps keep us all
occupied.
Focus on Julie as she lifts her paper up, her attention
snared by one article in particular.
TWIST (V.O.) (cont'd)
Julie's still doing her part to
look for the cure too, saying that
just because you're not here
doesn't mean we can't finish what
you started. Again, not gonna argue
with that one. It seems to help
her.
JULIE
Here's something.
She lays her paper down flat, drawing the others in as Syren
returns to the table and is helped into her seat by Diego.
JULIE (cont'd)
Three sets of kids, all orphaned on
the same night, all losing their
parents to murders.
TWIST
Nice.
DANYAEL
One day, I'll remember to start
getting creeped out by how easily
stuff like that interests us.
JULIE
(reading)
Apparently, the parents all knew
one another, and the police are
looking to see if there are any
more connections between the
victims.
She pushes the paper towards the others as she reaches into
her bag, taking out her laptop and setting it on the table.
DIEGO
That sounds unusual enough for us
to take a look.
TWIST
Hey, say what you like, but we are
not adopting any of those kids.
We've already got too many new
mouths to feed.
(to Diego)
No offence.
DIEGO
None taken.
(taps newspaper)
Julie, perhaps you could-
He looks up and sees that Julie is already typing away at her
laptop.
JULIE
Already doing it.
She peers at the screen, rotating the laptop to show the
others what she's found.
JULIE (cont'd)
I ran a search for anything
resembling cult activity in the
area, see if we're in some kind of
hotspot for ritual attacks.
SYREN
'Hotspot'?
TWIST
She means a place where bad stuff
happens a lot.
SYREN
Oh. Like Cleveland?
A beat.
JULIE
Anyway... there's about a half
dozen news reports from the last
year or so, cases of mutilated
livestock and bizarre graffiti left
on churches, focused around the
area these kids are from.
DANYAEL
Sounds like a lead to me.
Julie nods as she turns her laptop back round, getting back
to work.
JULIE
I'll keep looking, see if I can
find anything specific.
TWIST
No chance these could just be three
pairs of the unluckiest people in
the world?
DIEGO
(off paper)
Not according to this. It says that
all the victim died in similar ways
- attacked by edged weapons and
then having various organs removed.
Syren grimaces at this, and Twist glances down at her food,
which suddenly resembles what Diego is talking about - but
with a shrug, she carries on eating.
Danyael yawns, stretching his arms out as he does so, then
idly scratches the back of his head.
DANYAEL
Maybe we should find somewhere to
set up for the night?
TWIST
I vote 'hotel.'
SYREN
So do I. I don't want to sleep in
the van again. There's a draft.
TWIST
Yeah, that's Danyael snoring.
He grins, looking out through the diner's windows until he
spots the neon signs advertising a motel on the other side of
the freeway.
DANYAEL
I'll go book us in. Who's got the
petty cash?
Diego takes out his wallet and passes it to Danyael, but when
he checks it he finds that there's only a few notes left.
DANYAEL (cont'd)
Hmm.
(to Syren)
We might require your services if
we want to sleep somewhere warm
again tomorrow.
SYREN
That's fine.
TWIST
Nothing ever gets you down, does
it?
SYREN
(smiles)
Not really, no.
TWIST
Right!
She rises decisively from her seat.
TWIST (cont'd)
Let's see how many rooms we can get
for what we've got. Jules, you
staying here?
Julie nods, not looking up from her laptop.
JULIE
Yeah, I'll be a while longer. You
guys go ahead without me.
Twist motions to the others and leads the way, Danyael
offering his arm to Syren and leading her off screen. Diego
pauses to lay a hand on Julie's shoulder.
DIEGO
Do not stay here alone all night,
Julie.
JULIE
I won't.
(lifts mug)
I'm almost out of coffee.
She offers him a smile, and with a nod Diego exits.
As soon as he's gone, Julie's smile fades again, and she
turns back to her laptop.
Reaching into her sleeve, she discretely slips out the bottle
of pills, popping the cap and shaking two out into her hand.
With a last glance around, she knocks them back with a gulp
of coffee, then gets straight back to work.
6 EXT. MOTEL - GROUND FLOOR - NIGHT 6
It's a little later on, and we're facing a row of three motel
room doors, the sounds of occasional traffic in the
background.
Twist steps out of the furthest door, ice bucket in hand, and
heads for the ice machine at the end o the little passageway,
pausing to examine the treats inside the candy vending
machine.
Another door opens while she's engrossed in that, and she
doesn't notice Danyael step up until he's right beside her.
DANYAEL
So...
Twist jumps a mile, turning and PUNCHING him on the arm.
TWIST
Damn it, Danyael! Don't do that!
DANYAEL
Do what?
TWIST
Sneak up on me!
DANYAEL
I didn't!
TWIST
Then why didn't I hear you?
DANYAEL
You were lost in Candy Gazing
World. You wouldn't have heard an A
bomb hitting the freeway.
A beat. Twist shrugs. Good point. They step away from the
vending machine and walk towards the ice machine. Noticeably
not talking.
TWIST
You, er... you okay?
DANYAEL
Yeah. Yeah. I'm good.
TWIST
Good. I'm glad. You know, we've
been on the road non stop for a
good while now, so, you know, I
just, uh, wanted to make sure that,
uh...
DANYAEL
That we're okay. I got it. I'm
good.
(beat)
Really.
TWIST
Okay! Well. Uh...
She motions towards the ice machine with her bucket, and
Danyael twigs what she wants and steps out of the way.
She lifts the lid and scoops the bucket through the ice
inside, turning back to face Danyael as he lights a
cigarette.
Another beat.
TWIST (cont'd)
Julie back yet?
DANYAEL
No.
TWIST
Right.
(beat)
I should, uh...
DANYAEL
Yeah. See ya. Big day tomorrow;
knowing our luck.
TWIST
Yup.
(beat)
Night.
She heads off, a little hesitant, and Danyael watches her go
as he takes a drag from his cigarette.
She unlocks her door, pausing to glance back over to Danyael
before stepping inside:
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