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7 INT. MOTEL - TWIST'S ROOM - NEXT 7
Twist shuts the door and leans against it, letting out a
breath. She closes her eyes and shakes her head, pushing away
from the door at last.
DIEGO (O.S.)
Is everything alright?
She looks up - and sees Diego standing in the doorway to the
bathroom, fresh from the shower and wearing just a towel.
He dries his hair as Twist looks at him, the ice bucket still
in her hands.
TWIST (V.O.)
Oh, yeah... and there's something
else I should probably tell you
about.
Twist manages a smile as we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
FADE IN:
8 INT. MOTEL - TWIST'S ROOM - MORNING 8
The gang have gathered in Twist's room, washed and dressed
ready for a new door. The curtains are drawn, of course.
Julie has her laptop up on the small table by the TV, passing
out sheets of printed paper to each of them as she speaks:
JULIE
Twist, Diego, you're going to check
out the first murder scene, see
what you can pick up there. Syren,
Danyael you're taking site number
two.
DANYAEL
And we're moving around in daylight
because...
JULIE
Because if we wait until nightfall,
whoever or whatever killed these
kids' parents may put something bad
into action, and we'd run out of
time to stop them.
TWIST
Hey, that works for me. Non-vamps
run around in the sun while us
creatures of the night see what we
can smell, right?
JULIE
That's the idea. I'm going to visit
the kids at the orphanage.
She holds up an ID card, that proclaims Julie to be a fully
licensed employee of Social Services.
JULIE (cont'd)
After that, we'll all meet up at
the third site and see what we've
found.
Julie folds her laptop shut, and that's the signal for
everyone to get up and get ready.
Danyael's gaze lingers on Twist and Diego as they talk to
each other, broken when Syren lays a hand on his arm.
SYREN
Danyael?
He turns, sees Syren giving him a friendly smile, ready to
move out, and turns back to Twist and Diego - and catches
Twist looking back at him.
Danyael breaks the gaze as he heads for the door, scooping up
his backpack. Twist watches him leave.
DANYAEL
Who gets the van?
JULIE
Twist and Diego. I took the liberty
of calling one of your local
contacts, they're sending a car
round for you and Syren. Tinted
windows, naturally.
Danyael nods, fishing the van's keys out of his pocket. He
glances towards Twist and Diego and TOSSES the keys over.
Twist reaches - but Diego CATCHES them in mid-air. Twist
glares at him, but he doesn't notice it.
Twist turns back - but the motel room door is already closing
as Danyael and Syren make their exit. She lets out a SIGH as
we cut to:
9 EXT. SUBURBS - STREET - DAY 9
Looking towards a nondescript, middle-class dwelling, its
doorway cordoned off with POLICE TAPE, as a rusty old Ford
pulls up over the road, its windows tinted pitch black. The
Ford's engine SPLUTTERS as it parks.
10 INT. CAR - NEXT 10
Danyael grimaces as the engine makes a few more COUGHS and
SPLUTTERS before finally shutting off.
DANYAEL
Remind me to find out who Julie
called and make them watch some car
adverts, okay?
SYREN
(wrinkles nose)
This car smells like... I don't
know what, but it's bad.
DANYAEL
(looks across street)
That's our address, now all we need
is a quick way in.
SYREN
Can't we just walk in? I mean, the
house is empty, isn't it?
DANYAEL
Well, yeah, but if two random
people stroll into a crime scene
off the street, the neighbours
might get a little suspicious.
He peers up through the darkened windscreen - the morning sun
is still high in the sky, making it difficult for Danyael to
leave the car safely.
DANYAEL (cont'd)
(huffs)
Don't suppose you can cover that
sun up, can you?
SYREN
(tilts head)
I could try...
DANYAEL
Never mind. Stupid idea. Guess
we're waiting for a cloud or two!
Danyael settles back in his seat, but Syren has other ideas.
She unbuckles her seatbelt and slips out of the car.
DANYAEL (cont'd)
Hey! What're you...
He trails off as she wanders out into the middle of the road:
11 EXT. SUBURBS - STREET - NEXT 11
Syren stands in a ray of sunlight, closing her eyes and
soaking up the warmth.
She begins to HUM, softly at first but building in volume,
slowly raising her hands towards the sky. She sways gently
from side to side as she sings.
12 INT. CAR - NEXT 12
Danyael watches, jaw hanging, as a thin band of CLOUDS start
to drift across the sky, darkening and blotting out a little
of the sun!
13 EXT. SUBURBS - STREET - NEXT 13
Danyael cautiously opens the door - and sees that the clouds
are forming a dark patch across the street and into the
house!
He warily walks over to Syren as she stops humming and lowers
her hands, looking pretty pleased with herself.
DANYAEL
You're a little creepy sometimes,
you know that?
SYREN
(shrugs)
I can only make it last a minute at
the moment. I'm trying to see if I
can do more.
DANYAEL
A minute's fine. Let's go.
Still glancing nervously up at the barely-covered sun
overhead, Danyael takes her hand and leads her across the
street, ducking down the side of the house as we cut to:
14 EXT. SUBURBS - STREET - DAY 14
A different side of town, and the black van is parked over an
open manhole cover in the road, another police-tape adorned
house in the background as we cut to:
15 INT. HOUSE - BASEMENT - NEXT 15
Down in the dark basement of the house in question, there's a
loud, metallic BANGING as a DRAIN COVER in one corner rattles
and shakes in its frame, before it POPS out of place.
Twist squirms her way up and out through the narrow opening,
her clothes and face streaked with muck which she tries to
wipe away.
TWIST
(grimaces)
Okay... yuck.
She looks over to a staircase leading to a door up in the
wall, and we cut to:
16 INT. HOUSE - HALLWAY - NEXT 16
Twist opens the front door to Diego, who slips between the
lines of police tape to step inside. He takes a moment to
look her up and down.
TWIST
Told you I could make it through
that gap.
DIEGO
(grins)
I'm sorry I doubted you.
TWIST
Meh, it happens. C'mon, let's check
this place out.
Twist turns and heads back into the house, and as Diego
pauses, sniffing the air as he picks up the bad smell Twist
brought in with her, we cut to:
17 INT. ORPHANAGE - RECEPTION - DAY 17
Julie pushes through a set of glass doors and heads for the
front desk of the aptly-named 'His House Children's Home,'
the neatly-mown lawns leading up to the front gates visible
behind her.
The RECEPTIONIST, a pleasant-looking woman in her fifties,
looks up from her paperwork as Julie approaches.
RECEPTIONIST
Good morning, ma'am. How may I help
you?
JULIE
(flashes ID)
Hello, yes, my name is Kate
Challenor, I'm liaising with the
police department on the case of
the three youngsters whose parents
were murdered?
RECEPTIONIST
Oh, yes. Terrible, dreadful thing
that happened. Such adorable
children!
Julie manages an insincere smile.
JULIE
Could I see them? I just need to
get some statements, check their
well-being, things like that.
RECEPTIONIST
(uncertain)
Oh, well, I'm not sure if I should-
JULIE
I'll be in and out in ten minutes.
I promise.
The receptionist pauses for thought, then reaches for a phone
as we cut back to:
18 INT. HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY 18
Back in the first house as Danyael FORCES the kitchen door
open, waiting for Syren to enter before he wedges the door
closed after them.
DANYAEL
Remember, don't touch anything. We
don't want to leave anything that
might let the police CSI their way
onto our trails.
SYREN
'CSI'?
DANYAEL
(beat)
Just don't leave any fingerprints,
alright?
SYREN
How should I find my way round?
Danyael thinks, then reaches into his jacket and takes out a
pair of gloves, which he passes to her.
DANYAEL
Here. Put these on. I'll take
upstairs, you start down here.
He heads off, leaving Syren in the kitchen as she slips on
the gloves and starts to carefully feel her way around the
room, and we cut to:
19 INT. HOUSE #2 - UPSTAIRS LANDING - DAY 19
Diego exits one room in the second house, not looking like he
found anything helpful when she hears:
TWIST (O.S.)
Hey, Diego? In here.
She follows his voice over to a doorway covered with police
tape, ducking under it and into:
20 INT. HOUSE #2 - BEDROOM - NEXT 20
Diego double takes at the sight before him.
DIEGO
Madre dios...
The walls, furniture and even ceiling are spattered with
BLOOD. Two huge pools of the stuff have dried into the
carpet, but there's still more than enough to cover almost
everything in sight.
Twist is crouched by the pools, a thoughtful look on her
face.
TWIST
Smelt this when I came in. Kinda
hard to miss this much.
The faint impressions of chalk outlines can be seen, but from
the looks of them the victims were left in several pieces.
DIEGO
Any sign of what could have done
this?
TWIST
Well, there's all that...
She nods towards the far wall, and Diego turns to see that a
row of SYMBOLS have been drawn on the wall in blood.
He steps closer, squinting as he examines them - they're a
bizarre mix of mathematical shapes and more obvious occult
markings like eight-pointed stars, pentagrams and arrows.
DIEGO
What do they mean?
Twist takes out her digital camera, lining up for a shot of
the wall.
TWIST
That's what Julie's job is to tell
us. Say cheese.
He turns - and as the FLASH from her camera dazzles him, we
cut back to:
21 INT. ORPHANAGE - LOUNGE - DAY 21
Julie is shown into a large, plain living room by another
member of staff, who stays over by the door.
The white-walled, blue-carpeted room doesn't hold much beyond
a huge sofa and a TV, but the six BOYS and GIRLS sitting
quietly as they watch the TV seem to fill the space.
Julie glances back towards the woman at the door as she heads
over to the kids, casually settling into an armchair next to
them.
JULIE
What're you all watching?
The kids exchange silent glances, before the eldest, a blonde
BOY of about nine, turns to her:
BOY
TV.
JULIE
Oh. Anything good?
More silent conferral.
BOY
Spongebob.
JULIE
Really? That's my favourite.
The boy doesn't know what he should say, his gaze wandering
back to the TV screen.
Julie takes a deep breath, knowing this could take her a
while as we return to:
22 INT. HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY 22
Syren steps into the front room of the house, but pulls to a
sharp stop, the colour draining from her face.
SYREN
(calls out)
Danyael? Danyael!
He hurries back down the stairs to join her.
DANYAEL
What? What did you-
He pulls up - the front room here is a similar scene to the
bedroom in the second house. BLOOD is sprayed over the sofa,
walls and television, with more fragmented chalk outlines.
DANYAEL (cont'd)
Yikes.
SYREN
This room is full of death.
She reaches for his hand and squeezes, and he puts an arm
round her.
DANYAEL
It's alright. Whatever did this is
long gone.
SYREN
So much pain...
(shakes head)
It enjoyed it.
DANYAEL
Hmm?
SYREN
Whatever did this, whatever killed
these people... it took a lot of
pleasure from it.
She turns to him, her expression dead serious.
SYREN (cont'd)
Danyael... we have to stop this.
He nods solemnly, hugging her for again before his gaze falls
on something up on the wall over the fireplace.
A row of SYMBOLS drawn in blood, identical to the markings
Twist and Diego found.
23 INT. ORPHANAGE - LOUNGE - DAY 23
Back with Julie and the kids, as four of them sit quietly in
one end of the room, idly colouring things in as Julie talks
to two twins, MELISSA and JORDAN, both freckly girls of six.
JULIE
And so what happened then?
MELISSA
Then, we heard mommy shouting for
us to stay in our rooms...
JORDAN
... and our daddy was yelling. He
sounded pretty mad.
JULIE
What was he saying?
MELISSA
Um...
JORDAN
He said 'no, no,' and then
something went bang, and I remember
cause I said to Melissa 'something
just went bang!'
MELISSA
Did not!
JORDAN
I did! And then we heard that... it
sounded kinda like a dog barking.
MELISSA
A big dog. Like the one Mrs.
Jablonsky has down the street.
The two girls start bickering over this detail, but as they
do Julie blinks at something she spots:
Both girls have an identical MARK on the backs of their
necks, a small red symbol that looks too neat to be a
birthmark.
Julie tries to get a closer look, but hears raised voices and
glances up - another staff member has joined the woman at the
door, and is whispering urgently into her ear.
JULIE
Okay, girls, I have to leave for a
second, but thank you for
everything you've told me, okay?
JORDAN
'Kay.
MELISSA
Miss Kate?
JULIE
Yes?
MELISSA
Are you gonna tell us why we can't
see our mom and dad?
Julie pauses, thrown by the simple question - but as she sees
the two women by the door closing in, she quickly rises.
JULIE
Don't worry, honey. I'll sort all
of this out for you.
She steps back, glancing round and spotting another doorway.
WOMAN #1
Miss Challenor? Miss Challenor!
Knowing she's been rumbled, Julie breaks and races for the
door, the women giving chase as she throws it open and dashes
out into:
24 INT. ORPHANAGE - CORRIDOR - NEXT 24
Julie runs for the nearest exit, the two thankfully out of
shape women trying to keep up.
WOMAN #2
Stop! Whoever you are, stop!
Julie doesn't look back, getting to a fire door and shoving
it open, and as she escapes into the outside world, we follow
out through the door and the glaring sunlight:
WHITE OUT:
25 EXT. HOUSE - STREET - LATER 25
The black van and Danyael's loaned car are both parked
outside another standard suburban home as we cut into:
26 INT. HOUSE #3 - HALLWAY - NEXT 26
This time, the grisly murder scene is the staircase and
hallway - the stairs and carpets heavy with blood.
Julie kneels by the chalk outline at the foot of the stairs,
the rest of the team gathered around her.
JULIE
Looks like the first victim made it
a little way back up the stairs,
the second fell right here.
DANYAEL
Same M.O. as the other sites, too.
Julie stands, pointing towards another row of bloody symbols
on the wall.
JULIE
Are these the same as in the other
two houses?
Danyael nods, and Twist tosses Julie her digital camera.
TWIST
See for yourself.
Julie calls up the photo and compares the two - it's a match.
DIEGO
What do they mean?
SYREN
Something bad.
TWIST
(dry)
The fact that they're written in
human blood would suggest that,
Sherlock.
Julie frowns, studying the markings.
JULIE
They're summoning prayers. They
have to be inscribed in blood for
the spell to have any power.
DANYAEL
Summoning for what?
JULIE
I'm not sure yet...
She points to one of the symbols.
JULIE (cont'd)
... but I know I've seen this one
before.
(turns to group)
It was on the necks of two of the
kids in the orphanage.
TWIST
What? Are you saying they did it?
JULIE
No, I'm saying whoever did this
marked those kids for a reason -
and they'll be coming back to
finish the job.
DIEGO
Then we have to protect them.
JULIE
Easiest way to do that is to get
them out of the orphanage
TWIST
Uh, no.
JULIE
Excuse me?
TWIST
We can't kidnap six kids, Jules!
Can you imagine the kind of heat
that'll bring down on us?
DANYAEL
She's got a point...
JULIE
So what do you suggest?
TWIST
Stakeout.
DIEGO
I agree. We don't need to put these
children through any more trauma
unless we have to.
TWIST
Diego and me'll take the first
watch, the rest of you find out
what killed their parents and go
find where it lives, then we all go
in and kick its tush together.
Deal?
JULIE
(beat)
Twist, Diego, you're guarding the
orphanage. Danyael, Syren, you're
with me to help figure out what
these markings are trying to
summon, and then we'll go looking
for the base.
TWIST
(beams)
I love it when a plan comes
together. Especially when it's one
of mine.
DANYAEL
(sighs)
It's gonna be a long night...
Julie looks back to the symbols, her dark expression an
indication of how serious this is getting before we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
27 EXT. ORPHANAGE - FRONT GATES - NIGHT 27
The children's home is closed down for the night, a few rooms
in the main foyer still it up but all the smaller houses
holding the kids themselves are dark.
The black van waits across the street, hiding under the dense
foliage of one of the many trees lining the street.
28 INT. VAN - NEXT 28
Diego waits inside the van, his senses alert and his eyes
locked on the gates.
He's disturbed by a soft SNORING sound, and turns to see
Twist fast asleep in the chair next to him.
He gives her a gentle NUDGE, and she wakes with a JOLT,
grabbing her baseball bat as she sits bolt upright.
TWIST
(dazed)
Whu? Wha? Are they here?
DIEGO
You were asleep.
TWIST
(beat)
Yeah? And? Didn't you think I
might've liked to stay asleep until
something happened?
DIEGO
(shrugs)
I thought it was best to keep you
alert.
TWIST
No, you can be alert. You're the
one who doesn't seem to go to
sleep, like, ever.
Twist grumpily tries to settle back down, but she's awake now
despite her best efforts. She turns back to Diego.
TWIST (cont'd)
Man, it's a good job you're so
pretty. A lesser man would've been
out on his ass by now.
Diego flashes her a quick grin.
DIEGO
Twist...
TWIST
(eyes closed)
She's not here right now.
DIEGO
What's the matter with Danyael?
Twist's eyes flick open. She sits up, her body language
betraying her sudden uncomfortableness.
TWIST
'Wrong'? Why would anything be, you
know... wrong?
DIEGO
We spar together every other day
now, and his fighting skills are
improving steadily. I'm very
pleased with his progress.
TWIST
So?
DIEGO
So, the one thing I can't seem to
understand is... he seems to have
some kind of unresolved personal
business. Something he hasn't come
to terms with inside his own mind.
TWIST
(guiltily)
Oh. Really?
DIEGO
You're his friend. You've known him
far longer and better than I have.
Has he said anything to you?
TWIST
(quickly)
No!
(off his look)
I mean, no, why would he have?
DIEGO
As I said - you're his friend.
TWIST
He doesn't tell me everything, you
know.
DIEGO
He doesn't tell me anything at all.
I'm still earning his trust, I
think.
(beat)
Are you sure there isn't something
he needs to discuss?
Diego looks to her again, waiting for an answer, and Twist
squirms for a beat, before Diego's attention snaps back to
the orphanage.
DIEGO (cont'd)
Someone's coming.
TWIST
(exhales)
Oh, thank God.
Across the street, two more unmarked VANS roll to a stop
outside the front gates, their headlights already off.
Twist grabs her bat and prepares to jump out of the van, but
Diego holds her back.
DIEGO
Wait. Let's see what they want
first.
TWIST
(huffs)
Are you always this patient?
(beat; rolls eyes)
Silly me. Of course you are.
They watch the vans as their side doors slide open - and two
gangs of MASKED MEN pile out, clutching a variety of guns and
weapons as they race towards the main entrance!
TWIST (cont'd)
Satisfied?
She KICKS her door open and leaps out of the van, Diego
grabbing his sword and quickly following as we cut to:
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