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TEASER
FADE IN:
1 INT. BAR - NIGHT 1
We open on the sight of SYREN, close up on her face.
She's standing on a small stage, and she's singing as ever -
belting her heart out. The tune is an old Patsy Cline
favourite.
SYREN
(sings)
Crazy... I'm crazy for feelin' so
lonely... I'm crazy... crazy for
feelin' so blue...
And slowly, we PAN OUT from where Syren clutches her mic,
lost in the melody - and it becomes increasingly clear we're
in a bar.
However, it's not a quiet, cultured establishment befitting
the song - it's a loud, rowdy watering hole full of REDNECKS,
and Syren looks very out of place.
SYREN (cont'd)
(sings)
I knew... you'd love me as long as
you wanted... then someday... you'd
leave me for somebody new...
Seemingly oblivious at being drowned out by the patrons
taking little notice of her, Syren continues singing, as we
cut to:
The bar top, as two large PITCHERS full of beer are plonked
down on the surface by the burly BARTENDER, who waits for
payment.
And we see TWIST squeezing and bustling her way through the
rednecks crowding the bar, attempting to reach the drinks she
ordered.
TWIST
(loudly)
Comin' through!
(bumps into someone;
turns)
Watch it, Tex, prim'n'proper here!
Finally, Twist reaches the bar, chucks down a few dollar
notes, grabs the pitchers, and begins practically charging
her way out of the crowd.
Getting free, we track with Twist, seeing Syren in the
background, as she carries the pitchers through numerous
tables full of more rednecks - the place is choc full.
And eventually, Twist reaches a corner table and herself
plonks the pitchers down.
TWIST (cont'd)
(sighs)
At last! This place is busier than
a Lost convention!
Those at the table however - DIEGO, DANYAEL and JULIE, of
course - take little notice of Twist, instead staring behind
her.
TWIST (cont'd)
What? You guys just had a run in
with David Copperfield, or
somethin'?
Julie points towards the stage, and Twist turns - rolling her
eyes a little as she looks at Syren, realising what's got
them captivated.
TWIST (cont'd)
Wow, if it ain't Toots singing! Now
there's a first.
(beat)
And yes, that was sarcasm.
DIEGO
Her voice is truly beautiful. No
matter how many times we hear her.
TWIST
(looks at him sharply)
Did we forget that you're my bitch
now, Zorro?
Diego smiles and Twist twinkles - a mutual look that Danyael
doesn't miss, and he looks away.
JULIE
I think the fact that Syren gives
the performance of her life even in
a hole like this proves singing is
her emotional outlet for everything
that's happened.
DANYAEL
(nods)
Kinda like the only thing she truly
knows how to do.
JULIE
(nods in agreement)
Or truly understands.
TWIST
Well, hey, I hate to break-up
Psychoanalysts-R-Us here, but...
(beckons to the pitchers)
These beauties ain't gonna drink
themselves.
Twist sits, knocking Diego to budge up, as she begins pouring
the beer into everyone's tumblers.
And we're back on Syren, as she warbles:
SYREN
I'm crazy for tryin' and crazy for
cryin'; and I'm crazy for lovin'
you...
Just as she begins reaching the climax of the song, at one of
the tables before her, a REDNECK begins shouting angrily at
one of the other guys sitting with him.
Doesn't take long for both Redneck #1 and REDNECK #2 to be on
their feet, shouting and almost blocking the music out
entirely, pushing and shoving each other.
Syren is oblivious - continues singing to the music as
THWACK! Redneck #1 goes flying across the table, smacked by
Redneck #2!
And then, the whole table are on their feet and arguing,
pushing, shoving - and like an aggressive cancer, starts
spreading from table to table.
It doesn't take our guys in their corner to notice this - all
stand quickly.
TWIST
Guys, you seeing this? Bar brawl!
DIEGO
(nods)
Si. Dos hombres, una mujer.
TWIST
Say what?!
DIEGO
(looks at her)
Two men, one woman.
(beat; Twist shakes her
head)
Trouble.
TWIST
(sighs)
Whatever! Let's just go play
sheriff and restore order before
Toots gets caught up in the
crossfire.
JULIE
Could already be too late for that.
Julie points towards where Syren continues singing, as the
brawling inches closer and closer towards the stage, and her
position.
Quickly, Twist leading the way, the four rush into battle.
SYREN
(eyes closed, fully into
it)
Crazy... for thinkin' that my love
could hold you... I'm crazy for
tryin, and crazy for cryin'; and
I'm crazy... for lovin'... you...
And SMASH!
Syren's eyes open and she gasps at the end of her song, as a
bottle CRASHES into the wall next to her, glass splintering
everywhere.
And though she can't see anything, Syren can hear the loud
commotion - she looks anxious and perplexed.
She doesn't see Twist SUCKERPUNCH one of the Rednecks nearby,
his body launching up onto the table, and CRASHING right
through the wood.
She doesn't see Diego KICK one of the Rednecks powerfully in
the stomach, before launching him with all his might so he
goes flying across the bar.
Or Danyael trade PUNCHES with a third Redneck, before ducking
as Julie grabs a broken table leg and SMACKS the guy round
the face with it, spinning back as he hits the ground.
It's complete chaos across the bar, people fighting, bottles
and glasses flying everywhere.
After ducking the swipe of a Redneck holding an empty bottle,
Twist TWISTS his free arm with a crack, and SLAMS him hard up
against a nearby wall.
Turning, she sees Syren standing on the stage, unsure what to
do.
TWIST
(shouts)
Syren!
The call is heard by Syren - who looks around a little
frantically.
SYREN
(calls)
Twist? Twist, is that you?
Neither she nor Twist sees the Redneck the latter just
slammed up the wall regroup, grab his bottle and prepare to
throw it.
As he launches it, Danyael notices as he grapples with
another Redneck.
DANYAEL
(shouts)
Twist! Lookout!
Turning quickly, Twist sees the bottle and hits the deck as
it flies on past her.
SYREN
What's going o-
CRACK!
The bottle impacts Syren's head with a hard SMASH, instantly
knocking her to the ground.
TWIST
Syren!!!
Getting up, Twist rushes toward the stage and as the Redneck
behind begins to pursue with a sneer, he's grabbed by Diego -
who impacts him hard with a HEADBUTT, knocking him out!
Twist gets to the stage and sees Syren lying unconscious,
sporting a nasty head wound from the glass.
TWIST (cont'd)
C'mon, lady, let's get you outta
Dodge!
Grabbing her, Twist lifts Syren up and begins making for the
door, whistling loudly for her team to take notice.
Amidst fighting, Diego, Danyael and Julie notice - and Julie
instantly rushes over to the girls.
DANYAEL
(with a Redneck in a
headlock)
What, we leaving so soon? I was
just starting to have...
(slams Redneck's head off
a table)
... fun!
Diego grabs his arm and both he and Danyael run over towards
the door, as Twist and Julie carry out the wounded Syren,
blood pouring from her head.
They exit, and off the sight of the bar brawl still in full
swing, we...
BLACK OUT:
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
2 INT. VAN - NIGHT 2
We open on the sight of a deep CUT, now in the process of
being stitched up, the vestiges of dried red blood still
around it.
Pull back and we see the cut is the one on Syren's forehead -
she lies unconscious still, now in the back of the team's VAN
- being attended by Julie, stitching her wound.
JULIE
You're starting to make a habit out
of getting these...
The back door of the van opens with a jolt, distracting Julie
a little - she soon sees both Twist, and Danyael next to her,
peering in.
TWIST
How's our little victim doing?
DANYAEL
Yeah, is she okay? I mean, there
won't be any permanent damage, will
there?
DIEGO
Relax, my friends.
We now see Diego sitting in the driver's seat, reading a
newspaper.
DIEGO (cont'd)
She is strong. She will recover.
JULIE
(nods)
Diego's right. She shouldn't be out
much longer, and once I've stitched
up her wound she'll be right in no
time.
DANYAEL
(examines cut)
I don't know. That cut sure looks
deep.
TWIST
The first cut is the deepest.
(off Julie and Danyael's
look)
C'mon, gotta love Cat Stevens.
JULIE
(beat)
It looks worse than it is, trust
me. Syren will be fine.
Danyael smiles a little, relieved. Twist, though, looks
unimpressed.
TWIST
I still don't see why she just
didn't hit the deck once she heard
the smashing, crashing and
punching.
(beat)
I thought blind people were
supposed to hear well.
Before anyone can reply, we get sudden movement.
Syren jolts awake, and bolts up startled, almost setting free
the stitches applied to her wound. She gasps.
JULIE
(calming her)
Easy, easy!
SYREN
(gasping)
What's- where am- what happ-
JULIE
Sssh, Syren. Syren, it's Julie.
Just relax. Just take it easy.
SYREN
(looking around)
Where... where am I?...
TWIST
Back in the van. So if you're after
a drink, you're outta luck.
SYREN
Twist? Is... that you?
TWIST
It's me, Toots.
(beat)
Now do as your doctor tells you,
and kick back.
Increasingly calmed, Syren lies back down as Julie helps her,
starting again to apply her stitches.
SYREN
What... happened to me?
DANYAEL
What d'you remember?
SYREN
I remember... singing...
Twist looks at Danyael and raises her eyebrows as if to say:
go figure.
SYREN (cont'd)
(thinks)
Then shouting... and fighting...
and then nothing...
JULIE
That tends to be the order of the
day when you come out the wrong end
of a good old-fashioned bar brawl.
SYREN
(confused)
A... what?
Julie glances at the others sympathetically, realising Syren
has no context for what happened to her.
TWIST
Bar brawls tend to be a direct
consequence of that combustible
combination. Men and pitchers of
super-strength alcohol.
(beat)
Kinda like good'n'evil. Oil and
water. Paris Hilton and Nicole
Richie.
(waits; sighs)
They don't mix...
Giving up a little, Twist heads off and leaves Syren looking
more puzzled than ever as Julie continues patching her up.
3 INT. TRUCK STOP CAFE - NIGHT 3
A pretty soulless cafe forming part of a truck stop, quite
dead at this time of night. A bored WAITRESS cleans tables in
the background.
By the window, Twist and Danyael both sit facing each other -
Danyael having finished eating, but Twist is tucking into a
plate of hot food.
TWIST
(mouth full)
What is it about alcohol wanting to
make you eat at strange times of
the day? Ain't that weird to you?
DANYAEL
I never really thought about it.
TWIST
Maybe you should spend more time
pondering the mysteries of life
like me, young padawan.
A beat, as Twist continues consuming her burger and fries
quite ravenously.
DANYAEL
You know, I've been thinking a
little about Syren.
TWIST
(smirks)
Oh yeah, which part of her?
DANYAEL
(ignores the comment)
Aren't you concerned that she
didn't seem to have any
understanding of what happened in
the bar? It was like the concept of
a bar fight was just... alien to
her.
Before Twist can swallow her food and really respond, both
she and Danyael observe Syren - awake and with a bandage over
her cut - enter and approach.
SYREN
Hi, guys. Are you eating?
DANYAEL
We were. Now I'm just observing the
eating habits of the female of the
species.
(budges up)
Sit down. How are you feeling?
Syren takes the seat next to Danyael with a little smile.
SYREN
Better. Thank you. But also
troubled.
DANYAEL
Troubled?
SYREN
(nods)
I want to understand the meaning of
what happened in the bar.
Because right now... I feel like I
just don't know.
TWIST
(swallows her food)
You were just in the wrong place at
the wrong time, toots, it's no
biggie.
(takes a swig of Coke)
Just next time: when you hear
glasses smashing, make the floor
your new home for a while.
DANYAEL
I don't think that's what she
means, Twist.
(looks at Syren)
You want a rough guide on how to
survive in the modern world,
especially the parts of it we tend
to encounter.
SYREN
(nods)
Yes. Yes, that's it. That's what I
want. What I need.
TWIST
(unenthused)
Yeah, think I'll pass on this one.
DANYAEL
(raises a hand)
I'll do it. And I know exactly
where to start!
Getting up, Danyael prepares to make for the exit, beckoning
Syren to follow.
Twist, while chomping on a big bite of her burger, looks
surprised.
TWIST
What? You're going now?!
DANYAEL
(nods)
It's only just after ten. And a
city like Chicago never sleeps.
That's what Syren is about to find
out!
And with that, Danyael makes for the door as Syren glances
back briefly at Twist with an excited look on her face -
before following.
Twist shakes her head a little - before tucking back into her
burger, as we CUT TO:
4 EXT. STREET. CHICAGO - NIGHT 4
Bright lights, big city. A flash of images show the richness
of life within a hi-tech, bustling modern American city.
-- A mass of people, locals and tourists, walking along.
-- Hot-dog vendors and newspaper kiosks on street corners.
-- Masses of traffic with irate CABBIES beeping their horns.
-- Late night shopping, with department stores pumping out
different kinds of music from inside.
And we soon cut to the sight of both Danyael and Syren
walking down one of the cluttered city streets, taking in the
atmosphere.
Syren is like a child, soaking everything she can sense and
hear up with wonderment.
DANYAEL
Chicago, Syren. The 'Windy City.'
One of the biggest places in
America, and certainly one of the
busiest.
SYREN
The people here are so...
(shakes her head)
I never knew life could go so fast.
DANYAEL
That's what twenty-first century
life is. Fast-paced. Uncertain.
Vicarious.
(beat)
And yes, I know words like
'vicarious.'
(beat)
The modern human being, and even
vampire, living in this era wants a
new experience every day. It's what
makes that life worth living,
enjoying to the maximum.
SYREN
What kind of things do they do
every day? Humans? What experiences
do they have?
DANYAEL
(thinks)
Well, I guess that depends on
whatever it is they love. What they
connect to.
(beat)
What do you love, Syren, most of
all?
SYREN
(without hesitation)
Sing. I love to sing.
DANYAEL
Then music is your connection. I
understand that all too well. I
used to be a DJ. Music was what I
did, it was part of me. Always will
be.
(beat)
People crave new music, new sounds.
It's something most humans love.
But there are many different kinds.
SYREN
Like what?
Danyael stops at that question - and smiles as he sees
something up ahead.
DANYAEL
Like this.
Taking her hand, Danyael leads Syren into a theatre-like
BUILDING off the sidewalk.
And we then pan up to show a BILLBOARD advertising what's
inside - a gig by a band called 'The Vibe' - playing tonight.
5 INT. GIG - NIGHT 5
A typical rock gig, the band in question churning out the
sounds from the stage, whilst up to a thousand rockers dance
and mosh all around.
Towards the back, we find Syren - she stands oddly still
amongst everyone else who is moving in some way, and she's
studying the place and the people.
Syren is picking up the vibe (no pun intended) of the
atmosphere, and is clearly enjoying the experience
increasingly.
Next to her, we find Danyael strumming and imaginary guitar
as he rocks along. As if sensing this, Syren turns to him and
Danyael smiles - before strumming on.
Turning back to the crowds, Syren begins bopping a little to
the sounds, trying to get into it.
6 EXT. STREET JAZZ CAFE - NIGHT 6
The sight of a smart jazz band made up of numerous old and
young timers, standing and sitting outside a cafe, surrounded
by an array of instruments.
The sounds of Miles Davis' 'Autumn Leaves' wafts over the
picturesque area, heard by the numerous tables full of
cultured DINERS - and indeed Syren.
She sits soaking up the music as Danyael snakes through the
tables bearing two coffees, and sits at the table next to
Syren.
DANYAEL
So, what d'you think? A little
different from that last band, huh?
SYREN
They play the instruments with
ease. The sound flows so naturally.
(beat)
I never understood it from this
perspective before.
DANYAEL
(smiles; sips his coffee)
Now you know how we guys feel when
you play the piano!
(beat)
One word: awe. You'll come across
it again.
Syren nods a little and continues listening, as she sips her
coffee.
DANYAEL (cont'd)
You see, there are different kinds
of music. Different rhythms,
different styles. And they connect
with the soul in different ways.
Some are mellow, relaxing.
(smiles a little)
And some really aren't!
SYREN
(interested)
Like what?
Danyael grins, before we cut to:
7 INT. CLUB - NIGHT 7
The complete parallel. An underground dance club, almost
pitch black.
Flashing ambient lighting illuminates the array of young men
and women dancing almost robotically to the pumping
house/trance music churning loudly from the speaker systems.
In fact, Danyael and Syren are largely the only two in the
club who actually aren't dancing - it's clearly not the
former's thing, and the latter doesn't know where to start.
Though Syren is bopping a little like in the rock gig, but it
looks really out of place here.
DANYAEL
(shouts into her ear)
Music also connects to different
ages. Where we were last was geared
to an older generation. This? This
is for the young.
Syren moves forward a little - seemingly studying a guy and
girl dancing nearby close to each other, flirting with their
body language.
Danyael notices she's sensing this and approaches.
DANYAEL (cont'd)
(shouts)
Melody can also appeal to the
senses of attraction. Places like
this can create a mood that fuels
lust.
SYREN
And love? Can it fuel love?
DANYAEL
(looks around)
I seriously doubt it!
(beat)
C'mon, let's get out of here. This
kind of music does not please my
inner goth. Or, indeed, my outer
one.
Taking her arm, Danyael begins leading Syren towards the
exit, as she looks back once more at the attracted guy and
girl.
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