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8 EXT. BUS STATION - NIGHT 8
A street in a less opulent part of the city, heading into the
bus station where quite a few revellers heading home are now
gathered and waiting.
Danyael and Syren make their way towards it, but she stops as
they begin to approach a very odd source of music heard.
And we see Syren has become interested by a pair of BUSKERS -
one with a very tattered banjo, the other an old accordion -
from which an odd mix that strangely seems to fuse emerges.
Syren watches the impoverished men as they play, and Danyael
soon notices and joins her.
SYREN
These men. Why do they play here,
on the street?
DANYAEL
Not everyone in life, Syren, are
successful or do things because
they want to. People like this...
it's because they have to.
SYREN
So they don't play for love, but
for survival?
DANYAEL
It may very well be both.
(beat)
They more than likely adore music
as much as we do, but... to survive
is more important.
Syren nods, as Danyael ponders this himself.
DANYAEL (cont'd)
I guess, out of everything I've
shown you tonight... that's the
best lesson I can really give.
As Syren considers this, Danyael pulls out some change and
throws it into the pot near the Buskers - who both tip their
hats in appreciation.
Danyael walks off toward the bus station and after
considering the Buskers once more, Syren follows as we CUT
TO:
9 INT. HYPERMARKET - NIGHT 9
Tinny, god awful musak strings out over the stereo system
throughout a sprawling hypermarket full of all kinds of
goods.
We find Julie pushing a large trolley as she, Twist and Diego
trawls the aisles for supplies - their trolley full of both
food and other essentials.
JULIE
What time is it?
DIEGO
(checks his watch)
Nearly 2am.
JULIE
Danyael should be back soon. Wonder
how he got on with Syren?
TWIST
Ah, I'm sure their quasi-date
stroke lesson was about as fun as
getting an arrow in the sternum.
(beat; examines an item)
You know, Spook going all Jedi
Master while Toots bounces round in
cloud-cuckoo land as usual.
JULIE
Twist, c'mon, Danny's just trying
to help.
TWIST
Best way to help her is to stop
wasting time coddling her, and
spend more time toughening her up
so she's less of a liability.
JULIE
(a little stern)
That's unfair.
(beat)
Syren shouldn't be referred to like
that, not after how she's helped us
in the past.
DIEGO
(nods)
Agreed. The only way Syren will fit
in if we make her feel as normal as
possible. One of us.
TWIST
She ain't one of us though, is she?
They all stop, considering these words.
TWIST (cont'd)
Case either of you forgot, she was
found on a desert island in the
middle of a lake, an island she
claimed to have created by herself!
Hell, she doesn't even know
anything about herself, let alone
the rest of the world, and that
puts us permanently in the dark.
Which oddly, being a vampire, I
don't actually like.
Neither Julie or Diego can really combat this - she's right,
in a way.
TWIST (cont'd)
(thinks)
But if you guys think it's in the
best interests of Team Us to help
her, I guess I'll play along with
Project: Stop Syren Being A Nerd.
(ominously)
And once I'm through with her, she
really will feel like one of the
team.
On that, Twist stalks on down the aisle, leaving Diego and
Julie to exchange a look of slight anxiety.
10 EXT. HYPERMARKET CAR PARK - NIGHT 10
The electronic doors open and Diego emerges first with a
trolley stacked full of supplies, Twist and Julie trailing
behind him - carrying bags themselves.
As they approach the van, they see both Danyael and Syren
standing by it waiting for them - both in animated, humorous
conversation.
The incoming trio can see Syren in particular is buzzing.
DANYAEL
(seeing them)
Hey guys. Been shopping? Cool.
JULIE
(smiles)
Looks like someone had a fun night.
SYREN
It was wonderful, Julie, wonderful!
Danyael has shown me some
incredible things.
(beat; smiles)
Like, we went and saw this-
TWIST
(cuts her off)
Save the waxing lyrical, Mariah. We
got work to do.
(blinks)
Did you just say 'like'? As in
'like, totally'?
DANAYEL
(chuckles)
She's been picking a few things up,
I think.
TWIST
Right. That's it.
Twist thrusts her bags upon Danyael - he having no choice but
to take them - and begins dragging Syren away.
SYREN
Where are we going?
TWIST
You'll see.
(grins)
It's time for Phase Two.
Off that, as the others watch, Twist continues dragging Syren
away with a mischevious grin on her face, as we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
FADE IN:
11 INT. ROOM - NIGHT 11
Open on Syren's face - and pulling back, we soon realise
she's looking into a mirror, her face an expressionless blank
canvas as she stands before it.
Behind her, Twist stands and it's like something out of a
makeover show - she studying the charge before her, from look
to clothing.
TWIST
Ohhhh-kay. Hmmm. Lotta work to be
done here, I fear.
SYREN
What exactly are we doing here,
Twist?
TWIST
Well, protege, we're here because
if you are so keen on experiencing
new things, you have to start with
a new look. Out goes the willowy
island girl chic. In comes more...
elegance.
As Twist grabs Syren, we see a curtain nearby open and a
young SHOP ASSISTANT enters.
SHOP ASSISTANT
Everything okay here?
TWIST
(smiles sweetly)
Everything except the interruption.
Slightly admonished, the Shop Assistant skulks off and away.
And we cut to a top down view, it clear the room is actually
a changing room inside a quite expensive Chicago department
store, one of a row of several.
Inside their room, Twist lines Syren up before a selection of
beautiful and elegant DRESSES all hung up near several nearby
mirrors.
TWIST (cont'd)
May I present... your wardrobe!
(beat)
Yeah, I know you can't see them.
Just trust me on this, they all
kick ass.
Syren, a little uncertain of everything, is guided forward a
few steps by Twist until she approaches the first dress and
picks it up - turning to see Twist nod encouragement.
TWIST (cont'd)
Now... strip!
SYREN
What?
TWIST
(sighs)
Go back into the changing room and
try the dress on. And please don't
say I have to help you with that.
SYREN
(smiles)
I think I can manage.
As Syren disappears behind a curtain to get changed, Twist
rolls her eyes as she turns around.
TWIST
(to herself)
Working with the blind can be so
trying.
It doesn't take for Syren to emerge wearing the figure
hugging, dark blue dress - and Twist turns once she emerges.
The dress certainly suits Syren, but she stands unsure of
what she has to do.
SYREN
Do I look... okay
TWIST
(smiles; nods)
Sure.
(beat)
But we can do better.
Twist grabs a second dress, pushes it into Syren's arms and
then budges her back into the changing room.
MONTAGE:
A) Syren emerges from the curtain now dressed in a red
number, Twist standing nearby, watching. She shakes her head,
and Syren heads back behind the curtain.
B) Syren emerges dressed in a orange number.
C) And then a yellow number.
D) Followed by a green one.
E) And then a dress with black and white lines, which Twist,
now lounging with her feet up on a chair sees.
She looks horrified, and hearing her sharp intake of breath,
Syren hastily heads back behind the curtain.
F) Finally, Syren emerges and Twist quickly stands up,
looking impressed - and we see Syren now decked out in a
great burgundy number.
TWIST (cont'd)
Perfecto!
Syren smiles, glad they've found one they agree on at last,
and we cut to:
12 INT. SALON - NIGHT 12
Once again, we focus on Syren's face as she stares into a
mirror - but this time she's sitting down, and her hair is up
behind her.
We see she's sitting along a row in a busy hairdressing
salon, and behind her stands an attractive female
HAIRDRESSER, taking instructions from a nearby Twist.
TWIST
Okay, so what we're looking for is
elegance and seductiveness. But not
too much, we don't want her coming
out all slutty. Just want the
innocence gone, you know? Classy,
not hooker. Kapish?
The Hairdresser looks toward Syren for input - but Syren is
just looking a little blankly into the mirror, listening to
the sounds around her.
It's clear it's coming across as though Syren has never been
to have her hair cut before.
TWIST (cont'd)
(rolls her eyes; to
Hairdresser)
She's on-board, trust me.
And on that, Twist grabs a glossy magazine and pulls up a
seat in the waiting area.
The Hairdresser raises an eyebrow and gets to work on the
blank Syren as ordered, at which point we CUT TO:
13 EXT. STREET - NIGHT 13
Our girls emerge onto the busy Chicago street outside the
salon, and Twist turns and stands before Syren, examining
her.
And we pan up on Syren - she's wearing the gorgeous dress
that is perfect for her figure, and once we get to the face
we see the transformation.
Her hair is now up more, and curlier. Plus, she's wearing
demure, attractive but not OTT makeup. In short - she looks
stunning.
TWIST
Damn, girl! Now you almost look as
hot as me!
(grins)
In short, you're ready.
SYREN
Ready for what?
Mischievously, Twist smiles and from her pocket pulls out a
very cheap CELL PHONE, handing it to Syren.
TWIST
One of my old old OLD phones. Noah
had one of these babies when he
built the Ark.
(beat)
Anyway, this is just in case we get
split up. It's set to silent and
vibrate, but before you get too
excited... that's just because if
you're in a tricky-situation, you
don't want a sudden 'tum-tum-tiddly
tum-tum-tum-tum' blowing the cover.
(nods)
C'mon!
Twist begins to grab Syren, moving her along.
SYREN
(anxious)
So, where are we going?
TWIST
We're gonna face us some demons!
As Twist leads them off, Syren looks more anxious than ever,
as we CUT TO:
14 INT. VAN - NIGHT 14
The small rear of the team's van is crowded now as Julie,
Danyael and Diego all sit crowded around a video-phone set up
and active.
On the other end, visible through the screen, is our old
friend SANCTUS.
SANCTUS
(filtered; on screen)
... which led me to the fourth
order just outside of Azerbaijan,
but I'm afraid they had little or
no information. It was a dead end.
JULIE
So there's nothing? No leads at
all? No trace?
SANCTUS
I'm afraid not. Every lead into
Chris' whereabouts have gone
nowhere thus far.
(sighs)
It's just been dead end after dead
end.
DIEGO
Do you have any other potential
avenues to explore?
SANCTUS
(nods)
There may be one or two out there
worthy of further investigation,
yes, but...
JULIE
(finishing his thought)
... but you're not optimistic
they'll turn up anything.
A beat, as Sanctus nods slightly - a sad admission.
DANYAEL
Well, that's the kind of negativity
I know I wasn't expecting from you,
Sanctus.
SANCTUS
Not negativity, Danyael. Realism.
Danyael looks ready to say more, but Julie touches his arm,
stopping him in his tracks.
JULIE
You'll check in soon, right?
SANCTUS
(nods)
Of course. I'm not giving up yet.
Just...
(beat)
... just don't raise your hopes too
high. Unless I find some new
channels soon...
He doesn't need to finish the sentence.
DIEGO
Buena suerte, mi amigo.
SANCTUS
(slight smile)
Same to you all.
And with that, the video call feed blinks off, leaving Julie,
Diego and Danyael in momentary silence.
DANYAEL
Am I the only one thinking that
sounded like a man rapidly giving
up hope?
Diego can't answer that and looks away, while it's off
Julie's look of sadness, we CUT TO:
15 EXT. BAR - NIGHT 15
We're outside the same Chicago bar from the Teaser, which
looks just as rough on the outside as it does on the inside.
Twist approaches the front with Syren in tow - but she gets a
sense of where they are and stops.
SYREN
We're there, aren't we? The bar
where I was...
Instinctively, Syren's hand goes to the bandage on her head.
SYREN (cont'd)
(frowns)
Why have you brought me back here,
Twist?
TWIST
I thought you wanted to understand
how to survive in the world?
SYREN
I do, but...
TWIST
(touches Syren's arm)
Then trust me.
A beat, as Syren calms her anxieties and follows Twist as she
stalks off toward the door.
16 INT. BAR - NIGHT 16
The place is full to bursting of pretty much the same Redneck
patrons as before - quite a few sporting bandages and bruises
themselves.
The bar has been cleaned up, though, which Twist and Syren
both see as they enter - not really noticed by the Rednecks
all engaged in each other.
TWIST
Stay here.
Doing as ordered, Syren nervously stays by the door as Twist
snakes her way through the tables, and reaches the bar -
pushing through to reach the counter.
The same Bartender from before approaches her.
TWIST (cont'd)
What's up, Sam? I'll have a Bud.
With a stony expression, the Bartender pulls a bottle of
Budweiser from the fridge and hands it to Twist - who throws
a few dollars on the counter.
Unscrewing the top with her hand, Twist raises the bottle
towards Syren in the distance - before proceeding to down it
in one go!
It takes about thirty seconds, but Twist sinks the beer like
a pro, BELCHING in an almost lady-like fashion once the last
of it goes down.
TWIST (cont'd)
Hmmm. Tasty.
And still holding the bottle in her hand, Twist makes her way
over to the Redneck table nearest the stage which holds the
guys who started the previous fight.
The lead Redneck, a man named GAINEY, sees Twist approaching
and grins a little - he sports a black eye from the smack
Diego supplied him before.
GAINEY
(to his table)
Hey there, lookie who it ain't. One
of the girlies from last night.
All the Rednecks turn around with smug expressions as Twist
confidently makes her way over, approaching Gainey as he
stands up.
GAINEY (cont'd)
So... to what do we owe the honour
of a return visit from the leader
of the pack who handed us our
collective asses?
TWIST
I just wanted to get confirmation
on something.
(beat)
See her, by the door? The knockout
girl in the dress?
Gainey looks curious, as Twist points towards Syren.
GAINEY
Oh yeah, the singer. She was pretty
good. Did a mean Patsy Cline.
TWIST
I just wanted to know if it was
definitely you who gave her that
injury on her dainty little head.
GAINEY
(smug smile; holds hands
up)
You got me. Girlie was in the wrong
place, wrong time. But if you're
here lookin' for some revenge, I
suggest you take your pretty little
ass and-
TWIST
(finishes)
-leave?
(chuckles)
Ain't gonna happen, baumgartner!
And with that, Twist swings the Bud bottle like a club, and
SMASHES it hard into Gainey's face - and he flies back in
pain onto the table!
Quickly, the other four Rednecks stand up angrily and smash
their bottles off the table, swinging towards Twist as she
jumps onto a nearby table.
Twist avoids the attempts to slice her with the bottles, and
begins kicking any Rednecks who get too close - the entire
bar in a loud uproar at the fighting.
Heavily bloodied from his wound but conscious, Gainey gets
off the table and with an angry sneer looks towards the
bemused Syren.
GAINEY
Get her friend!!
Two of the Rednecks gunning for Twist break off, and begin
heading for Syren.
SYREN
(shouts)
Twist?! Twist, what's happening?!
Syren senses the oncoming enemy and backs up towards the
nearby wall, not the door like she should have done - she's
afraid.
SYREN (cont'd)
They're coming for me!!
TWIST
(shouts back)
Then defend yourself! Fight back!!
Twist sees the two Rednecks cornering Syren and keeps watch
as best she can as she jumps off the table with a kick that
sends one of her attackers flying.
She begins grappling with the last Redneck, while still
maintaining a Syren-watch.
And Syren backs up fully to the wall, nowhere else to go, as
the two gleeful Rednecks approach ready to mash her up.
TWIST (cont'd)
(loudly)
Fight them, Syren! Fight them!!!
On pure instinct, Syren KICKS the closest Redneck hard in the
privates, and he is winded painfully.
The second Redneck laughs a little at her gall, before
unleashing a hard PUNCH to Syren's stomach, and she doubles
up in pain.
The first, winded Redneck approaches and angrily grabs Syren
by the hair, yanking her up to face him.
REDNECK #1
I'm gonna do you some serious
damage, honey!
But before he can, with a rage boiling up in her, Syren KNEES
him again in stomach, further winding him and he loosens his
grip.
As he doubles over, Syren with a shout KICKS him hard with
her shoes in the face, and the Redneck hits the deck
unconscious and sprawled out.
The second Redneck comes as Syren, and she goes to punch him -
but he blocks it and PUNCHES her hard in the face, knocking
her against the wall.
Blood drips from Syren's nose, but she ducks as the Redneck
goes to hit her again, and instead responds with a freak
uppercut, smacking him in the face.
He goes flying back, allowing Syren to grab a glass and smash
it over his head - which finally does knock him out.
As patrons watch, Syren gets her breath - her elegant veneer
from before pretty much gone - and watches Twist expertly
slam down her last attacker.
The two girls exchange looks, Syren making her way over to
her friend, before Twist hears a loud cough coming from
Gainey.
GAINEY
We ain't done, sweet cheeks!
As Twist seems ready to bring it on, a loud CLICK is heard
and she and Syren look toward the bar - where the Bartender
now holds a sawn-off SHOTGUN!
TWIST
Uh-oh...
BARTENDER
(locks'n'loads)
I ain't havin' you damn girls mess
up my bar again!
TWIST
(to Syren)
Time to go!!
Grabbing Syren by the hand, Twist runs as all patrons,
including Gainey, duck when the Bartender begins firing shots
at the girls.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
The shotgun bullets echo behind Twist and Syren as they jump
onto a table and proceed to leap through the nearest window,
glass shattering outward as they dramatically exit the bar!
17 EXT. ALLEY - NIGHT 17
Still shaking glass off their clothing, Twist and Syren run
into a nearby darkened alleyway behind the bar they've just
escaped from.
TWIST
Woot!! What an exit! Bruce Willis
would be proud.
Syren stands and says nothing as she gets her breath back.
TWIST (cont'd)
And save a few inevitable cuts and
bruises, the dynamic duo emerge
relatively unscathed. Score one,
Team Us!
Twist laughs, but then sees Syren is sporting a heavy frown.
TWIST (cont'd)
Be happy, Toots! You just survived
your first official bar brawl!
(nods)
I knew there was a spine of steel
underneath that Little Miss
Innocent exterior.
SYREN
(upset)
Why did you do this to me?
(shakes her head)
Why did you buy me this dress? Make
me look pretty? And then bring me
here, start a fight, make me go
through this whole thing again?
(confused)
I thought you were my friend.
TWIST
Spare me the violins, it ain't
cutting any ice.
(beat)
You needed that fight.
SYREN
Needed it? Why would I need to
fight?
Twist gets right up close to Syren, determined to make her
point.
TWIST
Because rage is good, Syren.
(beat)
You always try and stay placid,
stay neutral. You won't fight
because you're afraid of unleashing
that anger you feel at the world,
at not knowing who you are, where
you came from, at what happened to-
She stops - herself struggling to mention Chris' name.
TWIST (cont'd)
But anger is inside us all. The key
is learning how to channel it into
strength when the going gets tough.
That's the key to surviving...
especially in the dark world we
inhabit every day.
(beat)
Can you understand what I'm telling
you?
A beat, as Syren thinks - and eventually she nods.
SYREN
Yes... I understand...
Twist nods, satisfied she's done her job.
TWIST
C'mon, we better get outta here in
case Wyatt Earp and his buddies
fancy a second round!
On that, Twist runs and Syren follows - but we can see fear
is still within her, the fear she can't confess to her
friend.
And once we see the girls disappear out of the alley around a
corner, we pan back across the alley and towards an emergency
exit door to the bar.
A door which crashes open, Gainey and four other Redneck
goons spilling out - and they all look mightily pissed off as
they scour the alley.
GAINEY
Scour every street. I want them
bitches found!
Two Rednecks run off either way down the alley on their
mission, leaving Gainey by the door.
He lifts his finger up to the blood that spilled from his own
head-wound after being smacked by the bottle, and dabs some
on his hand.
Gainey tastes it, and closes his eyes - before the blood has
a reaction and he opens his mouth with a gasp, revealing
fangs - he's a VAMPIRE!
Off the sight of Gainey's true form, we...
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT TWO
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