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TEASER
FADE IN:
1 INT. HOSPITAL WARD - NIGHT 1
A quiet ward, lights down low as a solitary young NURSE
strolls along, pausing to check the occasional chart.
TITLE OVER: Carson Tahoe Regional Medical Centre, Carson
City, Nevada.
The nurse arrives back at her station, settling down in her
chair and taking out a magazine. She flips to the back - and
finds the crossword filled in already.
With a SIGH, she shuts it again and glances at her watch -
another one of those nights.
She hears something SCRAPE off screen, and her head snaps
round. Squinting, she peers down the ward, but can't see
anything moving.
Shrugging it off, she leans back in her chair and reaches for
her bag, fishing out a dog-eared novel and leafing through to
her place, when she hears something SCRAPE again.
This time she stands, and with a frown peers down into the
darkness of the ward beyond.
ANGLE ON: WARD
PUSH IN slowly on the gloom spread over the rest of the ward,
over beds occupied by sleeping patients, as we cut to:
2 INT. HOSPITAL WARD - CORRIDOR - NEXT 2
The nurse pokes her head out of the ward and into a long
corridor, checking either way for the source of the noise.
Hearing the SCRAPING again, sounding like somebody dragging a
chair along the floor, she decides to go and investigate.
She paces slowly down the corridor, rubbing her arms as she
suddenly goes cold, shivering a little.
She glances over her shoulder, but there's still no-one in
sight. Turning back, she heads on.
3 INT. HOSPITAL WARD - T-JUNCTION - NEXT 3
Rounding a corner, she hears the SCRAPE again, very close by
this time, and she visibly tenses up.
Glancing round, she spots a BROOM leaning against the door to
a store room, and she instinctively grabs it.
Taking a few meek steps forward, clutching the broom tightly,
she calls out:
NURSE
Hello? Who's there?
(beat)
Hello?
SCRAPE again, this time just up ahead - whatever's making
that noise, it's about to round a corner in front of her!
The nurse rears back, raising the broom and getting ready to
defend herself, as a SHADOW falls on the opposite wall...
... and as something starts to step round the corner, the
Nurse suddenly YELLS to surprise it!
The JANITOR jumps a mile, TRIPPING over his mop and bucket
and clattering to the floor!
JANITOR
Yow! What in the...
The Nurse grimaces, wincing as the cleaner hits the floor
with a painful THUD, his mp3 player headphones popping out of
his ears.
JANITOR (cont'd)
What the hell are you doing?
NURSE
Sorry! Sorry, I'm so sorry...
She reaches down to pull him to his feet, the janitor now
dripping wet from the murky water splashed over his clothes.
JANITOR
(off spilt water)
Ah, woulda look at this mess?
NURSE
(winces again)
Sorry. I heard noises, I thought-
JANITOR
Lemme guess. New here?
NURSE
(nods)
First night shift.
JANITOR
Word to the wise, lady. Hospitals
make noises. Well, technically, the
patients make noises.
The staff just haveta train
themselves not to hear 'em.
To back up his point, the janitor pops his headphones back
in.
JANITOR (cont'd)
Any way they can.
With a last scowl, the janitor rights his bucket, gathers his
mop and starts on his way again.
The nurse turns to leave - but when she hears the SCRAPE
again, she spins round:
It's the janitor's bucket, scraping as he kicks it along the
floor. With a relieved chuckle at her own nerves, the nurse
heads back to the ward.
4 INT. HOSPITAL WARD - NEXT 4
Returning to her station, the nurse glances over the sleeping
people in the beds - and we can now see that they're all
PREGNANT WOMEN, just waiting for the big day.
She takes a seat, retrieving her novel and preparing to dive
back in:
And somebody SCREAMS!
She nearly falls out of her seat, scrambling back to her feet
and racing towards one of the beds as the WOMAN in it
continues to SCREAM at the top of her lungs.
This wakes up plenty of the other patients, who shift round
to watch as the nurse reaches the woman's side.
NURSE
Ma'am? What is it? What's wrong?
WOMAN
(breathless)
It... it was trying to kill my
baby! It wanted to hurt me, wanted
to hurt us both...
One hand protectively clutching her stomach, the near
hysterical woman rocks back and forth as the nurse presses a
hand to her forehead.
NURSE
It's alright, you're safe. You're
at the medical centre. You're fine.
The woman looks up at her with wide, fearful eyes.
NURSE (cont'd)
(reassuring)
It was just a bad dream.
The woman nods, still spooked as the nurse gently helps
settle her back down.
She glances round at the other beds, seeing that the other
women are losing interest and trying to get back to sleep.
ANGLE FROM FLOOR:
We watch as the nurse leaves the scared woman and heads back
to her desk...
... as a drop of BLOOD falls from the sheets of the next bed
along and SPLASHES on the floor before us.
ON SCENE:
The nurse is halfway back to her bed when somebody else
SCREAMS, and with a resigned sigh she turns round:
But this time, she sees several woman are all up and
shouting, pointing at one of the beds - which the nurse sees,
to her horror, is soaked with BLOOD!
She races over, reaching the bed and throwing back the sheets
as more women cry out in alarm:
And the mutilated BODY of one of the patients lies spread out
before her.
Some women SCREAM, some VOMIT, some CRY OUT and try to
clamber out of their beds, but the nurse just stands frozen
to the spot, staring with wide eyes at the grisly scene
before her.
The woman's body has been SPLIT OPEN across her belly, her
limbs twisted and broken.
The nurse's gaze is drawn to the wall just above the dead
woman's bed...
... where the number '1' has been daubed on the wall in the
victim's own blood!
BLACK OUT:
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
5 EXT. CONVENIENCE STORE CAR PARK - NIGHT 5
The BLACK VAN is parked at the far end of a car park outside
a 7-11, with the occasional car SLOSHING past on the road
alongside in the falling rain.
6 INT. CONVENIENCE STORE - NEXT 6
TWIST is browsing the shelves, grabbing various sugary snack
foods and tossing them into a basket held by the waiting
DIEGO.
Diego takes a bag of jelly sweets out and peers at them,
bemused.
DIEGO
Explain to me again why you wanted
to get more of these... things?
TWIST
I told you, sweet tooth.
DIEGO
And yet, you do not need to eat.
TWIST
I'm a complicated girl.
DIEGO
So I'm discovering.
Twist tosses yet more candy into the basket, and Diego looks
up over the shelves to see DANYAEL stocking up on booze.
TWIST (O.S.)
Diego?
DIEGO
Hmm?
He turns back to see Twist staring at him with a raised
eyebrow.
DIEGO (cont'd)
What?
TWIST
I hope you're not thinking about
asking Danyael any more questions
about... stuff.
DIEGO
Don't worry, I think I already know
what his answer would be.
TWIST
Good. Because talking about stuff
only leads to more... stuff. And
before you know it, everybody's
talking about stuff, and everyone
knows everyone else's stuff, and
more... stuff happens.
(beat)
You get me?
DIEGO
Only very occasionally.
TWIST
Near enough.
(nods toward counter)
Let's go.
She steers towards the counter, passing SYREN, who seems
entranced by the aroma wafting off a self-service hot dog
dispenser.
TWIST (cont'd)
You okay there, diva?
SYREN
This smell, I've... I've never
known anything like it. What kind
of animal are they cooking here?
TWIST
Depends which state you're in.
Twist heads on to the counter, nodding for Diego to start
unloading the basket full of goodies. The bored SALES CLERK
starts running the items through the register as Danyael
joins them. Diego reacts at the haul of booze Danyael has
collected.
DIEGO
You can't possibly drink all that,
Danyael!
DANYAEL
Not all at once, no. This is gonna
last me at least a couple of-
DIEGO
Weeks?
DANYAEL
Days.
Diego shakes his head disapprovingly.
TWIST
Never mind him. He's all Zen when
it comes to luxuries.
DIEGO
I just don't understand the
obsession you two seem to have with
polluting your bodies.
TWIST
Because we know we can get away
with it.
Twist hands over a wad of one-dollar notes to pay for her
stash, which the clerk SIGHS at exasperatedly before
laboriously starting to count them out.
Danyael sets down his basket with a series of CLINKS, and as
Twist tears open a packet of gummi bears he a handful for
himself.
DANYAEL
Besides, who the hell else is going
to take care of our needs? Maybe
you ought to try letting your hair
down once in a while?
DIEGO
My hair is fine just the way it is.
Twist rolls her eyes, still chewing as she collects her bags
and heads for the automatic doors, and we cut to:
7 INT. BLACK VAN - NEXT 7
JULIE is asleep in the driver's seat, dozing as rain washes
down across the windows.
PUSH IN on Julie as she starts to shift restlessly, her brow
creasing - she's having some kind of bad dream.
Her head moves round for a few more beats, whatever dream
she's having getting worse:
And a KNOCK-KNOCK on the van's window wakes her up with a
jolt!
JULIE
Chris! No!!
She blinks, startled, and looks round to see a soaking wet
Twist frantically gesturing for her to open the door.
Rubbing her eyes, Julie leans across and opens the passenger
door, letting Twist clamber in as the others pile into the
back of the van.
TWIST
Man! It's coming down like the Last
Flood arrived early out there!
She SHAKES herself dry, trying to wring her hair out.
TWIST (cont'd)
Were you asleep?
JULIE
No, no, just... just dozing.
Still waking herself up, Julie rubs her eyes again as Twist
gets started on her second bag of candy, picking up a Walkman
sized object on the dashboard.
TWIST
What's this?
JULIE
(snatches it back)
Fragile, is what it is.
TWIST
Jeez, I was only asking!
JULIE
(sighs)
Sorry. Didn't mean to snap. It's an
EMF receiver.
(off Twist's look)
Electromagnetic frequencies. It's
something I've been working on to
help us locate sources of magical
energy, kind of like tuning in a
radio station.
TWIST
Huh. Cool. Does it work?
JULIE
(beat)
Not yet.
Julie's cell phone RINGS, and it takes her a moment to locate
it and fish it out of her pocket.
JULIE (cont'd)
(into phone)
Hello?
(listens)
Jane! How are you doing?
Yeah, it's been, what, six years?
How are you?
(listens)
A reporter? That bad, huh?
(laughs)
Sorry. Couldn't resist.
Julie listens to the other side of the call, her smile fading
at what she hears. She turns to glance at the others.
JULIE (cont'd)
Uh, yeah, yeah, we could probably
get there in a few hours, I don't
think we're too far away.
(listens)
Okay, right. See you soon.
She hangs up, tucking her phone away and starting the van.
JULIE (cont'd)
That was Jane Nouvelles, old friend
of mine from back when I was still
living in Chicago. Says she needs
my help with something.
TWIST
And by 'my' help, you mean 'our'
help, right?
Julie shoots her a look to say yes, that's what she means.
TWIST (cont'd)
So where are we headed?
JULIE
Carson City.
Julie drops the van into gear and pulls away, and we cut to:
8 EXT. CARSON CITY - NIGHT 8
With the STORM still rumbling overhead and pelting the city
below with rain, a quick bird's eye view of downtown Carson
City before we cut to:
9 EXT. CARSON TAHOE REGIONAL MEDICAL CENTRE - NIGHT 9
The front entrance to the hospital is a hive of activity - as
well as the standard traffic of ambulances and vehicles,
there are several POLICE CARS parked up here.
The van is parked across the street, with Julie and Danyael
sheltering beneath umbrellas as they head towards a woman
waiting on the corner, also holding an umbrella.
JULIE
Still hanging around on street
corners at three am?
WOMAN
(without turning round)
Takes one to know one.
She turns to face them as they walk up, and Julie greets her
with a smile - this is JANE. A glamorous-looking black woman
with long, curly hair, she leans forward to embrace Julie.
JANE
Good to see you again, Kingston.
JULIE
You too, Nouvelles. This is my
friend, Danyael.
Jane offers her hand, and Danyael shakes it.
JANE
One of the vampires, right?
Danyael and Julie exchange a surprised look.
JANE (cont'd)
I'm a reporter, remember?
DANYAEL
Yeah, but...
JANE
Don't take it personal. I just did
a little checking up on Jules
before I called her. Wanted to make
sure she was the right girl for the
job.
JULIE
Seeing as I'm standing here, I'm
guessing I am.
JANE
You wanna go somewhere out of the
rain so I can fill you in on what's
going on?
Julie motions for Jane to lead the way, and we cut to:
10 INT. DINER - NIGHT 10
In a cafe across the street from the Medical Centre, Twist,
Diego and Syren are in the background ordering drinks as
Danyael and Julie sit at a table with Jane.
She pushes a crime scene photograph discretely across the
table, and Julie peers at it.
JULIE
How'd you get this?
(off Jane's look)
Right, never mind.
DANYAEL
Yikes. Looks like whatever did this
wanted to make sure it left an
impression.
JANE
It also butchered a healthy, twenty
eight year old woman in the middle
of a prenatal ward without making a
sound.
JULIE
Angry spirit?
JANE
Could be. That's less my area of
expertise.
JULIE
Come on, Jane, we've both seen
enough together to know what kinds
of things are hiding out there.
DANYAEL
You have?
JULIE
Jane got swept up in my big crusade
to learn more about the paranormal
when we were working together.
JANE
Used to be a nurse at Cook County.
JULIE
She got jumped by a vampire one
night, I saved her, and ever since
then we've been on the same road.
JANE
Not exactly. You're the one roaming
the country taking out the bad
guys. I just write the news.
JULIE
Jane also helps out people like us
when they pass through town,
keeping them in the loop and doing
some freelance researching on the
side.
DANYAEL
A regular Veronica Mars of the
supernatural, huh? That why you
left the hospital?
JANE
That, and... other stuff.
They pause as Twist and the others return, distributing
coffees and drinks across the table and sitting down. Twist,
naturally, has herself a slice of lime pie.
TWIST
So! What are we here to kill, and
how many tentacles does it have?
(off Jane's look)
There's always tentacles.
Twist sips her drink as Jane glances round, making sure
nobody's listening before leaning closer.
JANE
Earlier this evening, some time
around eight o'clock, a girl named
Kelly Parker was found murdered in
her hospital bed. She'd been
cracked open like a walnut, half
the bones in her body broken... and
her unborn baby ripped straight out
of her.
Danyael COUGHS, spraying foam over Twist, who scowls.
SYREN
(pales)
What would do that?
DIEGO
Plenty of creatures consider human
infants a delicacy. In fact, the
younger, the better.
Twist glances down at the slice of pie before her - then s
pushes it away.
JANE
All we've got so far is this.
She points to the photo again, tapping her finger on the
number painted on the wall.
JANE (cont'd)
Don't know the significance yet,
but I'm hoping this doesn't mean
she was the first of many.
DIEGO
Not while we're here.
JANE
(raises eyebrow)
Handsome and focused?
TWIST
And taken.
Jane chuckles, taking out her notepad and scribbling down
some details.
JANE
Here's my cell and home phone, and
the number for some guys I know who
help me out with this kind of
thing.
JULIE
Anyone we know?
JANE
Doubt it. They're kind of low-key.
Jane drains the last of her drink and gathers up her bag.
JULIE
Off already?
JANE
I'm gonna try and get back into the
hospital ward again.
SYREN
To look for more clues?
JANE
(nods)
There's got to be something that'll
help us work out what's behind this
in there. Something the regular
police wouldn't know to look for.
Julie looks out the diner's windows as an AMBULANCE roars
past, siren blaring.
JULIE
Actually...
(turns to others)
... I think I have a plan.
She grins, and we cut to:
11 INT. MEDICAL CENTRE - MORGUE - NIGHT 11
BOOM. The swing doors to the morgue are pushed open by an
ORDERLY, wheeling in a gurney. A BODY in a zip-up white bag
lies on the gurney, and the orderly is followed by a second,
pushing another gurney.
They approach the MORGUE ATTENDANT, a chubby middle-aged guy,
who peers at the approaching orderlies over his glasses.
ATTENDANT
I wasn't expecting anyone down
here.
ORDERLY
These two just came in. Students,
found dead in their digs from
carbon monoxide poisoning. DOA.
ATTENDANT
Hmm. That's one faulty heater they
won't have to worry about any
more...
The Orderly passes over a clipboard with the paperwork, and
as the Attendant peers down it, he approaches the first body
bag, UNZIPPING it.
He pulls the flaps back to reveal Twist, her eyes closed and
looking to all the world like a standard dead body.
The Attendant heads to the second and unzips it to show
Danyael, playing possum as well.
ATTENDANT (cont'd)
Who signed for this?
He scans down the clipboard, reading:
ATTENDANT (cont'd)
A Doctor... Isobel Stevens? Never
heard of her.
ORDERLY
Someone in a white coat points to
the gurneys, says to bring 'em down
here, then that's what I do. They
don't pay me enough to ask
questions.
The Attendant doesn't look too happy about the intrusion, but
with a nod dismisses the two orderlies. He heads back into
his office, closing the door behind him.
A beat - and then Twist slowly rises from the gurney,
checking round to make sure she's not being observed.
TWIST
Psst! Spook! Wake up!
DANYAEL
(still lying down)
I'm not asleep.
Twist swings her legs round and hops off the gurney, NUDGING
him to get him moving.
TWIST
Same diff. C'mon, let's go before
that morgue guy comes back.
Twist heads for the exit, poking her head out into the
corridor to check the coast is clear as Danyael disentangles
himself from his body bag.
12 INT. MEDICAL CENTRE - CORRIDOR - NEXT 12
Leaving the morgue behind, the two make tracks for the main
part of the hospital, pausing as they reach a stack of
SIGNPOSTS, each one pointing towards a different department.
TWIST
What do you reckon?
DANYAEL
I'll take security. May be able to
find some CCTV feeds of the attack.
TWIST
Won't the cops have those?
DANYAEL
Maybe, hopefully there's a backup.
TWIST
Ah, good thinking, Batman! I'll
head for the ward and take a sniff
around.
The two split up and head their separate ways, and we cut to:
13 INT. MEDICAL CENTRE - MORGUE - NEXT 13
The Attendant heads back out of his office, clipboard in hand
as he sips a cup of coffee with the other - and then he
freezes.
His coffee slips from his hand and SMASHES on the floor as he
stares, dumbfounded, at the two vacant gurneys, and from his
look of shock we cut to:
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