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24 INT. HOSPITAL CORRIDOR - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 24
The blinds that give way to a private hospital room inside
which Solomon now lies asleep in a bed, linked up to a mesh
of machinery sustaining him.
Across from the window, in an almost empty corridor,
Charlotte sits and stares at the room - she looks pained with
worry.
Chris soon appears nearby, handing her a fresh coffee.
CHRIS
Drink this. You'll feel better.
He perches himself next to Charlotte as she smiles weakly,
taking the coffee in her hands.
CHRIS (cont'd)
(after a beat)
You should try not to worry. The
doctors will take good care of him.
(nods)
Solomon is fully human. Human
medicine can cure whatever ailment
has overcome him.
As she sips the coffee, Charlotte stops and reacts at 'fully
human'. She looks at Chris with confusion.
CHARLOTTE
What do you mean, 'fully human'?
(shakes her head)
What else is there?
She's got him there, and Chris knows it. He looks away,
realising his mistake.
CHARLOTTE (cont'd)
I mean... I understand and accept
the existence of magic and the
people who can use it, but... are
you telling me there's more?
CHRIS
(sighs)
A lot more.
Beat. Chris then turns and faces the confused Charlotte -
seemingly going for broke.
CHRIS (cont'd)
When you look at me, you see a man.
But what lies underneath is... far
worse. My true nature is my
greatest strength, and my greatest
weakness. And it is something I
spend every day of my existence
striving to rid myself of.
Charlotte still looks confused - so Chris opens his mouth,
and slowly a pair of vampiric INCISORS begin making
themselves known, the perfect weapons for a feeding attack.
Seeing this, Charlotte gasps in a mix of wonder and horror.
CHARLOTTE
You're a... a vampire?
CHRIS
(nods)
I was Turned a long time ago now.
The life I had was ripped from me.
And now I spend my days looking for
a way to make myself more than...
something in between man and
monster. That's my grail,
Charlotte.
(beat)
And now you know... now you know
who I truly am.
He looks away, fully expecting her to baulk in horror at the
admission.
However, to his surprise, Charlotte reaches out and grasps
his hand with her fingertips.
CHARLOTTE
It's not what a person was, it's
who they are, and what they want to
become.
(beat)
And the Chris Berkeley I know is a
good man.
Chris slowly looks at her, seeing Charlotte's beautiful
smile, experiencing a reaction he very rarely ever has. He
smiles at her emotionally, a whisker away from tears.
And we see him squeeze Charlotte's hand that touches his. Off
that moment of tenderness, we CUT TO:
25 INT. DARK CORRIDOR - NIGHT 25
A very gloomy passageway, down which three burly Devas
Security Guards - one of whom now bears a broken nose - are
leading a captured Chris and Danyael down. Both have their
hands secured behind their backs.
Eventually, they reach a large IRON DOOR. The punched Guard
knocks on it in a pattern - and the door unlocks.
GUARD
(holds the door handle)
Say hello to your future, boys.
He pulls open the door and watches with a satisfied grin as
both Chris and Danyael are pushed inside - after their hand
restraints are removed.
26 INT. PRISON FACILITY 26
The iron door slams as Danyael turns toward it, hearing it
lock behind them.
DANYAEL
Guess we're gonna need that escape
route, after all.
Not getting a response, Danyael turns and his mouth gapes a
little as he sees what Chris is already staring at.
We PAN AROUND to show a huge, several storey underground
prison facility before them, where demons of all shapes and
sizes are incarcerated.
DANYAEL (cont'd)
Whoa! Welcome to Alcatraz!
CHRIS
Very clever. You've got to hand it
to the Devas. Who would suspect
their much-feared prison lies
directly under their most valuable
casino? Everything in one place.
DANYAEL
If that's true, then shouldn't take
us long to find our target.
Chris nods, and begins scanning around the facility - until
his eyes fix on a metallic STAIRWELL a few hundred yards
away.
CHRIS
You're so right.
(points to the stairwell)
There.
Danyael looks and sees a figure making their way almost
regally down the stairwell, wearing a hybrid of prison
clothes and a long robe, face partly disguised by a thick
grey beard and scraggy hair.
CHRIS (cont'd)
That's him. That's Volder Laam.
We see VOLDER LAAM step from the stairwell, flanked by two
other cons, carefully making his way through the facility.
And off Chris' stony look of darkness upon clasping eyes on
him, we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
27 INT. SAFE HOUSE - NIGHT 27
The door opens and Julie makes her way inside - carrying
several bags of supplies with her.
She finds Diego sitting at the table near the door, still on
guard duty.
DIEGO
You have been gone some time.
JULIE
I know. Thought someone may have
tailed me from the mall, so I
doubled back. Four times.
(sighs)
I might just be getting too
paranoid in my old age.
DIEGO
Well, before you enquire, we've had
no inkling of Trinity activity or
presence, but Twist and Naomi
reported in.
JULIE
And?
DIEGO
Chris and Danyael were successful.
Made it inside. The prison facility
is beneath the casino it turns out.
(off Julie's look of
surprise)
Our girls are surveilling the
casino and readying equipment for
the extraction.
JULIE
(nods)
Okay.
It's at that point something else dawns on her, as she looks
around.
JULIE (cont'd)
So, where's Syren?
Diego takes a beat, before slowly pointing at the secure door
he's guarding and as Julie realises she's in with the
prisoner, we CUT TO:
28 INT. ROOM - NEXT 28
On a chair not far from the door, Syren sits directly across
from Charlotte - still chained to her chair, now wearing a
calm, collected but expressionless look on her face. She
doesn't make eye contact.
A beat. Syren has her head tilted to one side. Listening.
SYREN
(finally)
He saved me. Chris.
(beat)
Before he entered my life, I was
alone. I had no one. Nothing. I
didn't even truly know who I was.
Not even my name.
(slightly proud)
My name is Lyra. Lyra Morley. And I
have Chris to thank for helping set
me on the path to finding that out.
Charlotte doesn't betray a flicker, still not looking at
Syren.
SYREN (cont'd)
Then, when we lost him... when I
lost him, it felt as though I had
lost part of myself. Despite the
fact I knew he would come back to
us, I feared that part of me would
remain lost forever. Searching for
the man I once knew. That man who
saved me. That man I owe everything
to.
(beat; sighs)
I didn't come in here, Charlotte,
to find out about the Trinity, or
whatever plans you have. What I
want from you, all... I want from
you, is one thing.
Beat. Syren hopes for some sign of response from Charlotte,
but still gets nothing.
SYREN (cont'd)
To know if you ever felt the same
way about Chris all those years
ago, as I do right now.
(shakes her head)
Did you?
(beat)
Do you?
Still nothing. One might think Charlotte isn't even
listening.
A long beat. Syren waits - then sighs, she knows nothing is
coming. She gets up and approaches the door - but stops and
turns.
SYREN (cont'd)
You have a chance, here and now, to
make your peace with Chris over
whatever happened between you
before. And regardless of what
happens next... you should take it.
On that, Syren opens the door and departs.
As she slams the door tight closed behind her, Charlotte's
eyes turn towards the door in the wake of her exit - she was
listening, and off that flicker of interest as she considers
the words, we CUT TO:
29 INT. TRAINING ROOM - FLASHBACK 29
And we're in the middle of a sparring match - both Chris and
Charlotte furiously coming at each other with WOODEN STICKS,
unleashing a flurry of blows and combinations as they whirl
around the room.
CHRIS
Keep your guard up!
(more fighting)
Turn into the strike. Don't
hesitate!
The sparring continues - Chris confidently battling, while
the less experienced Charlotte expends her energy.
CHARLOTTE
(between strikes)
I don't... see... the point... of
all this!
After a tirade of blows, they break off and begin circling
each other, waiting for the next flurry.
CHRIS
Magic is a great skill. But
wielding it means very little
without the power to fight without
it.
Charlotte smiles, and comes at Chris with another series of
blows, which he easily begins defending from.
CHARLOTTE
(between blows;
flirtatious)
So... am I improving... under
your... tutelage?
Chris continues defending, but Charlotte is edging him up
towards the wall.
CHRIS
Let's just say... I think we've
only just scratched the surface of
what we can do together.
Charlotte laughs a little as she manages to pin Chris - he
obviously letting her get the advantage - up the wall.
Beat. Before Charlotte KISSES him, Chris fully into it too -
it's brief, but passionate. And obviously not the first time
it's happened.
Chris spins around and quickly pins Charlotte now to the wall
- kissing her with equal passion.
She uses the opportunity to sweep his feet from under him,
and Chris hits the deck. Laughing, Charlotte jumps on top of
him. They continue kissing.
CHARLOTTE
(between kisses)
Let's get away from all of this. No
outsiders. Just me and you.
(beat)
I've seen this cottage for rent.
It's remote. Remote enough for us
not to be disturbed.
Chris stops the kissing after hearing this, watching
Charlotte's reaction to his reaction.
CHRIS
Oh, I'm tempted. But...
CHARLOTTE
(nods)
You're thinking of Solomon.
CHRIS
We can't just leave him. Not in his
condition.
CHARLOTTE
The doctors said there have been
encouraging signs lately. They may
soon be able to bring him out of
the induced coma.
(beat)
He wouldn't want us to stop living,
Chris. He'd encourage the two of
us.
Chris knows she's right, and sees Charlotte looking at him -
almost pleading. A long beat - and then he nods.
CHRIS
Okay.
Charlotte smiles broadly and kisses him further, she and
Chris locked together deep and passionate. Off the sight of
them ensconsed, we CUT TO:
30 INT. PRISON FACILITY - DAY 30
A hive of demonic scum and villainy, filled with swarthy
creatures who intermittently break out into fighting one
another, with no attempt made to police them by the Devas
GUARDS who patrol.
We PAN ACROSS this vista until we rest on Chris and Danyael,
well and truly keeping their heads down as they hover behind
one of their stairwells - monitoring a CELL a few metres
across from them.
DANYAEL
Don't know anyone can call that a
cell. By the looks of it, it's more
like a penthouse apartment.
(beat)
Just without the view.
We can see as they do, the cell door open giving way to an
extremely spacious dwelling beyond - Laam passing our field
of vision as he walks across by the door, obvious of being
surveilled.
As he disappears, a burly CON with horns protruding from his
head exits the room, head still bowed in deference.
DANYAEL (cont'd)
And that's the fifth con to leave
empty handed in the last two hours
after making a delivery to Laam.
I'm not even counting the three
Devas guards who've done the same.
CHRIS
It's the classic scenario of a
prisoner running his jail from the
inside. His skill with dark magic
gives him power, which the others
must fear.
DANYAEL
So he's like a supernatural Noel
Coward in the 'Italian Job'?
(beat)
The original, good one, I mean.
Chris looks at him blankly.
DANYAEL (cont'd)
(shrugs)
Guess you never went to the movies
in the '60's. Or ever, thinking
about it.
(beat; moving on)
Anyway, what's our game plan?
CHRIS
From what I can tell, Laam has
numerous invisible protective
barrier spells protecting his cell
from unwanted visitors. We'll need
to counteract that dark magic
before we can just walk in.
DANYAEL
How do we do that?
CHRIS
Leave me to worry about that.
(beat)
I just hope that Twist and Naomi
are playing their end correctly.
CUT TO:
31 EXT. STREET OUTSIDE CASINO - DAY 31
We FOCUS ON a quite rickety, ageing rented black VAN with
tinted windows that is parked in the casino car park.
32 INT. VAN - NEXT 32
As Naomi sits operating a LAPTOP in the rear, Twist is
zipping up two large bags as she holds a cell phone to her
ear. Both are dressed in black jumpsuits - and nursing a few
injuries from their fight in the form of surface cuts and
bruises.
TWIST
Yeah, everything's cool. The
equipment is ready. We're gonna set
up once Mrs. Norton has an exact
fix on Chris and Spook's position.
(beat)
Though I want it on record, Jules,
that Twist is not happy at having
to infiltrate through a sewer.
Period.
(beat)
Sure, we'll let you know how it
goes. Alright. Later.
She cuts the call and finishes loading the bags near her,
approaching Naomi and the laptop.
TWIST (cont'd)
Anything yet?
NAOMI
Still trying to cut through all
this magical interference. This
heat-sensing technology is way too
cool for school.
(beat)
Where did Julie get all this?
TWIST
I don't ask. She don't tell.
(looks at laptop screen)
Are the comms still down? Would
help if Chris could just tell us
where they were.
NAOMI
(shakes her head)
Devas have put up numerous barriers
across the bowels of the facility.
We're never getting a message
through. Best we can hope is to
pinpoint a position.
TWIST
(nods)
Then step to it, sister. Father
O'Time is tickin'.
As Twist moves off to another part of the van, Naomi
continues working at the laptop as we CUT TO:
33 INT. SAFE HOUSE - NIGHT 33
Sitting at the table in a moment of meditation, Diego opens
his eyes as Julie approaches - pocketing her cell as she
does.
JULIE
Just spoke with Twist. They're
tracking Chris and Danny now.
Hopefully we'll have Laam soon.
DIEGO
(nods)
Bueno.
As he goes back to meditation, Julie spots Syren sitting a
little way to the side, in thought. She approaches, pulls up
a chair next to her.
A beat. Syren says nothing, though has noticed she's there.
JULIE
(finally)
You want to talk about why you went
in to see her? Charlotte?
Syren says nothing.
JULIE (cont'd)
Was it about Chris?
SYREN
(beat)
I just wanted to know what Chris
can't bear to say, or admit. If
Charlotte cared for him in the way
I...
(looks at Julie)
... that we do.
A little embarrassed, Julie looks away for a moment - knows
what Syren is getting at.
JULIE
So what did she say?
SYREN
(shakes her head)
She said nothing. But she didn't
have to.
(worried)
I think she still loves him.
JULIE
And you're afraid those feelings
may be reciprocated?
It's off Syren silence that Julie infers a 'yes' to that
statement.
JULIE (cont'd)
Syren, if Charlotte ever did mean
anything to Chris, I am sure those
are feelings long since dead.
Off Syren's uncertain expression, we CUT TO:
34 INT. PRIVATE ROOM - HOSPITAL - FLASHBACK 34
The sight of Solomon, still lying in his hospital bed hooked
up to machines, in his induced coma it seems.
Chris enters the room, carrying a thick BOOK under his arm.
CHRIS
Hello, old friend.
Closing the door, Chris heads over and sits next to Solomon's
bed, looking at him. Beat.
CHRIS (cont'd)
I bought you a book for when you
wake. Foucault's Occult Reference.
Got a rare edition from one of
those 'special' London bookshops
only a few of us know about.
(smiles)
This is the kind of reading I know
you live for.
Chris places the book on the bedside table, his smile fading
as he regards Solomon.
CHRIS (cont'd)
I spoke to the doctors. They said
that upturn you took has reversed,
and they don't understand why. Nor
do I, I mean you were always in
such good shape, especially for
your age. Better shape than me, at
times.
He sighs, shakes his head. Beat.
CHRIS (cont'd)
(smiles)
There's something else I should
probably tell you. Charlotte and I,
we're... together. I never thought
this would happen to me again. That
I'd ever feel this way.
(nods)
I have you to thank that I met her,
and I'll always be grateful.
He hopes for some flicker from Solomon, but there's of course
nothing.
CHRIS (cont'd)
She's rented us a country cottage
for the weekend. I wanted to let
you know, I owe you that.
(beat)
But because we may not be here,
doesn't mean you won't be in our
thoughts.
Still nothing from Solomon. Chris looks dismayed. He stands.
CHRIS (cont'd)
I'll come and see you again soon,
old friend. We both will.
But it's as Chris goes to walk away from the bed, that
suddenly Solomon's hand jerks up and clamps onto his wrist
hard!
Surprised, Chris turns to see Solomon has somehow emerged
from his coma. He's awake, albeit very weak, and gasping for
air.
CHRIS (cont'd)
Solomon! My God!
(calls)
Nurse?! Nurse!!
He looks at his friend, who begins pulling Chris toward him.
SOLOMON
(between gasps)
I was... I was... poisoned...
CHRIS
(confused)
What?
SOLOMON
A toxin... dark... magic...
(gasps heavily)
Only one... person could... have
done... this... to me...
Immediately, Chris knows what he's suggesting.
CHRIS
(shakes his head)
No. No.
SOLOMON
Ch... Charlotte...
CHRIS
No! It makes no sense. Why would
Charlotte want to kill you?
SOLOMON
(struggling)
For... for Volder... Laam...
At that moment, Solomon collapses back on the bed as his
machine BEEPS wildly - before FLATLINING completely.
A DOCTOR and two NURSES rush in with a crash cart, pushing
the horrified Chris aside.
He can do little except watch as the medical staff begin
using the defribulator on Solomon as he arrests.
Chris realises what's about to happen as the machine
continues to flatline, at which point we CUT TO:
35 INT. SEWER SYSTEM - NIGHT 35
Splashing water as Naomi lands after jumping from a higher
area, soon followed by Twist - who lands an immediately sighs
loudly.
TWIST
And that's a perfectly good pair of
Versace boots, ruined!
She pads on through a low-roofed, dingy, smelly and watery
sewer passage adjoining underneath the casino.
We see Naomi is holding her laptop open as she walks, using
the heat-seeking tech.
NAOMI
Serves you right for wearing
something that nice to come down
here. And anyway, I'm sure they
were just knock-offs.
TWIST
Yeah, I saw your wardrobe and
thought I'd try and be just like
you!
Naomi stops and turns, shining her flashlight in Twist's
face.
NAOMI
You know, I'm surprised so many
people warm to you, Twist. I've
known snowmen that thaw to people
quicker.
TWIST
Not 'people,' toots. Just you.
NAOMI
Sad thing, jealousy.
TWIST
(scoffs)
Whatever.
(beat)
The only thing about you I'm
jealous of right now is that you
smell less like a rotting fish than
I do.
She sighs, smelling her clothing and gagging.
TWIST (cont'd)
Ugh! Are we there yet?
NAOMI
Almost. The most highly
concentrated section of magical
interference should be right...
She trails off, turning a corner, and approaching a section
of wall.
NAOMI (cont'd)
... here.
TWIST
(looks at the unremarkable
wall)
Here?
NAOMI
(nods)
Here.
Twist steps forward, examining the wall closer as Naomi
watches.
TWIST
(turns to her)
Then let's get this party started
with a bang.
As Naomi closes the laptop, Twist drops the bags she's been
carrying and they both unzip them - pulling out several
indiscriminate mechanical devices, as we CUT TO:
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