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TEASER
FADE IN:
1 INT. HOSPITAL WARD - DAY 1
It may be the middle of the day, but you'd never know to look
outside.
Through the windows, a tremendous THUNDERSTORM rages on,
battering the landscape with howling wind and rain. The
clouds have an eerie green tint to them, bathing the
surrounding area in sickly light.
The ward itself is dark and silent. Patients lie in their
beds, sleeping peacefully, but there's no sign of any staff.
A FLASHLIGHT shines across the scene as a pair of shadowy
figures make their way down the ward, the beam flashing
across the sleeping patients....
... until it comes to rest on a NURSE, sprawled on the floor.
The beam pans up to find more doctors and nurses, young and
old, lain across the floor all over the ward.
CHRIS crouches into frame, checking the nurse's pulse and
turning her over. She's picked up a bruise from her fall, but
otherwise seems to be just sound asleep.
Chris looks up, his flashlight finding DIEGO as he checks
other nurses but gets the same results.
The only sounds are from the storm outside - and then
FOOTSTEPS as someone approaches. Chris turns.
His beam highlights TWIST, who looks pretty dejected as she
shakes her head.
CHRIS
Nothing?
TWIST
Everyone's the same. Every ward.
Chris stands, nodding to Diego.
CHRIS
There's nothing more we can do
here.
He leads the way back towards the exit, and we CUT TO:
2 EXT. HOSPITAL - DAY 2
The raging storm batters the trio as they hurry down the
front steps and across the car park.
More PEOPLE lie awkwardly on the ground as they pass, more
still are asleep at the wheels of their cars - some of which
have CRASHED into others and nearby buildings.
ALARM BELLS from various sources ring out through the
deafening wind, but not a single human voice can be heard.
PULL BACK as the team reach their battered van, clambering
inside to escape the rain, our view rising into the air.
From up here, the scale of this contagion is clear - we're in
the middle of what should be a busy part of town, but there's
not a sign of life anywhere.
Cars, ambulances and other vehicles are strewn across the
road, and bodies lie indiscriminately around them.
3 INT. VAN - NEXT 3
Chris, Diego and Twist shake their coats dry as Diego manages
to force the rusty sliding door back into place.
SYREN looks round from the driver's seat, noticeably pale and
weary.
SYREN
Did you find anyone?
TWIST
Plenty of people, yeah. Just nobody
actually awake.
Syren sighs, resting her head against the chair.
CHRIS
How are you feeling?
SYREN
Sick. My head's pounding and I can
barely move. I feel like I'm deep
underwater, pressure crushing me on
every side.
TWIST
Could be worse.
(off Chris' glare)
What? It could!
(beat)
Probably.
Chris rummages through a bag on the van's floor, taking out a
rumpled map and spreading it out across the inside wall.
The map is covered with dozens of red crosses, circles and
lines. Chris takes out a red marker and adds a fresh cross.
CHRIS
That's five locations in a row
already quarantined because of
this.
DIEGO
And no sign of anyone unaffected.
TWIST
Except us.
CHRIS
We're okay on account of not being
a hundred per cent human.
He throws a meaningful glance at Diego.
CHRIS (cont'd)
Any of us.
TWIST
So by that logic, there's got to be
some vamp crews hiding out
somewhere in all this, right?
CHRIS
So you'd think, only without
Danyael we're going to have a hard
time contacting any of them.
Chris looks round. Twist's demeanour has become much more
sullen at the mention of Danyael's name.
CHRIS (cont'd)
We're going to find him.
She nods, trying to stay positive, as Chris clambers back
into the driver's seat and starts the engine.
SYREN
Where to next?
CHRIS
Seattle's our next stop, it's one
of the few cities currently
untouched by the storm.
TWIST
And it's Naomi's home town.
A beat. Chris looks round at Twist, both of them having the
same thought.
TWIST (cont'd)
You don't think...
CHRIS
It's our best lead yet.
Chris CRUNCHES the resisting gear stick into first, and we
cut outside to:
4 EXT. STREET - NEXT 4
Wipers on against the torrents of rain, the van starts on its
way, weaving carefully around the scattered cars and bodies
covering the street.
PAN UP to take in the stormy skies overhead as another CRACK
of thunder rings out, and MATCH CUT TO:
5 INT. WAREHOUSE - OFFICE - DAY 5
The same stormy skies as we PULL BACK to find DANYAEL staring
out from inside an office suite at the clouds.
A flash of LIGHTNING makes him flinch, and he turns away from
the window to head for the door.
6 INT. WAREHOUSE - UPPER LEVEL - NEXT 6
Danyael steps out onto a walkway running round the interior
of a sparse, abandoned warehouse. A pulsing RED GLOW lights
the place up every few beats.
He moves to the edge and looks out across the floor below -
dozens of TRINITY WARRIORS mill back and forth, some moving
crates of supplies while others attend to what look like
oversized BARRELS, which are the source of the light.
Everything is being loaded up into the backs of waiting
trucks, the entire Trinity operation on the move again.
NAOMI (O.S.)
It's really something, isn't it?
He turns as NAOMI walks towards him. Danyael's knuckles
tighten around the edge of the walkway railing.
DANYAEL
Sure is. Not every day I get a
front seat for the end of the
world. Not from the other side,
anyway.
NAOMI
(rolls eyes)
Why do you have to keep calling us
that?
DANYAEL
I call 'em like I see 'em.
She moves in a little closer.
NAOMI
That's actually what I wanted to
see you about.
(beat)
I want to show you something.
DANYAEL
(turns away)
I've seen enough.
NAOMI
Trust me, this will -
DANYAEL
(snaps)
Don't you get it? I don't care! You
can show me anything, tell me
anything, but it won't make any
difference! I'll never see things
the way you do! Ever!
Danyael looks away in disgust. Naomi bows her head.
NAOMI
That's what I thought you'd say.
And she suddenly CLAMPS something against Danyael's neck! He
YELLS in pain, stumbling to the floor and WRITHING in pain.
DANYAEL
Get it off... get it off me!
NAOMI
I'm sorry, Danny, but this is the
only way I can make you see!
Danyael's struggles die down as his strength ebbs away.
DANYAEL
What... you... what have you...
He wilts, his head hitting the floor. Naomi winces and goes
to his side, rolling him over a little. A strange GOLDEN
AMULET is latched onto his neck.
Naomi reaches into her pocket - and brings out a second
AMULET! She stares at it, steeling herself to use it on her
own neck, and we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
7 EXT. HIGHWAY - DAY 7
The team are speeding down an empty highway in their latest
vehicle, another tatty old van that looks a few miles from
the scrapyard.
The storm hasn't reached this far, but the dark skies
indicate it's only a few hours away.
8 INT. VAN - DAY 8
Chris grimaces as the van's engine starts RATTLING, their
speed dropping despite his foot firmly on the gas.
TWIST
What is it? Why are we stopping?
CHRIS
I'm afraid...
And the van comes to a stop with a very final SPLUTTER from
the engine.
CHRIS (cont'd)
... this is the end of the line.
TWIST
Damn it!
She KICKS the side of the van - and the sliding side door
promptly FALLS from its hinges!
Twist puts her head in her hands as Diego tries to haul the
door back into the van.
SYREN
I know I'm normally the last person
to suggest this, but... why don't
we just steal something faster?
TWIST
(off Chris)
Because he won't let us.
CHRIS
We can't risk the exposure, Twist,
you know that. You remember what
happened last time we got involved
with the police?
TWIST
Yeah, yeah, almost got barbecued,
blah blah, woof woof.
(beat)
But she's right. We need better
wheels.
CHRIS
What would you suggest?
Twist looks out across the rest of the freeway - it's deathly
quiet. With the storm clouds in the distance, nobody dares
venture outside.
And that's when her gaze falls on the front yard of an
articulated truck dealership, just off the next exit.
Twist GRINS, and from that we DISSOLVE TO:
9 INT. WHITE SPACE - DAY 9
Danyael lies on the floor inside a totally white space. Our
view is fuzzy, almost soft focus.
As he stirs and starts to get up, MOTION BLURS trail after
his every movement.
He GROANS and puts a hand to his neck - but there's nothing
there.
NAOMI (O.S.)
Don't worry, it won't hurt.
His head snaps up - and there's Naomi, standing over him with
a smile. She extends her hand.
NAOMI (cont'd)
Come on.
Danyael frowns, cautiously reaching for her hand so she can
pull him up. He looks round at the infinite whiteness.
DANYAEL
So...
NAOMI
We're in a dreamscape. Or, at
least, we will be, once I decide
where we're going to start.
DANYAEL
And...
NAOMI
Our bodies are still right where we
left them. Nothing's going to
happen to them or us while we're in
here.
DANYAEL
(still lost)
What's going on?
She steps closer.
NAOMI
You're going to see what's going on
in my head.
(beat)
Literally.
She reaches out her hand again.
NAOMI (cont'd)
Take my hand and hold on tight.
DANYAEL
And if I don't?
NAOMI
Then we stay here.
DANYAEL
Until when?
She shrugs. Danyael looks around again, then realises he's
got no choice here. With a defeated sigh, he slowly takes her
by the hand...
WHITE OUT:
10 EXT. STREET - DAY 10
And they're standing on the sidewalk by a quiet road
junction, somewhere outside a fairly standard suburb. Thick
trees line the roadside, and a light layer of rain is
falling.
Danyael whirls round, disorientated, but Naomi just waits
patiently for him to come back to her.
DANYAEL
What - where are we?
NAOMI
Home. My home. It's August,
nineteen-seventy-one. I'm six years
old, and my parents, my baby sister
Ashley and I are about to head out
to Green Lake to take my dad's
yacht out for a few hours.
Danyael blinks, turning as he hears a CAR approaching. He
looks across to see a beige FORD PINTO approaching the
junction.
DANYAEL
Wait... you have a sister?
NAOMI
(beat)
I remember I was looking forward to
the day, because for the first time
my dad was actually going to let me
steer. He said I was 'big enough at
last.'
Danyael hears another car, this one a silver CHEVROLET
approaching the junction far too quickly.
He looks back to Naomi, who stares forlornly at the
approaching Pinto as she continues.
NAOMI (cont'd)
I also remember that I was in the
middle of showing my dad a finger
painting I'd done of the four of
us, and he wasn't watching the road
ahead...
Danyael turns, seeing the inevitable as the Pinto and
Chevrolet head for the same piece of road.
He starts to yell a warning, but it's too late - the
Chevrolet sees the other car as it trundles into its path,
SLAMMING on the brakes.
SMOKE pours from the car's wheels, but it's going too fast to
stop in time.
WHAM! The Chevvy almost cuts the Pinto in half, TEARING
through the bodywork as it hits the driver's side first.
Danyael ducks back on reflex as the Pinto ROLLS, pushed onto
its side by the still-skidding Chevvy, but Naomi watches the
scene with a sense of sad realism. She knows how this ends.
Danyael races over to the burning wreck of the Pinto, hearing
CRIES for help from inside.
DANYAEL
Hang on! I'm coming!
He reaches for the door - but his hand PASSES THROUGH it.
Danyael blinks, tries again - same result.
NAOMI
We're just here to watch.
He turns to her in disbelief, but Naomi's sombre expression
confirms what she's saying.
Danyael looks back as the Chevvy's passenger, a woozy young
BLONDE, dashes from her seat and tries to get into the Pinto.
BLONDE
Hello? Hello! Hey, hang on!
Alright! Just... just hang on!
The Blonde passes the driver's seat - and gapes at the sight
of the dead MAN behind the wheel.
Danyael can only stand and watch as Naomi comes to join him,
the duo watching the Blonde's frantic efforts to haul the
hysterical WOMAN and her DAUGHTERS out of the car.
The youngest girl is only two or three, but the six year old
has pale skin and long, dark hair - it's a younger Naomi,
recognisable even at this age.
Danyael looks to Naomi, and reacts when he sees a TEAR
rolling down her cheek.
NAOMI
My dad, he... they said he was
almost cut in half by the impact.
The driver of the other car went to
prison for what he did, but my
mom... she never recovered.
Naomi starts to walk away, and Danyael tears himself away
from the scene to follow her.
DANYAEL
Why are you showing me this?
NAOMI
You wanted to know why I went over
to the Trinity. I'm showing you.
DANYAEL
But this? This... Naomi, why didn't
you ever tell me about this?
NAOMI
I didn't want to.
He GRABS her arm, spinning her to face him.
DANYAEL
We were together for four years! I
told you everything about me!
Everything! Why would you keep
something like this from me?
NAOMI
Because I didn't want your pity.
That shuts him up. Naomi looks back to the car crash, thick
BLACK SMOKE now pouring from both vehicles.
NAOMI (cont'd)
I wanted you to know me for who I
was at that moment in time, not who
I used to be.
She starts to walk away, leaving Danyael as his head spins.
NAOMI (cont'd)
We've got more to see yet.
Danyael hesitates, trying to gather his thoughts before he
starts to follow her, and we CUT TO:
11 EXT. SEATTLE - CITY STREET - DAY 11
We're looking across the street as a huge TIRE rolls into
view, the HISS of air brakes following as the front half of a
tractor-trailer comes to a stop - minus the trailer.
Light RAIN is starting to fall - the vanguard of the storm,
that's now less than an hour away.
Up in the cabin, Twist is grinning from ear to ear as the
team survey the deserted street before them.
CHRIS
Alright, looks like people are
listening to their TV sets and
staying indoors. That should make
it easier for us to -
HONK! HONK! The others jump out of their skin as Twist sounds
the rig's deafening AIR HORN.
CHRIS (cont'd)
Twist!
TWIST
What? If anyone's asleep, that
oughtta wake 'em!
Chris fights back a retort as he shoves the door open and
clambers out of the cabin.
Twist pouts, but Diego gives her a WINK as he follows, and
her smirk returns.
Down on the street, Diego helps Syren climb down as Twist
hops to the floor, the rig easily the largest thing out on
the road.
TWIST (cont'd)
See? I told you nobody'd care if we
took one.
Chris shoots her a look, but she continues:
TWIST (cont'd)
Look around, Chris. Nobody home.
They've heard about the storm, and
they're staying indoors.
The team start to walk down the street, but it seems Twist is
right - every shop, cafe, business and building is locked up,
dark and shuttered.
SYREN
There are people here, but...
they're scared. Very scared.
TWIST
Serves 'em right for watching the
news.
DIEGO
Is there anything we can do?
The team stop, Chris surveying the buildings around them.
CHRIS
I don't know. This is the first
time we've beaten the storm to
anywhere, so we need to see if
there's anything we can do to
divert its course, or -
VOICE (O.S.)
(filtered; through
megaphone)
Attention! Get off the streets and
into your homes immediately!
The team spin round - and bright HEADLIGHTS fall onto them,
dazzling them. Chris shields his eyes as we hear the RUMBLE
of a large engine approaching.
Chris lowers his arm and sees two large TRUCKS rolling
towards them, with a dozen men in HAZMAT SUITS keeping pace
alongside it.
TWIST
Guess we're not the first ones here
after all...
The team wait as the trucks move closer, and we CUT TO:
12 INT. VYRA HOUSEHOLD - DAY 12
Naomi opens the front door to show Danyael into a modest,
working class home. PHOTOS hang proudly on the walls as Naomi
leads him through into:
13 INT. VYRA HOUSEHOLD - LIVING ROOM - NEXT 13
The small front room has a TV, couch, dining table at the
back and is smothered in garish 70's decor.
NAOMI
Welcome to my home.
DANYAEL
You lived here?
(wrinkles nose)
What did you do, decorate with your
eyes closed?
Naomi just grins, looking to the staircase as a slightly
older YOUNG NAOMI rattles down the steps, followed by her
sister ASHLEY. Naomi's about eight now, Ashley only four,
both girls still full of youthful exuberance as Naomi races
over to the TV and flicks it on.
NAOMI'S MOM (O.S.)
(weary)
Naomi, honey, turn it down.
Naomi sheepishly turns the volume on the boxy old set right
down, before settling down to watch her show, Ashley settling
down next to her.
Danyael steps round to take a look - it's an episode of
'Josie And The Pussycats.' Danyael glances back at Naomi.
NAOMI
Born to be a musician, I guess.
NAOMI'S MOM enters from the back, hair tied back and a
cigarette dangling from her lips. She could easily be
glamorous with her porcelain skin and raven hair, but now she
just looks washed out and tired.
She flops into a chair, and Danyael spots the bottle of VODKA
in her hand. She swigs straight from the neck.
YOUNG NAOMI
Mommy... you shouldn't drink like
that when Grandma's coming over.
NAOMI'S MOM
(slurred)
Listen, you listen to me. Listen.
My mother never did a damn thing
for this family until your father
died, so I don't have to do
anything to keep her happy now!
Young Naomi turns away, stung, and Danyael notices Naomi's
hands clenching into fists.
Young Naomi keeps her focus on the TV, something her sister
is having no trouble doing, but her mother rubs her temples,
getting more irritated by the second.
NAOMI'S MOM (cont'd)
I told you to turn that down.
YOUNG NAOMI
But mom, I can't even hear -
NAOMI'S MOM
I said turn it down!
She HURLS her bottle at the TV, and Young Naomi ducks back
with a YELP as the bottle SMASHES into the screen! Ashley
leaps to her feet and RUNS back upstairs.
NAOMI'S MOM (cont'd)
(groans)
Now look what you made me do!
Naomi's mother rises and clumps back off into the kitchen -
not realising that some shards of GLASS from the TV have cut
Young Naomi's legs!
The youngster WHIMPERS as she tries to pull one piece out,
knowing she can't expect any help from her mother.
Danyael takes a step back, joining Naomi as they watch the
grim domestic scene before them.
NAOMI
My mom never pulled it together
after daddy died. She just drank.
All day, every day. She used to
say...
(bitter laugh)
She used to say the only way she
could stand to look at me was if
she was too drunk to yell at me for
taking him away.
Danyael is suitably appalled. He never knew any of this.
NAOMI (cont'd)
Don't look so surprised. I told you
my parents were dead when we met.
You must've known something was up
by the fact I never spoke about
them. Or Ashley.
DANYAEL
Yeah, but... she blamed you for the
accident?
NAOMI
(nods)
Said I took his eyes off the road.
Said he might've avoided the car if
he'd been paying attention. One
time, she... she even said that
it'd have been better if that
Chevrolet had hit the back of the
car instead.
(off his look)
Pintos had fuel tanks in the back.
Blew up a lot. Sometimes, I
honestly think she'd have preferred
us to have all gone up in smoke.
She steps away, heading for the front door and leaving
Danyael to watch. Young Naomi bites her lip, trying to be
brave as she draws out the last piece of glass.
NAOMI (O.S.) (cont'd)
Danyael?
He looks up. She's beckoning him from the door.
NAOMI (cont'd)
More to see yet.
Danyael heads for the door, pausing to look back at the
morose figure of the tearful Young Naomi as we CUT TO:
14 EXT. CITY STREET - DAY 14
Chris and the others watch as more men in hazmat suits pass
up and down the street, waving GEIGER COUNTERS over
everything and hastily erecting BARRICADES and lines of
YELLOW TAPE to seal areas and streets off.
Taking shelter under the awning of a restaurant, the team
watch as a few of the hazmats, bulky helmets off, discuss
what to do with them.
One of them, a slightly overweight nerd with authority above
his station stomps over, glaring at the foursome as he
flashes an ID BADGE.
AGENT INMAN
Agent Inman, Center for Disease
Control.
(beat; stern)
I don't know how you people snuck
in past our quarantine, but you're
all in big trouble.
CHRIS
Bigger than a city of almost six
hundred thousand people all falling
asleep for no reason?
Inman's eyes narrow as he stares Chris down.
AGENT INMAN
What do you know about that?
CHRIS
Enough to know that a few rolls of
yellow tape won't stop it.
AGENT INMAN
And I suppose your being here is
just a happy coincidence?
TWIST
Do we look like terrorists?
Inman looks them up and down, very purposefully.
DIEGO
What she's trying to say is that
we're not involved, but we are
trying to help.
TWIST
Yup. That's what I meant.
INMAN
You can 'help' by staying the hell
out of our way! We're dealing with
a full blown Level Five contagion
here. No visible symptoms, no
obvious method of transferral, and
nothing even hinting at a cure.
(beat)
And now, out of the blue... here
you are. Four people who roll into
town while everyone else is
observing secure quarantine
curfews, who just happen to know
all about the contagion.
Inman crosses his arms, fixing his stare on Chris.
INMAN (cont'd)
So maybe you should start talking.
Chris hesitates, then opens his mouth to reply - when Syren
lays a hand on his arm to stop him.
CHRIS
Syren?
SYREN
Ssh!
Frowning, she takes a few steps forward. Inman looks as
bemused as the others.
INMAN
What's with her?
CHRIS
I don't know...
He follows her, joining Syren as she stares into the sky, the
rain starting to fall a little heavier now.
CHRIS (cont'd)
What is it? Can you sense
something?
SYREN
In the sky...
Chris looks up - BLACK CLOUDS roll across the darkening
skies, as before.
But these clouds are moving much faster than normal. And
changing direction.
CHRIS
(squints)
What on Earth...
A strange BUZZING sound can be heard, rapidly increasing in
volume as the clouds draw near. Syren tenses up, as though
searching her memory for the sound...
... and then she finds it. Her eyes bulge in unbridled
terror.
SYREN
(screams)
Run!!
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT ONE
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