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TEASER
FADE IN:
1 EXT. BELARIUS RACE TRACK - DAY 1
There's a BUZZ of excitement in the air and the murmurs of
conversation and passionate cursing, as the large, bustling
crowd fills the stands, overlooking a circular race track.
Brightly clothed jockeys SPUR their horses on, PELTING down
passed the barriers.
ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
(filtered; rapid)
Last Shot surges to third, passes
Cobalt Stunner, now trailing
Tortuga at second, neck and neck
with...
The announcer's voice trails off as we PUSH IN on a cosy
couple in the front row of the stands, more wrapped up in
themselves than the action on track.
PUSH CLOSER, to reveal the couple is LYRA and CHRIS. Chris'
arm is around her as she nestles against him. An untouched
hot dog sits on the seat beside Lyra.
LYRA
(confused)
But why is it even called a 'hot
dog'? And what actually is in
these...
(pauses; unsure)
"...wieners"?
CHRIS
(shrugs)
I've still no idea why Americans
insist on calling porridge
'oatmeal.' I mean, what's the
bloody difference?
(beat)
As for the mystery of what
'wieners' are, I think that's one
best left unsolved.
LYRA
(smiles)
You make a good point.
(pauses; sighs
contentedly)
There's just something in the air
here, a mix of excitement, hope,
the horses. I love the horses.
CHRIS
(smiles)
I'm glad you're enjoying yourself.
Lyra shifts, resting her head on Chris' shoulder.
LYRA
I'm just happy we can have this
time alone together for once,
without having to worry whether the
others will suddenly burst in on
us.
(pauses; hopeful)
You know, things have been pretty
quiet for a while now, maybe we
could...
CHRIS
(turns to her)
Lyra, I promised you we'd tell them
and I'm a man of my word. However,
I think the others need some time
to recharge before we just go ahead
and -
A disappointed Lyra straightens, quickly sitting up, taking
her head off Chris' shoulder.
LYRA
(huffs)
Will it ever be the right time?
(pauses; softer)
Are you... embarrassed to tell the
others about us? Is that it?
Chris tenderly places his hand on her cheek.
CHRIS
Never.
(beat)
It's more about ensuring
everyone's receptive to hear our
good news. Our relationship means
more than I can ever truly express,
without lapsing into terribly
saccharine territory,and as such,
I'd like to give it the respect and
attention it deserves, rather than
just randomly dropping it in over
breakfast conversation.
(beat)
So do you think can hold on just a
little while longer?
Lyra manages a small smile.
LYRA
When you put it that way, I guess
so.
CHRIS
(smiles)
That's my girl.
He squeezes Lyra's hand as they finally return their
attention back to the race. Lyra cocks her head slightly to
make out the announcer over everyone else in the stands.
ANGLE ON the brightly clothed jockeys as they energetically
drive their horses on.
The horses GALLOP, almost to the finish. A tan thoroughbred,
currently in last place, SURGES forward.
ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
(filtered, excited)
What's this? Amarillo Rose in a
sudden burst of speed bypasses Hook
Me Up, then Cobalt Stunner, now
trailing Tortuga and coming up
level with Last Shot! It looks like
it's going to be a photo finish,
folks!
FOCUS ON Lyra and Chris. The murmur and cursing around them
fading out as everyone in the stands seems to hold their
collective breaths in anticipation.
ANGLE ON the tan thoroughbred, neck and neck with a dark
chocolate brown horse as they near the finish line.
With a last BURST of speed the tan horse spurred on by its
jockey crosses the line.
ANNOUNCER (V.O.) (cont'd)
(filtered; excited)
And Amarillo Rose is first across!
Last Shot just behind in second
place. Followed by Tortuga...
The announcer's voice is almost drowned out by the SHOUTS and
CHEERS of those lucky enough to have backed the right horse.
BACK ON a subdued Chris who scrunches a ticket in his hand.
CHRIS
(sighs)
It's moments like this that remind
me why I don't gamble. Not with
money, at least.
SWITCH FOCUS to Lyra who in stark contrast to him, BEAMS.
LYRA
(excited)
I won! I won!
She pulls Chris to his feet as she rises. Instinctively
feeling for his face, before she KISSES him happily, with an
almost giddy abandon.
CHRIS
That's wonderful.
LYRA
Amarillo Rose was such a long shot,
the bookies didn't even think she'd
come fourth. But I could just feel
she was going to win.
(beat; awed realization)
That means this ticket in my hand
is worth a lot of money.
She holds the ticket up and waves it proudly in Chris's face.
CHRIS
After everything that's happened in
the last few weeks, you deserve
every dollar of it.
LYRA
(cocks her head; eager)
Chris, another race is about to
start! Can go I and place some more
bets?
CHRIS
Go right ahead.
Lyra, with a noticeable bounce in her step, bounds off to do
so. And as Chris watches her with an amused grin, we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
2 INT. THE LOST MARINER BAR - NIGHT 2
A noisy, packed bar. FOCUS ON a woman who carries a tray
laden with food, a basket of fries, two burgers and a plate
of nachos drizzled with cheese and sour cream.
With a sigh she makes her way through the hustle to reach a
round table.
WOMAN
(disinterested)
Large basket of fries, two double
bacon burgers and a large nachos.
ARC around to show the gang currently sitting at the table.
TWIST rubs her hands together in anticipation. DANYAEL sits
next to her. Lyra sits in the next chair, then Chris and
lastly VIVIAN.
TWIST
(snaps fingers)
Yo! Over here, girl.
The woman places the food in front of her.
WOMAN
(flat)
Enjoy your meals.
TWIST
Oh, I'm gonna. No idea what the
rest of these guys are having,
though.
She disappears into the crowd as Twist eagerly tucks into one
of the burgers.
VIVIAN
(sceptical)
You can't seriously eat all that.
Twist, her mouth stuffed full of burger gives her an annoyed
look.
DANYAEL
She can. There was this one time in
Vegas, she ordered -
At Twist's warning glare he COUGHS, focusing his attention on
pouring some more beer from the jug in front of him.
CHRIS
(smiles; to Lyra)
If we're not careful, Twist might
actually eat up your winnings.
Lyra smiles back but Twist eyes him.
TWIST
Was that a joke, you poor, unfunny
British man? Wait, no. It wasn't.
Even lame jokes have a punch line
somewhere.
LYRA
(to Chris)
I said everything is on me tonight,
and I meant it.
TWIST
(grins)
Sweet. You should go gambling more
often.
Chris holds his half empty glass up.
CHRIS
(clear his throat)
I'd just like to make a toast.
TWIST
Aww, Chief you're not getting all
sentimental are you?
He gives her an impatient, "don't interrupt me" look.
CHRIS
For good fortune, notably Lyra's,
and an equally good team. Cheers.
He clinks his mug against the glass Lyra hesitantly holds up.
Twist and Danyael follow suit clinking their glasses against
Lyra's than each others.
Chris finally clinks his glass against Vivian's, that's
gripped loosely in her hand. She blinks, surprised at the
gesture.
Danyael gives her glass a toast as does Lyra, Chris guiding
her hand.
Chris and Danyael give Twist a look. She rolls her eyes
before quickly tapping glasses with Vivian, and we DISSOLVE
TO:
3 INT. MOTEL ROOM - MORNING 3
There's a slow PAN across a modest motel room along the pale
yellow walls and grey carpeting, to stop at a bed.
Chris is sound asleep, facing away, before turning onto his
other side as he comes round.
His hand reaches slowly forward but as it hits empty space
beside him, he opens his eyes.
CHRIS
Lyra?
He sits up in bed, rubbing his eyes as we CUT TO:
4 INT. MOTEL - CHRIS' ROOM - LATER 4
Twist, Danyael and Vivian sit on the unmade bed in varying
states of alertness as a dressed and fully awake Chris
addresses them.
TWIST
(yawns)
This is why you woke me from my
beauty sleep?
DANYAEL
Yeah, Chris, you know how much of
it she needs.
Twist PUNCHES Danyael in the arm, but he just chuckles.
DANYAEL (cont'd)
Lyra's probably just spending
what's left of her winnings.
CHRIS
It just doesn't seem like her. She
normally tells us where she's off
to.
VIVIAN
I'm sure she's fine, Chris. It's
not like she can't hold her own in
a fight, is it?
TWIST
Question - why is she here?
CHRIS
This is a team meeting. Vivian's
part of the team, seems self
explanatory to me.
Vivian gives Twist a smug "there you go" look.
TWIST
(to Vivian)
Yeah, well, it doesn't mean you get
to open your damn mouth in said
meeting. You're still way behind on
karma points to get that privilege.
DANYAEL
(wearily)
Twist, give it a rest already.
Twist gives him a scandalized look that screams "you
traitor."
CHRIS
Enough. What if something's
happened to -
TWIST
In case you haven't noticed, the
sun's up. So unless you want crispy
fried vampire, you're going to have
to look for her on your lonesome,
if you're that worried.
DANYAEL
Twist's right. If she doesn't
return by sunset, then we can go
out searching.
CHRIS
(sighs)
I suppose.
TWIST
Can we go back to sleep now? You
know... nocturnal.
Chris nods absently, the trio filing out of the room and
leaving Chris to his thoughts as we CUT TO:
5 INT. MOTEL - HALL - LATER 5
Danyael WHISTLES as he holds a six pack in hand. Twist peeks
out from her door, watching him, before quickly marching over
as he reaches his own room.
TWIST
What the hell were you thinking?
DANYAEL
(confused)
It's cool they have a bar
downstairs?
TWIST
Back in Chris' room this morning,
you took evil skank's side over
mine.
DANYAEL
Oh.
(sighs)
I'm tired of you always arguing
with Vivian. That's all it was.
TWIST
Yeah, well, you don't have to be so
friendly. Stop making her feel
she's part of the team.
DANYAEL
But she is part of the team.
(off Twist; quickly)
For now. You done?
TWIST
No. Show some damn loyalty. Next
time, no matter what it's about,
you take my side.
DANYAEL
And what if I don't want to take
"sides"? I'm not going so far as to
say she's not the same person who
screwed you over, but Vivian has
helped us out.
TWIST
(frustrated)
What is it with you and Chris? Is
this some kind of male selective
amnesia? Remember what happened
last year when we let people from
our past tag along?
Danyael steps back, stung. Twist winces, knowing she just
pushed too far.
TWIST (cont'd)
(apologetic)
Spook, I didn't -
He opens the door to his room and SLAMS it shut behind him.
Twist THWACKS herself on the forehead.
TWIST (cont'd)
Me and my big mouth...
She trudges back into her room as we CUT TO:
6 INT. MOTEL - VIVIAN'S ROOM - NEXT 6
PAN ACROSS the spartan room, the sound of running water
signalling Vivian's in the bathroom.
She grimly inspects the wound on her upper left arm as she
attempts to clean it. Gritting her teeth in pain as she dabs
at it with a wet cloth.
The wound doesn't look any better, with the skin around the
edges of the wound starting to look an angry red and purple.
Yellow liquid exudes from the bite despite her fevered
attempts to clean it.
Vivian stares at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Her
contemplation interrupted by:
A loud insistent KNOCKING on her door.
With a despairing final look she efficiently wraps the wound
with a strip of material, and rearranges her shirt with
practised ease.
As Vivian leaves the bathroom, she pops two white tablets in
her mouth. Washing them down with a shot of something dark,
she grimaces as we CUT TO:
7 INT. MOTEL - HALL - NEXT 7
Danyael knocks on Vivian's door as he clasps his six pack of
beer.
DANYAEL
Hey, Viv you in there?
The door finally swings open, Vivian's hair now wrapped in a
towel.
VIVIAN
Sorry 'bout the wait.
(indicates her head)
Shower.
(off Danyael; unsure)
You wanted something?
He lifts his six pack up.
DANYAEL
Thought you might like a drinking
buddy.
VIVIAN
Sure.
(spots something)
Your girlfriend won't mind?
Vivian's POV reveals Twist watching them from her door,
giving her the old evil eye.
DANYAEL
(pointedly)
Don't mind her. We're just friends.
Danyael gives Twist a significant look before he follows
Vivian into her room.
8 INT. MOTEL - VIVIAN'S ROOM - NEXT 8
Danyael sits in a chair across from Vivian, on her bed. He
cracks open a can of beer and takes a mouthful as Vivian
knocks back something dark brown in a shot glass.
They sit in a companionable silence until:
DANYAEL
(frustrated)
I just don't get her sometimes.
He pauses as a thought suddenly crosses his mind. He looks
hopefully to Vivian.
DANYAEL (cont'd)
(curiously)
I was just wondering, from your
perspective, if I were to ask you
why -
VIVIAN
(raises hand)
No. If we're going to "hang," I
don't do all that girly, emo,
'share your feelings' crap. So
whatever you were going to ask,
don't.
DANYAEL
(sheepish)
Alright, then.
He sits back in his chair. Vivian watches him for a beat,
then rolls her eyes.
VIVIAN
One question.
Danyael grins as we CUT TO:
9 EXT. BELARIUS RACE TRACK - BOOKIE'S CIRCLE - DAY 9
There's the muted sound of many conversations all happening
at once.
Some bookies stand next to chalk boards declaring their odds
for the upcoming races. Others busily take down the details
of punters eager to bet.
FOCUS ON Lyra as she carefully makes her way through the
chaos.
MONTAGE:
A) A bald, overweight man, BOOKIE #1, stands next to a chalk
board with his odds scrawled in blue chalk. Lyra talks to him
excitedly before she hands him a bundle of notes. He hands
her a ticket.
B) Lyra is back in the stands. She smiles as the people
around her CHEER and jump up from their seats in excitement.
C) Lyra giving the ticket back to the bookie. He opens up a
thick, metal box and begrudgingly counts out a wad of notes.
D) Lyra is now listening as another man with blonde hair,
BOOKIE #2, reads off a white board scrawled with black
marker. She counts out notes and hands it to him.
E) Lyra chats to a short, dark haired man, BOOKIE #3, as he
writes the odds on a chalkboard for another race about to
begin as we:
END MONTAGE.
CUT TO:
10 INT. MOTEL - HALL - EVENING 10
Chris leads the way down the hall, Twist just behind him.
Danyael hangs back with the trailing Vivian.
CHRIS
Alright, I'll take the local
botanical garden we passed on the
way here. She's got a thing for
gardens.
TWIST
I call dibs on searching the
closest malls.
CHRIS
Fine.
(back on topic)
Vivian, check the closest hotels
and bars, anywhere she might be
singing at. And Danyael, you can
take the Belarius race track.
Danyael nods, the team splitting up as we CUT TO:
11 EXT. BELARIUS RACE TRACK - EVENING 11
Danyael walks through the race grounds, scanning the crowds
hopefully for any signs of Lyra.
ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
Race three-twenty-one is about to
start, folks. All betting for this
race is now closed.
At this, people start making their way from the bookie's
circle towards the stand seats. Danyael smiles as he spots
Lyra amongst the group.
DANYAEL
Lyra!
He runs up to her as she turns at his voice.
LYRA
Danyael? What are you doing here?
DANYAEL
You didn't tell anyone where you
were going this morning. Chris was
worried something might have
happened.
LYRA
I didn't want to wake anyone. Is it
evening already?
DANYAEL
Yeah. Why don't we go back to the
motel and get you something to eat?
You must be starving.
LYRA
I'm alright. Just tell Chris I'll
be back when the last race is
called at eight.
DANYAEL
You sure? I didn't know you were
really into horse racing or
gambling.
She holds up a black satchel bag.
LYRA
Look inside.
Danyael's eyes widen in shock as he peers in - it's stuffed
full of CASH!
LYRA (cont'd)
That's only for today's races.
That's more than I ever earned for
one day of singing! Imagine how
much I could win if I was able to
bet on all the races for this
entire week? I could earn enough to
keep us going all year!
DANYAEL
(wary)
Look... why don't we just go back
to the motel and you can tell
everyone the good news.
LYRA
(shakes her head)
I need to do this. To help. You
have your contacts, and Chris has
his sources and magic. Even Vivian
has information to help in the
fight against Parker.
DANYAEL
You don't need to do this to prove
something.
LYRA
I know. But I want to do this.
DANYAEL
(sighs)
Alright. I'll tell Chris you'll be
back after eight.
LYRA
(smiles)
Thank you.
Stay with Danyael as he walks off.
As he passes the three now very unhappy bookies from before,
SWITCH FOCUS on the huddled group. They watch Lyra intently
for a beat before they STOMP off, and we CUT TO:
12 INT. BELARIUS MANAGEMENT - NEXT 12
PAN ACROSS a well furnished office, past filing cabinets,
framed black and white photographs of horses crossing the
finish and fake potted plants to STOP at a polished desk.
A slight MAN sits here. He wears a dark blue suit, his dark
hair slicked back.
MAN
Believe me when I say we take all
our complaints very seriously.
REVERSE ANGLE to see the three bookies, who smile gratefully.
MAN (cont'd)
Now if you'll excuse me, fellas,
I've got a business to run.
The three men respectfully nod before shuffling off.
STAY ON the man as he retrieves a very flashy, black cell
phone from within his suit jacket. He quickly presses in
someone's number with the practised ease of something from
memory.
As he waits for the other person to answer, he plays with a
sheet of paper on his desk.
MAN (cont'd)
It's Frascone. Look, I've got a
potential situation down at the
track. Tell the boys to keep an eye
on the person I'm sending through.
He removes the cell from his ear, presses a button, aims it
at the sheet of paper in his hand and presses another button,
a noticeable CLICK sounding.
Frascone presses the phone back to his ear.
FRASCONE
You got it?
(beat; off response)
Great.
We finally ANGLE ON the sheet of paper in his hand to reveal
it's actually an enlarged surveillance still of Lyra, as we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT ONE
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