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FADE IN:
13 EXT. FORREST CHASE CITY MALL - NIGHT 13
The bright lights of the massive shopping complex seem to be
overwhelming in contrast to the stars just barely twinkling
in the dark sky.
14 INT. MALL - GROUND FLOOR - NEXT 14
PUSH THROUGH the bustling crowd of shoppers to FOCUS ON Twist
and Lyra, who both clutch numerous brightly coloured bags.
TWIST
They're always defending her,
listening to her ideas and being
all friendly. With all the crap she
pulled, I don't think I'm being
unreasonable.
(beat; huffs)
But no, Chris and Danyael treat her
like she's always been part of the
team!
LYRA
Twist. I wasn't around when she did
all those horrible things to you,
but she seems genuine in wanting to
help now.
(beat)
You gave me a chance when I first
joined the team, and for all you
knew I was a time bomb waiting to
go off.
TWIST
That was different.
(huffs again)
You're taking her side too?
LYRA
I'm not taking anyone's side. It's
just... are you really more upset
Vivian's part of the team, or that
Danyael stood up for her?
TWIST
What are you trying to say? I don't
care if he and Vivian are BFFs
or... whatever!
LYRA
Twist, I'm blind, not stupid. I see
how much you care for Danyael. It's
understandable -
TWIST
I swear, the next words out of that
lip-glossed mouth of yours had
better not include 'jealous.'
LYRA
(blinks)
I'm not wearing lip gloss. Am I?
TWIST
(huffs)
Never mind.
LYRA
I'm just saying, after what you
went through with Diego and what
Danyael suffered with Naomi... I
think we can afford to cut each
other a little slack.
TWIST
(eyes her)
And when did you get so profound?
LYRA
(shrugs)
I listen to Chris.
TWIST
(sighs)
Let's just drop this, okay? I
shouldn't have been bitching away
at you, not when you won us all
this money to splash out on new
outfits.
LYRA
That's not why I -
TWIST
Ah!
LYRA
(beat)
Apology accepted.
They lapse into companionable silence, walking past various
stores until:
TWIST
(spots something)
Ooh, nice jacket. Why don't we
check this place out and then get
something to eat?
LYRA
Alright. What kind of clothes do
they sell here?
Twist eyes the selection of fine leather jackets in the
window.
TWIST
The ones I like.
She stops as she catches a glimpse of something in the glass
window - a reflection of a BEEFY GUY in a suit reading a
newspaper. He discreetly watches them from a table at a
nearby cafe.
With a frown, Twist spots another equally beefy guy in a suit
just above them on a walkway. He talks away on a cell phone.
LYRA
(concerned)
What is it?
Twist pretends to check her reflection, keeping an eye on the
suit reading a newspaper.
TWIST
(lowered)
We're being followed. Badly. By two
knock off Soprano wannabes.
LYRA
(confused)
Who are the Sopranos?
TWIST
(rolls eyes)
Just look after my stuff.
She pushes her bags into Lyra's hands.
LYRA
Where are you going?
TWIST
I'm just going over to say 'hi.'
With my fists. Sit tight.
With that, she strides off, leaving a concerned Lyra as we
CUT TO:
15 INT. MALL - CAFE - NEXT 15
The beefy man, SUIT #1, reads his newspaper while he sips a
steaming black coffee from a white cup.
As he places his cup back on the table, someone clears their
throat patiently off screen.
NEW ANGLE reveals Twist standing in front of his table, her
hands on her hips.
TWIST
You go to all the trouble of
stalking a girl, the least you can
do is tell her your name. That way
I'll know whose ass I'll be
kicking. Maybe I can send you a
card in the hospital?
The man just coolly looks at her, not intimidated in the
least.
TWIST (cont'd)
(pouts)
Be like that. I'll just be forced
to dub you "flunky number one." Why
don't you call your friend over
there...
(nods; over his head )
... and we can get this little
rumble started. There are clothes
I'm not trying on while I'm
standing here wasting my time.
BAM! The table is KICKED over, the hot coffee, newspaper and
sugar dispenser all flying as the Suit BURSTS towards her!
Suit #1 throws a solid right hook that CONNECTS with a
startled Twist's jaw, and we CUT TO:
16 INT. MALL - GROUND FLOOR - NEXT 16
Lyra nervously clutches their bags, still standing near the
shop front.
ARC ROUND to reveal the other beefy guy in a suit, SUIT #2,
as he stealthily creeps over to her with a smirk.
BACK ON Lyra whose forehead furrows as she tilts her head,
picking something up. She spins to face Suit #2, who's right
behind her as we CUT TO:
17 INT. MALL - CAFE - NEXT 17
Customers in the cafe quickly scatter as Twist CRASHES into a
nearby table.
SUIT #1
I really don't like wise guys - or
girls, in your case. Always running
their mouths.
He lunges forward and GRABS Twist by the front of her shirt
with one hand, the other balled into a fist.
WHAP! Twist HEADBUTTS him. Hard.
He releases her, staggering back from the blow. Twist holds
her head, grimacing in pain but triumphant.
TWIST
I prefer the term 'smartass.'
She TACKLES him to the floor as we CUT TO:
18 INT. MALL - GROUND FLOOR - NEXT 18
Suit #2's large body blocks Lyra's way forward.
SUIT #2
You've made some people very
unhappy, Miss Morley.
LYRA
What do you want?
SUIT #2
Me? I just want to get paid like
everyone else.
CLICK! He pulls out a small pistol from his suit jacket and
aims it at her as we CUT TO:
19 INT. MALL - CAFE - NEXT 19
Before Suit #1 can react, Twist SOCKS him hard in the jaw.
TWIST
Let's see how you like it, tough
guy!
His head SNAPS backwards at the impact. Despite being woozy
he still remains on his feet. He raises his fists,
determinedly.
TWIST (cont'd)
Oh, come on! This is where you fall
down, bamugartner!
He SWINGS at her, and as they tussle again we CUT TO:
20 INT. MALL - GROUND FLOOR - NEXT 20
Suit #2 roughly GRABS Lyra by the arm and nudges her with his
pistol.
SUIT #2
Move.
She stubbornly refuses to budge.
LYRA
I don't think so.
SUIT #2
(blinks)
I don't think you fully grasp the
situation you're in, Miss Morley.
LYRA
I could say the same. Please leave
or I'll be forced to defend myself.
STAY ON Suit #2 who raises his eyebrows disbelievingly. He
seems more amused than threatened as we CUT TO:
21 INT. MALL - CAFE - NEXT 21
Twist SLAMS Suit #1 into another table in the wrecked cafe.
TWIST
When I ask a question...
She pulls the now dazed man up by his lapels.
TWIST (cont'd)
... you answer. Capiche?
He SNEERS up at her through bloodied teeth.
SUIT #1
I'm not telling you squat, girlie.
CRACK! She punches him right in the kisser. Twist grips him
by his shirt front.
TWIST
Okay, new game. It's called 'no
matter what you say, I hit you.'
SUIT #1
(scoffs)
I ain't scared of you.
POW! Twist SOCKS him in the jaw this time as we CUT TO:
22 INT. MALL - GROUND FLOOR - NEXT 22
Suit #2 steps menacingly closer to Lyra.
SUIT #2
Don't make this harder than it has
to be.
Lyra lets out a quiet note that causes Suit #2 to clutch his
head, his pistol clattering to the floor.
The display window VIBRATES as she lets rip, her SCREAM
sending him bodily backwards.
His head SLAMS into the hard floor as the display window
finally SHATTERS, glass spraying everywhere.
Shoppers nearby scream and scatter from the ruckus, Lyra
letting the note die down as we CUT TO:
23 INT. MALL - CAFE - NEXT 23
Twist grabs Suit #1 by the throat.
TWIST
When your bosses find out that not
only did you and...
(stuck)
... the... other guy get your asses
handed to you by two girls, I don't
think he's going to be making you
employee of the month any time
soon.
Suit #1 SPITS a mouthful of blood into her face. Twist Snarls
and makes as if to punch him again.
SUIT #1
Alright, alright! Your friend, the
blind girl...
TWIST
Her name's Lyra.
SUIT #1
Whatever. She cost those bookies at
Belarius thousands in just three
days, and they're not the types who
accept losing money well. They want
it all back, or they're just gonna
send more of us.
(chuckles)
You can't watch her every minute.
An agitated Twist THROWS him into another table where he
crash lands in a heap, finally out for the count.
LYRA (O.S.)
Twist? I think the police are here.
I heard sirens.
REVERSE ANGLE to reveal a concerned Lyra, still clutching all
their shopping.
TWIST
Alright, Thelma, let's book.
She grabs Lyra's hand as we CUT TO:
24 INT. MOTEL - CHRIS' ROOM - LATER 24
Danyael, Twist and Lyra sit on the bed, the shopping bags
dumped unceremoniously on the floor. Vivian sits on a chair a
little way from the trio.
All eyes in the room are on a furious Chris who sheathes his
katana before shrugging a coat on over it, to conceal it from
sight.
CHRIS
(angry)
That's bloody it! I'm going down
there and teaching those clowns
what fair play means. Nobody strong
arms my -
(realizes; corrects)
Any member of my team.
Danyael and Twist share an intrigued look at his slip while
Vivian seems more amused.
CHRIS (cont'd)
(eyes them)
Any volunteers?
A noticeably quiet Lyra seems conflicted, as Chris' hard gaze
flickers from Twist to Danyael and then finally to Vivian.
CHRIS (cont'd)
Fine! I'll handle it myself.
He turns to storm out:
LYRA
Chris, wait!
He stops. Turns to face her. The confusion evident on his
face.
CHRIS
What is it?
Lyra bites her lip, uncertain. Hesitant.
LYRA
I told you I could just "feel"
which horse was going to win but,
ah...sometimes... with the long
shots, I'd...
(guiltily)
Help them win. Sometimes.
TWIST
(sarcastic)
Is there anything you can't do?
Danyael gives Twist a warning look at Chris' deadly
expression.
Lyra shrinks, not needing to see Chris' expression to know
that it's not a pleasant one.
CHRIS
Where's all the money you won?
LYRA
There's a bag hidden under the bed
in my room.
Twist rolls her eyes. Chris glances at all the bags
cluttering the floor.
CHRIS
(to Twist and Lyra)
You're returning all of it. Along
with anything bought with the
winnings.
TWIST
Hell, no! You out of your fricken
mind? There are so many reasons why
that's a very bad idea.
(ticks off on her fingers)
One, a girl's got to have
accessories. Two, the cops are
still crawling all over that mall.
And three, I'm damn sure those
goons already ratted us out on top
of all that nice security footage.
DANYAEL
She has a point.
TWIST
And four...
She reaches into one bag - and pulls out a snazzy short
leather jacket.
TWIST (cont'd)
I think this speaks for itself.
CHRIS
(sharp)
Lyra. Let's go.
LYRA
(meekly)
Where are we going?
CHRIS
To clear up your mess.
He frog marches her out of the room as we CUT TO:
25 EXT. BELARIUS RACE TRACK - DAY 25
A stern Chris stands next to Lyra, the three bookies warily
eyeing him.
LYRA
I didn't mean to cause any trouble
for any of you. If I have, I just
wanted to apologise. I'm sorry.
Lyra turns to Chris with an expression that clearly says "can
we go now?" He SHOVES the black satchel bag into Bookie #1's
hands.
CHRIS
This contains most of the winnings.
Now call off your men or I'll be
forced to intervene - and believe
me, you don't want that to happen.
And with that, Chris briskly leads Lyra away, but stops as
Bookie #2 calls out:
BOOKIE #2
'Most' of the winnings?
Chris turns and shoots him a sharp look, and the bookies
wisely back off. Chris continues to depart as we CUT TO:
26 INT. BELARIUS MANAGEMENT - NEXT 26
Frascone sits behind his polished desk as he dials another
number on his very flashy, black cell.
FRASCONE
Colletti, get your boys down here.
(listens; off something)
Don't worry she's perfect. An easy
mark.
OFF his enigmatic smile we CUT TO:
27 INT. MOTEL - CHRIS' ROOM - NIGHT 27
Chris, Twist, Danyael and Lyra are in the midst of a heated
argument. A bemused Vivian quietly watches from her position
in a corner.
CHRIS
What happened in the mall earlier
is exactly why it's a bad idea. How
many more times do I have to repeat
myself?
LYRA
But if I just limit my winnings and
don't draw attention, I could
easily earn all the money we need.
No matter where we are.
CHRIS
Absolutely not!
TWIST
What's the big fricken deal, Chris?
So we rig a few races, big whoop.
It's all for the greater good, and
I for one am sick of always
scrambling for cash whenever we
need it.
CHRIS
We've managed this far without
resorting to -
DANYAEL
I've gotta say I can't really see
why you're so against this. It's
not like we're robbing old ladies
of their life savings.
(pauses)
It's mob money. So when you think
about it, we're actually helping
shut down organized crime.
TWIST
(nods)
Spook's right, we'd be performing
community service whilst ensuring a
steady stream of cold, hard cash so
that I'm always at my best. Looking
this good don't come cheap, you
know.
Vivian raises a sceptical eyebrow, about to retort, but Chris
interjects:
CHRIS
Lyra's not using her abilities to
cheat. That's the final word on it.
Twist and Danyael both open their mouths about to protest
when-
LYRA
(suddenly)
Stop it! Chris, stop treating me
like I'm a child! I can make my own
decisions without your help!
CHRIS
Not when your actions almost get
you killed.
LYRA
We always have to do things your
way, don't we?
Lyra PUSHES passed Chris. She feels for the door handle,
wrenches it open and STORMS off.
Chris just watches her leave coolly.
DANYAEL
(surprised; unsure)
Chris, man... you're not going
after her?
CHRIS
She'll come back after she's calmed
down and finished sulking.
Twist PATS Chris condescendingly on the back.
TWIST
Great work Chief. You actually
managed to piss off the most laid
back woman on the planet.
Congratulations. That takes skill.
OFF Danyael and Twist's hostile expressions Chris' gaze
flickers to Vivian.
VIVIAN
What do you want me to say, Chris?
As much as it kills me to side with
blondie there, you could use the
money. When did you become such a
boy scout?
CHRIS
It's got nothing to do with that,
and everything to do with avoiding
courses of action that place this
team in jeopardy We're too
important to risk our collective
necks fighting a gang of bloody
mobsters!
At that, Vivian saunters off. Danyael follows after with an
apologetic shrug to Chris.
At that, there's a brief flicker of jealously and annoyance
that flashes across Twist's face before she turns to Chris.
TWIST
And on that bombshell...
As Twist exits, Chris lets out a frustrated sigh as we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
28 EXT. BELARIUS RACE TRACK - DAY 28
A few race horses snort and whinny on display in a fenced off
section. A few people mill about with their children some
hefting them up so they can see or touch the horses as we
FOCUS ON Lyra.
There's a trace of anger and sadness that still lines her
face as she gently pets a dark chocolate brown race horse.
One of her hands softly runs through its thick mane, the
other stroking its back. The horse whinnies softly at Lyra's
attention.
MAN (O.S.)
Excuse me, miss?
ARC around to reveal Frascone.
LYRA
Sorry. Is this about me petting the
horses? It's just they're so -
FRASCONE
(chuckles)
Not at all. I'm an agent of
management, and after witnessing
your fine gambling skills down
here, I've come down to invite you
personally to the member's lounge.
It's an opportunity to win really
big. What do you say?
Lyra quirks a curious eyebrow, but then starts to smile,
finally answering with a nod.
LYRA
You can count me in. Lead the way.
Frascone extends his arm with a grin, and as Lyra clutches
his arm we CUT TO:
29 EXT. BELARIUS MEMBERS LOUNGE - NEXT 29
Frascone, still guiding Lyra, stops as they finally reach a
black door.
LYRA
(curious)
What do I have to do to win?
FRASCONE
You'll find out soon enough. Let me
just introduce you to the members
first.
He twists the door handle opening the door.
FRASCONE (cont'd)
(smiles)
Ladies first.
As Lyra steps into the dimly-lit lounge, a BLACK BAG is
suddenly SHOVED over her head before:
BAM! A hand swiftly DARTS into shot as it suckerpunches her
in the face!
As she WILTS from the blow several pairs of hands catch her.
PULL BACK to reveal four shady men in suits that DRAG the
stunned Lyra away as we DISSOLVE TO:
30 INT. MOTEL - TWIST'S ROOM - DAY 30
Twist eagerly scarfs down a bag of crisps on her bed. Empty
chocolate wrappers already littering the area as she watches
TV. High pitched screaming can be heard from whatever she's
currently watching.
TWIST
(to TV)
Aah, the old stumble and run. You
are so dead.
There's a KNOCK at Twist's door that gets her attention. She
moodily gets up and opens it to reveal:
A concerned Chris, who peers into Twist's room.
TWIST (cont'd)
(a little disappointed)
Oh. It's you.
CHRIS
Have you seen Lyra?
TWIST
Since you won the "most irrational
jerk off" award? No.
(beat; realizes)
She hasn't come back yet?
CHRIS
(shakes his head)
I thought she was just avoiding me,
but Vivian and Danyael haven't seen
her either. I hoped she might have
been with you.
TWIST
It's just been me, my snacks and
old reruns of horror movies.
She reads Chris' pensive expression, tossing the packet of
chips over her shoulder.
TWIST (cont'd)
Saddle up the mule. Let's go get
our girl back.
She starts to leave the room as we CUT TO:
31 INT. MOTEL - VIVIAN'S ROOM - NEXT 31
Danyael and Vivian sit facing each other, this time several
drinks into their latest chat.
DANYAEL
(a little drunk)
I mean, it's not, it's not that I
don't not like her, you know? I do
like her. I really, really do.
VIVIAN
I know.
DANYAEL
You know?
VIVIAN
Yeah.
DANYAEL
Right. But then, then, there's this
whole... this big 'I'm not wanting
a relationship' thing, and she
just, she never, she never thinks
about it any differently.
VIVIAN
She did that with Diego, though...
didn't she?
Danyael scowls, swigging the last of his beer.
DANYAEL
Yep. Yep, she did. With Diego.
Twist and Diego.
VIVIAN
That must've sucked.
DANYAEL
'Sucked'? Naah. Sucked ain't a
strong enough word. It was more
like, like, she really fu-
BAM! The door is suddenly yanked open.
They both look up, startled, to see Twist with Chris just
behind her. She suspiciously scans Vivian's room.
DANYAEL (cont'd)
(eyes her)
You ever hear of knocking?
Twist half-closes the door, KNOCKS loudly against it then
throws it open again.
TWIST
Spook, evil bitch of doom, party's
over. Lyra's missing.
DANYAEL
(concerned)
She is?
VIVIAN
Is it those guys from the mall
again? I thought you took their
money back?
CHRIS
I did. So there's only one way to
find out.
Vivian jumps up, Danyael rising a little less steadily, and
as they weave through the morass of discarded bottles and
cans to get to the door, we CUT TO:
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