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32 EXT. BELARIUS RACE TRACK - EVENING 32
The sun's already set, with the sky already safely darkening
as the team scour the grounds for any signs of Lyra.
FOCUS ON Chris who stops a random passer by - it's one of the
bookies from earlier! He GRIPS the man's shirt roughly.
CHRIS
(angry)
You! What have you done with Lyra?
(deadly)
I warned you what would happen if
you didn't call your men off.
The man's eyes BULGE out, partly in fear and shock at seeing
him again.
BOOKIE #3
(stammers)
Look, you've got it all wrong
buddy! I'm just a bookie, I don't
have any pull here. I don't know
nothing about anything. Honestly!
Chris' POV shows two beefy sunglass wearing security guards
swiftly approaching. Chris releases him reluctantly.
GUARD #1
(to Bookie)
Any trouble here?
BOOKIE #3
(to guards)
We were just talking, is all.
The bookie turns to Chris, his fearful expression
transforming into a wicked leer.
BOOKIE #3 (cont'd)
Hope you find her. Your girl's a
real looker. I'd hate it if
anything "untoward" should happen
to her.
Chris BRISTLES, his fists clenching as the bookie saunters
off, flanked by the guards.
TWIST (O.S.)
Real smooth, Sherlock.
REVERSE ANGLE to reveal Twist, Danyael and Vivian
approaching. Their expressions all say the same. No luck.
DANYAEL
Everyone I spoke to either have
never seen her or aren't talking.
VIVIAN
They know something. I keep
catching these looks the staff are
giving us.
(nods)
See?
Vivian's POV indicates a man grooming one of the horses, a
tan thoroughbred on display. He quickly looks away guiltily.
CHRIS
That means someone here knows where
Lyra's been taken. Our task is to
find that person.
TWIST
(cracks knuckles)
And after the finding...
DANYAEL
Alright, let's -
TWIST
(over him)
Let's get to work!
She marches off, obviously ignoring him. Danyael looks a
little wounded as Vivian nudges him.
VIVIAN
Ignore her.
DANYAEL
(darkly)
It doesn't make any difference.
The two of them head off as we CUT TO:
33 INT. ROOM - UNKNOWN 33
White walls, bright light, the sounds of low key electrical
equipment BUZZING, and the muted murmur of voices.
PULL BACK and WIDEN to take in masked people in blue hospital
scrubs hovering over numerous beds, where several people are
restrained to the beds with plastic ties.
There's a large DISPLAY SCREEN on the wall that flashes with
names and numbers.
JUMP TO a surgical team that hovers around a blonde, wiry man
stripped to the waist. Black marker pen covers his chest and
abdomen.
The man's eyes are closed but the constant rise and fall of
his chest indicates he's still very much alive.
ANGLE ON the large screen as "CONNOR, JAMES $30,000. Final
Winning Bid" FLASHES across.
There's a metal WHIRR as we FOCUS ON the surgical team again.
The lead surgeon holds a BONE SAW in his hand, the circular
blades SPINNING dangerously fast.
And as he brings the saw down on the blonde man's chest, we
CUT TO:
34 INT. OPERATING ROOM - UNKNOWN 34
Black bag still over her head, Lyra STRUGGLES valiantly
against her captors as three masked people in scrubs hold her
down.
She's in another dark, dank room, this one a smaller area the
size of a hospital operating theatre.
Lyra manages a few muffled shouts, but as the bag is YANKED
from her head, we see she's been GAGGED.
Another masked man steps into frame, flicking a SYRINGE. He
JABS it into Lyra's arm, quickly injecting her with
something.
She YELPS in pain, trying to make a sound to fight back, but
her eyes flutter as the injection takes effect.
She trails off as her struggles subside. Her head WOOZILY
turns from side to side, trying to get her bearings.
As Lyra fights to stay awake the three men get to work,
surrounding her.
One methodically STRIPS off her dress leaving her in her
undergarments, while another efficiently SWABS her with
medicinal alcohol.
The third and fourth man quickly SCRAWL all over her in black
marker, one tugging the gag from her mouth.
LYRA
(woozily)
W-what... are you doing?
One of the masked men opens one of Lyra's eyes and CLUCKS his
tongue regretfully.
SURGEON
Pity, she's blind. Her corneas
could have netted an extra ten
grand each.
The others MURMUR in commiseration.
JUMP TO the large display screen on the wall as "MORLEY,
LYRA" now FLASHES on screen, and we CUT TO:
35 EXT. BELARIUS MANAGEMENT - EVENING 35
Chris and Twist stand where the race horses are on display,
in the midst of a tense conversation with the man who grooms
a dark chocolate horse.
MAN
(sympathetic)
Look, they see me talking to you, I
lose my job. I'm sorry, but I got
kids to feed.
He tries to turn away, but Chris roughly SHOVES him round to
face them.
CHRIS
And how do you think those children
of yours will handle not having a
father? Because if any -
Twist ELBOWS him hard in the ribs.
TWIST
(off man)
Ignore him, he's British. You know
how they can be.
She twirls her finger round her temples, shooting a look at
Chris that screams 'back off.'
The man glances at the security guards, who are now talking
on their radios, distracted, before he focuses on grooming
the horse.
MAN
(lowered)
That girl, your friend, I... I saw
her. She was petting Last Shot
earlier. The manager came, they
chatted and last thing I saw was
her, hand in hand with him. That
help?
TWIST
(grins)
Perfectly. Thanks... horse guy.
She yanks Chris away, leaving the man to his grooming as she
leads Chris out of sight of security.
TWIST (cont'd)
What's gotten into you? It's
normally me threatening people!
CHRIS
We can't sit around and waste time
while people have their crises of
conscience, Twist! Lyra could be in
danger, and we -
TWIST
(over him)
And we are doing everything in our
power to find her. Death threats on
working schmucks like that guy
aren't what you do, Chris.
(beat)
You're the sensible one.
CHRIS
Perhaps I'm all out of sense this
time.
He marches briskly away, with a concerned Twist watching him
go as we CUT TO:
36 EXT. BELARIUS MANAGEMENT - EVENING 36
Frascone opens the door to his office to be greeted by
Danyael and Vivian. Upon sighting Vivian, he smiles sleazily.
FRASCONE
I'm Mr. Frascone, nice to meet you
folks.
He shakes both their hands in turn. A suspicious expression
settles on Vivian's face as she shakes his hand.
Frascone walks back to his desk and sits down behind it.
FRASCONE (cont'd)
How may I be of service to you both
tonight?
(indicates the chairs)
Please, sit.
DANYAEL
We'd prefer to stand.
FRASCONE
(shrugs)
Suit yourselves.
VIVIAN
We're looking for a friend of ours.
Lyra Morley. Blind, light brown
hair, skinny. Probably also winning
a shitload of cash off you.
FRASCONE
(frowns)
Sorry. Can't say I recall someone
by that name.
DANYAEL
(suspicious)
You haven't seen her at all today?
FRASCONE
(shakes his head)
No, unfortunately. Wish I could
help you out, though.
He turns away, reaching for a cigar, but Vivian leans across
his desk to command his attention.
VIVIAN
Let's just cut the crap, shall we?
I can smell Lyra's perfume all over
that cheap suit of yours.
FRASCONE
(thrown)
What? You must be mistaken. My
girlfriend -
VIVIAN
Danyael?
Danyael LUNGES across his desk and pulls him out of his
chair. He DRAGS Frascone across his desk, papers scattering
everywhere.
FRASCONE
H-hey! You can't - get off me! Let
go of me!
DANYAEL
Where is she?
FRASCONE
I don't know!
CRACK! Danyael BACKHANDS him sending him stumbling against
his desk.
As Frascone rises to his feet, Danyael THROWS a hard, right
cross into his gut. He coughs, painfully winded.
Before he can recover, POW! Danyael CRACKS Frascone across
the jaw.
Vivian casually watches as Danyael continues to pummel him
into submission.
VIVIAN
You might actually want to question
him before he's out cold. Just a
suggestion.
Danyael stops mid-punch and HAULS the dazed and beaten
Frascone to his feet.
DANYAEL
The location. Now.
FRASCONE
(coughs; breathless)
A few blocks from here. It's an
underground auction house. Thirty
five twenty-one Maddington Square.
VIVIAN
There. See?
She nods to Danyael, who DUMPS Frascone on the floor of his
office, and as the duo exit we CUT TO:
37 INT. OPERATING ROOM - UNKNOWN 37
The surgery team is poised for action, waiting around a
sedated and progressively out of it Lyra.
Lyra lies semi-naked on the hospital bed. A few strips of
white surgical linen are strategically placed to cover her
modesty up top.
A trolley laden with the typical plethora of surgical
instruments - forceps, scalpels and a bone saw - is wheeled
in beside the bed.
ANGLE ON the large display screen that now flashes as
"MORLEY, LYRA KIDNEYS $20,000 each, Winning Bid" scrolls
across it.
PUSH IN in on the screen as we CUT TO:
38 INT. UNDERGROUND AUCTION ROOM - NEXT 38
FOCUS ON a computer screen where "MORLEY, LYRA" headlines a
spreadsheet with two columns respectively titled "Organs for
Auction" and "Winning Bid". The cursor currently highlighting
"LUNGS".
PULL BACK to reveal an obnoxiously sleazy guy in his
thirties. He holds a gavel in one hand and a microphone in
another, a laptop open in front of him.
AUCTIONEER
Next on the catalogue today, Lungs.
Shall we start the bidding at,
say... eight thousand?
NEW ANGLE reveals his audience, a crowd of eager bidders.
They seem to be from all walks of life, wealthier clients
mingling with more modestly dressed people, young, old, black
and white. They all share one thing in common though -
desperation.
A middle aged man raises a card up with the number 402.
AUCTIONEER (cont'd)
Eight thousand to the gentleman on
the right. Come on folks, what's
the life of a loved one really
worth? Can you afford not to win
today?
BACK ON the audience where several more people quickly raise
their cards in succession. At this, the auctioneer smirks,
satisfied with himself, and we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT THREE
ACT FOUR
FADE IN:
39 EXT. BELARIUS MANAGEMENT - NIGHT 39
Vivian and Danyael exit the office just as Twist rushes into
frame.
TWIST
There you are! Chris sent me to get
you both.
(beat)
Where's the manager?
VIVIAN
Taking a nap.
DANYAEL
I've got the address for where
they've taken Lyra. It's just a few
blocks from here, some kind of old
auction house.
TWIST
Auction? You don't think...
DANYAEL
That's Lyra's gonna get sold into
slavery if we don't find her? Yup.
TWIST
What about the manager?
DANYAEL
He won't be a problem.
VIVIAN
Should've been there. You missed
the good old fashioned ass kicking
he dished out.
She grins at Danyael, who shifts awkwardly under Twist's
gaze.
TWIST
(tight-lipped)
I always miss all the fun, huh?
He tries to respond, but she turns on her heel and leaves.
Danyael curses inwardly as he follows, and we CUT TO:
40 EXT. MADDINGTON SQUARE - NIGHT 40
The black van SCREECHES to a halt directly across from a
yellow stone building.
A falling autumn leaf logo and the words "Simplicity
Funerals" are stamped across the store front.
41 EXT. SIMPLICITY FUNERALS - NEXT 41
Chris, Danyael, Twist and Vivian march towards the entrance.
Twist quickly aims the black camera jammer up at a security
camera above the sliding doors.
With a loud CLICK it goes out, the red light flickering off
as it falls forward. The team walk through the sliding doors
into:
42 INT. SIMPLICITY FUNERALS - NEXT 42
A blonde woman in a black dress nervously watches them enter,
a phone pressed to her ear at the reception desk. A name tag
clipped to her dress reads "Debbie."
DEBBIE
(hurried)
Yes, they're armed. Hurry.
Simplicity -
SHINK! Debbie JUMPS in fright as Chris' katana suddenly
SLICES the phone handset in half.
DEBBIE (cont'd)
(startled)
Ah! Please, don't... you can take
anything you want, b-but we d-don't
have money here, w-we...
Twist HOPS UP onto the desk in front of her.
TWIST
Relax, Debs. Can I call you 'Debs'?
Twist TAPS her bat impatiently against her hand, waiting for
an answer.
DEBBIE
(nervously)
I... I guess so...
TWIST
Cool. Alright, Debs, we need to
know where the auction is taking
place.
FOCUS ON Danyael and Vivian who scour the office. They both
grin as they spot an inconspicuous door marked "STAFF ONLY."
DANYAEL
Chris? I think we just found our
way in.
DEBBIE
(off him)
But t-that's management staff only!
Even I'm not -
CRACK! Twist SMASHES Debbie's phone with her bat.
TWIST
Oops! Butterfingers.
Debbie's mouth flaps a few times - and then she finally
wilts, fainting dead away to the floor.
TWIST (cont'd)
Night, night Debs.
She slides off the counter, joining the others by the staff
door.
TWIST (cont'd)
She was nice. Courteous, you know?
Chris counts down from three before KICKING the door open,
and the team step into:
43 INT. SIMPLICITY FUNERALS - STAFF ROOM - NEXT 43
The team walk through another office this time stacked full
of locked filing cabinets.
PING! Everyone DROPS out of sight as an ELEVATOR opens its
doors just outside the office.
A man gets out at the ground floor here. He turns and walks
passed the row of elevators, down the hall, in the opposite
direction from the office.
The coast now clear, the team all break from their positions
and pile into the elevator, and as the doors close we CUT TO:
44 INT. ELEVATOR - NEXT 44
Chris frowns as he pauses over the buttons, unsure until
Twist swiftly presses the button labelled "B Level."
TWIST
("duh")
He wouldn't have called it an
'underground' auction, if it wasn't
underground.
CHRIS
I knew that! I was just making
sure.
Twist rolls her eyes "right", as the elevator doors starts
moving. After a few moments it stops, the doors opening:
45 INT. SIMPLICITY FUNERALS - BASEMENT - NEXT 45
The group step out of the elevator into a tunnel, that seems
to stretch forever in both directions.
DANYAEL
You'd think they'd at least have a
"you are here" sign to help us out.
TWIST
If it's good enough for the mall
and Parker's creepy labs, I don't
see why the hell not.
CHRIS
(ignoring her)
We need to split up.
(off Twist's look)
Twist and I will take the right
branch. Danyael and Vivian, you
take the left.
Vivian nods and takes off, but Danyael pauses.
DANYAEL
(to Twist)
Good luck.
He then rushes off to catch up with Vivian as we CUT TO:
46 INT. UNDERGROUND AUCTION ROOM - NEXT 46
The auctioneer SWINGS his gavel as he quickly takes the bids,
cards rising left and right in the midst of a bidding frenzy.
AUCTIONEER
(rapid)
Twenty-two thousand from the man in
the blue suit. Twenty-three from
the distinguished older gentleman.
Twenty-four from the woman in the
red dress.
(pauses)
Twenty-four thousand going once.
(off the crowd)
Going twice...
A beat - and then he TAPS the gavel on the table.
AUCTIONEER
Sold!
AUCTIONEER
(grins)
Congratulations, madam.
The man walks over to the laptop and types in '$24,000' under
the "Winning Bid" column opposite "LIVER".
He presses ENTER and a box POPS UP on screen with the
message, "Transaction Submitted".
He glances down the column to the now last item on the list,
highlighted in red - "HEART."
47 INT. SIMPLICITY FUNERALS - BASEMENT - NEXT 47
Chris and Twist hurry down the hall here, both noticeably
looking a little queasy. Chris covers his nose with his
sleeve in an attempt to block it out.
CHRIS
What is that awful stench?
TWIST
(grim)
Burning human flesh.
(off Chris)
Hey! I was burnt alive. Twice. I
know that smell.
They slow down as they pass a set of thick, metal doors.
Twist PEERS in through the small glass panel set in the doors
to see:
A person wearing a thick, metal face shield, heavy gloves and
long leather sleeves pulled over a jumpsuit, currently
focused on checking the controls of a massive, stainless
steel cremation chamber.
There's a BODY, it's face obscured by the white linen its
neatly wrapped in, placed atop a metal conveyor platform
nearby.
BACK ON Twist and Chris.
TWIST (cont'd)
(taps her nose)
Told you.
CHRIS
We'll have to come back for that
when we've found Lyra.
As they pull their attention away from the door, we CUT TO:
48 INT. UNDERGROUND AUCTION ROOM - NEXT 48
The auctioneer grins like a madman at the bidding frenzy
before him, his gavel arcing about as he points to the
various cards thrown up.
AUCTIONEER
(rapid)
It's the very last item today,
folks. What do I hear? Twenty-five
thousand from the woman in the
front row, twenty-seven to the man
in the singlet, thirty thousand
again from the woman in the front
row...
Another man in an expensive suit holds his card up before he
quickly gestures ten with both his hands.
AUCTIONEER (cont'd)
(nods, impressed)
Forty thousand placed by the man in
the nice suit. Any other takers?
(off the crowd)
Forty thousand going once.
(off the crowd)
Going twice...
(pauses)
Sold!
As he bangs his gavel on the table there's a SMASH! The
auctioneer and everyone in the crowd look to the noise to
see:
Vivian and Danyael walk through now the kicked open door.
Both grin as they grip swords.
DANYAEL
Am I too late to make a final
offer?
Vivian's grin DROPS as she notices the six burly security
guards on the walkways above. All have their guns aimed on
the pair.
She instinctively tackles Danyael and DIVES behind a row of
empty seats just as bullets RIP into the spot where they were
standing just a minute ago.
DANYAEL (cont'd)
Thanks.
The crowd of clients SCREAM as they scatter, all heading for
the closest exits into the tunnels.
The auctioneer ducks behind the table, but not before he
frantically types in $40,000 and presses ENTER.
The box pops up on screen with "Transaction Submitted" as we
CUT TO:
49 INT. OPERATING ROOM - NEXT 49
The display screen FLASHES as "MORLEY, LYRA - HEART $30,000
Final Winning Bid" scrolls across.
FOCUS ON the surgical team that surrounds Lyra. The lead
surgeon picks up the bone saw from the tray of surgical
instruments and starts it with an ominous WHIRR.
50 INT. OPERATING ROOM - ENTRANCE - NEXT 50
Twist and Chris share a quizzical look as they approach two
white double doors.
A buzzing sign flashes "IN USE" in red lettering, just above
the door.
TWIST
'In use' for what?
The WHIRR of the bone saw inside reaches them, and Chris
hurriedly bounds towards the door.
51 INT. OPERATING ROOM - NEXT 51
A blood spattered surgeon carefully removes a bloody heart
from the donor, a brown haired man, his chest cavity cut wide
open.
She carefully places it in a cooler full of dry ice:
BAM! Chris and Twist burst in, their weapons drawn and ready
for action. Their mouths drop open in shock at the grisly
scene before them.
TWIST
(recovers; off surgeon)
Let me guess, 'Operation' was your
favourite game as a kid?
At spotting Chris' katana the surgeon, cooler in hand, RUNS
for her life.
TWIST (cont'd)
Something we said?
An expression - part fear, part anger - flickers across
Chris' face as he spots something off screen further ahead.
He rushes off, leaving a confused Twist behind as we CUT TO:
52 INT. UNDERGROUND AUCTION ROOM - NEXT 52
Bullets continue to WHIZZ passed Vivian and Danyael, who are
still pinned behind the seats.
VIVIAN
(mutters)
I knew I'd regret leaving that MP5
back in the van...
DANYAEL
They have to run out of ammo
sometime!
VIVIAN
And what makes you think they won't
have backup on the way here?
She leans back as she keeps an eye on the security guards who
continue to fire away.
VIVIAN (cont'd)
Follow my lead, alright?
Vivian spots the closest guard on the railing pause as he
ejects an empty clip. He efficiently SLOTS another in as she
suddenly FLINGS her sword:
That IMPALES him in the throat! The guard gurgles, blood
SPURTING from his throat as he TOPPLES over the railing.
The other guards, shocked at what's just happened, stop
firing for a brief moment.
DANYAEL
(impressed)
Whoa! Good shot.
VIVIAN
(shrugs)
I was aiming for his heart, but
it'll do.
She DIVES out and snatches up guard's fallen pistol, managing
to SHOOT two guards dead before the rest SNAP to their
senses, firing back.
Vivian curses as a bullet GRAZES her right shoulder, drawing
blood as she runs and hurls herself behind another row of
chairs. Bullets PING and ricocheting around her.
Danyael goes to mimic Vivian, readying his sword but stops,
thinking better of it with a rueful smile.
He edges out from his hiding spot as he spies a metal rung
ladder to the walkway above them. And it's unguarded.
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