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FADE IN:
12 EXT. JEEP - DAY 12
Tied up and left to sit on the rear flatbed of a large Humvee
Jeep, Chris and Vivian watch the forest roll by.
A large WOLF sits between them, a huge MACHETE in his hands
which he uses to idly pick at his filthy nails.
His gaze is fixed on Vivian, who shifts and tries to stare
right back.
VIVIAN
Got something to say?
The wolf leans forward, pointing to her with his weapon.
WOLF
What's the matter with you?
VIVIAN
What's the matter with you?
WOLF
You smell wrong.
VIVIAN
I... what?
WOLF
Dirty.
VIVIAN
Hey!
She tries to kick a leg out, but all she manages to do is
unbalance herself and slide onto her side.
The wolf cocks his head to the side, resuming his sentry duty
as Vivian fights to right herself.
She glances at Chris and sees he's watching her, a curious
look on his features.
VIVIAN (cont'd)
(affronted)
I smell just fine.
Chris closes his eyes, beads of SWEAT dripping from him, and
as the Jeep BOUNCES over another pothole, we CUT TO:
13 EXT. FOREST - DAY 13
Danyael's group have made a small camp, pausing to check
their wounds.
Lyra's ankle is braced with Danyael's shirt, Reagan standing
guard impassively nearby.
ROSHEEN
It'll be dark soon. We can move
then.
TWIST
Move where? We don't even know
where we are!
ROSHEEN
We're five point six miles from the
crash. North-northwest.
TWIST
(blinks)
So you swallowed a compass. Big
whoop. My phone's got satnav and
Google Earth.
DANYAEL
What's Chris planning? Thought I
saw one of his 'I have a plan'
looks between you two.
ROSHEEN
Honestly? I'm not sure. But I'm
pretty certain he wanted us to run -
and then come get him when it was
the right moment.
DANYAEL
Which would be when?
ROSHEEN
(shrugs)
I guess we'll find out when it's
the right moment.
She rises, moving to join Reagan. While she talks to him -
Reagan replying only with nods - the others huddle closer.
TWIST
You buying any of this?
DANYAEL
Well, she's on our side, that much
we know. You saw her take out those
wolves.
TWIST
Yeah, but I also know that she
seems to be the only one who knows
what's going on here. And that
makes me nervous. People knowing
more of the plan than me always
makes me nervous.
LYRA
Chris knows what he's doing.
Twist SNORTS, then COUGHS to cover it as Lyra frowns.
LYRA (cont'd)
If he asked us to leave, then it
was for a reason.
TWIST
(thinks)
Maybe he wanted to get caught?
DANYAEL
(snaps fingers)
So that he'd get taken to the lair
we're heading for...
TWIST
... and so we can follow him
straight back there for the rescue!
DANYAEL
And so we can find the bad guys and
take 'em out.
TWIST
Yeah, that too. I guess.
(to Lyra)
Reckon you can turn on the GPS and
find Chris?
LYRA
No matter where he is.
Twist pats her on the shoulder.
TWIST
Attagirl.
She turns and WHISTLES to get Rosheen's attention.
TWIST (cont'd)
We got a plan. Ready to move out?
ROSHEEN
(raises eyebrow)
You have a plan?
TWIST
(offended)
We make plans all the time!
ROSHEEN
(smirks)
Let's wait for sundown so we can
move you two without anybody
bursting into flames, alright?
Twist pouts, hands on hips.
TWIST
Laugh it up, fuzzball.
Amused, Rosheen returns to Reagan as Twist sits back down.
TWIST (cont'd)
I hate her.
Knowing Rosheen's right, Danyael fishes in his jacket for his
cigarettes as we CUT TO:
14 EXT. WOLF LAIR - DAY 14
The Jeep turns a corner, passing through a natural tunnel
burrowing through a hillside:
And emerges onto a short road leading up to what used to be a
Park Ranger station. Fire damage makes the place look
deserted, but there's plenty of movement outside.
The Jeep rolls to a halt, Scar emerging from the driver's
seat and CLICKING his tongue at the wolf guarding Chris and
Vivian.
They're led down onto the ground and marched towards the
station proper, drawing long stares from the various male and
female gray wolves milling around.
VIVIAN
Oh, this is going well. Yeah, I'd
definitely say this is one of our
better captures so far.
She turns to Chris, who looks like he's running a fever.
VIVIAN (cont'd)
What the hell did they stick you
with?
CHRIS
I'm not sure... all I know is that
my magic... it's gone.
VIVIAN
'Gone'? How?
He throws her a look - he doesn't know either - before they
come to a stop at the entrance to the station.
SCAR
Wait here.
He steps inside, leaving the vamps as more of the wolves draw
in all around them.
VIVIAN
Alright, alright! Nothing to see
here!
CHRIS
Vivian...
(shakes head)
Don't.
Scar emerges from the doorway again, nodding for the captives
to be led inside:
15 INT. RANGER'S STATION - NEXT 15
The interior reflects the exterior - the place looks like it
was the scene of a major struggle. Smashed furniture,
spatters of BLOOD and more scorched woodwork.
A new addition is the large HATCH open in the ground, a
staircase leading down into the gloom.
Scar motions for Chris and Vivian to head down, the vamps
carefully negotiating the steps as they descend into:
16 INT. WOLF LAIR - TUNNELS - NEXT 16
Spot lamps fixed to the walls light the way as the duo walk
on, more wolves passing on both sides.
VIVIAN
(to Scar)
Busy place. You guys not had much
to do down here once its gets dark,
huh?
Scar grins, not rising to her bait.
CHRIS
Vivian, please...
VIVIAN
Look around, Chris. We're hostages.
Least we can do is make life
difficult for our captors.
Chris suddenly looks a little unsteady on his feet, but
Vivian hasn't noticed.
VIVIAN (cont'd)
I saw this movie once, British
film, 'The Big Escape' or
something, and this one British guy
says to the German - or was it the
other way round? Anyway, he goes -
And Chris stumbles and FALLS, collapsing to the ground.
VIVIAN (cont'd)
Chris!
She tries to help him up, but gets GRABBED and yanked back by
another wolf.
VIVIAN (cont'd)
Get off me! Chris? Chris!
Scar kneels over him, checking Chris over. He seems in the
grip of a high fever, shivering and sweating.
SCAR
Guess I used too much of that
serum, huh?
(to nearby wolf)
Stick him in the cells. Give
Rollins some company.
Two wolves step in, DRAGGING the near-unconscious Chris away
as Vivian kicks and struggles.
VIVIAN
Take me with him! Anywhere he goes,
I go!
SCAR
No... you go where I say, and I say
the boss wants to speak to you...
He nods to the wolf holding Vivian, whose shouts and protests
echo down the tunnel as she's hauled away, and we CUT TO:
17 EXT. WOLF LAIR - NIGHT 17
Night has fallen as we look down on the outside of the gray
wolf's camp, but there are no lights on despite the activity.
PULL BACK to find Twist and the others observing the scene
below, safely out of sight.
TWIST
So! Who wants the hundred on the
left?
The team hunker back down, regrouping.
ROSHEEN
We're not getting in there without
a fight.
TWIST
Suits me.
ROSHEEN
Be serious, Twist. When I say
'fight,' I mean 'massacre.'
TWIST
Still not hearing a bad side.
DANYAEL
She means us getting massacred.
TWIST
(beat)
Oh.
LYRA
I could try and make a diversion,
see if I can call a storm cloud or
something.
ROSHEEN
You can do that?
(shakes head)
Never mind. Short answer is that we
have to find another way inside to
get past those guards outside.
The others deliberate as Twist pokes her head up again,
surveying the wolf lair.
TWIST
Not getting in without a fight, eh?
Thoughtfully, she strokes her chin before SNAPPING her
fingers and grinning.
TWIST (cont'd)
I got something.
She gestures for the others to gather round as we CUT TO:
18 INT. WOLF LAIR - ROOM - NEXT 18
Vivian is SHOVED roughly into a chair, the only piece of
furniture in an otherwise bleak and empty room.
Scar steps back, holding the only door open a beat - and
another figure walks in.
This one's older, gray-haired and lean, hair scraped back in
a tight ponytail.
PONYTAIL
(to Scar)
This one of the vampires?
SCAR
(nods)
Do what you can to soften her up.
Conall wants to see her when you're
done.
Ponytail nods, waiting for Scar to exit. He locks the door
with a loud CLICK.
VIVIAN
So who are you supposed to be?
PONYTAIL
My name is Owen. I make sure that
prisoners are ready to talk before
Conall speaks to them.
VIVIAN
I could talk all day. As long as
the subject's the number of ways
I'm gonna make you eat that
ponytail when we're done.
OWEN snickers, pacing round to stand behind Vivian. She
cranes round, trying to keep her eyes on him.
OWEN
Perhaps you don't understand.
Perhaps you need a little...
encouragement.
He suddenly GRABS one of her bound hands, isolates a finger -
and SNAPS it!
Vivian HOWLS in pain, struggling wildly in the chair with
rage as Owen calmly walks back round to face her.
OWEN (cont'd)
So vampires can feel pain...
VIVIAN
Of course we feel pain, jackass!
OWEN
Good. Then this won't be as hard as
I thought.
Vivian hesitates, realising she may just have said the wrong
thing as we CUT TO:
19 EXT. WOLF LAIR - NIGHT 19
A handful of gray wolves are on patrol - a couple in wolf
form, most humanoid.
There's a RUSTLE from the treeline and several snap round,
eyes narrowing.
GRAY WOLF
Who's there?
TWIST (O.S.)
Britney Spears' divorce lawyer.
A beat - and Twist emerges from the bushes, hands raised in
surrender.
She's quickly surrounded by the larger wolves, but she keeps
her casual demeanour.
TWIST (cont'd)
I heard this was where you give
yourself up. So, here I am.
(beat)
Giving myself up?
The wolves just stare at her. She rolls her eyes.
TWIST (cont'd)
Good dogs.
She holds out her hands as if ready to be handcuffed.
TWIST (cont'd)
I surrender.
One of the wolves GRABS her, another laying a bear-like paw
on her shoulder as she's marched roughly towards the ranger's
station.
ON THE HILLSIDE where Danyael and the others are watching.
Danyael fidgets nervously as Twist disappears inside.
DANYAEL
Why'd you talk me into letting her
do this?
ROSHEEN
Because it works as a plan, that's
why. She gets in, finds your
friends and Marcus, then signals to
us.
LYRA
She won't have to signal. I'll be
able to hear her.
ROSHEEN
How? We're still... never mind.
Danyael still looks anxious as we CUT TO:
20 INT. WOLF LAIR - CONALL'S CHAMBER - NEXT 20
A doorway opens into a typically dark room, spot lamps fixed
to the wall as with the rest of the lair.
Vivian sags between two larger wolves, her face covered with
cuts and bruises and her clothing dishevelled and torn.
WOLF #1
She's ready for you, chief.
They DUMP her unceremoniously on the ground, backing out of
the room and shutting the door.
Vivian struggles to push herself to her feet as a new figure
paces up to her, standing over her.
VOICE (O.S.)
Well, well... looks like the good
doctor was right about you people
after all.
Vivian tries to look up at the speaker - but gets a BOOT
across the chin for her trouble as we CUT TO:
21 INT. WOLF LAIR - CELLS - NEXT 21
Chris stirs, finding himself alone in a grimy, dark cell. He
tries to sit up, wincing in pain at every movement.
The fever seems to have died down but he's still a little
woozy, pushing himself onto his knees and sitting up.
He looks round - the cell's more like an animal's hutch than
anything else, with CHAINS hanging from the walls.
He hears VOICES outside and looks round, shuffling back to
stay hidden in the shadows.
Feet march up to the low, iron grille door to the cell, and a
RATTLE of keys is followed by the door swinging open.
WOLF (O.S.)
Get in there.
Twist is shoved inside, landing face first on the muddy floor
with a SPLAT.
She recovers, grimacing at the mess on her outfit as the cell
door CLANGS shut and the wolves stomp away.
TWIST
Thanks, guys. Appreciate it!
Chris leans out of the shadows, surprised to see her:
CHRIS
Twist?
TWIST
Chris! Dude.
She heads over to him, grinning broadly as she looks him up
and down.
TWIST (cont'd)
You alright? You look kind of like
Danyael did that one time when he
drank that bottle of Jagermeister.
CHRIS
What are you doing here?
TWIST
Ah! See. This is all part of the
plan.
CHRIS
Whose plan?
TWIST
Mine, of course! See, Spook and the
others are still outside. Once I've
found you, Vivian and this Marcus
guy, I tell Lyra where we are and
they sneak in and grab us. Saves
having to start at the front door
and work their way round, and...
and you're not smiling.
He certainly isn't. He leans back against the wall.
CHRIS
Twist...
TWIST
Don't! Don't give me the
disappointed father face. Come on!
I gave myself up and got in here,
didn't I? What did I do wrong?
CHRIS
Nothing. I suppose. It's just that
things haven't exactly gone
according to my plan in here.
TWIST
Meaning?
CHRIS
Meaning these wolves injected me
with something which is surpressing
my magic, I have no idea where
they've taken Vivian and I still
haven't been able to locate Marcus.
TWIST
So in other words...
CHRIS
In other words, Danyael and the
others are stuck waiting for us
while all three of us are up shit
bloody creek in here.
TWIST
(beat)
Ah.
As she bites her lip, scanning the cell for anything that'll
help and coming up blank, we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
22 INT. WHITE FURS MANSION - COUNCIL CHAMBER - NIGHT 22
Keegan and a handful of other White Fur elders sit round a
large banquet table, stuffing their faces.
A hearty buffet has been largely picked clean by the hungry
wolves, with Keegan knocking back a decanter of wine.
Siobhan appears to his side, politely waiting for a break in
the messy eating before she COUGHS.
KEEGAN
(without turning)
What is it?
SIOBHAN
Uh, sir, I just wanted to ask you
if you'd, uh, changed your mind
about helping out the Black Furs.
(beat)
Sir.
The eating stops. Siobhan shifts as the elders all turn to
glare at her. Keegan keeps eating.
KEEGAN
I'll give you the same answer I
gave Torin. Not our problem.
SIOBHAN
I know that, sir, and I was there
when you told him, but...
ELDER #1
Get lost, pup.
ELDER #2
Tell the old man he can fight his
own battles. It's what he's best
at.
Murmurs of agreement pass round the table. Keegan turns to
stare at Siobhan, as though her next sentence will be the one
that makes his mind up.
SIOBHAN
Sir...
(beat; sighs)
Sir, I think we're next if we don't
help him this time.
Silence falls again. The other elders all look to Keegan.
With a grunt, he drains the last of his wine.
KEEGAN
Take Finley and five of his boys,
go see what the hell Torin's
rattling his cage about. If you're
not back by daylight, don't bother
coming back.
SIOBHAN
Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.
She scampers away, leaving the other elders to study Keegan
as he grabs a fresh chicken leg.
KEEGAN
Stop gawking at me. We all know
she'd have stood right there 'till
I said yes.
He resumes eating, the other elders gradually following suit
as we CUT TO:
23 INT. WOLF LAIR - CELLS - NIGHT 23
Twist is trying - unsuccessfully - to loosen the bars of the
cell, RATTLING them back and forth.
VOICE (O.S.)
It won't make any difference.
She turns round, Chris also trying to locate the sound of the
voice.
TWIST
Who -
Chris puts a finger to his lips, carefully edging forward.
CHRIS
Who's there?
He shows Twist his wrists - he's worked his way loose of his
bonds.
VOICE
Depends who's asking. I mean, you
two goons have been sitting a few
feet away from me this whole time
without even knowing I was here,
so...
TWIST
Hey, we were busy trying to escape!
There's a hint of movement from the shadows - and a SNORT of
laughter.
VOICE
How's that going for you?
TWIST
(beat; evasive)
We're working on some options.
VOICE
Let me tell you about 'options'...
Movement again, and Chris quickly moves to Twist's side,
ready to defend himself...
... as MARCUS emerges from the shadows, his body covered with
fresh wounds.
MARCUS
You've got two. Die like a wolf or
die like one of those runts out
there. Either way... we're not
getting out of here.
Chris eyes the man up - a strong, lithe body, his beard messy
and unkempt.
CHRIS
Marcus Rollins, I presume?
Marcus looks surprised to be recognised.
MARCUS
Who wants to know?
CHRIS
My name's Chris Berkeley, and
believe it or not, but... we're
here to rescue you.
Marcus SNORTS a derisive laugh again, settling back down.
MARCUS
Good job, English. I can taste that
free air already.
TWIST
(scowls)
On second thoughts, no, we're not.
We were actually sent here to
remind you what a baumgartner you
are.
MARCUS
(blinks)
A what?
CHRIS
(quickly)
Rosheen Doran sent us.
Marcus sits up at the name.
MARCUS
Rosheen? She's alright?
CHRIS
She's fine - in fact, she's waiting
just outside this base with some
more of my team.
TWIST
They're our plan.
MARCUS
I thought... I mean, I wouldn't
have blamed her - I don't blame her
for it, but...
CHRIS
You thought they'd forgotten you.
MARCUS
I'm not an idiot. I know diplomats
are the first people taken hostage
and the last people left behind.
CHRIS
Normally perhaps, but on this
occasion we're not leaving here
without you.
Marcus sits back again, resigned.
MARCUS
Great. Let me just grab my outdoor
coat and I'll be ready to go.
Chris turns to Twist, who raises an eyebrow as we CUT TO:
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