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                                       ACT TWO

               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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