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TEASER
FADE IN:
1 INT. CORRIDOR - DAY 1
An expensive pair of SHOES walks on. The floor is spotless,
reflecting the lavish loafers.
Our walker reaches a set of swing doors and PUSHES THROUGH:
2 INT. CHAMBER - NEXT 2
Looking down from above, into a huge, partitioned area filled
with all manner of activity:
A FIRING RANGE where weapons of various calibres and
ammunition blow away pop-up targets;
LABORATORIES with huge VATS that hold shadowed, unseen
creatures within the thick, vividly-coloured fluid;
RESEARCH STATIONS where plans, blueprints and maps cover
every available surface, with lines, circles and arrows
scribbled on by teams of TECHNICIANS;
AN OPERATING THEATRE, with a body, chest cavity open, having
their organs removed and examined by lab-coated SURGEONS;
ANOTHER LAB, this one holding a strapping SOLDIER who sports
a CYBERNETIC HAND, testing its strength as he CRUSHES a
girder, more technicians watching.
A GYM filled with complex monitoring equipment, as a handful
of tracksuited SOLDIERS go through the paces.
PUSH ALONG the walkway that divides the room, sweeping left
and right to take in all these sights and sounds.
Guns FIRE, bombs EXPLODE, soldiers GRUNT as they work out or
test their strength in various observation rooms.
ANGLE DOWN FROM BALCONY, set up in the wall that overlooks
the entire chamber.
A door opens and somebody walks out, standing at the edge of
the platform - DR. PARKER.
ON PARKER as he surveys his kingdom, a proud smile on his
face.
He reaches for a small tannoy setup mounted at the front of
the balcony, activating the chamber's PA system with a quick
WHINE of feedback.
All eyes turn up to look at him, the open-plan chamber giving
everyone a straight eyeline to Parker.
PARKER
My fellow... lab rats.
He smiles, and a CHUCKLE ripples through the room.
PARKER (cont'd)
We stand at the edge of a great
moment in human history. Ever since
we have known about the creatures
that try to share this planet with
us, people like us have sought to
find ways to eradicate them, to
make this world safe for future
generations and to ensure that
Earth remains in the hands of those
who deserve it.
He pauses for effect, scanning the faces below. He has the
room's rapt attention.
PARKER (cont'd)
We have been content to work in
secrecy, locked away underground as
we labour on our creations,
striving to find new and ever more
effective ways to wipe out the
underworld menace and reclaim our
lands for our own kind.
He reaches over and picks up a REMOTE CONTROL, aiming it at
the wall next to him.
With the CLICK of a button, a huge VIDEO DISPLAY appears, a
map of the United States with state lines and major cities
marked out.
PARKER (cont'd)
Our bases and facilities now
stretch to cover every state of
this nation.
As he speaks, RED DOTS start to glow, spreading across the
map to show just how many bases Parker now controls.
PARKER (cont'd)
As we know, the vampires,
werewolves and other... entities
outnumber us, creating more of
their diseased offspring with each
passing day.
Another overlay scrolls across the map - marking out YELLOW
DOTS, showing concentrations of the vamps and wolves Parker's
referring to.
PARKER (cont'd)
But now is when we start to turn
the tide back. Now, at last, we are
in a position to begin a decisive
and unstoppable campaign against
these monstrosities, these...
vermin who threaten our very way of
life.
He turns back to face the room. Smiles as he sees that he
still commands their attention.
PARKER (cont'd)
Ladies and gentlemen, friends,
colleagues and allies... operation
Zero Tolerance... has begun!
A huge banner proclaiming 'Zero Tolerance' appears at the top
of the display, to a rapturous CHEER from the crowd below.
Parker raises his fist in victory, soaking up the APPLAUSE
from his underlings as we PUSH IN on the map itself.
CLOSER on the map, focusing on the state of WASHINGTON as we
CUT TO:
3 EXT. MOTEL - DAY 3
A nondescript Travelodge, set in a fairly grey part of town.
It's overcast, light rain is falling.
The team's BLACK VAN is one of the few vehicles parked
outside.
4 INT. MOTEL ROOM - NEXT 4
PULL BACK from the rain-smeared window to find TWIST staring
glumly out into the weather.
TITLE OVER: HACIENDA MOTEL, SEATTLE
The TV is on, but nobody's watching. Sitting on the edge of
the bed are DANYAEL and MARCUS, absently playing cards.
PULL BACK to find LYRA, leaning against the wall quietly.
Lying on the bed alongside her is VIVIAN.
Vivian looks up as CHRIS emerges from the small room's
bathroom, a glass of milky fluid in his hand.
VIVIAN
(quirks eyebrow)
Alright... what the hell is that?
CHRIS
It's something to help.
VIVIAN
Is 'help' gonna involve dosing me
with sedatives again? This isn't
the 'A-Team,' Chris. I don't mind
going on planes.
LYRA
It's so we know you won't... you
know...
TWIST
Go crazy and try to kill us all.
Again.
Vivian POUTS, sitting up as Chris sits beside her. She's
still weak, but doesn't appear happy about her situation.
VIVIAN
Guys, it's been a week. Alright? No
episodes since then. You shot me up
with that cure, and I'm -
CHRIS
Not cured yet. Whatever virus you
picked up isn't out of your system.
He offers her the glass. After a reluctant beat, Vivian takes
it and knocks back a gulp.
VIVIAN
(grimaces)
Dear Lord! What did you put in
that, acid?
Chris allows himself a small smile, rising from the bed and
approaching the window to join Twist.
CHRIS
How's it looking?
TWIST
We're in Seattle, chief. Only one
kind of weather out here.
CHRIS
Then let's hope it lightens a
little before we move out.
He walks back, leaving Twist to stare as we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
5 INT. MOTEL - DAY 5
Back with the team. It's a little later on in the day - the
weather outside is still pretty miserable, however.
Twist dozes on the bed, Marcus having taken up her spot at
the window. Danyael and Lyra are absent.
Chris sits with Vivian again, who is SHIVERING despite having
the entire duvet wrapped around her.
VIVIAN
(teeth chattering)
And here was me thinking vampires
didn't get cold...
CHRIS
Your body is reacting to a
combination of the virus and the
treatments we've been applying.
What you're experiencing is a
reflex action, based on what your
brain is being told by the rest of
your body.
VIVIAN
Yeah, well, my brain should shut up
and go read a book or something.
Chris reaches for the nightstand - where a fresh glass of the
milky liquid is waiting.
VIVIAN (cont'd)
(groans)
Again? Didn't I just take some of
that?
CHRIS
We have to keep your defences up.
Vampire metabolism is hardly an
exact science - we need to make
sure your body has plenty of
ammunition to fight off the virus.
He hands her the glass.
VIVIAN
At least you've stopped it with
that crazy 'let's go ask Parker for
help' idea.
She takes a swing, grimaces - and then reacts to Chris'
expression.
VIVIAN (cont'd)
Oh, come on! Tell me you're not!
CHRIS
Vivian, it's the only way we can be
sure we've got you clean.
VIVIAN
Look at me! Am I freaking out and
trying to eat your brain? No!
MARCUS
It's only a matter of time.
VIVIAN
What?
Marcus turns, leaning casually against the window sill.
MARCUS
We haven't cured you. We've just
slowed down the effects. You will
turn again once the virus builds up
its strength.
VIVIAN
So what's the plan? Keep knocking
me out? Tie me to a chair? Bury me
in concrete?
MARCUS
I voted for restraining...
(off Chris' look)
... but apparently that's not a
popular option.
CHRIS
Vivian, this isn't a personal call.
We just want to raid a facility,
get the information we need and
then be on our way. I'm not
planning on tackling Parker again
until we're all at full strength.
VIVIAN
(shakes head)
It's too risky. If Parker knows I'm
sick, there's no telling what kinds
of gizmos he's got tucked up his
sleeve to zap me with. He could
make me flip out like that.
She SNAPS her fingers. Chris nods towards the glass, and with
a HUFF she swigs more of the foul-tasting liquid.
CHRIS
We've tried spells, and I like to
think I know enough about white
magic to put together a pretty damn
good healing enchantment. Nothing's
worked.
VIVIAN
So keep trying! There has to be
another way!
MARCUS
There is.
(beat)
We kill you.
VIVIAN
(scoffs)
Oh, yeah. I mean, there's that.
(to Chris)
Is he always going to be like this?
CHRIS
(at Marcus; terse)
I certainly hope not.
Marcus turns back to look out through the window.
CHRIS (cont'd)
All I'm saying is that this is our
best chance to find you a cure that
works. None of us want this hanging
over you.
Vivian keeps quiet, staring at her empty glass.
CHRIS (cont'd)
Quick in, quick out. You know the
layouts, the security measures -
everything we need. I don't plan on
getting bogged down in a fight.
VIVIAN
Nobody ever plans on that. It's
just something that keeps
happening.
He lays a hand on hers. The gesture shuts her up.
CHRIS
Vivian.
(beat)
We have to do this.
She meets his gaze. Holds it.
VIVIAN
(sighs)
Alright.
Chris nods, rising, and takes the glass from here. Vivian
rubs her face, inhaling.
VIVIAN (cont'd)
Okay. We're in Seattle, so there's
a pretty big base not far from
here. Not the biggest, but it'll do
for us.
Chris lays down a large MAP on the bed.
CHRIS
Show me.
Vivian leans over, peering at the map and tracing lines with
her finger.
VIVIAN
It's near where all the big
software places have their
headquarters - you know, Microsoft,
Amazon, Nintendo. I always figured
Parker liked the irony of being
where the money was.
She taps her finger on one spot.
VIVIAN (cont'd)
There's a base underneath an old
science park out there. It's mainly
lab work - genetics, experiments,
that kind of thing. Doesn't deal
with weapons or muscle. Shouldn't
be hard to get into.
CHRIS
Then that's where we're headed.
MARCUS
Will that help? I mean, shouldn't
we go back to the base where Vivian
was originally bitten?
VIVIAN
All the bases are linked to a
central intranet, so facilities in
different states can share results
and information. This place we're
looking for has access to that and
should have all the resources we
need to manufacture some kind of
antidote.
CHRIS
I'm convinced. We'll wait for the
others to return and then head out.
VIVIAN
(dry)
You're letting me out to play? Gee,
I must've been a good girl.
Chris lets the remark slide - and the door opens to allow
Danyael and Lyra back in. Danyael's on his cell phone.
DANYAEL
(into phone)
Nate, Nate, slow down, man. What's
happening?
Chris frowns as Lyra glides over to him, reaching for and
taking his arm.
LYRA
One of Danyael's vampire friends in
the area called him. I think
they're in trouble.
DANYAEL
(into phone)
Look, dude, just lock all the doors
and keep your heads down. I'll come
over with some people right away.
He covers the mouthpiece, addressing Chris:
DANYAEL (cont'd)
Chris, I don't know what's going
on, but my buddy Nate's in real
trouble. Says three other hangouts
across town have been hit today
already.
CHRIS
'Hit'? By who?
DANYAEL
He's not sure. Someone with lots of
men with guns, who know lots of
ways to kill vampires.
VIVIAN
(cold)
Parker.
CHRIS
Some kind of new offensive,
perhaps?
Danyael puts his ear back to the phone, listening for a beat
before turning back to the others.
DANYAEL
We can't leave them. Nate's a good
guy, can call on a lot of manpower
in a hurry. We'll need that.
CHRIS
(thinks; nods)
Alright. Take Twist and Marcus and
go and find out what's happening.
Danyael nods,moving to the bed where Twist still dozes. He
reaches out to gently nudge her:
And Marcus GRABS his wrist before he can touch her. Danyael
shoots him a look, and Marcus slowly releases his grip.
DANYAEL
(stung)
Alright, you wake her.
Marcus SHAKES Twist a little, stepping back as she jolts and
starts, coming to.
TWIST
(half-asleep)
Whu? What? I didn't do it...
MARCUS
Twist. Time to go.
TWIST
Already? We just got here!
Danyael SIGHS as Chris heads to the table by the TV - opening
a holdall full of WEAPONS.
CHRIS
Travel light. Don't get stuck in
any fights if you can help it. Move
your friends to a safer location
and then report back to us.
DANYAEL
Wait, you're not coming with?
CHRIS
We're going to break into one of
Parker's facilities near here. See
if we can find something to help
Vivian.
Danyael raises an eyebrow and looks at Vivian, who rolls her
eyes and shrugs.
DANYAEL
Alright. I'll check in on the hour.
There's a hire car place downstairs
we can use to get there.
He swipes a well-crafted SWORD from the bag, along with a few
other items, before stuffing them into his own bag.
He heads for the door as Twist YAWNS, stretching out lazily
and making no effort to hurry up.
MARCUS
Twist, we need to get moving.
TWIST
I know, I know... just gimme a -
He takes her by the arm, startling her.
MARCUS
Now.
She glares at him, jaw open in shock.
TWIST
Now wait just a god-damn-fricken
minute! If you think -
And Marcus PULLS her to her feet, almost frogmarching her
towards the door!
TWIST (cont'd)
Hey! Let go of me!
Chris and Lyra stand back, letting Marcus escort her outside,
Twist's cries of anger cut off as the door is kicked shut.
CHRIS
(beat)
You know, I think I'm starting to
change my mind about him...
Vivian COUGHS from the bed, extending a hand.
VIVIAN
Little help?
She's still coughing as Chris helps pull her to her feet, and
as she takes a moment to recover we CUT TO:
6 INT. VAN - DAY 6
Chris, Lyra and Vivian are in the van, Vivian just coming out
of another coughing fit.
VIVIAN
(hoarse)
Okay, I am ready to not be sick any
more now.
CHRIS
We're almost there.
LYRA
What are we likely to run into?
VIVIAN
The usual kinds of magic and non
human detectors, I guess. Shouldn't
be a big armed presence.
CHRIS
'Shouldn't?'
VIVIAN
Won't.
Chris drives on, the van's windscreen wipers working overtime
against the thick rain as we CUT TO:
7 EXT. SCIENCE PARK - DAY 7
A cluster of angular buildings, thrown together and discarded
like some child's Lego set.
The van is parked on the road outside the wire perimeter
fence.
8 EXT. SCIENCE PARK - GROUNDS - NEXT 8
Chris and Vivian stand back, on the other side of the fence,
as Lyra approaches it.
She reaches out and touches the criss-cross pattern with one
hand, closing her eyes...
... and as she moves her hand, she pulls the wire away with
it to quickly form a wide gap in the fence!
She steps through, waiting for Chris and Vivian to join her.
VIVIAN
You have got to show me how you do
that.
Lyra smiles, letting Chris take her hand as the trio scurry
into the heart of the complex.
PULL BACK as the team dart from cover to cover, moving
towards a large maintenance building in the middle.
9 INT. MAINTENANCE BUILDING - NEXT 9
Chris BARGES the door open, leading the girls into a drab
room filled with noisy machinery.
Vivian heads for a large HATCH built into the floor, turning
it a few times before stepping back.
VIVIAN
Alright, this is usually the part
where I've beaten some guy up to
get the access codes...
She nods towards a KEYPAD on the wall near the hatch. Chris
heads over, examines it, then holds his hand over it.
He mutters a few words, his hand GLOWING with white light.
Red LED digits start rapidly scrolling over the display.
With a loud CLICK, green lights pop on around the hatch. With
a grin, Vivian takes the handle and turns.
VIVIAN (cont'd)
I take back everything bad I ever
said about you guys.
After a few turns, she pulls the hatch open, gesturing for
Chris to head on down.
He's taken a few steps down the ladder leading into the base,
when Vivian adds:
VIVIAN (cont'd)
Ladies first.
She smirks, waiting to help guide Lyra onto the ladder as we
CUT TO:
10 INT. UNDERGROUND FACILITY - CORRIDOR - NEXT 10
Chris drops off the ladder, reaching up to pluck Lyra from
the steps and lift her to the floor.
VIVIAN
You know, some people might think
she gets preferential treatment.
She climbs down to join them, looking up and down the long,
plain corridor.
LYRA
Some people can see where they're
going.
VIVIAN
Touche.
CHRIS
Which way? And shouldn't we be
doing something about the alarms?
LYRA
Oh, right. Just a second.
She closes her eyes and HUMS - and a SHIMMER of invisible
energy flows out from her, passing through Chris and Vivian.
LYRA (cont'd)
(opens eyes)
There. Our energy signatures are
just a little out of
synchronisation now. The base won't
register that we're here.
Chris nods, moving on as Vivian pats Lyra on the shoulder.
VIVIAN
We're gonna have to find some stuff
you can't do, you know, just so the
others don't think you're too -
ALARMS starts to blare out, RED LIGHTS bathing the corridor!
VIVIAN (cont'd)
What the -
LYRA
(wide-eyed)
They know we're here!
VIVIAN
Well, no shit they know we're here!
CHRIS
I thought we were cloaked?
LYRA
We are!
(beat; realises)
It's her.
She turns to Vivian, who reacts, surprised.
LYRA (cont'd)
The alarms picked up the virus. I -
I didn't know how to cover it!
Above them the hatch swings shut with a BANG - and thick
STEEL DOORS start to descend from the ceiling around them!
CHRIS
Come on!
He races on, the girls hurrying behind to avoid getting
trapped behind the doors as we CUT TO:
11 INT. HIRE CAR - DAY 11
The windows have been BLACKED OUT, enough to hold off any
sunlight but with patches for Danyael to look through.
Not that there is any sunlight at the moment.
Danyael is checking his phone, glancing at the display.
DANYAEL
He's not answering.
TWIST
We're, like, seconds away.
Whatever's going on, we're almost
there to help handle it.
Danyael tucks his phone away, concern etched into his face.
MARCUS
How many vampires does this 'Nate'
have around him?
DANYAEL
About thirty in his own base, with
something like a hundred more all
over the area. There should be
plenty of...
He trails off as the car turns a corner, staring out through
the darkened windshield.
TWIST
(horrified)
Oh, God...
The trio stare out as we CUT TO:
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