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TEASER
FADE IN:
1 EXT. STREET - DAY 1
PAN ACROSS a quiet inner city street. THICK CLOUDS cover
the sky overhead. Tall, dull buildings line the roads.
A shattered ARMOURED TRUCK comes into view, bonnet crumpled
from a head-on collision.
A handful of BODIES lie on the ground around it - all
dressed in black, military-style outfits.
Another TRUCK scrolls into frame, this one on its side and
the recipient of the other truck's attack.
Another BODY lies before it, head cut almost in two on the
jagged, broken windshield.
HEADLIGHTS fall across the scene, highlighting it in the
dim, early-evening light.
They pick out MARCUS, halfway between wolf and man - hands
curled into CLAWS, FANGS filling his mouth. He SNARLS, his
body hunching down like a coiled spring.
Picking herself up off the floor is a bruised and shaken
TWIST, with an even more battered DANYAEL alongside her.
Facing them are TWO DOZEN TROOPERS, more of Parker's bio
engineered mercenaries, all toting semi-automatics.
TROOPER
So how'd you want this to end,
freak? Head shot?
TROOPER #2
Naah, he'd want to at least take
us on first. You know, get some
of that aggression out before he
starts humpin' our legs or
something.
The troopers LAUGH, but Marcus is slowly backing over to
where Twist and Danyael are recovering. His eyes never
leave the troopers.
MARCUS
Are you alright?
TWIST
In what parallel universe is any
of this 'alright'?
MARCUS
Are you hurt? Can you still
fight?
TWIST
I can always still fight. That's
the damn problem.
The troopers start to advance, fanning out to keep the trio
covered.
Twist glances at Marcus, noticing at last his garou form.
TWIST (cont'd)
Woah.
MARCUS
What?
TWIST
Nothin,' just... haven't seen you
do that before. It's cool.
MARCUS
Let's concentrate on the problem
at hand, shall we?
TWIST
No, right. Yeah. Course.
(beat)
Spook?
Danyael waves a weak hand from the floor.
DANYAEL
Yup.
(beat)
I'm fine, by the way. Thanks for
asking.
Twist gives him a NUDGE with her boot as he hauls himself
to his feet.
TWIST
Alright, sit rep. Twelve on
three. That's four each. Reckon
you can manage that?
She glances at Danyael - and he can barely stand.
TWIST (cont'd)
(gulps)
Maybe we should rethink the
numbers...
The troopers cock their weapons as one with a series of
CLICKS.
Marcus GROWLS again, fangs bared like an animal backed into
a corner.
He starts to move forward - but Twist suddenly clamps a
hand on his arm.
TWIST (cont'd)
Wait!
Marcus snaps round to her, but she's keeping her gaze on
the troopers.
She bravely steps forward, raising her hands. The bemused
troopers swap puzzled glances.
TWIST (cont'd)
We surrender.
TROOPER
You... you what?
MARCUS
What the hell are you doing?
TWIST
(to Marcus)
Shut up!
(back to troopers)
We can do that, right? Surrender?
TROOPER
Uh...
TWIST
(sharp)
Oh, what is this? Did we get the
bargain basement goons or
something? We give up already!
The troopers are a little thrown by this. Marcus edges
closer to Twist, whispering into her ear:
MARCUS
We can take them.
TWIST
No, we can't. You've seen what
happens. Even one-on-one we
barely took them down. And I know
me and Spook can come back from
gunshots, but you can't.
Marcus fumes - but she's absolutely right.
The troopers close in, keeping their weapons trained. One
produces a set of PLASTICUFFS.
TWIST (cont'd)
So just do what I do, and trust
me. Alright? That's what family
do, isn't it?
Marcus holds her gaze - and as the troopers close in, he
finally lets out a long breath.
He begins to CHANGE - fangs shrink in his mouth, his claws
sliding back into his fingers.
Stepping away, he extends his hands, wrists together, and
as the suspicious troopers start to shackle the trio, we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
2 INT. UNDERGROUND FACILITY - CORRIDOR - DAY 2
This part of the high-tech setup features a curved corridor
overlooking a wide, deep chamber, with glass panels on the
far side looking into more labs and workshops.
A pair of GUARDS jog past, one urgently talking into his
radio as they hurry along.
They disappear round the bend - and VIVIAN drops silently
out of the shadows, landing without a sound.
VIVIAN
Clear.
LYRA emerges from an alcove in the wall, reaching out a
hand which Vivian takes to pull her close.
VIVIAN (cont'd)
Is it just me, or are we seeing
less of those guys each time
round?
LYRA
This way.
She tugs at Vivian's sleeve, but Vivian only manages a few
steps before she stops.
She sways on her feet, looking like she's going to topple
over - until Lyra SLAPS her!
VIVIAN
Ow! What the -
LYRA
You were losing it again.
VIVIAN
No, I wasn't! I -
LYRA
Vivian. I can hear really well.
Your heartbeat and respiration
slowed down even more than
normal.
Vivian eyes her, a little spooked.
VIVIAN
Vampire heartbeats are, like...
virtually nonexistent. Same with
us breathing. It's just a reflex.
LYRA
But one I can still hear. So...
She gives Vivian's arm a slightly firmer pull.
LYRA (cont'd)
Let's go.
The girls keep moving, threading their way round the wide,
curved corridor.
VIVIAN
This place is like the inside of
the damn Death Star!
LYRA
The what?
VIVIAN
Never could figure out where
Parker got all the money from to
set these places up.
LYRA
Never mind his finances - we need
to find where they're keeping
Chris!
VIVIAN
Alright, look. You said they were
doing something painful to him,
right?
LYRA
(shivers)
Yes.
VIVIAN
Stands to reason that'd be one of
the main biogenetics labs, then.
Or maybe one of the OTs.
LYRA
What are those?
VIVIAN
Operating theatres.
(beat)
You really didn't want that
image, did you?
LYRA
(beat)
Let's just keep moving.
And they do, hurrying on as we CUT TO:
3 INT. UNDERGROUND FACILITY - OPERATING THEATRE - NEXT 3
And here's CHRIS, still strapped to one of the crucifix
shaped tables, white-coated SURGEONS crowded around him.
He's stripped to the waits, his upper body covered with
PUNCTURE WOUNDS and other surgical injuries.
The wall behind him is filled with MONITORS, some showing
real time 3-D displays of his bodily functions, others an
EEG and brain wave patterns.
His eyes are closed, his breathing shallow and rapid. He's
been through hell already.
PARKER (O.S.)
Are we ready for the next round?
The surgeons turn as PARKER enters the frame, peering down
at Chris.
PARKER (cont'd)
Is he sedated?
SURGEON
His body's gone into some kind of
light coma.
PARKER
I wasn't aware there was a
'light' coma.
SURGEON
It's self-induced. He's shut down
his higher brain functions,
presumably some form of
meditation.
Parker nods, leaning in close over Chris.
PARKER
Trying to shut us out, eh, lad?
Can't say it'll do you a lick of
good. We don't need you to be
fully conscious for what we're
about to do.
He steps back, nodding towards the nearest surgeon.
PARKER (cont'd)
Boot up the Minkowski device.
The surgeon nods, turning to a nearby terminal and typing
commands into it.
Parker's attention returns to Chris.
PARKER (cont'd)
Let's get some of that white
magic out of you, eh?
He grins, Chris still too deeply under to hear him as we
CUT TO:
4 INT. ARMOURED TRUCK - DAY 4
Hands shackled behind their back, feet clamped into
restraints on the floor, Marcus, Twist and Danyael ride in
the rear of the vehicle.
Three troopers sit facing them, guns still to hand. Marcus
keeps his head down, Danyael dozes - but Twist is alert.
TWIST
So what's the gig like for you
guys? What kinda pay package you
on? Get any cool benefits?
Expense accounts? Health
insurance?
TROOPER
Yeah, we get a six month plan of
shut your damn mouth.
TWIST
Now, see, I tried that, but it
just didn't work out for me.
The trooper LOADS his gun, but Twist just grins.
TWIST (cont'd)
That meant to scare me?
TROOPER
Does it?
TWIST
Honey, I have literally lost
count of the number of times I've
been shot.
TROOPER
One more won't make much
difference then, will it?
The trooper raises his gun slightly - to an admonishing
glare from the man beside him.
TROOPER #2
Garton...
TROOPER
What? This lippy vamp bitch is
asking for it.
TROOPER #2
You know what our orders are.
GARTON shoots his colleague a look, then lowers his weapon.
Twist quirks an eyebrow.
TWIST
And now I do, too.
(off looks)
Well, you need us for something,
obviously, else you'd have killed
us back there. And you need us in
one piece too, so I'm thinking -
Garton surges out of his seat, RAMMING his gun into her!
GARTON
(enraged)
I'm thinking you'd better shut
the hell up, right now, before I -
TROOPER #2
Garton! Sit. Down.
Garton glares at Twist, who keeps his gaze, before he
finally slides back into his seat.
TWIST
Good boy. And anyway...
She NUDGES Marcus, who doesn't look up.
TWIST (cont'd)
You hurt me, and my brother
here'll make you a new hole to
stuff all those pies into.
Marcus finally raises his head, meeting Garton's gaze - and
he SMILES.
Garton SHIVERS, the intent behind that smile perfectly
clear to him, His bravado falters for a beat.
Twist smirks, leaning back in her seat as the truck speeds
on, and we CUT TO:
5 INT. UNDERGROUND FACILITY - HALL - NEXT 5
Vivian and Lyra reach the top of a tall, spiral staircase,
which leads down to the floor of a large chamber.
Within the chamber are several VEHICLES - armoured trucks
like the one carrying Twist's team, larger assault vehicles
and something resembling a monstrous TANK.
VIVIAN
What the hell is he building in
here?
LYRA
What is it?
VIVIAN
I've not seen this kind of stuff
before. Parker's not done
anything on this scale, since...
well, ever.
They start to descend the staircase, Lyra keeping one hand
on Vivian's shoulder.
LYRA
Maybe he's planning more attacks
like the ones Danyael mentioned?
VIVIAN
More like he's planning on
invading Canada, with this kind
of firepower.
They reach the foot of the stairs, Vivian surveying the
rows of vehicles again.
VIVIAN (cont'd)
We need to take a look.
LYRA
No! Vivian, please! We've gotten
sidetracked already, we have to
find Chris now!
Vivian looks to her, genuinely torn - and then EXHALES.
VIVIAN
Alright. But we come back this
way when we've found him.
LYRA
Agreed.
They head on, as we CUT TO:
6 INT. UNDERGROUND FACILITY - CORRIDOR - NEXT 6
As a heavy SECURITY DOOR starts to descend to seal the
circular corridor, two Guards step beneath it.
VOICE (O.S.)
Is that all of you?
The Guards address the speaker, who remains off screen.
GUARD
We've pulled almost all of our
men out of this level now.
VOICE (O.S.)
'Almost'?
GUARD #2
A few haven't responded, they may
have been compromised already.
VOICE (O.S.)
No matter. I'll deal with them
later.
The Guards watch as the speaker steps into view - and it's
CONALL.
CONALL
(smirks)
I think I'm long overdue a little
'me' time first.
The door's almost to the floor now - but Conall has enough
time to nimbly slip beneath it.
It lands with a THUD, pressurised locks HISSING as they
seal it. The two Guards share a look.
GUARD
You wanna stick around? Maybe -
GUARD #2
Hell, no. I want to get the hell
away from that thing before it
decides we're next on the menu.
They turn and start to leave. PUSH IN on the security door
as we CUT TO:
7 INT. UNDERGROUND FACILITY - OPERATING THEATRE - NEXT 7
Chris now has what looks like a large LIGHTNING ROD hanging
over him.
He's still unresponsive, but as energy CRACKLES up and down
the long, thin instrument, his body TWITCHES slightly.
SURGEON
Anything?
ORDERLY
Nothing yet, sir. His body must
be fighting the effects.
SURGEON
Charge to three-ten.
The ORDERLY swaps a glance with another assistant.
ORDERLY
But, sir, that's -
SURGEON
Charge to three-ten.
The Orderly takes a breath, then rotates a dial on a
control panel hooked up to the machine above Chris.
It starts to PULSE with light, more SPARKS of electricity
snapping from it.
Chris' body visibly tenses up, his muscles tightening in
protest against the machine's effects.
And then a thin sliver of WHITE LIGHT starts to trail up
from his chest!
The Surgeon narrows hie eyes, watching as the light snakes
up through the air, heading for the device.
SURGEON (cont'd)
I think we just found our
subject's breaking point.
(to Orderly)
Turn it up to three-twenty, just
to be sure.
ORDERLY
Sir, we're already at a near
lethal level with this. If we
damage the subject before we're
done, Dr. Parker will -
SURGEON
(snaps)
Dr. Parker will feed you to the
experiments on level forty-seven
if you don't do as I say! Now
turn it to three-twenty before I
have you fed to the dogs!
Stung, the Orderly duly cranks the machine up higher.
Chris' back starts to arch, the pull of the machine above
him intensifying.
More WHITE LIGHT spirals up from him, seeping through his
skin and funneling in the air.
SURGEON (cont'd)
Incredible...
As the light continues to trail towards the device, the
machine PULSES more rapidly.
On Chris' body, however, his wounds start to BLEED again -
other injuries already half-healed starting to open up!
SURGEON (cont'd)
Keep an eye on the Hortonometer.
Make sure we drain every last
drop of essence from him.
The Orderly knows better than to answer back this time, and
as Chris continues to suffer we CUT TO:
8 INT. ARMOURED TRUCK - DAY 8
Back with Twist's captive team.
TWIST
Wanna know something I heard?
TROOPER #2
We're not interested, freak.
TWIST
Suit yourself.
(beat)
I just thought, you know, that if
I heard something about Parker's
next batch of G.I. Joes that
related directly to what's gonna
happen to you guys... then you'd
wanna hear all about it.
The troopers swap glances, but #2 is quick to quell them:
TROOPER #2
(to others)
Don't listen to her. She's just
trying to screw with us 'cause
she knows she's beat.
TWIST
(shrugs)
Just passing on the info. Heard
it over the radio in the truck we
stole. I don't think we were
meant to, though - Danyael was
messing with the radio.
She scans the troopers, measuring their reactions.
TWIST (cont'd)
What do you think it means when
they say they're gonna 'retire'
you guys once this 'Zero
Tolerance' thing is over?
#2 draws a huge KNIFE, wearily retorting:
TROOPER #2
Why don't you -
GARTON
'Retire'?
TROOPER #2
Garton, stand down! Stop
listening to her!
(to Trooper #3)
Can't we just gag them?
TWIST
That's what I heard. That exact
phrase. Something about how
you'll have 'outlived your
usefulness,' and that the 'new
wave' of troops will take over.
GARTON
(to Trooper #2)
Mann, what the hell is she
talking about?
MANN
Nothing! She's lying!
(to Twist)
Last warning, vamp - you shut up
or I slit your throat and time
how long it takes you to heal!
TWIST
D'you reckon 'take over' was code
for 'kill off'?
Mann bursts from his seat with an angry GRUNT, but this
time it's Garton who intervenes, SHOVING him back.
As the troopers descend into a furious argument, Twist
surreptitiously glances across as Marcus, looking behind
his back:
And he's working on his bonds, having half-changed his
hands into garou claws so he can cut through the cuffs!
Satisfied, twist leans back with a sly smile as we CUT TO:
9 INT. UNDERGROUND FACILITY - HALLWAY - NEXT 9
Vivian and Lyra hurry along, Vivian pausing to read down a
MAP on the wall, arrows pointing to different sections.
Lyra frowns, looking up and down the corridor. It's empty.
LYRA
Something's wrong.
VIVIAN
(reading)
Just a sec...
LYRA
Vivian... nobody's here.
VIVIAN
Yeah, that's a good thing,
remember?
LYRA
No, I mean... I mean nobody's
here.
Puzzled, Vivian turns to her.
VIVIAN
Meaning?
LYRA
Meaning I can't sense anybody in
this whole part of the base. It's
like... like they've all just
gone.
Now suspicious too, Vivian's hand reaches for her SWORD.
VIVIAN
Might explain why we haven't seen
many guards...
LYRA
And why we've gotten this far so
easily.
VIVIAN
'Easily'?
LYRA
You know what I mean. What if -
CLICK! All the lights go out. The duo react, plunged into
pitch darkness.
VIVIAN
What if we're walking into a
trap, you mean?
Vivian pulls Lyra close, drawing her sword.
VIVIAN (cont'd)
Alright. OTs are just past this
hallway. We keep moving, we watch
our backs, and if anything
happens, we -
CONALL (O.S.)
(echoes)
Run, rabbit, run...
Vivian FREEZES. Lyra grips her arm in fear.
VIVIAN
(groans)
Oh, crap...
Conall's mocking LAUGHTER rings all around them.
VIVIAN (cont'd)
(pushes Lyra)
Run!
And as the girls turn and flee, LAUGHTER chasing at their
heels, we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT ONE
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