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TEASER
FADE IN:
1 EXT. MANOR HOUSE - NIGHT 1
The base of operations is as busy as ever as we FOLLOW
several BLACK FUR members.
TRUCKS and convoys are steadily making their way in and out
as various soldiers patrol the grounds. Judging by the breath
coming from their mouths, its cold at this ungodly hour.
HOLD on this to ESTABLISH before a segue into:
2 INT. MANOR HOUSE - NIGHT 2
Follow several Black Fur lieutenants as they make their way
through a hallway into:
3 INT. MANOR HOUSE - MEETING ROOM - NEXT 3
There's only a few of the high-ranking Black Furs inside, but
there are familiar faces such as ROSHEEN, talking quietly to
a stoic REAGAN.
The doors open and MARCUS enters, wearing dark fatigues. He
smiles at the two Black Furs.
MARCUS
Evening, everyone.
ROSHEEN
(smiles)
Evening, Marcus.
MARCUS
So how are we doing?
ROSHEEN
(beat)
Take a seat and we'll talk.
MARCUS
I'll stand, but we'll still talk.
Marcus spots a platter left on the table in the middle of the
room. He grabs a SANDWICH and turns to the two Furs.
MARCUS (cont'd)
(explaining)
We didn't get a bite to eat before.
Or, rather, we did, but Twist ate
everything worth having before the
rest of us. Never seen a vampire
eat so damn much...
ROSHEEN
(amused)
Enjoy.
She nods to Reagan, before raising her voice to get the
room's attention:
ROSHEEN (cont'd)
Alright. Now we're all here, let's
begin. As you know, my father
couldn't make it today, so I'll be
leading the briefing instead.
Reagan goes and closes the heavy oak doors with a click,
while Rosheen clicks on a recently-installed WALLSCREEN.
An image of the United States, divided into the various Black
White Fur territories, appears on the screen.
ROSHEEN (cont'd)
The White Furs have been venturing
further out of their areas and into
ours. But they're not the real
problem - far from it.
(beat; sighs)
Conall's packs are increasing in
numbers and in strength. We tried
to raid one of Conall's packs as
they were heading north and nearly
got torn to pieces.
Rosheen picks up a remote control, aims it at the screen and
hits a button.
The screen image changes to a grainy black and white
photograph of an unmistakable figure - CONALL. He's stood in
front of a Jeep whilst several of his soldiers mill about,
armed to the teeth although its unnecessary.
ROSHEEN (cont'd)
We did manage to recover several
images from a dead White Fur of one
of Conall's camps. The numbers have
increased by at least one hundred
more in two weeks.
(beat)
We can't keep trying to attack and
defend at the same time. We're
getting wiped out here.
MARCUS
What about his new best friend?
ROSHEEN
Parker. He's been helping him as
well, chipping in with the
destruction of both groups. He's
attacked Black and White Furs
alike, and neither of us can take
the strain much longer.
(beat; softer)
We lost three of our own in the
last attack. And for every one of
the enemy that we kill, a dozen
spring back up. It's like the
Hydra, except that there's no
Hercules here to save our asses.
MARCUS
So what you're saying is...
ROSHEEN
What I'm saying is that the entire
wolf nation's going to be extinct
unless we can come up with a plan
to bring some serious trouble to
the doorsteps of these bastards.
Rosheen scans the faces before her - just as there's a soft
KNOCK at the door. It opens to reveal LYRA.
LYRA
(nervously)
Um... hello?
All eyes turn to her, but Marcus strides across the room
towards her before anyone can speak.
MARCUS
(warmly)
Lyra. How you doing?
LYRA
I'm good. Thanks.
(beat)
I was wondering, could you show me
downstairs? I can't find anyone
else and the stairs are pretty
high.
MARCUS
I'd be delighted. It's not every
day a guy can be gallant.
LYRA
(blushing slightly)
Thank you.
Marcus strides over and takes her hand delicately like a
gentleman.
MARCUS
(smiling)
At your service.
(to Rosheen)
Do you mind?
ROSHEEN
We'll catch up later.
Marcus nods, leaving with Lyra as Rosheen brings up a fresh
image on the screen, and we CUT TO:
4 INT. MANOR HOUSE - STAIRWELL - NEXT 4
Marcus gently leads Lyra downstairs, step by steps while
members of the Black Furs watch, somewhat bemused.
MARCUS
So where have the others gone?
LYRA
(smiles)
I asked to be left here. To recover
and enjoy the... atmosphere a
while. Chris and Danyael are
getting supplies and are picking me
up soon.
MARCUS
Twist?
LYRA
She can manage out of your sight
for more than a few minutes, you
know.
Marcus raises an eyebrow at this - but Lyra smirks, and he
realises she's teasing as we CUT TO:
5 INT. CLUB - SAME TIME 5
Godawful TECHNO MUSIC (it's Gene Simmons' cover of
'Firestarter') blasts through the huge speakers in the club.
It's flashing lights and everything as we SWEEP past sweaty,
gyrating members of the opposite genders.
PAN UP onto a circular viewing BALCONY above the dancefloor,
offering a perfect view of pretty much everything and
everyone.
6 INT. CLUB - BALCONY - NEXT 6
Starting to PAN ALONG the preventive metal BAR of the balcony
and spot a figure, head down, before they THROW THEIR HEAD
back and land on:
TWIST, who's geared up for a night out. She looks every inch
of the dark princess as she DOWNS another shot and LICKS her
arm before biting into a LEMON.
TWIST
Sweet Fraggle of Mercy, it's been
years since a tequila shot!
(winces)
I so should have trademarked that
one back in the day.
She GRIMACES at the taste and turns to the woman beside her -
it's VIVIAN, dolled up more punky to Twist's goth. She stabs
at one of the cocktails on the menu.
VIVIAN
You're telling me! I invented this
cocktail, and then this bum just
steals it from me!
(beat)
I enjoyed drinking him.
Twist PUNCHES her in the arm.
TWIST
Hey! Remember, for a couple of
teetotalers like us, it's only
alcohol tonight.
VIVIAN
(raises glass)
For small pleasures.
TWIST
(raises her own)
And the bigger ones that make them
seem like crap.
They down another SHOT each, grimacing at the tequila makes
its way down their throats.
VIVIAN
So... anyone on the horizon?
TWIST
(searches crowd)
Nope.
VIVIAN
At least you've got options. Every
guy I talk to asks if I'm that girl
from that TV show.
TWIST
Which one?
VIVIAN
(shrugs)
No idea.
TWIST
It's 'Search For The Next Pussycat
Doll,' isn't it?
Vivian smirks as Twist's eyes survey the crowd expertly,
searching for any cute guys in this sea of flesh...
Then her eyes WIDEN in apparent shock - PUSH IN on what she's
seen.
There's a MAN, in his mid thirties, with dark hair and
wearing the jeans and tee shirt that are customary in these
kind of clubs.
VIVIAN (O.S.)
Hey, what's wrong? You look like
you've just seen a ghost!
TWIST
No freakin' way...
VIVIAN
(concerned)
Twist?
She nudges Twist, who turns to her with wide, fearful eyes.
TWIST
It's... it's him.
(beat)
It's Boyce.
Vivian frowns, not understanding, before we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
7 INT. CLUB - NIGHT 7
Twist still looks as though her universe threw her a curve
ball, bent some rule and basically screwed her over.
After a long beat, she STRIDES straight towards the bar and
without missing a beat, SIDE-FLIPS over it.
Twist FLIPS over in mid-air and lands on her feet, having
achieving something gracefully for once.
She looks up and sees that everyone's too engrossed in their
dancing to have noticed her neat little move.
Relieved, she quickly begins to push through the crowd,
carving a path through the increasingly irate dancers and
members of the populace, her face a mixture of fear,
confusion and anger as she searches for Boyce.
But he's not there. His glass is empty on the small table and
Twist picks it up with a CRACK and SLAMS it down so hard on
the small table, it SHATTERS.
Twist barely even notices the cuts in her hand as she pushes
her way through, being followed by Vivian.
VIVIAN
(bemused)
What? You're not that desperate for
some action that you're chasing the
guy now?
Twist doesn't even register this as she heads out into:
8 EXT. CLUB - ALLEYWAY - NEXT 8
It's a wonderfully clear and cold night outside, with a
multitude of stars and a full moon for enjoyment but our
peroxide vampire is unaware of the heavenly beauty around her
as she BURSTS through a previously locked door and searches
the alleyway outside.
There's several parked CARS and MOTORBIKES nearby and a
COUPLE who are kissing hungrily but there's no sign of Boyce.
Twist YELLS in frustration, causing the couple to scurry back
inside, knocking past Vivian who is now looking a bit worried
for Twist who PUNCHES a metal railing so hard it BREAKS.
TWIST
Son of a bitch!
VIVIAN
What's wrong? Why'd you freak out
like that?
Twist's shock is fully setting in now as she struggles to
tell Vivian what the hell just happened.
After a long beat, Vivian leaves the shellshocked Twist back
inside and we PAN UP from the scene to land on the rooftop of
a building nearby - and there's BOYCE!
He looks down at the alleyway and smiles, the full moon
behind him and giving him a shadow which casts along the
entire alleyway.
Off the sight of his mysterious, grinning expression, we CUT
TO:
9 EXT. VAN - LATER 9
The doors of the van SLIDE OPEN and CHRIS slides out,
followed by DANYAEL and Lyra.
10 EXT. FOREST - CONTINUOUS 10
The team's BASE CAMP for now at least is in a quiet neck of
the woods. There's a fire CRACKLING merrily and the three
look up to see Marcus making his way through the trees,
something slung over his back.
He stops, smiles and then drops a DEAD RABBIT onto the
ground.
DANYAEL
Please tell me you didn't...
MARCUS
(grins)
Sorry. Force of habit.
DANYAEL
(muttering)
Yeah, well, take the animal out of
the jungle...
CHRIS
(defusing)
So, any news, Marcus?
MARCUS
(sighs)
It's not good. Parker and Conall's
combined troops are decimating the
entire Fur population. Not just
Black Furs, either.
They recently attacked a group of
White Furs and left no one alive.
LYRA
The wolf population won't last much
longer.
CHRIS
How did you...?
MARCUS
Eavesdropper.
Lyra BLUSHES as Marcus starts to GUT the dead rabbit, Danyael
turning away in disgust.
MARCUS (cont'd)
But she's right. Conall's turning
people everyday to swell his
numbers, while the Furs have always
operated under a much stricter
policy.
CHRIS
Which is?
MARCUS
We stick to pureblood - born a
wolf. We only turn humans in
extreme circumstances.
(beat)
Soon, the entire wolf population of
North America will be gone due to
Parker and Conall's alliance.
TWIST (O.S.)
No, no, no, no!
The team spin at the sound of Twist's voice and the girl
herself looks awful. Looking majorly freaked out, wild-eyed
with shock and near hysterics.
TWIST (cont'd)
How - how could he? He's - he's
gone! He's not supposed to be here!
She stumbles into view, Vivian trailing her.
CHRIS
Twist? Twist! Who? Who's not
supposed to be here?
TWIST
(rambling)
He wasn't there, but now... he
can't be alive. He can't!
(breathes heavily)
Try to calm down, girl. You're...
you're hallucinating! Yeah. That's
it. Something in the drink, maybe,
or something... how many did I
have? Oh, God... tequila! Always
the tequila...
(beat)
But... but... yeah, it makes sense
now, too much... too many crazy
things, nothing adds up, so what if
I'm finally -
DANYAEL
(interrupting)
Twist!
Twist blinks, woken out of her rant. She looks around as if
seeing the others for the first time.
TWIST
How did... how did I get here?
LYRA
Vivian, what's wrong with her?
VIVIAN
I don't know, she just... she saw
somebody at the club and then just
wigged out on me.
Marcus takes a step forward, but Chris intercepts to get to
her first. He places his hands on her shoulders.
CHRIS
(calm)
Twist, relax. You're not
hallucinating. You're with me,
Danyael, Lyra, Vivian and Marcus.
(beat)
You're safe.
TWIST
(breathes heavily)
Okay. But... next time you see me
reaching for the bottle? Hit me
with it.
She rubs her eyes, and Chris gives her shoulders a squeeze.
He turns to the others as we DISSOLVE TO:
11 EXT. FOREST - LATER 11
The rabbit is now cooking slowly over the fire. Chris, Lyra,
Vivian and Danyael are to one side discussing something,
while Marcus tends to the food, as he'll the only one who'll
be eating it.
VIVIAN
I thought she'd seen some cute guy,
or some ex, or something - or maybe
even some one night stand that
brought back a heap of bad
memories, but then she just flipped
and went all 'grr.'
DANYAEL
'Grr'? She's not a puppy.
(mutters)
Unlike some people...
MARCUS (O.S.)
I heard that.
DANYAEL
(ignoring)
So was there anything in the alley?
The club? Anyone suspicious? I
mean, there's guys who work these
places slipping roofies into
people's drinks, after all.
CHRIS
Any strange coloured dust falling
from the sky?
(off looks)
We can't be too careful.
LYRA
Twist isn't drugged. I'm pretty
sure I'd have picked it up by now.
VIVIAN
yeah, and last time, we...
'experimented' with mind-altering
stuff - you know, evil space dust
and all - it hit all of us. This
time, it was just her.
(beat)
I think she's trying to tell us
something.
CHRIS
Such as?
DANYAEL
Maybe that...
(beat)
Okay, no idea right now, but still,
it could be something important.
LYRA
I think she's seen someone she
didn't like. Feared, almost.
Something so terrifying and earth
shattering that she thinks she's
back in Hell.
(beat)
From what you've told me about
Parker, he may have sent someone
Twist was tortured by to... tamper
with her mind.
CHRIS
Judging from his actions recently,
that's plausible.
VIVIAN
But why freak out over one person?
It's got to be something personal.
DANYAEL
(eyebrows raised)
You don't being tortured's
'personal'?
VIVIAN
(eyes him)
How many times have you guys been
kidnapped again?
DANYAEL
Good point, but still -
MARCUS (O.S.)
Have any of you guys seen Twist?
They turn to see Marcus, busy stripping the meat off the
rabbit with his CLAWS.
MARCUS (cont'd)
Her food's getting cold.
They turn towards the van - but Twist's not where she was.
CHRIS
She'll probably be inside. I'll ask
her, see if she's making any more
sense.
VIVIAN
She's not crazy, Chris. She's
scared for her afterlife.
LYRA
Twist's strong. She'll be fine.
Chris heads over to the van, dragging out the large MEDICAL
KIT. He rummages around inside, producing a SYRINGE and some
other items.
CHRIS
I know, but after she was kidnapped
by Parker the last time, God knows
what they could have done to her.
(beat)
I'll grab a blood sample, cross
reference it with the usual stuff.
He calls out into the woods, syringe in his hand.
CHRIS (cont'd)
Twist? I just need to grab a blood
sample.
DANYAEL
(to Chris)
Are you sure this is the best way
to stop her freaking out even more?
CHRIS
I'm sure you of all people don't
need reminding what happened the
last time someone drugged her. I
doubt very much we're seeing
something on that scale again, but
we can't be too careful.
Danyael reluctantly nods, and Chris calls out again:
CHRIS (O.S.) (cont'd)
Twist? Twist!
The others look around the clearing, but there's no sign of
her as we CUT TO:
12 INT. BAR - SAME TIME 12
It's a seedy looking place with a Patsy Cline classic playing
in the background from an old fashioned JUKEBOX.
PAN ALONG the generally depressed looking faces of the
clientele and land on the figure of the burly BARTENDER, who
pours out a shot of Scotch and places it on the bar with a
CLINK.
After a moment, he SLIDES it along the greasy surface of a
bar, past bowls of peanuts and snacks before it's stopped by
a HAND.
The owner grabs the shot glass firmly and downs it. Yup,
there's Twist.
Around her are about a dozen empty shot glasses, some
overturned and some flipped upside down as though she's been
in a drinking contest.
She SMACKS her lips, savouring the taste but not the
alcoholic content.
She indicates another shot and the Bartender sighs before
pouring another one out.
BARTENDER
You know, you shouldn't be drinking
this much...
TWIST
I'm a vampire, we don't do the
whole... drunk thing.
The Bartender raises an eyebrow, and Twist rolls her eyes.
TWIST (cont'd)
Never mind. Just a little joke.
Come on, watch this.
She stands up, extends her hands and then brings them neatly
in to touch her nose, one at a time. She then sits again.
TWIST (cont'd)
See? I could drive a Hummer right
now and I'd still be okay.
The Bartender hesitates - then fills her up another shot.
TWIST (cont'd)
Thanks. And one for your lovely
wife, too.
BARTENDER
I'm not married.
TWIST
Well, you should be, pretty thing
like you.
BARTENDER
(beat)
Are you sure you're not drunk?
TWIST
I'm sure. I'm just also very
sarcastic.
The Bartender shakes his head, wiping the bar down.
BARTENDER
So what's troubling you?
TWIST
Why should something be 'troubling'
me?
BARTENDER
Because you've drunk a dozen shots
in five minutes.
TWIST
(snorts)
Got a spare decade?
BARTENDER
Try me.
TWIST
(sighs; beat)
I saw my ex today.
BARTENDER
What's the problem? He beat you up
or something?
TWIST
Something a bit worse.
(beat)
He set me on fire.
BARTENDER
He - he what?
TWIST
(downing shot)
He tied me up and waited for
sunrise, and I burst into flames.
BARTENDER
How come you're, like... walking
around?
TWIST
I'm a hell of a lucky girl. Plus,
it means I tan real easy now.
BARTENDER
Damn straight.
(beat)
So he's a bad guy?
TWIST
Without question. He's like Hitler-
and-Leatherface's-love-child evil.
If there was an Evil contest, he'd
bitchslap Mother Teresa and kick
Ghandi in the sack to win.
BARTENDER
(beat)
So... evil, then.
The Bartender has now poured Twist another shot of her chosen
liquor and slides it to her.
TWIST
(raises glass)
Amen to that, brother.
VOICE (O.S.)
Have to say...
Twist FREEZES, then slowly turns in her seat:
And there he is. BOYCE. Like a rock star past his prime, but
still with a glint in his eye.
BOYCE
... I was hoping you wouldn't bring
that up.
Twist just stares at him, jaw hanging. Boyce looks back -
then motions to the Bartender.
BOYCE (cont'd)
I'll have one of the 1979
Glenmorangie, please.
(to Twist)
Classic year.
Twist keeps staring, her eyes wide like the ghost of her own
mother waltzed in and sat down next to her.
After a long beat, her eyes ROLL BACK in her head, the glass
in her hand SMASHES with a crash and she SLIDES BACKWARDS off
of her bar stool.
Boyce looks down over his shoulder - twist is out cold,
sprawled on the floor. A few curious patrons peer over.
BOYCE (cont'd)
(to Bartender)
I think she was fibbing about being
able to hold her liquor.
BARTENDER
You gonna...
BOYCE
No worries. I'll sort her out.
Boyce hops off his stool, reaches down and scoops her up,
slinging her fireman-style over one shoulder.
He's halfway to the door when he remembers something, turning
round and heading back:
And downing his waiting shot of whiskey.
With a welcome SMACK of his lips and a nod to the bemused
Bartender, Boyce strides out of the bar, Twist still over one
shoulder, and we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT ONE
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