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TEASER
FADE IN:
1 INT. FACILITY - LABORATORY - NIGHT 1
A torn-apart, very hi-tech lab facility around which we now
TRACK FORWARD, taking in the devastation.
GLASS CELLS are now exposed, debris littering the floor, each
filled with snatches of BLOOD in varying different colours.
MALE VOICE (O.C)
Sixteen of our reinforced stainless
steel cages were compromised,
despite assurances the toughened
glass was impossible to break.
Continue to TRACK down the corridor filled with the destroyed
cells - eventually starting to reach sight of a dark, gaping
open room at the far end.
MALE VOICE (O.C) (cont'd)
The incident saw at least a dozen
of our most promising specimens
escape.
A huge IRON DOOR lies grounded in the corridor up ahead - the
remains of an unfortunate victim still splattered underneath.
At that point, quickly PAN AROUND to see we've been from the
POV of two men walking down the corridor.
One is a worried SCIENTIST in a lab coat. The other is DR.
ANGUS PARKER.
PARKER
(nods)
Including the inhuman Mark One, it
seems.
SCIENTIST
(nervously)
Yes.
(quickly)
But it was recovered. Dead. It had
not long been buried. Plus, we've
tracked down most of the escapees,
in record time.
Parker kneels before the iron door, examining the sticky
blood in an almost medical way.
PARKER
But not all?
A nervous little cough from the Scientist - he can't refute
that.
PARKER (cont'd)
(shakes his head)
This was one of my best labs. I
sank a lot of my resources into all
of this.
(stands)
Show me what happened.
CUT TO:
2 INT. FACILITY - SECURITY ROOM - MOMENTS LATER 2
ON A CCTV SCREEN which is now cycling through time index
recordings of the cage corridor, the Scientist working the
keyboard furiously.
Parker stands nearby, hands behind his back, silently
waiting.
SCIENTIST
(points)
Here. This is them.
The footage stops cycling and in grainy b/w shows five rather
distinctive MEN and WOMEN unleashing holy Hell on the
scientists milling around.
Parker leans in for a closer look - and he can visibly see
it's CHRIS and his team.
PARKER
I should have known...
With a nod, Parker leans back up and nods, considering the
still playing footage.
PARKER (cont'd)
(more to himself)
It looks like I'm going to have to
take much bigger steps in dealing
with Christopher Berkeley.
He turns sharply to the Scientist, who almost JUMPS.
PARKER (cont'd)
I want all of the experiments who
escaped tracked. All of them.
Especially the Mark Two.
Nodding, the Scientist moves across the room to a large MAP
of the United States, on which PIN MARKERS have been
strategically placed.
SCIENTIST
We have a beat on most of the
specimens.
(points to a marker)
This is where we believe the Mark
Two to be.
Parker walks up to the map and examines the 'Mark Two' marker
closely, specifically where it's placed - on the Eastern
Seaboard.
PARKER
(nods)
Better tell Squad Theta they're
going to Baltimore, then.
As the Scientist rushes off and we focus on Parker's deep
frown, we CUT TO:
3 EXT. STREET - NIGHT 3
A young WOMAN in a grubby hoodie walking down a gloomy street
in a quite unsavoury neighbourhood, the shadow of the city
looming in the near distance behind.
This is DAWN MYLES - and she looks pretty terrified as she
walks, even of her own shadow.
Dawn tucks her arms into her jumper, folding her arms tightly
- almost as if she's trying to protect her skin from the
elements.
Her head is down - she doesn't want to attract attention but
her highly dishevelled, dirty appearance does lend her odd
looks from people walking past.
A few car horns BEEP as they pass, lascivious drivers
WHOOPING and HOLLERING at Dawn, in a mocking way. She avoids
all eye contact.
Quickly turning a corner, looking back at a beeping car, Dawn
BUMPS INTO one of three MEN walking her way.
DAWN
(quickly)
I'm sorry!
The men don't look nice at all - puffer jackets and bling,
you know the type. Gangbangers.
GANGBANGER #1
What's your problem, bitch?
GANGBANGER #2
Check it out, we got ourselves a
hobo!
Dawn looks away, highly intimidated, as the three Gangbangers
begin circling her, checking her out.
DAWN
I - I said I was sorry...
GANGBANGER #1
You gon' be real sorry when we
through with you!
He pulls out quite a large GUN, which he starts waving right
at Dawn's face as the others laugh.
Fearful, Dawn tries backing away - rapidly approaching the
METAL FENCE surrounding a large GENERATOR that powers the
block.
GANGBANGER #3
We should teach her a lesson in
manners, y'all.
The other two agree, continuing to circle as one waves the
gun around in quite a cavalier way.
DAWN
Please... please let me go...
GANGBANGER #1
Na'ah.
(gets up in her face)
We gon' have some fun wit' you
first, honey.
They laugh - and as Dawn attempts to make a break for it, one
of the Gangbangers pushes her hard into the fence!
SLAM! Dawn hits it, on reflex her hand appearing and GRABBING
onto the grille!
DAWN
(realises)
Oh no...
She turns slowly toward the Gangbangers, fear turning to
terror.
DAWN (cont'd)
You know what you've done?
All three of the Gangbangers look puzzled... especially when
the hand Dawn uses to grab the metal begins to GLOW,
crackling with electrical charge!
Dawn's expression suggests she can't control it - backed up
as the charge starts spreading, filtering out across the
entire fence!
GANGBANGER #3
Whoa! Man! What the -
The three all jump back as the crackling charge covers the
entire fence - now glowing with electrical power!
Several BOLTS then proceed to fly out of the fence and
explosively impact the generator they're protecting:
BOOM! It explodes in a blast of electrical energy, a shower
of SPARKS cascading upwards.
Dawn looks horrified as she manages to remove her hand from
the grille, which still glows, stepping away from the fence.
PAN AROUND her as the whole BLOCK begins turning dark, lights
shorting out in every single building with a spark.
Bolts of energy from the fence start locking onto anything
electrical - shooting out at passing cars, which burst into
electrical fire!
Local shops are hit, GLASS impacting out. Cars outside lose
power, crashing into each other. Traffic lights go dead, as
do streetlamps.
It's chaos and Dawn sees it - as do the Gangbangers, looking
at her.
GANGBANGER #1
(freaked)
What the hell are you?!?
Dawn turns to look at them, afraid... and then quickly bolts,
runs for her life away from the electricity.
Off the sight of Dawn running from the chaos, we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
4 EXT. MOTEL PARK - FORECOURT - NIGHT 4
A typical motel park forecourt, bathed in neon lights coming
from a sign nearby.
FOCUS IN on a clearly recently painted VAN parked in one of
the empty spaces.
VIVIAN (O.C)
Okay, Danny, fire her up again!
As the van's engine REVS, we CUT TO:
5 INT. VAN - NEXT 5
DANYAEL, in the driver's seat, gunning the ACCELERATOR with
the handbrake on.
VIVIAN (O.C)
Alright... alright!
He stops gunning the pedal.
DANYAEL
(calls)
That good?
He jumps out of the passenger side onto:
6 EXT. FORECOURT - NEXT 6
Looking down, Danyael sees a PAIR OF FEET sticking out from
under the bottom of the van - a TORCH visibly providing
illumination.
VIVIAN (O.C)
Still needs a little fine-tuning.
She sounds a little hoarse.
DANYAEL
Throat sweet?
VIVIAN (O.C)
Did Comedy Central call you back?
A little grin from Danyael - which fades as MARCUS
approaches.
MARCUS
How're the repairs going?
DANYAEL
Faster without interruptions.
MARCUS
(ignores the remark)
Chris would like an ETA on when
we'll be ready to go.
DANYAEL
And I'd like to punch Marilyn
Manson in the face, but we put our
dreams away, don't we?
VIVIAN (O.C)
Boys, boys, boys!
VIVIAN slides from under the van, a little covered in grease
as she stands.
VIVIAN (cont'd)
I love the smell of testosterone in
the morning, but jeez. What did I
tell you both about fighting?
DANYAEL
(unsure)
Not to do it?
VIVIAN
I was gonna say you both should be
naked, but... that works too.
She GRINS, the tension somewhat deflated.
VIVIAN (cont'd)
(to Marcus)
Tell His Lordship that we'll iron
out the kinks within the hour. And
that we're lucky she managed to be
salvaged after the guttering she
took from Retard Bikers-R-Us.
MARCUS
You never struck me as the
mechanical type, Vivian.
VIVIAN
(grins)
Let's just say I love to get my
hands dirty.
A gorgeous smile from Vivian to Marcus, who smiles himself a
hint, while Danyael rolls his eyes.
VIVIAN (cont'd)
Right Danny, let's get her good to
go.
She gets back on the floor, rolling under the van. Danyael
looks at Marcus, who shrugs.
As Danyael climbs back into the van, Marcus heads off and we
hear:
VIVIAN (O.C) (cont'd)
Hit me again!
The van REVS and we CUT TO:
7 INT. MOTEL ROOM - NEXT 7
On one of the two motel room BEDS, we find TWIST looking dead
ahead at SOPHIA opposite her, very serious. Both are cross
legged.
TWIST
You ready?
SOPHIA
(nods)
I'm ready.
A beat... then:
TWIST/SOPHIA
One, two, THREE!
They throw their hand forward, Twist clenching hers into a
fist while Sophia puts hers out straight.
They're playing ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS.
TWIST
Damnit! Paper again!
SOPHIA
(giggles)
I win.
TWIST
Best outta five.
(off Sophia's look)
No, wait! Best outta however many
until I win, okay?
Sophia LAUGHS loudly and Twist responds with a broad grin,
both lining up ready to play again.
RACK FOCUS to see CHRIS is watching them from across the
room, leaning on the frame of a connecting DOOR to the
adjoining motel room.
LYRA approaches from inside, smiling at seeing the McFadden
sisters - not clocking Chris' concern-etched face.
LYRA
Isn't it great she has her sister
back?
CHRIS
It would be... but it's not.
(off Lyra's frown)
Lyra, our environment, what we
do... it's no place for an innocent
human adult, let alone a seven year
old girl. She could be in mortal
danger.
LYRA
I know... but...
(sighs)
Don't send her away, Chris. Not
yet. For Twist's sake.
Chris glances at her - she's picked up on his thoughts.
LYRA (cont'd)
She just lost a huge part of her
old life in Boyce, especially after
realising he wasn't the man she
thought.
(nods)
Sophia can fill that void, repair
the damage. Give them some time.
A sigh from Chris - he wants to but isn't sure, and off the
sight of Twist once again cursing as she loses the game while
Sophia laughs happily, we CUT TO:
8 EXT. FORECOURT - LATER 8
The van is now running, engine smooth. Vivian looks proud,
she and Danyael sharing a hi-five as Marcus watches.
Chris, Lyra and Twist approach - the latter holding Sophia's
hand (who clutches her STUFFED MANATEE tight).
VIVIAN
Job well done, I think you'll
agree. Yes, I am the greatest.
TWIST
Think you'll find that's my title,
Muhammad.
Twist inspects the rear of the van with Sophia.
CHRIS
(looks at the outside)
Impressive work in the timeframe.
You've done well, Vivian.
VIVIAN
I aim to please. Just need to fully
tune in the radio to Parker's
private militia frequency and we
can be up his ass in no time.
DANYAEL
Not literally. I hope.
Vivian climbs into the drivers side of the van, starting to
fiddle with the RADIO inside.
As Marcus, Danyael and Lyra pile into the back, Sophia turns
to Twist.
SOPHIA
Where are we going?
TWIST
Somewhere new. I'm not sure yet.
SOPHIA
Is this what your life is like?
Always travelling?
TWIST
(smiles; kneels)
Yep. A new place every day. One big
adventure!
SOPHIA
(excited)
Cool!
Sophia scampers around into the back of the van as Twist
chuckles a little.
But as she stands, she catches sight of Chris giving her a
disapproving look before he climbs into the passengers seat.
A touch admonished, Twist enters the van and closes the rear
door.
9 INT. VAN - NEXT 9
All settle inside as Vivian begins tuning into STATIC which
churns out the radio.
VIVIAN
I'm getting something.
CHRIS
Parker's frequency?
VIVIAN
(nods)
It's clearing up.
The static begins giving way to intermittent bursts of a very
familiar voice:
PARKER (V.O)
(through radio)
--een informed that subjec---379
has been spotted in Baltimore. I've
tasked Squad The---overy operation.
The specimen overloaded an
electrical gener---needs to be
recovered alive.
The static then returns, Vivian flicking down the sound.
DANYAEL
'Specimen'? That doesn't sound
good.
LYRA
Could still be someone who needs
our help.
CHRIS
(nods)
Agreed. Any enemy of Parker's are a
potential friend of ours.
(to Vivian)
Best speed to Baltimore.
TWIST
Warp Six, Mr Sulu.
A grin from Vivian as the van SPEEDS OFF and we CUT TO:
10 EXT. STREET - BALTIMORE - NIGHT 10
A day later and the street we saw before is almost post
apocalyptic.
The van drives down past BURNED OUT CARS, FLICKERING
STREETLIGHTS and power barely on thanks to the exploded
generator, a wreck behind the shattered fence.
Parking up, the team all spool out the front and back of the
van, surveying the damage.
TWIST
Either Michael Bay just rolled
through town, or...
DANYAEL
What happened here? Parker's
specimen?
Chris is looking towards the burned-out GENERATOR to the side
of the street,
CHRIS
If I didn't know better, I'd say
something overloaded that.
(looks at Lyra)
Are you picking anything up?
LYRA
(shakes her head)
Nothing magical...
She walks forward a little, her senses alert.
LYRA (cont'd)
The air is still thick with
electrical charge, though. More
than you'd expect of an accident.
CHRIS
Marcus?
Marcus is sniffing the air with his wolf senses.
MARCUS
(beat)
I'm getting a scent... a young
woman... afraid... terrified, in
fact.
DANYAEL
Terrified of what?
MARCUS
(sniffs)
Of herself.
That makes the others think, curious as to what it means.
CHRIS
Whatever went down here, if she's
afraid we need to track her and
find out why.
VIVIAN
Give me half hour and I may be able
to help us do that. I'll need
tools.
CHRIS
Marcus, help Vivian with what she
needs. Lyra, keep using your
senses, see if you can learn more.
(they all nod)
Danyael and I will find some of the
locals, see if we can get an ID on
our mystery woman.
TWIST
(raises her hand)
Orders, chief?
Chris looks at her for a beat, then:
CHRIS
Keep an eye on Sophia.
As he walks off, a slightly deflated Twist looks back at
Sophia, staring around at the carnage.
CUT TO:
11 INT. SHOP - STREET - NIGHT 11
A general store selling anything and everything we see Chris
and Danyael enter, the door TINGLING as they enter.
Stepping through, they see the store in a mess - GLASS from
shattered windows littering the floor.
DANYAEL
(looks around)
Yeah, I'd shop here.
CLICK! A very tetchy-looking, gruff SHOPKEEPER suddenly
appears from behind the counter, squaring a SHOTGUN right at
them!
SHOPKEEPER
Right there, partners! Hands where
I can see 'em!
Chris and Danyael both instinctively raise their hands.
CHRIS
Relax. We just want to talk.
SHOPKEEPER
(scoffs)
Yeah, right, I'd imagine that's
what all looters caught in the act
would say. Right after 'I was gonna
pay for it! Just let me get my
wallet!'
DANYAEL
We weren't looting!
SHOPKEEPER
Only 'cos I turned up with the
hardware first!
(beat)
Now who are you?
CHRIS
No-one. Just passing through. We
want to know what happened last
night. What you saw.
SHOPKEEPER
What did I see? First blush,
thought it was some kind of damn
terrorist attack or somethin'.
(beat)
Then I caught sight of her.
DANYAEL
Who?
SHOPKEEPER
A woman. Young. Wearing one of
those hoodie things. She... it
looked like she shorted out the
generator with...
(shakes his head)
The touch of her hand.
Chris and Danyael exchange a concerned glance.
SHOPKEEPER (cont'd)
I've read about this kind of thing.
Future tech. The kinda thing the
CIA are into. Human weapons made
from all kinda freaky junk.
(focuses shotgun)
If you guys ain't looters, how'd I
know you're not spooks out to cover
up your little test?
DANYAEL
Do we really look like the
government to you?
The Shopkeeper COCKS his weapon.
DANYAEL (cont'd)
(beat; to Chris)
We need new outfits.
Chris raises an eyebrow and off him staring at the paranoid
Shopkeeper, we CUT TO:
12 EXT. STREET - NEXT 12
The sight of Chris and Danyael leaving the shop, but from a
distance, the P.O.V of someone a few dozen metres away,
through a ZOOM LENS.
We can't see who it is, but we can hear the sound of WEAPONS
being loaded.
They ZOOM in on Chris in particular as he stops, talking with
Danyael.
MALE VOICE (O.C)
He looks familiar. Run an ID trace.
Off the close-up POV of Chris as he speaks, his watcher
unknown, we CUT TO:
13 INT. VAN - LATER 13
The rear doors are now open, Chris and Danyael standing
outside facing Marcus and Lyra in the back.
Vivian is in the driver's seat tinkering with something while
in the background, Twist is playing what looks like hopscotch
with Sophia.
CHRIS
Once we'd managed to convince him
we weren't the government, the
military, aliens or, ah...
vampires, he was quite forthcoming
with information.
MARCUS
So this woman brought all this
carnage on with the touch of her
hand? Who could she be?
CHRIS
I don't know. But despite being
hunted, she could also be
dangerous. Electricity affects
everyone, after all, so a woman
able to produce or control it could
be deadly.
At that point, an out of breath Twist appears, sweating and
GASPING.
TWIST
Man, kids are hard work!
DANYAEL
Now you know how we feel.
TWIST
(gives him a stare)
Are you looking for a cock punch,
Spook?
Twist continues wheezing - looking back to see Sophia merrily
playing with a SLINKY down a nearby series of steps.
LYRA
(beat)
So how do we find Electro Girl?
Everyone looks at Lyra, surprised at her turn of phrase -
Lyra looking a bit like a rabbit in headlights.
LYRA (cont'd)
(concerned)
Too much like Twist?
VIVIAN (O.S.)
Aaaand... done!
They all look at Vivian - who holds up a DEVICE, looking a
cross between a GPS and a traditional compass, wired up with
a battery.
TWIST
What the frick is that?
VIVIAN
I was gonna call it 'The Turk',
but...
(off blank looks)
It's a kind of electrical GPS. I've
wired it into the energy signatures
in this area, so it'll lock onto
the girl's unique signature
allowing us to track her down.
Within the radius of a few miles.
MARCUS
I'm still picking up a hint of a
scent so she can't be too far from
here.
Vivian powers up her device, which begins BEEPING very
intermittently after a beat.
VIVIAN
We got a live one. Looks like...
three or four blocks away.
DANYAEL
Closer than we thought.
CHRIS
Let's go.
Danyael climbs into the van as Chris moves around to the
front.
TWIST
Sophia! Time to mosey!
Sophia quickly grabs her slinky and runs over to Twist,
jumping into the back of the van with her.
The door closes, van churning off down the street.
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