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TEASER
FADE IN:
1 EXT. BLACK FURS MANOR - NIGHT 1
Slowly PAN across the spacious grounds of the manor here. The
floodlights partially illuminate the guards that patrol the
rooftop and the edges of the grounds - some armed, some not.
Everything seems quiet. The trees lining the manor swaying
back and forth in the slight breeze.
That is until there's a sudden FLICKER of motion within the
trees - and another, and another before we CUT TO:
2 INT. MANOR HOUSE - CHIEF'S CHAMBER - NEXT 2
TRACK past the familiar centre of operations with its
clusters of WEREWOLVES who chatter, some working on maps
while others go over paperwork.
Several stop and glance over occasionally towards the desks,
where it can be seen that the group of older men and women
are in heated discussion.
JUMP IN to the midst of the huddled group where TORIN sits
listening. ROSHEEN and REAGAN are the only two that stand in
the centre as:
ELDER #1
Our clan has lived and hunted in
these grounds for generations!
ELDER #2
He wouldn't dare attack us on home
territory. We have the advantage.
Conall and his little whelps would
be outclassed.
A frustrated Rosheen shakes her head - this argument has been
going on for a while.
ROSHEEN
But that was before we knew about
him joining with Parker. Intel
suggests he's gearing up for
something big too.
ELDER #1
(sneers)
Let him come. We'll tear him and
his little tin soldiers to pieces.
At this, Torin fixes him with a stern look.
TORIN
Enough. Tanith, you've said your
piece. Allow Rosheen the same
chance.
Tanith looks about, ready to retort, but he begrudgingly
remains silent. Rosheen gives Torin a discreet and grateful
nod at his assistance.
ROSHEEN
We know our enemies are gathering
to wipe us out. What we don't know
is when. That shouldn't...
OFF Rosheen about to launch into a speech we CUT TO:
3 EXT. BLACK FURS MANOR - NEXT 3
In the tail end of a now ferocious scrap between the guards
here and some of Conall's grey wolves.
The guards in garou form easily overpowering the intruders -
ripping out throats with sprays of BLOOD, CRACKING necks and
ripping them apart.
ROSHEEN (V.O.)
... lull us into complacency. Let's
not kid ourselves. We're facing the
end of days here.
Having triumphed, the guards hunch as they transform back.
However their elated expressions fall as they see something
off screen.
NEW ANGLE reveals a tidal wave of grey wolves CHARGING
towards us. The guards share a significant, comradely look
before they quickly start to change into their garou forms
again.
Just in time, as they're soon set upon by the incoming
forces. Each managing to take out two to three wolves tops
before they succumb to the superior numbers that overwhelm
them, snapping and ripping them apart.
ROSHEEN (V.O.) (cont'd)
If we don't present a united front
now... we'll be ripped apart... to
extinction.
The closest grey wolf throws his head back and HOWLS. His
comrades join in as we CUT TO:
4 INT. MANOR HOUSE - CHIEF'S CHAMBER - NEXT 4
Everyone pauses mid-discussion as the approaching sounds of
battle and howls reach them.
TORIN
(grim)
We didn't have long to wait.
ROSHEEN
(nods to Reagan)
We'll lead those here. Give you and
the other elders time -
TORIN
You'll do no such thing. It's been
too long since us old men and women
had a chance to get our hands
dirty.
(beat)
Now let's go kill some runts.
As Torin and Rosheen share a small smile, we CUT TO:
5 INT. BLACK FURS MANOR - GREAT HALL - NEXT 5
The place here is trashed.
The long tables and chairs overturned as black and grey
wolves go at it. Viciously snapping, growling and slashing at
each other.
Despite the fact that the black furs are more combat capable
they're faltering under the superior numbers of Conall's
forces.
That is, until a loud, deep HOWL sounds.
A black wolf with flecks of grey in its coat strides forward
into the chaos. Two younger jet black wolves flanking either
side of it as they lead a large cluster of wolves.
Reinforcements.
As one they LEAP out into the air. The grey wolves not
seeming so confident now as:
The reinforcements RIP into the grey wolves here. The fight
is fast and furious.
Some TACKLE their foes and tumble round, paws scrabbling and
fangs flashing as they fight for purchase.
Others team up to BARGE grey wolves onto their backs so
others can TEAR them open from belly to throat.
One black wolf suddenly rips out a huge chunk from a grey
wolf's neck, blood SPRAYING everywhere.
With most of the grey wolves now dead or dying, the black
wolf with flecks of grey, Torin, HOWLS triumphantly.
Other wolves soon join him before he nods toward the double
doors that SWING half open in the breeze.
As Torin pads out toward the door, everyone else following
his lead we CUT TO:
6 EXT. BLACK FURS MANOR - NEXT 6
As the wolves exit the manor there's a cacophony of CLICKS.
And a battalion of soldiers dressed in black military
uniforms toting automatics STEP into view. Parker's new SUPER
SOLDIERS!
Before the wolves even have a chance to react they
mercilessly let RIP with a hail of ammunition as we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
7 INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT 7
A loud and insistent BEEPING rings out within the dark hotel
room. A figure stirs in the bed.
A hand flails across the nightstand, switching on the lamp -
to reveal a bleary-eyed MARCUS - as he locates his phone.
MARCUS
(into phone)
Hello?
He rubs his eyes - then freezes.
MARCUS (cont'd)
Rosheen?
He sits up, alarmed - sounds of BATTLE and SCREAMS sounding
through the phone.
MARCUS (cont'd)
Rosheen, what's going on? Where are
you? Are you under attack?
(beat)
Rosheen? Hello?
He checks the phone - the line's gone dead.
MARCUS (cont'd)
Damn it!
He swings quickly out of bed as we CUT TO:
8 INT. HOTEL ROOM - NEXT 8
Another room in darkness - before KNOCKING at the door stirs
the two figures sleeping there.
A light clicks on - it's CHRIS, with LYRA waking up beside
him. Chris hauls himself out of bed.
He opens the door to be confronted by Marcus - no words are
needed, as his grim expressions says it all.
CHRIS
Go and wake the others. We'll be
ready.
Marcus nods and darts off down the corridor.
LYRA
What's going on?
CHRIS
Trouble of some description. I
don't need to know what just yet.
As Chris starts pulling on his clothes, Lyra stretches out
and rises as we CUT TO:
9 INT. HOTEL ROOM - NEXT 9
Another door, more knocking - and this time it's DANYAEL who
opens it, rubbing his eyes.
DANYAEL
Marcus? What's all the -
MARCUS
Get dressed. The mansion got hit.
DANYAEL
Whose mansion?
(twigs)
Oh, crap - you mean yours?
VIVIAN (O.S.)
Who is it?
Marcus glances over Danyael's shoulder - a fully-clothed
VIVIAN is rising from her sprawled position on the bed.
DANYAEL
It's, uh... not what it looks like.
MARCUS
I'm not interested. Which room are
Twist and Sophia in?
DANYAEL
Uh... forty-seven, I think...
Marcus is already on his way, prompting Danyael to lean out
and call after him:
DANYAEL (cont'd)
You do know you're still naked,
right?
He leans back as Vivian appears next to him, smacking her dry
lips and stretching.
VIVIAN
Alright, next time we play one of
your drinking games, make sure my
room isn't so far away.
Danyael reaches for his shirt, pulling it on.
DANYAEL
Hey, a bed's a bed. It's not like I
was gonna take advantage of you.
VIVIAN
You snore.
Danyael blinks as we CUT TO:
10 INT. HOTEL ROOM - NEXT 10
And this time it's TWIST, looking rather pissed off as she
opens the door to Marcus.
TWIST
If you wake her up, I swear by all
that is unholy -
MARCUS
Get dressed. Rosheen and the others
are in trouble.
(beat)
You'll need to find somewhere to
leave Sophia.
TWIST
Uh, no, I think what I'll do is
keep her right there next to me
unless I decide otherwise.
Not having time to argue, Marcus turns and jogs back down the
corridor.
Twist double takes at his retreating - and naked - form,
taking a moment to examine it as we CUT TO:
11 EXT. HOTEL - PARKING LOT - NEXT 11
Suited and booted, the team stand waiting by the van in the
cold night air as Chris and Lyra approach.
CHRIS
All set?
Twist holds a sleepy Sophia's hand as she speaks up:
TWIST
What's the plan?
CHRIS
The Black Furs need our assistance.
We're going to assist. I believe
that covers it.
MARCUS (O.S.)
It could be worse than that.
The group turn as Marcus approaches.
MARCUS (cont'd)
Those Zero Tolerance attacks Parker
initiated on any wolf pack and vamp
nest he found may have eased off,
but there's still plenty of his bio
soldiers out there.
VIVIAN
What makes you think they're
involved in this?
Marcus drags the van's side door open.
MARCUS
I heard gunfire in the background
when Rosheen called me.
He climbs in, the others following suit as Chris fishes out
the van's keys.
TWIST
Uh, chief?
He stops as Twist steps over to him.
TWIST (cont'd)
We may need to find somewhere to
stash...
She glances down at Sophia, who's still half-asleep.
CHRIS
Don't worry. We're not going to
take her into a warzone. But we do
need to get moving.
She nods, passing Sophia in to Danyael as she climbs into the
passenger seat, and as Chris starts the van we CUT TO:
12 EXT. HIGHWAY - NIGHT 12
The van ROARS past us, the first rays of morning sunlight
just starting to peek over the horizon.
There are no other cars around, meaning Chris can put his
foot down, and as the van speeds on we CUT TO:
13 EXT. MANSION GROUNDS - DAWN 13
The van rolls to a halt, filling the frame as the doors open
and the team disembark.
Twist glances cautiously up at the skies - not a problem yet,
but the sun will be up soon.
CHRIS
Whatever happened here, I'm afraid
it looks like we missed it.
They advance, and we PAN ROUND to see:
The front gates SMASHED DOWN, fragments of twisted metal
scattered liberally across the driveway.
STAY ON the entrance as the team hurry forward - in the
distance, thick plumes of BLACK SMOKE are rising.
14 EXT. MANSION - DRIVE - NEXT 14
The team hurry round a curve in the driveway - Marcus out
front - and come to a halt as they discover:
The Black Furs mansion is IN FLAMES, partially demolished and
ready to collapse at any moment!
Marcus' jaw hangs as he surveys the scene - his eyes falling
on the dozens of BODIES that are littering the grounds.
He hurries forward to check on them as the others take in the
devastation.
DANYAEL
Oh, my God...
VIVIAN
The hell did they do? Drop a nuke
on this place?
TWIST
Chris...
CHRIS
I know, I know. We need to be
careful there aren't more troops
waiting around.
LYRA
There aren't.
They turn to Lyra - who has a single TEAR rolling down a
cheek.
LYRA (cont'd)
Nobody's here except us. Nobody's
alive.
Twist's heart breaks as she looks back at Marcus, who has
dropped to his knees by one dead wolf.
ON MARCUS, grief and frustration rolling over him as Twist
walks to his side, laying a hand on his shoulder.
TWIST
We need to get inside. See what
happened here.
Fighting his emotions, Marcus manages to rise, Twist leading
him away as we CUT TO:
15 INT. MANSION - HALL - NEXT 15
The scene within is as you'd expect - part of the roof is
CAVED IN, with stray FIRES and SPARKS from broken cables.
Wafting away the smoke, the team make out more bodies -
sprawled across the stairs and floor, filling the space.
MARCUS
There were over a hundred wolves
here. The largest single gathering
of any of us...
Vivian crouches by one young female wolf, her body riddled
with bullets.
VIVIAN
Looks like it's now the largest
single massacre of any of you.
CHRIS
Marcus... I'm so, so sorry...
Danyael peers up the stairs, but it's more of the same - some
bodies hang over the railings further up.
TWIST
I'd say this gives us just about
all the excuse we needed to go tear
Parker a new one.
CHRIS
Twist, they wiped out almost a
hundred werewolves with no visible
casualties. I hardly think another
offensive is going to do us much
good.
VIVIAN (O.S.)
It wasn't just Parker.
They look over - she's found one of the wolf Elders, his body
SLASHED by claws.
VIVIAN (cont'd)
Wolf and man.
Marcus sags, leaning against the wall for support.
MARCUS
I... I don't know what to do... we
never thought... never in our
wildest -
LYRA
Someone's coming.
Instantly alert, the team reconvene and head for the
entrance, drawing WEAPONS as they move.
16 EXT. MANSION - DRIVE - NEXT 16
A CAR can be heard, bouncing up the churned-up driveway that
leads to the mansion itself.
Chris takes point in the entrance, Lyra behind and the three
vampires just inside the hall:
But Marcus just strides out into the open, as if daring
whoever's approaching to tackle him first.
Seconds later, a JEEP swerves round the corner, SCREECHING to
a halt as Marcus comes into view.
The doors open - and it's DERMOT and SIOBHAN who leap out,
faces masks of horror as they rush over to Marcus.
DERMOT
Marcus! What happened? Are you
alright?
SIOBHAN
We came as soon as we could, we've
got more people on the way, and -
She skids to a halt as she sees the first bodies, her hands
going to her mouth.
Dermot's eyes bulge at the chaos, head spinning as he turns
to the silent Marcus.
DERMOT
My God... who did this? Who could -
WHAP! Marcus CLOCKS him, sending a stunned Dermot sprawling
to the floor.
MARCUS
(icy)
Where were you?
Siobhan hurries over, helping Dermot up as BLOOD trickles
from his lip.
In the background, Chris is already on his way.
MARCUS (cont'd)
I asked you a question.
DERMOT
You think we had something to do
with this?
SIOBHAN
Marcus, come on! We would never -
MARCUS
(louder)
Where were you? Why didn't you
help? Why did you let them... let
them just murder us all?
His voice is cracking, his hands shaking fists.
DERMOT
Marcus, I swear, as soon as we knew
what was going on, we were on our
way out here.
Dermot dabs his bleeding lip as Chris finally joins them.
CHRIS
Marcus. They're here to help.
MARCUS
(roars)
They're too late!
He spins to face Chris - who doesn't back down.
CHRIS
And you think spilling more blood
will help us now?
He locks gazes with Marcus - who finally relents, turning
away from them all.
CHRIS (cont'd)
(to Dermot)
We've only just arrived ourselves.
Marcus received a distress call
from Rosheen, saying they were
under attack.
SIOBHAN
(nods)
We got one too. Something about
Conall and Parker?
CHRIS
I'm afraid so.
Siobhan scans the carnage again, her eyes glistening with
tears.
SIOBHAN
How... how many?
MARCUS
All of them.
With that, he turns on his heel and strides away. As they
watch him go, Dermot approaches Chris.
DERMOT
Is there anything we can do here?
CHRIS
You said you had more people on
their way?
(Dermot nods)
Good. We'll need a hand putting out
these fires and securing some kind
of perimeter.
SIOBHAN
You think they could come back?
Chris looks back to the smoking husk of the mansion.
CHRIS
Doubtful. But we need to be sure.
DERMOT
I'll get on it right away. Siobhan,
call back home, tell them what
happened here and get them to
double security and recall any
packs out on patrols.
Siobhan digs out her phone, heading back towards the Jeep.
DERMOT (cont'd)
We... we had no idea. None of us
ever expected this.
CHRIS
I think that was the point.
Chris offers Dermot a comradely nod, before heading back into
the mansion, and we DISSOLVE TO:
17 INT. MANSION - DINING HALL - MORNING 17
Some of the damage has been cleared up - there's activity in
the background as WHITE FURS move around.
Chris and the others - minus Danyael and Vivian - are
standing around the huge dining table, its surface cracked.
DANYAEL (O.S.)
We got one!
The others turn - and Danyael and Vivian enter with a bulky,
combat-suited BODY held between them.
VIVIAN
Weighs more than Danyael's last
girlfriend, too.
DANYAEL
How would you know?
There's little actual humour in their words. They DUMP the
body on the table.
It's a male SUPERSOLDIER, given his black fatigues and
equipment. His outfit is torn in several places.
VIVIAN
Cause of death...
Vivian points to an ugly SLASH across his throat.
VIVIAN (cont'd)
So they're not invincible.
TWIST
They may as well be.
VIVIAN
I'll go get the testing equipment
from the van. Maybe this dude can
tell us what made this attack so
special.
Chris nods, and Vivian exits as he continues staring at the
stocky, toned soldier's dead body.
DANYAEL
What are you thinking?
CHRIS
I have an awful suspicion that
Parker made good on his promise to
use our extracted DNA for his own
ends.
LYRA
It was mostly yours, wasn't it?
CHRIS
And don't I bloody know it.
TWIST
So, what? We're looking at a new
breed of bad guys who have dubious
taste in facial hair and use words
with too many syllables?
CHRIS
We won't know until we've performed
a full autopsy.
Danyael glances round, locating a french dresser slumped
against one wall.
DANYAEL
I'll go find some sheets and stuff.
LYRA
Where's Sophia?
TWIST
Asleep. I found a master bedroom
upstairs that was empty so I
stashed her in there, away from all
the noise. Marcus is outside.
Chris rests his hands on the table, peering critically at the
soldier as we DISSOLVE TO:
MONTAGE:
A) In a series of FADES, the soldier's body undergoes various
stages of the autopsy - first, his clothing is stripped;
B) Next, a Y-shaped incision is made across his chest;
C) Then his internals are dissected and removed;
D) And finally, his skull is sawn open to reveal the top of
the brain nestled within.
END MONTAGE
Vivian reads results off a laptop, connected to several small
pieces of diagnostic equipment.
Twist covers the soldier's body with a sheet, grimacing at
the state he's been left in.
VIVIAN
Now, bear in mind that what I can
get out of all this kit isn't as
detailed or as accurate as I'd
like...
CHRIS
Bullet points will be fine.
VIVIAN
(deep breath)
There's evidence of massive,
unstable genetic manipulation in
pretty much every part of this
guy's body. Muscle and sinew
increases, denser bone structure,
even tougher internal organs.
LYRA
Any evidence of abilities from
Chris?
VIVIAN
The body was still trying to heal
even as I was cutting it open. I'd
say Chris' cellular regeneration
comes with the package. I'm
guessing these guys have strength
and reflexes to match too.
CHRIS
(sighs)
So it's as we feared. Parker's
evolving his own army.
They hear a noise and look up to see Marcus passing by -
carrying a SHOVEL.
TWIST
Where are you going?
He fixes them with an empty, lifeless look.
MARCUS
To bury my family.
With that, he leaves, the others only able to watch as we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT ONE
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