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[previous | bottom] ACT TWO
FADE IN:
18 EXT. MANSION - GROUNDS - DAY 18
PAN ACROSS several rows of freshly-dug graves. Small markers
sit at the head of each mound of dirt.
Marcus kneels at the end of one row, stripped to the waist
and thick with sweat and grime.
His hands are clasped and his head is bowed as he offers a
silent prayer to the friends and fellow wolves he's buried.
PULL BACK to find Chris and Lyra a little way back, Lyra
holding onto Chris as he watches Marcus.
CHRIS
How is he doing?
LYRA
Not good. Pain and loss is washing
over him like a tidal wave. I think
if I went any closer to him I'd
just collapse into tears from the
amount of energy he's putting out.
Chris pats her hand, withdrawing his arm from hers.
CHRIS
Than maybe I should go over alone.
She nods, letting him rise and pace down the small hill
they're sat on to join Marcus.
Marcus rises as Chris approaches, wiping his brow and
surveying the graves.
CHRIS (cont'd)
You didn't have to do all this
alone, you know.
MARCUS
Yes, I did.
CHRIS
Marcus, I'm pretty sure nobody
would have wanted you to become
some kind of martyr for them.
MARCUS
It's not about what they would have
wanted, Chris. It's about me. How I
feel. How I've had plenty of time
to think while I've been burying
everyone here.
CHRIS
I didn't mean any -
MARCUS
Like how there are a few bodies
missing.
Chris looks up, puzzled.
MARCUS (cont'd)
I've counted. Several times. And I
knew the population of this place
pretty well. Even if we assume that
every pack out on patrol was home
at the time of the raid... then
we're missing at least a dozen
wolves.
CHRIS
That's... well, then that's good
news, isn't it? That means some of
them escaped the attack.
MARCUS
Yeah. Question is, who?
CHRIS
That, I'm afraid, will have to
wait.
He motions towards the mansion, taking a few steps.
CHRIS (cont'd)
Dermot arrived back about ten
minutes ago. Says he has an
announcement to make. I told him to
wait until you were done.
MARCUS
Thanks.
Marcus takes one last look across the graves before he starts
to follow Chris, and we CUT TO:
19 INT. MANSION - GREAT HALL - NEXT 19
PAN ACROSS the occupants of the hall - around twenty White
Furs, Chris and the team and then Dermot and Siobhan.
DERMOT
... and so we made sure that every
pack of ours got the message -
return home at once. Consider the
base on high alert.
He pauses, head bowed, and Siobhan continues:
SIOBHAN
Half of them were already under
attack. Of those who managed to
head back home, three more were
intercepted and wiped out on the
way.
DERMOT
Whatever Parker's done to these
soldiers, they're stronger than
anything we've faced before now.
CHRIS
I think I can shed a little light
on that.
He rises, all eyes turning to him.
CHRIS (cont'd)
Parker captured my team and I a few
weeks back, and subjected me to
some intensive experiments designed
to locate the specific strands of
my DNA that give me my...
strengths, so that he could bio
engineer them directly into his new
troopers.
WHITE FUR #1
So this is your fault?
Angry bristling starts amongst the wolves.
MARCUS
It's nobody's fault, you stupid
runt.
WHITE FUR #2
Hey!
A few more wolves get up, the mood starting to turn:
SIOBHAN
(yells)
That's enough!
Her outburst quietens the sullen Furs back down.
SIOBHAN (cont'd)
Alright, so if Parker used you guys
to give his soldiers new strengths,
what about weaknesses? Anything we
can exploit?
VIVIAN
I doubt we can kill these vat grown
freaks with a few rays of sunshine.
CHRIS
No, she's right. We need to go back
and look at the samples we took
from the soldier we found. Start
isolating those unstable elements
you mentioned.
TWIST
Seriously? 'Cause, you know, that
guy's kinda starting to stink the
place out. I was hoping we could
throw it out.
CHRIS
There's an old colleague of mine
who works not far from here. She
used to be pretty reputable in the
field of biology. Maybe she can
help.
DERMOT
Alright, good. You guys go see her,
we'll start heading back to our own
base.
MARCUS
You're just gonna leave all this?
DERMOT
Don't take this the wrong way,
Marcus, but there's nothing left
here. Better to consolidate our own
HQ now, ready for the next attack.
SIOBHAN
We'll get the word out to any
survivors from here, too, telling
them to come to our base instead
for protection.
MARCUS
You might have a little trouble
convincing them that the heart of
the White Fur territory is any
safer than going up against
Parker's men.
SIOBHAN
True.
(beat)
So you should tell them.
Marcus ponders this as Chris gathers his team around him.
CHRIS
Lyra, Vivian, you're with me. We'll
go and see Allison and hopefully
she can help us. At the very least,
she can get us access to better
laboratory facilities to use.
TWIST
What about Spook and me?
CHRIS
Stay here with Marcus. If he wants
to move on, go with him. Chances
are you'll end up at the White Fur
base, so wait there for us.
TWIST
And Sophia?
CHRIS
(beat)
She should come with us. It's the
safer of the two options.
TWIST
So why don't I go with -
CHRIS
Twist. Please.
She pouts, but backs down as Chris heads for the door, and we
CUT TO:
20 INT. SCIENCE PARK - CORRIDOR - DAY 20
Striding down a long, sterile passageway inside a modern
urban science park, Chris leads Vivian and Lyra - who holds
Sophia's hand.
They pass a few lab-coated researchers, garnering a few
curious looks, before they reach a door.
The plaque reads 'DR. ALLISON JONES,' and Chris KNOCKS before
he pushes it open:
21 INT. SCIENCE PARK - ALLISON'S OFFICE - NEXT 21
From behind her desk, ALLISON JONES (50s, slim) looks up at
them, double taking as her eyes fall on Chris.
ALLISON
Christopher?
CHRIS
(smiles)
Hello, Allie.
ALLISON
No-one's called me that for a long
time.
She pushes her chair away, rising and approaching him with a
warm smile.
ALLISON (cont'd)
Not since I last saw you fifteen
years ago, in fact.
CHRIS
Yes, sorry about that. You know how
my work is.
ALLISON
I've got an idea. Still looking for
the cure?
CHRIS
Not as often as I'd like these
days, it seems.
Allison glances at Lyra and Vivian.
ALLISON
Who's your entourage?
CHRIS
Vivian Taylor, Lyra Morley, I'd
like you to meet Doctor Allison
Jones. We knew each other from
Seattle University back in 1993.
The girls shake hands. Allison gives Vivian a knowing look.
VIVIAN
Problem?
ALLISON
(to Chris)
Another vampire, eh?
CHRIS
(grins)
We tend to stick to our own.
ALLISON
(to Lyra)
And who's this?
LYRA
Hello. I'm Lyra. And this is
Sophia.
SOPHIA
'lo.
Allison narrows her eyes, examining Lyra like a lab project -
until Chris gently turns her to face him.
CHRIS
Allison. I'm sorry to have to do
this, but I need your help.
ALLISON
(rolls eyes)
Don't tell me. Lives at risk? The
fate of the world and all life as
we know it?
VIVIAN
Kinda. We need to find out if a
bunch of genetically modified super
soldiers, who've been cooked from
Chris' own DNA, have a weakness we
can use to stop 'em before they
wipe out every vampire and werewolf
in the country.
A beat. Allison eyes Vivian as she speaks to Chris:
ALLISON
I think I remember you telling me
about this one. She's direct. Just
like you.
CHRIS
A lot's happened since then.
(beat)
So... can you help us?
Allison sighs, returning to her desk and putting on a pair of
reading glasses.
ALLISON
I can hardly deny the free world
now, can I? Take a seat, tell me
what you need, and I'll see what I
can do.
Chris smiles as he sits, and we CUT TO:
22 INT. MANSION - HALL - DAY 22
Twist and Danyael are waiting at the foot of the stairs as
Marcus descends them, cleaned up and changed.
TWIST
Ready to head out?
MARCUS
Not really.
TWIST
I'll rephrase that. We're going, so
are you coming with or not?
Marcus pauses to take a look around. His sad eyes trace over
every crack and tear in the mansion's walls.
DANYAEL
C'mon, bro. Let's go make sure this
doesn't happen again.
MARCUS
(blinks)
'Bro'?
DANYAEL
What?
MARCUS
Sorry, Danyael. It just sounded for
a second there like you were
actually being pleasant to me.
DANYAEL
(shrugs)
Guess I'm full of surprises.
He half-grins - and Marcus responds.
TWIST
Yes, yes, and later we can all go
to the zoo. Can we get moving
already?
The trio head for the door as we CUT TO:
23 INT. SCIENCE PARK - LAB - DAY 23
Glasses perched on her forehead, Allison peers into a
microscope as Chris waits nearby.
In the background, Lyra sits up on a counter with Sophia as
Vivian sorts through files on her laptop.
ALLISON
This is... are you sure these came
from a deceased subject?
CHRIS
Very deceased. Why?
ALLISON
Because some of the cells are still
trying to form active bonds and
continue cellular regeneration.
VIVIAN
No danger of our corpse coming back
to life, though... right?
ALLISON
No, there's not enough of them and
they're too weak to have any real
effect.
She leans back, hand on her chin in thought.
CHRIS
What you're looking at is the
result of direct genetic
manipulation of my cells into
existing human DNA.
ALLISON
That's impossible. There's no way
anyone could have enough resources
to -
VIVIAN
You're looking at it, aren't you?
ALLISON
But... this could mean... I mean,
the medical uses alone could change
the entire face of -
CHRIS
He man who did this isn't
interested in healing the world,
Allie. He just wants to destroy it.
Allison exhales, looking over the notes she's made.
ALLISON
I'll have to run some more tests.
If the other samples you brought
are as... unusual as this one, then
this could take a while. The DNA in
question has been stretched,
squeezed and pinched almost beyond
recognition.
CHRIS
But can you do it? Can you help us
identify a weakness?
She pauses in thought again - and finally nods.
ALLISON
If I can work out how it was put
together, then I can come up with a
way to undo it.
Chris smiles, glancing at Vivian as we CUT TO:
24 INT. JEEP - DAY 24
Cruising along in a wide Jeep with blacked-out windows,
Marcus drives as Twist and Danyael sit alongside him.
DANYAEL
Remind me to thank Dermot for
lending us his wheels.
TWIST
You mean thank Siobhan. After all,
she is your girlfriend.
DANYAEL
Shut up.
TWIST
(smirks)
Oh, come on! I saw the way you two
keep giving each other the eye. And
it's not just any eye. It's the
'hey, wolf mamma, let's go out back
and make us some hairy babies' eye.
DANYAEL
This is ridiculous. And why are you
being so... whatever about it?
TWIST
Whaddya mean?
DANYAEL
Come one. We both know how jealous
you get if any other woman even
looks at me.
TWIST
That is so... ugh!
She SWATS him rather than try and think of a clever retort.
TWIST (cont'd)
That ship sailed a long time ago,
Spook.
DANYAEL
I'm not talking about that. It's
just... you like to be number one.
To have all the attention.
TWIST
That's... not entirely inaccurate.
DANYAEL
And so if any of 'your boys' start
giving their attention to anyone
who isn't you, then you can't stop
yourself getting all up in their
face about it!
TWIST
I do not!
DANYAEL
So what was with that 'hairy
babies' remark?
TWIST
Damn it, Danyael! You want me to
fetch you a stepladder so you can
jump up my ass. Or do you wanna -
MARCUS
When you two are done...
Seething at each other, the vamps turn to Marcus. He glances
into the rear-view mirror.
MARCUS (cont'd)
... we're being followed.
TWIST
We are?
She starts to turn, but Danyael shoves her back into place.
DANYAEL
Why not wave a flag out the window
saying 'hi'?
Marcus puts his foot down, the Jeep speeding up.
MARCUS
Hang on.
He WRENCHES the wheel to the left:
25 EXT. HIGHWAY - NEXT 25
And the Jeep SWERVES sharply down an exit ramp, powering down
the asphalt.
Seconds later, a large BLACK APC thunders after it, quickly
gaining on the Jeep.
The Jeep keeps jinking from side to side, trying to stay
ahead, but the APC closes in fast.
WHAM! It RAMS the Jeep, sending it swerving sharply across
the road.
There are plenty of cars about at this time of day, the Jeep
CLIPPING one as it rights itself.
The APC keeps coming, BARGING smaller cars aside and shunting
them back into the oncoming traffic!
26 INT. JEEP - NEXT 26
Marcus tosses Danyael his phone as he fights the wheel.
MARCUS
Call ahead! Tell them we're coming
in hot!
Danyael fumbles with the phone as Twist looks out through the
rear windshield:
And sees TWO MORE APCS speeding towards them, catching up
with the first!
Eyes wide, she looks back to Marcus, his concentration purely
on keeping ahead of the APC behind.
It RAMS into the Jeep again, leaving it JUDDERING
dangerously, and we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
27 EXT. CHECKPOINT - DAY 27
Two armed GUARDS stand by a security checkpoint cutting
across a private strip of road.
A BARRIER lies over the tarmac, stretching from a small
booth. Thick woods line either side of the road.
The guards squint as they hear the sound of a VEHICLE
approaching at high speed, one grabbing BINOCULARS.
BINOCULAR'S P.O.V:
Marcus' Jeep coming in fast, with SMOKE belching from its
rear as it bumps down the road!
ON SCENE
The second guard reaches for a radio on his belt, thumbing
the button and speaking:
GUARD #2
They're on their way, sir.
VOICE
(filtered; through radio)
Alright, raise the gates. Just keep
an eye on them. Make sure they're
not being followed.
The guard nods to his colleague, who slips into the booth -
and moments later, the barrier RISES.
They watch as Marcus' Jeep draws closer, its engine straining
at high speed.
And then the guards spot the THREE APCs right behind it!
GUARD #2
Lower the gate!
GUARD #1
But what about -
GUARD #2
You heard what Keegan said, close
it! Now!
#1 ducks back into the booth as we CUT TO:
28 INT. JEEP - NEXT 28
Danyael's eyes bulge as he sees the barrier start to lower.
DANYAEL
What are they doing?
MARCUS
Protecting their interests.
TWIST
What about our interests? Like, our
interest in not being sliced in two
by that barrier?
MARCUS
Don't worry.
He pushes his foot down, REVVING the engine further.
MARCUS (cont'd)
They build these Jeeps to last.
Twist and Danyael share a concerned look, then brace
themselves for impact:
29 EXT. CHECKPOINT - NEXT 29
The guards start to back up as they realise Marcus isn't
slowing down.
GUARD #2
Ah, hell...
They turn and start to run as the Jeep roars down on them:
And with an almighty CRASH, the Jeep SCYTHES through the
barrier, shattering it into fragments!
The Jeep rockets past, followed seconds later by the three
APCs, leaving the stunned guards sprawled on the floor.
#2 is the first to pick himself up, watching helplessly as
the convoy barrels down the long access road.
He reaches for his radio - as #1 hears another sound and
turns to look back down the road.
And his jaw drops as he sees SIX MORE APCs bearing down on
them, as we CUT TO:
30 EXT. WHITE FURS HQ - DAY 30
The White Furs have a much sturdier place to call home -
looking like a renovated army barracks, it's all thick walls
and angles.
A crowd of WOLVES (in human form) are already waiting outside
as the Jeep clatters its way up the drive towards them.
Marcus throws the Jeep into a wide SKID, bringing it to a
sideways halt just in front of the base.
The APCs are only moments behind as Marcus, Twist and Danyael
disembark, with Dermot hurrying out to meet them.
DERMOT
Border guards says you smashed
right through our checkpoint! Way
to leave the front door open,
Marcus!
TWIST
Trust us. It wouldn't have made any
difference.
MARCUS
Everyone inside, now!
The wolves start to back up - but hesitate as they hear a
high-pitched WHINE from overhead.
They look up - and see OBJECTS up in the skies starting to
fall towards them!
The colour drains from Marcus' cheeks as he SHOVES Dermot
towards the entrance.
MARCUS (cont'd)
Move, move, move!
His trio rush indoors, followed by Dermot and a handful of
the wolves:
Just as the incoming missiles SLAM into the exterior of the
base, DETONATING into huge balls of flame!
Several wolves are caught in the bombardment, toasted in an
instant as the base's heavy main doors seal shut.
The APCs roll slowly up to the entrance as the flames rage
on, parking up just clear of the conflagration.
With the next six trucks visible in the distance, the squads
of supersoldiers from the first three disembark as we CUT TO:
31 INT. WHITE FURS HQ - CORRIDOR - NEXT 31
Dermot leads the way as the group hurry into the base - its
cold, military stylings a world away from the character of
the Black Furs mansion.
A group of agitated Furs are waiting for them, Siobhan among
them.
SIOBHAN
What the hell was that sound?
DERMOT
Missiles.
MARCUS
That's Parker's doing. Softening us
up before the big push.
VOICE (O.S.)
Don't worry about that...
The group turn as KEEGAN, Chief of the White Furs, steps out
of the shadows.
KEEGAN
... they won't get past our
defences.
DANYAEL
Uh, hate to disagree, but they
managed a pretty good job on the
last place we were at, so...
MARCUS
Danyael's right. Conall and Parker
are co-ordinating their attacks.
It's going to be too much.
KEEGAN
(scoffs)
Unlike you and your people, we
don't sit around in our country
manor with our pants down, waiting
for our tails to get kicked!
Ignoring Marcus' cold glare, Keegan turns and heads back down
the corridor.
Siobhan lays a hand on Marcus' arm to get his attention,
gesturing to the concrete walls around them.
SIOBHAN
Keegan's not wrong. This place is
an old army facility, and there's
basically a nuclear bunker beneath
us. We'll be safer here.
Muffled BOOMS send a tremor through the base, shaking lights
and dislodging DUST from the ceiling.
TWIST
(beat)
So... a nuclear bunker, you say?
MARCUS
Let's go.
He heads off, the group following as we CUT TO:
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