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32 INT. SCIENCE PARK - LAB - DAY 32
Vivian and Allison are working side-by-side at a rank of lab
equipment, busy distilling samples and running tests.
Chris works at the laptop as Lyra hovers nearby. Sophia is
sitting on a chair, working her way through a sandwich.
LYRA
I wish there was something I could
do to help.
CHRIS
You're taking care of Sophia. That
counts as 'help.'
LYRA
I know, and I know we couldn't just
leave her, but...
CHRIS
(smiles)
I know you didn't sign up to be a
babysitter, Lyra. None of us did,
to be fair.
He turns and watches Sophia for a beat.
CHRIS (cont'd)
But we have a responsibility to
Twist to make sure she's safe.
Sophia looks up, offering a grin back at them.
CHRIS (cont'd)
And anyway, once things get
interesting again I imagine you'll
be right back in the thick of it,
so...
LYRA
So in other words, 'get back to
work, Lyra, and stop complaining.'
He grins, reaching over to KISS her before she heads back
towards Sophia.
Vivian glances across to notice Allison watching Chris and
Lyra closely. She smirks, nudging the doctor.
VIVIAN
You too, huh?
ALLISON
(distracted)
Hmm?
VIVIAN
You another one of Chris' many
almost-wives?
Allison shoots her a look, quickly getting back to work.
ALLISON
I don't know what you mean.
VIVIAN
Of course you don't. No time for
love, Doctor Jones.
Vivian resumes her work, before:
VIVIAN (cont'd)
If it's any consolation, there was
a time I looked at him like that as
well.
(off her look)
It passes. Stabbing a guy in the
back tends to lose the rose-tinted
way of looking at them.
Vivian doesn't notice the strange look Allison is now giving
her as we CUT TO:
33 INT. WHITE FURS HQ - CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY 33
Marcus and the others are standing in what could pass for a
War Room - maps and screens detailing most of the country
stand all around, with more Furs behind desks with PCs.
TWIST
(looking around)
Huh. They don't have one of those
DefCon flashy sign things.
(off looks)
I always liked that part in 'War
Games.'
Marcus approaches Dermot, who is in deep conversation with
FINLEY, the stocky commander-in-chief of the Furs' army.
MARCUS
So what's our plan?
FINLEY
Our plan doesn't have you talking.
DERMOT
Finley...
MARCUS
Hey, I couldn't give a good God
damn what you think about me, runt!
I just had to bury most of the
wolves I ever knew while you people
sit here in your fortress, waiting
for everything to blow over!
Marcus is raging, but Finley steps up in his face.
FINLEY
You tryin' to give the orders now?
MARCUS
Seems like you've done a bang up
job so far, doesn't it?
DERMOT
Both of you, knock it off! We don't
have time to -
A loud, metallic SCRAPING echoes through the room, cutting
him off. The assembled Furs look around, trying to locate the
source of the sound - and we CUT TO:
34 EXT. WHITE FURS HQ - DAY 34
Back by the entrance, and two teams of soldiers are LEVERING
the heavy front shutters open in groups of four.
The UNIT LEADER hangs back, watching his men work - until he
hears something and turns, peering into the distance.
Dozens of small, scurrying shapes are flowing across the
countryside towards him - some weaving through the forest,
others streaking across open land.
The Leader reaches for his radio:
UNIT LEADER
(into radio)
He's here, sir. What are our
orders?
VOICE
(filtered; over radio)
Stand down. Clear the road and let
Conall's pack do the dirty work.
After all, the pawns always go
first in chess, eh?
The Leader tucks his radio away and turns back:
Just as the shutters are finally CRACKED OPEN with a loud,
tearing SCREECH of metal on metal.
35 INT. WHITE FURS HQ - CONFERENCE ROOM - NEXT 35
As the grinding sound reaches the others, Dermot stiffens -
he knows what that means.
DERMOT
(to passing Furs)
Fall back everyone in sectors A
through D. I want the entry clear
of all personnel. Finley, draw up
units of four and post them at
every entrance. I want every route
out of the main access corridor
covered. Activate all our defensive
systems, full charge.
FINLEY
Already on my way.
He jogs out of the room, a flurry of activity starting around
him as the Furs get to work.
MARCUS
What about us?
DERMOT
You feel like getting a little
payback?
MARCUS
(grins)
Thought you'd never ask.
Marcus nods for Twist and Danyael to follow as he and Dermot
head for the exit.
TWIST
Spook...
DANYAEL
It's gonna be alright. We're ready
for it this time. And besides, what
better place to be than surrounded
by a coupla hundred angry
werewolves when it all goes down,
right?
Twist doesn't look convinced. She digs out her phone.
TWIST
I'm gonna call Chris, see how
they're doing. I'll catch you up.
Danyael nods, following Dermot and Marcus:
DERMOT
We'll head for the canteen. It's
the first big, open area any
incoming force'll land, so that's
where we'll hit them. Should be
plenty of meat for all of us to get
our teeth into.
MARCUS
And here was me thinking you didn't
like me.
DERMOT
(shrugs)
You're alright in small doses.
Sharing a smirk, the two wolves stride into camera, and we
CUT TO:
36 EXT. WHITE FURS HQ - NEXT 36
The soldiers stand back, readying their weapons and leaving
the gaping hole in the base's entrance:
As dozens of GREY WOLVES flow past them, BARKING and SNAPPING
at one another in their flurry to get inside!
Like a sea ob fur and fangs, they surge into the base, more
and more rushing past the waiting soldiers as we CUT TO:
37 INT. SCIENCE PARK - LAB - NEXT 37
Chris' phone RINGS, and he answers:
CHRIS
Twist?
INTERCUT WITH:
38 INT. WHITE FURS HQ - CORRIDOR - NEXT 38
Twist, trying to keep up with Danyael ahead as she pushes
through the flow of traffic.
TWIST
Chris? Can you hear me?
CHRIS
Not very well. Are you underground
or something?
TWIST
Sort of. We're at White Fur HQ.
CHRIS
What's all that noise? Is
everything alright?
TWIST
Um...
CHRIS
I'll take that as a 'no.' Where are
the others?
TWIST
We're moving to a better position
to fight off the intruders.
Apparently. I'm all for hiding in a
closet full of loaded shotguns, but
you know what the boys are like...
CHRIS
We'll be on our way as soon as we
can. Allie thinks she's on to
something - she may be able to
fashion a chemical that'll break
down the bonds between the
supersoldiers' altered cells, and -
TWIST
That's great. Can I speak to my
sister?
Chris hesitates, then passes the phone to Sophia.
SOPHIA
Hello?
TWIST
Hey! Hey, you. How are they looking
after you.
SOPHIA
(shrugs)
Okay, I guess. I'm bored here.
There's nothing to do.
TWIST
Ask Lyra to teach you some songs.
SOPHIA
Is she the blind lady?
TWIST
Yeah, and she's got a great voice.
You like singing, right?
SOPHIA
Yeah. That sounds cool.
TWIST
Alright, great. Listen, just in
case I don't see you for a while, I
want you to know that I lo -
KA-BOOM! A shattering EXPLOSION rocks the corridor Twist is
in, tossing her and its occupants to the floor:
END INTERCUT:
39 INT. SCIENCE PARK - LAB - DAY 39
Sophia blinks, looks at the phone, then hands it to Chris.
SOPHIA
She's gone.
CHRIS
Did she hang up?
SOPHIA
Dunno. There was this kind of
'boom' noise...
Chris throws an alarmed look at Vivian.
VIVIAN
How long till we're done, Allison?
ALLISON
I can't say... could be a while
yet.
CHRIS
We may have just run out of time.
He SNAPS the laptop closed, reaching for his coat and katana
as we CUT TO:
40 INT. WHITE FURS HQ - CANTEEN - DAY 40
Inside the canteen, and the aftermath of the last explosion
has left the place in disarray:
Tables and chairs are overturned and smashed, with stunned
Furs picking themselves up off the floor.
RUBBLE has fallen from several cracks in the ceiling, with
thick DUST filling the room.
COUGHING, Marcus wafts the dust away as he locates a
similarly-mucky Danyael and Dermot.
DERMOT
The hell was that? Are they calling
in air strikes on us now?
DANYAEL
Can't say I'd be surprised.
(beat)
Where's Twist?
Marcus blanches as he realises he's lost sight of her.
MARCUS
(calls out)
Twist? Twist!
DANYAEL
Twist? You in here?
MARCUS
Twist! Can you hear -
He stops. In fact, everyone in the room does.
Because they can hear the sound of dozens of pairs of RUNNING
FEET, and the YAPS and BARKS of the incoming wolves.
Quickly taking positions, some Furs push tables around to
form makeshift barriers, while others fall back and start
shifting into garou forms.
DERMOT
(grim)
Here they come...
All eyes look towards the wide entrance to the room as the
sounds grow louder...
... and with a ROAR, the first wave of grey wolves BURSTS
into the room, flowing over tables and POUNCING on anything
in their path!
Furs fight back, some falling while others take their targets
down, BLOOD spattering in every direction.
And then the soldiers show up - several squads of heavily
armed super soldiers march into the room, OPENING FIRE!
BULLETS rake into the already-beleaguered Furs, forcing them
behind cover as they try to hold back the wolves, and we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT THREE
ACT FOUR
FADE IN:
41 INT. WHITE FURS HQ - CANTEEN - DAY 41
Right back into it - snarling GREY WOLVES lunge for their
opponents, FANGS clamping round throats and arms.
Around them, the troopers continue to open up on the Furs
with a variety of weapons - MACHINE GUNS, GRENADE LAUNCHERS
and FLAME THROWERS all in heavy rotation.
In the midst of all this, Danyael, Marcus and Dermot find
themselves fighting back-to-back, holding off the tide of
wolves on all sides.
DANYAEL
There's too many of them!
MARCUS
There's always too many of them!
WHAP! Dermot SWATS one leaping wolf out of the air, his hands
already halfway into CLAWS.
DERMOT
So take 'em down twice as fast!
Danyael DUCKS as another grenade EXPLODES on the wall behind
him, and he yells over the clamour:
DANYAEL
We have to fall back! We need to
find Twist and move to a better
location!
MARCUS
Like where?
DANYAEL
Anywhere!
Marcus turns to respond - and a larger wolf POUNCES on him,
sending them both tumbling to the floor!
DANYAEL (cont'd)
Marcus!
He goes to follow, but Dermot pulls him back:
DERMOT
He can take care of himself!
Dermot viciously KICKS another wolf down, SNARLING as he
leaps for another, leaving Danyael alone as we CUT TO:
42 INT. WHITE FUR HQ - CORRIDOR - NEXT 42
Elsewhere in the complex, the corridor Twist was left in is
now filled with SMOKE and RUBBLE.
Groaning, a cut and bloody Twist pushes debris off her so she
can get up, seeing with horror that many of the Furs around
her are now dead.
TWIST
Crap, crap, crap!
Her head snaps up as she hears GUNFIRE and SHOUTS echoing
down from up ahead - and from behind her!
TWIST (cont'd)
Hello? Is there anybody still alive
down here?
She waits. No answer.
TWIST (cont'd)
Alright...
She manages a few awkward steps before she hears someone
weakly call out:
VOICE (O.S.)
Down here...
Heaving hunks of rubble away, Twist uncovers a battered
Siobhan, pinned down by a fallen beam.
TWIST
You okay?
SIOBHAN
Yeah, I'm fine.
(beat)
Of course I'm not okay! Help me!
Twist puts her shoulder against the beam and HEAVES,
straining as she manages to push it clear of Siobhan's legs.
Helping her up, Siobhan tests her left foot and finds she
can't walk on it. Twist lays Siobhan's arm over her
shoulders.
TWIST
Come one. We need to find the
others and -
She freezes - a WOLF HOWL sings down the corridor towards the
girls.
TWIST (cont'd)
That's not one of ours, is it?
And from out of the darkness come several GREY WOLVES,
padding silently over the rubble and bodies.
TWIST (cont'd)
Okay, okay... turn!
Siobhan has to hop as Twist does a 180 and starts the other
way:
Only to have a trio of super soldiers turn a corner and into
view, all packing machine guns!
TWIST (cont'd)
(beat)
Shit.
Cut off, her head snaps both ways as we CUT TO:
43 EXT. CHECKPOINT - DAY 43
The team' van SCREECHES to a halt at the remains of the
checkpoint - now shattered and ablaze, the two guards dead on
the ground.
44 INT. VAN - NEXT 44
Chris grips the wheel tightly.
CHRIS
We're too late.
Vivian nudges him aside and STAMPS her foot down on the
accelerator, making the van LURCH forward.
VIVIAN
All the more reason to hurry the
hell up!
Chris regains control, the van bouncing across the uneven
ground. Vivian glances behind her to where Lyra sits.
VIVIAN (cont'd)
Don't worry. Sophia'll be fine back
there.
LYRA
Nobody else knows about Allison, do
they?
CHRIS
(shakes head)
No.
Stern-faced, he keeps the vehicle powering forward - until he
sees something ahead and SLAMS on the brakes!
The van JOLTS forward as it skids to a halt, buffeting the
trio inside.
VIVIAN
What in the -
She follows his gaze and looks outside.
VIVIAN (cont'd)
Oh...
She throws a surprised glance at Chris as we CUT TO:
45 INT. WHITE FURS HQ - HALLWAY - DAY 45
Back in the compound, and Danyael hurries down a wide, low
ceilinged corridor as the sounds of battle ring out all
around.
He passes one corner - where two Furs are scrapping with a
pack of wolves - and reaches another:
And has to duck back quick as two TROOPERS round the corner,
OPENING FIRE as he darts back the way he came!
Desperate and also completely lost, Danyael tries to get his
bearings amidst the chaos, but has no choice but to keep
moving as another EXPLOSION blows a hole in the wall!
46 INT. WHITE FURS HQ - CORRIDOR - NEXT 46
With the troopers hanging back as the wolves advance, Twist
grabs a protruding hunk of iron piping, YANKING it free.
TWIST
This'll have to do...
Twirling it in her hands like a baseball bat, she braces
herself to meet the wolves.
TWIST (cont'd)
Stay behind me.
SIOBHAN
What good will that do?
TWIST
(beat)
I'm not sure. Just sounded like
something I should say.
The incoming wolves SNARL at her - and she SNARLS back!
TWIST (cont'd)
Yeah, that's right... come on...
The first wolf LEAPS towards her - and with an artfully-timed
SMACK she knocks it out of the air!
The wolf SLAMS into the wall, but two more are quick to
follow, and Twist only manages to get one before the next
PINS her to the floor!
She struggles, trying to keep its jaws from clamping round
her throat as we CUT TO:
47 INT. WHITE FURS HQ - CONFERENCE ROOM - NEXT 47
A battle-weary Marcus and Dermot stagger into the room, where
Finley and a team of tough-looking Furs are attacking more of
the wolves.
Finley casually SNAPS one wolf's neck as he turns to the new
arrivals.
FINLEY
Where're the vampires?
MARCUS
We got split up.
FINLEY
Prob'ly means they're dead. Or
whatever.
DERMOT
What's our status?
KEEGAN (O.S.)
Our 'status'...
They turn as Keegan strides over - he has a retinue of huge
Furs flanking him. Bodyguards.
KEEGAN (cont'd)
... is that I'm not letting that
mongrel pup Conall and his human
back-scratchers take over my house!
DERMOT
With all due respect, sir - we're
losing ground.
KEEGAN
Then fight harder.
MARCUS
It's not a question of that! Look,
we're surrounded -
KEEGAN
I don't want to hear your excuses,
boy! You're under my roof, you play
by my rules! Understand?
MARCUS
(growls)
Alright, that's it!
He takes a menacing step forward, but Finley firmly blocks
him, just as:
VOICE (O.S.)
Now isn't this touching.
The group turn - and there's CONALL, bold as brass as he
strides into the room!
At his side are BEVIN and SCAR, with a dozen more grey wolves
behind them.
Several dead White Furs lay sprawled on the floor in his wake
as those still in the room huddle around Keegan.
CONALL
What's the matter, old man? Are you
really that afraid of the winds of
change?
KEEGAN
(snarls)
You jumped-up, scrawny little...
CONALL
(tuts)
I'd have thought you'd have shown
me more respect. Especially after
what you did to my mother.
Keegan straightens, ignoring the puzzled glances his comrades
throw his way.
KEEGAN
We'll fight to the last wolf.
You're not getting your hands on
this base while a single Fur still
breathes in here.
CONALL
(shrugs)
Suits me. I think the place needed
a makeover anyway.
Forming two lines, the two sides slowly advance on each other
as we CUT TO:
48 INT. WHITE FUR HQ - CORRIDOR - NEXT 48
Twist is still fighting her wolf - and behind her, Siobhan
has recovered the piping and is swinging it to keep the other
wolves at bay.
SIOBHAN
Twist!
TWIST
I know, I know! Just let me -
And she SCREAMS as the wolf sinks its teeth into her arm!
TWIST (cont'd)
Son of a...
She WRENCHES her arm around, the force twisting and SNAPPING
the wolf's neck. She is pissed.
TWIST (cont'd)
Right! I have had just about enough
of this!
She jumps up, the dead wolf still clamped to her arm - and
she promptly uses it to BATTER the other wolves aside!
Grabbing the wolf's head, she prises the teeth out of her
arm, but her face is still twisted in fury as she ATTACKS:
She drives her FIST down onto one wolf, almost splitting its
head in two, before KICKING the next so hard it sails back
down the corridor!
The last two lunge for her, but she SWIPES one out of the air
and GRABS the other by its tail, swinging it up and round:
SPLAT! She slams the wolf face-first down onto a hunk of
rubble, spinning round to drive her boot hell into the skull
of the last wolf.
Panting, and spattered with blood, Twist turns to face the
soldiers, who exchange a startled glance.
TWIST (cont'd)
Come on! What are you waiting for?
You want a piece of this? Come on!
The soldiers hesitate - then level their weapons at her!
TWIST (cont'd)
Damn it.
She braces herself for the shot, closing her eyes:
And two GUNSHOTS ring out!
Twist still squeezes her eyes shut - then slowly opens them.
The soldiers are down. Dumbstruck, Twist spins round:
And Chris lowers a smoking SHOTGUN, with Vivian and Lyra
right behind him!
CHRIS
(to Twist)
It was quicker than a spell.
Twist sags with relief as Vivian hurries over.
VIVIAN
You okay?
(beat; eyes her)
That's not all your blood, is it?
TWIST
We need to find Danyael and the
others.
(blinks)
Actually, no - first, how the hell
did you guys get in here?
LYRA
The entrance wasn't guarded.
Everyone was inside.
CHRIS
Plus... we did have a little help.
Twist looks back, not understanding, as we CUT TO:
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