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TEASER
FADE IN:
1 EXT. WOODS - NIGHT 1
Sweeping over wide, dense woodland, the half-moon and
glittering stars peeking through the cloud cover above.
Distant, glimmering city lights seem a long way off - the
woods below are near pitch black.
Until a SEARCHLIGHT scythes across them, followed moments
later by a HELICOPTER, falling into line before us.
The helicopter swerves to the left, veering off and over the
forest and taking its beam with it.
In the background, two more HELICOPTERS are doing the same -
combing the woods below with their high-powered beams.
PAN DOWN slowly as the helicopters move on, pushing through
the canopy and down towards ground level:
Where the scattered convoy of vehicles fresh from the raid on
the White Furs HQ are standing.
Using the branches and foliage for cover, the searchlight
beams can't pick them out against the ground. Several already
have branches draped across their bodywork for added cover.
As another SEARCHLIGHT cuts through the trees, missing the
nearest clump of vehicles by several yards, PULL BACK to find
MARCUS watching them.
He stares upwards, keen eyes tracking the choppers as ROSHEEN
moves into frame beside him.
ROSHEEN
They're not going to stop, you
know. No matter how hard you stare
at them.
MARCUS
They'll have to go refuel
eventually. That's when we'll move.
ROSHEEN
Parker'll have troops combing the
forest at our level, Marcus. And it
won't be long before Conall's
wolves catch us up again.
MARCUS
We've been here, what, an hour
already? That's too long. We should
be halfway to the sanctuary by now.
ROSHEEN
Assuming Conall doesn't know about
that already and isn't just waiting
there for us.
Marcus doesn't reply.
Rosheen takes a beat to look him up and down - he's still
sporting several fresh wounds from his recent battles.
ROSHEEN (cont'd)
Come on. You need to take a minute.
Let me have a look at you.
MARCUS
I'm good.
ROSHEEN
Marcus, you look like you just lost
a round against a hurricane.
MARCUS
I said I'm fine.
ROSHEEN
No, you have to let me -
TWIST (O.S.)
Yeah... I'd give him a minute.
Rosheen glances over as TWIST steps into view.
TWIST (cont'd)
You know how he gets.
Rosheen looks a little irritated by the interruption, but
after a glance at Marcus relents and heads off.
TWIST (cont'd)
(when she's gone)
But she does have a point.
MARCUS
(sighs)
Twist...
TWIST
Hey, just playing devil's advocate.
A position I am uniquely qualified
for, I might add. You look like
this Thai meal I tried to eat once.
He shoots her a puzzled look. She grins and moves closer.
TWIST (cont'd)
Trust me. Not good.
Marcus glances back towards the nearby vehicles - figures can
be seen moving in the shadows.
MARCUS
How are the others?
TWIST
Not so great. Chris is going out of
his mind trying to figure out where
Lyra went. Rest of us are working
on a new plan that doesn't involve
us all getting herded into a corner
and torn to shreds.
MARCUS
Any progress on that?
TWIST
The shreds are still winning.
He grins - for the first time in a while.
BY THE VEHICLES, and one of them is the team's BLACK VAN.
Moving urgently in and out of it is CHRIS.
DANYAEL (O.S.)
Dude, listen. This isn't helping.
PULL BACK to find DANYAEL and VIVIAN watching him. Chris is
unloading several bulky items of equipment.
CHRIS
The more weight this van carries,
the slower it goes.
VIVIAN
We can't just ditch the convoy!
These wolves need us right now!
CHRIS
They won't be as glad of the help
as you'd like to think. This goes
beyond a simple blood feud for them
now. This is a fight for survival,
and that's one fight we can't get
bogged down in.
VIVIAN
Stop being such a jerk and listen
to us, will you?
CHRIS
Once we find Lyra, I'll happily
hear anything you two have to say.
At great length.
He hasn't stopped moving, piling more and more equipment out
of the van.
DANYAEL
So, what, we drive right back on
ourselves, somehow make it through
the waves of extra-super super
soldiers and hordes of werewolves,
all for another raid on a heavily
guarded facility to try and rescue
somebody who we're not even sure
could actually be there?
CHRIS
Precisely.
TWIST (O.S.)
Is he still on this plan?
The others look round as Twist returns.
CHRIS
I'm afraid it's the only plan we're
acting on.
TWIST
Look. Let's break this down. Parker
most likely has Lyra. He didn't
hurt her last time, so stands to
reason she'll be safe again this
time. We help the Furs get out of
this, we can go get the diva back
with a whole heapa werewolves
watching our backs. We go alone,
then we're just that. Alone.
CHRIS
This isn't up for discussion.
TWIST
Don't get all British on me!
CHRIS
What?
TWIST
You know, all... order-y. And
stuff. It won't work this time.
Chris opens his mouth to reply:
And a WOLF HOWL echoes through the woods - a long, painful
note that gets several FURS up and on their feet.
As the note dies down, the team glance warily at one another.
DANYAEL
Was that -
And Marcus steps into frame, face tense.
MARCUS
He's here.
All around them, the Furs start climbing back into their
vehicles and generally gearing up for a tussle.
MARCUS (cont'd)
You need to make a choice, Chris.
Help us or go after Lyra. I'll
stand by it either way.
TWIST
I'm staying with Marcus.
A beat - and then Danyael and Vivian move to join Twist.
CHRIS
(sighs)
Mutiny? Really? Now?
VIVIAN
Mob rules, Chris. Take 'em or leave
'em.
Another HOWL rings out. Several ENGINES start up - the convoy
is ready to move.
CHRIS
(defeated)
Fine. For now.
He heads round to the cabin, letting the others head back
into the van.
Twist is last in, nodding to Marcus as she SLIDES the door
shut, and as it SLAMS we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
2 INT. VAN - NIGHT 2
Chris drives, Marcus riding shotgun as the van bounces across
the uneven landscape.
The tail end of the Furs convoy is just up ahead, Chris
weaving to keep up with them.
CHRIS
So where exactly is this
'sanctuary' I keep hearing you lot
talk about?
MARCUS
Somewhere safe.
(off look)
If we told everyone, it wouldn't be
a very good sanctuary, would it?
CHRIS
I'd just prefer to know where we're
going, is my point.
MARCUS
And my point is that you just need
to follow the others, and we'll get
there soon enough.
Chris doesn't look too happy about this. PAN BACK into the
rear of the van.
TWIST
(fretting)
Are we sure she'll be okay? I mean,
how well do we know this 'Dr.
Jones' chick anyway?
VIVIAN
We don't. She's another one of
Chris' women.
CHRIS
(from front)
No, she isn't.
VIVIAN
Point is, he trusts her enough to
leave Sophia with her, so you don't
have to worry.
TWIST
I don't have to worry? Oh, right,
good.
Because for a second there I coulda
sworn you were asking me to be okay
with leaving the kid sister I
thought was dead in the hands of
some total stranger, while we go
hide in some underground lair with
a bunch of werewolves, while a
bunch of other werewolves come and
try to kill us.
(beat)
I miss anything?
DANYAEL
Other werewolves and Parker. Are
coming to kill us.
TWIST
There's... there's just no words to
answer that with. That don't end in
'... off,' anyway.
CHRIS
Settle down, you three. We may not
have long to prepare a defence once
we reach this place - wherever it
is - so we'll need to be focused.
TWIST
Easy for you to say. You don't have
family out there!
Chris throws her a look, but Twist continues:
TWIST (cont'd)
For all I know, Sophia could be out
on the street, begging strangers
for change and selling her kidneys
for crack!
And from her anxious expression, CUT TO:
3 INT. SCIENCE PARK - LAB - NIGHT 3
With DR. ALLISON JONES and SOPHIA, as they stand near a small
mound of grey powder sitting inside a sealed glass box.
ALLISON
Ready?
SOPHIA
(nods)
Ready.
Allison reaches off screen - and returns with a long GAS
LIGHTER, sparking it and reaching into the box...
... and as the flame touches the edge of the powder, it
EXPLODES to life, sizzling and fizzing like a mini volcano!
Sophia claps her hands with glee at the bright pyrotechnics,
and Allison smiles warmly down at her as we CUT TO:
4 EXT. HILLSIDE - NIGHT 4
The head of the Furs convoy rumbles down a dusty road, coming
to a stop at the edge of an impenetrable-looking HILLSIDE.
TORIN hops down from one vehicle, with REAGAN right behind
him as he approaches the hillside.
He turns as KEEGAN and DERMOT stride into frame, Keegan still
looking like the bottom just fell out of his world.
TORIN
I always hoped we'd never have to
use this...
(glances at Keegan)
... but with circumstances as they
are, we don't have much choice.
KEEGAN
Let's just get this over with. I
don't want to be stuck down there
with you any more than you do with
me. The sooner they stop looking
for us, the better.
DERMOT
What's the likelihood of Conall
knowing about this place?
TORIN
Slim. He takes prisoners, but the
actual location of the sanctuary is
only known to a handful of Furs.
DERMOT
Did any of them get captured?
TORIN
(beat)
Let's get a move on.
Torin and Keegan walk up to one section of the hillside -
where craggy rocks jut from the side, creating an overhang.
With a glance to each other, Torin first pushes his hand
towards the rock - and his hand depresses a HIDDEN PANEL!
Opposite him, Keegan does the same, both men pushing the pads
in several inches.
They release them and step back, and there's a loud GRINDING
and RUMBLING sound.
TORIN (cont'd)
And once we're inside, we're going
to have a talk about what I heard
Conall call you back there.
Keegan is silent, not even meeting Torin's accusing gaze as
the RUMBLING continues.
Several Furs have left their vehicles now, though each still
has its driver keeping the engine running.
The overhang continues to RUMBLE - and from within the
shadows below, a crack of LIGHT can be seen.
A huge block of stone is slowly rising from what is now a
TUNNEL ENTRANCE, spotlights within bathing the convoy in
yellow light.
5 INT. VAN - NEXT 5
Chris and the others are watching, surprised.
CHRIS
How did you get your hands on this?
MARCUS
We built it. Took a long time, but
wolves stay fit and strong well
into what you guys'd call 'old
age.' Plus, claws make for great
digging tools.
The nearby vehicles start rolling - the convoy is heading
into the tunnels one at a time.
MARCUS (cont'd)
Just follow their lead.
Chris looks like he still has his reservations, but dutifully
lets the van roll after the nearest truck.
6 EXT. HILLSIDE - NEXT 6
A handful of Furs stand either side of the entrance as the
convoy rolls on. More are busy further back, covering up the
tyre tracks of the various vehicles.
Just past the entrance, a sloped ramp leads deeper into the
warrens, with plenty of lighting along the way.
It doesn't take long for the modest collection of vehicles to
pass through the entrance, with the team's van the last in.
As the slab over the entrance starts to slowly close, the
Furs on guard slip beneath it.
The slab touches back down with a decisive THUD, blocking off
the light behind - and the hillside returns to its previous,
innocuous state as we CUT TO:
7 INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT 7
PAN DOWN across a modest, motel-style bedroom to find LYRA
asleep on the bed.
She doesn't appear to be injured, her hair draped over her
face as she sleeps, laid gently on the covers.
She stirs, shifting onto her back, before she finally starts
to come round.
She sits up, pressing a hand to her head with a wince. After
a moment, her recent memories return:
And with a sharp intake of breath, her head snaps left and
right, trying to get her bearings.
LYRA
Chris? Twist?
She stands - a little clumsily - and stumbles a few steps.
LYRA (cont'd)
Danyael? Anyone?
Trying to stay calm, her hands spread out as she feels her
way across the room.
As she locates each new piece of furniture, her confusion
deepens - where is she?
She finally locates the DOOR, testing the handle and finding
it's not locked. She pushes it open:
8 INT. CORRIDOR - NEXT 8
Lyra leans cautiously out into a plain, sterile white
corridor, stretching off in both directions.
She pads a few feet outside, letting the door close behind
her. She turns her head both ways, listening for sound.
Nothing. Her bare feet on the tiled floor is the only sound
as she makes her way down the left-hand path.
9 INT. CORRIDOR - JUNCTION - NEXT 9
She finds herself at a box junction - three new choices of
direction in the otherwise featureless space.
One hand against the wall to keep her steady, she turns right
and heads down another hallway:
10 INT. CORRIDOR - NEXT 10
Still the only soul visible, Lyra is now passing a wall made
of mirrored glass on one side, her reflection caught and
repeated dozens of times across its surface.
She stops, frowning as she strains to pick out a noise up
ahead: a distant HUMMING.
She advances again, this time with renewed purpose as she
heads for the source of the sound.
11 INT. OFFICE - NEXT 11
Facing another door as it slowly CREAKS open, revealing Lyra
and the corridor behind.
She takes a few steps inside, the HUMMING noise louder in
this new room.
She turns her head, scanning the room for whatever she can
pick up - it's a cosily furnished study of sorts, with
carpets, paintings and bookshelves.
Finding her feet on a plushly-carpeted floor throws Lyra for
a beat - as does the CRACKLE of an open log fire.
VOICE (O.S.)
You're free to take a seat, you
know.
She whirls round - there's a DESK set against a large bay
window, artificial sunlight streaming in to block the speaker
inside shadows.
LYRA
(frowns)
It... is that -
And it's PARKER who reaches forward to flick on a desktop
lamp, revealing himself at last.
PARKER
Aye. It is.
He's dressed in civvies - shirt, slacks, brogues - as he
rises from the desk and heads round it.
Lyra backs up a few steps, hands clenching into fists.
LYRA
Stay away from me.
PARKER
Nobody here's going to hurt you,
Lyra. I promise.
LYRA
It wasn't you I was worried about.
She takes a quick breath in - but no sound leaves her lips as
she tries to SHOUT back!
Thrown, she inhales and tries again - and again gets nothing.
Chuckling, Parker steps over to the left side of the room -
revealing a large, bulky machine with GLOWING green RUNES
etched into it.
PARKER
(pats machine)
Just a little safety precaution for
when you woke up and found your way
over here.
Lyra's hand goes to her throat, alarmed.
PARKER (cont'd)
It's not permanent. But it will
keep you civil while we have a
chance to talk.
LYRA
(scowls)
I've got nothing to say to you.
PARKER
Not yet. But you will.
LYRA
What's going on? Why have you
brought me here? Where's Chris?
PARKER
You'll find out, you'll find out,
and off with those wolf friends of
his, in order.
LYRA
(grins)
So he got away.
PARKER
(shrugs)
Not my primary objective. Not
today, anyway.
He heads over to the log fire, warming his hands. Lyra stays
where she is, body tensed with nerves.
PARKER (cont'd)
No, today I just thought we could
have a wee chat.
LYRA
About what, exactly?
PARKER
You must have wondered why I always
seemed so interested in you. Why I
kept you safe and away from the
others when your little gang last
enjoyed my hospitality?
LYRA
I'm pretty sure you weren't doing
it to be polite.
PARKER
(grins)
That I wasn't.
He approaches her, but she backs away. He raises his hands.
PARKER (cont'd)
Lyra, please. That machine over
there won't allow any harm to be
done in its presence. Something to
do with alpha wave manipulation -
I'm not a hundred per cent on it.
One of my lab boys rustled it up
for me. Anyway, my point is...
He turns one of the fireside leather chairs towards her.
PARKER (cont'd)
I just want to talk.
Lyra hesitates, glancing towards the machine, still humming
away on its pedestal.
Parker gives her a moment - and she finally relents, slowly
making her way over to the chair and sitting down.
PARKER (cont'd)
(smiles)
That's better. See? Nothing to
worry about.
LYRA
Yet.
PARKER
Och, you've been knocking about
with that Twist lass for too long,
haven't ye?
Lyra crosses her hands in her lap, body language closed and
guarded.
LYRA
So start talking.
Parker sinks into the chair opposite her, letting out a sigh
that makes him seem a lot older all of a sudden.
PARKER
Do you know where you are?
LYRA
No. Hence me asking 'where am I?'
PARKER
I'm surprised you couldn't tell,
but...
He leans forward, hands clasped:
PARKER (cont'd)
You're home, Lyra.
Lyra blinks, puzzled by what he could mean as we CUT TO:
12 INT. SANCTUARY - TUNNEL - NIGHT 12
Chris leads the others as they walk down a round, hand-carved
tunnel in the thick earth.
Spotlights are set into the walls, with sturdy support beams
maintaining the tunnel's structure.
CHRIS
How long are we planning on staying
here?
MARCUS
Until Conall's wolves pass us by.
Then the five of us can go and get
Lyra back.
(to Twist)
And Sophia.
CHRIS
And if they don't 'pass us by'?
MARCUS
Then we're in for a fight.
Marcus glances over his shoulder at them as they exit the
tunnel, stepping out into:
13 INT. SANCTUARY - NEXT 13
The centre of the hideout is a huge chamber, rising high up
into the hillside with dozens of other tunnels, balconies and
platforms set into the walls.
Many Furs move around - climbing ladders, carrying equipment,
herding other clumps of wolves into tunnels.
TWIST
(whistles)
Neat.
VIVIAN
How many wolves can you get down
here?
MARCUS
Roughly all of them.
(beat; lower)
All that are left.
DANYAEL
And you're sure we're safe down
here?
ROSHEEN (O.S.)
If Conall finds us...
The team turn as Rosheen heads over, flanked by Reagan and
other larger Furs.
ROSHEEN (cont'd)
... then he'll have to fight for
every inch of ground he wants to
take from us.
She looks up, following the curve of the chamber and smiling
proudly.
ROSHEEN (cont'd)
The sanctuary was created by our
families when the wolf hunts first
started. The human world thought we
were extinct, but we were just
finding new ways to stay out of
sight.
TWIST
Long as we don't go all 'Matrix
Reloaded' with the outfits and the
dancing, then I'm cool with it.
ROSHEEN
Marcus, have you shown them to
where they'll be staying?
CHRIS
We won't be staying long.
Rosheen shoots him a look.
ROSHEEN
I know that, but you can't leave
while there's still a chance you
could give away our position. We're
not just hiding from humans this
time - we're up against our own
kind.
CHRIS
I can smother this place in enough
cloaking magic that even the people
in here would have trouble finding
it. Trust me - we're not staying
long.
Rosheen looks to Marcus, who offers an apologetic nod back.
She turns and moves away as we CUT TO:
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